#or like. show me the outline of bra straps

[smallhatlogan]

i think gen v would be slightly improved if they literally used the same wardrobe for both of Jordan's forms and having them wear slightly badly fitting clothing in one form or the other (or both)

[woozinhos]

helloooo i love what you write 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can i request seventeen doing the unhooking your bra with the one hand thing? only if you're comfortable ❤️❤️😋

Anon I got you for reallllll ahh I’m so glad you like my writing I hope you like this one!

Scoups:

S.coups is standing behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tries to unhook your bra with one hand. His fingers fumble with the clasp, and he lets out a frustrated huff.

"Why is this so damn difficult?" he mutters, his breath warm against your neck.

He tries again, his fingers deftly moving the clasp this way and that, but it's no use.

"Damn it," he growls, his patience wearing thin. "Why can't I get this stupid thing off?"

S.coups buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips grazing against your skin as he continues to struggle with the bra.

"I swear, I'm going to buy you a front-opening bra," he grumbles, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Maybe I should just rip it off," he whispers huskily, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you closer to him.

Jeonghan:

Jeonghan stands behind you, his fingers expertly tracing the outline of your bra clasp. He leans in close, his chest pressed against your back, and whispers in your ear, "Let me show you how it's done."

With a quick flick of his wrist, he unhooks the bra, the clasp coming undone with ease. He smirks against your neck, clearly pleased with himself.

"See? It's all about technique," he says, his hands moving to gently slide the straps down your shoulders.

Jeonghan slides the bra off your body, his hands roaming over your now bare skin. He kisses your shoulder, his lips moving up to your neck as he continues to explore your body.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his hands cupping your breasts and gently squeezing.

He pulls you closer, his body pressed against yours as he continues to kiss and nip at your skin.

"I can't wait to have you all to myself," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

Joshua:

Joshua tries to unhook your bra with one hand, but he's having a hard time keeping his focus. He's too distracted by the way your body feels pressed against his, and the sight of your bare skin. He fumbles with the clasp, his fingers trembling slightly as he struggles to undo it.

"Damn it," he mutters, clearly frustrated.

He tries again, his brow furrowed in concentration, but still unable to get the clasp to come undone. He lets out a sigh of defeat, burying his face in your neck.

"I give up," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "This is impossible."

Joshua pulls away from you, a pout on his face.

"Why is this so hard?" he complains, running a hand through his hair. "I can't believe I'm failing at a simple challenge."

He looks at you, his eyes roaming over your body, clearly frustrated that he can't get what he wants.

"Can I just rip it off?" he asks, his hands resting on your hips. "Please?"

Jun:

Jun stands behind you, his fingers expertly unhooking your bra in a matter of seconds. He grins, clearly pleased with himself, and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Told you I could do it," he says, his lips brushing against your ear.

He pulls you back against him, his body pressed against yours.

"Now, what to do with you?" he whispers, his hands roaming over your body as he holds you close. Jun nuzzles into your neck, his hands continuing to explore your body.He runs his fingers along the underside of your breasts, his touch light and teasing.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs, his lips tracing a path down your neck. "I love the way you react to my touch."

He nips at your skin, his hands moving to cup your breasts again.

"I can't wait to taste you," he whispers, his thumbs gently rubbing over your nipples.

Hoshi:

Hoshi tries to unhook your bra, but his hands are too big and clumsy for the task. He struggles with the clasp for a few minutes, growing increasingly frustrated with each failed attempt.

"Why won't this damn thing come off?" he grumbles, his hands fumbling ineffectually. He tries to use both hands, but it's still no use. Finally, he gives up, letting out a sigh of defeat.

"I can't do it," he says, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I'm too big for this stupid challenge."

Hoshi turns you around to face him, a pout on his face.

"You're just too much of a tease," he mutters, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. He buries his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

"I'll have to punish you for this," he whispers, his hands sliding down to your hips and squeezing possessively.

Wonwoo:

Wonwoo takes his time with the challenge, his fingers moving slowly and deliberately over the clasp of your bra. He's focused, his eyes fixed on the task at hand, and it's clear that he's determined to get it right. After a few moments, he finally manages to unhook the bra, a small smile of satisfaction spreading across his face.

"Got it," he says, his hands moving to slide the straps off your shoulders. Wonwoo lets the bra fall to the floor, his eyes roaming over your now bare chest.He steps closer to you, his hands gently cupping your breasts.

"You look even more beautiful like this," he murmurs, his thumbs rubbing circles over your nipples.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I can't wait to take you apart, piece by piece."

Woozi:

Woozi's attempt is quick and efficient, his fingers moving with practiced ease. He unhooks your bra in a matter of seconds, a small smirk on his face.

"See? That wasn't so hard," he says, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire.

"Now, let's get this off," he murmurs, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

Woozi lifts your shirt over your head, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. He lets out a low whistle, his hands moving to explore your now bare skin.

"You're so perfect," he whispers, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

He pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. As he kisses you, his hands continue to roam over your body, his touch both gentle and possessive.

Minghao:

Minghao's attempt at the challenge is just as successful as the others. He unhooks your bra with ease, his fingers deftly undoing the clasp in a matter of seconds. He smirks at you, clearly pleased with himself.

"Too easy," he says, tossing the bra aside. He steps closer to you, his eyes raking over your body with a hungry look.

"Now that you're mine, I'm going to take my time exploring every inch of you," he whispers, his hands moving to rest on your hips.

Minghao pulls you close, his body pressing against yours as he begins to kiss and nip at your neck. He trails his lips down to your collarbone, his teeth grazing over your skin as he leaves a trail of marks. His hands roam over your body, his touch firm yet gentle as he explores every curve and dip. He moves lower, his lips trailing down to your chest as he begins to lavish attention on your breasts.

Mingyu:

Mingyu's attempt is a bit more...aggressive than the others. He rips your bra off in one swift motion, the sound of the clasp snapping echoing through the room.

He grins at you, clearly pleased with himself.

"Sorry, I got a little impatient," he says, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

He pulls you close, his body pressing against yours.

"But I can't help it when you look so damn sexy," he growls, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss.

Mingyu deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he pulls you even closer. His hands roam over your body, squeezing and caressing your curves as he kisses you senseless. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the nearest wall. He presses you against the wall, his body pinning you in place as he continues to devour your mouth.

Dokyeom:

Dokyeom tries the challenge, but his eagerness and excitement get the better of him. He fumbles with the clasp of your bra, his hands shaking with anticipation.

"Come on, come on," he mutters, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Finally, after a few failed attempts, he manages to unhook the bra, but not without breaking the clasp in the process. He looks at the broken clasp in his hand, a sheepish grin on his face.

"Oops," he says, shrugging apologetically. "I guess I got a little too excited."

Dokyeom tosses the broken bra aside, his eyes roaming over your now bare chest.

"Well, at least I got it off," he says, his grin growing wider.

He steps closer to you, his hands resting on your hips.

"And now I get to have my way with you," he whispers, his eyes dark with desire.

Seungkwan:

Seungkwan takes his time with the challenge, his fingers moving slowly and deliberately over the clasp of your bra. He's focused, his tongue poking out in concentration as he works to unhook the clasp. After a few moments, he finally manages to get it undone, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

"Got it!" he exclaims, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

He looks up at you, a smirk on his face.

"Look I didn't break anything," he says, clearly pleased with himself.

Seungkwan lets the bra fall to the floor, his eyes raking over your body. He steps closer to you, his hands moving to rest on your hips.

"You look even more stunning like this," he murmurs, his thumbs rubbing circles over your skin. He pulls you closer, his body pressed against yours.

"And now that I've got you all to myself..." he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, "I'm going to make sure you remember this night forever."

Vernon:

Vernon takes a more relaxed approach to the challenge, his hands moving with a casual ease. He unhooks your bra in a few swift movements, a small smile on his face.

"Easy peasy," he says, tossing the bra aside. He looks at you, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in your naked body.

"Damn, you're beautiful," he murmurs, his hands moving to gently caress your skin.

Vernon steps closer to you, his hands roaming over your body as he pulls you into a slow, sensual kiss. His lips move against yours languidly, his tongue exploring your mouth with a gentle yet insistent pressure. He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he begins to trail a path of kisses down your skin.

"I've been waiting for this all day," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

Dino:

Dino's attempt at the challenge is both quick and effective. He unhooks your bra in a matter of seconds, his hands moving with practiced ease. He grins at you, clearly proud of himself.

"And that's how it's done," he says, tossing the bra aside. He looks at you, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily.

"You look so hot," he growls, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he pulls you closer.

Dino pushes you back against the wall, his body pressed against yours as he traps you in place. He captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as he dominates the kiss. His hands roam over your body, his touch firm and possessive as he claims you as his own. He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he begins to nip and suck at your skin.

[maliciouslove]

ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕡

✧ pairing: fuckboy smileball barista!denki x reader  ✧ summary: having a slimebucks apron is equal to having unlimited rizz (source: me) and denki proves it by bedding his brand new colleague on her very first day of work.  ✧ word count: 5.5k ✧ tags: dubcon(?), manipulation(?), weed and alcohol use, oral (f!receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, forced orgasm, pussyjob, unprotected sex, pulling out, size difference (denki is Tall and Lanky TM), unappropriate work relationship, scummy denki, no feelings.

✧ my submission for the @bastardblvd Slimeball collab ✧

✧ AN: happy birthday to my little slimy fuckboy denks <3 this was so fun to work on, genuinely love being a grimetown resident now. the fanart is made by me but i'm no pro so.. be kind please. :D it was written in a daze so if you see discrepancies.. look away. based on my own tiny starbucks where i work (i am slimebucks denki incarnate). you may expect of me to make this a slimebucks series.. katsuki or touya next? ;)

Denki doesn’t like morning shifts — he doesn’t like how grumpy people are first thing in the morning because it makes scoring dates much harder for him. No matter how bubbly and pleasant he is, Monday mornings are just a bad time to flirt with clients. Most customers don’t even spare a glance at him, too busy figuring out their schedule for the day and burying their noses in their phones. He does, however, enjoy the morning business attire — stockings, pencil skirts, white shirts that allow him to see the outline of a bra underneath… and those heels. Something about office fashion always getshim riled up. 

Typically, if he couldn’t strike up a conversation with the morning customers he would settle for watching them, eyes trailing down their crossed legs when they sit down to enjoy their coffee. He would follow their elegant movements and the curves of their bodies — from the corners of their painted lips turning upward in delight after a sip of hot coffee, to their dainty ankles decorated by the ankle strap of their heels swinging to the rhythm of the music playing softly on the speakers.

That is how his Mondays usually go, yet today he couldn't even enjoy that, all because of a new recruit.

His manager Katsuki (that angry bastard) had not even mentioned to them that he was hiring; he announced only yesterday that there would be a new trainee, pushing the responsibility of showing them around the store and kicking off their barista training onto him. Of course he wouldn’t ask Touya to train them — he would end up with his cock in his hand less than ten minutes into the start of his shift due to his “side hustle” schedule conflict, which in turn would scare off any new hire… and then the hiring process would have to start all over again. Katsuki himself is not much better off as barista trainer, his constant irritation and habit of screaming at everyone and everything has made many employees quit (and cry) early on, but the reason he was shoving the responsibility onto Denki was simply that he wouldn’t be in the store due to a manager’s meeting in Tokyo.

Bummer. 

According to the clock on the wall, the new hire should be coming in any time now, so Denki settles for focusing his attention and efforts on that instead of his grumpy morning customers. And then, there you were in your yellow raincoat, all sunshine and smiles from the moment you step inside the store. Denki gives you a once over and decides maybe this Monday morning wouldn’t be so awful after all — you were cute and far too innocent and optimistic looking for him not to take advantage and have a little… fun. 

His plan begins to form before you’ve even laid eyes on him.

“Hi! You must be the new addition to our team, pleasure to meet you!” The blonde extends a hand to greet you, his most charming smile plastered on his face. “Our team is a bit of a sausage party right now, so I hope you can bear with us and not get discouraged. We desperately need someone like you on our team.” 

“Oh I can tell, your merch cabinets look very… dry. You fellas are not big on decorating, are you?” Your heartfelt laugh nearly disarms the blonde man as he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, admitting that the three men working there did not have the best sesne of aesthetics and beauty. 

