#male domination

[archer-vale]

Don't look away. Slow, deep breaths... The air is thick with his scent. You've always loved the smell of men. The heavy odor forces you to relax. Your thoughts slow. Accept the natural pull. Sink to your knees...you know where you belong.

[guywhowatches]

You opened the door into the kitchen and turned around to quickly close it. You then turned back around, only for a horrifying sight to meet your eyes. Your stepdad was sitting on a stool at the table, with his jeans pulled down and pants riding up him, exposing his hairy, musky ass. He appeared to be eating something rather loudly. The sight revolted you and made you want to scarper before he discovered you were in the room.

You'd never liked your stepdad, from the day you first properly met him, he was always so cruel to you. He would regularly visit the gym and workout, meaning he constantly stank of sweat. But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was, because of his gym diet, he would often rip the most revolting farts imaginable. And worse, he'd always seemed to do them around you deliberately and laugh as you would cough and gag on the stench. He always said it was the stink of a 'real man' and that you should get used to it, or that you were 'weak and pathetic'. So of course, you didn't want to be noticed by him.

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Just as you were thinking this over, a loud fart boomed out across the room. You jumped in shock as you looked over at the obvious source of the noise. Your stepdad just sighed and chuckled heartily, before going back to eating. You had to get out of the way before the smell hit you.

Maybe you could try hiding in the bathroom, as the entrance to it was right near and it was slightly ajar, meaning it wouldn't make a sound. You crept over to it, and began to open it when you suddenly lurched and gagged loudly. The second the door was fully opened you were hit with a combined smell of eggs and shit. It was unbearable and you leaned over coughing loudly as the stink burned your nose. Unfortunately, this loud reaction drew the attention of a certain someone.

"Ha, I wouldn't go in there if I had a weak nose like yours boy. Those eggs and protein shakes just went right through me this morning." Your stepdad said, looking back at you smiling meanly. You couldn't believe that. How did it still stink of his morning dump, when it was nearly the evening?

"But I guess that's hard for you, being so pathetic and all." He now got up from his seat and made his way over to you, still grinning menacingly. You wanted to try and run away, but your mind was still boggled by the smell from the bathroom and wasn't allowing you to kick into action.

"I nearly expected better from you, but honestly I couldn't even do that. Seems like you need a reminder of who's in charge here." And then, before you could make a run for it, he grabbed by the back of the neck and forced you into position. You couldn't move at all, with the strong grip he had on you.

Then, to your continued horror, he turned around facing away from you and pulled down his pants, his ass now fully on display. It came as no shock to you that it absolutely reeked. It smelt like he hadn't even properly wiped after his previous toilet usage. It was too repulsive for you.

"Let's see if you can survive the smell my lunch burrito coming out the other end." That explains what he was eating. And, before you could object, he grunted loudly.

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The slew of farts blasted against your face with no protection between you and his colossal ass. The stink was unbearable and you felt like were going to pass out. Your stepdad just looked down and laughed at you.

"Are you giving up already? That's just sad. I've ripped worse ones at the gym. Yet you can't handle a few measly puffs? Well, perhaps this'll set you straight." He then grunted again, much to your demise.

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He was truly was a gasbag that seemed to have a never ending supply, that would always be used to torment you. You couldn't handle it any more, as your brain began to shut down due to no clean oxygen in the room anymore.

You then felt him let go of you, as you passed out onto the floor. As your eyes were closing, the last thing you saw was your stepdad bending over you.

"And don't you ever forget who's in charge around here." He said, grinning at you wickedly. You couldn't keep dealing with this, you had to move out soon.

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Credit to @beefybunzz for the pic.

Hope you guys enjoy

[niilue]

haii! can i request gojo + feminization + oral fixation + male reader?? thank you! 🩷

— gojo satoru • jujutsu kaisen —

cw: dom reader, male reader, sub gojo, feminization, oral fixation

niilue’s 3k event

“come on, satoru… show me how pretty you look.”

gojo’s cheeks were flushed pink, a stark contrast to the pale blue lace panties stretched snug across his hips. the matching garter straps clung to his thighs, accentuating every inch of his long legs. his usual cocky grin was gone, replaced with something softer — something desperate.

he was already on his knees, hands resting on his thighs, fingers twitching as he glanced up at you from under his snowy bangs. his lips, usually quick with teasing remarks, now trembled slightly, parted just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his pink tongue.

“you’re quiet,” you murmured, stepping closer. your fingers brushed over his jaw, tilting his chin up so his ocean-blue eyes met yours. “what’s wrong? cat got your tongue?”

gojo swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between your face and the obvious bulge pressing against your pants. he licked his lips without even realizing it — that pretty, pouty mouth of his already working in ways he didn’t even need to think about.

“you want something, don’t you?”

his nod was immediate, but his voice was barely above a whisper. “please…”

“please, what?”

a whine slipped past his lips as he shifted on his knees, the garters digging into his skin with every movement. he looked wrecked already, just from your presence, his usual bravado stripped away the moment he put on the lace.

“want… want it in my mouth,” he whispered, voice trembling with need.

“of course you do.”

you let out a soft chuckle, tracing your thumb along his lower lip. he sucked it in without hesitation, his eyes fluttering shut as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking gently. the way his tongue swirled around your thumb was obscene — slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of having something between his lips.

“such a good little thing,” you murmured, watching how his lashes fluttered with every movement. “you love having your mouth full, don’t you?”

gojo whimpered around your thumb, nodding as his hips twitched involuntarily. you could see the bulge straining against the lace panties, a wet patch already forming at the front. he was completely gone — needy, desperate, falling apart just from this.

pulling your thumb from his mouth with a soft pop, you ran your fingers through his hair, gripping it just enough to make him gasp.

“open.”

his mouth fell open immediately, tongue out, eyes wide and glassy as he stared up at you. the sight was almost too much — gojo satoru, the strongest, kneeling at your feet, dressed up like your personal plaything, ready to take whatever you gave him.

“good boy,” you whispered, undoing your belt. “now, be sweet and keep sucking until i tell you to stop.”

and as your cock pressed past his lips, gojo moaned, his lashes fluttering again as he eagerly took you in, losing himself completely to the warmth, the weight, the taste.

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[scruff-and-brawn]

Choke him to sleep. Wake him up by jerking his cock. Roughly. When he comes, make him eat his own cum. Then punch him in the abs five times in quick succession. The choke-cum-gutpunch plan works well on cocky muscledudes who need to be put in their place.

Sleeper

[astrolynnworld]

car sex

pairing: matt x reader

summary: matt gets horny on a road trip and you guys pull over to fuck

warnings: smut! roadtrip, teasing, oral, pulled over, side of the road sex.

a/n- requested!!

word count: 678

matt and i are on the way to visit my parents for the weekend

it was only 3 hours away so matt decided that he would drive us up there.

we pack our bags and get ready for the long road ahead of us.

for the first 30 minutes we were just listening to music and vibing out

then it started to get dark out & matt had to focus on the road

so we turn the music to a minimal and listen to in silence as matt concentrates on the road

the nice long drive on an empty road with calm r&b playing in the background just really set the scenery for me. my mind starts to wander

i look at matt to see the street lights reflection fade and reveal the structured concentration of his facial features

he looked so hot.

i wonder how much he would be able to concentrate if i started touching him through his pants

i slide my hands over to his area and start gently touching him through his pants

“wha- what are you doing?” he confusingly asks

“don’t worry about me baby. just keep your eyes on the road” i say while smiling and adjusting myself onto my knees of the passenger seat

i pull his cock out and wrap my lips around the head to feel it grow in my mouth

i bob up and down before pulling it out and licking the tip

i continuously keep sucking as i feel what was once soft, now fully form.

i stroke his dick as i slurp around the tip and repeatedly go down on his dick

“fuc- y/n.. i can’t” he spits out in a whine

i notice his staggered driving as he tries to fuck up into my mouth

“focus on the road, matt” i whisper in a daunting tone

“i- i- can’t- hughhh i need to pull over” he stutters as he signals to right and pulls over.

he puts the emergency lights on, takes off his seatbelt and tells me to get to the backseat. which i obey

he crawls in the backseat after me and roughly puts his hands around my throat

“you’re such a fucking tease.” he speaks out before aggressively pulling down my pants

he circles my clit before also sliding off my underwear

“this is what you wanted huh? for me to fuck you like this huh?” he grits out through his teeth as he starts to push his cock into my hole

i gasp at the feeling of his cock stretching me out

he moans as he burrows out into me, “fuck you feel so good”

i grip onto the head of the seat and unwillingly hold my breath as he fucks into me

“m-matt oh my god.” i whimper out

he puts his hand over my mouth and masks my moans as he continues to pound into me

i feel my brain get fuzzy on his cock and i start to tighten around him

“you’re squeezing around me so well baby are you gonna cum?” he teases

i nod my head as i shut my eyes and concentrate on my high

“cum for me baby. i’m gonna cum too” he says as he starts to speed up this thrusts

i throw my head back as i feel my orgasm spill out.

i squeeze myself around him and hear him groan as an indication of his orgasm also flowing out

we pause and take deep breaths as we enjoy the feel of each other’s presence

“are you okay?” he asks as he releases his grip from my mouth and sits me up on the the backseat

i chuckle at his concern, “yes, i’m okay matt” i look up at him

he places a kiss on my forehead and helps me put my pants back on

“come on, we need to get moving” he says as we head back to the front seats

we enjoy the rest of the car ride with comfortable silence as the music continues to play in the background

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[willianfoot]

[zoomerbambi]

make me send you my best friend's nudes and break her trust

[archer-vale]

Just give in, bro. Stop fighting it.

