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thegettingbyp2 · 5 months ago

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your recent Jess imagine was so good! Could you do an alternative version where it’s the fem readers first time? 🤭 like where Jess is sweet and considering at first and then it gets really passionate

Are You Sure

The feeling of Jess’ lips on your neck had every and all thoughts leaving your head; the only thing you could focus on was the combination of the marks you knew he was leaving on your neck and the way his hands felt as they settled on your waist, holding you against him. It wasn’t until his hips started grinding against yours that you came back to your senses. ‘Jess,’ you murmured into his hair, smiling when you heard him hum happily in response, not moving his lips away from you. ‘We should probably stop.’

Your words had Jess moving off of you instantly, never wanting to do anything that would make you uncomfortable and you felt another surge of love run through your body. ‘Are you okay? I didn’t take it too far or anything?’

‘I don’t think you took it far enough,’ you replied quietly, feeling your cheeks flush as you looked over at him shyly.

‘What?’ he asked, chuckling slightly as he tried to work out if you’d said what you’d said.

‘I said,’ you emphasised, moving to throw your leg over his lap until you were straddling him, his back pressed against the headboard as his hands automatically settled at your waist, ‘that I don’t think you took far enough,’ you leant down to whisper in his ear, grinding your hips down slightly against him, making his fingers clench down on your hips. ‘That’s if you want to,’ you quickly backpedalled, getting nervous when Jess didn’t respond.

‘(Y/N), I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you,’ Jess said, making you flush deeper, slapping his chest lightly. ‘But I need to know if you definitely want this. Because if you’re saying this just because you think this is what I want, baby, then - ’

‘I want this,’ you interrupted him, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. ‘I want you, Jess, please,’ you added with another grind of your hips against him as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Jess’ hands moved down to cup your ass, pulling your harder against him, making a gasp fall from your lips that had smugness filling Jess’s body. His forehead fell against your shoulder, his lips pressing soft kisses to your collarbone as you began to move your hips more against him, small whimpers escaping your throat at the feeling. ‘So fucking good, baby, and we haven’t even taken anything off yet.’

‘Well, why don’t you fix that,’ you teased, lifting his head up to press your lips against his. Jess’ hands slid from your ass up your back as he groaned against your lips before he slid the straps of your dress down your arms, pulling the top down until your breasts were revealed to him. His eyes moved from your breasts back up to your eyes, silently asking for permission which you granted with a small nod of your head.

As soon as he’d got confirmation, Jess leaned in to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, suckling softly, making your hands fly into his hair, keeping him held against you. One of his hands came up to toy with your other nipple while the other settled on your hip, drawing gentle circles through your dress. You felt your body still when Jess’ hand moved from your hip to your thigh, his fingers curling around the inside of your thigh as they began to inch higher.

‘You okay?’ he asked, taking his lips off of you and lifting his head up to look at you.

‘Yeah,’ you replied, smiling at him as your let your hands rest on his shoulders, squeezing slightly. ‘Can we get rid of this?’ you asked shyly, tugging at his t-shirt.

‘Yeah?’ he asked, smirking up at you before, in a flash, you found yourself on your back with your head resting on the pillows. Not taking his eyes off of you, Jess was quick to pull his t-shirt off of his body, barely giving you a moment to admire him before he draped himself over your body, burying his head in your neck as he began to roll his hips against you.

It was you who began hiking the skirt of your dress up your thighs, gasping when you felt the rough material of his jeans grind against your now bare clit. Hearing the change in your tone, Jess moved his hand up your thigh, groaning in your ear when he realised that you weren’t wearing any panties and he realised just how wet you were underneath him. ‘Fuck, baby, no panties?’

‘I told you I wanted this,’ you replied, grinning at him.

‘You’re gonna fucking kill me, baby,’ Jess murmured, reaching down with one hand to push his jeans down his leg, kicking them off and you heard them hit the floor with a dull thud. Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt his cock grind against you as his hand moved to your pussy, slowly pushing a finger into you. ‘So fucking wet.’

‘Jess, I’m ready,’ you insisted, moving your hips against him, growing needier and needier.

‘I don’t want to hurt you, I’ve need to make sure that - ’

‘Jess,’ you whined, interrupting him and cupping his neck in both of your hands. ‘I’ve been ready for this for a while now, you’re not going to hurt me. Please, if you don’t do anything soon I’m going to die!’

Jess couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping his lips both from your words and the way you were looking at him. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked, turning serious again when he remembered that this was going to be your first time and that you were trusting him with something as huge as that.

‘I’m sure,’ you reassured him, reaching down between your bodies to gently wrap your hand around his cock, lining him up at your entrance. ‘Please,’ you whispered, looking into his eyes as he carefully but steadily pushed into you. You turned your head to the side, trying to hide the tears that pooled in your eyes from Jess only to feel his fingers lightly grasp your chin, turning you back to look at him.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ he asked, his voice gruff, hating the fact he was hurting you, even if you both knew it was only for a little while.

‘No,’ you replied instantly, your tone almost panicked at the thought of Jess stopping. ‘Keep going, please.’

‘It’ll stop soon, baby, promise,’ Jess murmured, lowering his body onto yours as he pushed in the rest of the way, stilling inside you to give you time to adjust, peppering your cheek and jaw with soft kisses.

After a couple of moments, you felt yourself clench around him, causing a groan to leave Jess’ lips. ‘Move,’ you said softly and that was all Jess needed to hear before he started a gentle but steady pace in and out. You brought your legs up to wrap around his waist, sighing when you felt one of his hands reach down to wrap around your thigh as his other hand wrapped around yours, pressing you deeper into the mattress.

It wasn’t long before you felt Jess’ hips speeding up slightly, his groans louder in your ears before he pulled out of you at the last second, cumming on your stomach, leaving the both of you panting in the quiet room.

‘Shit,’ Jess said when he realised what he’d done, ‘baby, I’m so sorry,’ he started, only to be cut off from you.

‘For what? Jess, that was amazing!’

‘I didn’t wait for you to cum, baby.’

‘I read online that most girls don’t cum the first time. You can always make it up to me the second time,’ you said, smirking up at him slightly, making him raise his eyebrows at you suggestively.

‘So, there’s going to be a second time, (Y/L/N)?’ he asked, using your surname teasingly.

‘You bet there is, Mariano,’ you replied, grinning at him. All of a sudden, you felt Jess grab your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he kissed down your body. ‘What are you doing?’ you asked, laughter filling your voice.

‘Time for round two,’ he said simply, grinning devilishly at you from between your legs.

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badgerbl00d · 1 year ago

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taking an aphrodisiac and seeing who gives in first

☆ characters: ace, law, kidd

☆ up next: running into your ex ft. zoro

☆ summary: you take an aphrodisiac together and decide to throw in a competitive edge ; smutty, minimal plot oops

☆ a/n: this is a reupload- the original was deleted for some reason :(; requests are opened and being worked on! enjoy <3

☆ 18+, mdni

ace

You waited until everyone was asleep to make your way over to Ace’s room. The two of you had decided it would probably be best to not say anything to anyone for a while, at least until you both had more time to get used to being together.

It still sent shivers down your spine to think about the fact that you were actually dating.

You knocked on his door, using the knocking pattern he’d taught you exactly the way he’d insisted you did.

“Ace, that’s dumb,” you’d insisted.

“No- I-I’m serious! What if I answer the door naked and Marco’s the one who knocked?”

“Why the hell would you be answering the door naked at all?”

“Well, you know ‘cause it’s, like, sexy.”

You stared at him and decided it would be best to just do a stupid secret knock.

“...Okay what’s the knock.”

“Haha! Yes! Ok, so knock once, and then twice really fast- like da-dum, OK?”

“Alright,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Good. Then you’re gonna drumroll on the door for like three whole seconds. After that alternate between left and right twice and then-”

“Ace I’m just gonna knock three times, ok?”

He rolled his eyes, “Fine.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You waited for a few seconds before Ace opened the door for you.

He pulled you in for a kiss, a boyish smile plastered on his face.

“My knock would’ve been better.”

You giggled and followed him to his bed, pulling out the chocolate.

The two of you had been sent shopping earlier and came across a stall selling ‘enhanced’ chocolate. After some inquiry, you discovered it was an aphrodisiac, supposed to increase libido.

You and Ace bought it, giggling like schoolgirls, and decided you’d try it tonight.

“So we just eat it and… bang?”

“Yes, Ace, we eat it and bang.”

“I meant like bang, boom, y’know?”

Well, I meant it like sex. “Here,” you broke the candy in half and handed it to him.

“Hold on, hold on,” he sat down next to you and pulled you onto his lap, placing a flurry of kisses on your cheek before continuing, “Wanna make it more interesting?”

“Depends what you have in mind.”

“Let’s make a bet- See who lasts longer without giving in.”

You perked up at this.

“What will I get when I win?”

He laughed, “ ‘When?’ I think you mean if. Don’t get overconfident, cutie. How about… I will take you shopping for anything you want.”

“Deal.”

Ace grabbed half of the chocolate and popped it into his mouth, and you followed suit.

He put on a kids' show you both liked in the background, it was a cute one about a boy and his stretchy dog. He said it reminded him of him and his brothers. The two of you got comfortable on the bed, you sat leaned up against a mountain of pillows, and Ace laid on you, head resting on your thighs.

You played with his hair while he rubbed your legs, as you slowly started to feel the effects of the drug.

You could tell Ace had started to feel it as soon as he started squirming.

When he turned over, his stomach against yours, and started to kiss your chest and tummy, you knew you’d won.

“About that bet…” he said.

“Already?! You didn’t even try! Go sit over there.”

“I’m sorry you’re just so beautiful and soft and I’m so hard it’s starting to hurt.”

You giggled and pulled down the straps of your shirt to tease him.

“You want this?”

He nodded eagerly. So cute.

He reached behind you and unhooked your bra, tossing it on the floor.

He watched as your boobs bounced out, and with his hands around your waist, took one into his mouth.

“A-ah, Ace,” you panted as his warm mouth enveloped your nipple.

The hot, sticky wetness of his tongue felt so, so good. Your resolve immediately crumbled and you caved to his touch.

He sucked slightly harder, his teeth gently closing around it.

“Ace,” you whined, your hands finding their way up his back and into his hair.

His hands were wrapped around his waist and he was laying on top of you, lined up so that his hardening dick was against your thigh.

You felt a sudden burst of warmth emanate from his hands, sending a violently pleasurable shiver up your spine. He knew you loved when he involved his devil fruit abilities into your sexual encounters.

You not-so-gently pulled on his hair as your back arched into his tongue that was persistently lapping at your sensitive nipple.

He pulled away with a pop.

“M-more, Ace,” you breathed, “I want more.”

He sat up on his knees and clumsily fumbled with his pants, failing to untie the knot at the front.

“Let me help,” you said, reaching up to untie it for him.

You made eye contact with him as you pulled down his sweats, slipping a finger into the band of his boxers.

He took in a shaky breath, his lips parted in awe.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?”

You didn’t respond and instead pulled down his boxers.

He was very long and pleasantly thick.

You felt yourself getting even wetter at the memory of how he stretched you out last time.

Ace didn’t shave either, you figured he was far too impatient but it was something you absolutely loved.

You wrapped your lips around him, slowly working your way to the base, spit coating his dick.

He placed a gentle hand in your hair, guiding you along with him as he laid back down on the bed.

He gathered your hair into a messy ponytail and slowly bobbed your head up and down and up and down against his length- hissing as your tongue slid up his length and swirled around the tip with every movement.

“F-feels so good,” he said.

You moaned against him, earning an involuntary shudder from your boyfriend.

You wrapped a hand around him, lightly squeezing his spit-soaked cock.

“N-no, no, no, too much,” he whined, “Gonna cum!”

You started to move your head faster and were abruptly pulled off of him.

“Let me fuck you first, princess, ‘m gonna cum if you keep going.”

You sighed but relented.

“That’s the goal, baby,” you said, straddling his hips, and placing your hands on his chest.

“Then let me cum in you,” he begged.

You lowered yourself down onto his length as he held himself in place for you, moaning as you felt that familiar stretch.

“F-fuck,” you breathed, “You feel so good- So big.”

“Yeah? You like this position?”

He started to move his hips, fucking up into you.

“Y-yes, Ace- Fuck! Oh, my god, d-don’t stop!”

Your breathless moans were more than enough to get him up to a delicious pace.

You pressed hot, wet kisses to his mouth, welcoming the abnormally warm sensation in your tummy.

You knew your boyfriend ran hot and it was the most unexpectedly wonderful thing about having sex with him.

You were sweating, covered with water droplets that were running down your body.

Ace’s hands dug into you, wet smacking sounds filling the room as you both got closer and closer.

You cried out with every thrust, and Ace’s head was completely fogged with euphoria.

Your stomach was twisting and tensing with pleasure, and you rapidly tapped Ace’s chest to let him know you were close.

He brought an arm up to your throat, gently closing his hand around it.

You grabbed onto his forearm and pulsed around him wildly as you finished all over him.

With a few more thrusts his hips started to twitch and you could tell by his erratic pace that he was close.

“G-gonna cum, baby- Gonna cum!”

You tightened around Ace’s cock, and felt the sudden hot spurts of cum filling you up.

When he was finished, he brushed your hair out of your face and gently tucked it behind your ears before lifting you up to pull out.

His cum leaked out of you and all over his thighs.

You laid down onto him, your sticky, sweaty bodies breathing in sync.

He rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head.

You started giggling and he joined in.

You slowly sat up and pressed a kiss to Ace’s sweaty forehead before collapsing onto the bed next to him.

He sighed and grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over yours.

“Wanna know something?” he said.

“Hm.”

“I love you!”

“I love you more! Do you wanna know something?”

“Always,” he said.

“You lose.”

kidd

“Kidd! Hurry up,” you called him into your bedroom.

You were sitting in bed, the covers messily thrown around you.

He walked into the room, his towel wrapped loosely around his waist, just barely dried off.

He still had his lipstick on, not having bothered to take it off, it was smudged messily around his lips.

Water beads were running down his chest and arms, and he smelled like lavender and shampoo.

He loved watching you get ready for bed and had started timing his showers so that he could be in the bathroom at the same time as you.

Something about the routine was so domestic- it made him feel warm inside. He’d never admit it out loud but by the third time he had made it a point to have all his work done so he could shower with you, you’d put two and two together.

He was completely entranced watching you take off your makeup, brush your hair, put on lotion like you always did, and, of course, watching you change. He’d offer to ‘help’ though, in reality, he just wanted an excuse to have his hands on you.

He sat next to you on the bed, reaching over to grab a pair of gray sweatpants you’d set out for him.

You sat on your knees, wearing an old torn-up t-shirt of his.

In your hands were two small pieces of chocolate, that you and Kidd had been eagerly waiting to eat.

