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starlightsuffered · 4 months ago

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Clogged

Info - clogged milk duct, lactation kink, mention of friends with benefits, crying during sex, unprotected sex

“She’s so cute, she giggled when I did peek a boo,” Timothée said when he came back from putting down baby Dahlia. I thought it might be a bit odd being a couple after having been friends with benefits for so long, but it had come to us very naturally. Timothée was an insanely wonderful dad.

“Timmy, I’ve been researching my symptoms and I think it’s a clogged milk duct,” I said, massaging the warm area on my breast.

“Babe!” Timothée squeaked when he came into the living room and saw me completely topless.

“You can’t just be shirtless without me knowing, you’re going to give me heart attack one day,” he said and came over to me.

“From fear?” I asked. “Do I look that bad after birth I chuckled.

“No, baby, from the fact that I’m so insanely attracted to you,” he said and nuzzled his nose into my neck.

“Still in pain?” He asked me, finger tracing my nipple.

“Yes,” I sighed unhappily.

“You know I could, um, I could try to s-suck it out,” he suggested.

“You’d do that for me?” I asked.

“I mean if it’ll help,” he shrugged.

“It could, they said the baby could suck it out but I don’t know if Dahlia can suck that hard, I mused.

“Yeah, so I might as well,” he said quickly and was on my breast in seconds. He sucked hard while massaging my other breast. I was shocked that he was making needy noises. My hand fell to his hair.

“Mmmm, fuck,” he moaned into the skin of my breast. I didn’t know why I liked looking at him like this. He looked quite sexy.

“Oh!” I cried when the pain just stopped and my milk flowed freely again. Timothée went over and spat something into the trash can. I noticed he was sporting an impressive boner, and I bit my lip.

“Timothée,” I said as he came back with a smile.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes, lots but baby, did that, turn you on?” I asked as I brushed his boner.

“Fuck me,” he moaned.

“Look baby I know it’s weird, but ever since you started lactating, I want to, I want to drink it so bad, it makes me so needy,” he breathed.

“I don’t think it’s weird,” I shook my head. “I think it’s sexy, you looked so… desperate.”

“Fuck, baby, I can drink? I can have milk?” He asked.

“All you want,” I nodded. We were tearing off each others clothing. He entered me and I cried out, my fingers tangled into his hair.

“Fuck, you taste better than the finest wine,” he moaned as he took some into his mouth. He was now fully attached to my nipple suckling loudly.

“Oh Timothée, oh your mouth on me baby, it’s so sexy, the way you cock slams into me oh!” I whimpered as his hips snapped at a speed he’d never reached before. I was loud I knew that, but I couldn’t help it, this was so alluring.

“Baby,” he gasped. “Your tender skin, your sweet milk.”

“All for you, my body belongs to you,” I promised him desperately.

“I feel so intimate with you. To think I once was just your friend who was hopelessly in love and thought he had no chance and now I’m blessed enough to drink from you? It’s a whole new level of, of devotion.”

He was crying and I pulled him to me to kiss him. I poured my devotion into that kiss. We’d both been stupid and love sick and pining, but now we had one another and we had our Dahlia.

His hips rolled. We were whimpering into one another’s mouths. The lewdness of this new act, paired with the feeling closeness it brought to us made us needy.

“Drink more, oh I want your belly full of milk, just like you pump me full of cum,” I moaned and pushed him to my nipple.

“Yes, fucking need to guzzle you down,” he moaned.

“Drink baby, drink!” I wailed. His face was buried in my breast, taking large gulps of my milk that now flowed perfectly for him. I was arching into the wonderful feeling. His small noises of need made me so horny I was nearly aching.

“Oh baby I can’t take it anymore, this is so sexy, I’m going to cum so fucking hard,” he moaned.

“Cum baby, cum in my pussy and cum a lot,” I begged.

“Oh, oh,” he cried and he began to spout cum inside me. I was so turned on by his needy whimpering that I came undone. I was shaking and panting, squirming as he went back to my nipple.

“I just can’t stop drinking,” he gasped.

“That’s okay, keep going and keep your cock inside me,” I begged him.

“I’m so fucking happy you’re into this,” he said and I could feel his cock hardening again.

“Wow already Timmy,” I chuckled breathlessly.

“I can’t help it, this stuff is like a viagra,” he swore.

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13as07 · 4 months ago

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Birthright #9

(Uchiha Men Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Hikamory'chi & TempestDH]

Requested by: The Devil

Word Count: 4,431

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Brother/Sister Incest

Father/Daughter Incest

Name Calling: Baby Girl, Onii-Chan, Princess, Whore, Daddy

Mentions of Virginity Loss

Creampie

Rape

Spanking/Choking

Emotional Manipulation

Child Abuse/Bleeding

Fingering

Sex Toys: Belt, Vibrator

Two more parts :)

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The sheets under me cling to my skin, soaking up the sweat coating every part of me. My head is buried deep into the bedding, shoulders pressed against the mattress too, and my on-show pussy clenching around nothing.

"Beautiful, Baby Girl," Onii-Chan coos, his hands rubbing against my ass that's arched into the air. "I think Leapfrog is definitely going to be in the top five."

"What?" I mutter, my words muffled even more because of the blankets.

"The position you're in," he starts to gently explain. "Your hips up," his hands squeeze my hips before sliding up my sides. "Your head and shoulders on the bed," he continues, his hands softly massaging my shoulders. "It's called Leapfrog."

"Oh."

After the loss of my virginity, Itachi insisted on another round even though we were on a time crunch. Hence, the position, my unhappily empty pussy, and the slow draining of his cum into my womb. It's a weird but erotic feeling, my brother's sperm dripping into the deepest parts of me.

His thumb ghosts over my pussy, teasing my aching hole as his eyes eat away at me, adding a burning hit to my sensitive spots. "I'm going to go shower real quick, you stay just like this while I'm away, okay, Baby Girl? By the time I'm out every ounce of me should be drained into your greedy womb."

"Stop calling me that," I whine, trying to smother my face deeper into the blankets. "I'm your Princess."

"Yes, you are, and you always will be, but I already told you we need to get used to calling each other different things. It'll make life easier after the wedding."

"What am I supposed to call you?" I ask, some of the chip of my tone gone because of the soft massaging Itachi is gifting to my lower back.

"Anything you want, Baby Girl." My mouth clicks open, excited to extort the loop I see in his wording. "Except Onii-Chan." Just as soon as I see the loop, Itachi snags his wording, knotting the possibility of getting what I want.

"I'm going to call you my little man because your dick is small," I snap, shaking my hips to try and knock his touch away from me.

Smack

"Hey!" I yelp, this time jerking away because of the smack to my ass. "That was rude."

"You're rude. Knock off the attitude," he snaps back, rubbing the sore spot in my butt. "Think of something else."

"Dumb Lover Boy," I grumble, pulling a soft chuckle from Itachi.

"That'll work, Baby Girl. I'll be right back, you just relax," he murmurs, dotting the smacked spot with a kiss.

"Yes, Sir."

His thumb swipes over the same spot, raking a new wave of aches through me before he steps away. His exit is signaled by my door swinging open and then clicking closed behind him.

My body relaxes with his exit, more of my weight pressed into my shoulders. I do just as I was told, staying put as sleep slowly starts to overtake my senses.

Just as my eyes droop closed, my door clicks back open. "You're back already?" I mutter, shifting my head so my cheek is pressed against the mattress. Is Itachi already done showering? How long has he been gone? Not long enough to shower, I don't think.

A rough hand buries into my hair, picking my head up for a beat before shoving it back into the bed. "Oh, fuck," I whine, my cunt aching as he shoves his fingertips back into my pussy. "I can't take anymore. Please?" I whimper, squirming underneath him. The movement only makes me ache more.

"Why the hell is your pussy stuffed full of cum?" Every drop of arousal drains out of me, quickly replaced with the icy voice of my Father. I try to sit up, stopped by his hand still buried in my hair. "Princess," the nickname feels like a pile of bricks between my shoulder blades, weighing me down. "Who took your virginity?"

"I don't know," I whisper, squirming under his intense hold and the feeling of his eyes burning into my pussy.

Daddy's dark chuckle wraps around me, squeezing my throat and stopping my airflow. "Fine, cover for your brothers. See if I care," he grumbles, his words barely covering the sound of clothes rustling.

"Please don't!" I yelp, jerking away when the tip of his dick taps against my cunt. "I'm already sore. It's going to hurt so much, Daddy. Please?" He ignores me, shoving his length into me. Another yelp echoes in my room, forced out by the pain blooming from my pussy. "Stop. Please stop. Daddy, please? I can't." The word 'stop' shoots out after every one of his thrusts, slowly growing louder with more pain that builds up.

By the time Daddy is moving full force ahead, slamming into me hard enough to inch me up the bed, my pleas and begs for stopping are just a heap of pain-soaked sobs. All I can focus on is the aches and the slight break every time he tugs his penis out of me.

"I didn't know you were such a whore," Daddy barks, tugging on my hair so my neck arches, my head and upper body being lifted off the bed enough that I can look back at him. Sweat droplets drip down his face, forehead and lips scrunched in disgust, and his sharingans glowing in anger. "Look at you, crying your eyes out as I rape you. I'm sure you weren't crying when you let one of your brothers slip into your pussy. Do you not like Daddy raping you?"

I quickly shake my head, no, my hands shooting back to dig my nails into his wrist. Daddy's hips jerk from my answer, the position making it easier for his tip to dig deeper into me, fresh waves of pain rattling through my body. "Maybe you should have thought about that before acting like a whore. Every time you let one of your brothers have sex with you, Daddy is going to rape you and beat your ass until you can't sit anymore."

"Please don't," I wail, trying to tug his hand out of my hair. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Really! I won't let it happen again, I promise. Please just stop. Please stop raping me!"

I must be in the grace of one God or another because I get what I want. Daddy curses under his breath, another rough shove of his dick into me before his movements stop. The newly found feeling of being filled with sperm shoots through my groin, tainting the stash Itachi left in me.

"Fucking whore," Daddy growls, dropping his hold on me and tugging himself out of my pussy when he's done. My body crashes to the bed, legs shaking from the pain and chest pumping from the fear inked into my skin.

His touch isn't gone for long, his thick fingers wrapping around my throat and gently squeezing. "Met me in the living room, just like this, in ten minutes or I swear I'll parade you around the council and show them how much of a used-up whore their future Chieftess is, am I understood?"

"Yes, Daddy," I whisper, my eyes crunched closed as I try to will away the pain. The familiar sound of my door squeaking open and then clicking closed fills my room, a new sob filling the space left empty after my door closes.

I allow myself to cry for a few moments, my focus shifting to trying to shove down my sobs. I didn't answer Daddy's question and I know all too well he always gets his answer. A new layer of fear coats my lungs as I turn over in bed and sit upright. I have no clue how he's going to get his answer, but I do know I won't like it.

Slowly, I rest my weight on my feet and push myself off the bed. My legs wobble the whole way out, pain digging its sharp nails into my nerves as I inch out of my room and down the hallway into the living room. By the time I'm in the center of the room, Daddy's eyes bearing into me, fresh tears are sliding down my cheeks.

His anger weavers, his scowl falling into a frown as he looks me over. "Come here, Princess," he murmurs, wiggling his fingers to beckon me forward. I make my way toward him, my steps as slow as a snail as I move.

Daddy's arms wrap around me when I get close enough for him to snatch me. The strong safety of his arms around my waist counters the fear he left coating my skin, leaving me even more confused and forcing more tears from my eyes. "Shh, shh, shh," he softly hushes me, a thumb rubbing away my tears as his other hand balls up his robe. He softly pats my thighs causing the material to quickly get soaked and turn a darker color.

My eyes stick to the soaked cloth, trying to figure out why the color is changing so deeply. "Daddy's sorry, he didn't mean to be so rough," he coos in my ear, tone soft and touch gentle. My sight rolls over my thigh, new fear blooming in my chest at the sight of blood gushing down my legs. I didn't bleed when Itachi fucked me, but he wasn't as rough as our Father. "I didn't want to make you bleed."

"It's okay," I mutter, knowing it's what he wants to hear. A scream for Itachi sticks in my throat, wanting his comfort more than anything right now but that'll just make everything worse.

"I'm still sorry, Princess. When I'm done dealing with your brothers we'll take a hot bath, okay? Then we can cuddle in bed and I'll get you an ice pack. Daddy loves you so much. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Why is every time Itachi and Daddy want something - most times forgiveness - they remind me they love me? Why do they always insist they'll never hurt me even as they are or after they did? They confuse me so much.

Daddy turns me in his lap so I'm sat sideways, his nose digging in my hair so he can slide his lips against my neck. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, wiggling in his lap to try and get more comfortable. After some trying I give it up, settling on the fact that I won't feel comfortable any time soon, if ever again.

My eyes scan the room as my Father tries to make himself feel better about what he's done. He dragged two kitchen chairs into the living room, leaving them to rest across from where we sit on the couch. His belt sits on the coffee table, the warn-out brown leather one he uses on my brothers when they misbehave. The one I'm sure he used on Sasuke this morning.

The pink vibrator he uses when he wants nothing more than to slurp me all night long sits next to it, making me squirm in more fear. It's not unusual for Daddy to leave me sobbing and squirming in overstimulated pain. He and Mom alike swear it's him just 'keeping control of his temper' and badgering me about 'not wanting Daddy to take his anger out on anyone else'.

