#pussy so good he looked for your reflection even in the smallest mirrors

[mimiriko]

anyways loving the idea of geto being a random immortal dude who fell in love with you thousands of years ago and overtime accumulated enough artpieces and sculptures about you to fill a whole museum

[veltana]

Breaking point

✦ Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~2,5k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings/tags: Dub-con (proceed with caution if this might trigger you), pwp, smut and a bit of fluff at the end, possessive/protective!bucky, degredation (slut, fuck doll, cum-bucket), grinding, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, pet name (sweetheart).

✦ Summary: Bucky is done with you going out with losers.

✦ Note: This used to be called I will kill them if they touch you but I never liked that title so I renamed it! Also, you guys didn't know what you were voting for, but it was the banner for this story! Please reblog and comment! Asks are always welcome 💚

Masterlist | AO3

"Please don't scare this one away as you did last time," you beg and look at Bucky's reflection in the bathroom mirror. He makes a face where he's leaning against the door frame behind you and then sighs when you give him a look. "He wasn't worth shit if he didn't wanna fight for you," he points out.

Now it's your turn to sigh and you cross your arms, glaring at him. "He isn't supposed to fight for me on a first date. We're supposed to have a good time and hopefully fuck." Bucky's mouth hardens, and he looks away. He doesn’t like that, at all.

Ever since you became roommates he's been very protective of you, helping you with the smallest things, driving you everywhere you need to go, even if you can drive yourself. Sometimes it's overbearing but most of the time it's nice to have someone care for you like that.

Unfortunately, recently he's picked up a habit of intimidating the people you go on dates with. He stands behind you when they come to pick you up, and his large frame and cold stare make many of them cower. A few have turned around right away, others have asked if that's your boyfriend or something, thinking it was some type of open relationship/cuckold situation.

"Don't say shit like that," Bucky says through gritted teeth. "I don't wanna think about you fucking other people." You can't help the teasing smile that cracks your face. "Makes you jealous?" With a huff, Bucky pushes off and leaves you to continue.

Two hours later your makeup is done and your hair fixed to perfection. You sit on the couch in shorts and a t-shirt, with a glass of wine, waiting until the last minute to put on the skin-tight dress. While scrolling on your phone, Bucky sits beside you with a beer. "So where's the loser taking you?" "Don't care,” you shrug. “Honestly, my priority tonight is to get laid. The previous ones were a little too… bland. But he seems promising." "What do you mean, bland?"

Putting your phone down you look at him, "You don't wanna hear this anyway, you'll just get mad," you point out. "I don't get mad," he defends. "Pfff, you're such a liar, I can see it in your eyes whenever I mention another guy." "Because you deserve the best and all I've seen is trash."

Irritated, you put your glass down too. "Why don't you pick for me then? Who would James Bucky Barnes deem worthy of fucking me?"

The grip on his beer is so hard his knuckles whiten and his lips are a thin line. When he doesn't answer you lean back and start to count people off.

"Well, Steve seems a bit too sweet for my taste but I mean I would not mind trying a slice of that all-American beefcake," you muse. "Sam is so charming and funny! That quick tongue would probably work wonders, if you know what I mean," you wink and watch as Bucky's eye twitch, his jaw clenched hard.

"Tony," you continue. "Well, he seems a little self-absorbed but maybe he's a really selfless lover. Won't hurt to check!" "Loki is so handsome," you bite your lip. "I would surrender my body to him in a heartbeat! But I've heard that he leaves people high and dry and that would be awful."

Tilting your head, you say, "Do you think Thor and Jane would be up for a threesome? I can just imagine eating her out while he fucks me from behind and then we could-"

With a slam he puts the bottle on the table and grabs your face with his hand forcefully, silencing your tirade of words and squeezing your cheeks so that your lips pucker.

The grip is close to bruising and it's an instant pull in your lower stomach. His eyes are black with anger, something you've never seen directed at you before. "No one," he hisses. "Not one of them is fucking you, I will kill them if they touch you."

His hand releases you and grabs your neck instead. You're shocked, and instantly so horny it hurts. Opening your mouth to speak he squeezes harder, making a wheezing sound come out.

"I'll give you a chance to stop this. Tell me right now you don't want this and we'll act as if nothing happened. Otherwise, I'm fucking you into this couch until you can't remember your goddamn name." When he finishes his grip lightens. The rush of blood makes you euphoric and boneless. You want to give yourself to him, let him do whatever he wants. "Fuck me," you whisper.

The kiss is more teeth than lips and the hold around your throat hardens again. You try to keep up with him but it's impossible as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, claiming every inch, making you lightheaded with the lack of oxygen. You gasp for air as he pulls away, releasing you. His gaze is brimming with lust and want now, all signs of anger gone. Then he pushes you down onto the couch.

"You're a kinky little slut, aren't you sweetheart?" he mocks and leans in over you, spreading your legs with his. All you can do is nod and try to wiggle close so you can press your center against his clothed cock. It's clearly outlined in his sweatpants and you hope it's as big as it seems. "If I put my hand down your pants, are you gonna be wet for me?" "Yes Bucky," you whine.

The throbbing is almost unbearable and his smirk is downright sinful. "Come on, rub yourself on me, show me how much you want it." With another whine, you brace yourself against the couch and lift your hips. He doesn't move a muscle to help as you struggle to find the right position.

"That's disappointing," Bucky smacks his lips and frowns. "Thought you wanted this." "I do Bucky, I do, please I'm trying," you tell him desperately. With effort, you get into a good enough position to grind your cunt on his cock through the layers of clothing. It's not nearly enough to curb the ache.

"Useless," Bucky sighs and grabs your legs. "Do I have to do everything?" He pushes your knees up towards your chest, folding you in half and pushing his cock right into your core.

"Sorry," you moan. His mean words have only made you needier and you move yourself against him with abandon. Bucky is motionless above you, not making a sound or saying a word, just staring at you chasing your high. Your movements turn unsteady when you start to come close.

If you were of sound mind you would notice the glint in his eyes but instead, you’re barreling towards your climax. Until he suddenly moves away.

Gawking you stare at him and he just smiles wickedly in return. "Take off your clothes, spread your legs" he instructs and you quickly pull your pants off and discard your t-shirt and underwear, spreading your legs as best you can on the couch. Bucky takes in your bare body, moving his hands slowly down your thighs until his palms frame your pussy.

"Fucking shaved for him too,” he notes with a snarl. You're not sure why that upset him. "Sorry!" you say, just to be safe.

"I don't need your hair curled, your make-up done or your whole body shaved. I will fuck you anyway, sweetheart, no matter what you look like because you belong to me," he growls before he spits on your cunt, sending a rush through you, making you moan and spread your legs even more.

For the first time, he touches you properly, letting his fingers spread the spit all over your pussy before shoving two of them into your soaked core. He pistons them in and out, putting his thumb against your clit and making colors burst before you.

"You want to come on my fingers, you fucking slut?" When you nod frantically he instructs, "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue." A second after you do spit lands on your tongue and droplets on your face. It nearly tips you over.

"Swallow it," he orders and watches you as you do, some form of approval shining in his eyes for the first time. "Who do you belong to?"

The question is too complicated to understand, you can't focus on what he wants. "I don't…" is all that comes out.

"Wrong answer," he says and removes his fingers, making you shout in disappointment. Sharp slaps land on your wet cunt and you instinctively try to move away from it, but he grabs your legs, pulling you back. "Don't you fucking run from me."

"I'm sorry," you cry, looking pleadingly at him. "I'm- I'm yours James, yours to do what you want with. Please, please, please let me come!"

With a huff he pushes his fingers back in, pressing the tips into your g-spot and getting his thumb back on your clit. His unbothered state makes you feel so small and insignificant, heightening the pleasure coursing through you.

As it climbs, your body shakes, your legs trembling from being held open. "I'm- I'm- don't stop!" you beg. Closing your eyes you focus on the feeling of him, his other hand still gripping your thigh hard. You hope it bruises.

"I can feel you, slut!" Bucky's voice is the cherry on top of everything. "Come on my fingers, do it, come for me!" he commands and of course, you do as he wants. With a scream you convulse, almost pushing him out with the sensation flooding you. Bucky is talking above you but you're not sure what he's saying because all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears.

A hard tap against your cheek makes you open your eyes. "Don't pass out on me, I'm not done with you yet." "Wouldn't dream of it," you smile dumbly, and it earns you a smile in return. But it quickly passes as he pulls off his tank top and pushes down his pants. The cock is just as big as you hoped.

He rubs the head against your soaked center, sending overwhelming sparks through you, making you twitch. When he notches the head of his dick at your opening your blood freezes. "C-condom?" you stutter.

Cocking his head he asks. "Do you really want that? Doesn't a slut like you want to be filled up with cum?" "Y-yes, but, Bucky…" you gnaw your lip.

"I want to fuck my little cum-bucket raw, make sure you feel me running out of you for days," he gives a light thrust, almost pushing inside, giving you a taste of heaven. For a second you look at each other and Bucky presses in just a little bit more. It decides it for you. "Please fill me with your cum Bucky, I need it so bad!" you whine and he chuckles before shoving his fat cock into you without mercy.

Quickly you wrap your legs around his hips, meeting his hard thrusts that are sending your body into overdrive. "Feel so fucking good sweetheart, your cunt was made for me, wasn't it?" he groans. "Yes it was," you answer breathlessly.

He grabs your face. "Those other losers are never going to satisfy you." "No, Bucky, only you!" "That's right, you're my fuckdoll now, sweetheart," he says before he leans down to kiss you. It's much sweeter this time and you grab his head, carding your fingers through his hair, feeling your chest fill with another type of warmth.

When he pulls back he says, "Beg me not to come in you." Your cunt clenches and your second orgasm is suddenly a lot closer. "Bucky, please don't… I can't get pregnant," you make your voice small and frail.

In response his laugh is cruel. "Yes you will, your purpose in life is to be bred. I'm going to cum in you every day til it sticks and then everyone will know who you belong to." "Please, pull out," you beg and reach down to rub your clit, feeling the climax shimmering underneath your skin.

"Such a bad liar, sweetheart," he chuckles. "Are you going to come on my cock? Are you gonna claim me just as I claim you?" "Yes! I just need- harder!" you pant. "Fucking hell," Bucky grunts and does as you demand.

The climax rips through you with little regard for your sanity. The sound leaving your throat makes it raw and a second later Bucky moans your name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. It's almost good enough to feel him finish inside you that you come again, but you’re too spent to do more than shudder.

Then he kisses you again, sweetly, caringly, and pushes his arms in under your body to hug you close to him. "So perfect," he whispers against your mouth. The cums start to trickle out onto the couch but neither of you care, too caught up in each other's lips.

"How are you doing sweetheart?" he asks when he comes up for a breath. "I feel a little high," you confess. "Haven't been fucked that good in a long time."

There is something in his gaze that shifts and he leans his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry. I just… I couldn't take it anymore… I like you so much." "Lucky for you I get off on that stuff," you smile. "And if I had said stop I trust you would have."

He hugs you so hard you can hardly breathe. "Of course, I fucking would." "You can make it up to me by going tender the next time," you smile. "Next time?" "As many times as you’ll have me." He laughs into your skin. "I don't think you're ready for that!"

Suddenly the sound of the doorbell jerks the two of you apart. You stare at Bucky with wide eyes. "My date," you whisper, horrified.

With a smirk, he raises himself on his arms. "I should make you go on that date with my cum running out of you, maybe even let him get as far as spreading your legs just to see that you’re already claimed."

With a groan, you cover your face with your hands. "Don't tempt me," you tell him before wiggling out from under him, finding your clothes, and hastily pulling them on.

Opening the door just a crack, you understand you look a mess by the way your date eyes you. "Sorry," your voice is small. "I wasn't feeling great and then I fell asleep on the couch." "Yeah, you look terrible," the guy notes before handing you one of the ugliest bouquets you've ever seen. Quickly stepping away he says, "I'll call you." but you know he won't. "Great, I'll see you around," you respond before closing the door.

Bucky takes the flowers from you and shoves them in the trash before grabbing you around the waist and kissing you again. "Didn't you say he was promising?" "I have no clue what you're talking about," you answer with a completely straight face but then start to giggle as he swoops you up and carries you to his bedroom.

[celestialpearls]

➱ reflection

➱ Husband! Jeon Wonwoo x afab! reader ➱ fluff, sexual themes, established relationship/marriage, implied idol! wonwoo, told from wonwoo's pov. ➱ 700 words ➱ Wonwoo always misses you whenever he has schedules overseas. So, you make an offer and he would be stupid to deny his wife. ➱ Warnings: reader has boobs and a vagina, mirror sex, consensual sex tape, use of pet names (baby, love, my good girl, wife). lmk if i've missed anything!

"Look at you. You're so pretty, baby."

Wonwoo coos when you whine and feels himself grow harder when he sees the reflection in the standing mirror. You and he fit each other like a glove as he runs his fingers over your tense stomach. His phone matches his actions so he can film both of you, to immortalise this moment. He wants to relive the memory whenever the darkness of his hotel surrounds him, thoughts filled with how much he misses you as he sloppily cums into his hands.

The sight of you bare while he's fully clothed, coupled with the needy sounds that leave your parted lips, makes his heart thunder. His gorgeous wife is pliant and desperate for him. And he's barely touched you, barely even started.

"Can't believe you're my wife. Mine to cherish forever, I'm a lucky man."

He gropes your boob roughly, then flicks your nipples repeatedly and smirks when your thighs shake. Just the smallest of touches is enough for you to react and a tinge of possessiveness flares up whenever he witnesses it.

"What do you need from me, baby? Say it, you know I'll give you anything."

Truthfully, he doesn't know how he's able to film as steadily as possible when all he wants to do is fuck you silly. But his patience and persistence are what he prides himself in, so he keeps at it. He recalls your casual demeanor at first when you asked if he wanted to film an intimate video to keep while he was on tour.

Taken aback (and highly keen on the idea), all he could was stare at you. He snapped back to reality when you groaned and buried your face in your hands, assuming his silence was his rejection. His wife, his beautiful wife, offering to film a sex tape that he can keep?

He'd be a fool to deny you.

Your breathing is heavy when you take the hand that was playing with your nipples. Wonwoo groans when you take two of his fingers in your mouth, your wet tongue warm and soft. Entranced, his phone follows and he almost keels over when you guide his fingers to your pussy. He smears your wetness all over your folds and harshly breathes in when your hole sucks his fingers in with ease.

"Fuck, you're already drenched. You want my fingers, love?"

Your response is almost incoherent and gosh, he's so hard that it's painful.

"Pl-please, Woo. Been so good for you, haven't I? Want - want your longers in me. Want your cock, wantyourcu-".

If he let you finish, he'd have come right there. You sounded so sweet as you begged but he'll get more out of you later. For now, he turns your face to taste your lips and sighs when he tastes the familiar strawberry lip balm.

It's difficult to pull away from your lips, from you but he manages. Luckily, the tripod stand is right next to the mirror and he grabs it so he can attach his phone to the stand's phone holder.

He chuckles when you pout, eyes glimmering as you look at him. "Why'd you stop touching me?"

Wonwoo stops filming so he can position the tripod stand to his preference. He wants to relive it so vividly that it would seem like you were there making those needy sounds for him and him alone. He goes behind you after he presses record again, squeezing your hips as he utters, "legs apart, baby. That's my good girl."

You shiver at the praise, turning your head to place a fleeting kiss on his lips.

He shakes his head in amusement, deciding to surprise you by plunging two fingers into your dripping heat. Your drawn-out, high-pitched moans and the lewd sounds that stem from pumping his fingers in you make his head spin to no end.

"Gonna put on a show for the camera, love," he curls his fingers, causing your body to twitch in his hold.

He hopes you're up for it. Judging by the squeak of his name and the bruising grip you have on his wrist when he rubs his thumb over your clit, he knows you are.

[thedarks1de]

!professor Nanami x !student reader

Ignore the mistakes!

Part 1 is here

2 part

Дом Кенто был просто потрясающим. Внутри, как и снаружи, он был огромен.

You looked around every corner of the living room, marveling at the modern and stylish interior design. Luxurious furniture, exquisite details and impeccable order created a wonderful harmony. Every item here was thought out to the smallest detail, emphasizing the image of the owner of the house — a person with taste and style.

But the professor did not allow you to examine his home for long and quickly took you to his personal office, which was located on the second floor.

— «Sit down at the table, take out a textbook and notebook.» Nanami said in an orderly tone and you immediately obeyed.

You were quite nervous in front of him. It was hard to believe that you were now at your professor's house. From the person to whom you offered sex for an assessment. Your cheeks turned red from shame and you hoped Nanami didn’t notice.

He sat down opposite you and glanced at the textbook with his tired gaze. Suddenly you were overcome with excitement, you were afraid to even move.

The professor began to explain one problem, his voice sounding calm and confident. You listened to every word he said, trying to imprint the information in your head, but you weren’t doing a good job.

Your hands began to shake as you tried to write something down in your notebook. Every time you looked at the professor, you felt your cheeks turn red. Every movement of his hand, every glance in your direction, caused a physical reaction in your body, causing you to squeeze your thighs together.

Nanami continued to speak, explaining the material. You immersed yourself in the textbook, trying to concentrate, but the words and formulas were confused before your eyes. All your thoughts revolved around Nanami. Perhaps you were blind if you didn't notice how handsome he was all this time. What a gorgeous and sexy voice he has. Oh, and his hands, his fingers... You wanted to feel those fingers deep inside you... Fuck. Why are you thinking about this now?

Every minute you became more and more excited, and you felt like the professor was scanning your every move. You tried your best to focus on the task at hand and forget about your sexual fantasies.

The professor heard your rapid breathing and saw your flushed cheeks. And his voice changed, becoming more seductive and dull.