[guywhowatches]

You felt a strange amount of excitement and worry as you were dragged into the house by your hook-up. You didn't know much about him, as you'd only met him that night, but you were excited nonetheless. At first you were worried about talking to him, as he was standing alone in the night club seemingly texting someone. However, you were so glad you did, as he seemed very glad to meet you and was willing to go back to your house to chat, and hopefully get something else out of it.

Once you got inside, you offered to go up to your room, and he thankfully agreed. As you walked up the stairs together, you couldn't help but admire him from behind. You truly felt as though you'd struck gold with him, as he was quite the bombshell, with a large ass that stuck out like a sore thumb. You just couldn't help but get excited. Once you got to the room, you opened the door and showed him inside.

"Make yourself at home." You said, trying to set a good impression on him. He looked back at you and smiled gleefully.

"Gladly" He said, sitting down on the bed. You followed up and sat down next to him. You put your hand on his leg, trying to make the first move on him. You were about to start attempting to pull down his pants when suddenly, you were interrupted by a loud-

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You jumped at the loud noise that vibrated around the room. You looked at your hook-up who had a slightly relaxed look on his face. You were about to question him, when suddenly the stink of rotten eggs entered your nose, causing you to cough. You took your hand of his pants and wafted the air around you.

"Ahh, just making myself at home, like you said. And it's like they say: Better out than in." He said, glancing over at you, with a smile, unaffected by the smell. You coughed again, a little confused by this reaction, but trying to overlook it.

"Uhh... it's fine, now where we?" You said, wanting to change the subject, as the smell was quite unpleasant. He smiled back and leaned over towards you, tilting his ass to the side, and you leaned in towards him with a smile, beginning to close your eyes.

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Your eyes shot open again, to see him straining with a smile. You lurched back a little, but it was too late. A stronger smell of eggs filled the room, causing you to gag.

"Oops, must've been the eggy salad I had for lunch." He stated with a chuckle, and almost no hint of shame. It was starting to become a problem now, as the stink was really beginning to kill the mood for you, yet you still felt tempted to press on.

"Uhh, yeah sure. Why don't you just try to hold it in, ok? Let's not spoil the moment." You then tried to slowly lean in to kiss him, but felt a hand suddenly pressing against your face. You opened your eyes to him holding you back, with a smirk.

"I've got a better idea, close your eyes and lie down on the bed." You felt your heart skip a beat, but you weren't going to miss on an opportunity like this, so you did as he asked. As you lay there, you suddenly felt a large weight on you, getting you more excited. However, there was a strange musky smell that accompanied it, that was too rank not to notice. Had he seriously farted again?

You opened your eyes to take a peek and were met with his giant ass just a few inches away from your face. His pants were pulled down, showing off his tight underwear.

"What are you doi-"

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You were cut off by a strong blast that you swore made the fabric of his pants vibrate. Taking the stink at point blast was no easy feat. You felt yourself gagging and tried to get up away from it. However, he had you completely pinned down, as he was seemingly rather heavy. All you could do was try to turn your head away and pray for the smell to disperse.

"Whew, that one was begging to come out, wouldn't you agree?" He said above you, chuckling ominously.

"What is wrong with you, why are you doing this?" You begged, hoping this was all just his idea of a sick joke.

"Well, you see, my boyfriend is always going on and on about how I fart too much and how bad it stinks." Wait, did he just say boyfr-

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Another booming fart blasted into my face (and nose), cutting off your train of thought.

"Even though, it's his fault for taking me to get eggy food so often, as I've told him before that it gives me the worst gas." He sure wasn't kidding about his gas being the worst. "But, I love him too much to put him through that, yet I just have so much fun letting it out onto such a comfy cushion like you. Now take a deep sniff of this next one." There was a playful yet threatening tone to his voice, that scared you. Before you could object, another large blast came from his rear.

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How did he have so much gas? At least you had a tiny bit of protection, between your face and his ass. Unfortunately, he then proceeded to grab the waistband of his pants, and pull them down, giving you a full uncensored view.

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With no protection between your face and his ass, you could feel your hair blow back a little. The foul stench was even worse.

"Phew, I think I'm definitely going to need to take a fat shit after I'm done." He said, almost gleefully. "I used to use my boyfriends bathroom, but he would get so annoyed that I kept clogging it, so it's easier for me to use the hook-ups one every time. Speaking of which, I hope you've got a plunger. After I'm done in there, it won't be a pretty sight, because I had a big lunch." He exclaimed laughing.

Hearing this somehow made you even more terrified. He wouldn't do that to you, would he? Also, other hook-ups? He's done this before? Strangely to you, hearing that felt like the most demeaning part of this whole experience.

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Well, perhaps make that the 2nd most.

"Well, I think I'm nearly done. I just want to thank you for being such a good fart sniffer. My boyfriend will be so pleased. Now then, let's finish this off, shall we?" You were so glad to hear it was almost over, as you wasn't sure your nose could take it anymore.

"Seeing as how you're too pinned down to pull my finger, I guess I'll do it myself. Are you ready?" No, you really weren't. But it didn't matter, as you saw him lift up his arm, and pull his own index.

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The onslaught of gas that followed was booming. It bounced off the walls, rattling your skull. Not to mention the hideous eggy smell that replaced every last molecule of clean oxygen in the room. It was too much and you felt yourself pass out.

As you lay there, unconscious, your 'hook-up' lifted himself off you and pulled his pants back up.

"Thanks for spending the evening with me, this was fun." He said with a smile, looking down at you. He then turned around and headed out the room, directly towards the bathroom to create presumably an even bigger stink than in here.

As disgusted as you were, one certain thought crossed your mind before fully passing out. You'd never be going back to that club.

[niilue]

congratulations on 3k!　for the event:

von herder (my beloved)　+　blindfolds　+　gun play, if possible　+　panties to the side

⎯ von herder • moriarty the patriot

cw: sub von herder, dom male reader, blindfolds, gun play, panties to the side. - im so sorry for the super late delay of this :(( </3 hope u like it

niilue's 3k event

the room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of a lamp in the corner, casting faint shadows across the walls. von herder knelt on the bed, blindfolded, his trembling hands resting on his thighs.

the black fabric covering his eyes left him completely vulnerable. he couldn’t see you, but he could hear you. he could hear every click of the gun in your hand, the sound of cold metal shifting between your fingers.

"are you nervous?" you asked, your voice calm yet firm as you circled the bed slowly.

"no," he replied, his tone low and controlled. but the slight tremble in his voice betrayed the truth: he wasn’t nervous. he was aroused.

you stopped behind him, running the mouth of the gun gently along his neck. the response was immediate: his body shivered, muscles tightening under your touch.

"isn't this dangerous?" you murmured, pressing the barrel against his skin. "trusting someone like me this much?"

von let out a shaky sigh, his lips parting slightly. "if trust were easy, it wouldn’t be worth it."

"good boy."

your free hand slid down his back, tracing the curve of his spine until it reached the soft fabric of the panties you’d made him wear. black satin, hugging his hips perfectly, highlighting the curve of his ass.

"you look so fucking good in these…" you whispered, running the gun along the small of his back and down to his panties. "do you like wearing them for me?"

"yes."

"why?"

"i don’t know…" von herder swallowed, trying to steady his voice. "maybe because… it makes me feel more yours."

you smiled. that was the answer you wanted to hear.

"more mine, huh?"

with a slow, deliberate motion, you slid the panties to the side, revealing his tight, trembling hole. his body quivered slightly, the pale skin of his ass framed by the contrast of black satin.

"does this feel good?" you murmured, pressing the gun’s barrel against the curve of his ass.

von let out a low moan, his hands gripping the sheets tighter. "yes…"

you leaned down, licking a line up his neck as your fingers traced circles around his entrance, feeling how he clenched and twitched under your touch.

"i'm going to wreck you," you whispered. "but first…"

you brought the gun to his mouth, pressing the barrel softly against his swollen lips.