Oh, you were just his type — confident, energetic, and just a bit too kind and trusting. 

“Well, you’re here to save us, right? How about we get started on your training, get the boring part over with so we can get to know each other better.” 

There was not a single pure intention behind his words, but his face remains the picture of innocence and kindness. He’s had time to practice this look after all — can’t let people find out what’s behind the sunshine facade now, can he?

“Oh well training shouldn’t take long, I worked at a different Slimebuckslocation before moving to this part of town, hence why I’m being transferred here. I can get around drink making just fine, so you can just show me around the store I guess?” You bat your eyelashes at him and Denki thinks of you as a pure miracle. This expedites the timeline he had in mind.

With a pep in his step, he shows you around the store and back of house, informing you where they keep extra syrups and toppings at the front and the storage in the back. He hands you a new apron and name tag while informing you of the usual cleaning routine and covering all the basics that you need to get around the new store on your own. Not that he follows these cleaning routines that closely anyhow, but hey, you were here to pick up the slack now.

“So, think you got everything? Any questions?” Denki leans back against the bar on his elbows, long black painted fingers interlocking in front of his torso. He’s laid back and so pretty it’s almost distracting. A regular person has to exert effort not to stare too long at his honey colored eyes that crinkle when he smiles.

However, you cannot get too distracted — you must remain focused and make a good impression today. 

“Yes, can I please rearrange and restock your merchandise cabinets? They do not spark joy and desire to buy in their current state. No offense.” 

“Have at it.” Denki does not break eye contact, not once — feline eyes following your every move, gears turning in his head and schemes hatching in his pretty little head. 

He doesn’t want to seem too overbearing, but he also doesn’t want you to think he isn’t interested. So, as it is pretty quiet in the store right now, he decides to give you a hand with the merchandise, chatting with you — learning about you. After all, the only times he actually puts effort into his minimum wage job arewhen there is a prospect of a cute girl removing her panties for him. 

“So, you live nearby?” he begins to prod at you with innocent questions.

“Ah, not quite. I have to take a bus to get here since I don’t have a car anymore. I live on the east side of town, close to that big mall they built recently.” 

Denki is easy to talk to, a nice balance budding between the two of you as he takes boxes out and hands you colorful cups and tumblers to put on the shelves. 

“Hey, I live around those parts, too, I can give you a lift after work, save you some bus fare. Unless you have some super jealous boyfriend or something?” Despite flunking out of college, Kaminari isnot stupid — he isplaying his cards just right, creating an opportunity to learn if you’re single and give you an option to spend more time with him, which isn’t really an option. Unless you do have a boyfriend, you wouldn’t have a reason to say no, not after the deliberate way he phrased it. 

“Haha, no, no boyfriend — kind of the reason I don’t currently have a car and why I had to move.” There’s an edge to your voice, maybe even a trace of anger, but to him they appear as feelings that seem to have simmered down. “I got out of a long relationship recently. We used to live together and share a car, but I had to get my own place after the breakup, and he took the car. And the dog.”

“That bastard!” Denki chimes, a bit too exaggerated, but he figures making a small joke won’t actually hurt. “Really though, that sucks. I’m sorry it happened.” 

The way he switches from being a clown to being a gentleman can give a person whiplash. 

“Don’t be, I’m not sorry it happened.” You shrug your shoulders and give him a wide, genuine smile. “Now I get to hook up and have flings whever I want.” 

You keep the tone light, and you mean what you said — you’re not looking for anything serious right now, and the satisfaction from your answer was well written on the blonde’s face. He was cute, so maybe you’ll play along, have fun for once. 

“So this means you’ll let me give you a ride?” 

“If you really don’t mind?” You put the final tumbler on the shelf and examine your work in delight. Meanwhile Denki examines your body in delight. 

“Oh, I’d be honored to.” A devious grin adorns his face as he follows you behind bar to help serve customers. 

The day goes on, the playful banter between you and the blonde continuing — turns out you have similar hobbies: you like the same movies and games, you even have similar music taste, and Denki relinquished the store music rights to you for the day. 

Your shoulders would brush as you work side by side at the coffee machines, and he would laugh shyly, complimenting your pace and how well you’re adjusting to the new store. The exchanges between the two of you were flawless, seamlessly passing each other lids and pitchers without so much as saying a word. 

Kaminari gave the perfect performance of a man who enjoys his work; he didn’t even obnoxiusly flirt with every beautiful girl that placed an order. 

“Hey, can you grab some more caramel drizzle from the back?” Denki asks after a huge line of people finally dissipates and gives room for some tidying up and restocking. 

“Yea, absolutely. Need anything else?” 

“Also grab some extra bags of coffee beans and vanilla syrup if you can?” 

You nod and head to the back of house energetically.

Denki’s been working here for over two years now, so he knows that after this rush there won’t be anyone in the store for another half an hour at least, so sending you to the back of house away from customers was a calculated move. As soon as you disappear behind the doors he follows — after all, you wouldn’t be able to carry all that back to the front on your own.He should give you a hand. 

Smiling to himself, he enters the storage area to see you standing on your tip toes trying to reach the bags of coffee on the top shelf. Quietly he walks up behind you, one hand on your waist to pull you back a bit, the other hand reaching above you for the coffee beans. 

“Be careful. If you can’t reach somewhere, just call for me. Don’t want you getting hurt back here.” He can feel you melt into him and rest your back against his chest as he takes the four-pound bag down for you. 

“Oh, sorry… I thought I was gonna be able to reach.” You smile at him, realizing how he was surrounding you in that moment, and something about itmade your skin tingle. “Thank you.” 

“Of course! I figured you wouldn’t be able to carry everything at once so I came along to give you a hand.” The two of you stood very close to one another in the cramped storage, but you didn’t mind, as it was far too cold back here, and Kaminari was pleasantly warm to the touch. “The caramel drizzle is all the way down on that same self, if you want to grab that?” 

Eager to complete the task, you turn around and bend over to open the box labled “caramel drizzle,” giving Denki a perfect view of you round ass, making him gulp hard. If he just reached forward he would be able to trace the curve of your ass with his hand, squeeze one cheek as his other hand trails down your side. 

He shakes the thoughts out of his head as you stand back up, several bags of caramel sauce in your hands. You were squishing them playfully which was not helping Denki in keeping unholy thoughts at bay. 

“I always loved the texture of these bags; it’s so stress relieving to play with them.” Grinning up at him, you were the picture of innocence. 

“Yea, they remind me of tiddies.” Denki blurts out without even thinking, too enthralled by his imagination showing him images of you wrapping your pretty lips around his cock and playing with his balls. Once he realizes what he said he waves his hands around in defence. “No, no, not what I mea–” 

“You haven’t touched boobs recently, have you?” You deadpan, and he can feel his heart sink. “Boobs are much more firm. I get where you’re coming from, but a bag of caramel sauce can not compare to a tit.” You say matter of factly while squishing a bag with your hand. “Can’t do that to a boob, can you?” 

Denki snorts out a laugh. 

“Yea, you’re right — tiddies do feel better. And it has indeed been a while since I got to touch one.” He dramatically wipes a fake tear from the corner of his eye, a big pout on his lips as he turns to exist the storage. 

“Aww, poor Denki… Wanna cop a feel?” You can see him physically freeze up at these words, turning to give you a bewildered look. “I’m joking! Obviously. You that desperate, pretty boy?” 

You walk past him with a gleeful look on your face. 

The look in Kaminari’s eyes changes as soon as you’re out of sight, and he cannot wait to get his greedy hands on you. In fact, he was going to challenge himself and get between those plush thighs of yours by tonight. 

When the two of you are behind bar again, he continues to orbit close to you, watching videos on your phone over your shoulder, brushing his fingers against your skin when he passes you a milk carton, caging you between his body and the bar while he reaches for something behind you. 

And every time you accidentally touched, you could feel electicity run down your spine and butterflies flutter in your stomach. His light amber eyes trailing down your body lit a fire in your lower belly. The day went on just like that — standing a bit too close to one another, making inappropriate jokes, flirting. And so came time to close and go home, riding in his car. 

“You done with the trash?” you ask as he takes his apron off. 

“Yeah, if you’re done with the floor we can head on out.” You head to the back of house together to grab your stuff from your lockers and lock up. 

“So, got any plans for tonight?” he asks, leaning on his locker while waiting for you to put your jacket on. 

Now that you’re officially off the clock, you take the time to pay attention to small details about the man — how long his eyelashes are, how he cockily half smiles at you, how veiny his forearms are. 

“No plans, no — I’m probably gonna end up watching Desperate Housewives with a glass of wine by myself.” 

And there you go — giving him another opportunity. 

“Oh you watch that too?” He’s excited, presenting this as an interest that not many share with him. “That’s basically my plan for the evening, except I was gonna get high instead of drinking.” Sharing with you that he smokes weed is also tactical; it indicates trust that you won’t misuse that information, and it also opens a gate for you to bond with him over weed if you smoke. 

“Oh, well...” And there you go, taking the bait. “If it’s not too forward of me to offer, I’ve got alcohol and pizza on speed dial, you have weed and good company. Maybe we can merge resources, watch tonight’s episode together?” 

Score.

“Sounds perfect.”

He places his hand at the small of your back as he leads you towards his car, being very caring and gentle — making you feel comfortable and safe, letting you open up to him. It was going to be a fun night for Denki. 

Your apartment is exactly what he envisioned: small but cozy, full of plants, color and art. The small space reflected your personality, a variety of interests on display, different styles clashing in every corner of the room. It was cute. And your chouch seemed very comfortable for eating pussy.

“Cute place.” 

“Thanks. I finally got the chance to decorate my own space however I want, so I went a bit crazy with it.” 

Kaminari doesn’t miss the emphasis in your voice; you lived for a long time with no control over small and insignificant things such as decor. You were frustrated. At the same time, he notes that now you seem to cling to control. He noticed it at work, too — you rarely gave yourself time off. Things are really looking up for the blonde man, and he can barely contain his wolfish smile as the gears in his head turn. You’d love to give up control, wouldn’t you? 

“Make yourself comfortable on the couch. I’ll grab us some drinks and we can order pizza.” 

As you make way to the small kitchen, Denki takes two pre-rolled joints from a cigarette tin and places them on the table. Wine and weed should make you nice and pliable for him. You return with a glass of white wine and a cold beer. 

“I figured you’s prefer a beer over wine.” You offer with a smile, and he accepts. 

“How observant of you. I just wanna check first:Are you sure you want to mix alcohol and weed? Might hit you hard.” He shows concern, but it’s fake — the more crossfaded you are, the easier it would be for him to get you naked. 

“Yea I’m uh.. More practiced than I care to admit.” You give him a coy smile and sit next to him on the couch, phone in hand ready to order food. Once that is out of the way, you both finally lean back and relax on the couch, the episode of Desperate Housewives starting with a recap. 

“So, do you invite people you just met to your apartment to get stoned often, or..?” He offers jokingly as he lights one of the joints up. 

“No, just the pretty and charming ones.” You’re no longer being coy about it like you were at work; you like him, and you aregoing to make it known. 

“Oh, you think I’m pretty? So you only want me for my face?” He retorts with faux disappointment, eyes focused on yours intently, curious and full of desire. 

“Not just your face. You have pretty hands too.” You answer with a straight face, reaching for his hand that was holding the joint and pulling it towards yourself, taking a drag from the joint between his slender fingers. 

Denki swallows, the lust thick in his throat. The way your lips wrap around the joint is sinister, the eyecontact you maintain while doing it — electrifying. 

His body responds before his brain can process, leaning in towards you to capture the smoke from your lips with his own, inhaling it and placing his free hand at the back of your neck, keeping your lips close to his. 

Honey-colored eyes stare down at you as your cheeks begin to heat, mind and heart racing as your tongue darts to wet your lips and taste him. Screw your plan to just tease him, wind him up for a week or two, make him eager — you don’t have the patience for all that. You set your glass on the coffee table and close the gap between the two of you, pushing him back, straddling him. 

“Feeling bold tonight, sweetness?” He smiles up at you, letting you get your dose of control, let you simmer in the illusion that you initiated this, you took the lead. His free hand rests on your thigh, thumb drawing circles over your jeans, gently squeezing you. 