— «Try to solve this task yourself, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.»

After these words, he left the office.

You remained alone with yourself, mixed feelings filled your head. You looked at your notebook, but the task had long ceased to be interesting. All you could think about was your professor. You imagine yourself on his table, under his skillful touches, and your pussy clenched from this, demanding attention to itself.

Nanami went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection. What the hell is going on with him? He doesn’t understand why you are so drawn to him. Why does he want to touch your young body. This is wrong, this is not possible. He's your professor. You are his student. You are his junior by several years. He shouldn't want you, but he can't help himself.

Kento regretted inviting you over. He should have studied with you somewhere in the library, not at his home. He doubted he could hold out much longer.

At this very moment, when he is in the bathroom, you are sitting in his room, ready to spread your legs for him at any moment if Nanami wants it. These thoughts made the professor's penis throb in his pants.

And so, Nanami appeared in the doorway. He sat down next to you, never taking his eyes off you.

You looked attentively at the textbook, not paying attention to the sudden change in his behavior. You were even able to at least understand the essence of the task and concentrate, when suddenly you felt the professor’s hand lightly touch your thigh, slowly rising higher.

Your body trembled, all your fantasies came to life right before your eyes. His face was a few centimeters away from you, his hot breath flowed down your neck, and you could barely contain your moan. Your lips became dry and you craved his kiss. Just his touch brought you to the extreme level of arousal, your panties were already soaked through, your pussy needed touch.

— «Don’t get distracted...» — Nanami whispered in your ear.

You felt his warmth on you, his scent.

— «Professor...»

— «What is it, Miss y/n, isn’t this what you wanted?» — he whispered in your ear.

His hand was light on your shoulder and began to slowly slide up, so that you felt his fingers on your neck. Your breathing became even heavier and your heart beat faster. Nanami moved closer to you, and you felt his hot breath on your lips.

Finally, he leaned down and lightly brushed his lips against yours. Your body shook, and you couldn’t help yourself - in response to his kiss, you opened your mouth and ran your tongue along his lower lip. Nanami responded to you with the same passion, deepening the kiss and capturing you with his lips.

At that moment, Kento realized that all previous fears and embarrassments were forgotten. Instead, he indulged in this forbidden pleasure. There was no longer any strength to resist the desire.

Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest, each touch becoming more and more burning. You could hardly resist passionate kisses.

Nanami carefully ran his hand along your thigh, approaching your most intimate parts. Your wet pussy, ready to meet him, demanded his attention. Pushing your panties to the side, he pushed one finger inside of you.

The fiery passion between you struck with renewed vigor when Nanami began to explore your mouth with his tongue. You merged in a passionate kiss. You felt his cock, hot and hard.

You let out muffled moans at each of his touches. His hands undid the buttons on your shirt, releasing your breasts that yearned for his attention. He pulled back a little to enjoy your naked appearance before pressing a kiss to one of your breasts.

You spread your legs for him, exposing your pussy, which was already too wet with desire. Nanami pressed his body against yours, allowing you to feel the thrill of his arousal. He touched your wet pussy, penetrating inside with one finger. You moaned and threw your head back. His fingers moved inside you faster and faster.

— «Do you want to cum from my fingers, darling?» — Nanami asked, adding another finger.

— «Y-yes... please...»

With his other hand, Kento began rubbing your clit, creating even more pleasure. A minute later you were limp on his desk, your eyes rolling back from your powerful orgasm. You were breathing heavily, and Nanami couldn’t take his eyes off you. He took out his dick and slapped it on your wet pussy a couple of times.

You came to your senses and looked at your sensei who was getting ready to fuck you with his beautiful cock. You bit your lip, waiting for him to enter you. He entered with one powerful thrust and immediately began to move. Your moans were getting louder, but now Nanami was moaning along with you. And, God, you so wanted to record his moans on your phone so you could listen to them over and over again.

— «Do you like it, baby?» — Nanami whispered in your ear, moving inside you quickly. His movements were greedy and harsh, as if he had not had sex for several years.

— «Yes... God, yes...» you mumbled, unable to speak. Your voice almost broke due to your moans. His cock stretched you perfectly, making you feel like you were in heaven. — «Professor Nanami, I feel so good!...»

— «Call me Kento... Come on, say my name while you enjoy my cock like a dirty whore.»

— «Ken... Kento...» you shouted. You dug your nails into his shoulders, scratching them. — «Oh, Kento!»

— «Such an obedient girl...» Nanami whispered. His fingers held your hips tightly and you would obviously have bruises afterwards, but you didn’t care much. — «And such a whore for me.»

You felt your release approaching. Tears began to flow from your eyes and you opened your mouth, letting out a moan and screaming Nanami's name. This was your second orgasm today and you went limp. Nanami came after you, filling your pussy with his cum. Pulling his cock out, he watched it leak out of your hole.

When you came to your senses, Nanami had already cleaned himself up and was just looking at you. You were very embarrassed by his gaze and covered your chest with your hands. Nanami was amused by this and grinned.

— «What’s the point of hiding your body from me now?» — He leaned down to kiss your lips.

Nanami suggested you take a shower and you agreed. When you left the bathroom, the professor was sitting at the table and making some notes in the textbook.

— «Are you finished?» He handed you a physics textbook and pointed out all the marks. — «You learn all this, and I will correct your grades.»

— «What?...» you froze in bewilderment. What does you need to learn something mean? Is he laughing at you? — «But professor... we... I slept with you, just so as not to learn anything... I thought...»

— «Did you think that since I fucked you, you don’t have to learn anything? No, my dear, until you learn all this, you won’t get a good grade.»

— « Professor, you are cruel...»

— «You’re stupid, y/n, if you think you can get top marks from me by sleeping with me even once.»

please know that a relationship with a professor in real life will not lead you anywhere good

[kittifang]

Simon & König x Shy! bimbo reader

CW: NSFW,Fem! reader,Dacryphilia,thigh slapping,mean dirty talk,rough!Simon,slight humiliation,degradation,creampies.

Word Count: 884

König:

Translations:

1. mäuschen - little mouse

2. sü��es Mädchen - sweet girl

3. Schätzchen - sweetheart

4. es einnehmen - take it

5. Kätzchen - kitten

The fact that you’re shy only makes you more enticing to him. Adoring how easily you fluster at the smallest flirtation, even more so when he has you crying out and spread open on his mattress. Fucking you so full of him to the point where you have no choice but to let those obscene moans fall from your strained little throat.

Your cheeks a bright shade of cherry red, because he knows your sounds embarrass you which gives him even more incentive to hear them :(. Manicured hands reaching up to cover your mouth, which he almost immediately intercepts, grabbing your wrists in one calloused hand and shoving them above your head.

Smugly leaning down to your ear to whisper a husky "let me hear you mäuschen, ,let me hear those pretty moans.” And you comply. head lolling back from the pleasure he’s giving you. The fingers of his opposite hand quickly working your throbbing clit between them. Eager lips drifting down and parting to suck a swollen nipple into his mouth,teeth raking over it for good measure to ensure you’ll be ruined by the end of the night.

He loves it all. He loves the way your plump thighs fit snugly around him. The way your aching pussy fits his cock just right, how your tongue desperately wraps around his as he shoves it between your parted lips because he knows you’ll take anything he gives you.How you mewl when he presses sloppy kisses to your lips. The streams of tears painting your face while you stare at him with those endless doe eyes. His süßes Mädchen.He swears that you’ll be the death of him.He loves you so much.

His hips hammering even faster into your weeping cunt because he needs to see you fall apart for him.To watch you gush around his dick. A wicked “cum for me Schätzchen” rolling off his tongue. Prompting broken cries of König from you as your back arches. Painting his thick cock with your sweet juices. Him following soon after and groaning a sultry “es einnehmen” as he pumps you full of his cum, watching it drip down into the sheets.Then littering your flushed face with kisses and telling you how well his Kätzchen did <3.

Simon:

To put it simply, he’s a menace. While he does find your timidity adorable, it only makes him want to break you more… and he certainly enjoys doing so. Manspreads on the bed while telling you to strip for him (minus your heels ;) ) , telling you that it shouldn't be too hard for you anyways with the slutty clothes you wear :(.

Pulling you into his cargo pants clad lap just as the last piece of fabric hits the floor, jagged hands pulling your thighs wide open. Deep voice muttering “Look at how soaked you are bunny.” But the humiliation is too much,he purposely left his clothes on for this exact reason, knowing he’s waiting for your eyes to meet his in the mirror that's adjacent to the bed. Another action that he calculatingly did.

Simon’s palm strikes down on your thigh with a heavy “thwack!” and you obediently rush to look at your reflection, a gasp escaping your throat as you whimper a “im sorry." He chuckles at how pitiful his dirty girl looks. No amount of shyness will top his instructions, and you both know it. Teardrops are already forming in the corner of your eyes and he’s barely begun.

Hands drifting from your sore thigh to your pebbled nipples and pinching. Menacingly telling you to “Touch that pretty cunt for me.” And your hand starts a trail of caresses from your soft tummy down to your pulsing middle, eyes not once breaking contact with his. Whimpering as you slide a lone finger through the slick folds of your pussy, your other hand assisting to fondle your clit. You feel so dirty, but it's just too good. Erotic moans fleeing from your glossy parted lips.

He continues to purr filth into your ears... “Getting yourself off on my lap like this…..such a little whore for me.”And your eyes are rolling back. His strained dick gets harder with every pump of your fingers, and he knows he’s reached the end of his patience. “You want Daddy to help you hmm? Want me to make you cum angel?” Your unsteady voice repeating a desperate plea for him to please touch you and he does.

Wasting no time to plunge three thick fingers into your sloppy pussy that can only be satisfied by him, scissoring and twisting them at a punishing pace.The lewd noises of him finger fucking you fill the room. You can't even process the filth he’s saying, drowning in ecstasy from his ongoing attack, and it feels like a coil is about to snap. Your back arches into him like a bitch in heat. His other digits paired with the assault on your nipples, soon have you crying out his name as you drench his hand and lap with your release. He presses two of the same digits on your tongue that you fervently start sucking your sweetness off of. Leaving you to lay limp in his arms afterward, reassuring you of how good you are and how he’ll reward you later ;).

AN//: reuploaded with all errors and language errors fixed! hope you guys enjoy <3.

[silverdelirium]

SUMMARY ➠ sirius fingers you in front of a mirror

WARNINGS ➠ fingering, squirting, innocence kink, daddy kink, dacryphillia, mirror kink (?), praise, humiliation, begging, overstimulation

WORD COUNT ➠ 714

A/N ➠ its 1am and im super bored & horny so here’s a lil blurb that it’s probably super bad <3

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“you think you can take one more for daddy, sweet thing?” purred sirius in your ear, his teeth grazing the shell of your hear as you heaved a squeaky yes in response.

the pad of his fingers lightly soothed the pulse in your swollen mound, a small mewl already slipping past your lips at the smallest bit of attention in your most sensitive part.

he shushed you with three quick slaps to your puffy folds, that had you gasping as you tried your best to refrain your hips from bucking up, all to prove to your daddy that you were his good girl.

you craved the praise, more than anything. and sirius knew, he could tell by the way you peered up at him, batting your lashes through the mirror as your jaw dropped slightly when two thick digits slid inside your overused cunt.

after three back to back orgasms your body was more than sensitized to any sultry touch.

“what’s wrong my pretty girl, your small cunt just can’t take anymore, huh?” he teased, a mocking pout adorning his face as you blinked back tears, embarrassment creeping up to the apple of your cheeks as the squelching sounds beneath you grew louder with every thrust of his fingers.

“you fucking answer me when i talk to you”

his movements were no longer sweet and praiseful, they were aggressive and unapologetic.

“sorry— sorry! didn’t mean to daddy, please” you sobbed, gripping his forearm in a weak attempt to stop his brutal ministrations to your delicate pussy.

“daddy’s fingers just make you go braindead, yeah? but you love it when i play with your little button” he tutted, eyes gleaming with amusement as you whined in protest at the humiliation.

yet the painful curl of his fingers against your g-spot did nothing but push you closer to the edge, and sirius’ chest swelled with pride as he felt you contract around his fingers, silently warning him of your approaching orgasm

daddy’s and pleas fell out of your lips like a chant, making sirius’ very prominent boner harden even more at the sight and hearing of your responsiveness.

your head lolled back onto his shoulder, and his free hand roughly planted itself to your face, holding your jaw still so your eyes stayed locked to the mirror. “i want you to watch yourself, watch how you take my fingers in this tight little cunt while you fucking beg me to cum”

“daddy it’s too much— i can’t hold it anymore” you cried out, eyes squeezing shut and toes curling as the electrifying sensation spread through your nerves.

“beg for it, pet. you know the rules” he spat, thumb flicking over your clit.

a small sob wracked through you, tears streaming down your face; “please daddy, i just want to be your good girl” you babbled, thighs shaking in anticipation.

“you can do better than that, bunny” he cocked his head to the side.

“i need you to let me cum, daddy, please— feels too good and it hurts”

sirius himself couldn’t deny you anymore, if you kept on speaking to him like that, he might even cum on the spot.

“that’s a good girl, cum all over daddy’s fingers, baby” cooed sirius, not slowing his fingers once as you unraveled in front of him, eyes rolling into the back of your head, nails leaving crescent moons on his arms and mouth agape.

“oh my fucking god” he groaned, blood rushing to his grith as he eyed your dripping cunt squirting right in front of him.

sirius stayed fucking you with his fingers through your high, connecting his eyes with yours through the reflection once again when you managed to get ahold of your sight that had clouded with small black dots.

“look at what you did baby” he spoke, softness lacing his tone as he slipped his dampened fingers out, making a path with them to palm at your tits. “made a mess all over daddy’s lap”

indeed you did, both sets of thighs were completely drenched with your juices, as well as the sheet bellow you.

“‘m sorry daddy” you whimpered, fearing he would be mad at you for ruining his bed-wear.

“it’s nothing to be sorry for, princess. want you to do that again all over my cock”

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[dysfunctionalcrab]

those three words

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

description: george is ready to commit to you by telling you he loves you, too bad he’s too much of a pussy to say it

written for @dreamcatcherrs 5K event! congratulations my love!

prompt: ‘i wanted to say i love you for the first time without stuttering, but that failed’

george practiced saying it in front of the mirror

“i love you.” he stated, looking determined in his reflection. “i love you. i love you... i love you, i love you-i love you- i love-,”

he took a deep breath, staring at himself in the mirror as he ran a single hand through his hair, messing it all up.

there was no way he was able to say it out loud, he became flustered at the smallest amount of affection, how could he bear saying those words to you without stumbling? those three words, that held so much meaning and commitment. it scared the hell out of george.

but felt them. he knew he loved you, you had made him feel a way that nobody else ever had. the first time you kissed him, he had such a severe case of butterflies to the stomach he almost booked a doctors appointment because he thought he was sick.

the two of you had been going out for half a year now after being friends for a long time, and maybe for some couples that may seem like a long time to spit out those three words, but he wanted to make sure you were the one.

and he was most definitely sure.

you were the one to mostly re-initiate the relationship. you were the one who asked him out on a date. you were the one who leaned in for the first kiss, you were always the brave one.

but now it was time for a change. he was going to say i love you, tonight.

he flinched as the he heard the front door close, shaking him out of his state. you had arrived home from the grocery store.

he made his way downstairs, to be met with a very exhausted you, wiping the back of your hand to your forehead.

“could you help me with these please?” you asked him, gesturing to the bags. “i’m thinking about making spaghetti tonight. what do you think?”

he nodded in agreement. “that sounds good!” he said, bending over to pick up a bag

it was decided, he was going to tell you over dinner.

okay, maybe not.

you two sat opposite each other, you were being yourself, telling himself about your friends or events from your day. george looked down at his spaghetti, mindlessly twirling the pasta around his fork while his mind was encased with thoughts of saying those three words to your face.

you noticed his strange behaviour, he was quiet. which was unusual, since over dinner all he did was discuss updates with dream or new stream ideas.

oh and the codes- with the amount of hours he talked about coding, you could probably write one yourself.

“george?” you asked.

he looked up at you with wide eyes, humming in response. “mhm?”

“are you okay? you’ve been really quiet,”

he internally cursed, but he gave you small smile. “i’m fine, just a little tired,”

“really? you just seem distracted,”

he forgot you could read him like a literal book.

he remained silent as he hesitated on what to say. you had stopped eating and put down your fork, putting all your attention on him. you watched as he stood up and pulled out the chair that was directly beside you.

“i need to tell you something,”

you felt yourself panic, his tone told you it was serious.

he shook his head frantically as he realised you probably thought it was about to be a bad thing, he watched your face turn into an alarmed expression.

maybe that wasn’t the best approach

“no-no it’s not anything bad,” he grabbed your hand reasurringly.

“then what is it?” you questioned, sounding like you were pleading, desperate to get it out of him.

he stayed silent, wondering if it was best to blurt it out or approach it slowly. but his stupid nervous brain didn’t let him do either.

“this spaghetti was really nice,”

you stared him blankly, blinking like a clueless child.

“what?”

“the spaghetti was nice,” he repeated, cringing at himself. what the fuck was wrong with him?

“you barely even ate it,” you inhaled sharply. “george, what’s up with you?”

this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, he was supposed to say it and you were going to say it back, and then you could both fall asleep cuddling in each other’s arms. that’s how it played out in his head. except, he forgot how socially awkward he was. and now you were increasingly getting more concerned for him.

“can i try again?” he asked

“try again?”

he shifted his chair so it was even closer. taking an exaggeratedly long sigh, again.

“[y/n],” he stated. he prepared himself for another take, hopefully not messing it up.

you raised an eyebrow at him. “yes?,”

just say it, dumbass

“i-i...i-,” the words were on the tip of his tongue but he just couldn’t reach them yet. “[y/n], i.. i love...”

your heart sped up, he was really going to say what you thought he was going to.