"open up."

his lips trembled before he obeyed, parting to let the gun slide inside. he let out a muffled moan, his cheeks flushed red as his tongue traced the cold metal.

"do you know how fucking sexy you look like this?" you asked, pushing the gun deeper into his mouth. "with your mouth full, like you can’t wait to be used."

von whimpered around the gun, his hips shifting backward slightly, seeking more contact.

"desperate, aren’t you?"

you slowly pulled the gun out of his mouth, watching as a string of saliva hung from his lips, his cheeks red and his breathing ragged.

"please…" he murmured. "do it already."

"what do you want me to do?"

"i want you to fuck me," he said, his voice breaking with need. "until there’s nothing left of me."

that was all you needed.

you slid the gun down his back again, pushing the panties farther aside with the barrel as your other hand grabbed his hip. his exposed entrance twitched, tight and ready for you.

you positioned yourself behind him, rubbing the head of your cock against his hole.

"i'm going to ruin you," you whispered in his ear. "and i won’t stop until you’re crying from how good it feels."

"please…~"

with one firm thrust, you pushed inside him, feeling how his body opened up slowly to take you. von let out a strangled moan, his back arching as his hands clutched the sheets.

"ahh—" he gasped, his voice broken with pleasure. "fuck…"

you stayed still for a moment, savoring the way his body trembled around you, how tight and warm he felt, clenching and pulsing with every breath.

"is this what you wanted?" you whispered, moving your hips slowly, grinding deeper inside him.

"yes…" he whimpered, his voice trembling. "please… don’t stop."

you had no intention of stopping.

each thrust was harder, deeper, pulling more broken moans from his lips. the blindfold had slipped slightly, and you could see his red, swollen lips trembling, his body shaking with every movement.

"don’t stop…" von begged, his hands fisting the sheets. "please, don’t stop…"

"i'm going to make you come just like this," you said, pressing the gun against his abdomen as you thrust deeper.

"ahh— yes…!" von cried out, his body shaking violently. you could see precum dripping from his cock, his entire body trembling with how close he was.

"you’re mine, von," you whispered, biting down on his neck. "only mine."

"yes…" he moaned, his eyes closed beneath the blindfold. "only yours."

and when he finally came, his body convulsed beneath you, his back arching as his seed spilled onto the sheets.

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[bigboysfalldeep]

mass cop conversion

After a successful field test, Officers Bradley, Johnson, Miller, and Phillips were sitting inside their vehicle. It was a pretty exhausting day, doing multiple fitness tests, shooting exercises, and reviewing tactical guidelines.

They are on their way back to the station on a vacant road through the forest, a little outside of town. Bradley has been sitting in the passenger seat right next to his partner for 3 years, Johnson, who's sitting behind the steering wheel. The other two officers are sitting in the back, both of them browsing their phones. He exchanged a knowing look with his partner before shaking their heads and smiling.

As two senior officers, they had to teach the greener cops how to act, what to do, and what to say without causing too much trouble. It was working quite well, but at times, the rookies, especially Phillips, were a bit too enthusiastic.

After a long day at work, Bradley was barely able to keep his eyes open; luckily, he wasn't the one driving. Yet, as he rests his head against the seat behind him, he spots a little bright light shining through the woods.

"That's odd." He growled, drawing Johnson's attention.

"What?" His partner asked before turning his head as well.

Both of them watch the light shine brighter, illuminating more and more of the forest ground.

Now, even the rookies turned their heads, and all four men watched the light approach them, bewildered, before Johnson stopped the car.

"What are you doing?" Miller asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"It could be something worth investigating." Bradley said, looking at his partner.

But then, before any of the officers could react, the light widened even more, engulfing their entire vehicle in a bright, white light.

"What the fuck?" Bradley said, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, as all the others did the same.

Through his fingers, he was able to see a big, shadowy figure approach their car from the front, clearly the source of this bright light.

"Fuck this." Johnson grunted, hitting the horn of the car in frustration.

"Who is this motherfucker?" Phillips groaned, trying to get a better look at the source of light as well.

Shaking his head, Bradley reached for the door, but before he could open it, a weird feeling spread through him.

The air all around them grew thicker, so heavy that it got so much harder to breathe properly. A burning sensation spread across Bradley's skin and eyes; clearly, it wasn't some ordinary light.

"Fuck." Miller groaned as well, and Bradley turned his head to the other officer's. Just by their expression alone, he knew they were feeling the same thing.

With his hands shaking, he reached for the door again, but the pressure on his body just got way worse. Something was pushing him back—some invisible force causing their bodies to stay in place.

"We need....to get out." Bradley's body was pressed against the seat, and he couldn't move a muscle; instead, his body tensed more and more due to the pressure put upon it.

"I can't.." Johnson said breathlessly, obviously feeling the same. "What is this?" His face grimaced in pain, and his voice broke, ending in a silent moan.

Bradley turned his head to find his partner leaning back against the seat, breathing very quickly. Both of his hands are on his chest, clawing at his clothes. He could tell that he was barely able to breathe.

At this time, his breath quickened rapidly as well. As Bradley tried to regain his composure, he looked at the rookies through the rear view mirror, just to see them in a similar state. Phillips looked even worse, sweating and panting heavily while also clawing at his tight uniform. The temperature inside the car rose as well, causing their predicament to feel even worse.

Both rookies looked at him, seemingly asking for help, but there was nothing he could do.

"It's going to be fine." He growled, trying to make the rookies feel at ease, even though he didn't even know what was happening to them.

Bradley shook his head but was unable to avoid the light. His face flushed with color as his skin heated up even more.

Subconsciously, he started to tug at his clothes and his vest, and he somehow managed to remove his helmet, making it a little easier to breathe, just for a second. It dropped to the floor, but the pressure on his chest intensified again.

The light was shining ever so brightly right inside their eyes, but there was something else, something much more dangerous, inmidst those beams of light—another, invisible beam, a force echoing through the entire vehicle.

Just then, Bradley noticed some sort of sound—music or a speech—echoing through the entire car as well. He couldn't understand a word; he just felt a rhythm invading his mind.

"What is that?" He growled, still breathing so fast.

In response, Phillips let out a low moan, with his voice so rough.

The car was rocking slightly, something neither officer had experienced before.

Bradley closed his eyes, all of him focusing, trying so hard to get control, to move, to get out of this car, yet something was stopping him—something now crawling into his mind.

Images appeared—so many different, weird images: men on their knees, men made to serve, men made to obey.

It struck something deep inside him: the sound, the rhythm, that blinding light—all of it was putting so much pressure on his body and mind.

As waves of electricity pulsated through every fiber and every bone of his body, his muscles were the first to react.

Bradley's body grew hard; his muscles bulged against the fabric of his uniform, causing his vest to act as more of a restraint than actual protection.

Unaware, he was now stroking himself, running a hand across his chest firmly through his vest and uniform shirt while trying to calm himself down and steady his breaths.

"Fuck." He shook his head, opened his eyes, and looked through the rear-view mirror once more.

Shocked, he saw both rookies doing the same, but even more: Phillips and Miller were leaning back against the seats, stroking their own chests with both of their hands. Their faces were plagued by pain and pleasure, with their expressions shifting rapidly. 

Both officers let out low moans as their bodies slowly reacted to their strokes. Their bodies moved in sync with the strokes and sensual movements.

Bradley himself intensified his strokes, feeling all of his muscles tense more and more.

As much as it was terrifying, something deep inside him found this alluring, but that wasn't him. It was a thought planted in him by that invisible, indoctrinating force.

"What is happening?" He cried out before a low groan escaped his lips. Barely able to move, he turned his head to see Johnson already one step ahead.

His partner's face looked pain-ridden, looking right into the bright light. He was stroking himself firmly beneath his vest, feeling himself, and touching himself so lovingly.

Bradley didn't understand what was happening to them, but his body was oddly into it. He could tell his member was hard already. Either due to the sight of the other officers or the pressure put on his body, he couldn't tell.

Just then, when he turned his face back into the light, his head grew so heavy. It was burning his eyes and, at the same time, invading his mind.

Panting, he struggled to keep his eyes open while his mind was flooded with more images and more thoughts of simple obedience.

This time, however, he saw himself as the obedient one. He was down on his knees, right next to this man he only knew as "sir". 

He was wearing a similar uniform, but his hands were cuffed behind his back. It was tight—it hurt a little—but he didn't mind. The man touched him lovingly—his cheeks, neck, and down to his thick chest—and it felt so good.

At the same time, one of his hands ran down his chest, right to his thighs, and between his legs. Bradley was growing so hard and so fast, and a sudden warmth began to engulf his chest.

Like a flower, it bloomed inside his chest and spread rapidly. His whole upper body tingled, and his breathing got out of control. Bradley moaned in ecstacy, leaning his head back once more.