You don’t dignify him with a response as your lips crash onto his in a searing kiss, fingers carding through his blonde locks. He can tell how needy you are by the way your body moves — pulling his hair a bit harder than you should, nipping at his lower lip, canting your hips over his. You’re leaning into his every touch, almost aggressively taking what you want from him, claiming control. 

He smiles into the kiss and in one swift move shifts you to lay flat on your back on the couch, his larger frame towering over yours. 

“Don’t move.” He sounds almost like a different person as he yanks the control from you, and you obey. You lay still and watch him intently as he lights the joint again, taking a long drag and putting the joint back on the ashtray. 

Leaning down, he places his hand under your chin, parting your lips and blowing the smoke into your mouth. You inhale and hold your breath as he traces kisses down your jaw and collarbone, warm hands sneaking under your shirt. He only speaks after you slowly exhale the smoke.

“You’ve brightened my day, you know. Let me thank you properly.” 

His fingers trail down your body and unbutton your jeans, feather light kisses pressed against your tummy just above the hem of your pants. You don’t protest, so he continues his ministrations, pulling your shirt up above your head and leaving you in your pink lacy bra. He pushes one of the bra straps to the side and—

Ding dong!

The pizza has arrived. 

“Fuck–” He scrambles to his feet to go answer the door while you qucikly throw your shirt back on and head to the kitchen. Denki follows with pizzas in hand that he quickly discards on the table. 

“Are the pizzas cut? Do you need any sauce or—” You’re scooped up in his hands and pressed against the kitchen counter. His lips are on your again, insistent and needy. “Denk— The food?” 

“I was hoping for a different meal.” 

His breath is hot against the shell of your ear as he lifts you up to sit you on the marble counter, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he makes desire bubble inside you once more. 

Discarding your pesky shirt again, he wastes no time in removing your bra and cupping your breasts, lips enclosing around your pert nipple. 

“You’re right — much better than a bag of caramel sauce.” His words are barely above a whisper as he tweaks your nipple between thumb and index finger, leaving wet kisses across your sternum and stomach. His hands grip at the hem of your still unbuttoned jeans, and you follow his wordless instruction, lifting your hips and letting him slip the jeans off. 

There you were, practically naked on your kitchen counter while he, still fully dressed, devoured you with predatory eyes. Large hands rest on your bare thighs, and he gently spreads your legs and drags you closer to the edge of the countertop.

You’re pretty and soft, and you smell nice. Denki can’t help but wonder if you’ll taste sweet as well. A single digit traces the outline of your lacy thong, marveling at the wet spot forming on the material. Hooking his finger behind the material, he roughly pulls it upwards — the feeling isn’t exactly pleasant, but it doesn't hurt either; it’s simply not enough friction. You need more. Your nose and eyebrows scrunch, and you wrap your hand around his wrist, a pleading whine leaving your parted lips.

“Aw, I’m sorry pretty girl… I won’t tease you too much, promise.” 

Another quick peck to your lips and he sinks to his knees in front of you, eye level with your needy wet cunt. Pushing the pink fabric to the side, he inspects your pretty cunt, glistening with arousal. Kissing from the inside of your thigh and making his way to your core, all you can do is tug on his hair and hold on while he devours you whole. 

Kaminari finally delves his tongue into your heat, leaving a long stripe from your needy hole to your sensitive clit and then focusing on the latter. His tongue is gentle, teasing — like he has all the time in the world to enjoy this tasty treat, working you up until your body starts moving on its own against his tongue. Your head is so far up in the clouds that you probably aren’t even aware of how tightly you’re gripping his hair and how you’re moving your hips rhythmically against his mouth. 

You sound cute: breathless and whiny, softly begging under your breath, head tilted back in pleasure as the muscles in your thighs stiffen and your legs shake. Yet, Denki does not speed up, maintaining his languid pace and dangling true bliss right in front of your eyes. 

“F-fuuck… Denki, please...” 

Your heart is in your throat, and your body aches from the tension, you need release. You can feel the smirk on his lips as you beg him. 

At the peak of your high, delirious from the need to cum but not being given enough friction to tumble over the edge, Denki lifts two long, slender fingers to your wet cunt and slowly pushes them inside you, the feeling of being filled up driving the air out of your lungs. 

Quickly, Denki finds that spongy spot inside you and presses against it, moving his fingers right against it while his lips and tongue focus on your clit. 

It takes seconds for you to ascend, body going rigid as your muscles contract around his fingers and your orgasm is forced out of you with a strangled moan. He does not slow down. 

One strong arm wraps around your thigh, keeping you still while his mouth continues to ravage you, fingers slipping in and out with precision. He was intending to force another orgasm out of you without giving you time to recover from the first. 

Your arms and legs feeltingly and limp, and Denki has to support your weight all while eating you out like a man starved. His cock is painfully hard in his tight jeans, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you cum one more time on his face. 

You taste like wild honey, and your whiny pleas fuel him to keep going, marveling in the feeling of you becoming tighter and tighter for him, chest heaving erraticly and shaky fingers scratching at his arms and shoulders. You are about to come undone for him. 

Before your mind can respond to your body, the coil in your belly snaps, and you gush onto his fingers with a scream, squirting in his earger mouth as he licks up every clear droplet. He removes his fingers and helps you come down from your high with gentle kisses over your swollen clit and soft thighs. 

Your mind is spinning, but your ears register the sound of a belt unbuckling. Groggily opening your eyes, you are met with the image of him keeping his t-shirt tucked between his teeth as he fists his cock to the sight of you. His pupils are blown — only a thin ring of gold remaining. He closes the gap between you again, his warm length resting on your sticky cunt, slowly gliding between your folds. 

You open your mouth to ask if he has condoms, but he seems to have already read your mind. 

“Don’t have any on me, but I’m clean, and I won’t put it in.” His words are rushed, and he is far too entranced by the feel and sound of wetness to even look you in the eyes. 

You can’t even bother to argue, too tired and blissed out with a new sesnse of hunger growing in the pit of your stomach. Your hips instinctively move to meet his thrusts, the mushroom tip of his cockhead grinding into your sensitive clit, and you just want more. Tired hands reach out to him, thumb rubbing over his cheek as he leans into your touch, kissing your palm with his eyes shut as his hips thrust faster against your sloppy wet cunt. 

“Fuck, gorgeous, you have no idea how bad I wanna be inside ya.” He nips at your hand still resting on his cheek and growls lowly, frustrated by his own imagination of how snug you would feel around his cock. 

Drunk on his words and the previous two orgasms he forced out of you, you want him just as bad. Throwing all logic and reasoning out the window you use the last of your strenght to lift your hips and line him up to your entrance, slamming your hips down and taking his cock all at once with a yelp. 

“P-Please, please…” You mumble in a chant as your velvety walls spasm around his girth, mouth loosly hanging open and a bit of drool trickling down your chin. You were so beautifully fucked out, heavy eyelids giving you the most seductive look. 

Finally overcoming his shock and managing to stifle his impending orgasm, Denki moves his hips and curses under his breath at the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in. Grinning wolfishly at the way your eyes roll to the back of your head, small hands gripping his sleeve for dear life, he angles his hips to thrust his cock right into your sweet spot making you scream his name in pleasure. 

God, if he hadn’t edged himself half to insanity, he’d want to stay buried in your warm cunt for the whole evening, but you felt so good, he knew he wouldn’t last. Hooking his arms under your knees and then linking his finger behind your neck he rams his cock fervently inside you. The angle change of this position made you feel him all the way in your stomach, your clit slapping against his pelvis with each thrust. Snaking a hand between your bodies you circle a finger over your clit to help yourself while he uses you as a fleshlight.

“That’s right sweetness, keep doing that, you need to cum one more time f’me. One more.” 

Folding you even more and slamming you on his cock he could feel your insides trying to push him out as a third orgasm washes over you, more clear liquid splashing against his abdomen as you cry out his name.

Letting you out of the headlock, he pulls out quickly, pumping his fist over his cock as his balls thighten, and he empties his seed all over your wet cunt, smearing his cum over your clit and folds with a relieved sigh.  

Still caging you in with his arms at your sides, he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. 

“You good?” You answer with a weak nod, and he can’t help but chuckle at how exhausted you are reaching over for the kitchen paper. “Sorry, it’s the closest thing I can clean you up with.” 

After catching your breath and no longer being covered in sticky cum, post-nut clarity finally settles in, and you chew on your lower lip, anxiously pondering the consequences of your actions. 

“Don’t freak out, pretty girl.” He’s his usual charming self now, feline eyes crinkling in a smile. “You don’t want anything serious, nor do I, and if word gets out at work we’d be both in trouble. So, how about we keep this between us?” 

Offering you a perfect escape — the final part of his plan. You smile widely glad to know you’re both on the same page, the anxiety dying down. 

“Also, sorry to bust a load and hit the road, but my landlord has left me like 12 messages about some emergency at the flat so I think I should really go check it out, might be a flood.” He awkwardly scratches his neck, showing that he feels bad about this. 

“Oh, don’t worry about it! Go, I hope it isn’t flooded.” You turn to grab one of the abandoned pizzas on the table. “Why don’t you take this with you? You never got to eat it anyway. Won’t be as good as fresh pizza, but it’s something…” 

He grins widely, accepting the pizza and giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you. I’ll see you at work then, newbie?” 

“See you then.” 

Escorting him to the door you lock it behind him and rest your back to the door taking a deep breath. 

Walking outside of your apartment complex, Denki pulls his phone out of his back pocket and dials a number under the name “Landlord Toshi”. 

“Hey man, thanks for always having my back with the apartment ‘emergencies.’” The blonde laughs into the phone. “Yea, I told you she was gonna be easy — fresh out of a relationship, wants to let loose and make up for lost time, constantly feels like she has to be in control so naturally gives the reins away when it comes to fucking. It was a fun little challenge.” 

“You dog.” The man on the other line chuckles and a bong can be heard in the background. “You gonna tap that again?” 

“Nah, she seems the type to catch feels.” Denki lights up the other joint in his cigarette tin and gets in his car, revving the engine. “Plus, the only reason I did this was to even the bet scores at work while Touya is still on vacation.”

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Hi, can I ask for a smut with Axl, like some sweet sex with him <3

sugar cane ~

axl rose ~ smut ~ female reader ~ 634 words ~ ~~~~~

Tonight is peaceful and relaxed, just like everything going on in your mind. Axl’s face is pushed up into your hair and his body is pressed to your back and his arms wrapped around your waist. He’s so cute when he snuggles up to you like this, and his always expressive face is completely expressionless, and he just looks so cute. You turn your head to get a look at him, his cheek squished against the pillow and his nose and lips in your hair. His eyes were barely open, but when you love, he opens them fully and looks at you.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s up?” One of Axl’s hands moves up to your hair and he pets it softly, a gentle smile on his face.

“Nothing. I just love you.” You smile and kiss his lips softly. He pulls you close and kisses you again and again, his tongue eventually making its way past your lips and into your mouth. You let out a moan and cup his face, your tongue moving with his. Axl’s hands move to your shoulders and he pushes you down on the bed. His mouth never leaves yours as your tongues dance together. He slips off one of your bra straps, his fingers delicately tracing your body.

Axl eventually moves his mouth from yours and smiles down at you, peppering kisses all over your face. They tickle, almost, and you can’t help but smile at him. Your hand tangles into his hair and you give him a peck on the cheek. His hands continue tracing over your body, and he slips off your pajama pants. His lips make contact with yours again, and he gives you a nibble on the lower lip, showing you his affection while making you squirm on the sheets.

“I want you so bad, baby.” Axl whispers into your ear as he kisses the side of your face. His hands push up your bra and take it off of you, and his hands trace the outline of your figure.

“I love you so much.” Axl murmurs into your ear as he slips down your panties and his hands rub your inner thighs, right next to your wet pussy.