“i-,”

“i love you too,”

george froze in his spot.

“you what?”

“i love you too,” you reiterated confidently

you and george just stared at each other, dumbfounded, with completely no expressions visible on your face. the awkward silence was broken by a groan. george threw his head head back disappointedly, you gave him a weird look.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing, i just wanted to say it first. i wanted to say ‘i love you’ for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“you can still say it,” you shrugged.

i mean- he might as well

“[y/n], i love you. i’m completely in love with you.” he hid is face in his hands. “i’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. i really wanted to be able to say it without sounding stupid,”

“you didn’t sound stupid,” you told him, grabbing his hand and running your thumb over his knuckles.

“i don’t know, i just- you deserved to hear it first,”

“i don’t mind,” you said honestly. “as long as you meant it, because i really do love you,”

george looked up from his hands and felt a smile creep up on his face. maybe it was the impulse of being overwhelmed, but he pulled you into a hug, sighing and relaxing into your touch as you hugged back, wrapping your arms around his neck while his around your waist.

“i’ve never meant anything more. i love you,”

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[thirstyandbeautiful]

Little Red Riding Hood sequel? Up the stakes and take things outside this time.

KINKTOBER: Outdoor Sex (AussieDaddies!Drabble)

Australian Daddies Mafia AU Aussie Wolves Catch Their Little Red Pt.2

October 17th

“You sure you want to arrive in that?” George asked, pointedly not looking at you as you climbed out of the car.

You looked down at your Halloween costume and grinned as you carefully stepped out of the Rolls Royce that George had driven you in, “Why?” you mocked him, “You think they won’t like it?” 

George shook his head as he shut the door and turned around to get back into the drivers seat, “See you tomorrow.” he called out the window before pulling away back down the driveway.  

You were fashionably late as usual, so while there was a number of cars parked all around the estate, and you could hear the music and voices carrying in the wind, you didn’t see anyone. 

All the better to make my grand entrance.

This was weeks in the making. Weeks of scouring the internet, collecting inspiration and very, very sneaky, careful planning to get your fittings with the designer. All with one single goal in mind: to create a costume that could reimagine how you spent last Halloween. You had taken your husbands’ love of the little red riding hood costume to heart and put more of an effort into it this year. Your pussy certainly wanted to make this a yearly Halloween celebration, if the growing heat between your thighs was anything to go by.

Truly, you were a creature of habit, and something about traditions with your lovers was... a turn on.

Fall was a particularly busy time, and the fact that your husbands hadn’t exactly been around gave you all the more fire to try your damndest to remind them exactly why you were their wife. Not that they needed reminding, but a tease never hurt you anymore than you wanted it to. 

“Good evening, Mrs. RI, we’re happy you could attend.” 

The doorman tilted his head at you politely and you felt a tendril of satisfaction at the blush on his cheeks. Turning towards the menagerie of mirrors that had been set up against the main estate to make it look like a funhouse, you took a look at yourself right there. 

“Happy to be here.” you responded as you took in your reflection in the lone normal mirror next to the door.

I’ve really outdone myself.

Your body was wrapped in a latex dress, skin tight, and blood red. It squeezed your sides in and emphasized your figure as it shined in the moonlight. It looked and felt like leather, and wrapped you up nicely. A few inches above your belly button, the ties of the corset started, ending on your sternum. This left the smallest cut out to cover your tits. The material was cut so low and covered so little that the downward curve of your under boob was visible from the front. 

But it still gave you great cleavage.

Not ideal for running, but it’s not like I don’t want to eventually get caught by my big bad wolves.

“Would you like to come in?” The doorman politely asked.

You nodded as you adjusted the red latex cape that fanned off your shoulders, the small hood pulled over your hair. Leaning down, you giggled as your tits almost fell out of your dress as you adjusted the latex leg bands that stretched up to your knees. Making sure the ties of the laces that criss crossed up your legs were tied securely, you pulled on the double knot you had made at home. The heel was thick, easy to walk in and gave you a lot of extra inches. You suspected they would be easy to run in too.

This dress really is short, you smirked as you straightened out, you could feel the wind against your pussy. You actually had had to record yourself walking around your dressing room at home to make sure that no casual movement showed anything that was for your husbands’ eyes only. Cause you could certainly feel how revealing the dress was. 

“Yeah, I think I’m ready.” you waved your hand nonchalantly before you looked at the young doorman from under your eyelashes, “Nothing’s showing that shouldn’t, is it?” you turned and looked over your shoulder as the man’s face went from red to white. 

You giggled and nodded towards the door. The doorman had reacted just as you wanted, and a thrill went through you as you were assured that everyone knew who you belonged to- your husbands, the only men who could handle the fire that filled you.

“See ya.” you called over your shoulder as you stepped into the massive estate.

Walking through the entrance, you realized the sprawled estate was on a hill, and the front entrance you entered was technically the second of the four floor estate. Leaning on the bannister and looking down at the first floor, you could see all of the guests as they mingled below. You scanned the crowd. 

It’d been two days since you last saw your husbands, and you’d all agreed to meet at this party and go home together tonight. Now, you just had to see how fast you’d get home. You and your husbands loved parties, especially Daddy. He loved a crowd. 

Walking down the left staircase that curved along the wall, you strolled down the marble, your heels clicked with each step. When you got to the bottom you received a lot of looks, heated ones, annoyed ones, but all of them politely nodded at you. Another event for the affiliated families and their people to meet together cordially. 

Whatever.

“Wow,” You turned your head and came face to face with Lewis, “you sure know how to make an entrance.” 

You grinned at Lewis and looked him up and down, his sexy, chic leather (Blade or maybe Matrix inspired?) look was appealing and stylish but made you yearn to see your men.

“You know I do.” you replied.

Lewis chuckled into his whiskey glass as he took a sip before nodding at you, “You’re gonna get someone killed tonight?” 

You looked out into the crowd of people longingly, “Hopefully me.” you sighed dreamily.

Lewis laughed fully now, “I don’t think you have to worry about that one bit, sweetie, people have noticed.”

“Me?”

“The three of you.” he nodded, “And your penchant for leaving events early. Or sneaking off. Or both.” he shrugged, “And who can blame them? When you...” he trailed off as he pointedly looked you up and down.

“Careful, Lewis.” you teased as you bit your red lip, “Don’t wanna get yourself killed, now do you?” 

Lewis looked at you from over the rim of his glass, taking a sip in the silence that was quickly broken. 

“Hello there,” Daddy’s voice made your head turn, “Lewis.” he acknowledged the Brit briskly with a nod of his head. 

“Good to see you, mate.” Lewis answered as he walked around your husband and patted him on the shoulder.

“Cupcake,” Daddy turned completely towards you with his big grin as his eyes raked your body, “what a costume.” He exhaled as his hands dragged up and down your tightly held body’s sides. 

You took the opportunity to ogle Daddy in returned. Fuck, does he look good. Lips parted as you took in his usual smart dress pants and button down shirt, but unlike his daily smart look, he was jacket-less. His gun holster hung under his left arm, fully loaded. The various lights around the room reflected off of the brass knuckles on his belt. You ran your tongue over the top of your teeth as your smaller hands squeezed his biceps through the material of his shirt. 

“What are you supposed to be?” you purred.

Daddy stepped into your space, “Some dangerous asshole,” he sighed as his fingers gently curled around your bare arm, “you know, Mafia shit, the kinda guy that would shoot everyone in this room for looking at his wife’s tits.” 

“Sounds like a guy who carries a lot of ammo.” you teased. 

“Only cause the wife doesn’t behave.” 

“What does a man like that know about behaving?” 

“Not a fucking thing.” he spoke quickly before he pressed his lips to yours. 

It was a chaste but needed kiss. Your hands dropped to his hips as his hands squeezed your arms. You pulled back but stayed close to your husband and looked into his dilated eyes.

“Here I was hoping you’d be a big bad wolf.” 

“Who said I wasn’t?” He grinned. 

You giggled as he put his hands on your hips and pulled you flush against him. Daddy couldn’t be bothered with prying eyes, and he was a bit of a show off anyway. 

“Little Red,” he breathed out, “you and your big plans,” he teased, “but what will you do when your other big, bad wolf sees you like this?”

Arousal pooled in your stomach. 

“Hopefully get passed between two hungry wolves.” you replied breathlessly.

Your big bad wolves: Daddy, the show off, who would probably fuck you in front of a theater full of people if you gave him permission, and Papi, who would kill anyone and everyone for even thinking of what the skin you were so freely putting on display tonight looked like any day of the week.

“Daniel,” a man with an accent not unlike Daddy’s broke through the haze that had thickened between you and your husband obliviously, “can we speak?” 

You turned with pursed lips and gave the man your best annoyed face before turning on your heel without sparing a glance at Daddy. You didn’t need to look back at your husband to know he was watching you walk away.

You stepped out of the center of the room and began circling the outside, keeping an eye on Daddy from afar. He was trying so hard not to pay attention to the looks you gave him from across the room. There was no doubt that the man he stood with was talking business. It was a nuisance since technically today was a holiday and this was a party.

And you wanted to get fucked already. 

You had just given Daddy a small smile that made his face twitch when heavy footfalls made you bite your lip in anticipation. You flipped your hair over your shoulder and turned your head towards the sound. 

A very annoyed looking Papi stomped towards you, brushing against and practically shoulder checking every person he passed on his way. He looked so good, so angry, so annoyed, so sexy. He was in all black, looking every bit the muscle of the operation you knew him to be. He even wore the black leather gloves that he never wore at home, only when he was on business. With his black shirt rolled up his thick forearms, the leather on his hands made his hands look larger where they were clenched at his sides. You almost, almost, didn’t have the mind to back away. You wanted so badly to just get caught, but then you stopped thinking with your pussy. 

You grinned with teeth as you stepped back and then turned your back on him, disappearing back into the center crowd before he could get close enough to touch you. We don’t wanna cause a scene, you thought, he’ll have to behave for now. 

You could see both your husbands as you carefully climbed up the partial staircase to a small balcony with some chairs on it. They looked up at you as they seemed to join side by side like magnets, without looking at each other. Daddy’s face was amused, Papi still looked over dramatic. You grinned.

And then it got better.

“Excuse me, everyone!” 

You grinned as the hostess announced a scavenger hunt outside, a fun little game that apparently had some sort of treat at the end. You weren’t sure about these other idiots, but you knew you were getting your treat. Quickly moving in your platform heels, you went down the other side of the platform you were on and followed the rest of the crowd outside. Drunk and having a good time, the crowd of boisterous, costumed people made it easy for you to disappear. Carefully circling through the front of the crowd and falling back along the outside, you scanned the mass of people for your husbands. A warm pair of hands, thickened by the leather that held them, squeezed your hips, and your stomach dropped at the shock that you’d been caught already.

“Dar-“

A gun shot rang through the air, marking the beginning of the Halloween scavenger hunt and your own game. Catching Papi’s momentarily distracted state, you easily ran out of his grip and got swept into the crowd. You laughed with the drunken, happy party goers around you as you let yourself get far from the start of the grand lawn, and ran for the trees in the distance. The wind blew through your hair, after it blew your hood off. It was exhilaration, and pure adrenaline.

Getting a ways away, you ducked behind a tree as the crowd dispersed and spread out amongst the great forest that surrounded the estate you were all partying on. It was a huge property, had its own private forest. You’d heard that the entire property, all of the acres, were surrounded by the stone walls you’d seen when first entering through the front. You were quite literally in a dome, trapped, with your husbands hunting for you.

All the while the oblivious party goers played their game, not even knowing what was going on in the sinful world you and your lovers shared.

A shiver ran down your spine and curled into your cunt as you rubbed your thighs together.

Careful now, you thought, stepping out from around the tree. It was very dark, and while lanterns hung from every other tree, it gave the forest an ominous glow. It almost looked like the forest was aflame with the ember haze the flickering heat gave off as they licked the imperfect glass of the jars they burned in. It really set the mood.

You looked down at your heeled feet as you made careful movements. The shoes were easy to run in after all, but in the silence of this part of the wood, you felt that adrenaline grow as you tried your damndest not to make a sound. Every inch of your instincts told you not to get comfortable, not to believe you were alone. You held your breath, taking deep breaths and basically holding it between steps. You flinched every time I crunchy leaf curled under your feet.

A snap of a twig behind you made you freeze.

You turned to look over your shoulder, your breath frozen in your chest as your senses became hyper aware of everything around you.

Then another snap came from in front of you.

You glanced in the direction of that sound before taking off to your right, the path directly between the two sounds you heard. You gasped for air as you ran, the twigs and leaves crunching underneath you, and you could hear more sounds behind you. You came to a skidded stop as you crouched behind a stone ledge, the light of the lanterns not reaching the small hiding spot.

“You see which way she went?” Daddy asked,

“Nah, did you?”

You heard Daddy chuckle, “Little girl is fast.”

“We’ll catch her,” Papi growled, “you go that way.”

You heard Daddy take off in a jog, his foot steps getting further and further away. You covered your cherry red mouth with your hand, and stilled as you strained your ears to listen for the second set of foot steps, for Papi’s.

But you heard nothing.

“Darling,” Papi singsonged teasingly, “I like those heels of yours, better to hear you with my dear.” You heard him chuckle, “Reckon I could hear you running a mile away, but I don’t hear anything now,” you lowered your hand but bit your lip, staying quiet, “so where are you, my little red?” You listened and kept your mouth shut as his foot steps got closer and closer, “Hmmmm, wherever could you be?” He teased.

Fuck, he’s getting closer. You picked the most obvious hiding spot, and he was closing in on you. Stay or run, stay or run, stay or run. Your thoughts and heart raced as you weighed your options, until you finally just panicked and pushed yourself to your feet.

“Aye!” Papi called, the tips of his finger tips just skimming your arm as you took off towards the trees again.

So you’d chosen to run, which of course, with how fit Papi was, was a complete mistake. He caught you within a few feet. Grabbing your arm, he hauled you on your heel and grabbed the back of your hair, tugging it back as his mouth smashed into yours. You groaned, open mouthed, against his lips as he savagely kissed you. He licked into your mouth as he traced your lips, your sense coming back to you the moment the tips of your tongues touched.

You moaned into his mouth and wasted no time. He chuckled into your mouth as you palmed his hardening cock through his slacks, feeling up all that was yours while he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. His another hand untangled itself from your hair and dragged down your figure. Papi crouched a bit so he could shove his gloved hand under your skirt.

You gasped, “Always loved these gloves.” you purred before you licked your lips. 

“Fucking slut,” Papi hissed as his digits spread your bare lips, “came here pussy out.”

“My pussy’s always out for you two.” You licked his chin.

Papi hummed as one of his gloved fingers shoved its way inside of you. Your back arched as the smooth leather slid inside of your heat, and the lewd sound of the soft, slick leather pulling in and out of your depths filled the silence of the forest. You pressed your hands to his chest as your head dropped back as your eyes rolled. The friction was overwhelming. 

But not yet.

You lifted your head and shook it back and forth, “Papi, please, please.”

“What, darling? What?” He cooed as he kept stroking your walls with his wrapped finger. 

“I want to do something else,” your face scrunched with a shy smile as Papi chuckled at your act, “want to get on my knees for you.” you whispered before gently tugging his ear lobe between your teeth.

Your legs shook when his finger pulled from your depth and he looked at you as he lifted it to his lips. It was erotic to watch his lips wrap around the leather and slide up and down it, sucking your flavor off of it. 

“What are you waiting for?” he asked before licking his finger again as he leaned his hips forward, bulge on display. 

You smiled at him as you dropped to your knees. Quickly grabbing his belt, he shook his head at you and pushed your hand lower to his zipper. You pouted up at him as you unzipped his pants, not getting them open like you truly wanted to. Reaching into his pants, you gently pulled him from his clothes with a bit of difficulty. He was thick, and made it a bit harder to just pull it out. 

“There it is.” he teased as his cock bobbed in front of your face. 

You grinned up at him and leaned forward, ghosting your breath on the tip before you stuck your tongue out and kitten licked it. The wet tip of your tongue pressed around his swollen head sloppily. His head leaned back as you pressed your lips together and kissed his cock firmly, pressing your tongue to the slit at the tip of his dick as he groaned. 

And there was your opportunity. 

Still squatted on your feet, you let go of Papi and turned on your heel, taking off for the forest as his confused and annoyed chorus of response sounds echoed behind you. It would take him a while to catch up with you if he had to put himself away first.  

You slowed down as you got deeper into the forest, where a lot of the light didn’t get to. Deciding that walking around in the pitch black dark for a sex game wasn’t it, you walked towards the lights you could see. You didn’t hear anyone and couldn’t hear anyone as you peeked ever closer to the open space ahead of you. When you made it to the new clearing, there was a stone garden. 

Well, this is proper spooky. 

The stone garden had high walls, and many statues that resembled angels and women with wind struck dresses. It was all tastefully done, and maybe in the warmer months it was a rose garden. 

Now, it looked like something out of a horror movie. 

What a delicious place to maybe film our own movie, you thought deviously. 

“Look at you.” Daddy’s voice made you jump, and when you turned towards the arch a few feet away, that’s where he stood, “Look cornered.”

“Maybe.” you halfheartedly agreed nonchalantly as you took a step back for every step forward he took.

“Look cornered to me.” Papi’s voice behind you made you jump. 

Looking back at forth between your husbands, they began to circle you and both seemed closer and closer each time you turned towards them and back towards the other. You had no where to go now. 

“Made it easy for us, didn’t you?” Daddy rasped.

“Reckon it’s cause she’s been home alone for too long.”

“Ah, you’re right.” your thighs tensed as your men slowed their descent on you and circled around you, “hasn’t been taken care of properly has she?” Daddy asked as he held eye contact with you.