His eyes rolled back into his head, turning white, while the tingling sensation flowed through him—into his arms, hands, and even into his fingertips. They felt numb, yet he experienced so much pressure and pleasure—his clothes were restraining him, however.

He tried to tear his clothes apart as all of his muscles grew bigger and harder, straining the fabric of his now-tight uniform.

Bradley was struggling to keep a sane mind; it was surreal. He managed to steady his head, but his eyes were so heavy.

Unable to speak, more moans escaped his lips, and when his eyes fell on those two rookies again, he groaned.

The young officers were experiencing the exact same thing. Both of them were touching themselves firmly through their uniforms. Their dicks were tenting visibly, with Phillips already staining his clothes either with his sweat or his cum.

They moaned and thrusted a few times, experiencing pure pleasure. Their eyes too rolled back a few times as their rough and husky voices filled the air all around them.

This encouraged Bradley to touch himself through his pants as well. His cock was larger than ever before—it was pressing against his pants, visibly even through his underwear and uniform—and he felt all of him growing even harder by the second.

Bradley was sweating heavily now as the air all around him grew even thicker, filled with the moans and groans of the other officers. The smell was even worse; all men were sweaty already, yet this was different. As some were leaking, it's smell mixed with the other bodily fluids.

Bradley closed his eyes, trying his best to block these thoughts, smells, and noises, but all he saw were more images of him being a mere plaything.

The man was demanding more, so his body flexed hard. He did everything to please him. And the same command entered his mind over and over again.

"Obey."

Part of him wanted to obey, to give in, yet he had to push it back to regain control over himself again.

Fighting back, shaking his head, and trying to thrash around, Bradley turned to Johnson, who was looking at him as well. Both men were touching themselves and their cocks firmly, but they tried hard to stay focused.

Johnson was looking for help—a release—but neither of them could move even an inch. They were struggling so hard but failed. Whatever was happening shouldn't be happening, was all they could think.

But the now-comforting warmth kept spreading into every corner of their bodies, making it so much harder to not just give in. Their minds were invaded once again—even more images of simple, blissful obedience.

Bradley steadied himself against the seat, one hand firmly grabbing his own cock, the other on his chest, stroking himself lovingly.

The warmth entered his thighs and legs and flowed into his toes, causing the numbing, tingling sensation to become more intense. His body moved on its own, spreading his legs to make more space for his large member and his hands running along its ever-growing shaft.

For one last time, he looked into the rear-view mirror.

In horror, he saw both officers giving in to this phenomenal feeling; Phillips and Miller were touching each other, stroking each other's chests firmly. Their gazes were empty, just looking straight ahead, while their expressions kept shifting—pain and pleasure—again and again.

He watched their hands encompass each other's bodies: chests, thighs, necks, biceps, and pecs. All while they growled, moaned, and groaned in unison.

Holding back a painful moan, he suddenly felt a hand on his chest—his partner's hand. Johnson started to stroke him gently.

"What are you?" Bradley turned his face to look at the other officer, who was looking into the bright light, his face red yet unbothered.

He tried to fight back, but something deep inside him was enjoying this. "Don't," he begged, but Johnson didn't reply; however, he moaned instead, still looking right into the light.

This sparked something inside Bradley's chest: the urge to be touched and be fondled with by another man. He saw the images again—how good it felt to be touched like that, to be obedient.

"Fuuck." He moaned deeply, loving the firm hand touching him, stroking him, and playing with his nipples through the thin fabric of his uniform.

Instinctively, he reached out as well, and once his fingertips touched Johnson's chest, his dick grew even harder.

He never thought of touching a man like that before, especially his partner or any other officer, but it just felt so good.

Bradley loved how this man's body reacted to the simplest touch—how hard his muscles and tight his clothes were.

He turned his face into the light and acted simply on command.

Both officers were touching each other, feeling each other, and enjoying each other's bodies.

It felt like the tingling sensation was following their every move as their bodies shifted slightly.

The officers eyes were unfocused; now vacant, all of them stared into the light when a single thought flooded their minds.

"Obey. Cum and obey. Cum and obey."

Simultaneously, the four men reached down for each other's rock-hard cocks, stroking them through their pants at first.

Sweating, they started to drool heavily as more and more moans escaped their lips.

One by one, they struggled to unbutton their uniform pants, but after a few failed attempts, they succeeded.

As Johnson pulled out Bradley's wet, hard cock, he instantly started to play with it. All the others did the same, wrapping their hands around each other's dicks and moving their hands up and down their lengths.

It just felt so good to be touched like that, causing them to let out satisfied groans.

Bradley bit his lower lip, holding back, yet his low guttural growl echoed through the car, followed by similar noises from the others.

While their cocks were being fondled with, they stroked their own chests again, and the tingling feeling entered their necks and minds.

All of them grew weaker, yet their strokes became firmer.

Their hands moved to an unseen and unheard rhythm, and all four cops were edging already.

It wouldn't take long for them to fulfill their duty.

"Serve. Cum and obey."

Miller's cock was the first to give in to the pressure. He shot load after load, covering not only Phillip's hands but their clothes with his precious, hot cum.

His moans filled the air, followed by Johnson, then Phillips. All of them were cumming simultaneously, and the smell of cum and sweat was undeniable.

With one final stroke, Bradley gave in to that tingling as well. As his cock erupted, his mind was drained of everything.

He couldn't think or speak; he just moaned again and again.

Bradley's beautiful eyes were vacant, unfocused, and dull, just like the others'.

With every load and every ounce of cum leaving their bodies, more and more of their will, their resilience, and their minds were drained. Replaced with only one thought.

Obedience.

They sat there for what felt like hours, but it was mere minutes.

The light turned off, and several shadowy figures approached the vehicle. They watched through the windows and found four cops—mere empty husks, empty and ready for further programming.

Their clothes were stained with sweat, cum, as they kept drooling as well.

The doors opened, and a young man, seemingly enjoying this sight very much, smirked.

"The first stage is complete." He said that and reached for Officer Bradley's chest, touching him and stroking him firmly, but the cop didn't react.

"Good boys." The man patted his chest and looked at four other men doing the same.

"Take them for further experiments." The man took a step back.

"Yes, sir." 

He watched four bulky men dressed in black leather pull those four cops out of the car—a sight to behold.

Their dicks were hanging out of their pants; all of them were covered in sweat and cum—a debilitating smell. Their eyes were empty, and even though they were thick, muscular men, they didn't fight back.

The officers were carried toward the other vehicle and out into the back.

With one last smile, the young man looked at them before closing the back doors.

[astrolynnworld]

bondage

pairing: dom!matt x reader

summary: matt has a bondage kink that he wants to try

warnings: smut, bondage, language, oral, degradation, praise, implements of daddy, choking, one use of spit play, rough, love, lust.

pre a/n- this is gonna take me so long to write, watch

word count: 1,603

although it was a few days after christmas, matt told me that he still had a surprise gift for me.

so here i am waiting for him to bring this mysterious gift out

matt comes into the living room with a big box in his hand, and a smile plastered on his face

“oh god” i say out loud as he places the box down in front of me

“open!!” he says excitedly

I get to opening the boxes wrapped in paper.

inside the box i find multiple whips, ropes, and handcuffs

“huh? what the fuck is all this?” i asked confused and unamused

“remember when you said that if there was anything we wanted to try in bed, we can just bring it up to each other with no shame?” he states, implying something bigger

“yeahhh..” i respond

“well, this is kinda new, but I want to try.. bondage” he replies hesitantly

“bondage huh?” i repeat for clarification.

“yeah.. bondage” he says again hesitantly.

“i like the idea of you being restrained, while i am in full control of your stimulation” he continues

“oh..” i say in complete awe

“we don’t have to if you’re not into it I just thought it would be-“

“no no no i’m totally down. I just wasn’t expecting something like this from you.” i interrupt

“when would you want to try something like this?” i continue

“uhm.. i was kind of thinking right now. if you’re down with that?” he asks

“oh! okay yeah.” i reply as i stand up from the couch

i follow him to the bedroom, “this is gonna be interesting” i say with a chuckle

we get to the bedroom and matt starts unbuckling the restraints and attaching them to the bed frame

i stand by an watch the boys plan unfold right in front of him.

he gets up off the bed, “strip” he demands

“why don’t you take them off for me” i look up at him with my seductive eyes

he smiles and comes in close to kiss me

he strips me down to my underwear and bra as he continues kissing me

he sits me on the bed starts undressing himself before making his way back to me

he starts kissing up and down my body making my way to my pussy.

he takes off my underwear and starts lathing at my clit

licking up and down so slow and gently.

he takes his hand and starts using his fingers to circle my clit as he licks up and down my pussy.

