#pinker than pussy

[ddejavvu]

Mean!Logan who absolutely will NOT kiss you on the mouth while he’s fucking you. You’re crying and begging and so so desperate for it but he just will not give in, loves to watch you cry and cry even while your whole body shakes and your eyes roll back from how deep he is in you

Logan won't kiss you

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contents/warnings: mean!logan, teasing, dacryphilia, don't like don't read.

a/n: anon i hope you know this made me moan. shit the first line almost had me creaming my jeans. thank you <33333333333

It's a tease, being given so much and yet nothing at all. Logan's strong hips are steadily thrusting against your own, driving his cock in and out of your cunt that begs for nothing more, but you're being held tantalizingly close to the precipice of your orgasm solely from the denial of a kiss.

Logan's mouth is heaven.

Whether against your own or against another part of you, your sensitive nipples or your throbbing pussy, his mouth has always brought you to completion. You yearn for it now, with sharp aches and pleas from your drooling cunt as he fucks into you, but he refuses to give you what you want- what you need.

"What's'a matter?" He drawls, and by the condescension in his voice, by the sharp, rigid smirk on the mouth of his that you want so bad, you know he knows, "What gives, you don't like me or somethin'?"

"Logan," You whine for mercy, tears beading in your eyes as you grip his biceps and attempt to hoist yourself up to kiss him. He deflects skillfully, pushing you back down to the mattress.

"No, no, don't be greedy. My dick isn't enough? Looks like it is." He muses, eyeing the way your cunt slobbers on his length, coating it generously in your thick, slick arousal.

"Look at you, you're ruined," Logan scoffs, panting through the continuous motions of his hips, "And you still want more."

"I want a kiss," You feel pitiful whining like that, and he laughs like you are.

"Oh, princess wants a kiss, is that it? All this cock and what you really want is my mouth?"

"Yes," You gasp, tears flooding down your cheeks at the contempt in his eyes, even if its staged, "Please Logan, please, I jus- I just want one kiss, please." You try yet again to raise your head, but he won't take the bait- he sneers like you're nothing but an annoyance.

"No." He decides simply, hips only snapping faster and faster, harder and harder into your cunt, "You have enough. Use it."

You do. You clench around his cock, thighs squeezed together so that your entrance is as tight as possible. You feel every inch of his impressive length as it pounds in and out of your pussy, you feel pleasure in every fiber of your being, and yet- it's the visual of Logan's tongue flicking out over his lips after a hefty exhale that finally sends your brain and body into overdrive.

His lips, thin and a shade pinker than his skin, look so enticing, and the way that his tongue laves over them leaving translucent saliva behind sends sparks between your legs like nothing you've ever felt without Logan's mouth. You wish it was yours, you wish his tongue was dipping into your mouth the way it does so often, licking every inch of your skin, tasting every part of you there ever has been.

You cum hard and you cum almost painfully, writhing on the bed covered in tears and sweat. There's surely a pool of slick beneath your ass on the bed from where your cunt has drooled onto the sheets but Logan will clean it up later- if you're lucky, from you with the mouth you're still fantasizing about.

"There, that wasn't hard," Logan hums, crooning tenderly like he's taking care of you as he finally dips down to press a firm kiss against the slack ring of your mouth. It's late, but better than never. You exhale shakily as he kisses you, a balm to soothe the hurt feelings of his denial, and he chuckles as you twitch beneath him. He leaves his cock buried in your warm, twitching cunt- he hasn't finished himself, but he'll feed his cock down your throat later- anytime you cum and he doesn't you offer to help him out. Watching the way that your eyes blink hazily at him post-kiss is certainly helping him along, and he won't take long up against the warm wet seal of your mouth.

"Poor thing is sensitive." He nudges his nose against your own, muscles bulging as he keeps himself hovering over you, "Can't handle being used, hm? Gotta be loved?"

"I love you," You whisper pitifully, chasing his mouth with a desperate, sticky kiss of your own, "Logan, I- I love you, mm-"

"Alright, alright." He mumbles through your sloppy attempts at kissing him, muffled by your lips, "Alright, crybaby, 'love you too."

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cam girl!reader, daddy/princess, satoru jerks off on live, squirting, edging, overstimulation, orgasm control, dacryphilia, light mind break, praise & degradation go hand in hand, anal, oral from the back, jerking off

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Hi, I love your works, would you consider writing about where the girl is a camgirl and the jjk men taking turn to make her cum and squirt by tipping her so they basically control the toys she has in her? I feel like you would be the perfect writer to write that kind of stuff.

𝐟𝐞𝐲: hi! :) I did this one separately, where they control when you cum, and they are either watching or recording with you. Since I don’t think they could all make the reader character squirt five times back to back. Hope you don’t mind the change and enjoy it anyway.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Come bidding war night Satoru dominated your stream. Making tonight another to add underneath the 'sugardaddy_69 bullies whore into tears' playlist.

Gliding his fist along his veiny long cock, his tip getting pinker the longer he pushes off cumming. He isn't letting you cum despite how you're begging. You sound too sexy, "Please daddy, need to!" The control he has over your pleasure is too sweet.

If only he could replace the dildo slowly fucking your beautiful, dripping wet cunt. He could squeeze your squishy thighs, bite your hip's soft crease, and take his time ruining you on camera.

Clinging onto the blanket beneath you, your slick dripping down your trembling thighs. "Please Daddy needacum I'm so close." You're slurring your words together, crying in desperation. Turning the toy off when he doesn't respond fast enough. Spreading your lips apart showing the camera your spasming cunt.

mommy_milkers22 donates 3,000: let her cum already got damn! wana see her pussy gush!

Gliding the still, long thick dildo into your cunt with a loud squelch. Turning the machine, it pace gets faster with each stroke. Your eyes roll back, and your loud moan almost makes him cum.

Quickly Satoru pays more than enough to get his way. Turning on his camera, already perfectly angled. It would be easy to get you to film with him after you took one look at his muscular body and long, veiny cock.

sugardaddy_69 donates 10,000: nice try, her cunt is mine. don't cum yet, keep fucking your beautiful cunt n check my account for my live stream

Leaning back and stroking his cock, watching you struggle to focus. Loudly moaning, gliding his hand along his cock. Pre-cum pearling on his pink cockhead. "Been edging myself too. You've been such a good girl. Cum right now and I'll fly you out to fuck you senseless." Your beautiful cunt gushes.

Satoru tugs on his fluffy hair, biting his lip, the veins in his cock pulse, and thick white cum spurts on his chiseled abs. Giving himself a few more strokes until it's too much. Smirking at your answer in his post nut haze.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Trembling, your cunt clenching with each quick stroke. Gliding your dripping wet cunt on his veiny, thick cock by your hips. The sweet ache of Toji's merciless way of using your squelching cunt like it's a fleshlight adds to the pleasure.

Creaming on his thick cock, "That's how many?" Your toes curl from the way his cock head brushes your cervix. He's going painfully pleasurable deep into your cunt. You can't focus on coming up with an answer when his cock is stirring your pussy and brains up.

"If you can't count, you can't cum. Don't make me stop when your slopping cunt is trying to milk my cock." Whining, clenching his cock, eliciting a raspy groan from Toji.

Moaning, "Fiiive!" Slamming you down hard on his cock, rutting his hips up. His skin slaps yours. Your eyes roll back, toes curling, thighs trembling. "Nnn Daddy don't stop! Want everyone to see how big a slut I am for your cock!" Getting off on knowing there are several thousand people masturbating to you getting fucked stupid.

Toji grunts, "This is how you're supposed to fuck a whore." Rubbing your clit, your cunt spasm, clenching Toji's cock like you're pulsing. The building pleasure is too intense and you want it to crush you, and make your brain dead. You didn't need to think, you need to cum on Toji's thick cock.

"Look at your sloppy cunt taking my cock." Toji turns his head. Your cunt is so beautiful stretched wide by Toji's wet, veiny pale cock fucking into you. His cock is so big. How is your pussy fitting all of him?

Your tight cunt tugging he tries to bottom out. He groans, "Love the way she's too tight to let me go. Might have to stuff you full of cum." The thought pushes you over the edge. Thick cum gushes on Toji's cock, dripping onto the floor.

The computer chimes, "addicted_towhores420 paid 2,500 said: don't stop, break her cunt, cum in your whore. I want to see it drip out from between her lips when you pull out and she's gapping from being used." Your cunt clenches around Toji's cock.

"Please cum! Please cum! Wanna fill your warm cum drip outta my pussy." Fucking you faster with each word that comes out of your mouth till you can't speak. Moaning loudly, you can't think with how roughly Toji is fucking your overly sensitive cunt.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

There is nowhere to move despite not being tied up. Trapped between Suguru's handsome face and the edge of the bed. Bent over occasionally reading the chat and watching Suguru eat your cunt till she's sloppy on stream.

He's filling your asshole with a pulsing, thick dildo. You could feel its powerful vibration in your cunt, clenching Suguru's pierced tongue. You're losing your mind from Suguru's relentlessly stoking your sweet spot with his hard metal tongue ring.

Your thighs are trembling. Rutting your hips against the edge of the bed. Clawing at the sheets. Reading out, "Can't believe she's trying to run away." Furrowing your brows, clenching Suguru's tongue. The soreness to your abused cunt adds to your pleasure.

Looking at the camera whining, "Can't help it. It's too much, Daddy's tongue feels too good! Can't cum! Wanna cum! Too much! Already cummed too much!" Your jaw drops and intense pleasure consumes you.

Squirting on Suguru's face, he tightens his grasp on your squishy thigh. Fucking the dildo into your ass quicker, twisting it. Both holes clenching, quivering, desperately trying to jerk your hips away.

You push Suguru's head back, tangling your fingers in his long hair. He groans into your cunt, gliding his tongue out. Licking your lips clean, rubbing your sensitive clit. Crying, glitching away from the intense pleasure.

Burying your face into the bed when he pulls away. Your wiggles settle into quivers, "We not done yet sweetheart." He pushes the dildo up to the hilt. Groaning, " Can't get enough of makin' you cum. Need to feel your sloppy cunt squeezin' my cock till it's too much for me to handle."

Lining his cock up, swiping it between your plush lips. Nudging barely the tip into your sensitive cunt, his fat head warm and soft. The temptation of the pleasure stretch his thick cock gives has you pushing your hips back.

Wrapping his hand around your neck, gradually choking you. "Good girl, take your daddy's cock. I'm gonna fuck ya till you can't walk, break your beautiful cunt, fill her up, then eat her out some more." Lifting your body, holding you off the ground, keeping you bent over, fucking you like he hates you.

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[skelly-words]

Pt 2. of Bring Your Tentacle to Work Day

Okay, here you go… same tags as before + some girl-on-girl

Part 3

NSFW, no minors 18+, no children, go away

You don't expect this, your coworker's shyness quickly melts away. Replaced by curiosity as she watches cum drip out of you, obscenely splattering on the floor and dribbling down your legs in thin blue ribbons.

"Where do I get one of those?" She points a shaky finger at your cunt, at the thin tentacle that takes forever to slide out of you.

A low whine leaves your throat as your pussy squeezes around the suckers. they are dragged along your sensitive insides until you're left completely empty. Satisfied with itself, the tentacle begins to wind comfortably around your hip and thigh.

You turn around, avoiding her sparkling eyes as they greedily take you in.

"Um, i-it's work issued. For productivity," you say softly, still looking at the floor. Her shoes shuffle towards you to make the tight stall seem even smaller.

She softly strokes your cheek, trailing a less innocent hand under your skirt to feel at the monster wrapped around your thigh.

"Can you use it on me?" You can feel her hot breath against your face as she leans closer. Her touches are so gentle, waiting for you to guide her, teach her.

You look up at her between damp lashes, her pretty blushing lips are pouting until you say, yes, and start to kiss her. It quickly turns to a messy makeout as your hands crawl up her skirt. She moans into your mouth as her black panties come down around her stilettos.

You can feel how wet her pussy is as she grinds against your thigh, leaving stickiness glossing your skin. The tentacle smells her arousal and loosens on your thigh, shifting and readjusting to bump her clit better.

She pulls away from your lips with a pop as the blue appendage skims up the curve of her ass. She looks at you, a lewd look of excitement flashing across her features as you hear the tentacle pop into her butt. She pants, heavier and quicker than before and clings to your hips for support.