“I love you more.” You kiss the side of his face and lift his shirt off of him, tossing it away and your hands trailing down his strong and muscular body to his sweatpants. His body shivers from the feeling of your fingertips, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“I love you most.” Axl kisses and nibbles your neck as you pull down his sweatpants, revealing his hard dick, as he likes to sleep without underwear on. The both of you are completely naked now, the heat was rising in the room. Axl lowers his lips a bit, the tip of his dick tickling your wet folds. He slowly enters you, thrusting slowly and softly. Axl looks down at you with loving eyes as you let out small grunts and groans at his hips move against yours, moving around inside of you. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, such as “I love you, baby”, and “You’re my whole world”, followed by small grunts from his slow and gentle thrusts. The goal here isn’t to cum, no, it’s to show a deep love and affection for each other.

Your arms wrap around his neck and shoulders, and you lean up and kiss his cheeks, then his lips. Axl kisses back with a similar passion, still moving his hips slowly. The two of you hold each other and kiss, hugging each other tightly. Eventually, he stops moving his hips and lets you simply just warm his cock for a moment. He cups your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks a bit.

“You’re everything to me.” ~~~~~ [I tried my best, hope this is close to what you were looking for!]

[honeybummer]

New Bloodstained chapter! Astarion<>OC-Fem "Birthday Bash" Snippet Below:

“Rule one: If you are at all uncomfortable, say your safe word. I will stop. If you, for whatever reason, cannot speak, I want you to tap me three times.”

“Okay.”

“Rule two: All the marks I make on you will be healed, unless you don’t want them to be.”

Lyra bit her bottom lip and Astarion reached forward to tug it free. “And rule three…” His lips curved into a dark, seductive smile. “You will look at me the entire time. I want to see your face as I ruin you.”

His eyes darkened with something primal, his lips curling into a slow, dangerous smirk. It was the expression she hadn’t seen in so long—the one that haunted her dreams, thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. This was the Astarion before the redemption, before his soul returned, the vampire ascendant who had used and manipulated with a seductive cruelty.

He stepped forward, his body towering over hers, his presence overwhelming as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “But know this,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise, “you’re mine tonight. Entirely.”

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, and she nodded, her mouth dry as she whispered, “I understand.”

Astarion’s smirk deepened as he captured her lips in a rough, possessive kiss, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer. The tenderness he usually showed was gone, replaced with an all-consuming hunger. His lips moved against hers with a fierce intensity, his tongue teasing and tasting as though he were devouring her.

Lyra gasped into his mouth, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt, but he was already ahead of her. In one swift motion, he tore the delicate fabric of her gown, the soft pink material falling away from her body like petals, leaving her exposed to him.

He pulled back for a moment, his gaze raking over her with an appreciative, predatory gleam. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. “So eager. So willing.”

His hands, rougher now, ran down the curves of her body, tracing the shape of her breasts, her waist, her hips. He loomed over her, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, like a predator cornering its prey.

“You’ve missed this, haven’t you?” he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck, just above the pulse that raced wildly beneath her skin.

“Yes,” she gasped, feeling her stomach dip and warmth pool.

“Arms up,” he commanded.

Hesitating, she lifted her hands up, thinking he was going to lift her lace bra over her head. Instead, he pulled her forward until she was near the wall. He reached up to grab a rope that was tied to the ceiling. 

Astarion pushed her hands together and restrained her with the strap. 

Lyra's eyes widened as she realized the gravity of the situation. She was now securely bound, her hands held by the strap above her, leaving her completely vulnerable and exposed to Astarion's intentions. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins.

Even though the Astarion in front of her would never hurt her, he still looked like the one who had.

Astarion's eyes gleamed with a mix of possessiveness and dark desire as he slowly traced the outline of her body, his fingers sending shivers down her spine. He was methodical in his movements, as if savoring each moment, each touch, each reaction from Lyra.

He leaned in close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Do you still want this, Lyra?" he asked, his voice seductive yet authoritative. "Do you want me to take you? To ruin you?"

Lyra bit her lip. “Yes.”

His eyes never left hers as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the chiseled contours of his muscular chest. Then, with slow deliberation, he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor, leaving him clad only in black briefs.

His arousal pressed against the fabric. 

Lyra swallowed.

He smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. 

Stepping forward, he dipped his head, and breathed against her lace bra.

Lyra shivered. 

One of his hands came around to press against her back, pulling her slightly closer.

She felt his mouth envelop the skin where her nipple was. She gasped as his tongue swirled over the lace.

The cool air in the room seemed to grow colder, as if anticipating what was to come.

He bit down, through the lace.

Lyra cried out, her body swaying, wrists aching as she stepped back. His hand pulled her further towards his head and she moaned.

She was embarrassingly wet now. And she squirmed under his touch, though no part of her wanted him to stop. 

Astarion lifted his head to stare into her wide eyes. 

“You’re mine,” he whispered against her lips. “Mine forever.”

He smiled wickedly, and slid his hand up her body, and ripped her bra off, the lace dropping to the floor.

Lyra winced, but not from pain. “I…I liked that one.”

“Too bad, dearest.” His hand traced the lines of her stomach.

She trembled, her breaths growing shallower with each passing second. Her heart raced as his fingers grazed the sensitive skin beneath her belly button. 

She tried to maintain eye contact, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her gaze locked with his as he continued to undress her with his appreciative eyes.

Astarion's fingertips reached the edge of her underwear, hesitating for a moment as if savoring the anticipation. Lyra's hips thrust forward slightly, urging him to continue. He smirked, apparently enjoying the thrill he was causing her.

His fingers dipped inside, and he swirled the pads of his fingers against her aching clit.

Then, with a boldness that sent another shiver through Lyra's body, he withdrew, and he slid her underwear off completely.

She stood before him now in nothing but the faint blush of desire and the line of his gaze. 

He took a moment to drink in the sight before him, his eyes glittering with satisfaction and hunger. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a swift movement, he slid his hand between her legs, and she moaned softly at the contact. His fingers danced against her lips, teasing her open before dipping inside, his fingers sliding through her wetness.

Lyra's eyes widened, her breaths coming in short gasps. She looked at him with a mix of fear and desire. “Astarion,” she whispered.

He thrust two fingers inside her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure and pain from Lyra.

"You're so wet for me," he growled, his eyes blazing with lust as he watched his fingers disappear into her. 

His fingers continued to dance against her lips, slowly circling her entrance before dipping inside once more. Lyra's hips bucked slightly against his touch, desperate for more.

Astarion's eyes never left hers as he finger-fucked her slow and deep.

Lyra moaned, her body arching with each thrust. Her breath came out in short gasps as her body began to shake uncontrollably. The sensations coursing through her were overwhelming, and she knew that she was on the precipice of a pleasure so intense it would consume her.

Astarion's eyes never left hers as he continued his relentless assault on her body. His fingers pierced her repeatedly, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her arms shook, still restrained by the strap above her, but she didn't care. All she could focus on was the building tension within her, the pleasurable flames licking at her nerves.

As his fingers continued their brutal dance against her most intimate parts, Astarion leaned in and kissed her again. His lips were soft and gentle, yet they held a wicked promise of what was to come. Lyra gasped into his mouth, her heart racing as she felt herself slipping closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Right when she was about to come, he stopped.

She whimpered.

He pulled his fingers out of her with a wet sound that caused goosebumps to rise on her skin. He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean, savoring the taste of her. "Mmm," he purred, looking deeply satisfied. 

Her body was hot, aching for release.

She could feel her clit throbbing.

“Mmm, It makes me want more.”

Lyra’s eyes were heavy-lidded as she stared at his chest, not able to lift her head to glare at him. Then, he sank to his knees before her and lifted one of her legs and pulled it over his shoulder.

Astarion's gaze never left her face. Lyra's heart raced with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her inner thigh, sending shivers down her spine.

His large hands gripped her backside, guiding her closer to him. Astarion's eyes shone with a mix of possessiveness and desire as he looked up at Lyra. With one swift motion, he licked up her slit, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

Astarion's tongue danced against her clit in a rhythm that matched the steady beat of her heart. He tugged at her lips gently, teasing them open before delving inside, his tongue probing deeper with each thrust. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer to him with each passing second.

His lips pressed against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Lyra moaned softly, her body trembling. 

He continued his unyielding assault on her body. His tongue pierced her repeatedly, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her arms shook, still restrained by the strap above her, but she didn't care. All she could focus on was the building tension within her, the pleasurable flames licking at her nerves.

“ Oh…fuck , Star,” she moaned as her orgasm crashed over her. She shattered into pieces, her mind and body collapsing under the force of her climax. Astarion grinned against her skin. His tongue swirled against her with relentless determination, savoring every last moment of her pleasure.  

Astarion's lips never left her until she subsided, a soft sigh leaving her lips as the last echoes of pleasure faded away.

He stood up and laughed darkly. She panted, closing her eyes.

He moved behind her, and leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Do you want me now, Lyra?" he asked, his voice a cruel promise. With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of her hair, tensing the strands as he pulled her head back.

Lyra whimpered. "Yes," she cried out, feeling arms weak as she begged for more.

He licked up the side of her neck and slid his hands down to her hips. He pulled her back a bit, until she felt his erection on her backside. 

Her face heated when he pulled the flesh of her ass apart, spreading her for him. 

Astarion positioned himself at her entrance, his tip teasing her sensitive flesh as he hesitated for a moment more. Lyra whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. 

"Please," she begged, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper.

He pulled her hips back, and her toes extended, lifting herself up higher to better give him access. 

Astarion slowly sank inside her, spreading her apart. 

Lyra moaned as she felt him fill her completely. She felt both relieved and invaded, the sensation of his cock sliding into her was too much to handle. She was at his mercy now, just as he wanted.

Astarion's other grip on her hair tightened as he began to thrust inside her. Each movement made her moan out in pleasure-pain. 

He was rough with her, but it wasn't painful; it only reminded her of who was in control.

His breath came in short, harsh gasps as he pounded into her. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through Lyra's body. She could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter with each passing moment, the evidence of her arousal dripping down the insides of her thighs.

He leaned down and kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "Do you want it harder, Lyra?" he whispered. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back as far as it would go. Lyra whimpered, her body trembling with excitement.

"Yes," she cried out, her voice strained with need.

Astarion grunted and gripped her waist tighter, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "You want this cock inside you?" he growled, his eyes locked on hers.

Lyra's eyes widened at his words, but she only nodded, her breaths coming in short puffs. "Yes," she gasped, feeling the pleasure building up inside her once again.

Astarion groaned and pulled her closer, his hips slamming into her with a ferocity that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. His grip on her waist never faltered as he pounded into her, each movement eliciting mewls and moans to fall from her lips.

Gods, he felt incredible. So fucking incredible. 

“I’m…I’m going to…oh…” she panted, her body trembling as the wave of orgasm built up inside her, threatening to consume her. Her wrists were still above her, the strap digging into her skin as he took her from behind.

“Fuck, yes come for me, Lyra.”

Lyra's entire body shuddered as she came, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed his name, clawing at the air as she felt herself disintegrate into a thousand tiny pieces, each one held together by the bond that had formed between them.

Astarion's breath quickened as he thrust into her harder and faster. His grip on her waist tightened; his fingers biting into her flesh like he was holding on for dear life. The sound of their bodies slamming together echoed in the room, punctuating every thrust.

"You're so wet," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Fuck—I can’t—fuck"

He groaned, his body tensing as he let out a guttural roar. His thrusts became ragged, his hips slamming into her with a force that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could feel him swelling inside her, the evidence of his arousal threatening to break free.

His release was intense, his body shuddering violently as he spilled himself deep inside her. Lyra felt him throbbing against her insides, the sensation overwhelming her. She felt dizzy, intoxicated by the sheer force of their passion.

When he was done, he pulled out, standing panting and spent behind her. She slumped forward, exhausted but alive. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.

She couldn’t feel her fingers.

Suddenly, she dropped into his arms. He must have untied her.

Sheets hit her back and she realized she was in the bed. Astarion loomed over her, his face still painted in a devilish smirk.

“You did very well, Lyra. But I am not done with you yet.” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

His hand curled around her throat, and for a moment, red swirled behind her eyes.

A sinister laugh echoed in her ears and she froze, her body shaking with what she thought she was hearing.

𝛪‵m 𝒉e𝑟e

Her vision darkened as Astarion tightened his hold on her neck, and the voices seemed to disappear.

He knocked her legs wider, spreading her for him.