"Be a Good Girl while Daddy punishes your brothers and I'll give you a reward," my Father mutters, his arms scooping me up again. This time, he lays me across the coffee table, ass in the air, and his hand buried in my hair to force my head upward.

My neck aches from being arched, my scalp yelling in pain from my roots being tugged on, the edge of the table digging into my stomach, and my pussy quivering in pain from the chill in the house alone. "What kind of reward?" I ask, trying to loosen his hold on my hair.

Daddy's hand does move around, pony-tailing my locks but still keeping a firm grasp on it. "Whatever you want, Princess. It'll be an open-ended reward. Anything you want, whatever time you want."

"Really?"

"Really," he echoes, coating gentle kisses down my spine. As soon as the moment starts, it ends, Daddy's only touch being his hand fisting my hair. "Itachi, Sasuke, come here!" Fear icicles down my back, replacing the soft love he wrapped around my spine.

My Father toys with my hair, flopping it back and forth as we wait for the boys. Sasuke appears first, poking his head around his doorframe. All the coloring melts from his face as he looks at us, his eyes large as he slowly slides into the room. "Father, how can I help?"

"Did you fuck Princess?"

"No," he rushes out, heat coating his face and almost shouting against the paleness of his cheeks.

"Sit down."

Sasuke does as ordered, sliding into one of the chairs. He tries his hardest to keep his eyes locked on our Father but does fail on occasion, flicking his sight down at me.

Itachi strolls into the room soon after, dressed in his clothes from earlier and his hair bone dry, not giving away his time in the shower. He tries to give off a calm vibe like he always carries, but the mask falls when his eyes trail over me. "What are you doing to my Baby Girl?" He hisses, fire flaring in his sight as he drags it up toward our Father. His anger doubles when he notices my blood soaked into Daddy's shirt. "What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do?" He carefully asks, his tone snapping more and more with every word.

"Sit down," Daddy sighs, his focus still on toying with my hair.

"I asked you - "

"Sit down," he repeats, eyes glaring back at Itachi with the same level of heat. "I came home to my poor Princess split open with her pussy stuffed full of cum. I'm curious to know which one of you took poor advantage of your sister."

"It wasn't me," Itachi answers evenly, trying to tie down his temper.

"Well, I sure didn't!" Sasuke snaps, jumping up from his spot. "I'm not getting another beating. I didn't fuck Princess. I'm not taking the blame for this."

"Both of you!" Daddy yells, yanking in my hair so I'm arched upward more, the edge of the table digging into my stomach deeper. "Sit. Down. Please." It takes a second but the heat between my brothers dies down and they both slide into their seats. Their eyes lock on me, Itachi's stoned and Sasuke's swirling with concern. "Since neither one of you wants to confuse, I'm going to beat Princess's ass until one of you cave."

"What?"

"Don't you dare."

The boys answer at the same time, mixing with the arousal and fear in my groin. I knew it was coming, Daddy told me in my bedroom he was going to spank me until I couldn't even sit anymore. "Glad we're on the same page," he mutters, leaning over me to grab his belt.

Daddy keeps me arched, making sure the boys can see my face. His hand rubs against my butt cheek, his fingertips and the worn leather massaging the flesh.

Smack

"Onii-Chan!" The scream for Itachi rips from my lungs before I can stop it. I've been spanked before, plenty of times by Daddy and brother alike, but the pain has never itched into my skin like this.

"Dad," Sasuke calls, his voice wobbling as his eyes flicker between our Father and me. Itachi doesn't flinch, the small squint of his eyes being the only change to his face.

Daddy waits a moment, willing his sons to confess to their sins. When they don't, he turns back to his actions.

Smack, smack

A wet sob bubbles in my lungs, mixing with the sound of leather against my skin. Sasuke itches forward, sight fully locked on me. Itachi's eyes stay trailed on Daddy.

Smack, smack, smack

My hands shoot forward, trying to reach out for Itachi. My eyes have started to blur from my tears. "Make it stop! Onii-Chan! Please!"

"Itachi," Sasuke hisses, flicking his eyes to the side. "Just confess already. Itachi did it," he points at our older brother, his face hard in a glare as he tips his head up toward our Father. "I'm telling you he did it, isn't that enough of a confession?"

"No."

Smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack

"Please!" I wail because my ass feels like it's on fire from the constant assault on it. "Daddy, it hurts. It was Itachi! I promise it was Itachi! Stop!"

The spankings stop for a moment, his hand back rubbing at the sores forming on my ass. It doesn't help, if anything it makes my skin sting more. "Is that true Itachi? Did you fuck Princess? Were you the one reckless enough to finish in your sister?"

"No," Itachi answers without hesitation, his eyes not falling away from his stare off with Daddy. A sob of betrayal rakes through the room, quickly replaced with sobs of pain again.

Smack, smack, smack

My sobs are slowly morphing into screams of pain, screams for Itachi despite his betrayal. "Onii-Chan it hurts! Make it stop! Please? You're supposed to make it stop. You're supposed to keep me safe!"

"Come on, Princess. You should know by now your Onii-Chan is a sad excuse of a man. He won't ever take care of you," Daddy utters, the words meant to hurt Itachi but managing to stab at my heart on their way.

Smack, smack. Smack, smack. Smack -

As I'm bracing for the next spanking, the belt falls short, resting against my butt instead of crashing down against my skin. "Shit," Daddy whispers under his breath, the belt and my hair slipping from his hands.

My body hunches over the table, the pain from my lower regions so intense that it snacks up the bottom of my spine. The belt trickles to the floor, the metal of it clicking when it crashes against the wood. Warm liquid drips down my skin, quickly wiped away by Daddy.

"I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to, Daddy got carried away," he coos, his big and warm hands rubbing up and down my cheeks, attempting to massage the pain out of them as he spreads the sticky liquid around.

Unshed tears wet Sasuke's eyes as he stares at me. Itachi's eyes have finally fallen, locked on our Dad's hands as angry fire flickers in his irises. "Look at what you two did. You want to save your asses so bad that you're willing to let your sister bleed for your sins." Oh, that must be the warm liquid leaking across my skin.

Slowly, Daddy pulls me off the table, letting the two of us fall onto the couch. A shriek of pain crawls up my raw throat, the pain of sitting on my wounds being the moving force. He softly hushes me, tugging me closer until my back is pressed against his chest. "I know it hurts, Princess, but it won't be over until Itachi confesses."

"I didn't do it."

"Sure you didn't," Daddy mutters, his sympathy fake as he answers Onii-Chan. My shaky legs are moved, aching even more as they're hooked over his thighs, spreading me open so all three men can see my still-soaked pussy. The mess of my cum, Itachi's cum, and Daddy's cum is still coated over my pussy and caked on the inside of my thighs, keeping me slick.

Daddy jerks forward, snatching the vibrator off the table before situating it against my clit. "Please?" I try begging, wrapping my fingers around his wrists. "I can't. I hurt, so much."

"I know, Princess," he coos, switching the toy on and instantly turning it on to its top speed. Daddy's arms cage me in place as I try to squirm away from the vibrations. "The sooner your Onii-Chan tells the truth, the sooner I can stop it, but he's the only one who can save you right now."

My head snaps toward Itachi, my whimpers on repeat as I try to use my eyes to will him to tell the truth. Daddy's nose slides against my neck, huffing in my scent as his fingers toy with my pussy, making my aching hole scream in disagreement again. "Itachi is so mean to you," he mutters against my neck, his lips replacing his nose against my skin. "Isn't he? Tell your Onii-Chan how much pain you're in because of him," he orders, shoving his fingers into me.

"It hurts, Itachi. It hurts to sit on Daddy's lap. It stings having my clit rubbed against. I'm going to bleed again because of Daddy's fingers. I don't want my pussy bleeding again. It bled so much after Daddy played with me. Make it stop. Ple - "

"Outside," Itachi cuts me off, shooting up from his chair.

"That's not how this works," Daddy chuckles, picking up the thrust of his fingertips.

"It is now. You made Princess bleed. I didn't make her bleed when I fucked her. There, happy? I confessed. I had sex with Princess. I took her virginity."

Daddy's movements stall for a moment, his wicked smile pressed against my throat. "Let's go outside," he mutters, tugging his touch away before shoving me off his lap. I slump onto the floor, the wood sliding against my body roughly. "Be a good girl and enjoy your stimulation while we're gone," he orders, dooming me to remain in pain as they talk.

Smack

A slap of Daddy's hand lands on my ass before he walks away, him and Itachi slipping out the door to stew in their fight outside.

Once the door slams closed, the only sound in the house is the soft buzz of the vibrator, the soft sobs of pain spilling from me, and the mix of rough breathing from Sasuke and me. "Please?" I whine, managing to shift enough to look up at him.

His lips are parted as he pants, eyes swirling with arousal and anger as he looks down at me. "I can't. Dad is already mad at me." His eyes scratch over my skin, his hand falling to his pants and giving it a soft squeeze.

The chill from the action mixes with the heat of pain. I can't take anymore. I've already taken Itachi twice, had Daddy buried to the halt, have constant unwanted stimulation to my clit, and had Daddy's fingers toying with me. I can't, but Sasuke doesn't seem to care.

He stands up from his seat, hands already shoving his pants and boxers down enough for his dick to spring out. His tip is red and already leaking, angry from being the only penis in the house that hasn't been inside me yet today. "I'm sorry, Princess, really." Sasuke whispers, falling to his knees behind me. A hand wraps around his dick, ready to aim it as his other hand grips my hips, dragging me across the floor.

"Don't. Please? You can't. Daddy is going to be so mad, he's going to rape me again. Sasuke, don't!"

He keeps apologizing as he lines himself up, his tip toying with the edges of my pussy. "Dad won't find out, he's too busy fighting with Itachi. Even if he does find out, why can't you get raped just once more? It's not fair that you're willing to get raped and beaten for Itachi and not me. Why don't you love me as much as you love Itachi?"

"I do love you, but please, I can't - "

"You can and you will," he whispers, shoving himself into me. Why did Sasuke have to get Mom's looks and Daddy's attitude?

Once he's in me, his hand on my hip hangs on tighter and his other hand wraps around my mouth, muffling the sounds of pain and disagreement slipping past my lips.

"I'm sorry. Really. I'm sorry, Princess. I can't help it. It's just not fair. Why do Dad and Itachi get to enjoy your barely used pussy and I'm stuck using Mom's warn out cunt? I want your pussy squeezing me. Not mom's, not Sakura's, yours. I want you all to myself but I can't have that because Itachi is so much more important than me," Sasuke rambles, his hips jerky and rough as he thrusts into me. He doesn't have the rhythm Dad does or the self-control Itachi does.

My fight quickly dies, my body slacking against the floor as I take the continued sex. There's no point trying to stop it when I can't. Sasuke isn't going to stop and I'm stuck with the painful vibrations against my clit until the toy dies or until Daddy decides I've had enough.

"Damn it," Sasuke hisses, his thrusts somehow getting less patterned. "I won't finish, not yet. Who knows the next time Dad and Itachi will both leave you unattended? I can't finish yet, I can't." Despite his words, his body doesn't obey. He leans more of his weight against me, his tip gaining another half inch because of it. "Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck Dad. Fuck Itachi," he grumbles, his hands balled up as they press against the floorboards.

More sperm is shot into me, slushing around my groin and adding pressure to it. I've been filled too much, have too much cum filling my womb. I wouldn't be surprised if my stomach balloons because of how full the men in my life have made me feel today.

Sasuke's breath coats over my shoulder, chilling some of the sweat drenching my skin. "I'm sorry. Really, Princess, I mean it." He nuzzles his nose between my shoulders, his hands sliding down to rub my stomach. One slides further down, pulling the vibrator away from my clit. "See? I'm willing to get in trouble for you. Itachi isn't, you know why? Because he's not sorry. Princess - "

"It's okay," I babble, barely able to form the two words. I want that hot bath and the ice pack Daddy promised. I hurt so much and I'm too groggy to focus on anything except the pain. "It's alright, I forgive you."

"Okay," he whispers against my shoulder, brushing a kiss across it. Sasuke leans more of his weight against me, crushing me between the floor and his body. "I'm really sorry."

"It's fine, Sasuke. I'm not mad."

"Okay."

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galaxyedging · 1 year ago

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After all this 'no age gap' talk, this came to me.

No outbreak Joel Miller x virgin f!reader.

Dave York x virgin f!reader

WC:3.9k

Summary: Before you go off to college, you are determined to get a different type of education.

Warnings: smut. Dark-ish Joel. Dave is his own warning as usual. Unprotected P in V sex. M&F oral. Fingering. Degradation. Slight dub con if you look too close. Reader is just turning 18. One use of 'daddy' for affect.

Summer Schooled

Part 1 | Part 2

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It was an exciting time for you. The summer you turned 18. A whole new world of possibilities was opening up for you. First you needed to get some cash saved up.

Your mom was generous and would support you, but you didn't want to take advantage of her generosity to go out partying with your new college friends.

That was where babysitting came in.

Luckily enough the new house you'd moved to sat between two families. The Millers to the left and the Yorks to the right.