"What? Is it too much?" You tease.

Her hands tighten on you as the thing starts to figure out how to make her squirm. She hides her soft noises in your neck with her drool pooling in the dips of your collar bones. You begin to undo her blouse. The black buttons come undone, one after the other.

She can't let you go, so the silk hangs around her elbows. Her cute little moans and the slick sound of the tentacle filling her up are making your pussy start to throb again.

She gets too loud as you play with her nipples. Your cool touch is torture on the brown buds, stiffening as you roll them back and forth between your fingers. Her perky tits get pinker as you pinch at them and her moans pitch higher. You can feel yourself getting warmer too, abandoning one of her breasts to roll a palm against your cunny.

She's on her knees as soon as your hand drops, pushing your arm and panties aside to nose at your clit. Now you're the one being too loud, whimpering into your clean hand as she shoves her tongue into you.

"I'll cum soon-," she gasps against you, cut off as you try to catch up, hand tangled in her hair to press her closer. She looks up at you, eyes going in and out of focus. The brown fabric of her skirt is bunched around her waist. You can't see the tentacle except for the bulge in her tummy as it fills her up. Two fingers begin to stretch you open. You're so easy to push into, so she forces them as deep as she can reach. She knows what to do when your breath comes faster, latching her perfect lips around your clit as she milks your g-spot.

"Please." It almost hurts, but you're so close to orgasm that you can't seem to care. "I can't squirt again."

Her nods tug at your clit and her fingers are insistent. The digits fuck your pussy into a creamy mess. A third slipping into you makes your thighs start to shake. You cry out as you cum, gushing down her lips and chin as she sucks you through it.

A single tear traces down her cheek, falling into the crease of your thigh. "It's not letting me cum." She leans back to show you her twitching cunt. The tentacle has stilled in her stuffed pussy, leaving her needy and begging.

"That's because it's mine, baby. You'd need to get your own for it to do that." You laugh softly and start to pull your pet out of her. A parting kiss on her puffy lips leaves your mouth wet from her juices.

You straighten your clothes and clean up before leaving the bathroom, fixing any smudged makeup as you hear her desperately trying to cum in the back stall.

Those who asked to be tagged- @mishaglass @gummie-soup + the anon ask

I saw someone comment about eggs on the last part and it kinda had me thinking... I have like no time to write anymore but drop me some inspiration anyway

[redr0sewrites]

Hands...

How would the hsr characters react to an afab!reader obsessed with their hands...

🥀Cw : nsfw, heavy smut, fingering, hand kink, reader is afab

🥀 Pairing(s) : Blade x reader, Kafka x reader, Luocha x reader, Sampo x reader

🥀 minors dni

Blade:

blade's hands are rough, and he has plenty of scars littered across the pale skin

i also think that they're always super cold, and its extra stimulating when his hands are freezing against your warm skin

his hands are deliciously big and veniny as well, and his fingers are long and slender. he knows what to do with them, and his long fingers always reach so deep inside you and curl so well...

while his hands are pale, his knuckles and joints have a slight blush to them and are pinker than the rest of his hand

blade has some callouses on his palms from always handling his sword, along with thin white scars across his knuckles and larger, longer scars on his wrists and lower arms

hes the type to go slow when fingering you as his hands are so large and rough; he would never want to hurt you but his thick fingers feel so damn good inside of your sloppy cunt-

you flinched subconsciously as Blade's hand gently stroked the fluttering lips of your pussy, the freezing temperature of his fingers making you tremble as he teased you. two fingers spread your folds and he stares, mesmerized by the wetness of your dripping cunt. he gently rubs over your slit, so, so close to your fluttering hole. you clench around nothing, bucking upwards as his free hand gently holds your thighs. "be patient", he whispers huskily, "you'll get what you deserve".

Kafka:

kafka's hands are slim and fair with long, nimble fingers and sharp pointed nails. she is big on self care and keeps her hands very well-maintained, she never has any dry skin or cuts and always wears gloves on missions

her naaillllsssssssss

theyre so sharp, and they're always painted a seductive red or pink

she keeps her cuticles well maintained and always trims her nails if they get in the way of her work, but they're definitely long enough to trace and claw your sensitive skin...

kafka often trails her hands down your abdomen towards your core before even touching you, she always giggles when goosebumps rise in the wake of her nails as she scratches thin lines into your trembling stomach

"so sensitive..." Kafka purrs, circling her thumb over your clit in tight circles and watching as you squirm beneath her. "i haven't even gone inside yet and you're already whimpering.. what a slut", Kafka crooned, pressing onto your pearl as she scratched thin lines down your thigh with her free hand. you let out a needy whine, she had been toying with you for what felt like hours, and she had barely touched you. "p-please-" you were silenced by Kafka's fingers in your mouth. her free hand still circled over your twitching, puffy clit, watching as your hips involuntarily humbed against her hand. "hmm, how greedy. you will take what i give you, won't you, bunny?"

Luocha:

luocha takes very good care of his hands, he always has lotion and cream on him and cleans beneath his nails at the end of each day

speaking of his nails, luocha always files his nails and keeps them smooth and short. he does this for both of your sakes', partially for cleanliness and also for your comfort when hes fingering you

he is another one with slender hands, and he has very boney fingers with exaggerated knuckles

i feel like his hands are slightly shaky but still very strong

luocha always fingers you with intensity and the intention of giving you pleasure, and his hands are very skilled

i also think he has a few beauty marks on his hands and wrists that are lovely to admire

"relax," Luocha whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple as he curled his fingers inside of you. a needy mewl escaped your lips as you grinded against his skilled fingers, your puffy clit sloppily riding the heel of his hand as your legs trembled. Luocha's other hand came to rest on your inner thigh, gently reopening your legs as your cunt squeezed his fingers. he slipped in a third finger and you sobbed, pretty tears streaming down your cheeks. "Lu- m'close-" you whined, and a grin spread on his face. "go on then, darling, let go f'me".

Sampo:

Sampo's hands are especially nimble and swift, he is a thief after all, and his hands resemble pianists hands

they're very veiny, but each finger is thick and flexible

hes got large palms as well, hes DEF the type to compare hands with you

Sampo has nice nails too, they're a boxy shape and he keeps them short but not super short

like they're trimmed but they have the tiniest bit of length to them just for the sake of fashion

sampo has insanely steady hands, its a good trait to have as a thief and their steadiness applies to sex as well

hes also a major tease, he KNOWS how much you like his hands and will sometimes purposefully tease you by taking his gloves off with his teeth or "innocently" stroking your inner thigh...

"ya really do like this, huh?" Sampo smirked, toying with your cunt and gently running his fingers through your folds to gather your slick on his fingers. "suck," he commanded, bringing the pads of his fingers up to your tongue, watching as your own arousal dripped into your mouth. your lips pursed around his boney fingers and he suddenly pushed them in deeper, making you gag and whine. Sampo snickered, pulling his spit-soaked hand away form your mouth. "y're gonna have to work for it, poor sampo here is so tired, i don't think i can fuck my pretty doll's cunt all alone..." he sneered, bringing his hand down and shoving three fingers into your needy pussy. "now, get off on my fingers on your own, or you're not coming at all tonight".

HEY YALL! finally another hsr post lmao- i promise im working on reqs but i NEEDED to get this out of my brain. hope u enjoyed!!

[borathae]

"Now that Jungkook can finally stay the night, you and he take advantage of it as many times as possible. Cuddles, snuggles and sweet kisses lull you to sleep. His hard cock filling up your pussy and his needy moans wake you again. "Don't tease please", he begs, knowing very well that begging is fruitless."

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Witch!Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Magic!AU, established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Camping Trip!AU, Smut

Warnings: Yoongi & Tae get mentioned, sex in a camper van, sub!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, he calls her Mistress, needy!Jungkook, masochist!Jungkook, consensual free use kink (free use in this story = you can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want), consensual somnophilia, he fucks her pussy while she sleeps, use of lube, Koo has sensitive nipples, nipple play, he's got a big vampire dick, gentle choking, needy begging, dirty talk, praise (good babyboy!googie nation rise), degradation (he gets called slut), dumbification (m.receiving), he cries cause it's so good & he's so needy, she uses her magic to control his orgasms, edging for him, multiple orgasms for both, creampies, unnatural amounts of cum ;), she grinds her pussy against his cock, thigh riding until she cums, a little bit of anal fingering for her, cock slapping, she rides him, he can’t stop hugging her and touching her and kissing her :(, he needs so much aftercare, please protect this bean, they are in love and very kinky

Wordcount: 7.4k

a/n: This is Sanguis!Kookie & follows this smut. I am literally going to combust on the spot. I fucking need him so much. Enjoy besties, this is unhinged 💗

The sun is shining into the camper van. The blinds are still drawn closed, which results in the light to enter the room in small golden streaks. The ocean sings its daily songs. Last night when Jungkook woke you with his lips wrapped around your nipple, it was silent as it slept. It is awake again, now filling the nice silence with the rushing of waves and the occasional call of a seagull. The chatter of people ebbs and flows as, outside, fellow campers pass your van on their way to the beach. Their conversations are unintelligible to you.

Jungkook is moaning above you. It is gentle and quiet and equals little whimpers more than anything else. 

You need a few seconds to conceptualise what is happening to you, but once you do, you feel charged in pleasure instantly. Jungkook is rocking himself into you, filling you up with his warm, hard cock. He actually made good on the promise he made last night and is now using your pussy to masturbate his sensitive dick. From how sensitive you feel yourself and by how raggedy he breathes, he must have been going at it for quite a while. The sheets under your butt are soaked and in the deepest pit of your stomach, you feel a constant warm pressure threatening to burst. 

You open your eyes, expecting to meet his gaze but being surprised by what you find. He has his eyes closed. His curly hair is sticking to his damp face, his brows are furrowed and his pouty lips are parted. The golden sunlight falsifies his skin tone, turning his naturally pale vampire skin a healthy human colour. He is glowing, not only as if sunlight kissed him, but also his cheeks are flushed. Pinker than the rest of his face. Cute. So immensely pretty.

You stay silent as you enjoy the view. You don’t want to soil this moment by making yourself known. Jungkook should continue to exist in the blissful embrace of thinking that you are still asleep.

He is propped up on his hands. They rest a little above your head and dimple the pillow. His muscles are tensed, the veins in his lower arms are swollen. You fight every urge inside of you not to feel him up, to trace his veins and touch his hardened muscles. Not yet. He needs to be blissfully unaware longer. He feels so good when he is, rocking into you slowly and deeply. Being deep is honestly rather easy with his impressive length. You really can’t get enough of how he feels, how he fills you up and how he never hurts because he fits you as if he was made for you.

His nipples call your attention next. He has the daintiest, little nipples. Darker in colour and incredibly pretty. They aren’t swollen right now, but they could be with just one touch. Truly, he is so pretty. And to think how sensitive they are. 

You knew what you were doing last night. You knew that sucking on them would get him needy. You don’t know why you did it because you were this close to falling asleep again, but you really wanted to do it. Maybe you enjoy scrambling the thoughts of your lovers. It feels so good to know that you can turn them from intelligent, well put together men to stuttering, begging messes within seconds if only you touch them right. They are all the same. Taehyung with his sensitive thighs, Yoongi with his sensitive neck and Jungkook with his sensitive nipples. It’s so easy to turn them into messes. 

Maybe that is why you did it last night. Because you love to drive them so mad in lust that they stop thinking rationally and instead act instinctively. The sex always feels especially good when they do.

You don’t touch his nipples even if you want to. Not yet. Jungkook shouldn’t be aware of you yet. 

You shift your head a little. Just a little in order not to call his attention. Jungkook doesn’t notice it, he is too lost in you.

You can’t see a lot from the position, but you try to look at his tummy next. Only glimpses of it meet your eyes. His hard-earned abs tense and relax with the smooth movements of his hips. On any other day, you would have reached down there and felt him up. Not yet.

Your eyes flit up again. He still isn’t looking, but scrunches his nose up. His head is tilted back the slightest bit, revealing his throat to your eyes. Glistening in a slight layer of sweat and skin vast of any sorts of marks. Not that marks stay on their bodies for long, but it’s still a tragedy that his throat looks so empty.