“Nah, mate,” Papi agreed, “that’s why she’s done this.”

Suddenly, Daddy and Papi stood straight parallel to each other, one in front of you and the other in back. They spoke to each other about you over your head as your body trembled in anticipation.  

“Think it’s time for us to give her what she wants?” Daddy asked. 

“Haven’t you missed it?” Papi asked softly. 

You let out a high pitched squeal as they suddenly rushed towards you, closing the mere couple of feet distance between them and you. Daddy rushed in and grabbed your face so he could kiss you like a man starved, while Papi wrapped his arms around your waist and ground his erection into your ass as his hands tugged your dress up.

Your whole body surged when the leather bound fingers pressed to your lips and spread them. The wetness on your clit chilled in the Fall air, and you moaned into Daddy’s mouth. 

“Fuck,” Papi groaned, “there’s a lot of people here,” his tone dripped with annoyance and arousal, “gonna have to make it quick, darling.” 

“Ah, they can fuck off,” Daddy groaned before he tilted your head up and grinned mischievously, “or they can watch from over that stone wall.” 

Papi’s growl of disapproval made you and Daddy giggle together. 

“Get over there,” Papi spanked you and pulled you from Daddy, giving you a little shove towards a stone bench, “we’ll fill you both ends.” 

You turned and walked to the bench with your lovers behind you, admiring the view.

“Ass looks so good.” Daddy called playfully, as you put one knee on the bench and looked back at him, “No, no,” he chided you, “go on, get that pussy out.” 

You bit your lip as you pulled at your hair as you turned back towards the bench. It was a flat bench, and you had approached from the narrow side, the long side stretched ahead of you. Getting on your knees, your latex rolled down a bit but you ignored it so you could lean over on to your elbows.

Daddy’s hand cracked down on your ass, making you squirm. The stone rubbed against your palms when you surged forward. Papi shushed you as he tilted your head up and stood in front of you. He pet your cheek affectionately with one hand while the other opened up his pants completely, just as you had wanted to before. 

“Don’t fuck around.” Papi warned Daddy as he looked over your body. 

Daddy was behind you, but you hadn’t felt or heard anything.

“Yeah, yeah,” Daddy agreed, “just one lick though.” You gasped as his hot breath ran up your cunt as you dragged the flat of his tongue from your clit to your hole, “Oh, that’s good.” he teased, “Okay, okay, now...”

You didn’t feel anything behind you so you looked at Papi. He looked back down at you and winked as he let his pants fall down his thighs. Shoving his underwear down, his cock bobbed out in front of you.

“Gonna take it all off?” you asked from under your eyelashes.

“I know how you drool for it.” he shrugged as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Ohhhh,” Daddy groaned behind you, “here we go.” 

You looked behind you just as his hips snapped forward, and his cock filled your hot core. A loud moan screech left your mouth as he began jackhammering your walls. Papi shushed you but quickly turned your head and pushed his cock between the lips of your mouth, effectively silencing you.  

You cried out around the dick in your mouth as your hands and kneed scraped the stone. 

“Wait, wait,” Papi had been looking down at you and noticed your discomfort, “not comfortable?” 

Daddy instantly pulled himself from you, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness you didn’t ever enjoy.

“Ow,” you whined, “fucking piece of shit stone.” you grumbled as you pushed yourself back to your feet and rubbed your knees. 

You pouted as you looked at the reddened skin, the tough stone not kind to your previously kneeled position. 

“Come here,” Papi turned you towards him on your feet, “come here to Papi.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist when he hoisted you up, “I got just the idea for this.” he nodded at Daddy over your shoulder.

When Daddy’s fingers curled around your shoulders, you let go of Papi’s and let yourself lean backwards. But then you never stopped leaning backwards. Papi’s arms crossed behind your lower back to keep you supported, but Daddy was lowering you until you were parallel to the ground beneath you. 

“You trust Daddy, babydoll?” He asked gruffly, arousal making his voice deeper.

“Always.” 

Both men shared a look before Daddy hooked his arms together behind your ribs and leaned you back further until you were diagonal between them, your back stretched all the way back. You felt your tits fall out of your dress, but didn’t care. You just wanted to see this position through. You were confused about it until his cock slapped you in the face. 

You instantly stuck your tongue out and lapped at the base that you could reach while Daddy cursed.

“Fuck,” he chuckled, “can’t even wait until she’s in position.”

“You know she’s a needy thing.” Papi teased as his fingers behind you pinched your skin.  

“Mmmm,” Daddy moaned in agreement as Papi leaned over you as Daddy’s hands loosened around you, “got a whole lot to give.” 

You opened your mouth as you hung upside down and let Daddy push his cock into your mouth. Relaxing your throat, you let him thrust a few times into your face and down past the usual spot you’d allow yourself to choke on. 

“Okay, okay.” Daddy sighed above you as he put his hands back underneath your ribs, his own body slightly crouched so he could fuck your face. 

All of your blood was rushing to your head, making you feel lightheaded while his cock blocked your throat, making you feel air deprived. 

I think I have a new favorite position.

“Not done yet, little love.” Papi cooed.

Your jaw opened painfully around Daddy’s cock as Papi pushed himself inside of your spread legs. Moans spilled from your stuffed lips like prayers as both of your husbands filled both ends of you. When Papi curled his arm under your knees, you felt your heart stop.

Your eyes rolled back as he shoved your legs over his shoulders and held his hips in a bruising grip. 

You dangled between your husbands, your back almost parallel to the grass if not for the way Daddy was fucking your face, making your head lower than your pussy that was getting plowed by Papi. Body shivering, your nipples hardened in the wind as they bounced freely with the rhythm your husbands set, having fallen out of your slutty neckline when they first dipped you down to take Daddy’s cock. 

Your toes curled as your pussy squeezed Papi’s thick length, the girth feeling extra wide because of how tense you were and the natural position of your legs almost straight up touching together in front of him. 

“Can’t run now, can ya?” Papi teased with a chuckle as his hips snapped into your ass, his balls hitting your ass. 

“Can’t scream either.” Daddy added as his balls hit your nose while he fucked your face. 

You choked on Daddy, your feet cramping from the tense of your legs, your pussy squeezed Papi. Both men groaned as they felt your body respond to them talking about you. They knew you inside and out, and knew exactly what meant what when it came to your body.

“So fucking pretty, you like when I stuff your pussy?” Papi asked, his tone mean but also stressed.

You giggled around Daddy’s cock, the sound a wet gulp as your lips further stretched from the smile that pulled at it along with the huge length.

“Shut up.” Papi growled.

“Go on,” Daddy encouraged, “cum in her, baby, finish yourself off and I’ll finish her.” You could hear Papi curse, and knew he was cursing Daddy, “Love fucking her with your cum.”

Your clit pulsed between your legs and your thighs shook as you suddenly came. Papi groaned, loudly, as your cunt squeezed his thick cock unexpectedly. He groaned again and snapped his hips forward, making you gag on Daddy.

“You like this?” Papi growled, “Like being outside with all of you out getting fucked? She’s just like you.” He grunted at Daddy.

Daddy moaned and stroked your skin with his thumbs, “Fuck yeah, Princess, Daddy knows.” He cooed breathlessly, “Want everyone to see you’re ours.” Your pussy tightened again, still convulsing from your orgasm, “Wanna show them the pretty tits and perfect cunt that’s ours.” He growled.

Papi groaned, your hips squeezed in his hands as he drove himself into you and halted. You gasped and sputtered around Daddy’s dick as Papi filled you.

“You dirty boy,” Daddy giggled, “knew you liked that shit too.”

Papi made a hopeless sound, “it’ll never happen.” He groaned weakly.

“Well.” Daddy said nonchalantly as he pulled his dick from your mouth.

You heaved for air upside down for a moment before Daddy’s arms hefted you back up so your legs and arms were wrapped around Papi. Papi kissed the tip of your nose and crossed his arms behind your lower back. In this position, he was deeply inside of you, filling you still while you were bent in half against his chest. You wrapped your arms around your legs and his neck.

“Hey, Little Red.”

“Hi.” You said breathless before you kissed him, “Daddy!”

You cried out as you felt a hand on your thigh pulled your lower half away and made Papi’s cock fall out of you. It made a wet smacking sound, and the image of Papi’s dripping cock slapping your juices against the ground just by falling out of your cunt made your gaping hole pulse.

Daddy’s breath was in your ear, “You know I like it sloppy.”

Your forehead pressed to Papi’s as Daddy’s longer cock forced your cunt to open deeper. Molded to Papi’s shape, Daddy began battering your walls to change that, all the while your soaked pussy wept with yours and Papi’s shared juices.

“Daddy feel good, Princess?” Papi teased, “Come on, cum for Daddy.”

Behind you, Daddy groaned as he snapped his hips up into you, “Pussy- so- good- fuck!” He praised your cunt with each pump of his hips.

Your whine hummed in Papi’s face as you took Daddy’s dick.

“You feel him? So deep inside you?” Papi whispered to you, your eyes shut as your foreheads touched, “I know how that dick feels baby,” you whimpered, “and in your sloppy little mess?” He tsk’d, “If you hadn’t gotten my dick all spent already, I’d join him.”

You whimpered as Daddy groaned behind you, “Whatever you’re saying, don’t stop.” Daddy kept fucking you hard without abandon since your strong Papi could take it, “she’s like a vice right now.”

“Our perfect little glove,” Papi told you as you constantly hummed and whimpered in his face, “I want to join,” he told you, “wanna push my dick in right next to Daddy’s.

“You know how much I like being next to Daddy inside that sweet pussy, our dicks rubbed together while you’re thrashing around. You’re never wetter for us.”

Your shoulders shook and your back kept arching as Papis words filled your head and Daddy’s dick filled your cunt.

“Fuck, Papi, she’s dripping.” Daddy grunted.

“Is that what you want?” He asked you, “you want everyone to see how you beg for us? You want someone to see the tits we suck on? The pussy we fill to its limit with cum and cock?”

“Daddy!” You cried out as your thighs suddenly uncontrollably shook and your cunt squeezed Daddy as you came.

“Dirty girl.” Papi cooed as he kissed your cheek and held you through your orgasm. “Cum in her.” Papi commanded over your shoulder.

With your head in the crook of Papi’s neck, you cried out as Daddy swelled and exploded inside of you. Following Papi’s command, Daddy moaned loudly and filled your cunt with his cum.

“I love Halloween.” Daddy sighed when his dick finally stopped unloading into you and he pulled out of you.

You laughed and rubbed the tears from your eyes.

“Come to Daddy.” He cooed as Papi gently let Daddy take you in his arms and out of Papi’s, “Good girl.”

Holding you bridal style, Daddy kissed you and nodded at Papi, who looked at you both with disapproval.

“You can’t carry her like that out of here.” He shook his head as he pulled his pants up and made himself presentable again.

“Why?” You whined.

“Cause, darling,” Papi cooed before looking at Daddy, “her pussy’s out.”

Reaching down, you pulled your top back over your tits as best you could. You already knew your pussy couldn’t be helped.

“Take a picture.”

You slapped Daddy’s chest with a laugh. Papi rolled his eyes and reached into Daddy’s back pocket for his phone. The flash pulsed for a second and then Papi looked at the screen, swallowing thickly.

You blushed furiously. Your pussy was out, your short skirt unable to cover your cunt. But you couldn’t really see your lips, not with the thick slathering of cum that covered it. It would probably drip from you for the rest of the night.

When he turned it towards you, Daddy grinned, “Looks more like icing on a cake to me.”

Papi huffed a laugh, and looked down with a sigh before looking back up at you both, “Alright, pretty sure I saw where all the cameras are, so just follow me to the car, alright?”

You both nodded. The second Papi turned his back to you both, you looked at each other and mischievously grinned as Daddy took a turn and took off to another part of the forest with you in his arms. 

You wondered how long it would take Papi to notice and find you. 

We have all night. 

[apocalypticbadass]

I F**king Love You

Not my photo!

A/N: hi friends! here’s my first post lol, yes it’s a smut if that tells you anything about me. this one’s pretty light because i had the idea at work and thought it was cute, but plenty more hardcore stuff is coming ;) there’s never enough Cullen smut out there, so hopefully i’ll have the drive to keep writing more. let me know if you guys like this, or if you have any requests, i would be so happy to take those!

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Description: Reader comes home from work exhausted, Emmett knows just how to fix her up and make her feel alright.

Warnings: Light smut, fluff, cursing, ur fav himbo Emmett Cullen.

Word Count: 1.72k

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Emmett cradled (y/n) in his arms as she groaned, her phone alarm shrilly announcing that it was time for her to get ready for work. The girl nearly slunk off of her and her boyfriend’s shared bed. After she slipped on jeans and a work shirt, she turned back to her vampire boyfriend. (Y/n) straddled him and tangled her fingers into his dark hair, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.

“Fuck, I don’t want to go to work.”

“I’ll make it worth your while when you come back, beautiful.” Emmett said suggestively.

“Yes please. Need you to fuck me really good, I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.” (Y/n) whined, now 100x more reluctant to go to work.

He smirked and let his mind wander for a moment. “That I can do, babygirl. Just be good for daddy and go to work for a few hours first, then this cock is all yours. ‘kay honey?”

She smiled humorously, pulling him in for one last kiss. “Yeah, yeah. If it’ll get me fucked real good I’ll do anything.”

Emmett’s massive hands gave her butt a quick squeeze. “Your ass looks bangin’ in those jeans, babe.”

“Thank you, bubba.” She giggled, kissing the tip of his nose sweetly. “I love you, I’m off.”

“I love you so much, sweetheart. Have a good shift.”

Even though (y/n) ended up having a pretty routine shift at work, her feet were killing her and everything seemed to be getting on her nerves today. She barely had the energy to walk out to her car. Tears began to prick her eyes as she thought about Emmett and how he was probably getting ready for her arrival. She knew for a fact that she was far too tired to have the sex she promised tonight, but wanted to avoid disappointing her boyfriend at all costs. (Y/n) shut the door of her car and drove home listening to the radio, trying not to be too upset. After driving all the way home on autopilot, she parked and entered hers and Emmett’s home, dumping her bags by the door. She trudged upstairs before sighing and pushing the bedroom door open slowly.

There he was. Emmett sat shirtless on their bed with a warm smile on his features, ready to welcome (y/n) home. The way his abs rippled as he perked up at the sound of her made the girl’s mouth water, but her eyes began to do the same.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Emmett was at (y/n)’s side in a flash, picking his girlfriend up like a child and hooking his index finger under her chin so they were eye-to-eye. “Talk to me, sugar.”

(Y/n)‘s lip trembled before she spoke “Em, I’m really tired, too tired to have sex. But I’m so angry with myself because I really didn’t want to disappoint you and I know you were looking forward to sex and I promised sex so I feel terrible not following through and I-”

Emmett cut her off gently with a sweet kiss, they could both taste the tears that had begun to stream down (y/n)‘s cheeks. “Sweetheart, please calm down. I’m not disappointed in the slightest. You really think I would be mad because you stood up for yourself and changed your mind? It was simply an incentive to go to work, just so if you needed something to look forward to, I would be there. We can have sex another time, my love, we do it almost every day.” He chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and wiping tears away.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It was just stressing me out because the amount I want you isn’t even funny, I just don’t have the physical energy tonight.”

You could almost see the lightbulb that turned on above Emmett’s head. “I have an idea. If you’re stressed and you still want me to make you cum, I would be happy to put my mouth to work. Only if you want me to, of course.”

The change in (y/n)’s heartbeat and breathing told the vampire right away what her answer was. However, she wouldn’t give it to him that easy. “But then you’re not getting anything out of it! That’s what I’m upset about, I promised you pleasure and I didn’t deliver.”

“Are you kidding me? You think eating your pussy isn’t pleasurable for me? I could prolly cream my pants just eating you out and listening to the noises you make for me.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened and her jaw fell slack. “That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”

He smirked. “Is that a yes, princess?”

“Yes please, Em, that would be so nice.”

Emmett gave her a quick eskimo kiss and they teamed up to remove all of (y/n)’s clothing, besides her panties. He flashed her a wide grin before gently flipping her onto her stomach. His strong hands massaged circles down her back as he kissed her neck. She moaned almost immediately as his fingers worked the stress out of her body. Emmett’s thumbs came to circle the small of her back as he sucked marks into her shoulder blades. He cupped her butt with his two hands and felt that for a moment before placing her on her back and pressing his lips to hers. 

“I love you so much.” He murmured, trailing his lips down her neck and collarbones, stopping for a moment to pay some attention to each nipple. He truly was the king of foreplay, making sure she was completely turned on before they started anything. As his lips made contact with (y/n)’s hipbones, his thick fingers brushed against her clothed core. He could feel just how soaked she was, and he internally jumped with excitement. No matter how many times he got the pleasure of making her feel this way, Emmett still reflected on how lucky he was that the beautiful woman underneath him loved and trusted him with her whole body. He was sure to never disappoint.

Emmett’s hand gripped her hips lightly, and he used his thumbs to stroke the skin underneath (y/n)’s waistband, teasing her slightly, before gently pulling them down her legs and off of her. His large hands smoothed out her inner thighs and spread her legs. He paused for a moment to take in the beautiful view in front of him, her pussy glistening and ready for his mouth.

“Emmett?”

“Yes ma’am?” “Would you please hold my hand?”

Emmett’s un-beating heart simply burst with love at this moment in time. “Of course I will, kitten.”

The fingers on Emmett’s right hand intertwined themselves with those on (y/n)’s left, and he placed his other hand on her hips to steady her.