She felt the tip of him at her entrance once again, ready to conquer her.

He leaned in close, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. "Do you want me again, Lyra?" he whispered, his voice rough as he slowly began to push inside her, filling her up.

She felt a sharp bite on the underside of her breast and she yelped, seeing her blood trickle down the slope of her breast. Astarion licked it up. 

"Yes," she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible above her rapid breathing. "I want you again."

Astarion smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at her response. He continued to thrust into her, each movement eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain from Lyra's body. 

She was a living canvas for his desire, for his passion.

He began to bite and lick at different spots on her body, leaving love bites and red marks.

He continued to take her, this time harder and rougher than before. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain coursing through her body, making her moan out in desperation. She felt like she was losing herself in the chaos of it all, but it was a feeling she never wanted to end.

Astarion's breath came in short gasps as he pounded into her, his eyes locked on hers, searching for something. He found what he was looking for in her terrified yet excited gaze, and he hardened further at the sight.

"Gods..." she breathed out, her words barely audible over the sound of their bodies slamming together. The words seemed to ignite a fire inside him, spurring him on to greater heights.

Lyra’s nails dug into the scars of his runes, opening the skin.

His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer to him with each thrust. Her cries filled the room, a symphony of desire and pleasure that only.

Blood spilled down her neck as his teeth buried into her skin. She wanted to taste it, too.

She needed this.

The release.

The pain.

The heat.

The blood 

[juice-plums]

Brett Hand x reader: After-Hours

(Smutty)

Y/n was packing up her things ready to go home after a long day at work she stretches her white button work showing her mid drift her short navy blue skirt show her thighs exposing some of her bum Brett walked in Y/n’s office seeing her stretch he tugs on the collar of his shirt just watching her do some stretch exercises 

“oh! Brett you scared me” she yelps but laughs since he was her friend Brett’s face a flushed red nervously looks away from Y/n he started to sweat she giggles from his awkwardness 

“yeah sorry Y/n... It’s just you have a nice body...I hope that does not sound weird at all” he whimpers she laughs and nods her head rarely anyone has complimented her body it has been sometime

“no not at all Brett thank you, you also have a nice body” she complimented back his face went red like a tomato Y/n went to gather some paperwork on her desk and put it in a file cabinet Brett watched quietly one paper slid out from her hand right on the floor she bent over to pick it up not thinking of it 

Brett saw her pretty panties her favorite color no less he gulps feeling his penis grow up no ,no, no Brett this is your friend he internally screams putting his arm in between his pants he shamefully stares some more no better than any other man 

“hey Brett are you doing anything after work there is this bar that's really great we really-” She stops talking and saw Brett covering his crotch she immediately heats up her hand going on her chest he screams embarrassed covering his face 

“I’M SORRY Y/N I’M NO BETTER THAN ANY MAN I COULD NOT HELP MYSELF’ he screams his boner peaking out of his pants very clear she gulps but smiles 

“oh Brett it’s okay” she soothes Brett uncovers his face and looks at her eyes

“you don’t think I am a perv?” He bit his lip she shakes her head no 

“I find it kind of flattering, you get turned on from my body” she whispers backing him up on the wall she cheekily massages the outline of his penis man was it long

“w-wait Y/n...mmm~” 

Y/n kisses his neck Brett arches it more biting his lip she rubs his crotch she backs up unbuttoning her shirt showing her bra the same color as her panties Brett weary chuckles 

“I knew it” 

she tosses her shirt and unzips her skirt seductively pulling down for him,Brett feels Y/n’s hands go onto his chest and takes of his blazer she tugs on his tie pulling him in for a kiss he whimpers his eyes tear up but he closes them pulling her body close to his 

Brett cups her ass gripping, kneading like some pizza dough Y/n sucks his tongue making him giggle,Brett slips his tongue into her mouth and began stuffing her face she drools enjoying her bra strap falling Brett’s hands go to her back and undoes the clip of her bra He backs up a saliva strand following taking off her bra showing off her tits

Brett cups one then the other and plays with her nipples tugging and pulling at them she whimpers her mind fuzzy feeling her pussy leak 

“holy shit Y/n your boobs are so nice I just wanna..” Brett pops one nipple into his mouths she yelps as Brett harshly sucks he was so a tit person playing with her other puffy nipple Y/n lets out whimpers ruffling his hair He backs up taking off his shirt and pants rather quickly a tent visible in his boxers he slips them off showing off his beautiful penis she gawks at his size he kisses her face

“now don’t be scared I won’t if you-”

“no I want to do this...come on” she lays back on her desk he chuckles watching her drape herself inviting him Brett went to her pulling off her panties he spread her legs kissing her pussy she hums jolting then he spits in her hole Brett positioned himself at her entrance where his tip kissed her closed vagina Y/n bit her lip as Brett slowly slides into her pussy opening her walls making a gushy sound 

Y/n face and body went hot and started to sweat Brett loudly grunts feeling her clench around him going fully in her Y/n holds onto him as Brett kisses her head and stays there for a minute for her to get adjusted her face a scrunched mess she hisses 

then Brett started to slowly thrust 1 single clapping sound every 5 seconds Y/n muffled moaned into her hand as he holds onto the sides of her belly Brett gave in to the lust he didn’t want to stop, he wanted to ram into this sweet pussy he needs to wait for Y/n to love it-

“AHH!~ BRETT FUCK ME, SO HARD THAT I CAN’T WALK TOMORROW FUCK ME,FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE” she loudly begs Brett grins and complies now thrusting 15 times into every minute Y/n tries to cover her mouth but her loud screaming filled the room Brett force French kissed her still fucking her hole 

“FUCK Y/N OHHH~ I’M GONNA COAT YOUR FUCKING WALL WITH MY JIZZ AND ALL OVER YOUR BODY” Brett screams fucking Y/n dumb he pressed the middle of her stomach Y/n’s tongue out like a dog pleasure sensation going off everywhere in her body she scratches his back Brett grips the end of her desk to get altitude she wraps her legs around his torso now in the mating press 

Brett still pounding into her balls slapping against her ass pre cum leaking out of her They lock eyes their bodies and sweat collide moaning together filling the small but secure office nothing in the air but sex 

“BRETT OOOOHH!~ I LOVE YOU!!!! FILL ME UP FILL ME UP WITH YOUR SWEET JUICE I WANNA MILK YOU DRY!!!~” she screams in ecstasy 

“YEAH YOU’RE GONNA MILK MY BALLS DRY Y/N WHO KNEW YOU’D BE SUCH A FUCKIN SLUT’

“YESSS I AM A SLUT DESPERATE TO COME OHHHH!!!~ PLEASE LET ME CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK PLEASE” she begs Brett smiles 

“YES CUM,CUM ALL OVER MY MONSTER COCK I’M GONNA FILL YOU UP SO MUCH IT’S LEAKING OUT OF YOU”

Y/n screams her hands to her hair humming so hard she see white Brett feeling her clench tighter than ever he came inside her filling up her womb his balls squelching holding her close she whimpers feeling his seamen enter inside her she sighs in relief and he whoops slowly pulling out with a slight pop his seed leaking out of her 

he lays her onto the floor she went to his side kissing him gently Brett pulls her close lighting a cigarette while y/n tries to catch her breath 

“Yeah I think everyone went home while I was fucking you”

Brett whispers she hums

“its okay...we can just say we stayed after-hours..to work on something” she kisses his lips sharing the smoke.

[dumbdomb]

i really wish someone would encourage me to dress more like a slutty bimbo just so they can stare at my body and get all turned on thinking about me. i want to look cute in a tube top with bra straps showing and, no matter how confused i get, feel ok with being treated like a dum slut. to have them tell me my outfit is cute while pointing at and touching the design on the clothes. blushing and not sure what to do bc i like them touching me. i want them to feel like it's wrong, but they just have to pull my top down a little bit and a little more... amazed that i haven't stopped them yet. eagerly groping my tits and realizing there's no padding in my unlined bra, massaging my chest as i try to mumble some words pleading for them to stop, but it's hard bc i don't really want them to. i want their hands to feel over and under my pink bra and tell me how pretty i am and how they've been wanting to do this for so long. i want them to be so excited to hear me moan that they instinctively begin humping me any way they can. tracing their fingers over the outline of my bra and slowly pulling each tiddy out for them to look at, squeeze and bounce together. gently caressing each nipple and making me blush more, moaning as i watch them and getting so aroused... feeling their desire increase as they dry hump me faster and harder, rubbing their thumbs over my nipples like their favorite toy. telling me they love hearing the cute sounds i make for them, how i'm such a slut for letting them do this to me. when they get close, they shove their hand over my undies and feel how turned on i am. they go back to gently pinching my nipples as they cum hard against me. breathing hard, they regain their composure and lean down to suck on my nipples, making me whine from feeling used, yet trying to grind my hips to feel something on my undies again...

[bullet-prooflove]

The Wedding Night - Jimmy Lanik x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @annieradcliff @cosmic-psychickitty @random-sofi @giuls-ver @crazy4chickennuggets @thebewingedjewelcat @iworldlywriter @genius2050 @infinity-mars @elizabeththebat @emma-dawson @legit9thlunaticwarrior @depxiety

Jimmy trailed his fingertip down along the smooth soft silky skin of your navel as he lay beside you on the plush king-size bed. The wedding dress was long gone, Jimmy had unzipped it from your form and allowed the material to drop away from your skin hours before. The white bra you were clad in was strapless and made of French lace. It hugged and lifted your breasts, extenuating your figure as you lay before him in that slender g-string.

Your hands were stretched up above your head, bound to the wrought iron headboard in your hotel room with the tie he had worn for the ceremony. There was a blindfold over your eyes as his fingertip traced along the line of the delicate underwear, chasing down over your naked mound. He dipped lower teasing over your slick core causing you to whimper in anticipation.

The idea of being at Jimmy's mercy filled you with a sensual thrill, he had awakened you sexually over your time together. You had never known the act of making love could be so euphoric. He was dynamic and wondrous underneath the sheets, chasing your pleasure instead of his own.

"I like having you like this, teasing you with my mouth and fingers. Keeping you at my mercy." Jimmy whispered in your ear as his fingertips grasped a chilled strawberry.He used the small piece of fruit to trace a line down along your throat.

Jimmy's molten hot tongue followed the pattern left by the cold fruit before he guided it between your breasts. He kissed that delicious spot, his thumbs teasing your nipples through the confines of the lace bra as you writhed and gasped in response to his touch. He was so good at manipulating your body, stroking over those delicate strings, seeking out the perfect chords to bring you to completion.

He used the strawberry to trace the outline of your lips, your breathing hitched at the light caress. He popped the strawberry into your mouth, kissing away the juices.

Your desire was more than evident, he had used his fingers and tongue to lead you to climax twice over the past few hours and each orgasm had been more powerful than the next. He knew what you really wanted, what his wife was craving right now, and Jimmy was finally ready to consummate the marriage. He longed for the fulfilment that came with making love to you, there was a sense of urgency to his ministrations. The mild bondage was his own chance to worship you, to show you how devoted he was to your pleasure.

"I want to see those beautiful eyes." Jimmy murmured as he lifted the blindfold and removed it from you.

Your skin was flushed rosy pink from the foreplay, your gaze was bright and dazzling as you stared at him with arousal and want.

"Have you finished playing with me Jimmy?" You asked him in a breathless tone.

Jimmy was already stripping the restraints from your wrists. His fingers nimble and gentle as he searched for bruises, thankfully finding none. Your hands were already entwining in his tousled hair, bringing him even closer so you could kiss his finely sculptured lips and taste the salt on his skin. Jimmy's fingers caught on the thin straps of the g-string before he guided it from your thighs.

"Make love to me." You whispered against Jimmy's clean-shaven jaw. "I want every fibre of my being to belong to you."

"You already belong to me." Jimmy told you, his voice husky as his cock brushed over your slick folds. "Just like I have always belonged to you."

The moment Jimmy sank inside you, you were lost. Your hands roved up Jimmy's muscular back, fingertips brushing over his shoulders as you arched your hips taking him deeper, until he was buried inside you to the hilt. Your head tipped back into the pillow, exposing your throat to Jimmy's adoring lips as he thrust inside you with long intense movements. His fingers interlaced with yours, pressing your hand into the mattress as you chanted his name like a mantra. He hit just the right spot, your body stretching taut underneath him.