Not yet.

Jungkook moans and shudders above you. His cock fills you up deeper and forces you to almost make a sound. You widen your eyes, biting down the moan threatening to escape as your toes curl in bliss. Jungkook repeats the motion. The same feeling courses through your body as before. Hot and addicting. He does it again and by now, you realised that he picked up a new tempo. Deeper than before and needier. Judging by how hard he tries not to be loud, he is getting closer, making it harder and harder for you to stay silent as well. All you want to do is moan.

Perhaps you have to make yourself known. It’s too good to handle.

You lift your hands to his nipples and rub them.

“Holy fuck, ah”, Jungkook gasps and collapses to his elbows. His face falls against the crook of your neck, his cock covers your walls in spurts of his hot pleasure, “holy fuck.”

“Good morning”, you rasp, pinching and rolling his nipples between your fingers.

“You’re making me cum”, he whimpers. It’s been too long since he started. This was his last straw, “holy fuck, honey”, he moans and shakes.

“Oh?” you let out and giggle, hugging him against you as he empties his heavy balls inside you, “what a way to start the day. Does that feel nice, baby? Mhm?”

“Yeaah”, Jungkook keens, shaking in your arms. 

“That’s it baby. I’m sorry. I surprised you quite a bit, didn’t I? But that’s okay, baby. Enjoy yourself, just enjoy yourself my honey”, you talk him through it, helping him ride out the surprise high by rolling your hips up against him. Your heart is racing like crazy. This is the cutest, yet hottest thing he ever did.

It feels heavenly to you to be filled like that. His cum is so warm and his cock so hard. It feels nice to be filled with him. 

Jungkook comes down with a shudder of his limbs, dropping atop of you with a loud squeak. He shivers, squeaking out little noises. His cock is still rockhard, throbbing inside you as he recovers. You soothe him with back scratches and a slow scalp massage, enjoying the warm scent he radiates. 

“Good morning indeed, mhm?” you whisper. 

“I’m sorry”, he croaks, breathing heavily.

“For what?” 

“I didn’t mean to cum already. That was so embarrassing.”

“It wasn’t. You were perfect”, you say and giggle, “although I gotta admit, it’s a little funny to think that the second I wake up you have to nut.”

Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, “yeah uh”, he lifts his head, blushing like crazy, “fuck”, he laughs.

“You’re cute, Kookie”, you say, cupping his face. 

He closes his eyes, leaning into your embrace. He smiles prettily.

“I do gotta say though. You’re bold as fuck. You really just used my pussy to jerk off huh?”

“Mhm?”

“I woke up to you jerking off with my pussy as if you’re a dumb, needy animal. What kind of imagine does that make Kookie, hm?”

He opens eyes, pouting at you, “I needy one?” he asks cutely.

“Exactly. So needy.”

Jungkook widens his eyes cutely “I, I only did it because you told me last night that I can fuck your pussy.”

You smile, tracing his cupids bows, “mhhm, did I?”

“Y-yes.”

“Interesting. I can’t remember that I did”, you coo and pinch his cheeks. 

“Ah aha, don’t”, Jungkook giggles, bucking his hips into you in a needy reaction. It feels so good, but teasing him feels even better. You stop his hips, speaking in a soft yet demanding voice.

“Get off of me, Kook.”

“What?”

“Get off of me. Now.”

Jungkook follows your orders instantly. 

“I’m, I’m sorry”, he stutters, tearing up because he thinks that he messed up. That he did something you didn’t want to do. 

You sit up and take him by his shoulders to guide him. He falls against the headboard, looking at you with glassy eyes. 

“I’m so sorry”, he chokes out.

“Don’t apologise baby, you did nothing wrong”, you assure him, smoothing over his cheeks, “well”, you smirk darkly, “you did. You’re such a needy, little boy, aren’t you? Look at the mess you made”, you say, running your fingers through your creampied pussy, “so messy.”

Jungkook gulps, widening his eyes cutely. He finally understands what is happening. You aren’t mad at him, you are just being your perfect self. This is all an act. A part of the sex he started. You are so into this right now. He pouts, tears roll down his cheeks. 

“I didn’t think that you would take my offer and yet you did. You are such a needy slut, Kookie. Do you really only think with your cock, hm?”

Jungkook sobs and nods his head, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“I’m such a dumb slut”, he chokes out and sobs, “I’m sorry Mistress, all I do is think with my cock.”

“Of course you do. That’s all you do, you cute, pretty slut”, you say, sitting down on his lap right under his cock. You smear his cum everywhere, using it to grind your clit against his muscular thigh. The sensation makes your body burn up.

Jungkook opens his eyes and whimpers, grabbing your hips. 

“Please”, he begs, trying to tug you onto his cock. 

“No touching”, you say, taking his wrists to guide them behind his back. 

Like this, your faces are so close that with only one tilt of your head, you would kiss him. He is gazing at you, eyes racing between yours and sparkling like crazy.

“I want you to keep your hands behind your back. Can you do that for me or are you dumb enough to fail?” 

“I wanna try”, he whispers, “please?”

“You’re such a good boy, so good for me”, you praise, “clean.”

You press your cum slickened fingers against his lips. Jungkook opens up and takes you inside, sucking on your digits as his good boy eyes gaze up at you. 

“There we go. Are you yummy mhm? Do you like how you taste?” 

He nods his head, moaning needily and tensing his thighs.

“Kook”, you sigh, eyelids fluttering, “Koo, I’m…my pussy’s sensitive. Keep…yeah, keep doing that.”

He moans, sucks and tenses his thigh. It flinches and shakes under your pussy. You glide over his smooth skin, electricity shoots through your veins. 

“Fuck”, you sigh, dropping against Jungkook’s strong chest. Like this, you forget all about your fingers in his mouth which results in your hand slipping down and your fingers tugging his jaw down with them. 

Jungkook shakes his head free, resulting in your hand falling around his throat gently. 

Your forehead is resting against his shoulder, your back is bent so you are more comfortable and your pussy is dripping down his sculpted thighs. 

Although he promised to be your good boy, Jungkook puts his arms to the front. He needs to touch you. That’s all he wants to do. Touch you, hug you, feel you as you moan in his arms. He wanted to do those things for years and now that he finally can, he doesn’t want to stop doing them.

“Holy fuck, that’s good. Fuck, that’s so good”, you moan, scratching his scalp as you continue to twist and relax your fingers in his hair.

Jungkook cuddles closer, kissing your neck as best as possible.

“That’s so good, oh god Kook”, you shudder, circling your clit against him quickly, “holy fuck.”

“I’m here”, he whispers, slipping his right hand to your butt while his left arm still hugs you close. His fingers dip between your buttocks, picking up the remnants of his cum so he can spread it on your hole. 

“Baby”, you groan, tensing up for just one second before you shudder and moan shakily. Your hips speed up afterwards, your fingers squeeze around his throat, “don’t stop baby, please don’t stop.”

Jungkook moans, enjoying you with his eyes closed. This is paradise to him. He continues to move his pointer and middle finger against your hole, massaging it with just enough pressure that you feel it deep inside you. He doesn’t even have to slip in and yet you feel stuffed with him. 

“So good…”

Your clit is burning. That’s how it feels to hump his sculpted thigh. Hot. So incredibly hot. You can’t take much more. 

“I’m gonna cum like this”, you choke out, resorting to moaning afterwards. 

“Don’t hold back, please”, he begs, hugging you closer. He presses down on your hole and slips inside to his first knuckle.

“Ah”, you wail and orgasm instantly. If there is one thing that will always break you it’s when they introduce something new to the sex. Just like Jungkook with his nipples, all it took for you right now, was for Jungkook to breach your hole. 

You shake and tremble, covering his thigh in your orgasm as you feel in goddamn paradise. 

“Holy f-fuck, holy shit, Kook”, you moan, hugging him tightly.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop”, Jungkook begs, holding you through your high as his cock aches for your warmth again. 

You shake two more times and then drop. A little grumble of utter ruin leaves you, your fingers slip from his throat. 

Jungkook slips his fingers out and caresses your buttocks instead. Your pussy throbs on his thigh rhythmically. Like a heartbeat. He knows that these are the aftermaths of your intense high. You are panting like crazy too. 

“A good morning, huh?” he jokes.

“Yeah hah”, you laugh breathily, lifting your head, “fuck.”

Your face is glowing from sweat and the golden light, your eyes are sparkling. Jungkook feels short of breath at the view. This is you. This right here is you. The truest you and he can look at you without wanting to rip you apart. Holy fuck.

He cups your cheeks, running his thumbs over your skin. His tummy flutters when your first reaction to his touch is to lean into him and give him a droopy smile.

“You are so beautiful”, he says.

“You are beautiful too, Kookie.” 

“I want more”, he confesses and tries to tug you closer to his cock, “please don’t let this end yet.”

“I don’t want this to end either”, you say, chasing him. You lift yourself, pressing your warm pussy against his cock as you go in for a kiss.

Jungkook whimpers, closing his strong arms around your lower waist and pressing you against him that way. He has to crane his neck to reach you, but he doesn’t mind. There is nothing better than to look up at you, to lift his head for you. You deserve that. You are his beautiful goddess and all you deserve is to be gazed upon. To be kissed and held and cherished.

You move your hips slowly, grinding your clit against his cock without slipping in. Just warmth, pressure and connection. It’s enough to make Jungkook moan into the kiss. Slow and gently you kiss him, sucking on his tongue because he tastes so good and moans so sweetly. 

You are still incredibly sensitive from your first high. His cock feels like the sweetest torture against your clit. A torture you can’t get enough of and which has you chasing him with eager, needy movements.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, “okay, fuck. You gotta slow down”, he sounds out of breath, his thighs are shaking beneath you.

“Why?” you ask, rutting against him with your arms hooked behind his head and your fingers deep in his hair. 

“I’m gonna cum”, he mewls and moans, tilting his head back and parting his lips. He squeezes your waist, throbbing against your clit. 

“Already?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah?” you giggle, “that’s why you’re close?”

“Yeah”, his eyes tear up, he pulls you closer.

“You’re cute”, you sigh, running your fingers through his hair “so cute”, you whisper, circling your clit right on his frenulum. 

“Oh mhmgng”, he presses out, widening his eyes at you. 

“So cute baby, so cute and so dumb.”

You can watch how his thoughts leave his brain, how utter emptiness fills his mind and how he becomes nothing but yours. You have to giggle and caress his cheeks. You press your pussy closer, resulting in his cock digging into his tummy and for your clit to feel charged in pleasure. 

“So dumb and cute, my little slut”, you coo.

“Please slow”, he begs, spilling tears, “I’m gonna cum, please.”

“Mhm, what a shame”, you say, lifting yourself and dropping back onto his lap. You continue rutting against him, using his thigh instead of his cock. 

“Please”, Jungkook mewls, now whining about being edged. He tries to sit up and chase you, but you take him by his shoulders and position him back against the headboard. He lets it happen with a moan, dropping his head against the window right above it as he is unable to open his eyes. He is so dizzy. You made him your dumb, pretty slut and however hard he tries, he won’t be able to escape until you free him again.

“Comfy?” you ask him again.

“No”, he croaks.

“No?”

“Want your pussy.”

“My pussy, hah”, you chuckle, “didn’t you whine about being too close?”

“I lied.”

“Sure you did”, you chuckle, “you’re being a greedy slut right now, aren’t you?”

Jungkook whimpers, “yeah”, he squeaks, arching into your touch.

“Of course you are. Just fucking look at your cock”, you say, placing your hands on his tummy right next to his cock. The touch is so heavy, leaving him to gasp for air.

“Please”, he begs for your hands, but you ignore him.

“You’re so wet, look at you. All sticky and messy”, you rasp, running your thumbs through his dark pubes. They are soaked in his own cum and your wetness. They feel so soft against your skin, “did you use lube when you fucked me?”

“Yeah. I, I didn’t want you to hurt so, so I used lube.”

“You did, wow”, you click your tongue, “even if you knew that you needed to use lube you didn’t stop, mhm? Is your cock really all that controls you, huh?”

He throbs, leaking new slick. The pretty little pearl runs down along his swollen vein and gathers on the base.