He kissed her thighs a few times before licking a stripe directly up the center of her folds and plunging his tongue deep inside of her. This earned him a breathy groan, sending a jolt straight to his cock. He hadn't realized how hard he was until this moment, but stuck it out of his mind. He would be damned if he let anything get in the way of him giving his woman a mind-blowing orgasm tonight. (Y/n)’s free hand dipped into Emmett’s dark hair, pulling at it’s roots and scratching his scalp. The vampire moaned into the touch, sending vibrations through (y/n)’s pussy. He wrapped his lips around her clit and began to lick, suck, and nip at the bundle of nerves, quickly making her fall apart underneath his touch. Emmett continued building up the pressure, pushing the girl closer to her orgasm with every move.

“Fuck, Em, please. Please, God, don't stop.” Emmett smirked into her pussy and continued at a fervent pace, noticing again how his cock ached as she said his name. He realized how true his earlier statement was about to be, as he neared his own orgasm. “Jesus Christ, baby, please! I'm so close, fuck!”

This was all it took to send them both over the edge. (Y/n) squirted all over her boyfriend’s face, and he wasted no time lapping it all up and coaxing her through her orgasm. Emmett did, in fact, cream his pants listening to the way his name fell off of her lips and feeling her tug on his curls. “Look what you did to me, babygirl.” He chuckled sheepishly and pulled his sweats down to reveal his grey boxers. A dark spot was prominent on the front of them.

“Fuck, that’s really hot.” She smiled, eyelids half-closed, sleep fighting to overcome her.

“Ah ah, no sleep yet, honey. Go use the bathroom first, no UTI’s for you.”

“God, you’re such a good boyfriend.” She smiled, cupping his cheek, which was soaked in her own arousal. “Come with me and I’ll clean off your face for you. And your dick.” (Y/n) giggled, grabbing him a clean pair of boxers and herself one of Emmett’s smallest t-shirts, which (of course) she was still swimming in. She took his hand and dragged him into the bathroom, where she pressed herself into his bare chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Look in the mirror, we look hot as hell.” His big hands slid down her back to squeeze her ass, making her laugh.

“We sure do.” He gave her a dirty kiss and slid his shirt over her body, removing his sweats and underwear as she went to go pee. Emmett used a cloth to first clean his face. Before he could reach for his cock to wipe it off, his girlfriend rushed over and sunk to her knees in front of him. Her doe eyes never left his as she sucked the cum off of his member, leaving it spotless. Emmett’s jaw dropped and he had to fight in order to not get hard again. (Y/n) tugged the boxers from his hand and tapped his ankles, asking him to step into them. She pulled them up and dropped the band low on his waist, dragging her hands up his chest before she kissed him.

“I fucking love you.” Emmett said, carrying her off to bed.

“I fucking love you more.”

[refriedweeb]

TAKE WHAT I WANT AND I WANT IT (Katsuki Bakugo + Fem! Reader) 18+!

A/N: @bagel-bee said she wanted a bratty sub!bakugo so they’re gonna get a bratty sub bakugo

Prompt: 18+AU!Bakugo can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, but that’s nothing new to you. What the world doesn’t know is that outside of that hard exterior he presents to the world, Bakugo is the definition of power bottom and sub and needs to be put in his place.

Warnings: kinky sex, degradation, after care, edging, oral, and a bunch of other sin to follow

Word Count: 3,881

There were a whole lot of people in the great big world that were terrified of Katsuki Bakugo. You couldn’t say that you blamed any of them for the fear that they felt when the current love of your life spouted off, ever the hothead he’d been since his youth. His quirk was powerful, and dominated his spot in the hero charts. Of course, it’d been no surprise that he’d made his way into the top ten of the hero charts relatively quick, despite his nasty attitude towards others who he viewed were beneath him. He did good work, held himself to a high and impossible standard compared to others, and genuinely just wanted to make a difference despite his arrogant, dominant, asshole nature that put so many people off of him.

But you knew a different side of Bakugo. You knew a great deal more than the public would ever get to know and the truth of the matter was that gave you a feeling of power. The same sort of level you imagined Katsuki felt whenever he used his quirk and asserted dominance. Sure, in the public image and the hero society around him, he might have come off as the sort of guy who would be dominant in all aspects of his life. And this was true, for the most part. Except when it came to acts of intimacy in or out of the bedroom.

In that aspect, Katsuki Bakugo loved begging you to let him do just about anything. He loved giving all the power over to you, was unable to resist the thrill that rose in his chest when you bossed him around. 

At the same time, however, Katsuki was a brat.

He’d come home in a mood from patrol, and immediately tracked you down in the apartment you shared. It’d been a shitty day at the hero agency he worked for, nothing but petty crimes one after another and the general public had been so ungrateful that day particularly. No one was ever really happy about being inconvenienced by crime and fear, he understood that. But they’d been exceptionally vocal about it that day for no reason and it’d really gotten to him. He wanted you. Wanted the comfort and love that came with just being in your presence. Yet, most importantly, he wanted to relinquish all aspect of control about the rest of the day. He wanted you in control, as you always were, when the end of the night came around. 

Bakugo found you in the bathroom, looking as if you were about to get a shower. A makeup remover sat on the sink and you swept a cotton pad over your eyes, removing whatever makeup you’d worn on your face that day. He Let out an exhale that sounded like it had some smoke to it, and you opened your eyes, the two of you looking at one another through the reflection of the mirror while you set the pad down. “Hey hon, you’re home.” You could tell by the look on his face that he’d been through the wringer that day, and your heart tugged seeing him look so tired. As someone with a quirk who had opted out of the route of pro hero, you couldn’t imagine the pressure he dealt with each day. 

Katsuki didn’t say anything, simply shrugged off the sweatshirt he’d been wearing and letting it hit the tiled floor unceremoniously. He drifted over to you, hands needy as they pawed and pulled at the cloth robe you were wearing. “H-Hey!” you said, brows furrowed in momentary confusion as he laid an assault of kisses and nips at your neck, your jaw, you're collarbone. “Katsuki, I’m about to shower can’t this wait-” a hand slipped under the front of the robe, Bakugo messily groping at your breast. Your cheeks were flushed, and you suddenly understood what he was out for. He wanted to egg you on. Wanted to press boundaries. There was neediness in the way he suckled and pulled at your skin, little flowers of pinks and reds blossoming where his mouth attacked. His head was dipped against your collarbone, pulling at the skin there with hungry teeth, but you didn't need to see his expression to know you were right. “Bakugo, stop.”

He didn’t, his thumb rolling over your hardened nipple. You bit back on the sigh of pleasure, knowing this wasn’t something meant to be about you despite how greedy his hands were. “Katsuki,” you sighed, head propped against his as you leaned back. “Katsuki, stop.”

Not even a full breath had passed between your words before he replied with the infamous and tantalizing “Make me.”

It’d been the bratty statement that told you everything you needed to know. You opened your eyes and tipped your head to the side, meeting his. Make me. Such an overrated statement dealing with a brat, but it didn’t cease to make thrills run up and down your spine all the same. “Make you?” You repeated, Katsuki giving a nod of confirmation, that defiant look still in his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” His voice was gruff, tougher than usual as if he’d done quite a lot of screaming that day.

You sighed, shaking your head from side to side. “Get on your knees.” Bakugo’s pupils widened, the contrast against the bright red of those eyes mesmerizing. He didn’t listen, naturally, continuing to toy with your nipple and the sharp tug he gave to it almost blanked your train of thought. Yet, you held fast. Your hand slapped his away and yanked it from its place in your robe, turning from the sink so that you were face to face. “I said, get on your knees.” Nails latched at his chin, drawing in and pushing him to his knees with minor struggle. Despite the bratty attitude, Bakugo wanted this. He lived for this. Relinquishing control to you set him on a new high he’d never been able to reach before. His knees hit the tiled floor, and he looked up at you with narrowed eyes. Anyone who didn’t know Bakugo might have thought he looked furious, angry. But there was something behind those eyes that told you he wanted this.

And you were going to make him beg for it.

Your hand wrenched through the blond length of his hair, yanking it back so the column of his neck was exposed to you. “You’re such a shit, you know that?” You asked, tugging his head from side to side. “Had such a bad day at work and now you come home and expect everyone to lay themselves out for you whenever however, hm?” Your eyebrow was arched, you leaned in closer to him. “That’s not how it works, Katsuki.” You snapped. You released your hold on his hair and gave him a shove backwards, one he was happy to embrace as he leaned back on long, muscled legs. While he adjusted to the new position, you took the chance to undo the cloth belt that kept your robe tied together. It fell open, exposing the curves of your body and smooth, naked skin. The robe fell unceremoniously around your ankles as you hopped up onto the bathroom sink, legs spreading as you kept your eyes focused on Bakugo’s. “If you want to get what you think you deserve, then work for it.”

His eyes trailed with carnal hunger down the curve of your body. From the fullness of your breasts, nipples piqued where he’d been playing with them moments ago, to the curve of your naval, to your thighs and in towards lips that were spread and sticky already, your cunt looking so fucking delicious. Katsuki licked his lips, not needing to be told what to do as he leaned forward. It almost looked like a home free buffet for him, until the ball of your foot pressed in against his forehead, stopping him from his path to your cunt. He growled, upper lip curled in distaste. There was need in his eyes, to get lost in the distraction and comfort of you from such a shit day, and you saw it so clearly your heart tugged. On the other hand, you simply clicked your tongue. “What are you forgetting to ask, brat?”

Your eyes met and his lips pulled down in a frown. Defiant. This wasn’t news to you, and you moved your foot from his forehead to his chest and pushed harder. “Bad boys don’t get rewarded.” 

This was what got Katsuki talking, because he wanted to be rewarded. He needed to be rewarded and he needed to unwind from everything that had happened that day. Letting you take the reins meant that he’d get it, even if he had to swallow some of his bratty tendencies. “Please,” he started, cheeks flushed. “Please, will you let me taste your pussy?”

That was more your speed. A smile on your face, your foot dropped away from his chest and you resumed your former position of spread legs, all for Bakugo to see. He swallowed the thickness in his throat and leaned forward, callused and roughened hands spreading you even further as he drew closer. “Thank you,” he whispered, breath coming hot against your inner thigh. “Itadakimasu,” he purred before pressing in against the heat between your legs.

As he did, your hands settled into the blond of his hair, fingers nestling in as he kissed your inner most thighs, pulling at the supple skin found there. Katsuki was submissive to you, especially when things went awry at work, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to take his time. Bakugo kissed at the other side of your thighs, pulling the skin between his teeth in a show that was sure to leave a mark. His lips were rough, desperate. And as you leaned your back against the mirror of the bathroom vanity, your mouth dropped into the smallest of o’s as he leaned in to lick a hot strip up the core between your thighs. He wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to be rewarded for doing a good job, and it showed in how he devoured you. Soon enough, the wet sounds of him slurping, nuzzling, lapping up the wetness that he urged on filled the bathroom. Your pants and moans paired nicely with it, he had to say. “Such a good boy,” your breath hitched as he lazily rolled his tongue around your clit. “So hungry for me,” you cooed, hips bucking into his as your own high mounted. Katsuki’s hands pulled your thighs further apart, desperate to get more of a taste of you despite the obvious strain against his pants. He was hard and could feel the slickness of his pre-cum leaking through his boxers. His nose nuzzled in against your flesh, tongue narrowed in on your clit as he slowly pushed two fingers beneath your soaked lips, a thrill racing up his spine at the sound that fell from you lips. He was doing good, you were pleased with him. Katsuki was meticulous as he pumped in and out of you, fingers curled against your walls.

You were barely holding it together, muscles of your legs spamming as he picked up his speed. It was bliss, the sound of him moaning against your sopping cunt enough to send you on a marathon sprint to your orgasm. Any other night you might have done just that, but that desperate look in Katsuki’s eyes when he’d first looked at you told you tonight wasn’t the night to be selfish. Your boyfriend needed you to reassure him in a love language he understood, that you spoke so well. Instead, you threaded your fingers through Katsuki’s hair and gave a hard yank, the void of his mouth and fingers detached from pleasuring you sending a shiver down your spine.

“Such a good little brat,” you cooed, knees shaking as you stood. “Time for your reward.” With gentler hands than before you pushed Katsuki back onto the bathroom floor, kneeling between his legs. Lithe fingers reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it and the buttons of his pants underneath. His cock was swollen already, strained against the deep burgundy of his boxers. “So needy aren’t you? So desperate to get fucked...” came your idle words as you traced a single finger against the thickness of him, feeling a particularly protrusive vein under the pad of your finger. Bakugo moaned, hips instinctively rutting up against your finger. Truthfully you loved seeing the reaction you could get out of him with the smallest of touches, but you gripped his cock hard as he settled back on the floor. “Behave or you’ll get nothing.”

Bakugo’s expression twisted as he worked to restrain himself, the muscle in his jaw flexing as he fought back on a bratty remark. “Yes ma’am.” He groaned just as you pulled the waistband of his underwear down, swollen length slapping against the muscled plains of his stomach. The head of his cock was swollen, leaking pre-fun as it seemed to throb with a rhythm of its own. He watched with baited breath as you leaned over the head of him, letting a long glob of spit fall from your lips and onto his length.

Katsuki swore he almost came right then and there from the image of it alone.

A shuddering moan found itself in the back of his throat once more as your hand spread the spit around, fisting the angry colored cock in your hand as Bakugo braced his hands against the wall of the bath, the door of the cabinets. You twisted your hands up and down the length of him, watching the pained expression as he fought to keep control of his need to spill into your hands. A wicked smirk touched your lips and you leaned down, lips brushed against the protruding vein of his cock as you spoke. “You’re gonna be good and not cum until I say so, right Katsuki?”

You watched the defined muscles of his Adonis belt flex and contort as he fought back the urge to fuck himself into your hand, push into your mouth. “Yes,” he shuddered, gasping at the pain that followed a moment later from a particularly harsh grip from you. “Yes ma’am!”

Bakugo’s reward came when you lowered your mouth over his cock, cheeks sucking inwards as you bobbed your head up and down with a slow, tantalizing rhythm. Your tongue traced over the violent vein that ran on his underside, pushing his control over his hips to the breaking point. He refrained, however, wanting to keep you happy and keep you sucking him off. The moan that escaped his mouth once your nose brushed over the soft tangle of hair at his base sent a thrill through you, quickening your pace as you felt the muscles of Bakugo’s thighs tighten, the pulse of his cock hammering against the back of your throat. He was close to his orgasm, and you both knew it. 

And just as Katsuki was about to tumble over the cliff of his high, you released him from your mouth with a silent pop - one that was lost in the sound of his cry of dismay. His thighs spasmed, flexing as he tried to rut up into anything to get that final brush of friction he was desperately after. You sat back on your feet, wiping your wet, drool covered mouth with the back of your mouth. “Such a needy little slut,” you groaned, on a bit of a power trip from how close you’d had him to unraveling with just your mouth alone.  For the arrogance that he put on during his professional hours, you were the only one who could get Katsuki so weak. “You want to cum, brat?”

His forehead and body were slick with a thin layer of sweat, and he nodded. “Please, please let me cum, I need it. I need you.” The amount of desperation in his voice sent a thrill through you and you moaned as you started to crawl into his lap, wet lips dragging against his cock as you settled down. White dripped from the tip of his cock and onto the well defined planes of his stomach, and it took an incredible amount of restraint not to just start bouncing on him then and there.

“Do you?” Your voice was bored, languid, as if there were a million better things you could be doing at that moment. Your fingertips trailed over his stomach, causing him to shudder. They raked up and down his chest, moved to trail up your own stomach, to cradle and pinch at your own breasts while Bakugo struggled not to touch you greedily as he had before. He ached for it, could have very well started crying for it.

And when you put out what you wanted into the world...

“Please, baby, please, please, please!”

You took his throbbing length into your hand, lining it up with your entrance. Bakugo watched with hungry eyes as the tip of his cock started to disappear between your folds, the way you sat on him so slow and teasing he could have swore you wanted to kill him. Eventually, you sheathed yourself full of him, your opening settled against the curve of his hips into thighs. Yet, you didn’t move. You clenched around him, relaxed, and reclenched yourself as you sat poised and flushed over his dick. Your hands were braced against his chest, tips of your fingers biting into the hardened skin of his muscles. You felt impossibly full of him, wanting to savor that moment despite the feral whines coming from beneath you. “Beg me,” you breathed, eyes opening as you tilted your head to lock eyes with him. “Beg me to fuck you stupid.”

Tears prickled in the corner of his eyes, and he threw his head back, panting and you hadn’t even done anything. “I need it,” he groaned, fingers twitching to get at your skin. “I need to touch you. I need you to fuck me, I’m fucking losing it, please fuck me. Please, I’m-” His voice cut short as you leaned in, lifting over his cock with your pussy clenched as you moved against him. He wouldn’t last much longer if you teased at him like that, Bakugo knew that for sure.  “Ah, rrrnng, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

It was the last little bit of torture you would put him through for that night. You smiled, small and curt and it was the last string of resistance that snapped that would set the game on the ground and running. You adjusted your knees, pulling them inward as you started to ride Bakugo, hips slamming down into his as you bounced up and down. Meanwhile, Katsuki went wild. His hands found purchase in your skin in the most violent way. Grabbing at the plush skin of your hips, your thighs, pulling and clawing like a man desperate to find salvation. He cupped your breasts, the painful pulls of your hardened nipples only egging you on to fuck him harder, to get him to his high faster. The sound that filled the bathroom was wet, the squelches of your pussy as you sank around him over and over mingled with your desperate moans. 

A hand slipped up to Bakugo’s neck and squeezed there while you rocked back and forth against him. His mouth was hanging open, his panting feverish, and you swore he could have gone cross-eyed. “You don’t cum until I cum, slut.” your thumb brushed over his swollen lower lip as you leaned forward to pull it in with your teeth. “Make me cum.”