Mr Miller, Joel, was a single father. Mr York, Dave, you would soon come to find, was unhappily stuck in his marriage.

Both men had gazed a little too long when you had moved in. Their desires became even more apparent when you started working for them. Desires that you assured them that you returned. Both men had been strict on their rule not to have sex with you until you turned 18.

You had taken this as a challenge to make it the longest summer of their lives. Luckily for you it was one of the hottest summers too. Summer dresses and tiny shorts with tight vest tops were your daily wardrobe. Something both men took note of as you entered their homes to look after their children.

Dave was the first to snap and touch you. Just a palm of your lower back as he left but it was a start. Joel had been the first to kiss you. When you cut your finger while washing up, you'd used one of his favourite movies to urge him to kiss you where it didn't hurt.

Joel was also the first one to sext you. You tried it with both of them. Dave had shut you down and called you a 'dirty girl'. Joel had been direct. He told you to dip your fingers in your pussy and tell him how you tasted. Joel told you exactly how to get yourself off and how he was fucking his fist over you.

Laying on your bed recovering from a bone shaking orgasm, Dave's ID flashed up on your phone. "Dirty fucking girl. Texting me shit like that. My wife could have seen it. Never leave a paper trail." He was breathing heavily like he was running. Then he groaned. Not running. "I'm assuming you've already touched yourself. Now you get to listen to me jerk off over the thought of you playing with that pussy." The sound of skin slapping skin came down the phone along with his grunts. He hissed your name out before hanging up.

Joel caught you at the door a couple of days later. Pushing you back into a quiet corner. He whispered in your ear. "Slip your fingers in your pussy." With a sign you did so. Only for him to snatch your hand and sink your fingers in his mouth while looking deep into your eyes. He walked out like nothing happened leaving you to care for Sarah.

Dave was the first one you got to touch your tits. They let you use their pool when they were out. Dave arrived home early just as you were applying sunscreen. He innocently offered to help. The whole thing became less innocent when his large warm hands travelled the skin from your back to your shoulders then down to your chest. His thick fingers edged under your bikini top to stroke your nipples as he palmed the soft, firm flesh. When Carol arrived a few minutes later, you dived into the water, hoping to blame your painfully hard nipples on the cold.

Using that incident as leverage, you coax Joel into putting his mouth on your breasts. He trialled hot kisses between them, sucked your nippled until they ached from his attention. He'd only been able to pull himself away when he heard Sarah getting out of bed. He handed you your shirt with a warning glare before adjusting the bulge in his jeans.

The look on Dave's face the next time you saw him told you he already knew all about your time with Joel. The thought of them talking about you made your pussy weep. It almost distracted you from what Mrs York was telling you. "We won't need you on Friday night. I'm talking the girls on a trip. Anyway I hear it's your birthday on Saturday. You don't want to be up late babysitting the night before."

The Yorks might not have needed you on Friday but Joel did. The house was unusually dark when you knocked on the door. When no one answered you pushed the door, which swung open instantly. Fear crept up your spine as you edged inside. "Mr Miller?"

The world spun as you were dragged inside. "Mr Miller is it now? What happened to 'Joel, please don't stop...'?" Dave had you backed into a corner, his body not touching but close enough to keep you in place. "He told me all about it. Bragged about it actually. I know all about how you'd talked him into it after I played with your perfect tits. Did you really think you could play us like that and get away with it?"

"Sorry, Sweetheart. I couldn't help myself. It's been a while since I've had something like that to brag about." Joel appeared from the kitchen.

"You don't need to apologise. She's a big girl. She knew what she was doing. Now she gets her punishment." Dave's hand was suddenly in your hair pulling you forward.

"Mr Yo...Dave stop!" He listened and stopped instantly. His hand still stayed threaded into your hair.

"I could stop or you could take it like a good girl?"

Everything in your body thrummed with excitement. You were alone at the mercy of two men who you had been teasing for weeks. You should have been scared, a part of you was. It just added to the arousal. Locking eyes with Dave in the dimly lit room, you dropped to your knees. "Good girl but it's not time for that yet." Dragging you up he flung you over his shoulder and hauled you up to Joel's bedroom.

Unceremoniously, he dumped you onto the bed. Two pairs of hands roughly dragged your clothes from you before Dave flipped you onto all fours. "Joel. Come and look at this. She's dripping and we haven't even touched her. Dirty girl." His hand coming down on the bare flesh on your ass stung. A sting that burned down to your core.

Joel hummed low in approval before settling on the bed next to your head. "He's right. You've been a very dirty girl. You've made things so hard for us." He framed the bulge in his jeans with one large hand for emphasis. "Now, I'm willing to forgive you, Baby. Provided you do a few things for me but Dave there, he's pretty mad." Another slap to your rear. "Be a good girl and take your punishment and we'll see if you can make it up to us."

"Okay." Your voice was thick with arousal and a little timid. For all your teasing you were not prepared for this.

"Let's see how tight this pussy really is." Dave had two fingers at your entrance, he swiped them through the mess there coating them before pressing them against your virgin hole.

"Oh, Dave!" Even the slightest press of his thick fingers felt better than anything you had done on your own. "Be..be gentle."

A huff of laughter rang from Dave.

Joel was more sympathetic. "Come 'ere, Darlin'." Lightly, he cupped your face bringing your lips to his is a soft, sensuous kiss. A complete juxtaposition to Dave burying his fingers inside you in one long push.

One of your hands grabbed Joel's well defined bicep and clung on. A little whimper broke the kiss. "Sshh. You're alright. I've got you." He kissed you again and softly kneaded your breast in his warm hand. It all provided a welcome distraction from the burn between your legs as Dave worked you open on his fingers. "It'll feel better soon. Here, why don't I give you something else to think about? The hand that wasn't still cupping your face began to undo his ever present jeans. To your surprise he wasn't wearing underwear. Dark curls came into view before he pulled out his hard length, and what a length. He could easily give the men in the 'big cock' section of your favourite porn site a run for their money. "Here, Sweetheart. Give it a taste. Stick out your tongue." When you obliged Joel ran the thick tip of it across your tongue. The weight of it felt good. It tasted musky and a little salty. It wasn't unpleasant. "Good girl. Now wrap your lips around it, take it into your mouth. Ohhh." You felt the groan from his chest deep in yours. It made you wetter. A fact that a groan from Dave confirmed. He was now slowly working his fingers in and out of your now slick channel.

Joel began to gather your hair into a ponytail. Gently he used it to guide your head up and down just a little. "Just like that. Suck on it, like an ice pop on a warm day. I know you know how to do that." Yet another one of your teasing strategies. "Oh, fuck. Yes, Baby. Perfect." For a moment you settled into a rhythm with Joel, shallow bobs of your head as you sucked lightly. The routine of it left your mind free to think about Dave's fingers inside you. The burn had subsided and now pleasure was blooming along with you around him.

"I think we're ready here." Dave called out. Joel lifted your mouth from him. Getting up he went to judge for himself.

"Really? You're going to fuck her before you make her come?" Joel asked incredulously.

"Good girls get to come. Not filthy little cock teasing whores." Another firm slap to your ass jolted you.

"Oh, she's being a good girl for us. Go see for yourself." With that they swapped places.

Joel was at your pussy and Dave began pressing into your mouth. "Shit. Maybe you can earn my forgiveness. Breathe through your nose." Dave pushed in further than Joel then further still. Until you had to wrench your mouth off of him as you gagged. "Don't worry, we'll work on that. I'll be fucking your throat in no time."

Given his equally large size you doubt that. "Come on, put your mouth back on it." As you did, Joel licked a strip up your folds. You moans were muffled around Dave's cock. Your lips vibrated against his balls. "Oh, that'll do. Suck on my balls. Play with them."

The sensation was strange, they were actual balls in a sack. You couldn't argue with the name. One rolled against your tongue, the other on your fingertips. Dave's cock twitched against your face as you did so. That's when Joel decided to lick you again. This time he didn't stop. He licked and sucked and worked you on the curve of his beautiful nose until you came with a cry against Dave's now drool covered balls.

"Now can I fuck her?" Dave almost brushed your boneless form off his lap. His hand spread your spit all over his cock as he spoke.

Joel must have silently agreed or the mind blowing orgasm had dulled your senses because Dave's fat cock head was notched at your entrance. Both men cursed as Dave began to slide into you.

The pressure was a lot but there was no pain. It just felt…intrusive.

Joel was at your side again. "How you doin', Angel?"

"Good. It doesn't hurt. He's just…big." He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you spoke.

"That's good, for now. I think that might change. I'll help you through it." His fingers came up to circle your clit.

Your pussy clenched at what he could mean. Dave felt it. "Don't worry. I'll only give you what you deserve."

Gradually, Dave's hips picked up their pace. His cock dived deeper with each thrust until every forward thrust left him deep seated inside you. The tip pressed against your cervix. The sensation of it was all too much. You felt overwhelmed by the pleasure and so full of him it boarded on painful. You didn't realise you were crying until Joel hushed you. "Just concentrate on my fingers, Honey." They still circled your clit.

"It's too much, Joel." You sobbed.

"You should have thought about that before teasing me. My hand or my wife's pussy haven't been enough. I've needed to use this tight little cunt. You dirty fucking bitch." His thrusts were deep and fast now. It was too much for you to enjoy. Luckily, Joel's hands were skilled enough to draw an orgasm out of you. "Fuck." Dave gritted. "That's it. Take it. Fucking take it. Oh, god." Dave practically growled as he filled you.

There wasn't even a moment for you to catch your breath as he flipped you onto your back. Two fingers curled inside your pussy collecting your combined spend and shoving it into your mouth. "Suck." Came Dave's wrecked voice. He moaned when you did. "I bet we taste fucking good." Was all he said before turning to Joel. "You're too fucking soft on her. I'm going for a smoke."

The door closed swiftly behind him as he left. It felt like he took the air with him. The weight of everything crushed you. You'd just had sex. It was incredible but not what you were expecting. Tears felt from your eyes. Joel was wiping them away in an instant. "Did he hurt you? I know he was rough…"

"No. He didn't. Well he did…" Joel bristled. "....but I loved it. I loved him using me. I wanted to please him. Can I please you, Joel?"

"Oh, Darlin', of course you can. I'm not leaving without feeling this pretty pussy around my cock. I want to know what it feels like when I make you come. Plus, you do owe me. After all that teasing. Bad girl." Grabbing a couple of pillows, he walked around to the bottom of the bed. Strong hands lifted your hips and propped them up on the pillows. "Here, let's get you all ready." His hands spread your legs wide. "So fucking pretty. I'm going to give you my cock now. Remember, you need to take it well, be my good girl."

The moans from the two of you harmonised as he bottomed out. "S'good for me. So fucking tight. You're going to jerk my cock off nicely. If you're good I'll use it to make you come too."

"I want to be good for you, tell me how." You swear you felt him swell inside you.

"Oh, Sweetheart. They'll be so many ways. Right now, you can take my cock and tell me how good it feels."

"So, so good, Joel. I feel so full of you. In a good way."

"Mmmm, yeah. I can feel you getting wetter around me. You love being filled by a grown man's cock, don't you? I saw you don't bother with any boys." With Joel and Dave around, who's looking at boys? "You need someone with experience to teach you how to work a pussy. See how quick you came on my face? Tasted like heaven." His thrusts stayed deep, he barely moved out but they quickened just a touch. "Tell me how much you like it."

"I fucking love it, Joel. I want your cock every day now." His cock twitched again at your swearing.

One of his hands came up around your throat. "I'm not sure I like you cussing. I'll have to wash your mouth out. Open." He prised your lips apart with his thumb. His spit hitting your tongue made you jump and instinctively swallow around his thumb. "Good girl."

For a while he just slowly used your pussy. Long, lazily thrusts in and out as he muttered praise. "I've dreamed about this. For a little too long. When you came to view the house, I was relieved that you were legal because of the thoughts I had about you. I wanted to fuck you in that little dress you had on. Your tits looked fucking amazing. If I'd have known no one had touched you I might have given it to you then. Such a waste of a perfect cunt. Had you touched yourself then? Did you know how good it felt?"

"Yes." Was all you could breathe out so mesmerised by his low voice and the roll of his hips.

"Fuck. Making me feel like a dirty old man. I should have spoken to you. Saw how mature you are. Mature enough to drive two old men to fuck you. And take it so well." He groaned and muttered to himself.

The gentle thrusts were building something inside you. Unlike with Dave this was pure pleasure.

"Oh, Joel. It feels so good." There were no words for it.

"So do you, Baby. Even though this pussy is tainted with Dave's cum. I'll soon fix that. I'll pump you so full of my load that I'll flush him out. I bet you'd like that, being full of the cum of two men. A married one at that. So dirty. That's what you've wanted isn't it? To show us how dirty you are. For us to fix it? I'm going to give you my cock until it calms you down. We can't have you going off to college whoring around. Am going to make you come so hard that you'll only want me. Knees up." He lifted your knees and held them in place. Leaning back he repositioned his cock against something inside you. A few short thrusts had you arching towards him. "There it is. You hold your knees for me. I want you wide open. I want to see your folds taking me. I want to see you cream on my cock."

The spot inside was soon pummelled by the swollen head of Joel's cock. That along with the drag of his thick girth against your walls was sending you higher by the second. "Oh, Joel. Oh, god!"