“Of course it is. Look at how wet you get when I talk about it”, you tease and grab him by his base. You slap his cock.

Jungkook cries out and arches off the headboard. His thighs squirm under your pussy, rubbing right against your clit. The sensation feels like fucking paradise.

“So dumb, you’re so dumb”, you taunt, spanking his cock again.

Jungkook bucks his hips up, almost throwing you off his lap because of it. He wails so sweetly, gripping your thighs because all he wants to do is hold you. He expected anything but this. 

He fucked your pussy for quite a while before you woke. It started with him waking up to you being his little spoon and your naked butt pressing right against his bared cock. The mess of last night was still sticking to your bodies, enabling Jungkook to rub his cock against you without any kind of struggle. It wasn’t long until he was hard and just as needy as he was last night. Maybe he was even needier because your words of last night kept repeating in his head.

“I can’t wait to wake up to your cock stuffed in me tomorrow”, you told him last night and ever since then, it has haunted him.

So Jungkook began humping you, trying to get you to wake up, but you were slumbering too deeply. So he tried something else. He tried to suck your nipples again, burying three of his long fingers in your warm pussy and massaging your clit. All it did was make you wetter and sigh in your sleep. So he tried to get rid of his desperation by humping your thigh, but this only made it worse. He tried to grind his cock against your clit next, but that didn’t wake you and made him so horny that he felt like crying. Nothing helped and the ache between Jungkook’s legs became unbearable. So he grabbed some lube, rubbed it all over his fully grown cock and then filled your pussy with his length. You felt like heaven around him and Jungkook began rocking himself into you in the slowest movements he ever made. If he hadn’t, he probably would have lost himself within seconds. The slow movements were nice, Jungkook never felt as close to you as he did when he fucked you this morning. They were nice, but they also kept him on the constant border to climax. 

The one he had before didn’t help. It just made it worse. The ache for you is unbearable. Which meant his cock was this close to bursting right now and your spanks were the last sparks needed to ignite the flame.

“I’m cumming”, he chokes out, fucking the air aggressively.

“No”, you say, squeezing around his base. It tingles where you touch him. Jungkook knows you are preventing his cock from cumming with a little bit of help from your magic.

“No”, he keens, writhing painfully, “please don’t do this to me, please.” It hurts so much. He wants to cum, but he can’t. Oh god, it hurts so much.

“Why not? It’s the least I can do to you for being such a slut”, you taunt him. The pressure around his base stops, instead you press his cock against his tummy and connect your pussy with it. In smooth rolls of your hips, you grind against him, sending his body down a spiral of unbearable pleasure.

“Please slow, please slow, please slow”, he begs.

“I am slow”, you tell him, holding onto his shoulders as you grind against his heavy cock, “I’m barely even moving.”

“It’s too much”, Jungkook mewls and sobs, “I wanna cum.”

“Stop whining.”

“Don’t tease, please”, he begs, bucking his hips up, “oh fuck, that was too much”, he begins whining, pouting as he does. He writhes as he talks, “please don’t go so fast, please Mistress please.”

“Do I have to force you to stop being such a slut, mhm?” you spit and grab his chin, “look at me.”

Jungkook peels his eyes open. The sweetest tears roll down his face and soil your fingers. Your hips still move against him, grinding your swollen clit against his burning cockhead. You are dripping all over him, your pulse is racing in your pussy. Jungkook can feel everything and it makes him want to pass out from how good it feels.

“Do I actually have to use magic on you to get you to stop being so sensitive, huh?”

“Can you do t-that?”

“I can do unspeakable things to you if I wanted to, Kookie.”

“Oh god”, he mewls, presenting his throat to you, “please do whatever you want to me, I-I’m free use.”

“Mhm, so needy”, you taunt, “fine, if you’re asking for it like such a slut”, you say and lean down to kiss his forehead. Jungkook knows that the kiss was magic. Not only because it really comforted him, but also because he felt unbearable pressure building in his stomach once your lips touched his skin. 

He mewls and writhes, fighting the feeling with minimal effort. He wants to cum and yet can’t. The pressure in his tummy is too much and yet he can’t let go. 

“Please”, he begs, “please, oh god please.”

“There we go”, you say, lifting your head. You smooth over his forehead, caressing his cheeks afterwards, “how is that feeling, mhm?”

“A, a lot. There, there is so much pressure in my tummy and, and my legs feel so, so weak”, he stutters. 

“Yeah? That’s the magic, babyboy”, you explain, “is it too much?”

“I don’t know yet”, he says, spilling tears, “please don’t let go.”

“I won’t, baby. Now that I can use your pretty, little cock to get off, I won’t hold back”, you say, moving your hips against his cock. 

Jungkook can feel everything. The magic doesn’t reduce the pleasure you give him, it simply prevents his body from falling over the edge. Your wet pussy grinds right against his swollen cockhead and all he can do is take it and spill tears. 

“How’s that? Is the magic too much?”

“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know”, he sobs, “please don’t ask me that, I don’t know”, he wails, pressing his eyes closed. 

“I’m just asking to make sure you’re not pushing yourself too much. Yeah? You’re such a dumb little slut that sometimes you go too far, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes”, he moans, “it’s not too much. I can’t cum, I don’t know what to do.”

“You don’t have to do anything. You just gotta be a good boy and let me use your cock like you used my pussy. It’s only fair, wouldn’t you say?”

He nods his head vigorously. 

“Good. Now relax”, you say, pushing his head back and speeding up your hips. 

Jungkook returns to his most natural state, moaning and sobbing just for you as his body writhes underneath you. His eyes are squeezed shut, his cheeks flushed and his pretty lips pouted in bliss. He looks so content with the situation. Content, but also utterly ruined. His arms keep tensing, clearly fighting the urge to squeeze you strongly. 

You run your hands to his biceps and squeeze them softly. Tense just how you thought. Your clit throbs against his cock.

“Fuck, I want you so bad”, you moan, giving in to your urges and lifting yourself just so you can sink down on his cock. 

“Ah”, Jungkook gets out, chasing you by sitting up straight. He was so lost in the feeling of your wet clit grinding against his cock that he didn’t even realise that you were taking him back in. 

“Relax”, you whisper, pushing him back down gently. His head does a thun as it hits the window again.

“Holy fuck”, he croaks, “holy fuck please let me cum, please.”

“Not yet”, you say and begin bouncing on him. 

“Ah!” Jungkook moans, arching his back, “ah! ah! ah!” 

He can’t do much more than make noises. There are only a few better things than having you ride him. Jungkook loves fucking you. He loves to control the tempo and movement and how you writhe and moan in reaction. He fucking loves it. But there is something especially heavenly about having you bounce on him. 

To be at your mercy, to take what you give him and to be reduced to a pretty cock to bounce on. Jungkook lives for the feeling of it, begging you to continue in a shaky voice.

“That’s it, holy fuck that’s it”, you moan, pressing yourself closer with one single goal in mind. Cum on his cock. Your naked tits press against his sculpted chest. His body heat mixes with yours, forcing layers of sweat to cover your skins. It’s an addicting sensation. To be so close and warm and sweaty with him as your bodies connect in harsh bounces. It’s addicting.

“I wanna cum”, Jungkook sobs, fighting the spell, “this is torture, it hurts so much.”

“Say the word and I’ll stop, you know you can stop this baby”, you pant, hugging him tighter against you. You need his stomach to grind against your clit. His cock is so deep inside you. You possibly couldn’t take all of him and yet he still feels as if he is going to rearrange your insides. You’re so goddamn addicted to that feeling. 

“Don’t stop”, Jungkook doesn’t say the word. He begs for more. Burying his face in the crook of your neck and going hazy at your scent, he begs for more. He wraps his arms around you, squeezing you desperately.

“I won’t, baby I won’t. You feel so good, you have no idea”, you choke out and moan loudly. You bury your fingers in his damp curls, pulling him closer this way. You need him so bad. Nobody knows just how bad you need him. You weren’t able to be like this with him for years. He would have ripped you apart before that, hurt you, even killed you. You had to hold back, he had to be restrained and muffled, people had to step in between whenever you grew too close. Two lovers forbidden from connecting in the most addicting of ways because otherwise you would have ended up dead. Two lovers now finally alone and able to find each other without the fear of being separated again. Nobody truly understands how much you want him. How much this morning means to you. 

“You feel so good”, you moan, “Kookie, you feel so good.”

“Please don’t stop”, he begs.

You knew that this trip wouldn’t be very productive. That you would spend most of it in your camper van while outside the weather was nice. It would have been a shocking surprise if you didn’t use the newfound freedom exploring each other every waking second. Perhaps this is even why you went on this trip in the first place. To fuck without restraints. Living with the others in your big, spacious castle was nice, but sometimes it feels better to know that you have true privacy. That everyone who can hear your blissful moans was a  stranger, who will never get to know you. 

It’s just you and him in a sea of strangers and that shit makes you want to ride him even harder. 

“I love you”, you pant, “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too. Ah please”, Jungkook mewls, drooling all over your shoulder. His toes curl, his thighs tremble. He can’t let go even if he needs to. Jungkook feels this close to passing out. 

“I’m fucking cumming”, you moan, convulsing on top of him without stopping your movements, “holy fuck, holy fucking fuck Kook. Oh god.”

This is what happens when you get your hands on him. You get so goddamn greedy that you keep fucking yourself stupid while your body shakes uncontrollably. Your clit throbs against his tummy and your pussy convulses around his huge cock and yet you can’t stop. You don’t want to stop. 

“Please”, Jungkook sobs, “please, please I wanna cum, please.”

“Not yet, I’m not done”, you croak, lifting your head to stare at him. His hair is just as messy and wet as yours is. You are fucking so hard that it’s hard not to sweat. It’s hot. He looks so good when his skin glistens. He thinks the same about you, looking up at you with teary eyes and his cock throbbing deep inside you. The connection burns him alive. To share such a messy, private state with you in this golden lit, warm room feels like a dream to him. He tugs on your hips. 

“Please I wanna cum in you”, he begs. 

“And get all sensitive? You’re better off like this.”

“No, I’m not”, he whimpers, giving you puppy eyes.

“Say the word, Kookie. One word and I’ll lift the spell.”

Jungkook sobs, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Kiss me. Please”, he pleads.

“Fuck, Kook. I want you so bad”, you say, squishing his face as you pull him into a kiss. Sloppy tongues and deep moans. You kiss each other as if this was the last moment on earth. 

You sink down on him more. He stretched you well enough that it feels possible now. One more inch. Two more inches. The last inch and your ass connects with his meaty thighs. The impact is audible. Skin slaps against skin, your pussy squelches now that your mixed pleasure gets spread all over his lap. 

Jungkook moans into the kiss. You swallow his sounds and press yourself closer. All he should do is kiss you and give you his big cock. You bounce on him, circling your hips to make sure that not even an inch of you misses out on the ecstatic feeling of being stuffed by him. Jungkook whimpers into the kiss and tugs on your hips again. He wants to both hug you as he loves you like crazy, but he also wants to grip your hips and force them to slow down. He signed a devil’s contract when he allowed you to use magic on him. The pressure in his tummy has become so huge that his legs feel numb. He swears his balls grew twice their size by now, he can’t even comfortably close his legs anymore because it would crush his balls. He begs his body to be stronger than your spell. To cum. To please release him of this pressure. But he can’t. He is at your mercy and it hurts so goddamn wonderfully.

He breaks the kiss just as you break it. He wanted to beg for mercy, but you interrupted him with a high-pitched moan.

“Kookie, this is making me cum”, you confess, rubbing yourself against his abs while his veiny cock was grinding against your g-spot. 

“Don’t stop”, he begs, wanting nothing more than your high, “please don’t stop”, he begs even if his cock feels like bursting. The pressure spreads to his upper tummy as well. Jungkook never tensed his abs as much as he has to right now. But he has to stay strong. You are going to cum and this is more important than finding his own release. 

“Oh god, Kookie, oh god”, you drop your face into the crook of his neck, “oh god baby, holy fuck I’m so filled up with you, oh god now.” 

Your body grows limp and starts shaking. You whimper into his neck, flinching and trembling and convulsing on top of him. You wanted to keep fucking him, but you can’t. This is so much more intense than your first high. Now stuffed with all of his cock and being so close to him, your body is breaking apart under the pleasure. 