Jesus, you were on the edge again, tightening all around him, your eyes on his as you hurtled over the precipice. The ecstasy hit you hard, euphoria exploding through your synapses as it stole away your breath. Jimmy spilled himself deep inside of you, hips locked against yours as his fingertips caressed the apple of your cheek.

"My wife." Jimmy whispered against your lips. "My beautiful wife."

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[belongtodeukae]

From the Prompt post: “Is there a reason you’re in my bed?” And “Are you going to fuck me, or not?” With Dom!Reader x Brat!Gahyeon? 👀 also I love your work 🫶🏾

[8:30 pm] you opened the door to exit your hotel bathroom, ready to meet the soft sheets and crash for the night. the shower you took relaxed your body to the maximum and you sighed in content, feeling your eyelids grow heavier. however, as soon as you caught the unusual sight on your bed, every muscle in your body flinched. gahyeon’s half naked body decorated with silky red lingerie and her jet black hair on her pale skin contrasted the white sheets of the hotel’s queen sized bed. 

“hi”, she said simply, a small smile on her lips that seemed even fuller due to the deep shade of red lipstick. your eyebrow raised in response to her casualness, as if there was nothing unusual about the entire scene, “is there a reason you’re in my bed?”

“i wanted to show off my new lingerie”, she looked down at her body, an easy motion due to the laying position on her side, “do you think red is my color?”

you crossed your arms across your chest once you got closer to the bed and hummed at her, “and you decided the best way to do that is to come show off in my room?”

“the view is better in person then on a photo, right?” gahyeon said, sitting up slowly. her legs swung over the edge of the bed and parted slightly before she pulled you between them by the tied belt that held your bathrobe around your body. she looked up at you from the position, feigning innocence, “so, do you like it?”

“it’s been a long day, gahyeon. good night”, you should’ve known you’d get a long whine in response as her hands tugged on your bathrobe belt harder. gahyeon wasn’t the type to take any sort of rejection easily. 

“tell me” “gahyeon” “i just want an answer”

you rolled your eyes, trying to avoid looking at her completely. you couldn’t deny how attractive she looked, especially with the elevated view you had down on her cleavage. gahyeon clearly noticed your internal struggle somehow since her next move was to pull one of your legs closer to her center so she could start getting some friction against it. you tried not to focus on the heat that radiated from her, slowly getting worse due to her slow movements.

“are you gonna let me sleep if i give you an answer?”

“that depends.”

“on what?”

“are you going to fuck me, or not?”

you hissed at her words and made the mistake of looking down again. she was still looking up at you, lips slightly parted and head tilted to the side.

“lay back down. on your stomach”, she followed your order almost immediately, propping herself up on her forearms and tilting her head back in an attempt to look at you. she lifted her hips off the bed just slightly, arching her back to give you a better view, “you still haven’t given me an--” 

“quiet”, you positioned yourself right next to her, sitting up and admiring the view she tried so hard to give you. 

“so, are you go--”

“i said, quiet”, your voice was louder this time, accompanied by your hand threading in her hair and pushing her face down in the mattress. you kept it there as your other hand slid down her body, playing with the material of her bra and thong and sneaking in the space between the thin straps and her silky soft skin.

your palm connected with one of her cheeks harshly, immediately followed by the same strength on the other one. you couldn’t help but smile at the loud sound the impact caused, followed by gahyeon’s equally loud broken whine. it only took a few moments for the skin to turn red, the shade nearly matching gahyeon’s lingerie.

“to answer your question... red really is your color”, you traced the outline of your palm printed on her ass with your nails, drawing out more whines from gahyeon. you let your fingers dip down, feeling out the thin material covering her heated center. you realized there was a small slit at the front and smiled to yourself before leaning down to where gahyeon’s head was still pressed against the mattress. her cheek was squished against the sheets, cheeks tinted in pink, tears glistening in her eyes and you couldn’t help but leave a kiss on the corner of her lips with intent on smudging her lipstick.

“did you think about me when you bought this?” your finger was already knuckle deep inside of gahyeon by the time you finished the question you didn’t really need an answer to. she let out a shaky sigh, visibly struggling not to push herself back harder on your finger, “only you… no one fucks me as good as you.”

instead of a verbal praise, you chose to add two more fingers inside of her, feeling her walls gripping all three of them instantly. gahyeon yelped in surprise and gripped the sheets tightly. you stroked her hair gently, a complete contrast to your fingers stretching her out roughly as she mewled, her back forming an even bigger arc.

“fuck me… you feel… so good”, gahyeon’s muffled words accompanied by moans just urged you to go faster which resulted in a continuous cycle of your fingers picking up in speed and her voice picking up in volume.

“it’s a shame you look this good in your lingerie, princess, since it’s gonna come off you in ripped pieces.”

[lilithian-labyrinth]

My interaction with my transwoman teacher: part 1

The closest I've come to a trans person, is this professor in college. A transwoman. She doesn't mind being called "sir". She doesn't go around saying "trans women are women". She literally says, "I belong to the third gender"

She wears feminine clothes, but it's obvious from voice and everything that she's a male. I did find an outline of bra strap over her white coat, even though she's got no need for it. But then i thought, maybe wearing a bra is something that makes her feel woman? Wearing a bra is not everything about a woman, but maybe, it's just a coping mechanism? And it's not harming any student anyways.

I kinda feel like she's overly religious and stuff? Expecting a lot from students? She's an amazing teacher, no doubt, she explains so well, but something is off? And then i thought, am i being biased? Am i not liking her simply cuz i judged her for being trans?

And do i need to respect her and like her just cuz she's trans, becoz no doubt, they face discrimination too. After much thought, i just concluded, I'm only going to respect her as a teacher. Even though I'm not going to fight for the same causes as her, i will show solidarity as a human to her, if her causes are justified. And I'm going to be very careful with every thought i have about her, so as to not become the same judgmental monster I'm afraid of.

After much thought, she's not my favourite teacher ofc, not because she's trans or anything, i have a different learning style compared to her teaching style. And this is normal, it happens with female and male teachers too. I don't have to guilt-trip myself into liking someone, nor do i have to pretend to like someone because others will find me a better ally.

[crossdressingstories]

John = Joan, Part 2, Transformation

The next day my mom called me into the kitchen. 

“OK, here take this pill.”

And she hands me a pink pill and a glass of water.

“What is this?”

“Estrogen.  It will help your skin to be softer so you can pass as a girl.”

“Estrogen?  Isn’t that a woman’s hormone?”

Mom was taking estrogen for some woman problem and the mail order pharmacy screwed up and sends her 4 times the amount prescribed.  Plus working in a doctor’s office was also a big help.

“Yes it is. It will not hurt you. Like I said it will help make your skin softer and it will be only for the duration of your stay at Caldwell.”

Reluctantly I took the pill. 

“Good boy.  You will get another one tonight.  You will get two a day.”

I took the pills twice a day as she said.  I did notice that my skin was getting softer and smoother.  My facial hair was vanishing as well.  Plus I noticed that something else was happening.  I was growing breasts!

By mid summer I had size A cup breasts.  My mom noticed that I was starting to bud out.  She took a tape measure and measured my chest.  Later that day she went to the store and came back late afternoon with several packages.  She reached into one and took out a white bra and handed it to me.

“Here, you better put this on and get used to it.  Your breasts will thank you.  Do you need me to show you how to do it?”

“A bra?  You want me to wear a bra?”

“Yes dear.  Now that you are developing breasts, you will need the support.”

“Yea, how long do you think I’ll have these?  Will they ever go away?  I don’t want to have boobs the rest of my life.”

“When you stop taking the pills things will go back to normal.”

I just gave my mother a look as I took the bra and went into my bedroom.  I took off my shirt and put my arms through the straps.  I then tried to hook the closures together by reaching around but that was difficult.  I decided to try another way.  I took the bra off and put it on with the cups in the back and the clasps in front.  Now I hooked the clasps together and spun the bra around my chest and from there I was able to put my arms back through the straps.

A few simple adjustments then I looked into the mirror.  Wow!  The bra looked good on me.  It felt weird but it looked good.  Plus I had cleavage.  I stood there admiring my breasts in the bra.  “You know, having boobs might not be so bad.” I said to myself.

I heard my mom call, “Johnny, come out and let me see.”

I put my tee shirt back on and saw something that made my eyes pop open.  I saw the outline of the straps and the adjusters through my tee shirt.  I sure cannot ever go out like that.

Again she calls out, “Johnny.  Come on honey, let me see.”

Taking a deep breath I opened the door to the bedroom and went out to my mom.  She looked at me and gave me a big smile. 

“Oh don’t those look lovely.  Come closer and turn around.  I need to fix it for you.”

I went closer and turned my back to her.  She lifted the tee shirt to the band of the bra.

“You have it hooked too tight.  The hooks should be on the middle eyes.  Let me fix that for you.” 

With that my mom fixed the way I had the bra hooked.

I turned around to face her, “Thanks mom but what about the straps?  People will see that I am wearing a bra.  A boy in a bra. Do you know what that will do?  I can hear the talk now, ‘oh something is not right with the new people, that boy has a bra on’.  I mean really?”

“No one will notice hun.  You can wear a looser fitting shirt.  Now let me give you a little secret.  When you put the bra on, reach into each cup and pull the breast up while holding the bottom of the bra cup.  That will put more of you into the cup and give you a better figure.”

Looser shirt, right.  And that trick to give me a better figure is another one that sounded out there.  I will admit that I did try that trick and it did make my breasts fuller.

I stayed home the summer and didn’t want to see anyone for I sure didn’t want to get discovered.  I took the pills like my mom told me and my breasts kept on growing and I noticed that my voice was changing and getting a little higher.

It was about a month before school was to start and by now I was wearing a size B cup bra for my boobs were really growing.  My mom came in from school shopping and gave me several shopping bags to go through.  In them were a few skirts, blouses, and more bras.  She then handed me a pink bag and told me to look inside.

I looked and took out a pair of nylon full brief panties.  “Ok mom, what’s this?”

“Panties dear.  Those are panties.”

“Yea I kinda figured that one out.  But why?  Bad enough I now have all these girl clothes but panties too?”

“Yes dear, panties too.  What if someone goes through your things and discovers your boy underpants.  That would not do.  So you will need to wear panties from now on.  When you come home for the holidays you can put on your regular underpants if you wish.  I bought you nylon panties.  Both full brief and French cut, I hope you like them.  If you want I can buy you cotton panties as well.”

I stood there holding the panties in my hand.  I knew what my mother was about to say and I beat her to the punch by grabbing the clothing and headed to my room.

“I’ll be back.”

“OK.  I want to see you model those clothes.”

I took off all of my boy clothes and put on the panties.  Boy were they ever soft.  They felt really nice.  I think I could get into wearing them regularly.  But they really didn’t help hide my maleness.  In fact they kind of made it stand out a bit more.  I guess I’ll have to figure that out later.  As long as I am in panties, I figured to try on the French cut ones as well.  They were so soft and light weight.  It was almost like if I had nothing on.  I put on a black skirt my mom  bought and a red blouse.  Looking in the mirror the clothes looked pretty good on me.  The feel of the hem of the skirt brushing against my legs felt really nice too.

I went into the front room and gave my mom a fashion show trying on the clothing.  I must have been trying on girl’s clothing for at least an hour and a half.  With each one my mom grinned ear to ear.  She even had me try on a pair of pantyhose as well.

“You do look lovely in those.  How do they feel?”

“Alright I guess.”  Actually I was getting to like it a lot but I didn’t want her to know. So is this what crossdressing is about?  I had to wonder what else mom had in mind for me.

“Ok dear, you can leave those things on for the rest of the day if you want.  I think you should so you can practice being a girl.”

“What do you mean?”

“To start with girls sit when they pee and you will have to as well.  And leave the seat down.  When you sit, keep your legs closed or crossed at the thighs so no one can look up your skirt.” 

She went on and on and on.  It was like getting a lesson in life.  So I had to live like a girl.  Might as well since I would be doing it full time when I get to the school.