"Fuck. He won't help you, Darlin' but scream all you like." His voice was shaky with the effort of Jackrabbiting into you. Your nails bit into your own skin, desperately looking for something to hold. "Yes. Taking it so well. You're gonna make me come. Gonna shoot a big, thick load inside of you. You want that?"

"Yes, Joel, please. Please." You were near sobbing now. It just felt so damn good.

"Oh course you do. Fucking filthy. I bet part of you wants it to take. For me to get you knocked up. Then you can stay with me and get this cock anytime. I could fill you all day with no consequences and when your pussy is too sore I can use this dirty mouth."

The lewdness corrupting a beautiful act sent another wave of arousal through you. Maybe Joel was right, you were just plain dirty.

"Oh, shit. I won't last much longer. Gonna fill you soon. Want to you to squeeze my cock first. Come on." His thumb rapidly flicked over your clit causing you to writhe and moan on his dick. "So pretty. Come on. Soak my cock. Squeeze it. Make me come. Be a good girl for Daddy."

The world shattered into a million pieces. The shard cut through any thoughts, shredding them to nonsense. Sights and sounds all bounced off of them, spreading them far from your conscious mind. Eventually, they all tinkled to the ground allowing for the world to reform around you.

"Fuck me." Was the first sound in the new world. Dave was standing at the bottom of the bed. "Look at this pretty mess."

It took you a moment to register that your legs were still spread. Your pussy on display for him. It was drenched.

Joel stood to the right of him. The top of his jeans stained a darker colour along with the bottom of his grey t-shirt. "Let's get you cleaned up. You did so well, squirting all over me."

Shit. You thought that only happened in porn. Joel moved to gently get you up. Dave stopped him. "I'm not wasting that." His head instantly between your legs.

"I think she's had enough." Joel warned him.

Dave took his mouth off of you and replaced it with his fingers. "I don't give a fuck. We had a deal. I'm getting my fill. She's going to come in my mouth. Aren't you, Gorgeous? Come on, give me more to think about when I have to get it up for my wife." His hot mouth returned to you. His tongue searched your folds for every drop of your sweet release. When he was satisfied he buried his whole face in your pussy. Licking, sucking and shaking his head until you came for him. Standing, he wiped off his mouth. "Now, you can clean her up."

Joel rolled you up off of the bed. Before setting you on the side of the tub. Taking a hair tie he piled your hair up and secured it in place. Once the tub was filled, he slid you into it. Taking a wash cloth he cleaned you down inch by inch. When he was done he helped you out. He dried every part of you thoroughly. Placing a kiss to your sore pussy as he did. Scooping you up in his arms. He placed you into his freshly changed bed. "Sleep, Darlin'."

Exhaustion over took you. You barely had chance to feel Joel's now naked body against your back before you drifted off. At some point you stirred from your sleep, still too tired to wake up fully. Joel's hand was on one of your tits. The other was furiously jerking his cock.

"Sorry, Sweetheart. You just look so good. So warm against me. You sleep. I'm almost done." Even that couldn't keep you awake.

Neither did the hot drip of his cum on your tits or the warmth of his tongue as he licked it all off. Into the morning you woke to Joel's cock hard and heavy between your thighs as he spooned you from behind.

As your brain slowly came around their was one thought that struck you. "What did Dave mean by you made a deal?"

Joel skimmed his lips on your bare shoulder. "Good morning to you, too! We made a deal. He got to have you first and I got to keep you until college."

"Keep me?" You smiled.

"It'll take more than one lesson to teach a naughty girl like you have to behave." With that he pinched your nipple roughly and plunged his cock deep into you. You let out a scream which he silenced with his hand. "See. It's early.." he gritted as he fucked you hard. "...people are…trying to sleep. You need…to be…more…respectful. Under…understand?"

"Yes!" You moaned through his fingers.

"Good but I think I really need to drive the lesson home." With that he pressed you into the mattress face first, slamming into you until you came, gasping for breath. His fingers joined his cock to get you off again before he painted your cunt. "Happy birthday." He panted into your shoulder while he softened inside you.

You'd spent the first part of the summer making it as long a summer as possible for Joel and Dave. Now you had a feeling Joel was going to make the rest of it feel as long as possible for you.

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years ago

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kinktober 2022

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ʚ Fave x Fem Reader ɞ

Day 1: Praise

❥ CW: smut, male fave, reader has breasts and a vagina, p in v sex, nicknames (princess, baby, angel), creampie

"You're so pretty, you know that?"

You could only whine in response, cunt clenching around his fingers, squeezing him oh so tight. It was a wonder he could move them at all considering how you were giving him little to no room to work with. It was alright, though. He'd make as much room as he needed.

"My pretty baby. Missed you so much today. Wish I coulda brought you to work with me. Woulda had you sit on my lap as much as possible. Woulda stuffed you with my cock and made you stay there all day if I could."

"Babe… p-please…"

"Hm?" he hummed sweetly, pressing his forehead into yours and gazing at you lovingly. "What's the matter, angel? Too much?"

"Nng… need m-more…"

"Yeah?" he breathed, rubbing his nose against your cheek, tempted to bite into you like a freshly picked peach. "Need somethin else? Somethin bigger? Thicker? Harder?"

"Please don't tease me," you begged, hips bucking up into his hand. "Want your cock, babe. Please give it t' me." He shivered, his cock twitching against your thigh, aching for attention.

"Of course, baby. Lemme give you what you need."

He pulled his middle and ring finger out of you, sucking them clean with a lewd moan as he hunched over you. He took his dripping hand and grabbed a hold of his cock, stroking it a few times before bringing it to your cunt. He ran the head up and down your folds, sighing shakily at how warm you felt, eventually catching the tip on your entrance and nudging it inside.

"Oh shit," he hissed, biting down hard on his bottom lip to avoid letting out any embarrassing sounds. "Fuckin Christ, princess. Feel so fuckin good."

You whimpered beneath him, wiggling your hips closer, quietly begging for more. He took his time though, adamant on letting you adjust to his thick length.

"Please hurry," you mumbled impatiently, hooking your ankles behind his hips, urging him forward. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, hands finding the backs of your knees and pushing your legs towards your chest, effectively folding you in half.

"Now, now, don't be like that. Be a good girl for me like you always are, yeah?" A small moan slipped past your lips, cunt clenching around him, making him inhale sharply. "Shit, you like that, princess? Ya like being my good girl?"

"Yeah," you mewled, attempting to buck into him, but his body kept you pinned to the bed.

"Yeah ya do." He nibbled the tip of your nose, chuckling when you whined unhappily. "You're always such a good girl for me, baby. A perfect angel with a perfect lil princess cunt on her. God, I wish I could pound this pretty pussy all day. Wanna leave you a mess."

He started speeding up with that, creating a steady rhythm as he thrust into you. You moaned gratefully, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in closer. The two of you leaned in for a kiss instinctually, tongues prodding into each others' mouths, tasting one another. You could taste remnants of yourself on his teeth, moaning at the taste. You sucked on his tongue, pulling at it with your lips, making him groan. You released him a moment later, gazing up at his starry eyes.

"You got no clue what you do to me, huh?" You bit your lip, stifling your giggle, only turning him on more.

"I got an idea, but why don't you remind me?" He smirked, licking at his lip as he sat up, lifting your hips as he rose his own.

"Say less, baby."

The new angle was delicious, his cock ramming into your sweet spot with each powerful thrust. You could barely keep up, voice stuck in your throat as you tried to focus on breathing. Your breasts bounced harshly, hands scrambling on his arms, nails leaving small red trails behind.

"Babe, babe, oh my god, babe!" You could barely contain your weak moans and squeals, the noises you made breathy and fragile. You were so close just from him hitting that same spot inside you; you were about ready to burst.

"Shit, such a perfect little cunt. Love your pussy, baby. So fuckin warm and wet and tight, Jesus fuck—"

"Babe—c-can't, I-I-I'm—" He shushed you, wrapping his strong arm around your hips to keep you at the same angle, his now free hand moving to your cunt. His thumb rolled your clit, sending sparks of pleasure along your abdomen.

"I know, baby, I know. I'm close too—fuck. Let's cum together, yeah? Ya gonna let me cum in you? Gonna let me fill up that pretty pussy?"

"Yeeess," you almost sobbed, legs tensing around his hips, locking above his ass, keeping him close. "F-Fuck, oh my god! Babe, cum in me, cum in me!"

He cursed under his breath, picking up speed, thrusting shallowly into that same spot over and over, making you climb higher and higher until you tumbled over the edge drastically. Your orgasm was so intense that your body almost caved in on itself, cunt pulsing around his cock, urging him to cum as well. He only lasted a few more thrusts before he was groaning with you, hurriedly lowering you to the bed so he wouldn't drop you. He spilled inside you, warm spurts of cum filling you up as you rode out your high, hips twitching underneath him.

The two of you enjoyed the sensitive aftershocks, your bodies relaxing as you came down from your climaxes. Your muscles sagged, limbs wrapping around one another, a pair of lips on your neck.

"You did so well, baby. Took it like a champ." You giggled, moaning softly when he gently sucked on your neck.

"Felt so good," you replied gratefully, pleased that you were able to cum so hard. Anything less and you would've been sexually frustrated the rest of the night.

"It did," he purred, nibbling your earlobe, smiling when you laughed.

"Stop! It tickles!"

"Sorry, baby. Can't help it. You're too irresistible."

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juneknight · 2 years ago

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*Dizzy, Drunk* || 2

Previous drabble here.

about this: Jake Lockley/fem!reader, fingering, some exhibitionism. Definitely a glove kink here, but can we blame you?

The angle is all wrong at first. Jake pushes your skirt up until he can cup the burning crotch of your panties, the heel of his palm pressed against your clit. His fingers trace the sopping fabric that covers your slit, tapping softly against your hole. The emptiness aches.

The exposure has your heart pounding. The car’s windows are tinted, but when the occasional driver pulls up beside you, your heart races at the thought that if they just glanced over, there would be no mistaking what Jake is doing to you.

You shut your eyes, breathing through your nose to try and calm yourself. At this rate, there’s no chance that you can make it back to the flat. He isn’t even touching you and you feel half mad, ready and willing to debase yourself should he ask, just for the chance at pleasing him.

And ask he does.

His hand leaves your pussy long enough to reach up and cup one of your breasts. You groan as his clever fingers find your nipple beneath the thin fabric of your bra and shirt, teasing the bud.

“I want to see you,” he says. “Te desnuda.”

“Sí,” you breathe, unbuckling your seatbelt. As horrifying as it would be to get caught, you trust Jake’s driving and the dark, secretive windows. It’s thrilling, stripping off your shirt and bra. Jake side-eyes you from the driver’s seat, taking in your pebbled nipples and fast breaths. Goosebumps blossom on your arms and legs. For good measure, you strip off your skirt and panties as well, tossing them into the backseat. Then you spread your legs again, just like he told you to.

“Such a good girl,” he mutters, taking his eyes off of you long enough to pass another car. “I want you dripping on my seats.”

“I’m not far from it,” you admit.

“Seatbelt back on.”

You buckle up with shaking hands.

Only then does Jake take his hand back off of the wheel and drag his leather clad fingertips across your collarbone, over your breasts, down and down. His first touch against your clit has you jolting. He lets his thumb brush against it, so, so softly before circling around the sensitive little bud.

“Tell me more about what made you so wet. I want to hear it.”

“Oh god,” you half-laugh. “How am I supposed to talk with you doing that?”

“That’s your job to figure out.”

You lick your lips. “You’re different when you’re driving. I don’t know. You’re so—confident. Relaxed. In control.”

“You like that. When I’m in control.”

Like he can’t tell. Like you would have stripped yourself naked in the passenger seat of a moving car at his suggestion if you didn’t like relinquishing control to him. The hand he was using to stroke your cunt had murdered people, subjugated them without mercy; now he was subjugating you in the most tender, intimate way.

“Keep talking,” he says, stilling his fingers. “You said something about my gloves.”

“Your hands,” you add through gasping breaths. But yes, the gloves too. He takes his other hand off the wheel briefly to adjust his hard cock, and the sight of it straining against the black pants he’d dressed in for your date has your knees pulling inward, thighs threatening to close around his hand, desperate to have him deep inside you.

Jake clicks his tongue unhappily. Removing his fingers from your slit, he taps sharply at your nearest thigh until you open wide again. His glove is wet, the leather dark and slick and god you need him.

“Please,” you gasp. “Oh fuck, please, Jake. Pull over somewhere.”

He laughs, shaking his head.

“Please,” you urge again. Reaching out, you take his hand from your thigh and bring it to your mouth. His first two fingers taste of you, a musky, mostly tasteless slick, and the bitterness of authentic leather. You feel no shame, no self-consciousness as you fellate his fingers, eyes fluttering shut.

On the wheel, Jake’s other hand clenches tight.

“Mother of god,” he mutters to himself, pinning his eyes back to the road. “You’re going to make me crash. That’s enough—good girl, look how clean you made my glove. Now sit back and let me do what I like to you. ¿Vale?”

“Sí, Jake.”