“I'm here, darlin’,” he said, getting up to put on his pants.

“Won’t be needing those,” you giggled.

He turned to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“Ready?”

You kissed him, gently biting his bottom lip.

“That eager, hm?”

Kidd reached for one of the chocolates in your hand, which you moved out of his reach.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, hold on,” you were greeted with an eye roll, “I wanna make a bet.”

Impatience had been starting to show itself on his face until the word ‘bet’ fell from your lips.

His competitiveness outweighed his short attention span.

“What kind of bet, love?”

A devilish smile spread on your face, easily Kidd’s favorite of your many expressions, “I think you’re going to be so pathetically desperate that you’ll give in before I even feel it.”

He laughed, and your stomach twisted in anticipation at the way he looked at you after.

“Deal, baby, but what am I gonna get when I win?”

“Whatever you want.”

You blinked up at him, and he felt his dick twitch in his pants.

His confidence momentarily faltered, before he snatched a chocolate out of your hand and ate it as he made his way out of the room toward his office.

“I’ll be in there, baby. Working.”

You lay down on your side of the bed and waved him off, grabbing your book from your nightstand.

You knew five minutes in that you were destined for failure. You tried to focus on the book but the lines were blurring into one another and all you could think of was how Kidd’s hands felt when they were around your throat, or smacking your ass, or pulling you closer into him by your waist.

After an excruciating twenty minutes of resisting the pooling wetness in between your thighs, you swallowed your pride and made your way to Kidd’s office.

You lightly knocked before walking in, blushing from embarrassment.

Kidd sat in his office chair, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, beckoning you toward him with a few pats to his lap.

If you weren’t so achingly desperate to feel that hand grabbing and squeezing you, you would’ve given him a piece of your mind for calling you to him like a dog.

Yet, like a dog, you obeyed and made your way toward him tail tucked between your legs.

You were dressed in nothing but the t-shirts and a pair of black and white polka dot panties.

He pulled you onto his lap once you were close enough and you straddled him, sinking your lips eagerly into his, his lipstick smudging across both of your faces.

He loved seeing you like that- he took a guilty pleasure in seeing you marked up, be it by his lipstick or hickeys he wanted to see you completely covered.

Pulling away from the kiss to look at your lover, you suddenly became very aware of his hardening erection that was pushed snugly against your pussy.

It dawned on you now that had you stuck it out even just a few more minutes you probably would’ve won the bet. But that was the last thing on your mind and all you could think of now was the feeling of familiar hardness against your lower half.

A breath caught in your throat and your own arousal started to soak through your panties.

You could feel your heartbeat pulsing in your clit, the throbbing sensation starting to overwhelm you.

You pawed at his chest, desperate for some kind of give, and slowly started circling your hips against him.

“You like feeling my dick against ya? Hm?”

He patted your cheek lightly when you didn’t answer and you nodded.

“You want more?”

You nodded again, more enthusiastically this time.

He slapped your face- a little harder this time.

“I want to hear you say it,” he reminded you, holding your face in one hand, your cheeks squished together.

“Y-yesh, captain, want more,” you moaned, picking up the pace of your grinding against his lap.

“Sit up for me baby,” he said.

You did, raising your ass from his thighs.

He pushed your panties to the side and ran a cold, metal finger up your slit, gathering your slick arousal onto it.

“Ah! Please, Kidd, please. I’ve already lost, so don’t tease!”

He laughed at your desperation, “Quit whinin’ sweetheart, gimme a sec.”

He pulled the waistline of his sweatpants down and his cock sprang up, lying flat against his abdomen.

The tip was flushed pink and dribbling pre-cum.

Tentatively, you wrapped your small hand around the base and lightly pumped up and down.

Kidd made no complaints so you moved your hand with more vigor.

Your thumb swiped at the leaking slit on his head and used the arousal to pump him faster, earning heavenly moans to fall on your ears.

“Just like that, Y/n.”

You bit your bottom lip and bent down slightly to start pressing wet kisses to his throat as you pleased him.

You worked your way up to his jaw, and pulled away to look up at him.

He was in complete euphoria, his head leaning back against the chair, neck completely exposed to you.

You watched as his chest rose and fell, in sync with every up and down motion of your hand.

You slowly started to get yourself down from his lap- and his head shot up.

“Oi, oi, where’re ya goin’?”

“Shh, baby, just let me make you feel good.”

You could tell he didn’t like this at all, he was always in control.

He told you when to cum, where to lick, what to do, and this was driving him insane.

But the pleasure coursing through his body left his brain feeling too good to question anything.

You knelt down on the floor in front of him and guided his hand to your hair, which he gladly held up.

“I see,” he mused, a smile spreading on his face, “In that case, go ahead, darlin’.”

You wrapped both hands around the base of his extraordinarily thick cock, bringing the tip towards your already extended tongue.

Your hands worked in unison with your mouth, pumping him while you licked up and down his head.

When he was sufficiently worked up you enclosed your mouth over the smallest amount possible, gathering spit in your mouth.

It dribbled down the underside of his cock, providing you with the necessary lubrication to take him down your throat.

You started slow- Kidd was big and you knew you had to warm up before taking all of him.

His grip on your hair tightened as your tongue licked the underside of his shaft, and your lips wrapped around the rest of him.

His breathing was getting faster and curses were spilling out of his throat.

You finally took him to the base, your nose getting buried in his pubes.

You gagged and your eyes started to water, but Kidd held your head in place.

“F-fuck, shh, shh, breathe baby, breathe,” Kidd shuddered out, “Just like that, oh, good girl.”

Tears started falling from your eyes as your Captain sat back up, and started to slowly pump himself in and out of your mouth.

You could tell by the twitching and tensing of his dick that he was getting close, and your own arousal was starting to drip down your legs.

You sharply inhaled with every thrust he gave, holding onto his thighs to try and support yourself.

“So good f’me,” he panted, “Gonna cum soon.”

You moaned against him as he fucked your mouth, gently cupping his balls in one hand.

“Fuck!”

With no warning you found yourself swallowing hot spurts of cum.

“MM! Mmf mm mmm-” KIDD! Don’t do that-

He interrupted you with a loud laugh, “Sorry darlin’ I couldn’t help it.”

You swallowed and Kidd lifted you back up onto his lap, wrapping strong arms back around your waist.

You pulled aside your panties, letting your flooding arousal pour onto him.

You sat up on your knees, letting him rub his length up and down your slit, before slipping the head in.

You winced as you lowered your hips down, taking him fully.

He pushed up into you once he had bottomed out, earning a generous moan from you- music to his ears.

His hands tightened around your waist as he started to bounce you up and down, you were so wet that every slight movement was audible and filled the room with the sticky, wet sounds of you sucking him in.

He slid in and out of you so easily, and you were so tender that it wasn’t long until you were close.

With every kiss of his tip against your g-spot the coil in your stomach tightened, a strong, delicious tension pressed against the spot right beneath your tummy.

The steady smack, smack, smack that had started to fill the room clouded your thinking and you were completely rag-dolled by Kidd who was bouncing you at a relentless pace.

In a flash of white, hot pleasure you came- hard. Your fingernails dug into your boyfriend’s back, a few even breaking skin. Your thighs pressed against each other and you fell forward, leaning your full body weight against him.

The both of you sat in silence for a moment, the sound of your breathing filling the room.

Slowly, you sat up pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“I win.”

Kidd’s brows furrowed, “No, ya fuckin’ don’t. You came in here begging for-”

“So? I walked in and you were already hard, so I won.”

“That’s definitely not how this works, love. You walked in wetter than water-”

“HA! I did not,” you lied, “I wasn’t even wet until I sat on your lap. You’re such a sore loser-”

Kidd laughed, and pressed kisses all over your face, “You’re a terrible liar, love.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Fine. What do you want as a prize?”

Kidd pulled you closer to him, your breath getting gently pushed out as your chest pressed against his.

“I want more.”

law

You flipped through the pages of a special Valentine’s Day magazine, dog-earing the pages of clothing shops and restaurants you wanted to visit with your boyfriend when he had time.

He was sitting at his desk, just a few feet away from you organizing medical files and equipment into his drawers.

His music was playing in the background, out of a small speaker you got him for his twenty-fifth birthday.

A smooth saxophone melody danced over a relaxing, steady drum beat.

He loved jazz.

Helps me concentrate, he’d said.

It had grown on you after a year of listening to it every night and there were few things you found yourself enjoying more than these late nights with your boyfriend, each of you doing your own thing while still enjoying the other’s company.

You were the cutest, sweetest thing in the world to Law, and on nights like these, he liked watching you when you thought he was completely absorbed in his work.

He watched as you’d read, play a video game, or map out your next course.

Laying on your stomach, you swished your feet in the air behind you, gently rocking them to and fro- a sign Law knew far too well.

“Bored, baby?”

You stilled your feet, feeling guilty that he noticed.

“A little,” you admitted, “And this magazine is making me sad.”

He quirked an eyebrow, asking for elaboration.

“It’s full of cute romantic stuff to do, but who knows if we’ll even get a chance. What with being outlaws and all.”

He smiled and put away the rest of the mess in front of him before sitting on the bed next to you.

You sat up, hugging your knees to your chest, and laid your head down against his shoulder.

“If you want to go to any of these places, you just let me know and we’ll go. Any marines or bounty hunters that try to intervene will be sorry.”

You giggled, “Should we plan out our Valentine’s Day then?”

He nodded.

“But first, I have something for you.”

You sat up at this, looking up at him with your big doe eyes.

He pulled out a small piece of chocolate from his pocket.

“Oh! Thank you! Is it dark chocolate ‘cause I don’t like the other kinds-”

You reached for it, but Law pulled back before you could grab it.

“Tsk, tsk- Hold on, my love.

We’re going to split it.”

You found it somewhat odd that you’d split such a small piece of chocolate and furrowed your brows, earning a laugh from your boyfriend who was unwrapping the candy.

“It’s an aphrodisiac.”

Oh! Your eyes widened, and eagerness pooled into them.

He froze for a second, “Shit- wait! Should I have waited until Valentine’s Day? This would’ve been a good surprise, dammit.”

You laughed out loud at his sudden change in demeanor and quickly reassured him that it was perfectly fine.

“Good to have a test round anyway, no?”

He kissed your forehead and handed you a piece.

As you ate he continued, “To make it a little more interesting, you’re gonna go to the library and I’ll go to the operation room. Whoever gives in first loses.”

“What constitutes giving in?”

“Asking for sex.”

You stood up, stretching your body out, fingertips extending toward the roof.

Walking out you stood at the doorway, turning to look back at your lover.

“You’re gonna lose.”

“I am? Oh, but what if I do this,” he said before he suddenly stood up and walked toward you, “Please, Y/n.”

Your panties flooded upon hearing these words, so sickly sweet and needy, and you pressed your thighs together.

Law slowly knelt on the floor in front of you, placing a large hand on the outside of each of your thighs.

He sank lower before you and pressed soft kisses up your legs, stopping at your knees.

Your heartbeat quickened and you could hear your breathing, now made up entirely of fast inhales and exhales like your lungs were trying to catch up with the frenzied, eager mess between your thighs.

A hand made its way between your knees and Law looked up to you, as though asking for permission to part them.

Your lips were parted and glossy, you looked so sweet and cute that he could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, the denim tightening around it.

This kind of eagerness, this lust that filled him had been completely unknown to him before meeting you.

He pushed your legs apart and his tongue attached to your left thigh, licking a long, wet stripe up it, stopping right before your pussy.

It took immense willpower to not give in right then and there, to not sink his tongue and lips into your wet, dripping heat. To stop himself from indulging in that feeling of the fat of your pussy smothering his face.

But he instead turned to your right thigh, licking and biting his way up it, marking your legs with love marks. Littered hues of dark browns and purples mixed with vibrant reds and pinks covered your thighs.

Your bottom lip trembled as you ignored every sensation traveling in and on your body. Your nerves were aching, screaming for you to ask Law to touch you. Beg him, if you had to.

But you resisted- blinking back the tears that pooled on your lower lash line in an attempt to refocus.

The surgeon took note of your resolve and decided to make it crumble.

He lifted your shirt up and over your head and unhooked your bra.

He watched, with an unnerving intensity as your tits jiggled around and softly pinched at your nipples.

Your cheeks were hot to the touch and goosebumps flooded your skin.

“A-ah-,” you moaned as he started to lick and suck your nipples, getting rougher and rougher. He held your breasts in his hands and pushed them against each other, sloppily licking over any and everything he could reach with his tongue.

You openly moaned now, completely overcome by the euphoric sensation you were feeling.

His tongue was soft and warm and wet and sticky and felt so, so good over your aching breasts that had been eager for his touch.

“L-law, please- Oh, my god, yes! Yes,” you whined and writhed under his touch.

He pulled away with a pop, “You like it that much, bunny?”

You fervently nodded and your hands found their way onto his head, tangling themselves in his dark black hair.

“C’mere, baby,” he said, pulling you in for a kiss.

You snaked your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, savoring how he tasted.

Pressing a hand against your chest, he laid you down on the couch and grabbed your legs placing them over his shoulders.

Your stomach tensed up, and you could feel your desperate pussy start to twitch.

He lowered himself so he was level with your soaked panties and placed a kiss right on top of your clothed clit, earning a series of pathetic whines from you.

You reintroduced your hands to his hair, gently pulling and tugging him toward your needy heat.

“This is what you want?”

He ran a long finger up and down your slit.

“Yes! Please, please Law. E-eat me out, ‘m so so wet for you,” you begged.

He pushed your panties to the side, and with a pointed tongue, licked up and down your slit- never quite touching your clit. He gathered the slick pouring out of your hole on his tongue and spit it back onto your pussy.

The teasing continued as he sucked and softly bit your lips, licking everywhere but the aching bundle of nerves that you could feel throbbing.

“Don’t tease!” you cried, desperate for him to give you what you wanted.

He laughed and with torturous slowness, started to lick your pulsing bud.

It was euphoric- waves of hot, warm pleasure flooded your body as you sunk your nails into the couch cushions, moans spilling from your lips.

He knew exactly what he was doing, where you liked him to apply more pressure, and where to ease off.

He had an iron grip on your thighs, dimpling the flesh where his fingers held onto you.

Your moans got less consistent and more strained as you got closer.

“Just like that, baby,” you panted, “Gonna cum!”

As he heard this, he pulled you even closer toward his mouth and your back slid down the wall.

His grip tightened on your thighs and would have been painful if not for how sweetly he was eating you out.

The obscene wet sounds of licking and slurping and sucking echoed off the walls of his room and you felt your core tightening as you got closer, your hips bucking up into Law’s face out of desperation.

In a split second, the winding cord snapped and you gasped, digging your hands into the tangled mess that was Law’s hair.

He slowly pulled his face away from your pussy completely soaked.