That was all the encouragement that Bakugo needed. His hips snapped against yours with enough feverish need you cried out in pain. He was sloppy, how his thrusts were ill-timed and desperate, pounding into you with reckless abandon. Your nails found themselves back in his chest, dug in as he held you down against his hips. Katsuki drove himself up into you, enough to carve you in half with the power behind them. Your mouth dropped open, unable to do anything but mewl, whine, and cry out. His thumb rubbed circles against your clit, equally as feverish in speed as he rushed to get you to your orgasm because he didn’t think he’d last much longer himself. He tossed his head back, listening to the sounds of you calling out his name, growing more and more desperate as you came closer to your own mounting high.

It was a specifically hard drive that sheathed itself right against the back of your spongy walls that undid you, your glaze tumbling around Bakugo’s length, coming undone once more as he continued to tease your clit and fuck you simultaneously. Always such a good boy, you groaned as you rode out the last of your high. “Cum for me, Katsuki. Fill me with your cum.” Those words, spoken breathlessly and of wrecked tone, sent Bakugo spiraling as he shot his load into you. Your hand slipped behind you to fondle his balls, milking him dry as he emptied himself into you until he was spent and shooting blanks. Even when he was spent, Katsuki remained inside of you, flexing his hips against you. Both of your breathing was labored, spent, unable to form coherent words for a moment of time.

You collapsed against his chest, soothed by the feeling of his chest rising and falling. Your sweet, loving, Katsuki Bakugo. Once you found you could still speak, you tipped your head so you could look up at him. “Are you okay, ‘suki?” A hand moved to push some matted blond hair out of his face. 

Bakugo’s hands wrapped around your waist, giving you a squeeze before he answered. “I was frustrated,” he started, voice gravelly and still thick with lust. “Today was one of those days where it seemed no one cared about what we were doing. Ungrateful dumbasses, tch.”

Your expression softened, and you pressed a kiss against his chest. “You know that’s not true. You do important work, my brave hero.” His thumbs ran circles over your lower back as you continued on. “I can’t imagine the pressure you’re under sometimes, doing what you do.” Bakugo turned to look at you, burgundy eyes tired, drained. You kissed the spot on his chest again. “You did so good, such a good job listening today.” You kissed him again, this time closer to his neck.  “You’ll always be appreciated and loved with me, Katsuki, you know that, right?” 

A blush pulled over his features, and he ducked his head with a roll of his eyes. Despite the reaction that would have had anyone assuming the sentiment wasn’t appreciated, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m not a dumbass, you know.”

You laughed, kissing him gently on the lips for a few moments. The desperation from before no longer present, the only thing left behind the deep rooted love you held for one another. Slowly, you pulled away and smiled down at him. “Come on, lets get cleaned up and order in. Your favorite.”

[dontshootmespence]

Made To Be Used

Summary: Sam indulges you in a particularly kinky roleplay request.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,406

Warnings: Breath play, roleplay, daddy talk, degradation, uses of the words slut and whore, squirting.

A/N: This fills my ‘breath play’ square for @spnkinkbingo​​​. @heycasbutt​ @impala-dreamer​ (not sure if any of your no-nos are here, feel free to ignore lol).

Being in the same room with her was fucking torture. Sam knocked on the door, awaiting Y/N’s typical response. 

“What?!”

When he opened the door, he saw her lying stomach down, her skirt sitting just below the curve of her ass and her tank top dipping just a bit too low for his liking. Well, he loved it. But that was the problem. He cleared his throat. “Your mom wanted me to talk to you about your grade in math. She says it’s unacceptable.”

“And she couldn’t do that herself because?” She asked, meeting his gaze with a knowing look. “Oh right, because all she cared about are her socialite friends now that my dad’s gone and she’s out right now.”

Sam sat down on the bed and tried to avoid looking at her. He was closer in age to Y/N than her mother, but he was a married man. He shouldn’t have been thinking of her this way. “Math sucks. It was never my greatest subject either,” he said, trying to add some levity into the tightness of his voice. “But she wanted me to talk to you about it, so if she says anything, I did.”

“Sam, why do you let my mother use you like a trophy husband, lap dog? You give her way more than she deserves.”

Honestly, it was a question he’d been asking himself lately, but he played the dutiful husband and gave the ‘right’ answer. “I don’t. Your mother is nicer than you give her credit for.”

Though he tried, Y/N huffed. “Yea, okay. You don’t even believe the words coming out of your own mouth. You deserve someone that respects you. Actually gives a shit about what you want and need. My mom only cares about having man candy on her arm at important parties.”

Sam chanced a glance at the younger woman. God, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath made his jeans grow tighter and tighter. “Not sure such a person exists.” 

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” Y/N asked, grabbing his shoulder and sending a jolt of something he shouldn’t name run down his spine. When she pushed herself up and onto her knees, padding over to him slowly, he swallowed the growing need tightening in his throat. “Sam, you are fucking gorgeous.” She began to purr. “I could show you what it’s like to be with a woman that actual cares about you.”

She kissed his shoulder, making him shiver. “Y/N, we can’t. You know we can’t.”

“Why?” She asked coyly, slotting one of knees between his legs. “You’re not my dad. I’m closer to your age than she is. Plus, I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

Sam cleared his throat and made the smallest of efforts to reject her advances, but his body wasn’t listening to what his mind was saying. “We shouldn't,” he whispered.

“But you want to.”

Reaching down, Y/N pulled at the hem of her tank top and lifted it over her head, revealing the lack of anything underneath. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts; they felt full and perfect in his hands. He cursed himself for what he was about to do.

Sam snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “You have no idea what goes on in my head, Y/N.”

She whispered against the shell of his ear. “Show me.”

He reached back between his shoulder blades and pulled his t-shirt off, smiling when she began running her hands up and down the length of his torso. “I have no idea how my mom goes out to parties all the time when she has you at home.”

“How about I show you what she’s missing?”

She eagerly, almost clumsily, pulled at his leather belt, whipping it off with ease and throwing it to the floor. “Stand up,” he insisted. Instantly, she did as he said and his cock strained harder against his jeans. “So eager.”

“How do you want me, Daddy?” Her voice was so small and so inviting. 

“Clothes off. Face down.”

Without hesitation, she removed the rest of her clothes and hopped back up onto the bed. She propped her ass up in the air and wiggled it for him as he hurriedly removed the rest of his clothes.

“Jesus, Sam. You’re so big.” Her eyes blew wide with lust and she licked her lips.

“Another day, sweetheart.” He knew exactly where her mind went. “I’ve been thinking about filling you up since the day I met you.” Sam watched her pussy flood at his words and crawled onto the bed behind her, hissing when he rubbed the tip of his cock against her slick folds. “Such a pretty pussy.”

“Fuck my little pussy, Daddy.”

Growling, he slid himself into her with little resistance. She sucked him in eagerly and moaned, biting down on her balled fist to keep from crying out. As she bucked into his cock, he bent over her and brought his chest nearly flush with her back and bit down on her shoulder, sending a shockwave through her that made her flutter around his cock. 

Slowly, he began to thrust, rolling his hips and attempting to keep himself from coming too soon. He wanted this to last. Grasping the insides of her thighs, he wrenched her legs apart. “Keep them spread. Don’t move. Don’t speak.”

She groaned at his words, sliding her finger into her mouth and sucking as the head of his cock hit against over and over again. “You just love being used like the little whore you are, don’t you?”

Without a word, she replied, nodding her head enthusiastically as she slid her fingers around her throat and squeezed. “The way you look at me, it’s like you’re begging to be fucked like the little fleshlight you are? Is that what you want?” He asked, smiling against her skin at her lack of reply. “Someone is good at listening to instructions. Speak,” he said pointedly, thrusting hard against her, balls slapping against her clit as if to put a fine point on his words. “You like being my little fleshlight?”

“Yes, Daddy. So much.” She let go of her throat and began to shake, returning to the pointed pressure at his instruction. With each squeeze, she clamped around him harder than he thought possible. He’d never done hard drugs, but this had to be what it felt like, a rush of endorphins and not just a possibility but a definitive need for more.

“Why?” He grunted, pounding her into the mattress. “Tell me why? Use your big girl words.”

“Because I’m a whore. A little fleshlight made to be used.” Her words came out whispered and soft.

Sam pulled out slowly, only to thrust back in, hard, shaking her body with each movement, watching as her tits jiggled and reveling in the way her tight little cunt clung to every inch of his cock. “That’s right,” he groaned, biting down on her shoulder and grumbling in approval when the crescent shapes reflected in her pliant flesh. “Now, squirt for Daddy, baby girl. And let go of your throat when I tell you to. Show me what a little slut you are.”

She nodded and began to shake the second Sam slipped his fingers over her clit, rubbing furiously as if her orgasm was his life’s blood. “Let go. Now.”

The instant she released her grip on her throat, she trembled uncontrollably, shaking so hard Sam had to press his palm on the small of her back to keep her place as he swiped at her clit and lapped at the juices flowing from her pussy. 

Breathing heavily, she sunk into the soaked spot on the bed and laugh, cheeks burning at the obscene slurping sound that came from Sam lapping at her sodden cunt. 

“Jesus, Y/N,” Sam said, playfully biting her ass as he crawled up to kiss her. “That live up to expectations?” 

She rolled on top of him and giggled into the crook of his neck. “Fuck yes. Thanks for indulging me.”

Sam pulled her against him and nibbled at the soft spot behind her ear. “I didn’t think I’d be so into that. I thought I’d feel too dirty. But I...yea. I’d do that again.”

“You would? Or you need to?” 

“Need,” he growled.

[talkfastromance4]

I love the taste-- c.h oneshot

Thank you to @fratcalum​ for letting me use your edit!

And here she is, all 1,932 words of smut from our self-acclaimed oral king. I hope you enjoy and wildflower is bangin’ and I’m so excited for CALM.

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Masterlist

• • • •

It’s all still fairly new. You and Calum. Calum and you. Since it’s new and exciting you’ve both decided to keep it on the down low, not even the guys know. It’s been many midnight and early morning coffee dates with your secret romance and you couldn’t have asked for someone better. 

And now you’re out at a house party because the social distancing ban has been lifted and everyone wants to celebrate this new day of freedom. Drinks were flowing and the music was loud and eclectic and it’s been a whole month since you’ve been with Calum. 

A whole month of only video calls. A whole month of longing to be with him.

Sexting can only go so far. 

He’s looking extra scrumptious with his hair still tinted pink and you can’t help but smile that your magenta dress matches his hair. 

When you first arrived at Ashton’s, he pulled you in for a big hug and the way his fingers grasped tightly to your ass for the smallest fraction of a second did not go unnoticed by you. You quirked your brow at him when you pulled away, eyes darting to your friends. 

He just grinned and winked before saying hello to the next person. 

The third glass of sangria wine is starting to hit you, you feel bubbly and the sweet flavor of the fruit tickles your taste buds. And it tickled something else when you caught sight of Calum. He was just heading inside, laughing at something Andy had said but you don’t miss the way his brown eyes dart to you. 

His eyebrows lift suggestively.

Downing the last of your fruity drink, you’re quick to follow him inside calling his name. You push through the bodies following him upstairs and you reach for the back of his shirt just as he turns around and in an instant you’re spun around with your back against his. 

The bubbly alcohol and his quick motions made you a little dizzy but then he swept your hair over your shoulder exposing the skin of your neck. His other hand has your dress bunched up, the warm pads of his fingers feel like fire on your thigh. 

“You know I like when your hair is down over your shoulder,” he mumbles, his lips just barely grazing over your neck. It makes you shiver and you melt immediately at his touch.

It’s been way too long without his touch.

You force yourself to swallow when he finally sponges wet kisses just below your earlobe which causes even more of a chill. This one is filled with heat and desire and you rub yourself against him. 

“Can we go? Can I come over or is Roy there?” you somehow manage to get out.

“We can go pretty girl, you’ve been driving me fuckin’ crazy in this dress,” he practically growls and then his lips and hands are gone leaving you cold and craving more. 

Then his hand is in yours leading you back downstairs. In your buzzed state you don’t even question why he came up here but you’re glad he’s taking you back to his place. You press yourself against his back as he leads you through the guests.

His hand is on your thigh the whole drive and you can’t keep your eyes off him. His face is so serene and you’re desperate to know what he’s thinking because each time he accelerates, his fingers tickle a bit higher up your thigh. 

“What’s on your mind?” you finally blurt, curiosity getting the best of you. 

“How I want to hear you scream my name,” he smirks and gives your leg a squeeze. It tickles you and you let out a small squeal. “Just like that but louder.”

“I thought you don’t like using your song names during sex,” you tease because of the close reference to No Shame. 

“You’re the one who started giggling when I was between your legs and you kept saying ‘don’t stop,’” he chuckles.

It causes you to giggle again at the memory. 

“Not my fault you wrote a song called that,” you shrug and then sit up a little straighter when you see you’re pulling into his driveway. You bite your lip begging the garage door to roll up faster. 

Once he’s parked, you both exit the vehicle quickly and as soon as you’re inside he’s spun around smashing his lips to yours. You moan instantly, his plump lips guiding yours to his will. A month without him is way too long. 

Being on the same wavelength, you jump just as he lifts you up from the ground. Your fingers curl into his thick hair and then you remember it’s pink and you giggle around his mouth.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, suddenly dropping you onto his bed. 

“Your hair is like cotton candy,” you giggle wanting to touch it but you admire it from your vantage point.

He removes his shirt quickly and you go to unzip your dress but he shakes his head. “Keep it on but take your panties off.”

You spread your legs open a little wider, biting your lip as you run your fingers over his chest and abdomen. You like the way his muscles tense at your touch and you look up at him under your lashes when you respond,

“I’m not wearing any.”

“Fuck, you’re my favorite fantasy,” he growls then drops to his knees. 

“I love your hair,” you smile finally carding your fingers through it and giving it the attention you want. “It’s like cotton candy.”

He dips his head to your jaw, lips pressing kisses all the way down to the top of your dress. He pulls on the fabric with his teeth while his hot fingers spread your legs even wider. 

“You’re sweet like cotton candy,” he sighs. 

You watch him lower his head even more, your fingers still in his hair, as he kisses up your thigh. He tugs your dress up higher so you’re exposed to him and you can’t help the blush that warms your cheeks. 

His breath is hot on your sex, his eyes close and then you feel his tongue on you. You jerk at the touch and his shoulders shake.

His eyes darken when he looks up at you, “I love the taste.”

Then his mouth is on you, lips spreading you open while his tongue explores between your folds. You tilt your head to the side relishing in the way his tongue slips and slides so easily and so deliciously. Calum lifts one leg over his shoulder and the angle makes his actions hit differently. 

“Mm, Cal,” you moan, tugging on his pink hair. The tug makes him groan and you gasp from the warm vibrations. You close your eyes from the ecstasy and then his actions stop and his fingers are firm on your jaw. 

“Eyes open,” he commands, his fingers squeeze on your thigh. “Want you to watch yourself cum in the mirror.”

The mirror? 

He jerks your chin up and you see he’s had his closet doors replaced with mirrored ones and you gasp. Then you nod in understanding and Calum places his lips back on you, this time he works faster. 

He’s licking and suckling and slurping sinfully, his hand on your chin falls over your chest and he squeezes a breast before moving his hand in between your legs. 

His finger slips inside, pumping effortlessly and the sounds that are coming from between your legs causes you to moan. He curls his finger and your toes begin to curl. 

“There, right there,” you sigh looking down then remember his order.

Watching his head move from side to side and the muscles in his back flex as he works you over is a sight to see for sure, but he wants you to watch yourself. Your face is flushed and your lips are red from biting them. When he adds a second finger that’s when your toes curl all the way and you feel your orgasm building and building. 

“Fuck,” you mewl and Calum moans scissoring his fingers inside you. 

You rock your hips against his face, seeing yourself do so turns you on a lot more than you ever thought it would so you rock your hips even faster. You’re chasing your own high, yanking on his cotton candy hair as you do.

And then you’re crashing. Your orgasm hits you and your mouth is open wide as jagged moans and squeals spill out. Calum doesn’t let up.

“Who makes you this way, baby?” He grunts removing his lips to ask. You’re caught up in your reflection and your orgasm and he fucks his fingers into you faster, mouth sucking on your clit. “Hmm?”

“You’re the only one who makes me--” you gasp and let out a loud powerful moan as his fingers pump into you faster and another orgasm overflows you on top of the first one “--every time we--”

Your body shakes as you try to keep your eyes open and your body in an upright position so you can see yourself. 

Then you’re screaming as orgasm after orgasm rolls over and through your body. You tense around him, paralyzed in sexual bliss. You try to count how many you’re going through because Calum likes to “beat his score” as he would say but you don’t even know what numbers are anymore. 

Your whole body is on fire and then his actions slow, he removes his mouth and fingers tenderly.

“You made a mess baby,” he sighs and you feel his tongue on you again, but it’s lazy and careful.

You collapse onto the bed, his scent billows up from the bedspread and all your senses are tingling.Your body is heavy, your legs are shaking and you feel your pussy throb. You see Calum shuck off his pants through half lidded eyes and then he’s hovering over you, chains dangling from his neck. 

“How many?” he asks, nudging his nose against yours. Your eyes close at the soft contact and you shake your head. “You didn’t count?”

“I don’t. . . too many,” you pout and somehow lift your heavy arms to link around his neck. Knowing what you want he gives you three soft kisses on your lips. 

“That’s okay, baby. Did you like watching yourself?” he asks and you nod, “Yeah? See how pretty you are when you cum for me? Can you do some more?”

He presses his hips to yours and you can’t help but moan at feeling his cock rub against you. 

“Please,” you nod and he guides himself inside you. 

You gasp at his girth, fingers curling in the hair at the nape of his neck. You’re still so sensitive but he feels so good as he thrusts in and out. Each push pulls more moans from you and you hold Calum close against you.