He reaches back between your thighs and this time his fingers seek your hole, slipping one inside of you. Immediately your muscles clamp down around it, desperate to coax it deeper. The leather is tougher than skin and a degree cooler. When you’d first began meeting Jake, you’d right away taken notice of the differences between him and the others: the penchant for facial hair, the hats he preferred to hide his face around London, the dark, tight clothes he liked to wear. The gloves. They’d become synonymous with him, a symbol that could make your heart race before you could even consciously acknowledge what they mean: Jake is here.

From now on, the sight of them would instill in you an even more visceral reaction.

“Another,” you beg. “I can take another, I’m wet enough, please.”

He gives it to you, slipping a second finger beside the first. It fills you nicely for what little is possible at this angle. He hooks them, thrusting as deeply as he can, the heel of his palm pressed flush against your throbbing clit. The wet sounds of him fingerfucking your cunt might have been enough to make you blush any other time, but not here, not now when you’re so pent up and when he’s so clearly enjoying it.

A light changes, and you feel the car pull to a stop. You’re just beginning to enter the outskirts of London, traffic thickening around you.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Jake rumbles.

“About—what?”

“If you can cum before the light changes, I’ll pull over. Find the nearest garage. Sit you on my cock and let you ride me.”

“And if I dont?”

“I’ll still find that garage, except I’ll unclip your seatbelt, bend you over the console and feed you my cock until I cum in that pretty mouth. Then you can sit with your knees apart, dripping on my seats all the way home before I’ll give you yours. Well? Make your choice.”

Next part here.

#jake lockley x reader

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corruptedconfessions · 4 years ago

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Plantmonster! Izuku

Day 6??? I think??? This is an oof one

Warnings: Noncon, mild mind break, tentacles (kinda?), kidnapping, the usual

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You groaned weakly as you started to wake, immediately noticing the painful throbbing in your shoulders. Had you fallen asleep in a weird position again? Fuck, your entire back felt stiff and sore, you would be hurting for awhile at this rate. You tried to shift, to do anything to reduce the strain on your back while squeezing your eyes shut, not wanting to wake up just quite yet, but found you were unable to move, your hands and legs feeling numb.

You flexed your fingers slightly, trying to bring feeling back to your hands as you curled your toes, hoping for the same effect with your legs but found you did little more than suddenly remind yourself of the raw ache in all of your limbs.

“...What?”

Unhappily you cracked open your eyes, tensing up with a frightened squeak when you found yourself in a cave, dangling from the ceiling with strange vines wrapped around your arms, and curling up around your thighs and waist. A brief glance around you you could see that the vines seemed to be…pulsing and were covering every inch of the cave, crawling up the walls and covering the floor, leaving almost no gaps for the rock to peak through the wall of green.

“You’re awake!”

You jumped in shock when a voice called out to you, desperately turning your head as best as you could with your restrained state. You’re eyes widened in shock as your eyes met a muscular green man who eagerly ran over to you, practically bouncing in place as his eyes lite up.

“Man, I didn’t think you would stay unconscious for so long! I was really careful with how much of the drug I gave you but humans always do digest drugs differently, especially based on how much you’ve eaten and I couldn’t really control that but…”

You tuned out the mans rambling as you inspected his face, trying to figure out where he seemed familiar from. The only way you could describe him was well…green. Green hair, green eyes, pale green tinted skin as far as the eye could see. If the way the vines moved and wrapped around him, bending to help him move and do his bidding didn’t give away that he was clearly the master of these plants, his appearance definitely did.

“U-um...”

The creepy muttering cut off as you hesitantly managed to squeak out a noise, bright terrifying eyes immediately turning to stare at you intensely. It was strange to see such a large man tilt his head so cutely but the entire situation you were in was strange.

“C-can you let me down? This kind of…hurts…”

“Oh flower, im sorry! Lets get you down from there.”

You squeaked as the vines slowly lowered your arms down, a few massaging and rubbing at your back and shoulders when you whimpered in pain. More vines slide tightly around your body, now trapping your arms to your sides as they wrapped around you like a moving, cold blanket.

“W-what are you-”

You were cut off as the vines started to move, pulling you closer to the male, spreading apart just enough that he could touch one of your wrists, frowning when he saw the bruising and marks that dotted your skin.

“Im so sorry, flower. I didn’t mean to leave you up there so long! I forget how fragile little flowers like you are and I just got so distracted making my little gift for you! I hope you can bring it in yourself to forgive me!”

“G-gift- What are you talking-’

You yelped as a vine wrapped itself around your mouth, tying around the back of your head, effectively gagging you as your question was left ignored. A sick feeling started spreading through you, your hair starting to stand on edge as he turned heel, walking deeper into the cave, the vines carrying you after him. It got darker and darker the deeper you got, the vines only fueling your anxiety as they rolled across you, massaging your entire body to get your blood circulating again, even even once it was they kept going. Dragging across your body, never dipping under your clothes but squeezing tight enough that you felt violated.

“I’ve been working so hard on this, you know~ I had to figure out how to make my vines go soft enough for your fragile little human body, but I think I got it!”

You gasped around the gag in your mouth as you entered a closed off part of the cave. In the middle there was an intricately woven bed of vines, and sprouting around and out of the bed were white flowers that glowed softly, illuminating the cold cave and finally giving you your sight back.

Even with your voice as muffled as it was Izuku lit up at your gasp, grinning at you as you were carefully lowered down onto the bed, still swaddled tightly in his vines.

“I knew you would love it!”

You squeaked still muttering around the gag in confusion as he clapped his hands together, his vines shifting under you, propping your head up like a pillow would as they relaxed, settling over you like a blanket. A blanket that made it impossible for you to move at all.

“Why don’t you get some rest and we can chat in the morning, okay?”

Before you could even react, tell him no, not okay, tell him to untie you, ungag you, anything! He was already gone, slipping back into the cave, a wall of vines surging up behind him, sealing you off, left alone.

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You weren’t sure how long it had been since you first woke up in the cave, time passing in a blur. You were mostly left alone, tied down to the vine bed in your cut off part of the cave, the endless boredom only being interrupted by visits from Izuku. Though they were never long, you had given up civility after he grabbed your face and told you he would never let you go.

He had tried several times to use his gross vine tentacle things to hold you in place so he could cuddle with you, hands groping at your body desperately. But even when he gagged you he always ended up leaving with an irritated sigh when you wouldn’t stop biting and screaming at him through the gag. Your jaw ached for hours after he left, the vine was much to strong for you to be biting down on, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to go home.

A bored sigh blew through your lips as your fingers gently pet the petals of one of the glowing flowers. You could hear the vines peeling away from the walls, opening enough that Izuku could step through, immediately closing behind him again.

“Hello, flower…”

You grunted softly at him, curling up farther on your side, pointly avoiding looking at him at all. A soft hurt sigh sounded behind you, another thing you pointedly ignored. At least until vines flooded out of the bed, swarming around you and lifting you up.

“Hey-!”

You yelled, only to choke when a vine pushed its way into your mouth, sliding down your throat so you couldn’t even scream around it. You struggled, trying to make noises only to give up when all it did was make you choke around the vine as it slid further down your throat.

“Sorry about the gag, darling~ But I’ve just had such a long day, and I’m just too tired to deal with any complaints right now, okay?”

You tried your best to struggle thrashing against the vines, but the constricted tighter around you, manipulating you around as they pleased. Your arms were pressed together, bound tight against your back as you were pushed onto your front, your face squished against the bed with your ass in the air.

You shivered, gagging around the vine again when your skirt was flipped up, revealing your panties to the cold cave air. A finger brushed your pussy through the fabric, a soft pleased hum coming from behind you as he pushed harder, a thumb rubbing against your clit as his fingers lightly brushed your entrance. You trembled, trying to close your thighs, to move at all but you were held firm in place, unable to even twitch against the vines. You felt your face growing red as you felt yourself start to react to the insistent touches.

“So pretty~ My flower’s little flower~ I’ve been so patient with you, letting you adjust, trying to explain this to you, but maybe you need a more…hands on approach.”

The vine in your throat pulled back just enough that you could whine weakly, taking a few desperate breaths through your nose as your panties were pulled down over your ass. The vines pulling away just long enough for him to carefully pull them off you, setting them to the side before you were tied back up all over again.

You shuttered whimpering softly when a thumb brushed against your hole again, wanting nothing more than to close your legs and hide, feeling so exposed held up with nothing but your pussy on display.

“Shh~ Don’t worry, honey! I’ll make sure you feel really good~”

You squeezed your eyes shut, tensing up as you waited for his fingers to return again, or worse something else, only to jerk squeaking in shock when you felt something soft and plush poking at your cunt. It rubbed up against you lightly for a moment before sliding into you, twisting and curling in all the right places that had you shuttering, arching into the touch as you moaned softly. There was no way…

Your eyes shot open when you felt a body join you, eyes snapping to Izuku as he crawled onto the bed with you a dark blush across his face and his hand down his pants as he moved infront of your face. If he was here than-

You jerked a loud moan being pulled from you as his vine thrust hard into you, finding your g-spot, immediately twisting and grinding against it as you jerked and shook as sudden pleasure crashed through you. Even as the vine pulled from your mouth you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but moan desperately, eyelashes fluttering as another vine joined in, thrusting into you roughly while the other massaged and abused your sweet spot ruthlessly. A third and fourth slid under your shirt, sliding under your bra, pitching and rubbing against your nipples, flicking the sensitive buds.

Izuku smiled down at you as you fell apart beneath him, drool starting to trickle down your chin as your eyes rolled back, shaking hard against the vines.

“So beautiful~ I knew you would make a perfect mate.”

You couldn’t even respond as a hand fisted itself in your hair, lifting your head up as his cock bumped against your cheek. You couldn’t think of anything but the vines pounding into you, frying your nerves with pleasure.

“Make sure not to bite me, kay?”

Slowly his cock was eased into your mouth, a soft pleased sigh bubbling out of his throat. Soon another hand tangled itself in your hair, holding your head tight as he spread his knees, pulling you closer. You hung limp in the vines, completely relying on Izuku to hold you up as he started moving your head back and forth on his cock. You moaned and cried around his cock pitifully, sucking and swallowing around him as your thighs shook, a painful heat bubbling up in your belly.

Tears blurred your already blurry vision as something snapped and you found yourself squealing in pleasure, clenching down on the vines inside you as you rolled through waves of pleasure.

Even as you came, tears streaming down your face as you fell completely limp, eyes glazing over it never stopped. You gagged weakly around the cock that kept fucking your mouth like a personal little cock sleeve, the vines continued fucking you hard, abusing your g-spot so much it almost felt numb. Your nipples were brought to such stiff peaks it almost ached when they kept being rubbed against, the friction of the vines rolling across them border lining painful.

You should be fighting this, biting down on the cock in your mouth, kicking your sore legs, anything. But you couldn’t bring yourself too…It hurt so bad…but it felt so good. Was it wrong to enjoy it?

“Such a good girl, look at you~ You love this don’t you?~ You love me so much, look at you wrapped around my cock my perfect little mate. You just love me and my vines so much, don’t you? You’ll never leave us?”

Love…? Is that what this is? Eyes still blurry from tears you glanced up at Izuku, trembling for a different reason as you saw his face, eyes dilated in pleasure, a bright happy grin on his face as he fucked your mouth. Yes…that was right. You loved Izuku, you wanted him to look like this all the time! You loved his cock!

You moaned loudly around his cock as his hips started to stutter, a soft curse coming from him. Even the vines shook with him, pausing and hesitating before picking up with him when he started fucking your face faster, harder, chasing his own release.

“F-fuck-! Flower-!”

You moaned whimpering up at him, feeling your own core tightening as your hole was abused, the new speed sending painful shocks of pleasure straight to your core. You moaned, drooling around his cock, sucking around him as best you could until he finally squeezed your hair tight, shoving your head down and cumming down your throat.

You nearly blacked out as his cum flooded your throat, cutting off your air. The shock was enough for you to cum again, shaking and choking hard around his cock as pleasure buzzed through you, black spots dancing across your vision. All you could feel was pleasure! Pleasure Izuku gave you, because he loved you! Pleasure that you gave Izuku because you loved him!

You coughed weakly, gasping softly for air as he eased out of your mouth. You immediately stuck your tongue out for him, letting him watch as a mixture of cum and your spit dribbled down your chin.

“Good girl~”

You keened under the praise, pushing into his touch dazedly when he started stroking your hair, gently petting the tender spots he had pulled on.

“You are such a good girl, aren’t you? My good girl~ And good girls deserve a reward, don’t they?”

You nodded as you pushed into his touch, willing to do anything, say anything as long as he kept touching you. As long as he kept making you feel good~

“Perfect~”

You blinked in confusion up at him as he pulled away from you, smirking softly as he patted your hair as he tucked himself back into his jeans, ignoring your soft confused whimper.

“Keep being good for me till I come back, okay?”

You blinked in confusion up at him, about to ask what that meant when the vines still stuffed inside of you started moving again, twisting hard inside of you before starting to thrust even harder and faster than before. You arched your back, screaming as your already abused body started being played with again. You whimpered weakly, trying to push back against the vines as you cried out in pleasure, watching with hazy eyes as Izuku smiled at you before walking out of the cave, the vines sealing up behind him.

The vines kept moving.