He had a drunk look in his eyes and you could already feel yourself wanting more.

Law picked you up, palming your ass, and carried you back to his bed.

The clock read 6:34 a.m. when the two of you finally went to shower.

Law did most of the work for you, as you were about ready to pass out.

He pressed soft kisses on your soapy shoulders and dried you off when you were done.

He went and grabbed your favorite pajamas for you and tucked you into bed with a soft kiss.

“And by the way, my love.”

You turned to look at him, lips still puffy from his assault on them.

Law took a moment to appreciate the way your nipples poked through the thin silk of your nightgown, and how gently your chest rose and fell as you started to fall asleep.

He sat next to where you lay on the bed, running a hand through your hair and rubbing circles on your back.

You turned up to look at him, beckoning for him to kiss you.

He bent down, your lips practically touching.

As a sly smile spread over your face you told him,

“Technically speaking, I win.”

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year ago

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Girls Night | 15k Special

Mitsuri x Shinobu x Fem! Reader

Warnings: FxFxF threesome, squirting, pussy eating, strap use, face riding, facials. use of sex toys (vibrators, dildos), vaginal penetration, and !!!anal penetration!!!

A/N: Alright, 3/5 done! Y'all don't think I forgot about these, do you?! Next up on the 15k special list is Rengoku and Sanemi! I'm ngl I'm mildly embarrassed cause this is truly just fucking with no poetic value - also this is a full send, not proof read so please ignore any errors from my horny daze

Word Count: 3.3k | art from @ kuze_0131 on Twitter

“Oh, oh fuck.” You choked, head tossed back against the fluffy pink pillow on your best friend’s bed. “Keep going, Mitsuri. She’s close.” Shinobu purred, hands running through your hair as she looked down at the pink haired woman between your legs. She only responded with a hum, sending a wave of vibrations through you and making your back arc off the mattress.

Shinobu’s hand was on you in seconds, pressing on your abdomen until you flattened again. “S-shit do that again.” You croaked, panting heavily as the pressure of Shinobu’s hand disappeared. “What? This?” she ran her fingers over your skin, watching goosebumps trail in their wake before she pressed down once more. Stars seemed to explode in your vision, something about that pressure seemed to amplify everything Mitsuri was doing to you.

Every flick of Mitsuri’s tongue had you gasping, her pretty plump lips sucking on the bundle of nerves every few passes. You didn’t think your best friend would be so good at eating you out, then again you severely underestimate her appetite. “C’mon honey, tell me when you’re about to cum. We want to know when you’re close.” Shinobu cooed, alternating the pressure she kept on your abdomen while her other perfectly manicured nail moved to toy with your breast.

“C-close…” You choked, the tingling sensation of an orgasm creeping up on you. “Finger her, Mitsuri.” Shinobu commanded softly, watching as the other woman immediately obeyed by shoving two fingers into your sopping cunt. Now, with something in you, Shinobu pressed a little harder, forcing the front wall of your cunt into Mitsuri’s fingers and pulling a cry from your lips as you came with a warm gush all over the pink haired woman’s hand and mouth. “Atta girl.”

Mitsuri worked you through it, not stopping until she felt your thighs move to close around her head. “Good job, she’s already spent.” Shinobu laughed softly, brushing your hair from your sweaty skin as Mitsuri pressed her body to yours. Soft kisses were littered up your neck, not stopping until she captured your lips in a searing kiss. You could taste yourself, sticky and sweet on her tongue as she slid it past your lips. “You were so good for me, y/n.”

Mitsuri smiled down at you, admiring the hickeys Shinobu left on your neck. “I was?” your tone was soft, head spinning from the heat of Shinobu and Mitsuri being so close. “Oh yeah, so good.” Shinobu reassured, gently pulling Mitsuri up into a kiss. You watched the two women, tongues shamelessly dancing around the other as they hovered above you. Despite all the attention they just gave you, you were starting to feel a little left out.

You reached down, hands running along their bare thighs, scratching them slightly with your nails. They both parted with a gasp, Shinobu smirking down at you while Mitsuri giggled softly. “So needy, baby. So cute.” Shinobu cooed again, showering you in praise while Mitsuri got off the bed and walked to her closet. “Can I ride your face?” Shinobu’s question had fire sparking through your veins, mouth watering as you nodded eagerly.

“Perfect, you’re so perfect.” You whined, letting her kiss you deeply before moving to cage your head in with her thighs. “Shinobu?” Mitsuri called from her closet, effectively halting Shinobu’s movements. You held back a groan, her cunt just inches from your face. “What is it?” her hand snuck down, two fingers slipping between slick folds to rub her clit, teasing you as she refused to give in to your desperate attempts to pull her down to your mouth. “Six, seven, or eight?”

“Do eight, she’s a needy little bitch tonight.” Shinobu sneered, looking down at you with a smirk as your lips wobbled. She always gave you such whiplash, praising you one minute and degrading you the next. You knew by now that your girlfriend adored fucking with your head, only when it came to these things though. “Eight it is!” Mitsuri’s sing-song voice echoed in her closet as Shinobu stopped rubbing herself. “Open up.” a soft command you followed instantly.

She stuck the two shiny digits in your mouth, smiling as your slippery tongue slid around them and sucked them clean of her arousal. “Good girl.” she cooed softly as Mitsuri emerged from the closet, bright pink dildo and strap in hand. Shinobu chuckled, giving in and letting you pull her hips to your face. “Oh~” She choked, one hand coming up to hold her breast while the other buried in your hair. You were suffocating yourself on her cunt, tongue lapping greedily at her clit until she couldn't help but moan. “Fuck…so eager.” She praised you again, your hands twitching.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the bed dip, Mitsuri was crawling back onto the plush mattress and coaxing your legs open wide. You couldn’t care enough at that moment to think about what was happening below you. You were far too concerned about Shinobu’s pulsing clit, the way her hips jerked each time you flicked it with your tongue, the way she was slowly giving in and grinding down against your face. “Should I even bother prepping her, Nobu?”

“No, she can take it…” Shinobu’s head fell back, hips practically swiveling on your tongue as her orgasm began to creep up on her. Everything you heard was muffled, the plush of Shinobu’s thighs caging in your head effectively shut everything out. All you could focus on was her taste, the way her cunt was grinding down on your face, the way your cunt was throbbing with desire despite already coming once. Shinobu shivered at the sound of the vibrator coming to life, smirking over her shoulder as Mitsuri used it on herself for a moment.

You couldn’t hear it, far too gone as you ate Shinobu out. So it came as a complete shock a moment later when the rubber material was pressed directly to your clit. You gasped, following it with a loud moan as your hips jerked. The vibrations from your moan went straight through Shinobu, making the petite woman double over as you pushed her even closer to her end. “Let’s use it together, y/n~” Shinobu responded for you with a quiet moan, your tongue still lapping greedily as her orgasm grew closer and closer.

You whined the moment the toy was pulled away, nails scratching at Shinobu’s thighs as if to beg her to get Mitsuri to put it back on you. All of your attempts died as quickly as they started, Mitsuri’s plush thighs were resting on top of your own, the heat radiating between the two of you was enough to make your movements falter. Shinobu didn’t let that stop her, hips still grinding down on your face steadily, head falling back as your tongue flattened for her to ride. Mitsuri smiled, slotting the vibrator between the two of you and watching your hips jerk.

It took seconds, Shinobu unable to hold off her orgasm for much longer. “Shit I’m gonna cum…” she drawled out, hand holding your hair roughly as she swiveled her hips. You moaned, feeling her wetness paint itself all over your face as she pushed herself over the edge. Mitsuri groaned, hips jerking as she grinded the toy into both of your cunts, green eyes locked on the way Shinobu’s hips stuttered to a halt. “Y-you may suffocate her, Nobu.” but the grip your hands had on her waist were telling Mitsuri you really wouldn’t mind if she did.

You gasped for air as Shinobu got off of you, her hand smoothing over the hair she had messed up as she caught her breath with you. “So good, baby. You always handle me so well.” She cooed, eyes flickering to the toy between your legs. “Mitsuri’s making you feel good, huh?” you nodded, pushing yourself up on your elbows to get a proper look at what was happening. “Fuck I’m already gonna…” You grit your teeth, orgasm sneaking up on you as Mitsuri smirks. “Then go on, come for me.” She encouraged, pressing it into you just a little harder while her hips followed.

You listened, not trying to hold off as your walls sputtered around nothing, head falling back in the process. Shinobu watched you, leaning down slowly to capture your lips and swallow every moan and gasp you made. She could taste herself on your tongue, humming softly as her tongue licked into your mouth. “N-nobu… do me a favor…” Mitsuri panted, your hips jerking erratically as the pleasure turned into overstimulation. She wasn’t willing to pull it off of you until she came as well. Shinobu pulled away from you, slightly annoyed that Mitsuri had interrupted her.

“Get the other one, the next biggest… I want us both to take her at the same time.” The annoyance faded quickly as Shinobu processed what Mitsuri was suggesting. You felt your own face grow warm, mind turning to mush just as the overstimulation turned back to pleasure. “Y-You’re both gonna fuck me?” you whined, trying to draw your hips away but Mitsuri had you stuck right where she wanted you, completely at her mercy. “Yeah, doesn’t that sound fun?” You wailed out a “yes” as the aftershock of your orgasm hit you, drawing you over the edge again.

Mitsuri gasped loudly as she finally came, hips jerking erratically as she held the toy in place until it became too much. Finally she showed you a little mercy, flicking the switch off and tossing it to the side. “Stay just as you are, let me get ready.” You pushed up on your elbows, just to watch her situate the harness like straps to her waist and thighs. You felt your body shiver, watching her insert the dildo to keep it in place. “There we go.” She smirked, something that was always slightly jarring on her gentle face.

“Mitsuri…please…” despite your overstimulation, you were still begging for more. Just as you said that, Shinobu was walking out of Mitsuri’s close with her strap already tightly secured to her hips. “Aw we match!” Mitsuri cooed at the sight of the 7’ purple dildo attached to Shinobu, the petite woman smiling as she rolled her eyes. “I think it would be best if you straddled Mitsuri, pretty girl. Then I can easily sit behind you and have my own fun.” You nodded, body moving immediately as you and Mitsuri switched places.

Once she was settled with her back leaning on the headboard, you climbed onto her awaiting lap, lifting your hips to position the toy at your entrance. You felt the bed dip as Shinobu rejoined the two of you. “Go ahead, sit on it.” Mitsuri encouraged, hands holding your hips and dragging you down just a bit. You whined as the dull head of the toy spread you open, slightly cold as your hips engulfed inch by inch. “There we go, feel good?” She questioned softly, hands rubbing soothing circles on your skin as your brows slowly relaxed again. “Y-yeah.”

Your hips rolled tentatively, getting used to the steadily warming material inside of you. Mitsuri watched you, letting you get adjusted to being impaled on her toy dick before steadily guiding your hips up and down. It was shallow bounces, letting the slight burn turn into pleasure before you took over and began riding the toy steadily. Shinobu watched as well, sitting just behind you and watching the way the supple skin of your ass jiggled against Mitsuri’s thighs each time you connected.

She already wanted to join, the urge to just shove the toy inside of you was starting to outweigh her own rationally but she held off. It wouldn’t be the first time the two women dominated you, it wouldn’t be the first time they double penetrated you either. Shinobu knew damn well you could take it, especially with the way you’d squirm and beg for her to keep going once she got started. Still, she let Mitsuri have her fun with you before acting upon her own desires.

Your head had fallen back in pleasure, riding the toy like Mitsuri could actually feel the way your walls clenched around it. Unknown to you, she had inserted a vibrator into herself before exiting the closet, the little egg shaped toy ways whirring away inside of her. The intensity of your hips smacking down on the toy created enough pressure to push the front of her walls further into the toy, you were making Mitsuri see stars and you didn’t even realize it.

“Sh-Shinobu please!” You cried out, not bothering to look over your shoulder at the woman. “Please I need more~” you cried out, watching Mitsuri’s green eyes turn watery as her building orgasm threatened to make an utter wreck of the sheets below her. You knew Shinobu too well, her resolve was easily broken the moment you begged her like that, especially when you were so greedily stuffing your cunt with the silicone dick.

Shinobu didn’t hesitate any longer, moving behind you and calming your movements just by placing her hands on your waist. “Lean forward.” she commanded, smirking as you easily did as she asked. Below you, the unshed tears had now started to leak down Mitsuri’s face, her hands coming up to play with your breasts as you hovered over her. “S-so good, you’re doing so good for me!” Mitsuri hiccuped, her restless hips starting to buck into you.

You were still remaining still for Shinobu but it was hard to maintain that level of composure when Mitsuri was forcing the toy to impale you over and over like it brought her pleasure. Your arms nearly gave out as Shinobu pressed the toy into your ass with no further warning. Your ears were ringing by the time Shinobu had fully sheathed the toy inside of you. You couldn’t think straight, not when you felt so damn full. Much to your dismay, they began moving out of sync. It wasn't long before Mitsuri would stop all together.

Mitsuri’s orgasm hit her hard, hips jerking and pushing the toy deep. You gasped with her, Shinobu’s nails digging into your skin to hold you steady as you collapsed onto a gasping Mitsuri. Shinobu hadn’t expected either of you to last very long once she joined, so it wasn’t all that shocking to her when Mitsuri’s body seemed to turn to jelly and take you with it. “C’mon, you may crush Mitsuri if you don’t lift yourself up.” Shinobu was pulling you back, earning a sharp yell from you as the dildo Mitsuri had been using was pulled out of you.

“There we go, pretty selfish to let yourself collapse on her like that, look how worn out she is.” You felt tears begin to streak down your cheeks, Shinobu’s attempts at humiliating you made the coil in your abdomen grow impossibly tighter. You watched Mitsuri shakily push herself up, reaching down to yank the vibrating toy out. She collapsed a moment later, sighing in relief now that she could relax from the overstimulation. You had hoped she would come to your defense but she never did, which only made you whimper as fat globs of tears littered the sheets below.

“Aww no need to cry, sweetie. It’s okay to be a selfish little slut sometimes… just makes it more fun for me.” You hiccuped, wiping your eyes as Mitsuri shakily began undoing the strap. Shinobu smirked, knowing well what the other woman was doing. So, she continued to stall, keeping her dildo shoved inside of you as she taunted you. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open, head falling in shame as your walls fluttered around nothing. It wasn’t until Shinobu let you go, letting you fall forward, that you opened your eyes. Mitsuri’s fingers were running through your hair, your face just centimeters from her sopping cunt. “Go ahead, eat.”

You let out a choked moan as Shinobu’s hips drew back, thrusting into you just as harshly and pushing you directly into Mitsuri’s cunt. Through your tears, you began lapping greedily at her spent cunt, arms struggling to keep yourself at least a little elevated as Shinobu had her fun with you. Your mind felt like it was slowly turning to liquid, as if they could tell you to do anything and you’d do it without any hesitation. In a way, you already were. You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure of Shinobu’s toy thrusting in and out of your tight heat was just enough to make your toes curl, but not nearly enough to make you cum.