The following week my mom bought me some new shoes and sneaks.  Two pairs of the shoes had heels.  One was about an inch and another was about three inches.  She had me practice walking around the house in them.  It took a bit getting used to walking in the three inch heels but I got the hang of it pretty quickly.

Mom handed me another bag and I looked inside and took out more panties.  Only these were different than the ones she previously bought me.

“Those are shapewear.  They will help hide your things for you just in case you look a little bulgy.  Besides all girls always have some form of shapewear as part of their wardrobe.”

“Shapewear?  Like in girdle?”

“Similar.  You can try them on later if you wish.” I thanked my mom and headed to the bedroom with the shapewear.

Goto Part 3

[carasspice]

NEVER MESS WITH THE BITCH OF A BOSS.

“Okay, you asked me what I like so don’t be shocked at my answer.”

Fiona turned around as directed by Trent’s hands on her shoulders. Her smile was disappearing slowly, a lump in her throat told her that maybe she shouldn’t have asked the dumb question. She knew it was a risk but questioned whether it was worth taking. Her five years junior sales director had a certain reputation with the ladies whereas her own was a rather stern and sometimes fearsome C.E.O. Right now, however, she had to go on, in her own mind there could only be one winner and she was intent on coming out on top.

This annual Christmas dinner and sales conference had been a challenge, the business needed a boost, it wasn’t flagging as such but needed an injection of something, a spark or piece of magic to recapture the public’s imagination. Whatever it was Trent thought he had the answer but then he always thought he had the answer, Fiona and the Marketing team disagreed having already put their plans into motion. Fiona and Trent had clashed often in the past, usually in private but this time was different. While his vociferous outburst and her equally heated reply in mid-afternoon had left the room in stunned silence, Trent telling her to ‘get a fucking life’ in front of almost one hundred and fifty people had shocked the entire audience.

After dinner Trent was a little merry to put matters politely but allowing herself to be taken back to his room at three a.m. had never been in Fiona’s plans. Throughout the day their discussions had ranged from a few mild comments to raging arguments, continuing over dinner and long into the night with neither one willing to back down and now there she was with her hand on his shoulder discussing exactly that possibility.

“What I like is a beautiful woman who can argue her point and remain calm.”

“Me, remain calm? You think so? You must be fucking joking Trent. I was on the point of tearing you apart this afternoon.”

“I didn’t finish yet Fiona. Calm until pushed over the edge, I love pushing a woman over the edge, seeing, hearing and experiencing so much emotion that I want to fuck her right there in front of everyone.”

“Was that the whole reasoning behind your argument? You had nothing substantial to offer other than to wind me up to the extreme, you arrogant son of a bitch. You went too far and overstepped every mark there is, I won’t forget.”

“But you’re here with me and I’m about to strip that dress from your body, so why? You didn’t come with me to argue and fight. You came to see what I have to offer, what Trent can deliver.”

“As I said, arrogant …”

“Shut up Fiona and let me finish.”

She raised an eyebrow as she continued to stare into his eyes She tilted her head back a little as the back of his cool fingers touched and ran down her spine.

“Okay, so I like a woman with emotions, a feisty woman, I like a dress, fairly tight fitting that shows her curves at their most beautiful. I like a zipper in my fingers as it slides to her bottom. I like the sight of a naked back and to kiss it between her shoulder blades and right where her bra strap would have been.”

She never flinched as his comments continued but knew she had to win the battle.

“Hey boss I like it when I can see the outlined shape of her nipples through her dress. I love it when they are erect because she is a little aroused, a little excited by my touch and hopefully the thought of my cock screwing her pussy in that big bed until breakfast.”

Her eyebrows raised for a second time as she cringed at his words.

“Arrogant fucking bastard Trent, don’t stop now will you?”

“I love it when this beautiful woman calls me an arrogant fucking bastard but she doesn’t run away. I love it when that woman squeezes her beautiful breasts against my body and will be in seventh heaven when her red silk falls to the floor around her ankles. I love it when she stands there in heels, a thong and stockings, knowing that she looks so Goddamn sexy that this guy wants to eat her pussy and will do very soon. I love it when I push my fingers into the sides of that thong and take it from her. Of course I have to check that it is getting damp and that I am doing a little something for her. I love it when it isn’t about me and that I can give her what she wants. Shall I carry on, or would you like to tell me what my beautiful bitch of a boss likes?”

She wrapped her arm tighter around his neck and stared straight into his rich, brown eyes. There was no smile, nothing to give him any indication of exactly what she might like. She chuckled silently to herself and slowly ran her forefinger down his cheek and round his chin.

“Shall I tell you what I like Trent? What I really like?”

“Of course, yes. I want to hear what my bitch of a boss likes, hell yes.”

“I don’t know that you’re tough enough Trent. I doubt that you could take it. After all you are just a little boy, an arrogant bastard of a little boy who thinks he can compete with me. How tough are you?”

“That depends Fiona, what did you have in mind? I’m no little boy as you will see.”

She unfastened two buttons on his white shirt very slowly and drew a finger nail down his chest to the next button.

"So what is it that I need to be tough for? What am I supposed to be unable to take?”

“You couldn’t do it, not a chance.”

“What? You don’t think I could fuck my boss, is that it? You don’t think I have the balls to screw you.”

“No, I don’t doubt that you have the balls and the ability but you don’t know what I like yet. Okay then, let's go, I'll get my bag."

"Ready any time you are Fiona."

They were silent as they took the lift and walked to his room where he closed the door behind her.

“An interesting day Trent, now then I’m obviously not with just any man am I? I’m certainly not just any woman. Come on, lie down. Trent, what I really love is to be in control, can you handle a woman being in complete control?”

“I guess so, like a dominatrix, you mean.”

“Precisely and your answer is … what exactly? Could my Junior Sales Director, who thinks he can just take his boss to bed and fuck with her, be tough enough and man enough to let her take control, complete control of him?”

“You’re the boss Fiona, if that’s what you want.”

“Yes, yes I am and that is just what I want, shall we?”

“Whatever you say Fiona.”

“Right then let’s see. I would love to bind you to the bed, unable to move, blindfold and hood you so that you can’t see me. Once we have that complete, only then will I dress for the occasion. I assume a guy like you would love me in lace or maybe latex or leather, we'll decide in a few minutes.”

“Look Fiona, are you sure about this? You don’t have to do that shit for me, you know why we came here but any of those will be fabulous.”

“Oh I am sure … believe me. Didn’t you say that you wanted to do whatever for me? You did, and this is what I want. If you’re tough enough fine, if not then I can leave any time.” 

She placed her hand firmly in the centre of his chest and pushed him back towards the bed, his feet shuffling as she pulled his trousers and boxers down his legs.

“You look fucking stupid Trent, are you sure you're up for it or not? I’ll whip your ass and screw with your cock as soon as you say ‘Yes Fiona’ … well?”

“Okay, okay.”

She slapped her hand hard across his face.

“Yes Fiona is all I want to hear from now on, understand me Trent?”

“Yes Fiona.”

“Good, good.”

She laughed as she tore the last two shirt buttons open, threw his gold cuff-links across the room and stripped it from his arms.

“Better Trent? Lie down and hands above your head, say ‘Yes Fiona’.”

“Yes Fiona.”

From her bag she took a couple of short chains with leather straps, fastened them to his wrists and to the bedside tables. 

“You always carry this stuff with you? No wonder you have an enormous bag.”

His question and comment just earned another heavy slap to his face, her fingers leaving red marks on his cheek.

“Yes Fiona, you will not say anything else. Do you understand?”

“Yes Fiona.”

She left his trousers around his ankles and fastened more restraints to his legs and the foot of the bed.

“Are you sure you’re tough and man enough for this Trent?” she asked as she slipped her dress to the floor and moved to place her legs either side of his before her lips barely brushed against his.

“Yes Fiona.”

“Good, good, we'll go for lace shall we?”

"Oh my God yes please."

She placed the blindfold over his eyes, fixed a muffler over his mouth and followed with a thick hood over his head.

“Five minutes Trent and we’ll see how tough you are.”

“Yes Fiona.”

Fiona brushed her hair back, smiled to herself and walked back towards the window and picked up her dress.

“I have a tiny white lace thong with elbow length white lace gloves Trent, no need for you to comment, I know you'll like it all. My dress fits like a glove as you have already commented, shows off my breasts and nipples perfectly, don’t you think? You may answer.”

“Yes Fiona, perfect.” he mumbled.

“Ah yes, but hey that was good, very good, you’re learning.” 

She finished dressing, walked towards the door and took a long look around the room only stopping to pick up his cell phone, car keys and office pass from the table. 

“See you sometime Trent. Don’t bother coming back to your office as I'll see that your belongings are all sent on. Oh, and I’ll take your next mumbled words as the start of your one month’s notice to quit. I’d hate to have to fire you Trent. Fuck with your boss? You don’t have a clue. I knew you weren’t strong enough, not in the mind at least. Don’t get up, I’ll see myself out.”

His arms and legs struggled and kicked against their bindings but he was going nowhere.

“What? Let me out of these things, what the hell are you talking about?” His mumbled words were just about audible causing her to laugh at his discomfort or embarrassment, whichever it was.

“Yes Fiona, wasn’t that how you were supposed to respond? Trent darling, you think you can argue with me in front of your colleagues, my employees and managers? Ha, I’ve fired tougher and better people than you will ever be. How dare you call me names and tell me to get a fucking life. What do you think gives you the right to speak to me that way? Please don’t bother to reply, I really don’t give a shit. I’ll have my secretary call your wife tomorrow, she’ll have far too much to do today. I assume Mrs O’Dell will be happy to see you.”

“Bitch, don’t you dare, you can’t do any of this.”

“Pardon me? Did you mutter something Trent? No? Ah well.”

She took the ‘Do Not Disturb’ notice, hung it on the door handle and returned to her own room with a big smile on her face.

By 8:30 she was in the conference room waiting for her ‘team’ to arrive and settle into their seats. One by one she greeted each of them with a good morning and their names. To Fiona, knowing her team was critical, she made a point of knowing each one in great detail, their families, hobbies, and their work ethics.

“Ladies and gentlemen, good morning one and all, you may have noticed that one and all is actually one fewer than at this time yesterday. You may recall a rather heated discussion with my Junior Sales Director yesterday afternoon and no doubt you will recall his words and my numerous responses throughout the day and evening. A number of you were present in the early hours when I permitted Mr Trent O’Dell to take me back to his room, no doubt he will have been enthusiastically boasting that he could take me back and give his bitch of a boss a good fucking. Oh yes, I’m certain he will have made that claim and let me further assure you that he never got remotely close to his ill perceived ambition.”

The room was a mix of stunned faces, a few sniggers and plenty of embarrassed looking faces as Fiona took a sip of water.

“Mister O’Dell has advised me of his intention to resign his position with immediate effect. He will be tied up for a while and out of contact for a few days but no doubt will have some of your details on his personal phone. I would remind you all of the secrecy documents you completed on your recruitment and would add a reminder that ‘no-one fucks with the bitch of a boss’. Ladies and gentlemen we have a business to run, shall we get on?”

[savannahsdeath]

savannaaaahh!! i LOOOVE your writing!! and i think everyone knows ellie is a totally boob girl, soo, i was wondering if you can write something about reader using a shirt that shows she wasn’t using a bra, and ellie being a total loser about it (ellie's silly and clumsy way and how she would be %&:^*{€¥)

anoooonnn !!! i LOVE you!! thank you ml and awhazjxjd you r so right im so obsessed with silly clumsy ellie . also sorry this is just short hcs but i like making hcs lately so...... also 18+!! suggestive and mentions of ellie wanting to .. you know guys

ellie who immediately notices your lack of bra. not that she looks beyond the neckline of your shirt everytime you meet but— well, she does. her mouth hangs open and her tongue uncontrollably shifts all the time, licking her lips which are magically getting dry every second and it's totally not because of your a little see-through shirt.

ellie whose eyes drift down and she really, really tries to look away everytime she catches herself doing it again. but it takes too much of self control, so she steals a glance every four seconds.

ellie who, whenever she notices that you look away, disgustingly stares at your boobs. she doesn't even try to hide it and she totally forgets that she should listen to you, out of good manners at least.

ellie who just can't pay attention to your words when she's busy imagining how you'd look while she's pounding her strap into you, and that's when you look back at her, catching her red handed. you click your tongue, waiting for her to answer your question, but her lack of response doesn't surprise you. "ellie, i'm here." you pointed at your face before straightening up your shirt, what made the outlines of your boobs only more visible.

ellie who gets so embarrased, because she realizes what she's been thinking of the entire time, and she came to a conclusion that it's not what friends think about each other. "yeah, i know. i wasn't—" she looked at a text printed on your shirt in a little, blue font, on the left corner, right above your chest. she pointed at it with her chin, knowing her fingers are too shaky to use. "i was just reading this."

ellie who stays silent when you cover the text with your hand and ask her what's it about. "dementia at such a young age?" you taunted, but quickly let it go. "c'mon ellie, i really don't mind. just don't lie to me next time." you patted her shoulder and walked past her, holding back a laugh at her nervous and stunned behavior.

ellie who mutters a "shit— 's stupid. so, so stupid" and has to take a deep breath before catching up with you.