“This is so good, please baby please”, Jungkook sobs, chasing your high with harsh thrusts. It shakes you on top of him and makes holding on hard, but it’s a goddamn perfect fucking thing. You are so weak that you can’t move anymore, so having Jungkook take over feels like sweet relief, “it hurts so much, I wanna cum”, Jungkook wails, fangs tickling your skin because of how lost he is. He won’t bite you, but it’s hard to hide his natural state if you fuck him that hard.

“Please cum for me”, you order, lifting the spell with a kiss to his neck. 

Jungkook screams up and breaks. The pressure bursts the second the spell is lifted. Your name is the only thing which he manages to choke out and then all he can do is scream and shake.

“Yes Kookie! Yes! That’s it! Yes!” you encourage him, riding him in sloppy rolls of your hips. Now he is the one who can’t move, while you take over for him.

He cums so hard that your pussy gets too wet and his cock flops out. His creamy seed bursts out of you and covers your ass and his thighs messily. And as you leak uncontrollably, Jungkook keeps cumming, spreading his white pleasure everywhere.

“I can’t stop”, he sobs, “I can’t stop, I can’t stop.”

“That’s my boy, that’s it. Such a good boy”, you praise him, reaching behind yourself to push him back inside.

“___!” Jungkook screams and feels how much harder he cums. It scares him how good it feels. So this is what happens when your magic prevents his body from functioning normally. This is what happens when you finally give him back control. He can’t stop cumming. Jungkook fights the feeling and sobs, burying his face in your shoulder “please make it stop, please.”

“Almost there, baby. Almost there, don’t give up on me”, you talk him through it, bouncing on his throbbing cock to help him ride it out.

“Please make it stop, I can’t stop. Please don’t make me cum- no- again!” he wails, throwing his head back as he cries the hottest tears, “make it s-stop please.”

“Almost there baby, I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so well. I know it’s a lot, but if we stop now you’ll end up with way too much cum still inside you. We have to milk you, yeah?”

“It won’t stop, please I’m s-scared.”

“I’m right here. Almost done, baby. Almost there”, you soothe him, caressing his cheeks as he does the best job of emptying his heavy balls inside you.

"Mistress please make it stop”, he begs.

“I know baby, I know”, you soothe him, pulling his head to you so you can smother his cheeks in kisses, “don’t give up, almost there baby. You’re such a good boy, so good.”

Jungkook wails up one last time. One last time he empties his balls inside you. One last time he dances between the world of the living and the world of the dead. One last time he fights for air and then it finally stops.

His body finally stops spasming, his cock finally stops throbbing and his balls finally feel empty. Every inch of his body gives up. He slacks against the headboard, head rolling to the side and almost slipping off if you hadn’t caught it. You place it on the edge gently, running your fingers through his soaked hair. He is barely breathing, dripping sweat from his face as behind his closed lids, his eyes don’t seem to stop racing.

“Good job, my babyboy”, you praise him, drying the tears from his face.

Jungkook doesn’t respond, he merely lets his head slack into your hand and then gravity drags his torso down resulting in his head getting bent into an uncomfortable position.

“Careful, hey my honey”, you giggle, placing your arms around him so you can pull him against your chest.

Jungkook falls into you like a limp ragdoll, his head bounces against your shoulder, knocking a barely there sound out of him.

“Kookie, are you okay?” you ask him, caressing his back.

He doesn’t move. He can’t move. Almost as if he was paralysed. Oh. Everything falls into place. This is the result of a Ripper high. You actually made him cum so hard that it equaled the intensity of a Ripper high. Jungkook is actually paralysed because you made him cum too fucking hard.

“You’re doing so well, my babyboy”, you praise him, slipping off of his cock to make it easier for him to come back to you.

He whimpers softly.

“Sorry, I know that was a lot”, you say, ignoring the feeling of you leaking his cum. It’s so much and doesn’t want to stop, “but you’re safe with me. I’m right here, babyboy.”

You run your fingers over his back.

“Take your time, Kookie. I’m not going anywhere”, you whisper, hugging him against your chest and running your fingers through his soaked hair. It’s covered in sweat. You feel as hot as he does. You came so goddamn hard right now. You rest your chin on his shoulder and let your head fall against his’, “I’m so done. This was the most intense orgasm ever”, you say and close your eyes, falling into the blissful feeling of recovering with him together. You keep leaking as you do, but you try to ignore it for now.

The first thing Jungkook manages to move are his arms. They fall around your waist and keep you close.

“Hey there”, you whisper.

“Hey”, he croaks.

“That was something, wasn’t it?”

He nods his head, giving you a soft squeeze.

“I’m still leaking”, you say and giggle.

When Jungkook doesn’t laugh with you, you lift your head in worry. He raises his head, looking at you with teary eyes.

“Hey Kookie, are you okay?” you gasp, cupping his cheeks.

“Thank you”, he chokes out, cradling your face between his weak hands, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, my honey”, you say, closing the distance between you and him until your foreheads touch.

“Thank you”, he whispers, “thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You chuckle, kissing the slope of his nose.

“You’re so polite.”

“I’m in your debt.”

You snicker, “no you’re not. You deserved this.”

“I was so scared.”

“I know, but I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you.”

“I know, I was so scared but it felt so good. I, I don’t feel horny anymore.”

“Hah”, you laugh softly, “good to know that this is what it takes for you to stop being needy.”

“Yeah”, he chuckles, “I’m still gonna give you lots of orgasms on this trip.”

“Oh really? Well, that’s good to know”, you tease, ruffling his wet hair, “how about we take a shower first and get something to eat? And then spend more time at the beach? It’s a nice day, we should do something other than just fuck.”

“Why? We haven’t been able to do this for so long. Just you and I. It’s new to us.”

“Yeah, it’s so nice.”

“It’s paradise.”

“It really is.”

“I want to pinch myself, because I keep thinking that it’s not real.”

“It’s real, my sweetie.”

“I can’t believe it. This is real. You're with me and I actually know how to control myself.”

“After just three years of training that is.”

Jungkook smiles, “I can’t believe that this is real.”

“Me neither, but it is. And I’m so proud of you. So fucking proud.”

Jungkook lifts his head and flashes you a bright smile.

“Oh ___”, he says, swooping you off his lap so he could roll in the sheets with you, “I love you so much.”

“Careful Kookie, I’m leaking”, you laugh, trying your hardest to close your legs.

“Sorry, god”, he laughs, pressing his knee against your pussy “I don’t know what happened. It was so much cum.”

“Yeah it was. That’s so hot”, you say and give him a fond grin.

Jungkook retorts it, caressing your butt.

“You even tensed up at the end, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I honestly felt like I wouldn’t come back. How the fuck did you give me a Ripper high without blood?”

You snicker, “witchy talent.”

“You’re seriously so hot. Thank fuck you discovered your powers.” 

“Yeah, seriously”, you agree and snicker, “you think that Yoongi would be down to get this done to him?”

Jungkook’s eyes light up.

“He’ll pretend that he isn’t but yeah a hundred percent. I think he’d marry you on the spot if you gave him a Ripper high without the blood.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, hell yeah. Fuck, I wanna marry you on the spot for doing that to me. Like oh my god, be my wife please”, Jungkook says, making you laugh. 

“Mhm, fine”, you giggle, “we can all be married”, you joke, snickering happily. 

Jungkook laughs with you, running his hand up and down your leg. 

“Deal.”

“Mhm, best deal.”

“Yeah”, he smiles, “hey, do you want to wash each other?” he suggests, “I promise I won’t get horny again, I just want to be close to you.”

“Do you think that the shower is going fit us both?”

“I don’t know, we could try.”

“We could. I would love to take a shower with you, sweets”, you tell him, “and if it won’t fit, we could run down to the beach and jump into the water.”

“Yeah totally”, he giggles.

You will share a lovely day with him. It will be filled with yummy food, intimate conversations, sweet kisses and way too much fun at the beach. And later that night he makes good on his promises and you share yet another blissful moment with each other.

[melon-fodder]

-> KINKTOBER MASTERLIST <-

♡ WARNINGS: fem-bodied reader, boss/employee, teasing, degradation, fingering, rough blowjob

♡ WORD COUNT: 1.3k

♡ NOTE: Zeke is a little mean, but we like it. It’s been a long time since I’ve written for this nasty man. Felt terrible (wonderful)

A heated glance from the corner of your eye. A warm hand just a little too low on your back. He rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, steeples his fingers on the table as he speaks to whoever is listening. You shrug out of your little blazer and straighten your back to draw his attention to your chest.

It goes on and on for the rest of the company dinner, the two of you going back and forth, trading subtle (and some not so subtle) hints about what it is that’s on your mind. If it were just the two of you, you’d be sitting right next to him rather than across from him, would be talking to each other in hushed, flirty tones instead of loud enough for everyone to hear.

But you can’t do that, not in front of your coworkers. It’s not a good look for you—sleeping with the boss, that is.

You grow bored toward the end of the entree, suppress a smirk as you slip one of your pumps off beneath the table. Slowly extending your leg until it brushes against another, you watch his face for confirmation before continuing.

Icy blue eyes flick to you for just a second, lips twitching as you drag your toes higher up his leg. His jaw sets, the blond hair of his beard catching the light of the chandelier above.

Up, up, up you go, from calf to thigh, able to feel the heat radiating from him the closer you get to—

He catches your foot, fingers rough through your nylon pantyhose as he presses his thumb into your arch. It feels nice after wearing your heels all day, but you have to fight not to jerk when his touch turns light, mischievous fingers dancing over the material in a way that makes you clench your fists.

His eyebrow lifts behind the rim of his glasses, yet he still doesn’t break the conversation he’s in the middle of. The self-control he has is maddening.

As soon as he loosens his grip on your heel, you rub your foot against the growing bulge in his pants, and you have to fight to keep the triumphant smile off your face when he clears his throat in surprise. Shouldn’t have let go of you.

You press against his covered cock, enjoying the way you can feel it swell under your touch—almost as much as you enjoy watching your boss grow a little pinker with every passing second.

He cuts those eyes at you just as you take another bite of your food, a warning flashing in his gaze.

You show him a polite, professional smile, stroke over him a few more times while fantasizing about making him cum in his pants in front of all his employees, then coyly draw your leg back.

He runs his tongue over his teeth before refocusing his attention on the man he’s been talking to. You wouldn’t dare believe he’s forgotten about you, though.

“Did you think you were being cute back there?” Zeke asks in the hotel room. After a silent drive with only his firm grip on your thigh to ground you, you feel dizzy now, like you’ll float away without the eyes of others to keep you tethered.

“What exactly was your goal, hm?”

Neither of you are undressed, but he still has you bent over the side of the bed, pressing against you through the layers of business clothes.

He lifts your skirt over your ass, something barely passable as workplace appropriate, then traces over the curve before giving it a rough slap.

“Getting me all worked up in front of the team—” another hard smack has you moaning as you fist the sheets in your shaky hands.

You’re throbbing in anticipation, which isn’t out of the ordinary; Zeke has always had that effect on you, but right now, with the way he’s spanking you and grinding his cock against your thinly covered core, you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy.

“Please…”

“What’d you think would happen, sweetheart?” he continues like he never even heard your plea, “that I would bring you back here and fuck you all sweet?”

“Please, Zeke—” you try again, wiggling your hips to goad him.

“Please, Zeke,” he mimics your whine, ugly and condescending as he bullies your legs further apart. He’s careless as he finds purchase in your pantyhose, pinching accidentally-on-purpose before ripping a hole in the material to expose you to him.

He already knew you weren’t wearing anything underneath, but he still swears and degrades you for it, says, “you wanted my cock before you even saw me tonight, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you pant, biting your lip at the feeling of his fingers tracing your entrance.

You can hear the smirk in his voice when he tells you, “I’ll give it to you, don’t worry. I’m just gonna tease you first, yeah?” Zeke slides a finger inside of you with no resistance, giving an experimental thrust before stretching you with a second. “Gonna tease you like you teased me.”

He leans over you, chest to your back to growl in your ear, “and when you beg me to let you cum, you know what I’m gonna say?”

“Please, please, please,” you beg, clenching around him as he strokes your gummy insides, drilling into your g-spot with practiced precision.