His hand is on your hip as leverage for snapping his hips against yours, he’s groaning in your ear and you’re both just a cacophony of intermingled noises of pleasure.

You whimper quietly in his ear and your breathing gets faster. You squeeze around him and it makes Calum jack hammer into you then he pulls out and you feel his hot ropes on your thigh. You catch your breath and let your legs fall to the side. 

Calum lifts his head up, a dopey smile on his face and he cups your cheek. 

“This is why you’re my wildflower.”

“Now who’s using their songs in bed?” you laugh breathlessly.

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Puer Deus: Animal

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Captured / Hurricane / Sustenance / Liar / Scars / Proof / Strings / Reputation / Daughter

Summary:  Tempus Fugit

A/N:  18+ only.  Physical violence; sadism; references to abuse; smut

Word Count: 6.4k

Day Ten

The first time you woke, it was to pitch black and silence. You were tangled up in Ren’s arms, both warmed and discomfited by such close proximity. Your head rested upon his biceps, lips pressed against his chest. He had folded you into his body so tightly that to move an inch would disturb and alert him, an envelope that would tear at the first tug on the letter.

You were sore and exhausted, sapped of all spirit. The damage at your neck thrummed in time to your pulse, and you could trace it all the way to your toes.  A strangled whimper broke loose when you tried to swallow, but you couldn't rebound fast enough to hide it. Ren’s head bent down to sweep gentle kisses along the curve, murmuring things into the skin that you couldn’t hear over your heartbeat.

You pushed at his belly, trying to dislodge yourself, but he caged you and cinched both arms tight. His voice in your head, unfamiliar, all-encompassing, made you jump when he asked what you needed, and he produced a little glass of water for you in response, chasing the last drops from your lips when you finished.

Curling you back into place, Ren threaded his fingers into your hair and palmed your scalp, holding you right where he wanted. He stretched his divine power into your brain and drove you back down into dreamless sleep.

The second time you woke, you were rolled out from your cozy spot and pushed onto your stomach.  On a distorted whine, you tried to kick away the person jostling and turning you. Your eyes cracked open slightly as large hands wrapped around your hips and tugged you up onto your knees.

The dark of the room cast hazy doubt over what was happening. Were your calves and thighs being spread apart; or, were you dreaming? Unsteady, you griped and grumbled at the pillow stuffed beneath your belly and propping your ass up, but you were too stuck between somnolence and consciousness to register that you should feel vulnerable or afraid.

The fingers pinching into your hips were absolutely real, though, as was the body that knelt behind you.  Thighs, hip bones, standing, hard cock -- ALL real. Your eyes shot fully open, and your mind cleared, tumbling and panicked.  Bruised, lacerated hands pushed into the mattress, a blind attempt at scrambling away, but you were compelled back down by nothing, by the unseen.

Your brain caught up with your flight response, shocking you into the understanding that it was Ren behind you, between your legs, and it was the Force holding you down.  You were given mere seconds to adjust before you felt slightly damp fingers at your entrance, and you knew.  You just knew.

That was the only lubrication you were going to get.

His cock head speared into you and split you apart, bursting red mist and black spots behind your eyelids.  Ren swore and growled at the impossible tightness, carving at your cunt with the blunt end of his dick until it stretched and lengthened for him. 

Tears sprang to your inflamed eyes as they always did for him, and you clawed at the mattress, aching fingers scrabbling across the sheets. When he was finally fully seated and had forced your body into compliance, you expelled the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and gulped down air. 

You screwed your eyes tight shut and told yourself that this wasn’t rape; this wasn’t an assault, no matter how vicious the beginning.  When Ren’s hips began to move, though, you couldn’t hold the memories in and bit down on the sheet to keep from sobbing.

“You’d be enjoying yourself more, puppet,” his condescending smirk was evident in the tone of his voice, “If only you’d learn to do as you’re told.”

You bristled with ire, understanding that he was withholding any measure of kindness because you hadn’t kept your silence, probably because you hadn’t given him a fucking blow job the day before that. But your cunt, and all of your abdomen, stung at the rough invasion, and your irritation was overtaken by the blinding pain radiating up from the deepest parts of you.

You tried to relax, tried to will the adrenaline away, but even your mantra had deserted you, chased off by Ren’s destructive turmoil. You coached yourself that this was not Santcha, not some lunatic customer you’d been sold to for a night.  This was Kylo. Your Kylo.

Your guts curdled at the thought, and you shook your head against the bed.  You were his, his object, his receptacle, but he wasn’t yours. He would never let himself belong to you the way you now belonged to him, no matter how much you might want it.

“Your body betrays you, pet.”

The words barely scraped through his gritted teeth, and he rocked against you with more intensity because your body was, in fact, rising to his challenge. It always would. Your cunt loosened, pliant and slick for him already. Your hips had let go of some of their apprehension, and your tight back had eased.

You trembled and cried into the sheets, ashamed that you had ever allowed yourself to be so dehumanized and angry at your body’s eager response. In the span of minutes, he’d roused you only as much as he needed, manipulated your body to his preference, and fucked himself into you without so much as a second thought.

And you were liquid for it.

He was doing exactly the thing you’d asked for yesterday. He was taking what he wanted from you, robbing you of your complicity, and shooting you into a whirlwind of emotion and obscenity and pain. 

He had hollowed you out and filled you with only himself.

You didn't know if he’d been waiting to make sure he wouldn’t punch a hole clean through your pussy; but when you were accepting his thrusts more easily, Ren wasted no more time on your readiness or pleasure. 

He crashed into you, fingers gouging bruises into your hips. He offered you no quarter, not a second’s worth of delay or comfort.  His pace was brutal, his vice grip holding you hostage as he slammed forward too fast for you to do anything but receive. The hammering fullness of his cock was mind-numbing, and you were quickly rendered a mewling, sniffling mess beneath him.

Ren paid you no mind, and you burned with shame, indignation, and unabashed lust.  Somehow, you knew many of his days started with an orgasm; but now, he had himself a living doll to fuck instead of his fist. He had reduced you to nothing more than an ever-open hole, further cementing that you belonged to him in every and any way he wanted.

“Yes, you fucking do,” he growled it out, and you realized he was listening to your every pitiful, uneasy thought.

Ren stretched his long arm out and wedged his hand between your shoulder blades, burying your face into the mattress with his weight and stunting your breath. It deepened the angle of your pussy, and he groaned so loud you heard it through the muffle. He rewarded your body’s response by bottoming out again and again.

Absent oxygen, your every muscle tightened from stem to stern. In the fuzzy middle of consciousness, you pictured what you must look like to him, flushed and supple, bent over and cracked open, leaking all manner of your insides just for him.

“Fuck. Say it. Show me.”

His instruction filtered into your fabric bubble, sinking you further into your mental imagery. Your brain flitted to bloody hands and grungy sinks, dark eyes and white light. ‘I am someone’s whore’ sprang to the forefront, and Ren’s throat erupted into a choppy series of grunts.

He pinned you there, a tiny fly in his Galaxy-sized web, and railed you, crashing into you with no reservation and pushing all of his weight into your hips. Just before you slipped away, you heard the echo of his voice in your bones.

Yes. My whore. My pussy. My body.

Digging thick fingers and nails into your back, he moaned, hoarse and low, and filled you, his personal repository, with his seed. When his ragged breathing eased somewhat, he unearthed you from your trench, turning your face so your lungs could fill with jagged air and your senses could return.

Ren hovered over you, barely a smudge in the dark. He peppered your spine with kisses, centering his attention on the crescents he’d created to dot the terrain. You were little more than a messy puddle in the center of his large bed.

“Mine.”

Your brow knit, eyes crinkling on feeling, and you nodded, the barest and smallest of gestures. It earned you another kiss, though, and you clung to that prideful, accomplished feeling as he withdrew. Burrowing knuckles into your mouth to quash the quiver, you collapsed onto your side, curling into a ball.

"Sleep," he crooned the command against your temple and slid from the bed, having gotten what he wanted and not caring about anything beyond that.

The third time you woke, the light cycle had begun, and you barked out a curse at the idiotic, unnecessary brightness of this white room.  When you could see without flinching, you shifted slowly, dragging your mangled, thoroughly-used body from the bed to the bathroom. 

Settling both hands onto the full mirror, you studied your reflection.  The shiny reckoning was absolute.  The eyes, swollen lips, and battered and marred figure in the mirror were all you.  That feral creature, that banged-up beast, wasn’t separate from you anymore.

On the counter, you found a pile of black clothing adorned with a note. It was a plain white card, but the script was flourishing, looped and lovely.  “Be good, puppet,” it read, and you snorted, throwing the thing over your shoulder. But when it dawned on you what it might actually mean, you spit out the toothbrush and scrambled for it. 

He’d left you clothing, something he’d never done before.

You tore through the pile, laying out the shirt, socks, and pants. A bit of hunting produced boots, and you spent exactly no amount of time deciding whether you were going to shower. Fuck it, you thought; he’d gotten you all dirty and tramped up, and you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of cowing under any more shame.

Hurriedly, you dressed in the form-fitting pants, socks, and boots. The shirt-cowl combination was simply too much, and you tore offending pieces of the fabric away until it resembled something like an asymmetric tank top. 

You stopped to look in the mirror, taking in this new version of yourself. Clad in all black, you looked like a thief, a marauder, and the shameless display of scars and bruises lent you a dangerous aura. You pictured yourself as the black nebula now, slithering unseen into the periphery and infecting it with your ethos, your intention.

Emboldened, you vaulted from the small room and towards the threshold. You paused just before the door, skeptical and pondering. It could be a trick, you reasoned. Ren would dangle this freedom, this personhood, in front of you as a test. But would he actually give it to you? 

Waving your hand where you thought the sensor would be, your stomach lurched as the door opened.

Sterile, crisp, industrial light flooded in, and you shook with something you couldn’t readily identify. He’d given you the freedom to leave his room, his cell, without him for the first time. Was he so sure that you wouldn’t run, that you were fully broken to his ownership?

The back-and-forth had ended when you didn’t think you had a choice or a chance to get away. You’d accepted the reality you’d been given because you didn’t believe there would ever be another.  But Ren had changed the circumstances entirely. He’d uncorked the bottle, and your yearning for liberation gushed forth.

You could run, you thought. Certainly, somewhere in this monstrosity of a ship, you could find a weapon.  You had always had the idea to murder your way out of this bondage; but now, you had the resolve, the courage of experience. You could murder your way out. 

Your feet sped you down the hall, and your heart kicked up into a dangerous rhythm. As though you were chased by the devil himself, you blindly turned corners and ran down a seemingly endless number of corridors until you were hopelessly lost. You understood why Ren had simply opened the door.  There was no actionable way for you to obtain your freedom when the thing you were trying to flee dwarfed entire star systems.

You were on the verge of giving up, about to disobey once again and ask someone to tell you where the fuck you were when you stopped dead in your tracks at the massive hangar.  Awed, you stared at the mouth of the beast with the entire Galaxy of stars just beyond it. You sobered, balking because it was so close but still felt a million light years away. 

You would never get that far.

Your eyes drifted from container to droid to trooper to ship, amazed at the macrocosm contained in this great hall and the innumerable obstacles between you and release. Tense and troubled, you scanned and scanned for some beacon, some tangible thing you could point yourself at.  

When your eyes lit upon the Night Buzzard, you nearly sunk to the floor, so relieved were you to see something familiar.

Cutting through traffic, you skimmed its perimeter carefully. This was Knights of Ren territory, and you didn’t know if you’d be welcome. Sliding your fingers along the hull, you ducked around and onto the ramp, pausing at the bottom for the two Knights there to stop you. To your shock, they allowed you to climb into the craft unmolested.

You wondered if the marks on your body served as your passport to this inner sanctum, and you tried to ignore the feeling that the Knights, that anybody, would recognize you as his.

Inside, you were overcome with a sense of profound ease, a longing slightly filled at being in something more distinct and compact than the hulking, never-ending thing that was the Supremacy. It was real and palpable.

Hugging yourself, you stepped through the littered pieces of the Knights' lives gingerly, taking great care not to disrupt anything lest you be relieved of a limb as penance. Coming upon the armory, you peeked around the entryway to find a being working at the stone table. You nearly couldn’t contain your excitement at seeing tools and weapons and bits and pieces of various projects.

This was a world you knew.

You plastered yourself to one wall and sunk down into the corner, cross-legged, to watch. This must be the weaponer for the Knights, you thought, and he worked like he could conjure all manner of destruction from chaos. You tracked him, his every gesture and decision, following his intent from tool to armor and working out the plan he seemed to be formulating.

When he noticed you, he flagrantly looked you over, lingering on the wounds at your neck and beckoning a blush at the memory that, no doubt, everyone on board the ship had heard you in the bathroom. 

He told you his name was Albrekh; but when he asked you for yours, you shook your head and touched your throat. You remembered the lesson too well.  What had been given to you wasn’t yours to share.  The two of you fell into an easy semblance of communication, pointing and nodding, and you were never so grateful for a forge, a work space.

Albrekh shared his meal with you and told you that he was the Sith alchemist and that it was he who had repaired Ren’s helmet. He was responsible for all of the armor and weapons the Knights wore and used.  Compared to his vast knowledge and skills, you felt insignificant, humble.  You were just a weaponer, a slave made useful.  He was a Weapons Master.

You spent hours in that room, listening, watching, learning. When Ren found you there, you were sitting on the floor at Albrekh’s feet, holding various tools for him as he worked, keenly observing and committing his methods to memory. You didn’t spot your ruthless ruler, leaning against the hatch with folded arms, until his omnipresent voice interrupted the calm. 

"What are you doing here?" His tone was cold, eyes dark as he scrutinized what was happening.

You jumped, having been so absorbed in this beautiful, functional world inside the too-big universe that all else had been drowned out.  Shaking your head ardently, trying to prove that you hadn't disobeyed, you lifted both hands to show him the plethora of tools and gadgets in your hands because Albrekh kept handing them to you.

“It’s time to go,” he said simply, turning away from the door and not bothering to wait to see if you would follow.

You heaved a tired sigh, carefully laying Albrekh’s tools on his stone table and pushing to your feet.  The fire that had started to burn in your eyes dulled, resignation to living in a box as an object sliding back into your chest cavity.

Ren led you from the hangar back to his blaringly-white quarters silently, and you paused just outside at the very potential of all that stupid glare. Gloved fingers wrapped around your upper arm and drew you in as the lights dimmed.

“Better?”

His voice was melodic, melting your grief. He pulled you in and molded himself flush against you, dipping his head to kiss the carnal claim he’d left on you. Anguished, you pushed at his shoulders and tried to step away, intent upon disappearing into the shower so he couldn’t see you cry.

Having none of it, Ren trapped you by throat and teeth, the way he always did, always would, and you whimpered. You closed your eyes, thick lashes sweeping down to cover the gloss. Shaking your head, you splayed both hands across his chest because he’d won. You were here. You hadn’t run.

But you couldn’t pretend that being a doll kept in the package wouldn’t hurt.

“Ask for what you want, puppet,” he nuzzled your jaw. 

You blinked up at him, training your eyes upon his ebony nimbus. Your mind replayed the last two days and how he’d demanded you be specific. You also realized that when you were specific, he’d catered to your wish in some fashion. It hadn’t always been exactly what you’d imagined, but he’d responded to every request.

“I..” You unhooked yourself from his thumb and swallowed. “I don’t want to live in a box for you, Kylo,” you whispered, praying that if you didn’t say it too loud, he wouldn’t explode.

“No?” 

His fingers tightened around your throat, punctuating his capacity to end you right here and now, and he lifted you onto your toes until you squeaked.  Clutching at his shoulders, you met his gaze and willed yourself into strength.

“No! For fuck’s sake, Kylo.” You twisted, trying to kick at his shins. “I’m not your damn doll. I’m a person, and I don’t want to spend every day trapped in this hole covered in your cum.”

His eyes flashed and dropped down to your body, roving over you even as he plundered your brain for the morning’s actions.  His mongrel snarl, as he understood you hadn’t showered him, his scent, his sex, away before you dressed ignited a vulgar blaze in you. He dropped you suddenly only to tear at the shirt he’d given you just today.

He scooped you into his arms and buried his face into your neck, a satisfied hum tickling your skin as he inhaled the mingling of your musk and his. But you pushed at him again, cussing and trying to keep your brain on track, to get away so you could maintain your discontent.

Letting you squirm free, Ren's hand punched out and shoved you so hard that you hit the floor with a yelp. Finishing his plan, he tore off your pants and shoes until you were again naked, under his fucking thumb. 

“You’re not listening, pet,” he snarled and planted his massive, heavy boot upon your chest, launching you into memories of that fateful first day.

“Ask. For. What. You. Want.”

He leaned his weight onto that long, sculpted leg, and you gaped up at him.  You would always be thunderstruck by how magnificent he was in his fury. 

Your chest and throat burned as you fought to breathe. You fisted both hands into his pants and reeled on a sob only for him to press further down into you. Your face screwed into a tormented mask, and you understood why he wore one.

“I- I want to work in the,” you paused to gulp in what little air you could, jerking under his foot, “forge. I want to work.”

He didn’t outright say no, and you clung to that fact. He wasn’t fooled with your first offering, though, and he stared down at you, calm and deliberate.

“Is that all?”

You nodded and pressed your lips into a hard line, unable or unwilling to make your mouth work. You couldn’t, would not, say the words because they were ludicrous. It was a foolish girl’s fantasy, and you wouldn’t degrade yourself further by begging for the impossible. 

Ren stood to his full height, leaning back and glaring down at you. You thrashed, horrified, because you knew he was about to stand on your chest, and there was no way you survived that without broken ribs, punctured lungs. You clawed at his calf and twisted against the blastedly smooth floor.