#yandere #monstermonth #izuku x reader #reader insert #fantasyau

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thepaperpanda · 4 years ago

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Relieve The Stress || Rafe Adler x Reader smut

Summary: Sex is just a stress reliever, isn't it?😏

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2435

Authors: Cass & Rouge

"Fucking Drake brothers!," Rafe growled slamming the door behind him as he stepped into his mansion.

Avery's treasure was within reach of his hands but those brothers simply had to jump in and fuck everything up. They sunk the whole ship and destroyed the whole cave, so gold was buried deep down in the water, in not reachable cave.

Rafe was lucky enough to somehow run away, even when Nadine left him to die, yet some of her men were stupid enough to stay. Rafe promised them money for help, after all.

He reached his house angry, wounded thanks to younger Drake and tired from whole trip and everything that happened in past few weeks. "I hope she is fucking here...," Rafe muttered. "Y/N!," He yelled and his voice echoed within the building.

"Rafael?," you asked as you walked outside your room and stood at the top of the wooden stairs. "Oh, God, I was so worried!," you cried out and ran downstairs to jump right into man's arms, ignoring the fact he was all dirty and seemed angry.

Rafe hissed loudly because of the bleeding gash in his stomach but still wrapped arms around your body. "I missed you too, angel, but be so kind and let go of me before my guts spill on this nice dressing-gown you're wearing," he muttered, pushing you away from him. Rafe set you aside and limped into the kitchen. "Be so sweet and fetch me the first aid kit. It should be in the bathroom. Also please grab the bottle of vodka on your way."

"Yes, honey, be right back!," announcing, you ran to grab the medical supplies and bottle of alcohol, just like he asked you for.

As soon as you got back, you grabbed his palm. "C'mon, I'll help you."

"I know how to stitch myself, angel. I don't want you to get your hands dirty with my blood," he muttered and removed his shirt, tossing it on the floor. Rafe sighed deeply, pushing his hair back in their right place. "Whole fucking treasure! Under water. Buried under fucking rocks," he growled as he started to stitch his wound. "And all because of those two clowns. Can you believe this, angel? Huh?"

With a sad grimace on your face, you walked up to him and touched his bare shoulder as gently as you could. "One day they will regret playing against you. I am sure about this," you tried to calm him down a little. "And maybe there's still a chance of getting this treasure?"

"This stupid bitch from Shoreline left me to burn on this goddamn ship," he chuckled darkly and shook his head. "But she will regret this, I wonder how her little mercenary group will go without money." Soon, Rafe was done with his wound and handed you the bandage. "You wanted to help so go for it,” he said with small smile and decided to answer your question about getting the treasure again. "Sadly no, the cave collapsed and the ship was blown. No gold for us, angel."

With your skilled fingers, you put the bandage to the wound on his stomach, from time to time gently caressing his well-outlined muscles. "I'm so sorry about the treasure, Rafe," you claimed truly, from the bottom of your heart.

You knew how much it meant to him, to get this treasure. But now everything was gone.

Rafe took your small, soft palms into his big, rough ones. He kissed your fingers gently and shrugged. "I would fucking murder both of them for this but it's not the last treasure on the planet." Suddenly, Rafe pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. "And for now I am holding my greatest treasure."

You blushed hardly at his words, it was followed by soft, nervous giggle. You never knew when he was serious with you, and when he was only playing around. "I can help you looking for another treasure, if you will want," you told him. "Once I came across a book in which some kind of treasure was mentioned. It's supposed to be hidden somewhere in France."

"Oh, how romantic. Not such a bad idea though," Rafe hummed taking the bottle of vodka you brought, he opened it and took a big sip ignoring the burning on his tongue. "I could get us the best hotel room, with the view of Eiffel Tower and fuck you all night long. Last time you liked it, angel. I honestly though the hotel staff will come to silence us," he chuckled before taking another sip.

You blushed even harder than before. "Rafael!," you giggled nervously yet nuzzled to his bare chest. "You know I have always dreamt of going to France! I'd love to see the Eiffel Tower, Louvre, ah!," you counted slowly, getting a little bit lost in thoughtfulness. "Besides, you know what I like if it comes to some other things that I am not as open about as you are," you kissed his jaw.

Rafe laughed pulling the bottle away from his lips. "Oh yeah, I know. I know my angel loves to have her tight cunt nicely fucked," Rafe hummed as his hands untied your cute, pink dressing-gown, reviling a nice set of white lace underwear. "How someone so sexy and hot can be so innocent and quiet, huh?"

"Lady in streets, tigress in sheets," you claimed and helped him take your dressing-gown off. Your hand was placed to his cheek and you looked into his beautiful eyes. "And I know that no matter how many girls you could have at once, you will always come back to me."

After these words you slowly climbed onto his lap, straddling him and making yourself comfortable.

"Oh, angel. Don't make such a bastard out of me. You have house, best stuff and me only for yourself," Rafe hummed, handing you the bottle. "C'mon, take a sip and then we can play a little."

You grabbed the bottle and looked man in the eyes. Then you started sipping from the bottle, almost downing it at once.

"You will never stop surprising me, angel," Rafe hummed and started to kiss your neck, moving down quickly.

You took a break from sipping the alcohol and with free hand you grabbed his jaw. Holding it still, you kissed him deeply, pushing your tongue into his mouth. Then, you finished the alcohol.

"Greedy," he summed up and then got up with you in his arms. Not the smartest idea for sure, taking his latest injury, but he didn't care. Rafe was full of anger inside and he needed to fuck it out of his system before he’d have gone insane. He walked with you to his bedroom. "Were you good when I was gone?"

"Always a good girl," you whispered into man's ear, nibbling onto his earlobe a little. "I was just playing with myself a little, thinking about you and your body," you informed him. "And you?"

"Because of those two fuckers I didn't even have a single moment for myself, so I couldn't jerk off to the pictures you sent me,” man growled, placing you down on the bed. "But let's be honest, nothing is better than your cunt."

"I know," you whispered, taking a lock of your hair behind your ear. "I missed you much, Rafe," you wrapped arms around his neck and gently pulled him closer to place a kisses to his jaw and lips. "Fuck me," you asked.

Rafe kissed you and laughed softly against your lips. "Oh, with pleasure, angel. This is something I need right now." He kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth. It easily dominated your, this kiss was simply to show what he needed. Rafe's hands unclasped your bra and tossed it aside. He pulled away and looked you into the eyes before moving his rough palms down your body until he reached your panties.

You laid your back on a mattress, aching your back a little as his hands found your soft, sweet spot. You cupped your breasts and squeezed them a little. With a soft grin dancing on your lips, you observed his movements. "Don't play with me, darling, as I miss you fucking much," you mumbled quietly. Feeling how alcohol started to overwhelm your body and mind, you slipped hand down your body, right into your panties. You rubbed your already wet clit and then reached to his jeans.

He grabbed your hands and pulled them away. "No touching, angel,” he winked at you and then removed your panties before removing the rest of his own clothes. Rafe was hard for your already, the mix of all the emotions inside of him only fired up his need for you. "So ya say you want me to fuck you, huh? Beg for it."

"Oh, Rafael!," you moaned unhappily. You writhed in bed in all possible ways. "Fuck me, don't let me wait any longer for that cock to stretch me out nicely," you whined and rubbed thighs together to release some of your arousal. "I need you to fill me up with this cock. This little cunt missed your length as fucking much as now is dripping for you."

"I love when this angel begs like a whore," Rafe said and got comfortable between your legs. "Since you ask me so nicely, I will grant your wish." He wasted no more time and pushed into you, setting a rough and fast pace from the beginning.

With parted lips you rolled your head back, gasping loudly as your back arched. Instinctively, your legs were wrapped tightly around his angular hips. "Yes!," you screamed as your pussy already clenched for him, making it almost impossible for him to pull out of you.

"C'mon, angel, relax a little. You want me to fuck you, remember?," Rafe teased and his lips traveled to one of your nipples. He sucked and bite it gently while his other hand took care of the other nipple.

"I'm... trying...," you whimpered quietly. Soon, you relaxed within his arms, still moaning like a little kitten. "Harder, harder, baby!," you whined for him, trying your best to roll your hips.

Rafe followed your wish, fucking you as fast and hard as you wanted it. His hand moves between your bodies to play with your clit. "You like it, angel?," He growled, looking at you.

"Yes," you replied shortly, licking your lips with the tip of your tongue. "Fuck, it's so good!" You let him fuck you hardly, but when you were close enough that it started to hurt, you touched his cheek to gain his attention. "I wanna ride your cock."

Rafe let you a quiet sound that was mix of a anger and growl, nuzzling to your palm. Feeling that you're getting close, he slowed down his movements and placed a soft kiss to your lips. "Just because you were a good girl," Rafe said quietly and then flipped both of you so you were on top of him.

As you got comfortable on his lap, you started rolling your hips for him, back and forth, constantly. You rolled head back and laced hands to his chest, scratching his skin lightly, paying extra attention to his neck as you knew he loved it. You leant down, trying your best to not touch his bandaged wound, and you kissed him while still moving up and down his hard cock.

"Fuck,” he growled into the kiss pushing his hips up a little to give you a thrust. "C'mon, angel. Don't be shy and cum around my cock. I can feel this sweet cunt getting tighter," Rafe said and his hand returned to your clit, pinching it gently.

You straightened your back and made sure his hands were placed to your hips; you simply adored it when he was holding you tight when you two were having sex. "Beg for it," you teased him with an innocent smirk on your rosy lips. You cheeks were blushed from the tiredness that manifested in faster breathing and drops of sweat on your chest.

He frowned looking at you. "Oh, you poor soul. Angel, you should know by now that I don't beg for anything. I take what I want," Rafe smiled and started to thrust his hips up into you while his fingers started to seriously abuse your clit.

"Fuck...," You cursed loudly and rolled your hips as fast as it was possible.

Then, your pussy clenched so tightly around his cock and it started clenching rhythmically that all you could do was scream his name over and over again until all of your juices and wetness covered his member.

Rafe kept his pace looking up at you with proud smile and soon filled you up with his warm cum. "Now, you see? It wasn't so hard, angel,” he sat up and kissed your lips deeply.

You gave the kiss back and pushed him back in the mattress. You got off his lap and made sure to suck his cock clean after this little adventure. When you were done, you laid by his side, putting your head to his chest, and putting one arm on it as well. Nuzzling to him, you smiled and pressed your lips to his cleavage. "Is it a proper moment to remind you that you're irreplaceable?," You whispered quietly.

Rafe laughed. "Oh, angel. No need to remind me, I know this,” he shrugged and wrapped his arm around you. "Where will you find another rich, handsome and clever man as me?"

"Let's think...," You hummed and looked up at him while placing your chin to his chest. "Maybe I should start dating older Drake? "

"Then I would find you, love," he said looking down on you, "And I would make sure that no one else, not even Sam himself would want you. Acid can really destroy this pretty face," Rafe said fully seriously. "You’re mine, remember this,” he reminded you, squeezing you a little tighter.

You were looking at him with serious face, but shortly after you burst with laughter. "I know, I'm only yours, baby," you informed him and kissed his lips. "Don't need to threaten me in our shared bed. If you'll keep on this, you’ll have to jerk your sweet dick for next few weeks," you tapped his nose and got up from the bed. "I'm going to take a shower, and you take some rest."

Rafe shook his head. "I need a shower too, at least I will have some more time with you,” he said following you.

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impaladolan · 4 years ago

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The Sleeve - Ethan Dolan

warnings: smut, swearing, and some choking too :)

a/n: idk, enjoy?

Oh god, it was a masterpiece.

The black ink sprawled across his left arm, unbeknownst to you, had sent shocks of electricity throughout your body, though it was only just a picture. Oh god, your panties began to pool at just the sight, your breathing even became rapid and unsteady the longer you studied the picture. But anger began to rise up within your body, your jawline tight and firm as you shut off your phone and scoffed.

Ethan, your handsome boyfriend, had taken a trip up to his hometown with his brother to surprise their mother for her birthday. Initially, you were going to go with them, but you were suddenly caught up in a few work-related meetings that you unhappily had to virtually attend, so you stayed home. But Ethan never mentioned a word about his little venture to a tattoo parlor, with Grayson too.

It infuriated you to no end, especially since he knew you fucking love his tattoos.

You often found yourself settling on his tattoo-filled thighs the most, when you needed some sort of friction to relieve the aching in your core. And you’d carve the design on his right side, while he’d softly comb his fingers through your hair. From time to time, you’d drift your thumb over his lips and pull down his bottom one to see “create” sprawled across it. But now that his arm was fully covered in them, you knew what he’d absolutely do to you, but only if you got him mad enough..

So when when he shot you a text saying that they had landed and he’d be there in under thirty minutes, you sent a simple “k” and ignored all the calls and the rest of the texts. You knew he had to be furious from your lack of care and excitement, and he hates being shunned. When you heard the rapid and loud knocks at your front door about an hour and a half later, you knew you were done for.

You shuffled to the door with a devious grin on your face and squinted your eye into the peephole to see the man of your dreams red with anger. It truly excited you, and you couldn’t wait to give him a huge hug and a longing kiss, but you knew that’d have to be saved for later because right now, he had some business to take care of.