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[visibun]

^^ I've been wearing a new (women's) shirt lately that happens to show off a lot of my collar/chest, and since I felt hot, I went to grab my collar to fan myself off.

I looked down my shirt, and not only do I have chest sweat... but I also have a good deal of cleavage going on right now (which is apparently where all of that sweat is located). Enough to make a gap between my breasts in this bra.

Finally. My she/theys are coming through, and I plan to keep making that everyone else's problem when they come in and see me being openly trans with an obviously-woman's shirt and sports bra on (since the straps keep being visible past the top opening, and you can kinda see the bottom border of the bra through the shirt outline, so it's clearly not a tank top), and with a good deal of my chest just casually out. This much visible chest is making people actually look at my name tag, since they can't help but notice the gap and then the things that I have situated right next to it (tag + trans flag heart pin).

This even made someone with a MAGA hat shirt pin call me "Vivian," and not just "sir" like I was expecting. That's actually incredible, if I'm being honest.

I feel so goddamn powerful right now.

[mysticmellowlove]

a/n; i dropped my goddamn tablets on the ground and now i'm sleeping an unhealthy amount. it's not the vibe. not to mention i feel dead on my feet. soooo not the vibe. also i'm still one day behind, fumin'

warnings; sub male, dom reader, gn reader, lingerie, feminisation, degradation

word count; 658

Your boy sat in front of you, his legs tucked under him. Your eyes drank up the scene greedily, the lacy lingerie he had dressed himself in pulled all your attention. It was a mix of straps, crossing over his chest as lace concealed his nipples.

Then it dropped past his stomach, showing the outline of his cock through the flimsy fabric. The light shade draped him in a sort of sick innocence. At your intent gaze he grew self conscious, his hands tightening into fists at his side.

"Look at you, my boy is so cute." You tried to calm him down a little with sugared words, which did their job as he seemed to relax a little into the straps of the lingerie. Your hands went out to smooth down one of the straps holding the cups of the bra up, feeling the soft fabric in your hands before letting it snap back onto his skin.

A hiss left his mouth as the skin reddened.

Next your fingers trailed down to the laced up cups covering his nipples. Your hands wrapped around them, dwarfing the small size easily. It was mostly padding but he reacted as if it was his own chest under there.

"Your tits don't even fill out the cups." A snide grin left your mouth as your fingers slipped under the padding, running over his steadily hardening buds as his face scrunched up.

Small breaths left him as you circled his nipple.

After that you grabbed his waist and pulled him forwards, meeting him in the middle and pressing a searing kiss to his neck. His own hands wrapped around your neck and drew you in closer, trying to feel you desperately. As you left little nibbles on the skin there your fingers dared to go lower, brushing over the outline of his cock.

A shuddery sigh left him as he leant into your touch, his weariness about the situation completely gone.

Teasingly you pulled the underwear down, letting the lace drag over his cock head as you did, stimulating him as you bit harder into his neck. As you pulled back and tossed the underwear to the side you looked at the darkening bruise on his neck.

"Already hard for me? Such a dirty boy aren't you, you like this even if you were so shy about it just before." With his pride out the window he only nodded eagerly, waiting for you to touch him in the way that he wanted. Of course you did exactly that, gliding your fingers around the head of his cock as you gathered up the precum there. Using it as a substitute for lube you began to jerk him off, languidly as you kept eye contact with him.

His face flushed a bright red as his head tossed back, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth as your hand moved on him. Seeing that he wasn't able to face you at the moment you focused your attention on his cock instead. With a small squeeze his head flopped back down, his hands going to muffle the sounds coming from his mouth.

You readjusted yourself on the bed next to him, beginning to move your hand at a more rigorous pace.

"Such an easy slut huh, one touch on your dick and you fall apart in front of me." A laugh left your mouth as his mouth grit. He looked scornfully at you for a moment before his façade snapped. You looked at him knowingly as his hips snapped up trying to match your pace.

"As I suspected." You drawled, grabbing the back of his neck and slamming your lips on his. Moments later he cried into your mouth as he came. You pulled back as you felt the cum on your hand, raising it up to his face so he could lick it off.

"Such a slut." And he did exactly that.

[themissusmarvel]

Control

Bucky Barnes x Reader

(Intended to be a one-shot, but my besties want more so there may be a Part 2…)

Content is 18+, contains smut because I am loving writing it right now.

Warnings: shirtless Bucky (hehehe), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, teasing, super light bondage

Summary: Bucky has been teasing you all day with dirty texts, and he isn’t done with you yet

"What a fucking tease," you growled.

Bucky had been sending you dirty texts all day. This morning they were pretty tame. But as it got closer and closer to the end of your shift, he started getting absolutely filthy.

I love when you lose control as you cum.

Are your nipples hard for me baby?

I can't wait to spread your legs and see how wet you are for me.

My cock is so hard waiting for you.

You groaned at the thought of Bucky's thick length. And his fingers. And his mouth. Fucking shit, is it time to go home yet?

As soon as the clock struck 6, you grabbed your bag and nearly ran to your car to get home. You were desperate to see Bucky after he had been teasing you all day. What was he going to do to you? The anticipation was driving you crazy.

You speedily drove home and pulled up into the driveway. Bucky's truck was there, and the faint glow in the windows told you he was inside the house waiting. You bit your lip and clenched your thighs together at the thought of him being just up the stairs and inside the door. So close, but not anywhere near close enough.

Taking a deep breath, you parked the car, grabbed your bag, and got out of the vehicle, slamming the door shut behind you. You made a few quick steps to the front door, turned the knob and entered calling out his name.

"Bucky?" You shut the door behind you and dropped your bag on the floor.

You heard some muffled footsteps, and looked up as he appeared in the hallway. Bucky was shirtless, his metal arm glinting in the dim light. His erection was straining against the fabric of his grey sweatpants, and you instantly felt your body start to warm with arousal.

"Welcome home, doll. I've been waiting for you."

You smirked. "I see that. And I also see someone is ready for me."

You sauntered towards him, kicking off your shoes. As you stood before him, you traced the outline of his hard cock outside of his pants. His breath caught at the light touch, and you watched his slick tongue swipe his bottom lip, only to then be pulled between his teeth.

"Don't tease me, doll." He said, his voice deep with desire."

"You started it." You hummed, this time giving his length a gentle squeeze.

Bucky growled, and swept out your legs from under you, throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. You shrieked at the sudden disorientation, then giggled at your super soldier boyfriend. His metal arm was holding you securely in his grip, so you couldn't wriggle free.

He gave you a slap on the ass, and you let out a little yelp. He chuckled. "Let me show you how to really tease, doll."

Bucky gently laid you on the bed and stood over you with a smirk on his gorgeous face. "Now, be a good girl and I'll let you cum."

You brought in a sharp intake of breath. Oh god, he knew your biggest weakness was him praising you. And as much as you wanted to be punished tonight, him building you up all day made you desperate for release.

Reaching for the hem of your shirt, you started to pull it up over your body, but Bucky stopped you by placing his hands over yours. "Allow me, doll."

You nodded, and moved your hands so he could start the process of undressing you. He started by removing your t-shirt, then your jeans. Bucky stepped back to admire your body. You could feel his heated gaze raking over your skin.

"You're beautiful," he murmured. You blushed at his statement, and arched your back inviting him to remove your bra.

He obliged, letting his fingers slide over your shoulders and down your arms as he removed the straps. You shivered at the sensation. Oh no, he really was torturing you tonight.

Bucky then hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, and removed them, throwing them to the side of the room. He moaned at the sight of you bare before him. You started to sit up to touch him but he grabbed your wrists.

"I don't think so, doll. Lay back."

You looked at him with a confused expression, and he laughed. "I've been teasing you all day, and I'm not done with you yet."

He took your wrists and lifted them above your head, securing them with his metal hand. The feeling of the cool metal on your heated skin sent goosebumps down your arms. Bucky reached into his bedside cabinet, and pulled out a silk tie.

"Now hold still." He ordered.

You waited as he wrapped the tie around your hands and knotted it around the bed frame.

"Mm, that's my good girl. You ready?"

Nodding, you felt him run his hands, one cool and one warm, down the length of your arms, to eventually settle on your hips. Bucky lowered his face to yours, and you saw his eyes twinkle with mischief. He had something wicked planned. And you couldn't wait.

He softly took your lips with his, kissing you slowly. You could feel his erection pressing into your thigh, and cheekily rubbed against him. Bucky pulled away and gave your lip a gentle bite.

"Maybe not such a good girl. Be careful or I'd have to punish you." He winked and gave you one last searing kiss.

Bucky started to slowly move down your body. Swirling his tongue around a spot and leaving a soft kiss. When he reached your breasts, he placed one in each hand, the difference in temperature being absolutely electric.

He pulled your left nipple into his mouth, the tip of his tongue dancing around the sensitive bud, then released it. Bucky did the same with your right nipple. You could feel your arousal building in your sex, knowing that was where he was headed.

Licking and kissing down your stomach, you felt the weight of him slowly leaving you and the bed. You lifted your head to see Bucky once again standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes hooded with lust.

"Spread your legs, doll," he said, his voice deep and raspy, "I want to see how turned on I made you."

You whimpered at the deep tone of his voice, and slowly parted your thighs, showing him that you were glistening with arousal and dying for him to continue pleasuring you.

Bucky bit his lip at the sight and lifted his metal hand, sliding a finger through your slick folds. You cried out, being so sensitive and his finger being so cold.

His eyes flicked up to you, pulling against your bonds and your body desperate for him.

"You look so beautiful tied up. Just a little longer, doll. You're being so good."

Bucky's finger swept through you once more, and you tried to grind down on his digit, but he pulled away before you could. He knelt down in front of you, and you could feel his warm breath against your cunt. Oh god.

One lick. With a flattened tongue he went through your pussy once and then moved to start kissing the inside of your right thigh. You whined at the loss of him, and he gave your skin a little nip.

"Last warning, or else you're not coming at all tonight. I'll play until I'm done with you."

You bit the inside of your lip to stop yourself from moaning. Fuck it was hot when he was in this mood. He is in total control of you, and you adored every second.

He finally made it down to your ankle, and he switched to your left leg, creeping his way back up to your aching core.

You soon felt him give a gentle breath onto you, a cool shock that made you arch your back and cry out his name.

"Mm, I love it when you say my name, doll."

Bucky winked at you, and then there he was again. Licking a stripe through your cunt to watch you writhe on the bed. He draped his metal arm over your hips, keeping you where he wanted you.

He made intricate circles around your clit, then sucked it into his mouth, his tongue still rubbing against it. Little moans and sighs fell out of your mouth as he pleasured you. Bucky's mouth always knew exactly what to do with your pussy.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire as your orgasm started to build. Hearing your breathing become more rapid, Bucky slid a warm finger into you, and you whimpered as the feeling started to push you over the edge.

"Come for me, good girl."

With his words and one last suck on your clit and you cried out in ecstasy, screaming Bucky's name and pulling hard against the silk tie.

He continued slowly licking and kissing you as he helped you ride out your release. Once your breathing slowed back to normal, he pulled his finger from you and lifted his head to meet your eyes.

He smiled. "I'm no where near done with you yet, doll."