Not that you could really think much in that moment, tongue lazily lapping at Mitsuri’s folds while the pink haired woman whined and sighed. “So good, you’re fucking her stupid, Shinobu. She can barely move her tongue.” Shinobu only huffed out a laugh, nearly pulling the entire toy out of you before thrusting into you roughly again. Your cry vibrated against Mitsuri’s cunt as a result. “At this point you’re just torturing her, Shinobu.” Mitsuri added in a voice as light as air, feeling just a bit bad for you with how rough Shinobu was being. “She can take it.” the petite woman spat in response, reaching to grab a fistful of your hair and yank you up.

“Go on, tell Mitsuri you can take it.” She nearly growled at you, holding you hard enough that you had no choice but to bend to her whims. You couldn’t even form a coherent thought nevermind a full sentence, water eyes meeting Mitsuri’s as you babbled out something similar to a “like it.” Mitsuri only chuckled a bit, hand reaching out to hold your wet face as Shinobu continued to abuse your ass. “Are you sure?” Mitsuri cooed softly, wiping stray tears with her thumb, her own pleasure forgotten as she moved closer to cradle you. You babbled out a yes, collapsing into her chest as Shinobu let go of her hair. “Shinobu… ease up.”

Mitsuri’s voice had taken on a more stern tone, one look and Shinobu was submitting to Mitsuri’s commands. “Eat her out, Nobu. You put her through enough, she’s been good, more than good actually.” You gasped as Shinobu pulled the toy out all together, doing just as Mitsuri requested. It was rare for the woman to take on a more dominant role, it was even more rare for Shinobu to give in so easily. “You’ve come enough for one night, Shinobu.” Mitsuri’s tone was laced with something you could only call condescending, it made you shiver in her embrace. Shinobu only uttered out a soft “yes ma’am” before you felt the mattress dipping.

You whined as her tongue slipped between slick folds, poking and prodding at your puffy clit as she tried to ease any of the “damage” she had dealt you. It was much softer than before, given that you had already been so worked up, it was no surprise you were gasping as your release washed over you within a few seconds. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassed, body melting into Mitsuri’s embrace as your limbs turned to jelly. Aftercare between the two women was enough to lull you to sleep, brain buzzing as everything began to feel like a fever dream. “Don’t worry about anything else, we’ll take care of each other.”

You barely processed what Mitsuri said, eyes heavy as Shinobu kissed up your spine, whispering soft apologies as she did. You would have told her it was fine, that you didn’t mind the rough behavior, but your brain was shutting down, lulled to sleep by the steady beat of Mitsuri’s heart.

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flemingsfreckles · 9 months ago

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Better Boyfriend than Him (18+) pt.3

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: Part 1, Part 2 the more time you spend in Jessie’s bed the more you start to realize maybe it’s more than good sex

Warnings: Smut (18+), frat boy Jessie vibes, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), strap on (r receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, overstimulation, edging, cursing

WC: 4.9k

A/N: this is like a 50/50 smut/not smut split. For the sake of this series continuing it unfortunately couldn’t just be straight banging, so there’s a little plot.

“Please, Jessie, please.” You yelled into your pillow as Jessie was behind you thrusting roughly, her thighs slapping hard against the back of yours. She was putting so much force into you that you were gripping the bed sheets to prevent your body from moving. Your body was exhausted but you fought against her thrusts to keep your knees under you.

Letting her use the strap on you had been like opening the floodgates of sex between the two of you. You had both fallen asleep together in her bed after the first time she used it on you. When you woke up Jessie had moved to the living room where she was sitting watching tv. You had sat down next to her, it only took a few minutes for her hand to move onto your thigh and before you knew it, she was kneeling in front of the couch with her face buried between your legs making you cum for the third and fourth time that day. Instead of coming over to just hang out with her, you came over to hang out, but also you weren’t going to turn down mind blowing sex.

You felt bad for both of your neighbors over the past few weeks, you alternated between your place and hers but it was still an excessive amount of sex being had that your poor neighbors had to hear. The sex had somehow managed to get better, you’re not sure how but it had. You were beginning to try more things, but Jessie was still hesitant about being too fast or hard on you. She still need some encouragement here and there, sometime getting caught up in the fact that she cared about you more than her other hookups, unable to completely let herself go. She tended to be soft, making sure her actions were slow, gentle.

You could feel when she would hold herself back from being rough. She’d get caught up and move faster or harder, you’d let out a whimper or a cry out of surprise or pleasure and she’d immediately slow back down much to your dismay. Despite your encouragement, she kept it gentle. While it was nice and made you feel comfortable and safe at the beginning, but you were secretly dying for her to be rough with you.

That’s how you both ended up here. You had decided to tease her all day in hopes it would lead to some rougher behavior from her. Today was one of the busiest days you had, 3 classes in a row followed by a lab. You had worn your lowest cut shirt and the smallest bra you owned, making sure your chest was fully on display. You had picked out a red lacy thong that you had just bought yourself with the idea of Jessie taking it off in mind.

When you sat down next to her in your first class you watched her eyes attach to your chest, her mouth falling slightly open.

“Like what you see Fleming?” You gently shake your chest in her direction.

“Are you trying to make me fail?”

“No. If anything I’m helping you. If you’re good today and pay attention during class I’ll let you see what I’ve got under my skirt.” You lean over, letting your hot breath tickle her neck and ear “not to give away the secret but it’s lacy and red and I bought it with you in mind.”

Her face flushes but she grabs out her notebook and a pen. You watch as she actually takes notes in class for once, instead of just doodling and then asking you for help later when she doesn’t understand something.

You continue to tease her over the next few classes, you can tell she’s becoming more and more frustrated as the day goes on. She’s more frequently glancing at your chest, biting her lip, she even tries to place her hand on your thigh in your last class. Quickly pushing her hand away she sends a begging glance your way. You turn to her and mouth ‘later’ to her. She rolls her eyes and goes back to taking notes.

That’s how you ended face down, ass in the air with Jessie pounding herself into you. You finally had broken through and she was being rough with you.

She had thrown you around the second you walked into her apartment. She had nearly ripped your shirt pulling it over your head and stripped you of your bra while you were still against the wall in the hallway to her bedroom. She had ordered you to leave the thong on after she pushed you onto her bed. She had walked to her dresser, grabbed the strap and lube as she usually did and came back over to you. Her hands had spread your legs, and she dropped her face to start teasing you.

She had licked and touched you through the fabric of your underwear, making you feel some of the same teasing that you had put her through all day. She had grabbed the fabric between her teeth, pulling it back before letting it snap against your skin making you moan.

Instead of taking it off Jessie had pushed the fabric to the side, holding it with her thumb, and let her tongue start pleasing you. Each time she would feel your legs begin to shake and your grip on her head get tighter, she’d pull back much to your disappointment. She was edging you, teasing you as much as she could and it was ruining you. You whined after she pulled away for the second time.

“Oh my god, Jessie seriously?” You were getting frustrated with her the way she’d get you so close to the edge and pull away.

“This is what happens when you’re a fucking tease all day. Wearing that tight fucking shirt, putting your tits on display for everyone, telling me about this tiny little thing.” She snaps the elastic of your thong again. “You did this to yourself.”

You were so sensitive, squirming under her as she held you in place, after the third time she pulled away when she returned she added fingers into you with her tongue. It took only a couple thrusts before you closed your legs around her, cumming hard on her face and fingers. Jessie wasn’t done, not satisfied with her reward for being a good student today she continued.

Giving you no time to recover she pulled down your now soaking wet thong, leaving you completely bare. She had flipped you over and pulled your hips up and toward her own. She had never fucked you in this position before, you usually were facing each other in some way. Not wanting to actually hurt you she had still paused to put lube on despite how wet you already were, your arousal dripping down making your thighs and the bed wet. She had pushed into you at a quick but still sensible pace. The new position made your hole even tighter, you felt her stretching you out.

Jessie didn’t wait this time for you to say anything, she started thrusting immediately pulling the whole length out, leaving just the tip touching your entrance before slamming her hips back into yours. The first few thrusts were pleasure mixed with pain but something about the mixed feeling, torn between pushing her away and wanting to pull her even closer was exhilarating.

“You’re taking me so fucking well. Being such a good girl.” You hadn’t explicitly discussed it but Jessie had quickly realized you had a small praise kink. She had accidentally called you a good girl another time in bed and you had blushed at the phrase while letting out a dirty moan. It should’ve been obvious given that you were a people pleaser, a teacher's pet, it made sense that being told you were doing well was a turn on.

“So perfect for me, you're being such a good reward, letting me take you like this, letting me do whatever I want to you. So good.”

Jessie’s words were surprising, in the numerous times you had slept together in the past week, she had never been this vocal. Some moaning and a couple words here and there but it was simple stuff. Her telling you you’re doing good, that you feel good, taste good, but never to the extent of what she was telling you now.

With the previous edging and orgasm it’s only a couple minutes before you’re shaking under her,

“You want to cum again? Make a mess on my cock?”

“Mhmm” not able to get out words you moan in response. Her thrusts stop, her dick fully inside of you. She leans forward somehow making it feel like the strap on was even further inside of you. Her hand comes up to grab your hair and pull your head up and off the pillow. You’re now looking at the ceiling and can just barely see Jessie’s face

“Good girls use their words.” Those words falling from her mouth in a husky voice is nearly enough for you to cum without any further stimulation.

“Yes I want to cum.” You’re able to get out the words now that she’s not pounding into you.

“Ask the right way.” Her grip on your head tightens as she waits for you to beg for her.

You weren’t fully sure what she meant by the right way, but you knew she’d tell you if it was wrong.

“Please Jessie, please make me cum, I want to cum for you, can I?” You’re whining, hoping she doesn’t deny your plea. You didn’t have much experience with dirty talk, you had previously felt uncomfortable saying much of anything in the bedroom, but with Jessie it was comfortable and she made you want to beg.

“Good girl.” She says as she drops your hair moving her hands back to your hips. Her thrusting picks up right where it left off, she’s picking up speed, you're being thrown forward so hard you have to put your hands on the headboard to make sure you don’t hit it.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum Jess, please.”

“Go ahead.” She says so calmly, as if she was giving you permission to take the last piece of cake, not for you to unravel underneath her in a writhing mess. Unable to hold yourself up as you give in to your orgasm you collapse onto the bed, laying down flat, your face turned to the side, eyes screwed shut, you’re biting your lip so hard you’re sure there will be blood, groans coming through your teeth.

Jessie doesn’t stop when you collapse under her or when she feels your legs shaking. She lowers herself to stay inside of you. She keeps thrusting as you cum around her.

“Jess” a whine comes from your lips trying to let her know you were on your way to being oversensitive, the edging from before taking its toll.

“Give me one more.” She demands from behind you.

“I can’t.” You’re really not sure if you can or not, the feeling between your legs is so overwhelming you’re not sure how much longer you can take it.

“Yes you can and you will. Be a good girl. You wanted to cum, I’m letting you cum.”

Her praise has you wanting to listen to her, wanting to follow her command. She puts her body weight onto you, she’s warm and sweaty, the new angle gives you a slight relief as she’s hitting a new spot inside of you but it’s only a few seconds later that you feel another orgasm surface again.

Your moans get softer until you’re left with your mouth open, no noise coming out as you have your third orgasm that afternoon. This one was short, pleasure running through your body only for it to be immediately followed up by the pain of overstimulation. Tears start to fill your eyes, you whole body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending screaming at you. Instinctively you try to pull yourself away from Jessie as she continues to fuck into you but her weight is holding you to the bed, unable to move.

“Fuck Jessie. Stop, stop!” You're able to throw your hand behind your back finding her hips that had already stalled at your word to stop. “Fuck.”

Jessie is frozen behind you, she doesn’t move at all. The strap is halfway into you, it remains there as she stops moving.

“What do you want me to do? Pull out?” Her voice that was previously full of confidence and arrogance is now one of concern and comfort.

“No, don’t pull out yet, just give me a second.” You were done, you wanted her to pull out but knew the sensation of her sliding out would be uncomfortable in the moment.

“You don’t have to be frozen Jess.” You could feel how tense she was behind you. Trying to reassure her that she wasn’t going to break you if she moved. She readjusts slowly putting more of her weight off of you and onto her own legs, making sure not to move her hips and change how she was inside of you.

“Take it out please.” Feeling yourself relax enough, you tell her to pull out. Jessie follows your direction, gently moving her hips back from yours to pull out. You curse into the pillow as she does, the drag of the strap against your overly sensitive walls was uncomfortable.

“Did I hurt you?” You can't see, still face down in the pillow, but she sounds quiet and far away, you no longer can feel her touch against your skin.

“Not really? I don’t know?” You’re really not sure, you’ve never been so overstimulated, it wasn’t necessarily painful but it wasn’t a good feeling. It was on the tiny line between pain and immense pleasure. Using what strength you had left you use your arms to push yourself up and flip over. Jessie’s hands grab your calves and help move your legs, resting one on each side of where she was sat back on her feet. “It was just too much I think. But I’m not hurt, no.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. Technically you did everything right, you did it so well, I couldn’t handle it.” You make a joke trying to lighten her mood. She grabs the strap on the harness and slides them off, picking up each leg to slide it off and tossing it to the floor.

“Can I lay down?” You know she’s referring to if she can lay down on top of you, a small action she had started doing after sex. She had done it out of exhaustion the first few times and once when she didn’t do it, you had made a comment about it. Now she does it everytime. There was something so safe about both of you laying, skin to skin, after letting her do unmentionable things to you just moments before.

“Please do.” You weren’t sure if this time it was more for you or her. It was usually you asking for her to lay but the way you could read the guilt on her face made you realize that maybe today, being able to lay on you would help her more than it would you.

She gently places her body on top of yours, her arms wrap about and under your back, her face falls into the crook of your neck. You face goes to the same place on her. You stay wrapped together, neither of you moving, just breathing and holding each other.

“I think I got a little carried away.” She says into your neck. Jessie presses herself up, putting her face above yours. “I’m sorry. I just, with the teasing all day, not that it’s your fault. I just got so pent up, I should’ve checked in before we started. To see if it was okay to be like that.”

“Hey it’s okay, I would've told you to do exactly what you did, the whole reason I teased you was because I wanted to rile you up, to get you to be rough with me.”

“You want me to be rough?” She gives you a questioning glance.

“Yes, I’ve been trying to get you to be for a couple days now.” You let your hand gently drag up and down her back reassuring her with physical touch.

“Oh. Sorry I was too rough.” You can tell by her face she still feels guilty.