“fuck matt, your tongue feels soo good. please don’t stop” i moan and buck up into him

he now takes his hand and uses the wet coat of my juices to slide into my hole

he uses his fingers to thrust in and outside of my hole while still giving me the oral stimulation on my clit

the combination was overwhelming and i continued to grind into his face until he pulled back

“do you wanna be a good girl baby?” matt asks

i nod my head

“words princess” he states

“yes. i wanna be a good girl daddy” i reply

“well good girls listen to their daddies okay? so you’re going to do everything i say correct?” he issues

“correct” i repeat

“good girl. now lay in the middle of the bed for me baby” he demands

i do as im told.

he grabs the restraints and starts tying it to each limb of mine.

first the right arm, then my right leg, moving on to my left arm and my left leg.

“there you go baby. all set!” he says as he tightens the last restraint

he crawls on top of me and and starts to tease my lips

he would kiss me once then pull his head back in order for me to fish for more

“baby pleaseee. you know i need you so bad right now” i beg

he lightly slaps my cheek then grabs my throat, “i know you do princess, which is why you’re in my full control”

he leans down to my face while still holding my throat, i can feel his breath on my lips

“so pathetic. i love it”

“stick your tongue out for me princess.” he insists

i can see the salvia leave his lips to make contact with my tongue

“swallow.” he demands

i follow as instructed

“such a good girl for me, my love” he smiles while jerking on his hard dick

he starts to climb up higher to my face, and dangling his cock in front of my face making me go cross eyed

“you look so dumb underneath me like this” he smiles

i stick out my tongue and lift my head up as far as it can go so i could reach his cock with my mouth

“aww is my little slut struggling to get my cock? does she want me to make it easier for her” he says before inching it closer

still not enough for me to reach. each time my tongue touches the tip, he pulls back a little

i throw my head down in frustration, “please matt. please don’t do this to me” i beg

“tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you” he says

i pick my head back up, “your cock matt. i want your cock in my mouth matthew. i want you to fuck my throat, please” i whine

and with a swift motion, matt grabs my head and inserts his cock in my mouth

he uses his hands to push me back and forth on his cock while he also uses his hips to thrust inside my mouth

“fuck your mouth feels so good” he groans while throwing his head back

“your throat is so tight and warm on my cock.. fuck” he continues

nothing other than the sloppy sounds of him fucking my mouth and his moans can be heard throughout the room

“oh my god you’re such a slut. i bet you like that i’m in full control of you like this right now. i bet you’re so turned on by this” he grunts out

“you like when i fuck your throat when you’re tied up under me with no control? huh?”

“i bet it feels so good to you huh? such a nasty little slut. my slut. my slutty princess who’s such a good girl for daddy.”

all as he continues to fuck my throat

“fuck i’m gonna cum-“ he slows down his pace and pulls out.

i take gasp silently trying to catch my breath and regain air

“as much as i’d love to cum in your pretty little mouth, there’s better holes to work on” matt says before slide back down to my bottom half

he starts using his cock to tease my clit and wake her up from the lack of stimulation in the past few minutes

but doesn’t take long before she’s starts leaking out wet juices again

“so fucking hot” matt exclaims before sliding into my hole

i arch my back at the feeling of his girthy long cock sling inside me

matt’s length never fails to surprise me

he starts off slow with a deep thrust that sends me into a shock every time he pushes himself in

i can feel everything in my body stop when he pushes himself in like this

i don’t even have words for him, i can’t even get to thinking right now it just feels too good.

“you look so brain dead on my cock right now. do you like it when i take care of you like this princess?” he asks

i nod my head

“words princess.”

“nugh- ye- yes matt. yo- feel so f- fucking good ri- right fuck- right now” i try to form a sentence

he bends down and starts kissing me while interlocking my restrained hands with his

“i- it’s n- not fair t- that you g- get to make me f- feel like this.” i whimper out while shutting my eyes

“look at me” he responds

i try to look at him but it’s so hard to keep my eyes open

“look at me or im going to stop”

i try my best to keep my eyes open as he fucks deep into me, picking up the pace

“i fucking love you”

“nhmmm i love you so much matt. fuck” i say trying to keep my composure

“you’re so fucking perfect and you always feel so good”

“there’s nobody better than you”

“you’re so fucking perfect and you’re fucking mine”

“my perfect girl, mine all mine.”

i feel the knot in my stomach starting to untie

“matt im gonna cum.” i say while squeezing his fingers that are still interlocked with mine

“me too baby. just cum with me.”

“cum with me like the good girl you are”

“daddy’s good girl”

i arch my back and fuck myself into his cock for the last few times as i come undone on his cock

he throws his back back as he also releases his high

he brings his head back down to kiss me as we both finish off our orgasms.

“you’re so fucking good to me. i couldn’t have found anymore more perfect than you” matt praises

i blush and smile, “i love you matt”

“i love you more y/n”

matt undoes the restraints and uses a bedside towel to clean up our messes

he tosses the towel in the hamper and proceeds to climb back in bed to cuddle me to sleep.

couldn’t have chose a better life

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a/n- took me an hour and a half but i really love this story so much!! hope you guys enjoy as well

@mattsneezing <3

[scruff-and-brawn]

I love it when the pain is so intense they can no longer speak, they can only growl like animals. That handsome face is contorted into a grimace. They become more savage than human. That’s when I own them.

[mamarosanna]

I need a 3some tag team where one of you is incredibly submissive and the other is dominant

[dreamwithlost]

UM TEMPO SÓ NOSSO

"Não era fácil o relacionamento com uma estrela, mas tudo era recompensado quando tinham um tempo só entre vocês... E o piloto do jatinho."

ChangKyun (I.M) × Fem!Reader

Gênero: Smut

W.C: 3.6K (Essa rendeu)

Avisos: fingering (f), sexo desprotegido (não faça hein), Male!Dom, penetração, linguagem imprópria, creampie

ᏪNotas: Normalmente eu gosto de escrever sobre mulheres dominadoras... Mas hoje meus amigos, fiz uma cadelinha, não deu, au au

Você se deitou de bruços na cama king size do hotel, o lençol macio roçando suavemente contra sua pele exposta. Seus pés, ainda quentes do banho recente, balançavam no ar de forma quase inocente. Os dedos deslizaram pelo controle remoto até encontrar o canal certo. E então o ambiente ao seu redor pareceu dissolver-se, deixando apenas você e a expectativa palpitante de ver o rosto que tanto desejava. Quando a imagem de seu namorado finalmente apareceu, seu corpo reagiu automaticamente — um arrepio elétrico percorreu sua espinha, e seus lábios se curvaram em um sorriso que misturava saudade e desejo.

ChangKyun estava deslumbrante, como sempre, mas havia algo de especial naquela noite. A câmera capturava cada detalhe com uma precisão quase cruel, aproximando-se do rosto dele, revelando os óculos que ele ajustava com um toque. Você conhecia aquele gesto — era o sinal de que ele estava totalmente imerso na conversa. Quando ele ria, um riso baixo e melodioso, você quase podia sentir o calor daquele som tocando sua pele.

A distância entre vocês era insuportável, uma barreira invisível que você queria desesperadamente atravessar. Imaginava-se ao lado dele, puxando-o para si, sentindo o tecido do terno sob suas mãos enquanto o arrancava com uma urgência incontrolável. Queria sentir o corpo dele contra o seu, quente, firme, sua respiração acelerada misturando-se à sua.

Mas tudo o que tinha era aquela imagem distante, intocável, que apenas aumentava a sua necessidade. Viajar até ali para vê-lo, apenas para acabar sozinha em um quarto de hotel, começava a parecer um erro. Não que ele te ignorasse, longe disso, mas a carreira de ator de ChangKyun estava em ascensão, e ele estava cada vez mais distante, mesmo quando estava perto. Por mais que você soubesse que ele também sentia sua falta, isso não era o suficiente, e vez ou outra acabava por discutir com o mesmo. Você queria mais, queria ele ao menos naquela noite contigo.

— E agora? Quais são os próximos passos da nossa estrela? — A voz do entrevistador era um ruído distante, quase irrelevante, até que ChangKyun respondeu.

— Hm, ainda estou decidindo — Ele disse, umedecendo os lábios de uma forma que fez seu coração saltar. A maneira como ele olhou diretamente para a câmera, como se pudesse ver você, enviou um choque de desejo diretamente ao seu centro. — Mas tenho planos. Planos ótimos. Antes de mais nada, vou aproveitar minha semana livre para viajar com a minha mulher.

Minha mulher.

Aquelas palavras ecoaram em sua mente, cada sílaba carregada de um peso que você não estava preparada para suportar. O corpo reagiu instantaneamente, o calor subindo para suas bochechas enquanto o choque se misturava ao desejo que já borbulhava dentro de você. Era a primeira vez que ele se referia a você assim, e a sensação era avassaladora, como se cada parte do seu ser tivesse sido marcada por aquela declaração.