You unbolted your door and cracked it open just a little, but before you could even muster a “welcome back, baby,” Ethan already had barged through the door and backed you against the wall, his left arm securely wrapped around your throat. “Happy to see me? Can’t even fuckin’ answer my calls when I’m home and ready to see you, huh?” His grip tighten as his voice rasped his anger towards your ignorance from earlier. You weren’t even listening to his words as your eyes traveled up his long, veiny left arm littered with inked pictures that you were almost drooling over. And fuck did it turn you on when he looked so dominant and pissed, his eyes furious and his jaw tight.

“Oh, but you can’t even mention your new additions? You assho— Ah!” You tried to express your own anger but his seemingly firm grip had tightened even more and you felt like you were right smack in the middle of heaven and hell. It felt glorious to be stiffened up against the wall by his overcasting body, blocking all your airways while you practically beg to breathe. Even his new tattoos were adding to the prominent pain and pleasure mixture, sure to be your new favorite art of his. “Why don’t we shut that little mouth of yours with daddy’s cock, yeah?” He almost growls, your knees unlocking in their own and setting themselves onto the ground beneath him, his hand extracting from your neck and grabbing your chin to force it upward.

Out of instinct, your hands frantically unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, pulling them down quickly to display his enlarging erection stuffed up against his restraining boxers. You quickly slip your fingers under the elastic and pull them down too, his now unsuppressed cock hitting the tip of your nose as it lifts up to his lower abdomen. Though anger still boiled inside of him, Ethan seemed a bit flustered and ecstatic, like he had been anticipating this moment ever since he left. With his lip between his teeth with anticipation and his brows furrowed in concentration, you almost wanted to give him the satisfaction of an obedient naughty girl.

But your own anger got in the way of his needs..

To his dismay, you hurriedly get off of your knees and run as fast as possible to the nearest room with a lock; the bathroom. You slammed the door shut and shakily twisted the lock, hysterically grinning to yourself. His shouts and poundings made you jump, but you ignored them, much like before, and started a shower for yourself. “Y/N, open the goddamn door. Now.” He sternly demanded against the door, but you began to hum along to a song that’s been stuck in your head for the past couple days, and undress yourself. Again, he yelled your name a few more times and began to knock on the door harder as you submerged yourself in the warm, soothing water. The knocking and yelling subsided, which ultimately brought a grand peacefulness to your showering, and the coconut smelling shampoo added to the relaxing sensation. But your heart seemed to stop when you heard the faint sound of a key entering the lock.

Yes, indeed, you were done for.

Within seconds, the door bursted open and the shower curtain was ripped away, leaving your bare body unshielded for his eyes to examine. You loudly gasped when you felt his hands roughly grab your soaked body and carry you away from the warmth and quietness of the tub. Laid over his bare shoulder and his hand tightly wrapped around your ass, the silence from his fiery mouth had you extremely frightened. Before you knew it, he had thrown you down onto a mattress of some sort in a rush and extracted his pants for the second time.

“I-I U-Hhm..” You couldn’t find words, his deep glare feigning down on you made you squirm and stutter. “Don’t fucking start.” His deep, angered tone had you all the more scared and terrified. Without another word, he spread your slippery legs far apart and delved right into your slick folds, not even giving you the time of day to adjust. Instead of soft and pleasurable, he rocked his hips against your own, rough and hard. His grunts and low murmurs inaudible as his left hand made its way up to your neck, squeezing it tightly to brace himself against you as he continued his feverish thrusts. Your cheeks stained with the little tears that fled from your eyes as you gripped onto the sheets below you.

“F-Fuck, Ethann!” You yelped with the little breath you had, your chest heaving with desire and the pain ultimately shifting into undeniable pleasure, like you had presumed it would. His cock reached lengths that had you shaking and pulsating, which had you whining like a child for more. “Don’t you dare fucking cum. Or this pretty little pussy of mine will be wrecked for the next fuckin’ week.” He growled right in your ear. You gasp when his tip brushes over a certain spot, making your body shutter at the pleasant feeling. You harshly bite down on your bottom lip, hopefully distracting your thoughts from releasing.

Although, it’s useless.

Because when you open your eyes to see his left arm splattered with the black ink you’ve been admiring for as long as you’ve known about it, you let the bound knot untangle. “Shit, F-Fuck Ethan!” You breathlessly scream, your core bursting around his sunken cock.

“You just messed the fuck up, sweetheart..”

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duker42 · 5 years ago

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P1. Well I hope you don’t mind my request for a story. The idea came to me when I was looking at cheesy porn intros and heeeey got me thinking, why not a crack😆 Modern AU where Levi is like a lecherous neighbor that pining over his new neighbor reader that’s unhappily married with a jerk husband(not abusive just an asshole that’s misogynistic) after that he ‘became friends’ with the husband (just to get close to reader) then one morning then Levi comes in like, literally breaking in their house

So I’m not going to lie...I loved this cheesy Porno scenario!!!! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜More Than Neighbors💜

The obsession started a community block party. The loud and abrasive voice caught his attention, his tone downright rude. That was when he saw her.

He knew her name, it was Y/N L/N, she lived next door to him with her husband. He had seen her before, coming and going from their house as he went to work.

Levi had seen the way her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when her husband, Steve had ordered her back to their house to get him another beer. Knew that she hadn’t appreciated the way he talked down to her. The pat on her ass as she walked away made the rest of the men around Steve look away uncomfortably.

In that moment where her husband acted like a misogynistic asshole, Levi noticed how absolutely beautiful she was. He found himself watching her as she talked with the other neighbors, her smile genuine when she was away from Steve’s side. It wasn’t as bright when she looked at the man she was supposed to love.

Levi started coming over, talking with Steve about sports and asinine things that he really didn’t give a shit about just for the opportunity to see Y/N.

He noticed the way she was unhappy, the smile that never reached her eyes. The way that she shied away from Steve’s touch. Even if the oaf didn’t realize it.

Her husband was a pig, delighting in making crude remarks about how tight Y/N was, how good she was at laying on her back and taking his cock. What he didn’t know was that Levi was obsessing about her taking his.

The summer was the worst. Steve started bragging about making Y/N sleep naked, making her available when he was horny. The image of Y/N laying naked in bed fried Levi’s brain.

He knew that he was better, could give her better. He wanted her to want him, dreamed about fucking her as he pumped himself with his hand. Cum spurting from the swollen tip of his throbbing cock as her name spilled from his lips.

His breaking point was the day he caught her sunbathing. He was supposed to be at work. But he had stayed home, his car in the shop so she had assumed no one would be looking from his bedroom window into her back yard.

She was splayed open wide, honeyed skin slick with oil. He drank in the sight of her as he stroked himself over and over again, making a mess all over himself. He wanted to leap over the fence and pounce on her, but he had a darker desire.

The idea of seducing Y/N in the same bed where she slept with Steve had become a central fantasy of his. He imagined how to it would feel to be inside her, making her gasp as she bit down on her pillow to keep from moaning as her husband snored away. It was the best “Fuck You” she could give her asshole of a husband.

Levi didn’t sleep that night, nervous energy keeping him awake as he wrestled with his inner demons. There was always the chance that she would scream, wake Steve up. It was a huge risk he was taking. He would go to prison for what he was considering. But in the end, he wanted Y/N too badly to listen to his internal warnings.

Their security system was a joke, something easily overridden. The locks to their doors child’s play. His time doing shady shit in his youth paid off when he felt the tumblers on the lock catch and the door handle twist open.

He shed his clothes downstairs, his cock already hard as he made his way up the stairs. The layout of the house was similar to his, and he had helped hang the ceiling fan in their bedroom a week ago.

Y/N slept on the side closest to the door. Steve too much of a prick to protect his wife in sleep. Levi would never allow his woman to be the first an intruder could get to. Although he appreciated the irony as he lifted the covers and slid beneath them to lay against her nude back.

His moment of truth came when he moved his hand to her skin as he spoke in her ear. “Don’t scream, Y/N. It’s me.” He urgently whispered as his hand covered her mouth.

He felt the intake of air as she woke up. The stiffening in her posture as she realized she was still in bed and her neighbor was behind her. He couldn’t help but nudge his aching cock against her ass, letting her know he was just as naked as she was.

The haze of sleep was rapidly falling away as her breathing accelerated. He wanted to assure her, let her know that he didn’t want to hurt her, only make her feel good.

“I want you, Y/N. I want to make you cum while Steve lays there, unaware that you are cumming on my cock.” He breathed, his free hand sliding down from her arm to cup a generous breast. With the flick of his thumb he made her nipple start to harden, making him push against the soft roundness of her ass even harder.

“Let me fuck you. Let me make you cum in the same bed your asshole of a husband is still sleeping in. Let me fill you with my cum while he dreams.” His tone was husky and he could feel her shiver against him.

Levi moved his hand down slowly, tensely aware of her reactions through small movements. He wanted her to want this. His cock throbbing in anticipation as her thighs shifted open to allow his hand more room to explore.

He found the silken folds already wet. “Did you fuck him last night?”

She shook her head.

“Did you masturbate?”

She nodded.

He hummed in pleasure at the thought of her spread and playing with herself while Steve slept. He didn’t have to prep her for his cock, she was already slick from her earlier activities. It worked out so well for him.

“Y/N....let me fuck you?” It was a question, not a demand.

She answered by pushing her ass back against him. His eyes closed in thrill of the moment as he moved her leg up and centered himself behind her.

The first thrust made him want to cum. She was tight, Steven had been right about that. Molten hot, her walls gripped him as they pulsed around his hardened member. They both kept their eyes on the man turned away from them as she gasped against his hand.

There wasn’t a change to the sounds coming from him, still firmly asleep as the clock read 4:02 AM. Levi grinned as he tweaked her nipple. It was so much better than his dream.

The small grunts that escaped her were muffled by her pillow, his own lip throbbing from biting down on it as he pumped his shaft into her body. Y/N had quickly gotten into the spirit, leaning back to kiss his neck ever so often as Levi continued to fuck her.

He didn’t fuck her as hard as he wanted, not wanting to wake her husband by making the headboard hit the wall. But the measured thrusts were still powerful and deep as he thrusted into her willing body.

“Levi” She breathed, sounding so erotic he also shot his load right then. Her hand hand come back to fist into her hair, pulling him closer to her as they moved.

His fingers moved down to her aching clit, the position on their sides with her leg up over his allowing his easy access to her sex. He pinched the nerves before rubbing it between his two fingers.

The loud keening sound she made, made them freeze as Steve shuffled and grumbled in his sleep. Their breathing ragged as they tried to stay quiet. His blood thumping in his ears as he strained to listen to see if the man was waking up. He sighed in relief when the snoring started back up.

The thrill of being found out spurred them on. Made her wetter as he continued to drive into her. He felt her trembling around him, knew that the end for her was almost there.

His hips continued to rock against her ass, grinding himself into her wet heat harder as she started to clench around him. He loved the little muffled sounds she was breathing into the pillow, the way that she responded to his cock.

The tightness in his sacs meant that he was almost there. His body tensing as he pushed himself into her over and over again.

“Ready for me to fill you?” She nodded. “Take my cum baby.”

She gasped out as his lewd words drove her over the edge. Her walls pulsing around him frantically as he drove deep on last time. His cock twitched, pumping jet after jet of hot spunk deep into her womb as she came around him.

He couldn’t linger, the clock now reading 4:52AM, the alarm set for 5AM. He needed to be gone before Steve got up to get ready for work. Levi kissed the back of her neck, withdrawing reluctantly and getting out of the bed.

“I want a picture of your pussy filled with my cum.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss her again, as she hummed her acknowledgment against his lips.

Levi’s grin was wide as he made his way down the stairs, re-dressing and making his way out of his neighbors house. When he had gotten out of the shower at his own residence, his phone had buzzed with a picture of a cream filled pussy from Y/N and a message that read “Same time tomorrow?”

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Every morning for two months, he slipped into his neighbors house. Got into bed with the two of them, fucked the man’s wife laying right beside him. It was the what he looked forward to after waking up every morning.

Levi tried not to feel jealous thinking about Steve sleeping with Y/N. It was his wife after all, but he couldn’t help feel better when she had whispered that she always made her husband use a condom. She hadn’t liked the feeling of cum in her pussy until Levi had shot his load into her.

He made sure that she loved it. Filling her every morning and sometimes in the afternoon when he got back from work before Steve. Especially that afternoon where she was sunbathing again but caught him watching that time. She had spread her legs and fingered herself, beckoning him to cover over with her free hand.

He was a normal fixture over at their house in the evenings. Small secret smiles at each other over dinner as her husband remained unaware of what was going on. He was too dumb to get the clue, apparently. Too focused on watching TV to realized instead of helping with the dishes, Levi had his face buried in Y/N’s pussy as she stood in front of the sink in the kitchen, his body hidden by the island as he made her cum wit his tongue.