“Please don’t feel bad about what just happened. I really enjoyed it Jessie, it just became too much. But I really liked how you were talking to me.” Your hands come up to cover your face as you admit to her you liked her dirty talk.

“Oh yeah?” Her cockiness comes back for a moment. She moves your hands away from your face and plants a kiss on your lips. It’s a quick kiss, nothing sexual about it. She had been doing that more often. Giving you kisses when you’d walk by, giving you a kiss when you’d show up at her door, a kiss when you get ready to go back home.

“Do you need anything? Water? Food? Do you need pain meds?”

“Maybe just a shower.” Normally Jessie took the time to clean you up after you had sex, she’d bring a towel or washcloth with warm water and gently clean you up, but after today she had wanted to stay close to you, not wanting to even wander off as far as the bathroom for a couple minutes.

“Yeah of course.” Jessie moved off of your body, hopping off the bed and standing next to you. She held her hands out to you. Feeling the soreness already setting in you swung your legs over the side of the bed and hopped onto the floor. Jessie held your hands before moving a hand to your waist watching you wobble as you began to step toward the bathroom. She turned on the water for you and grabbed out a fresh towel.

“I’ll be in the living room if you need anything, just shout and I’ll come.” She turns to leave. Part of you wants to ask if she’ll join you. You decide against it. Jessie had yet to fully undress in front of you at any point during sex. She had made it routine to take off her shirt and pants but never further than that. You were okay with that, you didn’t mind being on the receiving end, but you also had a small urge to return the favor. You wanted to make her feel even half as good as she had been able to make you feel. You wanted to make her feel comfortable and safe enough with you to take them off if she wanted to.

You couldn’t help but think if she’d been intimate in that way with anyone else. You’re sure she had but the more you thought about it, you could only recall times she had talked about her doing things to girls, never anyone returning the favor. You shook that thought from your head, that was her choice, not for you to push.

Jumping from one thought to the next your brain brought up the question of what were you doing? What was the point with Jessie? Was it just experimenting? Was it just for fun? Was she just a good fuck? Friends with benefits maybe? The longer you stood under the water the longer you thought about her. The longer you thought about the brown hair, brown eyed girl waiting in the other room, the more you realized, you maybe didn’t want to just be friends with benefits. You quickly shut off the water, realizing you had been in the shower a significant amount of time and Jessie would probably come to check on you if you didn’t emerge shortly.

You stepped out, wrapping a towel around your chest. You moved to the other side of the bathroom, taking a second to look in the mirror. You pulled the towel open, to look at the full extent of Jessie’s work. You were littered with hickeys, some from days before, now a light yellow shade as they nearly faded. Others a deep blood red, from only a few minutes ago. She had put them everywhere, your stomach, your chest, your collarbone, shoulders, hip bones, there were a few on the inside of your thighs. There were a few tiny ones on your neck. All low down that they could be easily hidden with a hoodie, your only request to her. As you looked at each one you could remember the feeling of her lips and tongue, taking the time to make the mark on your skin.

“Admiring something?” Jessie’s voice startles you, causing you to jump.

“Just the marks you left.” You turn to her, holding your towel still open. Her eyes drag over your body slowly, stopping for a second at each mark.

“Some of my finest work.” She smirks at you. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, you were just taking a while, wanted to make sure you were still standing.”

“Yeah sorry I just got lost in though. If your water bill is extreme this month I’ll cover it.” You wrap yourself back up in the towel.

“Do you want some other clothes? I can’t imagine that bra is in the slightest bit comfortable.” She’s already rummaging through her drawers for a shirt and sweatpants. She tosses both in your direction. “Underwear too? I think I have a clean pair of yours from a different time.” Her hands flip through a stack of clothes in a wash basket. The pair of underwear comes flying from her hand in your direction.

“Yeah it wasn’t super comfortable and neither was the thong but it was worth it.” You pull on the clothes she gave you. A pair of her UCLA sweatpants and a plain black shirt were a lot more comfortable than the outfit you had been wearing. After dressing you follow Jessie out to her living room. She had gotten out a textbook and notebook paper while you were in the shower.

“Wow, did I turn you into a good student or something?” You say sarcastically, Jessie usually didn’t pull out school work unless you encouraged her to. “If you had just told me all it took was a good bra and a tight shirt to get you to take your own notes I would’ve whipped out a tit a long time ago.”

She looks up at you, unamused by your joke. Moving into her kitchen you grab yourself a glass and fill it before moving back to where Jessie was sitting.

You both work side by side on your assignments, you notice you have to help Jessie less than normal, or maybe it’s just she’s trying harder than she normally does. You can tell when she starts to struggle with a question. Normally she’d turn to you for an explanation, instead today she’ll try it herself. She’ll use the textbook, she even opens the notes she had taken in class, and then if she still needs help she’ll poke you with her pen until you look at her. It’s a nice change, seeing her put forth more effort than normal toward school.

If anything it was you having a hard time getting your work done today. You couldn’t stop thinking about what it was you and Jessie were doing. The same question of was it just friends with benefits, crept up and over again.

“Can I ask you something?” You let the words come out before you have the chance to second guess it.

“Anything.” Jessie says not looking up from where she was writing on her paper. You both had always responded that way when asking each other if you could bring something up. It was what made you such good friends, the openness and communication with one another.

“What are we doing?”

“I’m doing calculus, I don’t know what you’re doing though, you have out your chemistry book but you’re doing physics homework.”

“No Jessie, I mean what are we doing? With the sex?” This draws her attention. She puts her pen down and looks at you.

“What do you mean?”

“Is it just meaningless sex to you?” You needed to know, was this just a hookup for her. You wanted to know if you’d be replaced as soon as she found someone else more suitable, someone who could handle her without stopping her.

“It’s definitely not meaningless.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t know, what do you think it is?” She deflects the question back at you.

“I don’t know Jessie, I thought it was just fun, originally I did. But recently, I don’t know. And it’s making me question things and it’s just a little overwhelming.”

“I know what you mean.”

Unsure of what to say you just sit, biting your lip as you think. “I’m not sure if I’m just confused, because we’re so close and we’ve been friends for a while, and now with the sex, I don’t know, I can’t tell what my feelings are, but they’re different then they were before.” You were pretty sure you were developing feelings for her. You had also never had feelings towards another girl so that added confusion on top of the confusion of her being your best friend. “I think about you a lot, more than I did before.”

“I do too, think about you a lot more than I used to. It’s confusing.”

“Would you want to try figuring that out? Like us together?” This was your poor attempt to ask her out on a date, to try exploring those feelings and seeing where they took you.

“Are you implying we date?”

“I don’t know, maybe?”

“I don’t really date, you of all people should know that based on my history.”

“Yeah well based on my history I don’t really have sex with women but apparently things can change.” You throw up your hands in frustration. Jessie doesn’t say anything. She just sits, her pen now back in her hand as she plays with it.

“You know what, forget I said anything.” Embarrassed now that she had essentially rejected your offer on a date you closed your textbook and started to back your stuff. You didn’t want to sit here with her after being rejected.

“No wait.” Jessie puts her hand on top of the textbook stopping you from putting it into your backpack. “I just don’t really know how to.”

“How to what?”

“How to do the whole dating thing. I haven’t actually dated anyone in years, and the last time I did it ended so badly, I just decided to ignore feelings and decided to just stick with sleeping around since, no feelings, no commitments, just the fun, and I’ve been doing that for so long, I don’t know how to do dating. I don’t think I’d do it right.”

“There’s no right way to do it. It’s however we’d want to.” You couldn’t believe you were having this conversation, that there was a small possibility that this could work. “That’s the thing about dating, it’s a trial and error process, that’s why people don’t just jump straight to marriage, dating is for learning. Think of it this way, nothing would really change with us, we already hang out everyday, we know everything about each other, we know the sexual chemistry is there, it would just be adding in the couple-y things.”

“Okay, trial and error, I can do that with you. I’m just nervous I’ll end up losing you. If something were to happen.”

“Is that a yes, you want to try this?” You gesture between the two of you.

“Yes.” Jessie nods, a small smile across her face.

“Okay. I should get going then.” You pick up the textbook you were in the process of packing up, actually throwing it into your backpack this time before sliding the bag onto your shoulders.

“What? Why?” She jumps up from her position on the floor, concerned why you’d be leaving after you just agreed to date.

“I have a hot date to pick up tonight, I have to get ready.” You wink at her and see the realization cross her mind that she meant you. “Be ready by 6.” You check your watch quickly, making sure that gives both of you enough time to get ready. She follows you to the door and you turn to face her to say goodbye. She leans in to steal a kiss but you move your head and place your hands on her shoulders stopping her from coming closer.

“I don’t kiss before the first date. Try again tonight.” You send her a smirk and she rolls her eyes at you. You step out and close the door to her apartment behind you. Reality starts to set in, you just asked her out, and she said yes. Butterflies build up in your stomach, you were taking her out on a date, your best friend.

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Aftercare {part. 15} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

Long Awaited Punishment {part. 14} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

AN: disclaimer- i've never been in subspace so i have no real experience with what it's truly like. in this chapter i'm writing how i've seen others write about it and based off some things i've read. so it may not be 100% accurate but that's okay because this story is made up anyways. i hope you enjoy and don't forget to leave your feedback. xoxo

This story contains: aftercare, talks of anal sex (pegging), subspace, male sub/female dom, crying, peeing (in a toilet, of course), comfort

{ housemate!harry - boyfriendrry - softrry - au!harry - subrry - dom!reader }

word count- 2,664

After a night of dominated Harry, you give him great aftercare with a relaxing bath and your nurturing demeanor.

Previously-

You slowly remove the strap-on from his body, which causes him to cry out more intensely for a moment, and then you carefully pull your end out as well. Despite feeling just as drained as you believe Harry is, you understand that the dominant role comes with responsibilities. The key responsibility is aftercare, and you conclude that the first step in providing aftercare tonight is to help Harry calm down.

-Continuing

You adjust your position on the bed, moving so you're no longer behind Harry, allowing him to see you and recognize your presence. His eyes remain closed, tears streaming down his face and soaking the pillow beneath him. You lean closer, softly caressing his wet cheek with your gentle hands. "Shh, it's okay. You did such a good job, baby. It's okay. I'm gonna take care of you now."

Your words have not yet registered in Harry's mind, but the gentle sound of your voice causes his eyes to open slightly. He stares at you, and it's evident that he's not entirely present; he seems to be in a state of subspace. His gaze appears to look past you rather than directly at you. While you may not have extensive knowledge of subspace, you're committed to helping Harry return to the moment. You want to provide him with lots of cuddles and let him know how safe he is with you.

The first step into helping him come back down to earth is a nice bath, you think. It'll also be beneficial because you both are actually sweaty and need to wash off the smell of sex from your bodies. As you go to climb out of bed, Harry mutters his first words since entering an alternate state of mind. "No, don't leave me."

You turn to face him as he clutches your wrist, and the look on Harry's face is nearly one of alarm. "Hey, hey," you reassure him, "I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m just going to run a bath for us, alright? I’ll return shortly." Harry hesitantly releases your wrist, his gaze following you as you step out of your bedroom, heading off to an unknown location. Even though you had just informed him of your plans, he struggled to hear you clearly, as the intensity of his orgasm still reverberates in his ears.

In a brisk manner, you enter the only bathroom in the house and turn on the bathtub. You hastily hang up two towels on the rack beside the bathtub and set the soaps you'll need on the edge of the tub. Once the water is running, you return to your room where you find Harry crying on your bed, lying on his back, unclothed and exposed.

He had finally stopped crying before you left to get the bath ready, so him crying once again has you worrying. Stepping to the side of the bed, you ask slowly, "Harry, why the tears? Everything's okay."

With his hearing slowly coming back, he's able to understand your words enough to answer, "You......you left me." Another sob leaves his throat and it brings tears to your own eyes. You know he's only acting this way because of how intense everything just was but it still saddens you to see him so upset.

You climb back onto the bed and straddle Harry. You then lean down to wrap him in a tight embrace. Initially, his arms lie loosely at his sides on the mattress, but he eventually raises them to encircle your back. He truly needed this moment of comfort. The weight of your body helps to anchor him in reality, and the sensation of your naked skin against his intensifies his feelings of vulnerability.

"Shhh, I'm right here. I have the bath running for us. Would you like to join me and relax?" Harry gives a timid nod in response. You carefully detach yourself from atop his body, which he seems to dislike, and take hold of his large hands, aiding him in rising from the bed. He's initially a bit unsteady, his mind still disoriented, but with your help he soon finds his balance and walks toward the bathroom with you.

As you start to lead him towards the now filled tub and turn the tap off, Harry stops you and quietly inquires, "Um, can I have a wee first? Gotta wee."

You smile up at your boyfriend with affection and answer, "Yeah, of course. I'll step out to give....."

Before you could finish, he blurts, "No, don't leave. S'...... turn away, I guess." The last thing Harry wants is for you to leave him again. He doesn't care that he has to pee, in his current state of mind, there's no embarrassment in his body.

Turning around, you find yourself staring at the floral wallpaper while unintentionally hearing the sound of Harry pissing in the toilet. After what seems like an excessively long time, Harry finishes and flushes before you turn back to help him step into the tub. You enter first, allowing Harry to follow, which allows his body to lean against yours. While the tub is not particularly large, it offers just enough room for both of you to relax and move around without discomfort.

As the warm water envelops you both, Harry lets out a sigh, surrendering to the comfort that surrounds him. The warmth of the bath water, your body resting against his back, and the gentle scratching of your fingers on his scalp create a peaceful setting. He's nearly asleep when you speak softly, "Hey, don’t fall asleep on me. I need you to come back to me, alright Harry?"

Although Harry continues to experience a slight mental haze, he predominantly feels as though he's returned to reality. His thoughts are becoming clearer, and he's beginning to recall the majority of the events from this evening. However, the manner in which you're currently treating him makes him want remain in a submissive mindset for a bit longer. But, he understands that he should let you know he's back, present mentally, to avoid causing you any more concern. You've never observed anyone in a state of subspace before.

"M' back, baby. Just really like it when you talk to me all soft and baby me. Feels nice."

You sigh in relief. "Thank God, you worried me there for a second. With all your crying."

"I cried?" Harry turns his head from where it rests on your chest and questions.

"You don't remember, Harry? What do you remember?"

Turning back around to face forward, he pauses to gather his thoughts before replying, "I remember you teasin' me. Then you briefly sat on my face. After that, you fucked me so hard I came from both my cock and my prostate. Then my memory jumps to havin' a wee and gettin' in the tub where we are now." It appears Harry blacked out following his orgasm, which is quite fascinating. You wonder if there will ever come a time when you can enter subspace with him, if you're even able to. You know not everyone can get into a subspace.

"You had a prostate orgasm? Didn't know that was possible."