Mas então, a realidade bateu com força. Viajar? Desde quando vocês iriam viajar? Por que ele não mencionou nada? A confusão tomou conta, substituindo o calor inicial por uma onda de ansiedade que fez seu coração disparar. Você se levantou da cama, o tecido do lençol caindo lentamente de seu corpo, enquanto uma sensação de urgência e incerteza a dominava.

O que exatamente ChangKyun estava planejando?

O jatinho particular cortava o céu com suavidade, o ronronar baixo dos motores preenchendo o silêncio confortável entre você e seu namorado. Você estava recostada na poltrona de couro macio, os dedos deslizavam pelos braços do assento, enquanto observava ChangKyun à sua frente. Ele parecia completamente tranquilo, a revista nas mãos mal recebendo sua atenção, e, mesmo assim, você sabia que ele sentia seu olhar queimando sobre ele. Seu corpo estava envolto no vestido leve que escolheu, um tecido fluido que parecia acariciar sua pele cada vez que você se mexia agoniada naquele acento, apesar de adorar observar as nuvens normalmente.

A tensão no ar era palpável, quase sufocante. Você estava animada, claro, mas a curiosidade em saber para onde ele estava te levando fazia tudo pulsar dentro de você, seja bom ou ruim.

— Kyun, vamos lá... — Você começou, fazendo uma carinha de quem estava prestes a perder a paciência. — Você realmente não vai me contar para onde estamos indo?

Ele ergueu os olhos da revista, a expressão tranquila não deixando escapar nada. O sorriso no canto dos lábios dele só te deixava mais impaciente.

— É uma surpresa, meu amor — Ele repetiu pela enésima vez, aquela voz baixa e carregada de segurança.

Você bufou, cruzando os braços e afundando na poltrona, fingindo estar emburrada, mas o olhar fixo nele te traía. Ele era irresistível, sentado ali com aquele ar de quem sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo, no fundo amava isso. O terno escuro se ajustava perfeitamente ao corpo dele, destacando seus ombros largos e a postura impecável. Seus olhos seguiram o caminho do pescoço até a mandíbula marcada, e, por um segundo, você sentiu o calor subir pelo seu corpo, e até mesmo se esqueceu o que estava pensando anteriormente, talvez no fim, nem estivesse tão curiosa assim, apenas gostaria de descobrir logo quanto tempo levaria para poder finalmente estar grudada em seu namorado, coisa que pretendia fazer antes de todas essas surpresas.

Necessitava dele.

Seus olhos o seguiam de forma indiscreta, e você mordeu o lábio, reprimindo um sorriso. Mesmo fingindo que estava emburrada com tanto segredo, era impossível resistir ao desejo que borbulhava dentro de você. Cada detalhe da presença dele ali, tão perto, mas ainda inatingível, fazia sua mente criar cenários que a faziam se contorcer no assento.

ChangKyun fechou a revista devagar, os olhos agora totalmente focados em você. Ele se levantou, caminhando em direção à cabine do piloto, o som suave dos seus passos ecoando no pequeno espaço. Você o observava, cada movimento dele parecia desenhado para te provocar, para fazer o calor em você aumentar. Quando ele chegou à porta, a fechou e trancou com um clique que pareceu ressoar pelo jatinho.

Ele se virou para você, os olhos escuros cravados nos seus, e um sorriso que era metade diversão, metade perigo brincava em seus lábios, como se estivesse lendo os seus pensamentos.

— Não adianta fazer essa carinha de birra — Ele provocou, a voz baixa e envolvente. — Sabe o que acontece quando você insiste, não sabe?

Seu coração disparou, o ar parecia ter ficado mais denso. Ele se aproximou devagar, a confiança em cada passo, enquanto o olhar dele parecia despir você. Quando chegou junto a ti, a mão forte dele alcançou sua cintura, puxando seu corpo contra o dele com firmeza ao te retirar do acento. Você sentiu o calor dele contra o seu corpo, e um arrepio percorreu sua espinha.

— Nós podemos começar a nos divertir agora, se você quiser... — Ele sussurrou, a boca roçando de leve sua orelha, a voz carregada de um tom que te fazia estremecer.

Antes que você pudesse responder, ele te puxou de uma vez, colocando você em seu colo ao se sentar. Seus braços se agarraram aos ombros dele instintivamente, e o som surdo da palma dele batendo na sua bunda ecoou pelo pequeno espaço. Um gemido escapou de sua boca antes que você pudesse controlar, o som alto e inesperado fez seu corpo tremer.

— Shhh — ele murmurou, a boca próxima ao seu ouvido, o tom autoritário. — Não queremos que o piloto ouça, certo?

O calor subiu ao seu rosto, mas o desejo que pulsava dentro de você não te deixou envergonhada. Ao invés disso, aquela ordem fez seu corpo vibrar, e você se viu entregue àquele momento. Ele sabia como te controlar, como te tirar daquela pose de resistência que você tanto gostava de fingir. E você adorava cada segundo disso.

ChangKyun deslizou a mão lentamente por sua perna, subindo o vestido até suas coxas, os dedos firmes e decididos. Seu corpo inteiro estava em alerta, e quando ele alcançou sua intimidade, você arfou, sentindo o primeiro toque suave por cima da calcinha. Os dedos dele deslizaram entre suas pernas, levando o pequeno tecido para o lado, e quando dois deles entraram em você, seu corpo se curvou contra o dele, o prazer te invadindo rapidamente, chegava a ser estúpido.

— Viu? Já está bem mais dócil agora... — Ele provocou, os dedos se movendo dentro de você de forma lenta e torturante.

Você se agarrou aos ombros dele, o rosto enterrado no pescoço enquanto o calor subia rapidamente pelo seu corpo. Cada movimento dos dedos dele era calculado, preciso, arrancando gemidos baixos de você, que tentava manter o controle, mas era impossível.

— Kyun... — Você murmurou, sua voz já embargada pelo prazer crescente. — Eu preciso de você... Por favor...

Ele riu baixinho, um som grave que ressoou contra a sua pele. Seus dedos ainda se moviam dentro de você, mantendo o controle absoluto, enquanto você estava à beira de implorar por mais.

— Precisa, né? — Ele murmurou, a boca roçando sua orelha. — Então por que você não mostra o quanto precisa?

Suas mãos foram para o cinto dele, trêmulas de antecipação, mas determinadas. Você desfez o fecho com rapidez, puxando a calça dele para baixo o suficiente para liberar o que você tanto queria. Quando finalmente sentiu seu pau, o corpo dele quente e rígido contra você, um pigarreio de pura necessidade escapou de sua garganta.

Você se posicionou sobre ele, a respiração acelerada, enquanto ele te segurava firmemente pelos quadris. Quando você começou a descer lentamente, sentindo-o te preencher, o mundo ao seu redor desapareceu. A sensação de tê-lo dentro de você era esmagadora, e cada centímetro que você descia fazia seu corpo queimar de desejo.

ChangKyun soltou um gemido baixo quando você finalmente se encaixou completamente nele, sua vagina era tão perfeitamente projetada para recebelo, apertadinha da forma certa. As mãos firmes em sua cintura começaram a guiar seus movimentos enquanto ele tomava o controle de tudo. Você começou a se mover naquela sincronia, lenta e provocativamente, sentindo cada pulsação, cada estremecimento.

— Mais rápido... — Ele ordenou, a voz rouca de desejo, os olhos escuros fixos nos seus.

E você obedeceu, movendo-se mais rápido, mais fundo, a tensão sexual entre vocês explodindo a cada segundo, enquanto os corpos se chocavam em um ritmo que te deixava sem fôlego, completamente entregue a ele, e ao prazer que só ele sabia te proporcionar.

A mão dele deslizou pelas suas costas enquanto você sentia o calor de capa parte daquele corpo firme contra o seu. O vestido que você usava parecia ser uma barreira fina demais para a quantidade de desejo que corria entre vocês. Seus olhos se encontraram com os dele, a respiração presa no ar enquanto um sorriso malicioso surgia em seus lábios.

ChangKyun sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo. O modo como ele te olhava, como se cada detalhe do seu corpo fosse uma provocação a mais, te deixava à beira da loucura. Quando ele falou, a voz foi baixa, um sussurro que arrepiou sua pele.

— Eu disse para não ficarmos fazendo barulho… mas você adora me testar, não é? — Ele puxou você para mais perto, e antes que pudesse responder, a mão dele deslizou para baixo, apertando sua coxa e subindo ainda mais o vestido. O toque era suave, mas o efeito era devastador. Você sentia cada movimento dele, cada centímetro de pele que era exposta te incendiava mais.

Sua respiração acelerou, o ar ficando pesado, enquanto ele finalmente alcançava seu objetivo, os dedos traçando um caminho que te deixou à mercê dele. Ele não tinha pressa, sabia exatamente como fazer você pedir mais, como controlar o ritmo. E foi exatamente isso que fez.