“No,” he chuckles, as if that had been your true response to his rhetorical question. “I’m gonna say you don’t deserve to—not after what you did to me. Don’t care how fucking pretty this cunt is.”

“Zeke, oh my god…”

He stops all at once, and you cry out at the loss.

“Flip over,” he demands, and you do, gazing up at him through teary eyes as he shrugs out of his suit jacket. He removes both of your pumps, throws both over his shoulders while keeping eye contact. There’s no softness in his handsome face, no mercy as he pries your legs open again and pushes saliva out of his mouth to land right on your neglected clit, blue gaze on you the whole time.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as soon as he starts rubbing his spit into your sensitive bud—small, quick circles drawn with his thumb as two other fingers dive back inside of you.

You tremble beneath him, chest heaving, legs quaking as that familiar heat grows in your belly.

“Oh fuck, I—Zeke, please…”

“You’re not about to cum already, are you?” he questions, his voice just as scornful as the blue behind his glasses. “Poor pussy must’ve missed me. Just a few touches you’re a mess in the palm of my hand.”

“Zeke, I’m gonna—m’so close.”

He tsks you, shakes his head, then removes his fingers.

“So easy,” Zeke groans as if he’s annoyed. You’re left dazed, lightheaded from the orgasm that was snatched away from you. You hear his zipper, the rustle of material, and then he’s sliding a hand beneath you to pull you upright so that your face is level with his leaky cock.

“Don’t just stare at it—suck it,” he demands impatiently, thinks for a moment before adding a casual, “do a good enough job and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

You lick up the precum dripping from his slit, wrap your lips around his fat cockhead while trying to look up at him through your wet eyelashes, but Zeke isn’t having any of it. Hand on the back of your head, he pushes you down on his length until your nose is brushing his pelvis.

“What did I tell you?” he grits out, rolling his hips and making you gag around his painfully thick cock. “Don’t be a fucking tease.”

[poppy-metal]

licking on arts nipples while he has you sat in his lap while a scrapes his nails on your scalp, his cock slowly growing under you while you rock back and forth whimpering for him to put it in

just some thoughts :)

arts nipples are pinker than mine are I want then in my mouth. breastfeed me.

drooling around them while he whines and pumps his cock quick and fast - so close to your pussy but you're both holding off, making it last, building the tension. he cups one big hand at the back of your neck, holding you to his chest like you're a little babe and you whine and suck on his nipple like you expect milk to come from it. all while your weeping cunt keeps bumping against arts hand around his cock, feel the crown of him just barely nudge up against your hungry little clit.

"fuck, I'm so close." sounding pained when he says it, head thrown back, pale neck bobbing with his swallow and he beats his hand faster over himself, you can hear the slick sound of it and you pop off his chest, his nipple red and sore from your mouth and you hump eagerly against him. beg for it inside, inside, inside. anywhere else is a waist. "yeah, okay. okay -"

and he's shifting his hips, and you're sinking down and you feel that blissful fullness as you eat up his cock. start bouncing on it immediately, even as he cums, because you know he has another load in him, know this isn't the end.

[luvrxbunny]

a new taste

Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader x Vampire!Eddie Munson

Prompt: Threesome

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smoking (weed ofc), blood, handjob, a little bit of hair pulling, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 3.8k

A/N: i've never written a threesome before- i've never even watched threesome porn so if this is inaccurate or anything im sorry 

You choke on your smoke and pass the joint back to a laughing Steve. “You really can’t handle your smoke, huh?” You hurriedly reach for your water bottle and start chugging it, trying to take in as much water as possible to ease the burning in your throat. He takes two large hits before you finally feel calm enough to respond. “I can take it!” You reach for the joint, Steve shakes his head with a chuckle as he hands it to you. 

“It’s just that once I start coughing it’s like I can’t stop.” You cautiously take a hit, inhaling slowly, testing your throat. “Then why do you keep smoking? Just take a break, Jesus.” He has a smile-like grimace on his face as he watches you exhale, a smile resting on his face when you don’t choke. 

You pass the joint back to him and drink some more water. “I gotta get high enough for Eddie.”

You, Steve, and Eddie have been smoking all night, Eddie had been gifted some extra weed by Reefer Rick as a thank you and you both felt honored to help him finish it all. You promised you’d smoke a bunch for him since he couldn’t anymore and his eyes sparkled at the offer. 

Steve freezes for a moment before taking a hit. “I forget he’s like that now… Must be weird, having to suck your blood just to get high.” Eddie���s in the kitchen, across the trailer from his room because he knew you’d all end up with the munchies. You smile sadly at Steve but quickly brighten up, “He doesn’t really mind anymore, now that he can just suck my blood. We both kinda like it… It’s not bad..”

You trail off as you pass to Steve. “Whaddya mean?” You’re picking at Eddie's carpet and your brain recalls how it feels to have Eddie drink you up. Your legs subconsciously press together and Steve pretends not to notice. “It feels just- nice. It’s warm and cold at the same time, gives me goosebumps every time.” You’re entering a trance as you ramble on about Eddie, your hand reaching up for the joint with you barely noticing. 

“It makes me tingle too, it feels so romantic, to think that I’m helping him in such a detrimental way. He literally needs me on a basic, base level. I don’t know- God! I’m- I might just be weird… I don’t know.” Steve’s face is a bit pinker than it was the last time you looked up at him. It could just be the weed though. “Does it like… Does it like turn you on?” His voice drops to a whisper, his eyes wide and innocent with genuine curiosity. 

“It kinda- Yeah, no. It totally does. It feels like…” You scoot closer to Steve, taking a quick hit as he leans in. You’re both huddled together like you’re middle schoolers sharing a secret. “It feels like a super intense, drawn-out hickey. Or that he’s somehow connected a- a nerve to like- my pussy or something.” Steve gasps sharply at your words, shocked by how vulgar they were. “I know! I know, okay but this is serious. It’s crazy, Steve. I feel like I could- like I could literally get addicted or-”

“Guys! I bet you guys are gonna love this!” Eddie comes back and you back away from Steve, like you guys were caught doing something you shouldn’t. You look Eddie in the eyes with a smile as you take another hit, he nods at you briefly, warmth spreading in your lower stomach as his approval. He excitedly waits for you to exhale before explaining his new masterpiece to you. 

Steve can’t listen because he’s too focused on your previous conversation. He’s thinking about how you described it, the romance of it. He tries to get back to the conversation but you’re taking a hit and he’s brought to the previous conversation again. The way you’re inhaling joint after joint just so you’re high enough for both you and Eddie. Is just so sweet to him. 

Eddie’s finished his explanation and is just accepting your praise after trying a piece. The teasing ends up with you in Eddie's lap, giggling at his words as you smoke. Steve watches as the two of you slowly get more handsy, more physical, and more involved with each other. You guys only separate to allow you to take a hit. He can’t help but notice the sultry look in Eddie’s eyes as he watches you inhale, getting yourself high up in the clouds all for him. You choke on the hit a bit, shaking your head as you pass the joint back to Steve, waving your hands in surrender before grabbing your water. Eddie turns to Steve with an amused smile, trying not to laugh at your predicament. 

“Softie, huh?” Eddie jabs his thumb in your direction with one hand, rubbing your back with the other as you chug water. Steve laughs with a nod before taking another hit and watching you and Eddie again. 

He’s rubbing your back and petting your hair with a fond smile as you come down from your fit. Your eyelids are lower than they were before, and there's a furrow in your brows as you pout at Eddie. “Can you drink me now? Feel too high.” You whine at him and he giggles at you, slowly pulling you toward him and maneuvering you into his lap. 

“Yeah? Need me to drink you up, baby?” He whispers in your ear, a taunt only meant for you but Steve hears. He takes a deep breath and tries to pretend he can’t feel the heat building in his stomach, pretending like he’s not actively keeping himself from getting hard. He takes a slow hit to calm himself down and looks around for an ashtray. He’s stubbing the joint out into the ashtray, shaking his head at how much ash has accumulated, how many roaches are buried in it, even some half-joints that could’ve been smoked but no one would want to put their lips on it anymore. He turns to chastise Eddie about it, make fun of how he worships weed but unintentionally wastes more of it than Robin does, and they all make fun of her for it. 

When he turns all those thoughts leave his head. You’re in Eddie’s lap, head thrown all the way back, giving Steve a full view of Eddie’s fangs piercing your skin. He can see where they’re sliding into you, the little bit of blood that’s pooled around them, and the obscene slurping noises Eddie’s making. You giggle at the exaggerated noises leaving his mouth and Steve can see Eddie smirk a bit at it, until your giggle turns into a moan for a moment, before your hand slaps over your mouth. Steve watches how Eddie reacts, eyebrows furrowing with a growl before pulling you up, straightening your back against him, and groaning at the whine you let out. 

Eddie bites down harder, forcing more blood from your wound as he presses your body against his. He can feel your hips twitching like you’re trying not to grind against him. He presses his hips into yours, rubbing his growing dick against you. You whisper out a harsh “Eddie!” and your fingers dig into his arms. He quickly pulls away from your neck, surprised and worried, thinking he hurt you. You’re looking at him with hazy, desperate but embarrassed eyes, flickering to the side for a moment and he follows your gaze to a red-faced Steve Harrington.

Eddie had honestly forgotten he was there. He takes in Steve’s disheveled state and decides he doesn’t care either. He nods at you for a second before diving back in, a little more aggressive than before, eliciting a choked moan from you. He can hear Steve’s quiet gasp from the corner and peaks at him from his peripherals, he can see the tight fabric of Steve’s jeans shifting over his thigh as his cock fills it out. He has to hold in a scoff as he watches Steve clear his throat and press the heel of his palm into it. 

He focuses back on you and notices your eyes pull from Steve and shut quickly, your thighs tensing in his lap and your hips twitch into his again, a soft whine spilling out of your lips. He feels his head clouding with your high, the closeness, and the absurdity of the situation. He pulls away from you and tries his hardest to ignore the disappointed sound that leaves your lips. He licks his lips, drinking up the extra blood there, ignoring the drop that’s begun to slide down his neck. “Still high enough, baby?” 

He’s stroking your back as you nod, your head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed, and turned to Steve. Eddie looks back over to him, taking in his desperate figure. He started another joint and is suddenly very interested in the burning bud at the end. “What were you guys talking about? Before I came in?” Eddie’s voice is low and calm, Steve stiffens up before shaking his head, shrugging, and taking another hit. “I don’t know- Stuff I guess.”

“We were talking about you, Eddie.” You confess and Steve chokes on his smoke. “About how it feels when- when you drink me.” Eddie’s eyebrows raise to his hairline, his hand never stopping its movements as he turns to Steve. “Really? And what were you saying?”

Steve’s shaking his head and waving his hands at you to stop as he continues his coughing fit. You would’ve listened if your eyes were open. “I was telling him about how good it feels.” Your voice is airy and far away, making Eddie smile. “About how much I love it.” Steve’s eyes are wide and staring at you before flickering up to Eddie and playing it off with a shrug. 

“Yeah... It’s- She was just telling me about it.” Eddie looks down at you for confirmation and sees your brows furrow in confusion. Steve offers the joint to you quietly to shut you up. 

“What do you think about it?” Steve’s blood runs cold. His cock is twitching in his pants as he analyzes what Eddie said, unable to believe where this conversation may lead. “I think I- It sounds good- nice.” He tries to keep away from Eddie’s gaze because he just can’t, he’s never had this look directed at him. He’s seen it once or twice, whenever Eddie got particularly hungry and you were making him wait… he never thought it’d be directed at him. “You think you’d like it, Stevie?” 

He gasps at the question, at the nickname. He can feel his cock beginning to cry into his briefs, he’s praying to any god that it’s not showing through, that Eddie can’t see the way he’s pulsing beneath his jeans. “Yeah. I think I would.” He takes a breath and meets Eddie’s eyes. “You want a taste of me, Munson?” You whine from under Eddie’s head and Steve notices you’ve been watching the whole time. 