"Hh-mh, some men can, others can't. Though technically all men can achieve one, it's a matter of stimulatin' it just right and allowin' your body to embrace the stimulation. Why do you think I like anal sex so much? Yeah I enjoyed havin' sex with men and the presence of a male figure because m' attracted to them, but really anyone can fuck me and if done right, it feels so - fuckin' - good, man or women. Even fucked myself in the past. Doesn't feel as good but it's good enough."

While you recline against the tub, Harry positioned in front of you, you quietly take in his words. The exploration of anal sex for men is a captivating topic in your opinion. In your past relationships and hookups, the men you were with typically shunned any contact with their bums, associating it with being gay. Most men are determined to avoid any accusations of being seen as gay. Because of their stubborn ways of viewing things, they remain unaware that if they were to try anal sex, they might find it quite enjoyable, especially if it's as pleasurable as Harry says it can be.

In all honesty, you probably wouldn't have had any desire to participate in giving anal to your previous partners. The only reason you were open in doing so with Harry is that you feel at ease around him and are confident in his hygiene practices. Otherwise, you would have kept your distance from that aspect of Harry as well.

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After a few minutes of silence, you become aware that the water is cooling down and decide it's time to actually wash up before settling into bed. You sit up from your position against the back of the tub to retrieve the soap, which causes Harry to also sit up. In doing so, he lets out a sharp hiss, prompting you to worry. "Are you okay, H? Are you hurting anywhere?" Given the intensity of your actions tonight, it wouldn't be unexpected for him to experience some soreness in his joints and, other areas.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Harry admits, "M' bums a bit sore, s'all. But it's not your fault. It typically happens when I get fucked or pegged as well as havin' gotten spanked. It'll go away in a day or two."

Despite the lingering worry within you, you accept his reassuring words and start applying soap to the washcloth. Once the cloth is well-lathered, you begin gliding it over his body, though there's certain areas he has to wash on his own due to your position behind him. After making sure his body is clean, you take the old cup located by the tub and drizzle water over Harry's head to wet his hair. You're uncertain why you opted to cleanse his body first, but it doesn't matter at this point.

Ensuring his hair is nicely wet, you take a generous amount of shampoo and apply it to your hands before working it into his brown locks. In your effort to pamper him, you massage your soapy fingers into his scalp, prompting Harry to moan softly. When you feel you've given his scalp enough attention, you lift the cup again and instruct Harry to lean his head back to keep the soap out of his eyes. He follows your directions, just as he did in the bedroom earlier, leaning back as you carefully rinse the shampoo from his hair.

Once you've finish bathing him, you swiftly wash your own body before pulling the drain plug and aiding each other in standing up in the tub. You're the first to step out, taking your towel off the hook to dry yourself off before wrapping it around your naked body. You then take Harry's towel and move towards the shivering, tattooed man. Assisting him onto the bath mat, you ask, "Are you cold, baby?"

Nodding as his teeth chatter, he stands there while you dry his wet body off. "Ye...yeah."

When Harry's body is completely dry and his hair is only damp, you ask another question. "Do you wanna wear a pair of briefs or sleep naked?"

"Naked, please." Of course he'd choose sleeping naked.

With your towel still secured around your body and Harry's towel held tightly in your hands, you open the bathroom door to discover an adorable sight at your feet. Harry's cat Pixie is comfortably sprawled out on the floor just outside the bathroom door. It seems she's been patiently waiting for you to emerge so that she could receive some affection. Upon noticing his cat, Harry lets out a soft coo, bending down to pick her up.

"Pixie, sweetheart, were you waitin' for us? Have we failed to give you the attention you deserve this evenin'? M' sorry. Mummy gave me all the attention tonight and she's so sorry too." Your eyes nearly pop in disbelief when you hear Harry refer to you as the mother of his cat. You don't dislike being called Pixie's mum. In fact, your affection for Pixie has grown immensely since you've been living in Harry's home. However, the reference makes you envision a time when that cat is a human baby, and he calls you mummy because you truly are a mother to a child you've brought into existence.

Snapping out of those thoughts, you smile up at Harry as he gently holds Pixie in his arms and proceeds to follow you to his room. The decision to sleep in his bedroom for the night is probably influenced by the state of your bed, which is soaked with bodily fluids, and your current fatigue giving you no energy to deal with that situation tonight. Thus, you'll be sleeping in Harry's room. Which is fine because you often flip back and forth between sleeping in your room or his.

While he walks around the bed completely naked, his cat still in his embrace, the slight limp in his walk is hard to miss, presumably due to his sore bum. You can't help it when you let out a laugh, prompting Harry to look at you from where he stands on the right side of his bed. "What? What's s' funny?"

"It's just..... your walk. Looks like you've......"

Harry interrupts you, completing your sentence with a sleepy grin. "Looks like v' what? Been fucked in the ass? Because I did get fucked in the ass, by my hot, sexy, confident, girlfriend." He sets Pixie down softly at the foot of the bed, where she curls into a tight ball. You let your towel fall away as both of you slip beneath the duvet, naked and vulnerable only to each other. A worry crosses your mind that Pixie may get scarred seeing so much nakedness, but Harry assures you that she's seen far worse things than just naked people and that's something you'd rather not think about.

As you reach to turn off the lamp that sits on the nightstand beside the bed, you're taken aback when Harry shifts over and lays half his body on top of you. Although you don't mind the closeness, a little warning would have been appreciated. His head rests on your right collarbone, with a significant portion of his body draped over you, his right leg positioned between your legs. He casually throws his right arm over your left shoulder, gently tracing the soft, bare skin in a calming manner.

Before Harry drifts off to sleep, you whisper in the dark room, "I love you. Hope you enjoyed tonight and I hope I took care of you enough after, when you were in, um, subspace."

With his eyes shut, Harry murmurs in response, "You were incredible, m'love. The sex, the aftercare, everythin' was perfect. You attended to my needs so well while you were in control and even afterwards in the bathtub. But, just wait; my turn is comin' up. I plan to have you wear those vibratin' panties you purchased throughout the day, teasin' and edgin' you, before I completely rock your world in the bedroom."

You smile at his sweet words but then lose the smile after hearing his promise to you. "Not in the ass though, right?"

"Hm? Me fuckin' you in the ass?" You hum a yes and Harry continues, "Well, not unless you want me to. I can, but I honestly wasn't even thinkin' of that when I said I was gonna rock your world. We'd only do what you're comfortable with."

"Yeah, I'd need some time to think about letting you try anal on me first. Maybe one day, but no promises. Otherwise, I can't wait."

You both end up drifting off to sleep, pressed together, naked, and dreaming of what's to come next in your growing relationship.

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heartdiluc · 5 months ago

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ᯓ★ hoyoverse women who would adore their pillow princess girlfriend <3

cw: fem afab reader, wlw, explicit nsfw content, pillow princess reader x dom character, consensual actions, poorly written sorry guys

she absolutely loves you so much. insists that you don’t do anything “just lay back and let me take care of you, princess!! <3”

her head is between your thighs for what feels like centuries. alternating between eating you out and fingering you. she’s so messy too <3 full on making out with you pussy.

you try to push her head away because its just too much :(( you’re overstimulated and you already came several times. but she just pushes your hand away and continues, might stop to spank your clit to reprimand you and just mumbling a simple “not done yet” or “i know what i’m doing, pretty girl”

and even if you ask to do anything to help get her off, she’ll shut it down, insisting that she just wants to make you feel good first (if you ask really nicely, she’ll ride your face and get off like that, but seriously does not let you do any work)

mindlessly plays with your tits. she’ll pinch at your nipples or even bring her mouth to your chest and suck on one of your breasts. expect for her to leave hickeys and marks all over your neck and chest

absolutely loves to hear every little moan, whimper, and sound coming from you. especially loves using a strap on you. she just can’t get over how you whine at her cock hitting so deep in you. she thinks you’re so cute when you’re holding onto her shoulders while crying at about how good she’s ruining you

oh women who just want to make you feel good and take pride in the fact that she keeps you satisfied <3

beidou, ningguang, dehya, yelan, arlechinno, yae miko, clorinde, kafka, serval, black swan, + ur favs <3

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #arlechinno smut #beidou smut #kafka smut

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jos-emporium · 1 month ago

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Play With Me

Part 2

Synopsis: Reader is an anal only toy for their partner who teases and punishes reader. Ends with an anal orgasm (or several) and nonverbal aftercare.

!unspecified gender partner x !afab reader. No gendered pronouns. Included terms: “pussy”, “ass”, “cunt”, “slut”,

Kinks: anal/anal only, nipple play, nipple biting, chest/breast smacking/spanking (barely), pussy smacking (like once), use of toys (buttplug, dildos), and strapping up

Warnings: This is fantasy with mild pushes to extremes that are unrealistic. There are check-ins between the characters in this scene.

A few hours later, your partner sat on the bed beside you once again. They gently massaged your ass cheeks as they hummed. Their hands groped, squeezed and pinched your flesh. You paused your game, setting the controller down. They continued their heavy petting, dipping their hand between your legs. While you dropped your face into the pillow.

“My, my. You must really love having that plug in you. Your pussy is soaked. It’s all over your thighs. Cute.” They brushed their hand over your swollen, neglected cunt. “And it looks like we’ll have to do laundry sooner than later.” They remarked, eyeing the comforter beneath you.

You moaned as their hands roam your lower regions. After a while, they moved behind you, roughly shoving your legs apart. They pushed your knees to bend enough to fit between them and shoved a pillow beneath you, elevating your hips.

They started tugging on the plug in your asshole. Gently at first before fucking it back into you, forcing your anus to stretch around the widest part of the plug repeatedly. You couldn’t help the shiver that wrecked your body. The plug came out with a pop. You could feel your hole twitching as you moaned at the emptiness.

The plug was immediately replaced by your partner’s tongue rimming your slightly gaped hole. Though it didn’t fill you back up, the pleasure was incredible. You moaned, trying to buck your hips into the feeling. But you were sadly denied. Tease.

Suddenly, your partner stopped their ministrations, “What did I say about continuing your game?” They asked, pinching your thigh.

You whined, a needy sound. “Please?” You were so turned on. Your game was the last thing you wanted to think about. It required concentration. Your partner was so good with their tongue.

“Play your game.” You groaned but obeyed. “Since you didn’t listen, I’m going to punish you. I was going to fuck your pretty little ass now, but I think I’ll make you wait.”

Leaning back down, your partner held you in place by the backs of your thighs and only teased your hole. Their tongue barely entered your hole, gently skimming the outer ring instead. They never made a move to eat your ass in earnest. So disappointing. You were most certain that they only sought to tease you, especially now. Punishment sucked.

You yelped in surprise when your partner suddenly bit your ass cheek. Hard. Before going back to gently rimming your hole. They alternated between the softness of rimming you and the, rather literal, bite of sinking their teeth into your ass. The pain and the pleasure were a fantastic mindfuck. You couldn’t help but sink into the feelings as much as you body reacted to the onslaught of sensations.

After a while, your partner let up. They smacked your ass and got up from the bed. They rustled around in your shared closet. You resisted the urge to roll over to watch, not wanting to risk further punishment. So, you kept playing your game, trying to make your way through the digital wasteland.

Your partner returned moments later. The bottle of lube squirted loudly again. They inserted a single finger into your puckered hole, pushing more lube inside. You sighed. Again, it was just a tease.

All of a sudden, with a squeal from you and a hum from your partner, you were stuffed full. To the brim. You inhaled sharply through your nose. They had stuffed you with a large dildo. The stretch was much greater than the plug from earlier. Not to mention the depth—it was a lot, especially after not being thoroughly opened up. You loved it.

You assumed that this was a dildo that wasn’t your favorite or one you hadn’t trained with or an entirely new toy. Anxiety and arousal flooded your body. Excitement coursed through your veins as discomfort surged through your nerves.

Your anus clenched around the large toy. You moaned as you tried to get used to the girth. Your attention was far from your game.

“Roll over.” Your partner smacked your thigh. “And for now, you’re allowed to pause your game.” They grinned.

You obeyed immediately, pausing and tossing your controller aside, not really wanting to be punished more. As you rolled over, your clothes shifted. Your hoodie got caught beneath your back, keeping your pussy exposed. With a rough yank, your partner pulled your clothes from under you and pushed your crop top and hoodie up over your face.

Your partner shifted above you and began licking and sucking your nipple. After a bit they switched, their fingers twisting and squeezing your other one. You screamed when they bit down. The sting of their teeth bearing down made your mind hazy. The fog only lifted slightly when they switched and bit down on your other nipple. Their fingers tweaked and pinched the other one making the soreness last.

A sharp slap echoed in the room. Then another and another and another. Your body jolted with each smack of your breasts. Groans reverberated throughout the room—you weren’t sure if they belonged to you or your partner.

Moments later you felt your partner pull away. They pulled your clothes from over your face. You could only stare at them. A sting of saliva still connecting their mouth to your chest. You bit your lip, staring at them. More arousal pooled and gushed out from your denied pussy. They towered over you, a glint of mischief in their eyes.

“Sit up.” They commanded.

Slowly, you rolled yourself to a seated position. Your legs dangled off the side of the bed. You felt the dildo shift inside your asshole as you sat down on it. It was so deep having been pushed further inside. It was practically past your belly button. Your hole was stretched wide around the base. Your asshole twitched as you got accustomed to the girth. It took your breath away. You just knew you’d be aching by the time this was over.

“Arms up.” You raised your arms above your head, and they slipped your hoodie and crop top off. You were completely naked to your partner now, except for your socks. Your partner’s gaze roamed your exposed form. They smiled at your minor discomfort as you attempted to get comfortable with that giant dildo up your ass.

“You are so fucking sexy like this. Your tits are nice and pink—my absolute favorite color on you.” They paused and hummed, drawing their fingers lightly over your flushed face and chest. “Do you want to know my favorite part?”

You lifted your eyes to meet theirs, nodding fervently. You wanted to reach out to touch them, to beg but you stayed still.

They grinned wickedly, leaning down to nip your earlobe. “I love seeing you needy, denied, and stuffed full with my cock.” They whispered. A shiver ran through your whole body as you flushed even harder.

They winked as they pulled away before rounding the bed. They plopped a different dildo on the dresser beside the TV. You glanced at that thing. It was the one you hated the most. It was the thickest and longest you and your partner owned. You had only ever played with it once a long time ago. It was a lot back then and you were reintroducing yourself to anal play after a long break. You had to safeword then. But it’s been a while, and you’ve had a ton of practice since. And the ginormous dildo that feels like it’s lodged in your esophagus will most definitely prep you for it.

Your partner was staring at you. It was a look that asked if all was well. You nodded and they handed you your game controller.

“I have an errand to run. I want you to stay just like this for me, yeah?” Your partner backed away, going back to getting dressed.

“I will. I’ll be good. I promise.” You say, a small smile gracing your lips.