Or the time that Y/N was under the table, hidden by the cloth, with her mouth around Levi’s cock as Steve walked into the house. Grunting about his shit day, he had disappeared to their bedroom to shower, unaware that his neighbor’s cock was pumping cum down his wife’s throat at that moment.

~~~~~

The knock on the door startled Levi from his work. He hadn’t been expecting anyone, and Y/N was at a doctor’s appointment. Closing his laptop, he went to the door to find Y/N standing there. A nervous, yet determined look on her gorgeous face.

Levi knew he was in love with her, and a large portion of him hope she returned the feelings, but he hadn’t been able to voice it. Better to keep it to himself while he enjoyed the fact that she let him fuck her whenever he wanted, and seemed to love it. She had confided that she was eager to fuck him, unlike her duty to Steve. It had made him hope even more that she cared for him.

He let her in, wondering what had caused her to come to him. She knew that most days as soon as he finished up whatever he needed to do, he was coming to her.

Moments later he found out.

“Levi......I’m pregnant.” Y/N said, twisting her hands nervously. “It’s yours.”

He stared at her. His mind a jumbled mess of emotions and thoughts, all screaming that the woman in front of him was pregnant with his child. He knew it was his. Y/N and Steve had only had sex twice since they had started, always using a condom. Levi didn’t, filling her with his seed every day.

“You got me the first time apparently. I’m two months along.” Y/N continued, watching the myriad of expressions crossing his usually placid face.

Pride filled him at that. He still had that pictured, her satisfied pussy filled with his cum. Knowing that was the shot that had created the life resting in her womb.

He still hadn’t spoken, trying to find the words to say. To tell Y/N what he wanted to happen, but he couldn’t find the right way to phrase it. To tell her to leave that asshole and raise the baby with him.

“I.....I’m leaving him. For you....if you want me.” Y/N said, her voice small. She must be nervous about how he would react to all of this at once.

Levi lit up, grinning widely at the fact that she wanted the same thing he did. “Let’s go get your shit.” He said, reached for her, kissing her desperately.

They were now going to be more than neighbors. More than lovers. They were going to be a family.

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jungxk · 5 years ago

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prologue: peanut

filed under: oh look it became a fic

prompt: unplanned pregnancy!tae. the making of peanut.

part i + part ii can be found in my masterlist

you've slept with kim taehyung exactly two and a half times.

the first time was the night you met him at hoseok's party. he was the most gorgeous thing you'd ever seen in your life, and it had nothing to do with the fact that hoseok's house and tiny overgrown garden was the ugliest. taehyung smiled and said hello and was perfectly dismissive of your friendly nature until you touched his arm for a second too long, caught his eyes even when the conversation didn't call for it. kim taehyung was as pretty as he was intuitive.

that's why he fucked you so nice and hard against hobi's bathroom door, hiking your leg up around his waist while he thrusted up into you with more force than speed. the lingering alcohol in your system made it so when you threw your head back against the door in ecstasy you only felt a vague ache in your skull, taehyung's muffled chuckle in your neck drowning out all your other senses anyway. you had been a little greedy, wanting his cock in you nownownow before he had the chance to get you as wet as he'd liked, and coupled with his hefty member it didn't take a lot to have you whimpering against him.

"i told you to let me eat you out," taehyung chastises, far too softly for a man who barely knows you. but the burn of him stretching you out is too hypnotic to regret, nails digging into his shoulders before he can even think to pull out yet.

"don't care, k-keep going," you huff, squeaking a little when taehyung lifts you up by the ass to lock your ankles behind him, shoving you up against the door to pick up the speed of his thrusts again. the new angle has him grinding over your clit until your eyes are rolling back, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm grow in record timing.

taehyung kisses you to muffle your moans, tongue snaking into your mouth while you pulse around him. he rides you through your climax before setting you down and manoeuvring your hand to his slick length, teaching you to stroke him just right before finishing all over your bare thigh.

a bit of his cum splatters on the hem of your skirt, resulting in his teeth showcasing a boxy smile when you look up at him, fuming. "oops!"

the half a time was a couple months later.

you say half because you couldn't quite call it a full round: more like taehyung stumbling upon your number after being added into the same massive group chat weeks later, only to ask if he could stop by to give you the oral he so dutifully promised last time. to be honest you barely remember the guy, your roomate lisa having respectfully nicknamed him cumskirt after the first incident. but then he shows up at the door about an hour or so of sexting later, hair ruffled and pants tented and eyes dark, and you know from then you'll never forget kim taehyung ever again.

you expect him to finish quickly so he'd get his turn but tae eats you out slowly, meticulously, like he has something to prove. he doesn't stop when you come the first time and doesn't stop when you come the second time either, just keeps a hard grip on your hips every time you try to twist them away from his mouth, forcing you to take every hard stroke of his tongue against your buzzing clit until your eyes stream with tears of over-stimulation.

"taehyung, please..!" you mewl, not sure what you're asking for because as much as it ached to have his lips clamp around your bud like that, you couldn't pull away now that your third orgasm was brewing. you come in due time, short and fast and all at once, taehyung's diligent mouth mopping up as much wetness as he can before he finally lets you push his head away.

"i think you killed me," you gasp, eyes already half lidded with sleep. you're covered in sweat and panting like you've run a mile, whereas tae just wipes the back of his mouth like he's eaten too much ice cream, grinning at you a little too smugly. "don't make that face. you're paying for my funeral."

"you want lillies or roses?" he hums, climbing into bed beside you. you wait for him to take your hand and position it over his neglected erection, or maybe push your head down to his stomach like assholes have done in the past. but he just makes himself comfy, snuggles his damp cheek into the pillow next to you.

"lillies," you yawn, but try your best to stay awake for him to make a move. but he doesn't. "the smell of roses gives me headaches."

"i thought you died, why does it matter?" taehyung smiles, but you're already asleep. he shuffles next to you to curl his arms around your limp body, throwing a leg over you while he's at it. force of habit.

the second time taehyung dicked you down - more specifically, the time that he knocked you up - was somehow even less romantic than the first two escapades. if that was even possible.

your boyfriend namjoon had just broken up with you after seven beautiful weeks together and the first booty call you could think of was taehyung. he picks you up in his ford fiesta intending to take you back to his place before boning you into the next century but then you grab his thigh while he's driving, fingers dancing patterns through his jeans and, well. how was he not supposed to pull over into an empty lot and fuck the shit out of you in the backseat?

"don't worry," you pant when he goes to shuffle frantically through the console glovebox in search of a condom, vein practically bursting out of his neck in effort. he can feel you rub your slick pussy against his thigh and fuck if he isn't absolutely wild with the urge to ram his cock into you, big hands clumsy and shaking from the need of it. "just pull out, it's fine tae."

that was the idea until taehyung slides in raw, leaving you arched and writhing under him because namjoon had been so strict about condoms. you forgot how good it felt without the barrier, just skin to skin with no room for imagination. not that taehyung's cock left room for anything, the sheer size of him knocking the wind out your lungs once he got going with his breakneck pace. the car jostles from how hard he rutted his hips into yours, his hands digging into your thighs to keep them apart while he pistons inside you.

just when you think you can see your climax round the corner, taehyung goes from a hundred to down to ten; hips rocking in a slow rhythm that has you listening to the obscene squelch of your pussy around him for his own benefit. it drove you insane, how he kept edging you like that, waiting for you to clench up in anticipation for release only to switch up his speed again at the very last minute. taehyung huffs into your damp neck while he bottoms out again and again, only vaguely aware of how he's essentially fucking you higher and higher up the seats. it was a miracle your head hadn't whacked into the door handle by now.

he was at his wits end by now, what with you clenching around him due to your impending release. this time he doesn't think he can drag it out anymore, too enamoured by your gasping moans and sweet skin against his tongue, palms hiking your tee up higher and higher to cop a feel at your breasts. if that visual alone wasn't enough to send him into overdrive, your next words were.

"ah, tae," you gulp, too invested in the need to come to let him pull out like he's trying to. he groans when you roughly claw at the meat of his ass to keep him embedded inside you. "no, keep going! please, please..."

"___," he grunts, obviously conflicted but doesn't show any signs of going against your wishes all the same. as if to break the last of his willpower, you come around him with a shrieking moan, your sounds of ecstasy filling his ears and milking his cock for all its worth until he has no choice but to come inside you. the burst of wetness you feel is anything other than unwelcome in that moment though, finding yourself wrapping your arms around taehyung's big shoulders until he ruts himself to his end. his head drops into your shoulder breathlessly when he finally collapses against you, the musty air making it hard to think.

then, just when you think you might die here from exhaustion in his sex-sodden backseat, "wanna get mcdonald's?"

you splutter. "what?"

"the drive thru's open," he croaks into your skin. "sex makes me hungry, i could use a shake. maybe some nuggets."

a pause. "mcflurry. and fries," you wrinkle your nose unhappily when you feel his warm cum dribble onto the back of your thighs. "napkins too."

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voltage-vixen · 5 years ago

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A Prince’s Pleasure (NSFW-Request)

(This is featuring Keith from BMP)

God damn it! Why the hell does MC need to be standing that closely to that purple haired idiot?

These were the thoughts racing through Keith’s mind, as he watched his princess engaging in polite conversation with Joshua. HIS being the keyword in that sentence. At that moment, MC burst into a fit of hysterical giggles, and she was fawning over Joshua with a doey eyed expression. The sight of MC enjoying herself with another man, was more than enough than the hotheaded prince could handle. It was time for Keith to take action.

Storming over, Keith brutally tugged on her arm and began to drag her away to the abandoned parliament meeting room.

“Excuse me, you brute,” Joshua called out from behind, “MC and I weren’t finished with our discussion.”

Joshua approached the pair, and attempted to attain MC’s arm, only to have Keith forcibly slap his hand away.

“Ow! What the hell?” Joshua muttered unhappily.

Glaring menacingly at the pompous Prince of Liberty, Joshua cradled his lightly bruised hand, and more importantly began the process of tending to his wounded pride.

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Keith slammed the door of the empty room shut and proceeded to haul MC over to the table. He shoved her down face first, causing her bountiful chest to be pressed flat against the solid wood.

“Prince Keith, I-.”

Keith grabbed a fistful of her hair and stuck one of his long fingers in her mouth to silence her.

“Be quiet! How dare you revel in the presence of another man,” Keith hissed, “Need I remind that smart mouth of yours who your master is?”

His thumb swirled around her mouth, causing MC to instinctively suck the angular digit, eliciting a moan of approval from the pretentious prince.

“Very good MC,” Keith groaned, as he withdrew his finger from her mouth.

The sound of Keith’s clothing being discarded echoed throughout spacious venue, and MC soon felt her dress shimmy on up her body, leaving her lower half fully exposed. MC gasped, when Keith’s refreshing hands hastily ripped the orchid purple panties from her intimate area.

His hands latched onto the sides of her hips, and he uttered a growl of satisfaction as he plunged right into her without any warning. MC hissed at the erotic revelations, but nevertheless, used the table for support in bracing herself for Keith’s powerful thrusts.

“D-Don’t, try and make, ah, me feel jealous ever again,” Keith grunted in between the ticking vibrations their bodies made while enjoined with each other.

MC felt Keith’s wet lips plummeting up and down her back, teeth nipping wildly ensuring territorial vivid marks were ingrained onto her delicate frame. As his balls slapped against her ass, the envy inside of Keith exacerbated beyond the point of return. His erection grew firmer, and the prince ached for a release. The dirty words of encouragement MC was muttering, clued Keith into the fact that she was also longing to reach her climax.

“Beg me for it, MC,” Keith commanded, deliberately slowing the roll of his hips. “Plead to your prince if you want me to make you cum on my cock.”

The decelerated velocity of his movements in and out of her, caused MC to push her ass back into his taut body, craving the satisfaction only a sensuous fucking by Keith could grant.

“Please my prince,” MC seductively solicited, “Please allow your pretty princess to cum on your impressive member.”

MC’s plea was met with nothing but silence. Curious as to why Keith was delaying his cock from thrusting back into her, she was about to turn around, until her walls stretched when he spontaneously thrusted back into her tender cunt.

Keith kept ramming his cock into her pussy, and animalistic sounds escaped MC’s mouth, as the wetness intensified between her legs. His erection began to expand, and eventually discharged his warm seed in the depths of her pussy.

MC’s body quivered as her walls continued to clench, and Keith pulled himself out of the satiated woman. Keith redressed, and awkwardly shifted MC’s dress back down to cover her still slightly trembling body. He arrogantly smirked when he saw the glazed expression in her eyes.

“Was I really that good?” Keith knowingly probed. “Remember, I’m the only man that can pleasure a kittenish woman like you.”

MC nuzzled her nose into his chest, and Keith warmly rubbed her back. Their peaceful embrace was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Can you two hear me? Are you aware that I was able to hear the sounds of your -you know- “tryst? I demand you act in a more befitting way of royalty, and immediately halt the lewd behavior!” Joshua indignantly scolded the guilty party involved.

A look of anger flashed in Keith’s eyes, and he was about to give his fellow prince a piece of his mind. Keith opened his mouth to retaliate, but his words poured into MC’s mouth, as she aggressively claimed his lips with her own. Stunned by her bold behavior, MC chuckled at the rare chance seeing Keith flustered.

“Should we give him an encore?” MC asked, raising her eyebrow.

A carnal twitch pulsated through his now hardening erection, and he pushed her back flat down on the table.

“This time, you’re going to get to watch me screw you into oblivion. Don’t expect to be able to walk after,” Keith informed MC of his guarantee.

MC lustfully nodded and licked her lips in preparation of taking Keith in her mouth.

The sounds of Joshua’s protests were drawn out by sultry sounds of Keith’s and MC’s intimate exchanges. Never did Prince Keith ever imagine having such a thrilling time in the parliament room. This would be a future memory he was excited to relive time after time during his eventual meetings.

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