Guilt rips through him for a moment, his thoughts hadn’t gone that far, and they hadn’t expanded to think that you may not be okay with this. Even if you’re right there, you’re all high out of your minds maybe you don’t-

You’re kissing Eddie, moaning into his mouth and openly grinding into his lap. He pulls away to whisper to you, placing a hand on your hip to slow your pace as you whine at him. You guys have a little conversation as Steve breathes a sigh of relief. Either you’re okay with it or you just don’t care. He’s perfectly fine with either option- as long as you aren’t mad at him. 

Your hands come behind Eddie’s head, gripping his hair lightly and nodding against him, your hips still humping the prominent bulge in his pants. “Harrington.” Eddie's voice is domineering, his eyes are still on you. Steve gaps and goes red at the dramatic sound. Eddie turns to him with a smile and his hand out, his thick leather bracelet choking his veiny arm. “C’mere.” Steve has to consciously hold in a whimper at the rasp in his voice, he subtly presses his palm into his dick as he awkwardly crawls to Eddie. 

You’re shakily undoing Eddie’s belt as he pulls Steve in, a hand on his shoulder as he settles next to him. His eyes stay on a flustered Steve as he lifts his hips for you to pull his pants down. “So here’s what’s gonna happen; she’s gonna ride me, you can kiss her, touch her, just don’t fall in love.” Steve’s about to laugh but when he looks up Eddie is dead serious, Steve swallows and nods curtly. “I’m gonna feed on you, just a bit and you’re definitely gonna love it.” Eddie’s eyes flicker to the crotch of Steve’s pants, the obvious bugle, and the rapidly spreading wet spot at his tip. 

Steve nods more eagerly as you rub Eddie between your lips, he gets to watch Eddie’s eyes roll back with a gasp, and his fangs slide out of his gums. His eyes are softer when they come back around, turning to you with a soft smile. “Put it in, sweetheart. Mhm- yeah.” His eyes close again and his brows furrow. Eddie’s hand rests itself on Steve’s shoulder and grips his hair as you slide down onto his cock. He’s pulling tighter the more you take, whispering out praises of you but directed at Steve. “Oh, she’s taking it slow. Fuck. It’s cause she getting j- jealous. Hah- Fuck. She’s punishing me. Aren’t you, honey?” You moan and whine out an affirmative response. Steve’s eyes are in the back of his head, his body going slack, sliding down as he fumbles with his pants, desperately trying to get his hands on his cock. He’s trying to hold in his noises, feeling like he’ll disturb the moment between the two of you but when his eyes focus again Eddie’s giving him a disapproving stare. “Don’t hold anything in. What’s the point of that?”

Eddie wraps his hand around Steve’s head and pulls him back up, bending down slightly to kiss him. He’s surprised at the softness of Steve’s lips, how quickly his mouth opens for him, and the little moans he’s letting out. You pull Eddie back by his hair and force his eyes to meet yours. “No.” You let him go roughly and keep your eyes on his as you pull Steve in, only turning when your lips are about to meet his. Steve’s in the clouds at all the stimulation he’s receiving.

He can hear Eddie whining, moaning, and chuckling at your reaction but he can only focus on your angry whimpers into his lips. Steve brings his hand up to your face, pulling you in and pressing the lower part of your back so you grind against Eddie. He can’t help but smile as your whines become higher in pitch, and you melt into his lips, your hands resting in his hair, scratching his scalp softly. He tries to stay focused on you but Eddie’s hands are stroking over his neck now, his nails scraping gently. Steve feels Eddie’s breath ghost over his ear, he assumes you could feel it too by the way you moan into his mouth. 

“Ready, Harrington?” Steve barely has time to register what Eddie’s asking before he feels two tips push through his skin, he feels pain shoot through his shoulder before an overwhelming amount of pleasure flows through his entire body. He has to pull away from your lips, one hand coming behind Eddie’s head to keep him in place. “FU-ck that’s- Holy shit I-” Steve can’t even form a coherent thought as he feels Eddie’s lips lift into a smirk against his skin. You’re fumbling with his underwear, wiggling your hand underneath the waistband, and finally pulling his soaked cock out of its confines. He moans again at the cold air on his wet shaft, it’s drawn even longer when you wrap your hand around it. 

You don’t even need to move your hand, Steve’s hips buck into your fist all on their own so you focus back on Eddie. You place kisses on his exposed neck, stretched from turning to drink Steve. You bite him as your hips slightly speed in their slow grinding rhythm. Your kisses turn sloppy as you focus on the way he feels inside you. You’re mind is getting cloudier by the second and you can hear Eddie moaning into Steve’s neck, and the gurgle of blood with every whimper. Eddie pulls away violently and pulls you away from his neck, shoving your lips to his instantly. 

His hips are thrusting up into you frantically at the thought of Steve’s blood smearing all over your face. He reaches blindly beside him and pushes your hand off of Steve’s cock, taking matters into his own hands as he separates from you. “Eddie.” You whine his name out, earning a moan from Eddie and a whine from Steve. 

Eddie places his other hand on your lower back, pulling you close, forcing you to hump him. Your clit bumps into his thick patch of curls and you feel like you may float away. 

You’re surrounded by whimpering and whining men. You can hear the wetness of your pussy in time with the slick noise of Eddie’s hand moving over Steve’s cock. He’s fucking you both to the same tempo. You moan into Eddie’s face, pulling him in for a brief kiss before moving to Steve. 

You hear Eddie moan beside you and Steve’s hands bury in your hair, gripping gently as his hips begin to fuck into Eddie’s fist. Steve pulls you closer and breaks the kiss, moving down your neck and licking your skin like it’s his favorite flavor. He keeps his hand on the back of your neck as he kisses every square inch of your neck, moaning along with you at the feeling. 

He works his way back to your jaw, his lips lingering by your ear, letting shuddering breaths blow over the shell of it. “Please tell me you’re cl-ose” His voice cracks into a whine and his hips stutter in Eddie’s grip.

You moan and grind faster against Eddie, his moans go from low groans to frantic whimpers. He leans to the side and buries his face in Steve's neck, trying to muffle the way you make him feel. 

You can feel his cock twitching and stiffening even more as he nears his orgasm. His moans become more unrestrained as he gets closer to the edge. Your eyes are focused on Eddie despite the way Steve is gnawing at your ear lobe. You watch his fangs slide out from his gums again, a telltale sign his orgasm is about to seize him. 

You pull Steve out of your neck by his hair and you’re shocked at his expression, his brows furrowed even though his eyes are rolled back. You can see his adam’s apple bouncing as he tries to calm himself. “M’ onna cum- I can’t- M’sorry-“ 

His sentence cuts off with a gasp as Eddie lurched for you, making sure to keep his hand working over his cock while he dug his fangs into your previous punctures, making sure it stings. You and Steve moan into each other's mouths, cumming at the same time. 

Your orgasm crashes into you like a train. Just ripping through you, destroying your every thought. You can feel Eddie’s moans vibrating against your neck as you cum and his nails dig into your hips, leaving crescents as his orgasm flows over him. His hips press up into you, filling you with his dick completely before cumming. 

His head rips from your neck to moan your name against it. Steve leans back, resting against Eddie a bit as he ruts into you. His hand leaves Steve’s cock and plays with your clit. Eddie knows you came, he knows you’re sensitive but he also knows that you’ll clamp down on his cock every time he rubs over your clit. So he plays with you until he’s satisfied. He lets you squeeze around him as he fills you up, moaning about how good you feel and apologies. “I know y-you’re sensitiv-ve, baby.” 

His words tremble with the tenses of his stomach, his load pumping into you, groaning with each pulse of his cock and whimpering every time he rubs over your tender clit. 

It takes a little bit for you all to come down. Your face is resting in Eddie’s neck and his in yours as Steve rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder. You’re all panting quietly into the silence of the room until Steve starts snoring lightly. Your head lifts at the same time as Eddie’s and you both smile softly at his sweaty, red face, relaxed in sleep.

Eddie turns back to you, careful not to move too much. “Did you like that?” He asks gently, eye piercing yours in his questioning. You think it over for a moment. You had moments of jealousy, you didn’t really care for Eddie feeding off of Steve but you can’t deny the fact that the entire situation was hot. “I think… Did you like feeding off of Steve?”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline as an annoying smirk works its way onto his face. “You’re not wondering about the fact that I just jerked another guy off?” He chuckles quietly and embarrassment bubbles in your stomach. “Did you not like it?” He asks with the same smirk. 

“Don’t be mean Eddie. I just- I don’t know. Since you’ve been feeding off me it’s only been me.” Your eyes look down at Eddie’s stomach, trying to avoid his gaze at all costs. “And I know how it feels… It might not feel like anything to you but I feel like it’s super intimate? I don’t know. I just- I don’t think I’d want you to feed off of anyone else? Like this time is fine cause I kissed him… Whatever. If you c- If you could avoid it though?” He stays silent and you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. 

It feels a little unfair; what you’re asking. It’s like asking someone to only have one type of food for the rest of their lives. “I mean I understand if you don’t listen to me. I’m just sa- I’m just saying how I feel about it..? I get it’s a lot to ask. I’m sorry.” You feel Eddie’s hands rub over your back before lifting your face, tilting you toward him. He shakes his head lightly and kisses you. It’s feather-light but sends a shock through you, his hand cradles your jaw, rubbing his thumb back and forth before pulling away. 

“It’s not a lot to ask, baby. You’re my favorite taste anyway.” He says with a shrug and a smile. You wrap your arms around him as best you can and you all fall asleep that way. 

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it, here's the rest of my Kinktober Works, and be sure to check out my Main Masterlist!!

[hungharrington]

looking at the sleepover prompt list and..

[ JOY ]  sender getting louder than usual which makes receiver start laughing affectionately,  taking the opportunity to check in. 

THAT IS SO REAL!! wbk steve gets incredibly loud and honestly sounds pained when he’s about to reach o-town so having his partner giggle and check up on him is just.. CHEFS KISS!! he’d get go embarrassed abt it too you can’t even deny it

oh hey ali :) thanks for sending one in! this is so totally meant to be sweet (and it is!) but it's also like tehe, a lil bit mean MDNI this entire blog is 18+

You would think, with his face buried in your neck, Steve can't make that much noise.

That would be wrong. There's already so much noise, the subtle slap of skin meeting skin, of your thighs hitting against his with every roll of your hips and the wetness. Your slick leaks out, squelching lewdly as his cock fucks in and out, smearing it across your thighs and his. And yet, there's nothing you can hear more than Steve's raspy low moans.

He's especially vocal tonight — though you have a feeling that's because of the distance from earlier, spending a couple days apart. It makes you feel all the more hot and bothered, listening to his guttural moans that seem to be getting louder and louder. His praise, which he;s been showering you in since he worked you up on his fingers earlier, moaning about how wet you are for him, hasn't stopped either.

"Yeah, f-fuck, good fucking girl, so wet— so, fuck," His hips buckup into yours, his pace ravenous and you try match it from the top. You're bent over him, chest to chest, sinking down on his cock while Steve fucks up into you. His cock fits snug in your cunt and you're taking great pleasure in fucking out cute little noises out of him, including his pussy-drunk rambles. "S-so pretty and wet just for me, mhm. Pussy so good, this pussy's all mine."

You moan at his possessiveness, your cunt gushing at his claim on you— it eggs on another louder moan from Steve as he fucks into the new slick faster, his noises beginning to get more high pitched. You take a page out of his book.

"All yours," you whisper, just to test the water. Steve whimpers and you take it as a good sign. "M'all yours, Steve. No- uh, nobody can treat me like you, baby— no one fucks me as good as you, mhm."

Steve shudders, a loud throaty moan that gets pressed into your shoulder. He tucks his face in closer, his thrusts getting sloppier as he gets closer to falling apart, your name falling from his lips.

You rake your hand down his chest, scraping your fingernails in a way you know he loves and this time, when he lets out another loud gasping moan, you can't help the little affectionate giggle that titters out of you. He's being so loud tonight, so much louder than usual.

Steve slows his hips just a bit, digging his face out of your shoulder to look at you.

"What?" He slurs, voice sounding a bit wrecked. His cheeks are pink, his lips pinker still. You clench around him purposefully just to see him moan and revel in the cute expression he makes, eyes scrunched closed for a second.

"You're so noisy tonight," You coo at him, bringing your hand up to card through his hair. Steve surges to press a kiss to your skin as you do, his lips dropping wet kisses along your forearm. He hums at your words. "That's all, baby. You all good?"