A short bit later your partner kissed you and headed out. That’s when you realize you’re going to be sorer than you thought but the end of the night. The girth on this thing. Even worse is the one on the TV stand. Good god.

Yeah, you’ll be raw and tired, but damn are you looking forward to it.

To Be Continued....

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imshymorph · 11 months ago

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It’s soft!Price once more, because i have issues.

So, talking about the possibility of you being the injured one…

John Price is a hypocrite and a liar, so much talking about how his last medical leave wasn’t anything, how he was fine. How much he’d insist he wouldn’t be all over you if you were the one with those injuries, because he knew it wasn't that worrying. All bullshit.

Here you are, a bunch of months later, being the one on medical leave. It had been one of those “it happened so quickly” situations. You and Gaz were entering a building in the lookout for some intel, thought the floor was clear, but a tango saw you from the connecting staircase and threw a grenade to the room you were entering.

- - - - -

You managed to grab one of the many straps on Gaz’s combat vest and pulled him with you to take cover. As you two landed on some ruble you felt a sickening crack on your side, one of your ribs giving in and breaking. You had been lucky enough, no organs punctured or injured. Even then, it meant at least six weeks of deskwork and limited movement, and an incredibly annoying and constant pain.

At least your new routine was easy to follow, alternating pain meds every five hours and avoiding putting extra strain on the hurt side. The worst part though? The damned breathing exercises and the fact that Price would walk in your office every two hours because “love, that’s how often the doctor said you had to do them.”

That was an overstatement really, because he’d walk in every two hours to specifically demand that you do the exercises. Always helping by holding a soft pillow to your side to avoid letting the cracked bone shift too much.

But in reality he was checking on you every ten or so minutes with whatever excuse he could think of. He’d bring you water, tea and biscuits… and the tray from the mess hall at lunch and dinner time, “so you don’t have to walk to the other side of the building, love”. He’d also make up excuses about reports, pointing out the dumbest typos or asking you to explain something (despite perfectly knowing what had happened because he was also there).

It wasn’t even a week in when you let out a sigh, the tenth time this morning he had come in with whatever excuse to check on you. He had made it, his objective accomplished. He knew had finally given in when your eyes moved from your computer screen to him. “John, you know what I was thinking? Why don’t I make space on my desk so you can work here with me. In case I need anything.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, a big smile was pulling at his. He left the room with a murmur of “anything for you, love”. That sneaky bastard, you thought as he walked in less than five minutes later. His laptop and a neat pile of reports on his hands, completely ready to make the move to your space.

#cod x reader #x reader #captain john price #john price #captain price cod #captain price #captain price mw2 #captain price x reader #john price x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #soft!price #he’s so sneaky #somehow you’re always the one giving in whenever he feels soft

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wonyopout · 11 months ago

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(cw: g!p yujin, pegging, dacryphilia well sorta kinda)

cockslut gp yujin YASSSSS

as much as i believe yujin loves having her dick in you she also loves having some dick in Her just as much 😋 it definitely started with you being like “heyyy can i make you cum with my fingers??” and her agreeing because she just thinks you’re gonna give her a handjob but you’re grabbing the lube???

fingers in yujs ass while you suck her cock hehe, poor thing practically screaming and kicking when you deep throat her at the same time your fingers pet roughly at her g-spot. has a fistful of your hair as she’s cumming down your throat, chanting “stopstopstopstop please-! i-i can’t!” through gritted teeth, but she’s still bucking into your mouth and pushing your head flush to her pelvis?? you don’t mind of course, as long as you can swallow hungrily around her dick and milk her for all she’s worth hehe 😋 after that she’s very open to the idea of using plugs and toys (getting her a puppy tail butt plug 🥴🥴 omg who said that??) she definitely has like kinda an absurd collection of dildos… ranging like 7-10 inches on average (cough cough size queen cough), ribbed ones, vibrators, you name it

yujin, who sends you videos of her bouncing on one of her many toys, sure to angle the camera so you can see how well it’s stretching her 😵‍💫😵‍💫 her cock bright red and so so pretty, oozing more and more precum every time she grinds down on the toy, making her moan when it presses on her g-spot 🥴 alternates between squeezing at her tits or tugging at her nipples, and pulling at her dick as she bounces.. starts panting like a dog, letting out breathy moans in between, moving faster against the toy. gives up on riding it all together getting impatiently and just grabs dildo at the base, fucking herself with it hard and fast 😵‍💫

needless to say, yujinnie takes dick like a champ, especially yours, imagine picking out a strap on that’s on the bigger side but definitely not the biggest one you own, even though yujin could take it like the size queen she is, her already laying in bed face down ass up, prepped and ready to get dicked down. lining the toy up and just barely easing the head in before yujin gets too impatient, pushing her ass back against you taking they toy down to the base. let’s out a downright pornographic moan at the stretch 😵‍💫

“m’so fucking full-! fuck, please move please-“

fucking her at a steady pace, her ass practically sucking you back in every time you pull out hehe, damn near fucking her into the mattress with the way you’re piston ing your hips. teasing her by pulling out completely, landing a smack on her ass each time before plunging the toy back in 😵‍💫 her muffled scream as she bites down on the pillow she’s clutching. reaching around to yank at her poor neglected cock messily has her cumming in seconds, making a mess of the sheets underneath you.

yujins practically sobbing at this point, as her dick steadily leaks cum all the while your thrusts don’t let up, pelvis slamming against her ass sharply. pulling out just to flip her on her back, watching as her cock lets out more spurts of cum on her tummy when you thrust the toy back in, bottoming out. poor yujinnies so fucked ou at this point she just lets you manhandle her, fat tears running down her cheeks as she continues to sob from how good she feels 🥺 uses her hands to spread herself open for you while you’ve got her knees to chest, fucking her hole roughly. torturing yuj by not letting her dick go soft while you’re fucking her 😵‍💫 playing with her dick just enough to keep her hard but not make her cum from that alone. watching her length throb as you pull orgasm after orgasm out of her having barely touched her, tummy and tits covered in her own cum 🥴 whines when you pull the toy out even though she knows she’s at her limit, ass red and her gaping hole clenching around nothing 😣 can’t help but lick some of the cum off her chest, sucking a nipple into your mouth in the process hehe yujin arching up into your touch even though she’s just this side of consciousness omg.

i feel like even at times like this when she’s so exhausted she still thinks about your pleasure too!! the second you take the strap off she’s telling you to sit on her face 😵‍💫 you refuse this time tho bc babys so tired she can hardly keep her eyes open, telling her not to worry about it and relax while you clean her up 🥺 reassuring her that making her feel good makes you feel good

#ive imagines #ive smut #ive x reader #girl group x reader #girl group smut #g!p ahn yujin #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin x reader #wonyopout #had to sneak in a little bit of my puppy yuj agenda as per usual

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gold-rhine · 2 years ago

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more afab scaramouche i beg of you

Sub! afab Scara x GN Dom! reader

warnings: nsfw, spanking, bondage, fingering, overstim, slight degradation (name calling), dacryphilia, squirting, vaginal penetration

wordcount: 1k

He hates not having your full attention on him. he starts acting so annoying, so teasing to get your eyes back at him, even if you look irritated.

He climbs all over you, pretends that he doesn't care, which is doubly maddening, because he's so obvious about being needy, yet he denies it so vehemently.

You throw him down, roughly, grab his hands to tie his wrists and pin his arms over his head. He struggles and curses under you, but only for show, he doesn’t say the safeword or put any real strength into fight, and when you yank his pants down, his cunt is already wet for you.

You grin, slap his ass, and his skin is so tender, it colors pink immediately, and he yelps, shudders after every hit. You start slipping your hand to touch his cunt in-between the hits, alternating between the slaps and caressing his pussy, until the pain and pleasure blend together, you strike the soft flesh of his ass just as you stroke his clit. And he can’t help it, moans and bucks his hips, spreads himself wider for you. You tease his hole, his pink folds swollen and slick, and spank him at the same time, he whines, arches his back, his entrance pulses needily, leaking clear wetness, but you just circle it, do not enter

“Look who is such a fucking slut slut for me...”

“Fuck you…” he whispers, hiding his face in a pillow.

“I won’t, until you ask nicely,” you tease him, stroking his clit until he can't can't take it anymore

“Please….”

“Good boy,” you slip two fingers at once into his pussy, he’s so slick, that it goes easily. You fingerfuck him, while continuing to spank his red, achingly tender ass, and it makes such obscenely wet sounds, that he wiggles under you, bites on his lips to stifle the moans, tries to hide his blushing face in the pillows in humiliation. It doesn’t help, and very soon he comes, squirting, humping into your hand with high-pitched screams.

You let him ride the orgasm out and then turn him over onto his back, he’s soft and pliant in your hands, turns his head to the side, blushing, but obediently lets you spread his thighs. He’s sweet and pink all over under you, heated cheeks, tender peaks of nipples, reddened ass and thighs, swollen, glistening pussy. You nuzzle the head of your strap\cock at his hungrily pulsing entrance, and he can’t help it, thrusts up his hips with a needy whine.

“You want to be fucked so bad, don’t you?” you ask, smiling, sliding the length of your cock in between his puffy, trembling folds, hitting up his clit.

“Yes…” he mutters into the pillow, his head turned to the side in shame.

“Despite all that attitude, you’re just my little whore, aren’t you?” you lean down, whisper in his ear, your hand stroking his clit.

His legs spread a little more for you, and helplessly, he breathes out “Yes…”

You finally thrust into him and he gasps, arches under you.

“Say it,” you tell him softly, catching his chin to force him to look at you, buried deep inside him. “Beg me.”

“Please,” he whimpers, eyes sparkling from tears, chest raising high and fast. “Oh pleeease, fuck me, I’m your good little whore, just, please, fuck me…”

You cover his gaping mouth with a kiss and thrust into him hard, and he comes, moaning against your lips, squirting on your cock, his legs flailing in the air. You keep fucking him, and he’s incoherent under you, thrashing and begging, tears glistening in his eyes, red eyeliner running, to pleeeease fuck him, please use his cunt, he’ll be such a good obedient slut for you, just for you, you wont need anyone else, he’ll do anything, but please fuck him.

His pussy makes such obscenely wet sounds when you fuck it, he can’t even talk properly, just whines and writhes, absolutely helpless, open, squirts again and again.

When you finally slide out of him, he’s a mess, his cunt is swollen and sore, his thighs trembling and covered in his wetness. You untie his hands and he takes quick, hiccupping breaths, squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lips, turning away from you.

“Hey baby,” you whisper to him quietly, pulling him close. “You’ve been so good.”

He whines and finally throws his arms over your shoulders, presses himself against you desperately. You hold him close, stroke the sharp knobs on his spine, his shoulders, his arched neck, his thighs, still open for you, promise him that he’s such a good boy, until he relaxes, his fingers stop digging into you so harshly.

After, he’s shivering, pressing himself against you tightly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” you whisper softly into his ear, but he tenses up.

“Don’t let me go,” he says so quietly you can barely hear it, despite him being so close. “No matter what, *please*, don’t let me go…”

You stroke the dimples on his back, and with your other hand, the nape of his neck where his awkwardly cropped up uneven hair ends, kiss his temples, side of his face, corner of his eye where his long eyelashes flutter in a desperate attempt to hide his tears.

“It’s okay,” you press your mouth against the corner of his bitten worried lips, until he turns his face to you, opens up. “I will be there.”

#scaramouche #sub genshin #sub scaramouche #rhine writes filth #rhine writes #genshin smut #wanderer #sub wanderer

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yohibmbi · 1 year ago

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slow mercy.

a/n | just a lil blurb of ellie dealing with your bratty self hehe.

warnings | smut, dom!ellie, strap on (r!receiving), spanking. (18+)

“had enough of your lip today, baby.”

realistically, you should’ve known talking back to ellie itself would lead to this, but no, you just had to one up yourself and be bratty in front of her friends… their faces when you told ellie to fuck off and stormed away before she can correct your behaviour in front of them… ellie’s not gonna live this down.

“you wanna be in a mood this morning? cool... but then you wanna act up in front of my friends? making me look like i cant control my own girlfriend? fuck no!”

she grunts out with a harsh slam of her hips, her strap filling you so deep. she’s had you on all fours for the last 20 minutes, fucking you slow and deep, then fast and hard. her nails digging into your hips, marking the soft skin there.

always alternating but never letting you cum.

you’d never cum without her permission.

you were usually her good girl… just not today.

“m’ sor-sorry, els.” she tuts and coos at your vulnerable state.

with eyes screwed shut, sweat drips down your forehead onto the pillow your face is smushed against, hands held tightly against your back by your girlfriend.

she pauses, a mercy from her slow fucking.

it still hurt nonetheless.

she releases her hold on your arms as she leans over your body to brush the damp hairs away from your forehead. her fingers trail down to your lips, gliding softly against the red, bitten skin.

she leans furthers and places a soft kiss against the corner of your lips then one to your forehead before sitting back up.

“i know, baby. i know.” hands run down your back down to hold onto your hips, deft fingers grip your plush skin like clay.

“but you should’ve known this would happen if you kept up with that attitude of yours.” she emphasises by grinding her front against your ass.

you whimper at the subtle movement and wiggle back against her, but her soft hands on your hips harden, stopping you before you could bounce.

why wont she just fuckin-?

a loud slap against your ass rings out and you jolt forward, moaning freely into the pillow. you loveee when she spanks you!

“fucking slut. you love that shit, huh?” she spanks you again before widening her stance and resuming her fast pace. hard thrusts knock you forward you almost lose balance, and the headboard thumps repeatedly against the wall.

your cries of “yes yes yes pls n’more” fill the air and ellie’s fucking beaming. she loves seeing you so fucked out… so drunk on her cock. she’s so fucking proud of you!

“good girl.” she purrs, slowing down so she can grab a pillow to place under your hips before guiding your body to lay atop of it, giving your legs a break from holding yourself up.

“now stay still before i cuff your ass to this bed.”

yeah… so worth it.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #the last of us #ellie williams fanfic

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dumbkiri · 3 months ago

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ALT DREAMER OF YOU

This is an alternate 'Dreamer of You' series that is set after the first chapter. I had this vision of [Name] being so prideful of Daenerys and I had to make it all about her lmaoo also Helaena spoke up!

First part: 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚

8 𝔭𝔤𝔰

North. Go North.

[Name]’s eyes never left the enchanting fire that spoke to him. The translucent voice kept telling him the same thing for hours and he sat there listening to it. The crackle of the fire warmed his body and he moved his attention to his girls still sleeping on the bed.

Daenerys, in her sleep, wrapped herself around her mother and the two dragons bonded to his daughter found sleep on her pillow. Usually [Name] would be against dragons sleeping in their personal chambers, but Helaena reassured him that their children were guarded by their light.

Go. North.