Um tapa firme e repentino na sua bunda fez você gemer alto, a dor e o prazer se misturando de forma avassaladora. Seus olhos se arregalaram, e antes que pudesse sequer processar, ele sussurrou de novo, a voz rouca:

— Eu disse… Sem barulho. — A advertência tinha um toque de diversão, mas também de controle — Se não vamos ter que parar.

Suas pernas tremiam quando ele segurou firme em sua coxa, cessando um pouco os movimentos. Você tentou manter a expressão desafiadora, normalmente era você que controlova aquela reação, em um tratamento de princesa, mas era impossível com o prazer invadindo seu corpo, era impossível tomar qualquer decisão toda vez que queria tanto dar para ChangKyun.

— Você quer mais, não quer? — A voz dele era uma provocação, e você só conseguiu assentir, mordendo o lábio inferior enquanto tentava se libertar de seu toque e voltar a subir e descer naquele colo, estava tão gostoso, da forma como andou fantasiando enquanto ele esteve longe.

Satisfeito com a sua expressao, ele aliviou o toque em seu quadril, guiando você devagar novamente, provocando com cada movimento. A verdade é que seria impossível até mesmo para ele impedir aquilo, necessitava tanto de você que estava quase enlouquecendo, mas gostava de te ver clamar por ele, gostava de se deliciar com sua carinha manhosa.

Então, ChangKyun, com aquele olhar dominador que sempre fazia você se derreter, mudou o ritmo de seus movimentos. Seus dedos, já hábeis em explorar cada centímetro do seu corpo, deslizaram para o seu clitóris, começando a brincar com ele de maneira provocativa, lenta e torturante, enquanto você quicava para ele. Um suspiro desesperado escapou dos seus lábios, e seu corpo tremeu involuntariamente.

Você mordeu o lábio e puxou as madeixas negras do rapaz com força, tentando conter o som que ameaçava escapar, mas ele sabia exatamente como te tirar do controle. O prazer que começou a pulsar através de você era tão intenso que, num reflexo, seus braços se apertaram ao redor dele, e seu rosto se escondeu no pescoço de ChangKyun, buscando qualquer forma de controle. Seu gemido abafado encontrou refúgio na curva de seu ombro, mas ele sentiu tudo — cada tremor, cada suspiro contido.

— Shhh — Ele murmurou, o tom da voz baixo e rouco, com um toque de diversão.

O toque dele no seu clitóris intensificou-se, aumentando a pressão a cada segundo, e seus quadris começaram a se mover involuntariamente, seguindo o ritmo que ele ditava.

O som de sua respiração ofegante preenchia o pequeno espaço entre vocês, e por mais que tentasse se conter, era quase impossível. A sensação era intensa demais, e cada provocação o deixava mais decidido a te levar à beira do prazer, sem pressa.

— Sua bucetinha é tão gostosa, amor — Ele murmurou contra seu ouvido, sua voz como uma corrente elétrica passando por sua espinha seguido de um gemido baixo e meticulosamente calculado.

Suas unhas cravaram nos ombros dele enquanto o prazer aumentava, o calor em seu ventre crescendo com cada movimento dos dedos dele sobre seu ponto tão sensível.

O ritmo entre vocês mudou quando você decidiu tomar o controle, entregue aquelas provocações. Em um movimento lento, você se encaixou perfeitamente nele, parando de subir e descer, apenas movendo os quadris de maneira provocativa, sentindo cada centímetro dele dentro de você. O prazer crescia a cada ondulação do seu corpo, enquanto você rebolava, pressionando-o profundamente, sem apressar os movimentos, como se quisesse aproveitar cada segundo daquela sensação.

ChangKyun ficou tenso de imediato, um gemido baixo escapando de seus lábios enquanto seus dedos cravavam em sua cintura, e os olhos dele ficaram mais escuros, dominados pelo desejo. Ele estava tentando manter o controle, mas o modo como você rebolava, devagar e sensual, o estava levando à loucura.

Sem aviso, ele agarrou seus cabelos, puxando-os de forma possessiva, fazendo sua cabeça inclinar para trás, expondo seu pescoço. O gesto arrancou de você um gemido rouco, e a dor prazerosa misturou-se ao prazer avassalador que crescia dentro de você.

— Isso…— Ele murmurou, a voz cheia de desejo, os olhos fixos nos seus, admirando cada movimento.

— Quer que eu robole assim, gatinho? — Foi sua vez de provocá-lo, surrando em seu ouvido de forma entrecortada pelos gemidos. A maneira como ele te puxava pelos cabelos era tanto uma súplica quanto uma ordem, e você sentiu seu corpo responder a cada pequena ação.

Quando ele lhe respondeu com um murmurio, rebolou mais intensamente, sentindo o corpo dele vibrar debaixo do seu, enquanto ele respirava pesadamente. O atrito entre vocês, o jeito que o corpo dele se encaixava perfeitamente no seu, fazia o prazer explodir de forma lenta, controlada, e ao mesmo tempo irresistível. Seus movimentos se tornaram mais fluidos, como se você estivesse desenhando cada onda de prazer que passava pelo seu corpo, se esfregando nele de maneira tão íntima que era impossível saber onde um começava e o outro terminava.

ChangKyun puxava seu cabelo com mais firmeza agora, os olhos fechados por um instante, saboreando cada vai e vem, e você sentia como o corpo dele reagia a cada provocação sua, se perdendo junto com você.

— Você vai me deixar louco — Ele sussurrou, a voz grave, enquanto seu aperto no seu cabelo se intensificava, seu corpo já não mais resistindo ao controle que ele tanto tentava manter.

ChangKyun estava perdendo até seu raciocínio, e você podia sentir isso em cada movimento, em cada puxão mais fraco nos seus cabelos. Os gemidos baixos que escapavam dele se tornavam mais roucos, mais intensos, enquanto você rebolava, sendo você agora a exigir silêncio.

— Porra, você sabe exatamente o que está fazendo, não sabe? — Ele xingou, a voz grave, repleta de desejo e frustração. — Rebola mais pra mim... Isso, me faz gozar em você.

Os palavrões saíam dele com uma intensidade crua, o que só aumentava o fogo dentro de você. Você estava tão próxima do ápice que seus gemidos ficaram mais altos, mais desesperados, sendo abafados quando uma das mãos de seu namorado tampou sua boca, lhe fazendo mordendo levemente seus dedos. Tudo o que conseguia pensar era no prazer insuportável que se aproximava.

— Kyun… por favor… — Você arfou, os quadris ainda movendo-se com fervor, mas já sem qualquer controle. — Eu…

Ele percebeu que você estava à beira do orgasmo, seus olhos faiscando com aquela familiaridade dominadora. Num movimento rápido, ele tomou o controle de volta, as mãos firmes segurando sua cintura e, sem aviso, começou a estocar em você com rapidez e precisão. Seus movimentos eram fortes, e você quase perdeu o fôlego com a intensidade dele, cada impulso fazendo o prazer se acumular de maneira avassaladora.

Você cravou os dentes no pescoço dele para abafar o grito que estava prestes a escapar, seu corpo tremendo violentamente enquanto o orgasmo te arrebatava. As ondas de prazer te invadiram de uma só vez, e você se apertou contra ele, sentindo cada centímetro dele pulsar dentro de você. Sua respiração era rápida, descontrolada, e você não conseguia pensar em mais nada além de como o seu corpo estava sendo levado ao limite.

ChangKyun, por sua vez, continuou, aumentando o ritmo conforme sentia você gozar, o que só o deixou ainda mais perto de explodir. E então, com um último impulso profundo e forte, ele gozou dentro de você, o calor do líquido dele se espalhando pelo seu interior. A sensação de seu orgasmo, quente e intenso, fez seu corpo estremecer mais uma vez, enquanto ele gemia seu nome baixo, a respiração dele ofegante contra sua pele.

Você sentiu cada gota se derramar dentro de você, preenchendo-o de uma maneira que só ele conseguia, e seu corpo relaxou contra o dele, ainda tremendo, enquanto ambos tentavam recuperar o fôlego.

A respiração pesada de ChangKyun misturava-se à sua, enquanto seus corpos permaneciam colados, ofegantes. Você ainda sentia as pernas trêmulas, o calor do orgasmo fluindo em ondas suaves pelo seu corpo. O líquido quente dele se espalhava dentro de você, uma lembrança íntima e profunda do prazer que acabaram de compartilhar.

Ele acariciava sua pele, deslizando os dedos suavemente pelas suas costas, enquanto você permanecia aninhada em seu colo, a cabeça descansando em seu ombro. O silêncio entre vocês era preenchido apenas pelo som de suas respirações, o toque dele era lento, quase reverente, como se estivesse saboreando cada segundo após o êxtase.