You're so glad he's looking at you so you can see the pure rush of blood to his face, embarrassment creeping over his features. He nods a bit sheepishly.

To drive your point home, you sit up a bit to take away his hiding place and start really fucking yourself down on him. It's glorious, watching him struggle for the first few seconds of you bouncing to try contain his noises— but when the first moan slips out, whines and whimpers follow it, building in volume.

You stroke down his chest again, harder, your fingers toying with his chest hair and smirk at him beneath you. "That's it. Lemme hear it, baby..."

Steve whimpers, loud, in response.

[chouxsardine]

the absolute urge for me to be tied down and get railed by Jake now

NSFW below cut, this is unedited, just sth. I write under influence of my DESIRE

the hoop, the eyeliner, the hair. Lord this man is EVERYTHING.

79 days since he was last on stage and all the pent up energy is pulsing through his body. It was only standing on stage and holding his guitar that he truly feels that he's alive, that music is his calling and his fate. Only for music has he the imperceptible urge to drop down to his kneels and sacrifice his everything. Meanwhile, it is a source of reassurance and a constant reminder that what he is doing is correct, that he has come a long way, that he still has many more days to come and a longer way to go. He can feel the adrenaline rush while sitting in the golf-cart as the band leaves after the show. He was being louder and more talkative than usual, laughing more frequently with such genuineness that he can feel it rumbling in his chest.

he was touch-starved, craving to hug someone with his whole body like craving for a scrumptious cheese burger after a hangover. He knows you are waiting for him back in his room.

"baby you're awe-----" your sentence ends in a yelp as Jake rushes towards you, and nuzzles his nose against your neck and together you stumble backwards, his hand comes just in time behind your head to cushion the thud against the wall. His other arm is fully wrapped around your midsection. He is breathing heavily, lighting little fires everywhere around your collarbone, your neck, your chin. You snake your hands into his still damp curls, combing through and brushing it backwards in comforting strokes. You fully understand that he needs a place to vent it out, needs something to ground him. This is truly the moment where physical and mental needs can't be separated. And you are prepared to give him whatever he needs, whatever he wants.

You love the moment of clear give and take under moments like this, where you know instead of being used, you are being needed and chosen under the premise of love.

"You're fucking unreal." He grunts as he fully sinks into you. You control the urge to throw your head back, kissing up and down the side of his head.

"I'm here, baby, and I am so, so proud of you.”

He was there faster than usual, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder as he spills and trembles. You hug him in your arms like he is a throw pillow you hold onto when watching a horror movie. He is a panting mess, quiet involuntary moans and whines occasionally escape from his breathing. Time stands still, you blink away the tears that are pure physiological reaction from all the stimulation and do your best to talk him through it.

It feels good switching to the other end of care taking, knowing that you are the perfect and the only fix to the problem, that you are offering the help like no other.

He was sinking, or more like gliding down to his knees when you firmly tug on his elbow to pull him up.

"No," you put a finger against his lips, following by your lips, "tonight it's all about you. You did so good up there for everyone, and here for me."

You see the flush on his cheek turning a shade pinker. His features soften. His puppy eyes dreamy and dilated. Pussy-whipped, you'd say.

"I'll go start a bath for you, alright?" You said, but he was hanging himself on you, holding onto you like a baby koala. You laugh, ruffling up his hair.

With Jake dosing off leaning his whole weight on your back, his face a little squished, his lips pouty, you got the two lines of some tunes stuck in your head as you turn on the faucet,

Let me love you like a woman /(let me hold you like a baby)

Take you to infinity

[brittscafe]

Kinktober Day 11

Kinktober Day 11: Overstimulation, Toshiro Hitsugaya x female reader.

Your eyes are hazy and heavy, ready to shut and get some rest. You had been at this for hours, no, Toshiro had been at this for hours. The bedsheets are soaking in your cum that seems to keep leaking out of your aching pussy.

You whimper as Toshiro cups his hand against your cunt and brings warmth to it. He's in between your legs, your ankles dangling over his shoulders.

His lips are pinker than usual and puffy from pleasuring you. Toshiro is getting his high from making you orgasm for the 4th time. He promised you 5.

Your body is aching, your chest going up and down uncontrollably as you pant heavily. The palm of his hand rubs against your cunt as you squirm against him.

You were clenching and tugging on the bedsheets so much that you pulled them from underneath the bed where they were neatly tucked.

Let me take care of you, he said, you wished you shoved your foot up his ass instead of saying yes so obediently. Now you found yourself a sweaty, sensitive, moany mess.

Toshiro dips his head down, running his tongue over your fold, then the other one. Your body jolts as his tongue swirls over your sore clit and you throw your head back.

Every touch to your sensitive pussy makes you gasp or whimper. Toshiro glances over at you, your eyes full of tears.

"I said I would take care of you, right?" he asks, pressing his lips to your clit.

"Yes," you nod your head. The corner of Toshiro's lips curl up into a tiny grin.

"Then relax," he speaks so calmly as he inserts his digits inside of your wet pussy. You cry out and Toshiro wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard.

It wasn't going to take much to make you cum for the 5th time in a row, you were so sensitive.

Your hand springs out and grabs onto Toshiro's icy hair, tugging on it harshly. Toshiro groans, sending vibrations against your clit which makes you buck your hips towards his face.

His fingers curl up inside of you, nudging and hitting that sweet spot of yours. You whimper loudly, the tears falling down the sides of your face.

Your cunt pulses as Toshiro's fingers deep digger inside.

"T-Toshiro, it's too much," you cry out, feeling your insides ready to explode. Toshiro cocks an eyebrow and release his lips off your throbbing clit.

"Don't be such a crybaby," Toshiro scoffs out, curling his fingers once again. You moan loudly, his fingers triggering your 5th orgasm. His fingers are coated in your warm, cum.

You pant heavily and Toshiro watches your breasts go up and down with each breath. Toshiro swirls his fingers around, before pulling them out.

His eyes gaze over his fingers glistened in your arousal and he smirks to himself. Soft whimpers leave your mouth as your body is exhausted and can't take anymore.

Toshiro hums as he inserts his fingers inside of his mouth. His tongue swirls around them, swallowing every drop of your cum. He groans at the taste of you and slides them out of his mouth, covered in his saliva.

He carefully puts your ankle down on the bed, your thighs still trembling from your 3rd orgasm. His hands are gently as they run up and down your curves.

Toshiro climbs on top of you and presses a soft, gentle kiss to your lips.

Toshiro kept his promise...

Tags: @stygianoir @noyaistall

[princessskatt]

Awww if you push them some more, I bet they would follow you home the next day. Maybe the day after you're going to wake up, immediately feeling like something is wrong but you don't know what it is. You lay there for a moment, tuning in with your body as you realize everything is a little bit numb. Everything except for your pussy, which hurts a bit and feels full. You lift up your blanket and see your sheets are wet and sticky, your clit looks slightly swollen and pinker than usual. Delicately, you touch it to see how bad it is and feel a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure and feel cum dripping from your pussy. You start to realize what happened, and grab your phone noticing a sticky note attached to it.

"open your DMs" is written on it in neat, lowecase letters. Hurriedly you do so, seeing there are several new photos and a 15 minute long video. Curiosity takes over and you open the video, you watch yourself bring fucked roughly and deeply by someone whose voice you don't recognize. He's calling you a good girl and telling you how he's so proud of you, you like hearing it more than you want to admit. I bet you’d crave this so much, don’t you? Tell me how you’d reply to the videos or would you just push more?

i 😳🙈 i think...i don't know... i would...i would really like it ...i meam being fucked while i'm asleep 😳 i would want more i woild want to see how far he would go

[prettyp1nkcarebear]

Awww if you push them some more, I bet they would follow you home the next day. Maybe the day after you're going to wake up, immediately feeling like something is wrong but you don't know what it is. You lay there for a moment, tuning in with your body as you realize everything is a little bit numb. Everything except for your pussy, which hurts a bit and feels full. You lift up your blanket and see your sheets are wet and sticky, your clit looks slightly swollen and pinker than usual. Delicately, you touch it to see how bad it is and feel a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure and feel cum dripping from your pussy. You start to realize what happened, and grab your phone noticing a sticky note attached to it.

"open your DMs" is written on it in neat, lowecase letters. Hurriedly you do so, seeing there are several new photos and a 15 minute long video. Curiosity takes over and you open the video, you watch yourself bring fucked roughly and deeply by someone whose voice you don't recognize. He's calling you a good girl and telling you how he's so proud of you, you like hearing it more than you want to admit. I bet you’d crave this so much, don’t you? Tell me how you’d reply to the videos or would you just push more?

Why not push just a bit more? I would love to see what icky stuff they do to my body next <3 maybe next time I'll be conscious!! Though I'd be embarrassed bc they'll know how wet it makes me.. ^_^

[beatle-george-smut]

can u do one where your pregnant (any month u can choose 🤷🏻‍♀️) and geo goes down on you and loves that ur full of his child 🤭🤭

thanks! cheers 🥂❤️

His wife was ripe. Like a piece of lucious fruit. He looked at her lying on the bed, naked, the fan in front of the open windows blowing air on her sweating body. It was the hottest June England could remember, and his dark sweet beauty looked so uncomfortable, so ready to burst and ever so delicious. They were both anxious about the baby. She worrying about being a mother and George wondering if he would be a good father. He'd always thought he'd have children one day and soon that day was coming.

Her breasts were huge and her nipples were swollen and red. He really wanted to suck them, but they were off limits. Too tender and sore, she told him.

"Sweetest, what can I do for you?" he asked. He ran a hand up her bare thigh. He felt hopeful when she didn't jerk her leg away and just softly moaned. " Let me take your mind off of the heat."

He took her quiet chuckle as acceptance and lay across the foot of the bed so he could better enjoy her wet, glistening snatch. And did he mention tumescent? The folds were pinker than usual and even her clit was bigger. He ran his tongue over his lips in anticipation. He tentatively stroked her slit and when she flung her arm over her eyes and widened her knees in submissiveness , he kept fingering her, and felt his cock harden with her soft groans of pleasure.

He rolled over and situated his head between her thighs as he kept stroking her pussy. He nipped her thighs and then his mouth got closer and finally, oh god! His tongue tasted the honeyed sweetness of her womanhood, and then he was lapping her from her clit to that tight rosy pink eye and back up. He took her engorged clit between his lips and sucked hungrily. He teased it, slashing back and forth with his tongue. He sucked her clit in and out, in and out and her hips lifted to his mouth and her fingers pulled his hair and the suddenly she was coming. She screamed his name and pushed her pussy against his mouth as he nibbled and sucked her off until she came again. The thought that he might hurt the baby briefly ran through his mind, but her hands were insisting his head stay right where it was and he licked her into another orgasm as he drew in every drop of her juices.

Finally she released him. Her giant belly heaved as she caught her breathe. George wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm.

"Are you ok?" he inquired and was relieved when she nodded her head before instantly falling asleep.

His Madonna. His love. But what really blew his mind was she would soon be the mother of his child. His child.

His child.

His cock might ache but he hadn't felt this happy in forever. Life was the best it had ever been.

[beneaththemooon]

pussy pinker than a Easter basket 😳

[sillyc4tg1rl]

Awww if you push them some more, I bet they would follow you home the next day. Maybe the day after you're going to wake up, immediately feeling like something is wrong but you don't know what it is. You lay there for a moment, tuning in with your body as you realize everything is a little bit numb. Everything except for your pussy, which hurts a bit and feels full. You lift up your blanket and see your sheets are wet and sticky, your clit looks slightly swollen and pinker than usual. Delicately, you touch it to see how bad it is and feel a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure and feel cum dripping from your pussy. You start to realize what happened, and grab your phone noticing a sticky note attached to it.

"open your DMs" is written on it in neat, lowecase letters. Hurriedly you do so, seeing there are several new photos and a 15 minute long video. Curiosity takes over and you open the video, you watch yourself bring fucked roughly and deeply by someone whose voice you don't recognize. He's calling you a good girl and telling you how he's so proud of you, you like hearing it more than you want to admit. I bet you’d crave this so much, don’t you? Tell me how you’d reply to the videos or would you just push more?

this is so good x(( i bet id would touch myself to the video <33