The voice commanded again, never ceasing. Then [Name] sighed and picked up Hellfire from the table making his schedule inside his head. He walked over to his clothes to get dressed for the day and he gladly ditched the sickening green color the Hightower-Targaryens wore. Instead he wore the more traditional colors of his house; black and red.

As he got ready, [Name] accidentally woke up his daughter and she sat up in the bed with groggy eyes. It was only when he had Hellfire strapped to his waist did he notice Daenerys awake. His boots clicked against the floorboards as he made his way towards her with a gentle look,

“Are you an early bird now, Dany?”

She shook her head and rubbed her eyes with one hand, “Where are you going, father? Can I come with you?”

[Name] scooped her into his arms and he led her across the room where he already had hers and her mother’s clothes out on one of the couches. Since she woke up, he might as well dress her and take her with him to prepare for the trip to Dragonstone.

“Of course, you can come with me. Shall we get you dressed?”

“Yes please,” Daenerys giggled and awed at the pretty dark red gown tailored just for her with black accents in her father’s hands. She’s never worn these colors before, but after seeing her father wear them, it’s all she wanted to do. She couldn’t though because her grandmother insisted that green had always been her color. Little Daenerys disagrees wholeheartedly now, black and red were the colors she was born to wear.

[Name] dressed Daenerys rather quickly as his daughter stood there diligently in her spot. But the smile on his face knew that she loved these new colors she gets to wear. Alicent used to complain about getting Daenerys dressed because she never stood still. The reason had been because she wanted to wear the colors he wore, this brough a goofy smile on his face knowing his daughter really does follow in his footsteps.

He wished that his father witnessed his favorite grandchild wear these proud colors of House Targaryen. [Name] knew that Viserys would have this giant smile on his face and the hug he would give Daenerys would crush her little body with love.

“This dress is very pretty, father.”

[Name] snapped back into reality and he watched Daenerys twirl in her spot, admiring the black ruffles that fluffed out with the spin. He chuckled, then stood up to his full height with his hand outstretching for her small one, “Come now, we have a lot to do today, are you ready?”

Daenerys took her father’s hand and could feel his warmth penetrating through his gloves. Ever since her grandfather passed down Hellfire to her father, the warmth surrounding his body never cooled. She pictured him like a fire that always burned, no matter what it faced.

“I am.”

……

“Where is your brother now?” Alicent watched her daughter admiring the creatures she kept in cages with silence. Her eyes stayed on the stiff Helaena, afraid that if she actually looked around she would find [Name] standing in a corner of the room menacingly.

But his presence was not felt, this assured Alicent that she could have a conversation with her kind daughter. Helaena would forgive her for what happened last night.

“He went out to check on Balerion and Dreamfyre with Daenerys, he’ll be back shortly if you would like to apologize to him,” Helaena spoke and picked up a cage that housed a very fuzzy tarantula.

Alicent finally noticed the way her daughter was dressed. Helaena wore a black dress with material that represented black scales and black leggings underneath. Her braided hair showed off the red corset and the very bright red Targaryen sigil above her right breast. Clothes that had this embroidered sigil were clothing only [Name] had someone tailor for his family.

Helaena always looked good in green, yet here she stood with black and red tainting her beauty. [Name] did this on purpose, Alicent knows this for certain. Her son taunted her with notions of these colors that reminded her so much of Rhaenyra and Daemon…of Viserys.

“Are you?” Helaena moved her observant eyes to Alicent and her mother shook off the chills running down her arms.

“Am I, what?”

“You came here to talk to me about what you and…the Lord Commander were doing last night. I know an act like that, mother. [Name] and I engage in the activity almost every night.” Helaena said this with no hesitancy and it displeased the mother very much.

Alicent grimaced and said, “Helaena, I don’t need to know that. What you saw last night, you or the little ones should not have seen. I wanted to-”

“I forgive you, mother,” Helaena mumbled, holding her tears back, “but my husband is a different person. Usually he’s not so easily angered. He’s kind and loving, never raises his voice at me or his children. He is a family man, dedicated to protecting us and learning how to be a soldier and a father at the same time. [Name] doesn’t want to be like father, a man who sues for peace every time an enemy slights him or like his brothers, boys who demand for war every time something doesn’t go their way.”

“You’re right, he’s nothing like them,” Alicent muttered, her eyes downcasted, “[Name] came into this world with a defiant cry, louder than when Aegon came. He grew up following the shadow of Rhaenyra, even going so far as to protect her children during that incident. Your brother admired Rhaenyra whilst living up to her standards pretending that she was his mother, not me.”

Helaena set the cage with the arachnid in it gently back on the table. Her mother did not hear a single good thing she described [Name] to be. Her mother only heard how different he was from his brothers. [Name] took to Rhaenyra because he admired their older sister. Then he got along well with Lucerys and Jacaerys, this trio bringing joy to Viserys when he was still alive.

She imagined the way [Name] would speak to their mother right now. All of [Name]’s worries and defeats came to her mind, remembering the way he felt useless in this place. She felt bad for her husband and this was her moment to speak up for him because he wasn’t here to defend himself.

[Name] defended her many times in front of Lords and their wives, their brothers and subjects. When they made fun of her, he reminded them to watch their tongue or else they’d lose it. When they watched her for too long, he tells them that Balerion likes watching men on fire running around before he eats them. Some warnings came out with a subtle threat and some left just as is.

“You’re wrong,” Helaena pushed herself to protect her husband’s dignity as a Targaryen, “It wasn’t a shadow he chased after nor did he see a mother in Rhaenyra. What my husband admired about Rhaenyra was something Aegon, Aemond or himself couldn’t attain. [Name] follows her because he sees and knows her as the true heir to the Iron Throne. Our sister was meant to rule the Realm and you gave it to a drunk.”

“Helaena!” Alicent glared at her soft spoken daughter who for once, spoke her mind. Or was it [Name]’s words speaking through her? “You cannot speak about your brother like that, most of all your king. Has [Name] tainted your thoughts with false-”

“You’re not listening, mother,” Helaena huffed, “We know who was supposed to be the ruler of the Iron Throne, but you and grandfather took that away from her. Your son took her son’s life because he lost an eye to him years ago. We lost a son because of this infringement on her claim to the throne. What more do you want from him? From her? I will not stand here and listen to you put blame on him when it was you, all along. And…I forgive you.”

“Are you saying it’s my fault?” Alicent asked with a finger pointed at herself.

“Are you denying that it’s not, Alicent?”

Helaena and Alicent snapped their heads to the entrance of the room and standing there in all his glory was [Name] with a worn out Daenerys in his arms. Yes, he looked intimidating in his all black dragon rider clothing. Although holding Daenerys close to his chest made him look more like a doting father than the rider of the largest dragon.

“[Name], back so soon?” Alicent questioned, settling the glare onto Daenerys’ dress. It seems her son is making a statement with his whole family. Again, this color is associated with Rhaenyra’s side of the family and it made her question the motives of her son.

He mentioned in the council room that he would fly out to Dragonstone to see if Rhaenyra really put that order out; a son for a son. Maybe wearing black and red would ease Rhaenyra and the rest of the Blacks by wearing their house colors. Her son would fight on behalf of his own, but not accuse the wrong party. Most of his anger is towards her and Criston Cole, she made them a target for him.

“I’ve been out since dawn with Daenerys preparing the dragons for a long flight,” He closed the door behind him and walked in the room with an imposing presence. Her sons were all different from each other; Aegon walked with uncertainty, Aemond walked with a calculated stride and [Name] marched in with confidence. “I believe it’s a perfect time to come back and have something to eat with my family. Now then are you denying Helaena’s claim and if you are, I’m willing to listen.”

[Name] stopped in front of Helaena and pressed a kiss on her lips, greeting her with love then he led her to one of the couches. They were going to have a talk with their mother if she wanted to. Helaena felt another kiss, this time on her cheek, when she sat down and to her surprise, Daenerys greeted her so kindly. With this action, Helaena scooped her daughter out of her husband’s arms and cuddled with her giggling child.

“Know that your apology might just save Cole’s life. If you fail to please my family, your lover will be lit by Balerion’s fire and he’ll be eaten by Dreamfyre.”

[Name] turned his affectionate gaze towards his mother and it hardened into a steely stare. He watched her sit down across from his family and upright with a nod.

Her voice came out annoyed and accusingly, “Of course, you would come up with a punishment like that. Your Red God must be so proud of you.”

“Mocking my faith now?” [Name] grimly chuckled then leaned back into the sofa, his arm draping over Helaena’s shoulders, “He doesn’t need to hear your false praises towards your gods, he’s already found you guilty for many things. But you are my mother and I will try to find something good in you. It might surprise you that I didn’t come up with Cole’s punishment.”

Alicent casted a shocked stare at Helaena and the soft spoken woman shook her head.

“Neither did my wife, no. The one to come up with Cole’s punishment was Dany. She got the bright idea when we fed some sheep and fish to Balerion and Dreamfyre. Tell grandmother what you told me about the Lord Commander, Dany.”

All the attention landed on Daenerys and the little girl sat up in her mother’s lap. Daenerys smoothed her dress down then addressed Alicent, “Grandmother, we find the Lord Commander, Ser Criston Cole, guilty for abandoning his post. Relieving the rest of the Watch allowed ratcatchers to infiltrate our floors and murder my brother and cousin. Rhaegar declared that when our father catches them, he will burn them in the blackest hells…simply put Balerion will light them up.”

Daenerys gestured with her hand to make it a point that the little girl didn’t know if her grandmother understood what Rhaegar meant by a black hell. The black fire had been notable by all of the people in Westeros as only one dragon did that. Dany has not seen her grandmother approach a dragon at all, not the young ones either.

Even Moonlight, Nightmare and Frostfang made her uneasy and they were across the room perched by Viserys’ crib. So she really did not know if her grandmother knew that Balerion breathed black fire.

“Since Uncle Aegon already caught one of the men and we’re still looking for the ratcatcher, Ser Criston Cole has to answer for his abandonment.”

“Daenerys, Ser Criston Cole follows my orders and-” Alicent scooted upward on the sofa to address her granddaughter as softly as possible.

But Danerys wasn’t interested in this gentle talk. Her brother is dead and she wanted revenge just like her father. Truth be told, she can’t wait to see the ratcatcher and the Lord Commander burn.

“Dragons are very unique, grandmother. The way they interact with one another makes me very curious, so I started watching a particular pairing. As you know, I’ve been around Balerion and Dreamfyre many times more than my own dragons.”

Alicent caught how Daenerys said ‘dragons’ and not dragon. But she allowed this mistake completely oblivious to the way her son kept his prideful look on his daughter.

“Did you know that Dreamfyre likes to eat sheep and fish that Balerion burns up?” Daenerys gushed and tightened her hands on her dress, “I think it’s really cute! She refuses to eat anything that her mate hasn’t burned. Then this idea came to mind as a punishment to those who caused my brother’s death. What if we have Balerion burn the men and Dreamfyre can feast upon them? Father told me it was a grand idea.”

“I’m sure he did,” Alicent said with a disturbed expression on her face. “Yet I cannot allow you to punish Ser Criston Cole. He did not murder your brother or your cousin. He doesn’t deserve a punishment like that.”

“Grandmother, I don’t understand why you’re defending him,” Daenerys’ smile instantly turned into a frown. Her lilac eyes flashing a dangerous red and Alicent swore she saw a reflection of a flame inside the purple color. “Your grandsons are dead. Your love for the Lord Commander is blinding you to the justice we demand. Do you think that they would have died if there were guards outside our room? Would you still protect him if you saw what we witnessed?”

Alicent looked away from the unshed tears her granddaughter had in her eyes.

“We watched Rhaegar fight to protect his cousin. We heard them cutting off Jaehaerys head. I clung onto mother’s dress as she picked up Viserys from his crib then ran away with her and Aunt Jeyne. When I looked back into that room…I saw the light leave Rhaegar’s eyes. I want his declaration to be law, do you understand?”

Alicent had enough of her granddaughter speaking to her like this. Her smart remark left her lips in a flash, “Well it’s a good thing you are not a queen and that your father isn’t a king. We will follow Aegon’s orders and only one man will burn for the prince and your brother’s death; the ratcatcher.”

Dany, for the first time in her life, glared at her grandmother then hopped off the sofa. The little girl’s height matched Alicent’s sitting form and she said, “No, it’s a good thing father is close to Uncle Aegon. They’re brothers, first and foremost. Fortunately for us, you forget that. Ser Criston Cole will be known as Crispy Cole very soon and you will witness Rhaegar’s vision of the blackest hell.”

Daenerys left the three adults flabbergasted by her leave making her way to the baby dragons and her young brother.

Helaena moved her eyes upwards to look at [Name] and the man covered his smirk with his hand, holding back his laughter. He couldn’t believe Daenerys just talked to Alicent like that. If his father were here, Viserys would crumble and crack at the show Dany put on.

“Your daughter needs to learn how to respect her elders.” Alicent’s angered voice cut through the awkwardness. The parents of the young girl could tell their mother had been slighted and did not take well to the subtle threat that was said.

[Name] shook his head and removed his hand, “No, she said everything that needs no sugarcoating. You underestimate her intelligence and her ruthlessness, Alicent. I suggest you warn your sworn protector of his future because there is not a corner of the world that he could hide in. A black hell Rhaegar declared is a promise we intend to keep for his honor.”

“Father, come look!” Daenerys’ voice carried over to the adults and [Name] stood immediately. Daenerys deserved all his attention after telling his mother off. Plus he wanted to know where she got the ‘Crispy Cole’ nickname from. It was very clever on her part.

When [Name] disappeared from Helaena’s side, Alicent addressed her daughter wanting to know what Daenerys meant by ‘dragons’. “Your daughter mentioned that she’s been around Balerion and Dreamfyre more than her dragons. She only has one, what does she mean otherwise?”

Helaena gestured with a tilt of her head to get her mother witnessing a grand sight. Because her daughter truly was a different Targaryen in a good way. Daenerys will grow up demanding respect and leading powerful allies for her cause.

Following the action with her eyes, Alicent saw Daenerys talking in high valyrian to two hatchlings. One hatchling covered in all white scales with black undertones and black wings, climbed onto Daenerys’ shoulder. Then another hatchling colored in a dark red - almost black- scales and bright green eyes walked up onto Daenerys’ outstretched hand.

“Daenerys is a very powerful girl, her will has drawn in another dragon to her,” Helaena smiled at the scene playing out between her husband and daughter, “She holds a bond between Moonlight and Nightmare. For centuries, she will be known as Daenerys the Assertive; the daughter of [Name] Targaryen, the Black Rider.”

Alicent had no idea why Helaena gave her husband that nickname when he was already ‘the Dreaded’ after his dragon, The Black Dread. But little did the Dowager Queen know, [Name] was soon going to join the Blacks cause.

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