Com um sorriso satisfeito, você levantou a cabeça e encontrou o olhar dele, que te observava com uma mistura de encanto e ternura. Ele deslizou a mão pelos seus cabelos, os olhos fixos nos seus, enquanto um sorriso de canto se formava em seus lábios.

— Você é tão linda, de todas as formas, e principalmente com essa carinha — Ele murmurou, a voz baixa, rouca de desejo ainda não totalmente saciado, vocês possuíam energia para dar em vender.

Você sorriu de volta, o corpo ainda colado ao dele, e se inclinou para depositar um beijo suave no pescoço, onde havia marcado sua pele momentos antes. Sentiu os músculos dele se contraírem levemente sob seus lábios, e isso te fez sorrir ainda mais.

ChangKyun envolveu sua cintura com os braços, segurando-a com firmeza, e sussurrou ao seu ouvido, a voz carregada de promessas:

— Da próxima vez, vamos fazer isso direito, sem ninguém por perto pra nos interromper. Vamos ter muito tempo agora.

Enquanto ele acariciava sua pele, com aquela expressão satisfeita e dominadora, você não conseguia conter o sorriso que surgia em seus lábios. Todo o mistério sobre o destino, a surpresa, o lugar onde iriam... tudo isso havia se tornado irrelevante.

No fundo, não importava mais para onde estavam indo, contanto que fosse com ele. Contando que tivesse seu homem apenas para você.

[guywhowatches]

An Office Interview (Part 3)

(Might be a bit grosser than the previous 2 parts)

Mr Brown

You stood there, hand on the entrance door handle, terrified to walk inside again, getting horrible flashbacks to your interview. Once you’d gotten home that day, it’d taken a good hour to even get close to washing the lingering stench off you. After this had happened, you’d told your stepdad that you didn’t want to go back. However, he hadn’t listened and drove you here anyway, no matter how much you begged him not to. But you were here now, and didn’t seem to have any other option. So, you took a deep breath of clean air and headed inside.

Surprisingly, the main reception area didn’t smell as bad as you were expecting, although you don’t remember it smelling that bad the day before either. As you nervously looked around the room, hoping you could sneak in and hide in the broom closet for the rest of the day, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Ahh, you’re finally here.” Called out a voice from behind you. You saw a man sat down behind a desk, with a monitor upon it, whom you slowly approached. He seemed to be as large and beefy as the other men you’d met previously. He wore a blue suit with a red tie and had brown hair that lay slickly combed atop his head. “A little late, but we’ll overlook it, as it is your first day. It says here that you’re booked with Mr Brown for today.” The man said, looking at the monitor. Booked in, were they really treating you like a piece of equipment, for their putrid gas? “Let’s hope he hasn’t stocked up on too much breakfast this morning, otherwise you might not even make it to the end of the day.” The secretary said, with a cruel grin. You gulped at the thought of having to go through the hell that was yesterday again.

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You jumped in shock at the sound of the obvious fart. Whilst it was muffled by his chair, the secretary still had a noticeable wince on his face, before relaxing and sighing. “Ahh, I know I did.” This sight made you even more petrified, even though you could barely smell it (thanks to the cushion in his seat), the sound alone was mortifying.

“Ahh, good, there you are.” You heard a voice, that made you freeze up and turn around slowly. There you saw Mr Brown heading towards you, in a grey suit, still almost towering over you. “Thank you for notifying me. Now, chop, chop, I have a busy day ahead of me. Take a pen and notepad from Mr Blake would you, I have a few things I need you to take down.” You whirled around to see the Secretary now holding a pen and paper towards you, still grinning. You felt nervous to take it, until you heard Mr Brown call out: “Today please!” With such a commanding voice, that you didn’t dare feel like disobeying him. You grabbed the objects and quickly followed after him.

“Now, first of all, write down that I have a meeting at 2pm, and a meet up with Mr Shortland at 4pm.” You were a little confused as to why it was up to you to write this down, but again you didn’t dare question him. As you continued, on through, he gave you other things to write about, before he stopped mid-sentence, as well as mid stride. You were about to ask why, when suddenly:

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A vibrating echo, in the sound of lawn mower, bounced around the walls. Along with this, because you were unfortunately behind him, the blast went directly into your face, as well as your nostrils. There was a horrible scent of cheese and mouldy veg that made you want to gag. Mr Brown however, seemed completely unfazed by this and let out a small sigh of relief before continuing with his list. But you couldn’t, you needed at least a few seconds to recover. Mr Brown looked back at you with a displeased look on his face.

“I would like you to get a move on please.” You nodded, still refraining your gags and tried to catch up with him. You could only imagine it would be worse for you if you didn’t do as asked. As you tried to move on from the stench, he suddenly stopped again, and pointed his large butt out a bit, making his suit pants strain a little.

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You didn’t even have time to fully brace yourself as it shot out his backside. There was an even stronger, disgusting cheesy stink about it, that made your feel to gag grow stronger. Mr Brown stood back up fully and let out a small sigh again.

“Damm Hashbrowns.” You heard him mutter to himself. “We need to make a stop.” And before you could ask about it, he began striding off down the hall. Again, you tried to catch up to him, to not get stuck in his fart cloud. However, you stopped once you realised you were both approaching a toilet cubicle. You stopped in terror. You didn’t know how long you’d have to wait outside. What if someone else came along and tormented you, or worse, took you back to their office?

“Can you take a letter for me?” Mr Brown, asked as he put his hand on the cubicle door. You were a little confused as to why he asked you this now, and not after he was finished. “Come along, I need to get it down while it’s in my mind.” He demanded at you, but you just stared back in almost disbelief. Surely, he didn’t mean what you thought he meant. You couldn’t go in there with him. You still remembered the stink of Steven’s aftermath from just your first day. “Now please!” Mr Brown demanded again, and you found yourself following him inside, a decision you knew you’d regret.

The bathroom itself was surprisingly clean, though you wish you could say the same about the lingering smell. You began trying your hardest to breathe as little as possible. As you were looking around, you heard the sound from behind you of Mr Brown unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the ground. You then the thud of his giant ass landing on the toilet seat. You wanted to keep your back to him, as for one, not to breach on his privacy (despite being in the room with him already) and two, it wasn’t a sight you wanted to see.

“Can you turn around? I prefer working face to face.” Mr Brown demanded. You gulped and turned to see him sat upon the toilet, with his pants round his ankles, staring at you with no shame on his face. “Good, now let’s begin. *Ahem* Dear Evan’s Inc. …”

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As you began scribbling down, a dark fart reverberated into the toilet bowl, making you flinch. You cringed a little but were thankful that his body was blocking the scent from spreading around the room. You began scribbling down, whilst still trying to hold your breath.

“We’re writing to you in order to discuss our displeasure with your recent actions.” As he was saying this, you heard a streaming noise coming from beneath him. It was a fierce sounding one to, like almost everything else about him. “Despite this, we are still wishing to give one last chance.”

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You tried desperately to hold in your disgust as the sound of a solid object dropped into the water. You continued to scribble down everything he asked, hoping it would distract you from the awful sounds, and smells. It didn’t seem to be working that well though unfortunately. And then, to make things worse, Mr Brown began grunting loudly yet still continued to give you instructions on what to write.

“We have been satisfied with your deals in the past. For this we will… hgn… keep pushing and… gnnn… straining until we can make a deal.”

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You were startled by the sound of what seemed like a boulder dropping into a pool. This wasn’t even mentioning the smell. It was starting to get too much for you.

“If you displease us again, we’ll resort to more… hgnnnn… drastic measures.”

PARRRP PLOP! KU-PLUNK! SPLOOOSH!

The series of plops, combined with the already repugnant gas, was horrible. You were barely managing to keep on your feet, as your vision was growing fuzzy. You managed to write down his signings before passing down on the ground.

You woke up to pretty scary sight. It seemed like Mr Browns large ass, now with his suit pants pulled back up, was squatted down in front of your face. His behind was so large, this it looked like it was going to tear through the seam at any second. You didn’t even have time to react, as you still felt woozy from the stench, before getting a full-face blast.

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You bounced awake, coughing violently, the stink of cheese and crap occupying your nose. Mr Brown stood back up, looking as stern as ever.

“Good you’re awake. I want to thank you for taking that letter down for me. Although I am displeased that you passed out on me. If it happens again, I shall have to force you to smell my displeasure more than once. And I doubt you’d want that would you, especially after taking a dump like that?” Despite your head still not being fully active, you quickly shook your head, still feeling scared of him.

“Good, now come along, for I have a meeting in a few minutes, and still have some post-dump gas left over.” He stated, heading out the door, but not before letting out a loud, sharp quack out his backside. You groaned in disgust, as you got up and followed after him. This was going to be a long day.