“FINE. ALRIGHT?” You snapped and punched at his leg. “I want you to belong to me the way you've made me belong to you."

You wailed, grieving the loss of something you never even had.

"It's stupid, and I know it, but I want you to be mine, too."

Canting his head slightly, Ren looked down at you with something you likened to annoyance. He was put off by your stupidity, and you wanted to bite that aggravating look off of his face.  Deft fingers caught your eye, though, as he unbuttoned, unbuckled, and peeled away his coat and shirt. 

You had been here before; you remembered this feeling.  You glued your stare to his face, daring yourself to hold it only there.

Even through your false front, you quaked as he dropped down onto you, straddling your hips and fencing in your head with his arms. Raven curls tumbled down around his face, framing his beauty perfectly.

“Am I not?” 

His voice was low; it was the timbre he used to bookend the bombast of his violence. Ren was about to break you, you knew it to your very sinew, the way he invariably would. This bomb would fall, not with a bang but with a whisper, and it would alter the very foundation of your existence.

“Look,” he instructed, but you shook your head, not courageous enough to stray from his eyes. He brushed your quivering mouth with his thumb and nodded, urging you on. “Look.”

You felt the exact minute all of your molecules realigned, the breath in which the universe tilted. It was a momentous shift of gravity, the collision of two supernovas. Your body vibrated, unable to contain the thunderous rush of your blood, the roar in your ears, the tingle of every nerve. Nothing would ever be the same again. No planet, no star, no nebulous, looming black moon would escape unchanged.

Circling Ren’s neck, decorating the column just as you knew they would be, were twin bite marks, flourishing maroon, blue, and purple against his perfect alabaster skin.

You had been avoiding this very fact, knowing there was no coming back from it.

The other scratches and contusions, evidence of his bloody conquest, had faded. These bruises stood in such stark contrast to the rest of him that you couldn’t formulate a single word under their heaviness. He would never let your meticulously placed collar fade. He would bite and suck and pinch at the brand as long as he kept you, too pleased with his ownership to abandon it.

And that meant he would wear the match set just as long.

“Did you think an average person could affect me so?” He murmured it at you, searching your face for the moment clarity would break over your features.

“You do belong to me,” he brushed the end of your nose with his. “You aren't a person. You are my target, my cradle, my beautiful, fractured, unbreakable animal.”

You reached up to cover his lips with both hands, shaking your head because you couldn’t hear him say such things. You’d only ever heard him call you his object, his puppet, his whore. You couldn’t allow him to break you with his furious affection, but he tugged your hands away and dipped his face down to your throat.

“And I am your weapon, your gauntlet, the test of your strength.” 

You wept, but he licked at the angry contusion, nipping at the shell of your ear. You clutched at his thighs, fingers curling against the corded muscles and trying to find any bit of slack in the fiber to which you could cling.

“I will always break you, worship you until you are bruised and bloody,” he slanted his mouth over yours and stole your breath directly from the source. “Because only you have ever been able to survive me.”

Capturing both of your hands, he planted them on the floor above your head and secured them with the Force. Trailing his kisses down from your jaw, he sucked at your collarbone and palmed both swollen breasts, rolling the stiff nipples under calloused thumbs until you whined. He hadn’t ever explored your body so thoroughly, and you shivered at the implications.

His lush lips sealed around one distended peak and you curved up into his mouth on a curse. He curled his tongue around it, flicked at the bud repeatedly, and nipped a bite into the sensitive tip. You wanted to bury your fingers into his hair, to clutch at his shoulders or arms, to make some kind of contact.

“Kylo, please.”

The aching need in your voice astounded you, but you didn’t hide it from him. He’d fractured you open so many times before, there was no sense in it. He ignored you and bit at your belly, your hip. He wrapped both great hands around your ribs and squeezed, arching you upwards so only your shoulders and hips touched the floor. His hungry gaze slid over your body, his body, and he hummed into your abdomen.

"Hush." 

Ren traveled down, covering inch by torturous inch with his lips and tongue and ending his track when he pushed your thighs apart. As he had been doing for days, he claimed the space for himself and bent down to nuzzle his lips along your thigh, digging his fingers into the delicate insides. 

You forgot to breathe. Your heart stopped beating and all feeling left your body because this was virgin territory, uncharted waters. This disguised demon, this insatiable incubus was about to steal your soul from your cunt by feasting on it. As though you would share that meal with him, you could taste it, the sense that you wouldn’t be the same after.

Ren’s mouth connected with your flesh on a ravenous growl, and you shouted his name, both surprised and shaken with wanting. He covered every sticky bit of your pussy in loud, vulgar kisses, and you struggled against the invisible bond. He bit at the puffy lips and scooped his tongue through your slick, swallowing it down on a satisfied purr.

"I waited too long to taste you, pet." 

When he set himself to lapping at your engorged clit, you abandoned all hope of getting your hands free and focused on rocking your hips up to meet his tongue and lips. Your chest heaved with labored breath, and your throat dried out entirely from moaning and shrieking. He sucked at the bundle of nerves, sending your eyes rolling back into your head.

He edged further down, burying his perfect face into your wet cunt, and you dissolved into a sobbing, begging mess. Each thrust of his tongue drew a ragged plea, and each nudge of his nose against your clit shook you to your toes.

It was beyond intimate, a claiming unlike any other he’d put upon you, and you were helpless to do anything but feel, watch, endure. Your spine rattled with frenetic need, this overwhelming urge to relinquish everything to him.

"N-no...Kylo!" 

Ren returned his punishing mouth to your clit, pushing two thick fingers into your cunt, and you were gone. You knew he would punish you for it later, but there was no stopping the orgasm that blew through your weakened defenses and detonated in your core.

It was white lightning in your brain, tectonic quakes in your hips, and a great flood sweeping away rational thought. Your thighs spread wide, toes pushing at the floor, and you arched up painfully, hips rocking and bucking as you rode the surge. In the distance, you could hear him cursing and praising you for how fucking good you looked, but it was too far away to latch onto.

You were wholly washed away in this torrent of throb and pulse and ache, and you crashed onto a sobbing shore because, when the pleasure ebbed away, you felt empty, lacking without him filling you. You didn’t realize you were still begging until his lips met yours again, shushing your pleas.

His strong hands lifted and rolled you; and in seconds, he was under you, pulling you against his massive frame and smothering your pleas with kisses that tasted like you, like him, like a mix of both. 

"Open your eyes," he hooked his thumb into your teeth, yanking you into obedience.

You fought to look and gasped. He was again framed by soft tresses, but they were yours. Your thighs hugged his sides, but your knees were against the polished floor. You finally focused on him, and you stared, awestruck at the picture he painted.

He was flushed, harsh breath forcing his broad chest up and down on a fast tempo. His pink, pillowy lips were kiss swollen, and his eyes were wild, blown with desire and demand. For all of his take, for days and days of obliteration, Ren was giving you this, giving some measure of control, giving himself.

“One more, puppet,” he urged you onward, clutching at your hips and maneuvering you into place.

You expelled a terrified breath because, for the first time since you’d been here, you didn’t know what was going to happen next. How far was he willing to let you go? Spurred on by this window of power, you reached between your legs, lined up his immense cock, and sunk down onto it before you could talk yourself out of taking what he was offering.

He hissed, tipping his head back, as your slick, still quivering pussy enveloped him. He gripped your hips tight, but he didn’t move otherwise, letting you decide where the game would go now. His body was wide, and it splayed your thighs apart enough to burn at your hip joints, but you hugged his sides tight and reveled in the feeling.

“Fuck, Kylo,” you choked, rendered breathless and stupid by the sheer fullness of it.

You couldn't move, couldn't think beyond how incredible, how powerful and complete you felt. You had wondered if there was only take in his veins, but something else, always foreboding and lurking, had risen up at your bidding. You dug your fingers into his pecs, staring down as though you could see the heart beating within.

“I’m losing my patience, pet,” he gritted the words out from behind gnashing teeth. “Move.”

The urgency in his voice drew your focus, and you nodded, rocking your hips against him and relishing the pleasured groan he rewarded you with.  You leaned forward, steadying yourself on his shoulders, and thrust against him, using this newfound leverage to bounce on his rigid cock until you shouted.

Ren wrapped both hands around your middle, holding you steady and watching his dick disappear into your body. You could see in his eyes that he was quickly losing the fight to give you the reigns; it was written all over his face how much he wanted to take control and pommel you into a drooling, empty headed wretch.

Lowering your chest to his, you mirrored his grip, knees at his hips and fingers at his sides. Capturing his mouth on a scorching kiss, you licked and sucked at his tongue until his fingernails dug into your hips. When you were sure he was seconds away from giving up this endeavor, you brushed the softest “please” against his lips and gripped the undersides of his arms.

The feral sound that tore from his throat curled your toes, and he tangled his fist into a tight mess in your hair. He clawed at one hip, using your very flesh as his handle, and pounded up into you, inundating your mouth, your throat, your clit with the Force. It slid over and into every part of you, a point well proven. 

You’d only ever had what power he’d given you. 

His raw domination pulled you under, and you succumbed fully to him, the sensations tumbling too quickly together for you to name. He was your smell, your taste, your sight, your feeling, and your body strung impossibly tight for him, eliciting a caught breath and a grunt at the constriction of your pussy. 

You floated, eyes drifting shut in flight as the endorphins inundated your body, as the Force fucked your every atom. He growled and slapped you, less vicious than on that first day but just as effective. He could follow you into that flight now, but he was still unwilling to let you go before he was ready. An angry snarl ravaged your face, but your eyes did fix upon him, nails digging into his sides.

“Look at me.”

His hips never slowed, the invisible deluge never eased, and the hunger in his eyes never wavered. He wrapped dangerous fingers around your neck,  squeezing tight to feel the drum of your pulse, and slapped you again.

“Say it,” his voice was all command now, and you were arrested to your very marrow. “Say it and mean it.”

The impact of your time in Ren’s captivity broke over you like thunder. The first taste of his skin.  The sting and crack of his belt. The taste of his weapon and the first feeling of his teeth. The spilling of your blood and the way it looked on him. Suicide, surgery, and murder. The woman in the mirror who looked at you with his eyes.

All of it coalesced into one, cohesive, singular truth.

“I’m yours, Kylo,” you supplicated, unraveling against him for a second time. “Only yours.”

Riding your submission, the orgasm hit you so strongly that you couldn’t hear, couldn’t see. There was no light, no sensation, no time. There was only Kylo, his aggressive, profane manipulation of the Force, and his relentless demand for every drop of who you were. 

In giving him exactly what he wanted, you fell headlong into what you were capable of, and the unstoppable drive of your feeling and pleasure radiated outwards, catching Ren up in its wake.

You heard him roar, felt him tighten and loosen with a shudder, tasted the heat of his kiss, but it was all so overwhelming. The world came barreling back into your every pore, and everything was too bright, too loud.  You buried your face into the very center of his chest to hide; but from who or what, you couldn’t tell.

You weren’t sure how much time passed, but Ren tapped your chin, tilting your face up until you looked at him. Carefully, he sat up and unwound you from the pillar he was and helped you stand with him. He kissed your forehead and told you to stay right there, but you doubted you’d be able to actually accomplish that feat. You were about to sit back down when he caught you about the waist and tugged you further into the room.

He led you to an obsidian column erected before the giant window looking out into the vast expanse of space. You knew that window hadn't been meant for you, but it soothed your wanderlust, the deep need you had for nature.

Tucking you into the crook of his body, Ren dropped a small, black leather bag into the palm of your hand and pulled open the tie.

Inside the basin, his intimidating helmet sat atop what could only be ashes, presiding over the dead. Your forehead furrowed in confusion. You didn’t know what this was or what you were supposed to do.  He pressed his lips to your temple, speaking quietly against the gentle heartbeat.

“The ashes of those who have fallen before me,” he offered, drawing a line in the collected soot. 

“The ashes of those who have fallen before you,” he tightened your trembling fingers around the bag. 

Ren enveloped you, wrapping the whole, immeasurable scope of himself around you, and directed your hand over the basin. His touch was battle-tender, calloused, and he threaded his fingers between yours, turning your hand slowly and pouring one into the other. 

Your knees buckled at the magnitude of the moment, but he held you firm, guiding your hand with his to dip into the ashes and mix them.

You turned to look up at him, astounded at the universe for creating such a man. He brushed his thumb across your mouth, smudging a line of ashes there. Ren licked your lips open and kissed you, soft but purposeful, sharing the taste of the conquered with you in a way you were sure he never had or would with another.

You melted into him and marveled. This was not the same man as even yesterday. He was just as cruel, just as exacting and unbending, but he was not careless or uncaring. He was no longer a dead man wearing an animated mask but a living, breathing, cataclysmic deity made flesh.

A Supreme Leader who would conquer every world just as he was meant to.

It was a new age with truly limitless possibilities. 

In 1o days, the Galaxy had been remade by a Child God and his Sacred Whore.

***

This is it, kids. I have put so very much into this story, and I am incredibly proud of it. Thanks for coming on this journey with me, and I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have. Until the next time. ;)

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Sharon’s Case

Hey guys! This fic seems to have disappeared from AQ, but thankfully, I managed to recover it - it was having a party by the gates of smutty mommy kink Shalaska hell. Enjoy!

Sharon was tossing and turning under the covers. It was almost 4 am. She should have fallen asleep by now, but nothing helped put her to sleep. She tried counting imaginary spiders, relaxing her limbs and feeling the weight of her body disappear, sinking slowly into the bed. She even attempted cuddling Cerrone, hoping that the cat’s presence will calm her down, but apparently, he was not in the mood for cuddles. He hopped off the bed with a discontented ‘meow’ after just a couple of minutes.

Sharon knew what would help her relax and let go of the thoughts that whirled around in her head. She knew the solution. But she couldn’t. Alaska forbade Sharon to touch herself while she was away on her important business trip. “Be good for me, baby,” she said before she left. “I want you to wait for Mommy, so when I get back I can reward you for being such an obedient girl. Maybe I’ll even bring you a gift.”

Sharon let out a long sigh, slowly feeling her will to resist temptation weaken and fade away as thoughts of Alaska came running through her mind. She ran her hands up her stomach and her breasts. Feeling her nipples, she realised they were already hard. As she started pinching them softly, she let her mind wander. She imagined her Lasky’s touch on her as she slid one of her hands down her thighs. If she was going to disobey, she will at least take it slow and make it worthwhile. She teased herself, pinching the skin on her thighs, kneading the soft flesh.

Sharon felt warmth spreading in her stomach, and she knew she would not be able to stop herself now. She knew she was being bad and as the blood rushed to her cheeks, she embraced the thrill of disobedience; somehow it made all this much more exciting. She turned to lean on her side, tossing the covers off her body for better access. She pushed the hem of her nightgown up to her stomach and gently scratched her way towards her ass with her nails the way Alaska so often did. She felt exposed as the air hit her naked skin and she loved it. She delivered a couple of firm slaps to her butt, moaning and putting on a show as if somebody were watching. She imagined Alaska’s eyes on her, imagined how cross she is going to be when she finds out about this. She whimpered softly and let out a quiet moan. “Mama, watch me,” she whispered as she spread herself out on the bed.

Her pussy was wet and throbbing. She slowly traced her folds, enjoying the way her body reacted to the images on her mind: Alaska standing in between her spread legs, talking down on her, asking her if she really thought she is going to give Sharon what she wanted, no, needed so badly. Sharon felt her pussy clench, and she willed herself to wait a little longer as she focused in on the desire taking over her body before she slipped a finger inside herself.

Sharon let the moans spill freely from her lips as she slowly worked herself. She wanted to go faster, she wanted to go to town immediately and rub her clit until she cried, but she held herself back. She felt a pressure on her chest as her breathing grew more erratic, her head fell backwards and her back arched as she slowly fucked herself into the mattress. The suspense felt deliciously torturous. Her thighs started trembling as her finger brushed against her G-spot every time she slid it in and out.

“Mommy, I’m so close,” she whimpered as she started touching her clit with her other hand. She spread her wetness on her fingers and wiped it all over her folds. “Please,” she begged, the words spilling from her lips almost involuntarily. As she felt her walls clenching faster and faster, she upped her pace while rubbing her clit roughly. She came yelling Alaska’s name and soon fell into a sweet, sound sleep.

***­

Alaska stepped out of her car with a concerned look on her face. Her Sharon was awfully quiet on the way home from the airport. What could possibly be wrong? She made a couple of remarks in the car, but Sharon only shook her head and avoided eye contact when she was asked. She cast her eyes down as if she were ashamed of something.

As they stepped into the elevator, Alaska decided that things cannot go on like this. She missed her wife the whole week and she had to get to the bottom of the problem. She softly put a finger under Sharon’s chin to lift her face and looked deeply into her eyes. “Sweet pea, what’s the matter?”

Sharon’s lips trembled. “Mommy,” she whispered as she tried to look away. “I… I…”

“What is it, baby?”

“I touched myself while you were away,” Sharon finally confessed in the smallest voice.

The door of the elevator opened with a ding and Alaska stormed into the apartment leaving a guilty-looking Sharon behind. Her figure reflected in the two wall mirrors of the elevator, and it looked as if infinite Sharons were standing there, eyes carefully studying the metallic floor.

“Come inside,” Alaska gestured finally, turning her back to Sharon. She locked the door and started walking up and down in the kitchen placing and replacing random objects in a not so gentle manner. Sharon sat down on a barstool, but squirmed uncomfortably. “Mommy…” she tried quietly. When she got no response, she tried again. “Mommy, I am so sorry.”

Alaska slowly turned around, leaning on the counter behind her. “Sharon, I only asked one thing of you when I left, is that right?”

“Yes, Mommy.” Sharon said, flushing with embarrassment. She felt that she was getting wet, and she knew Alaska could tell how flustered she was by the way she was looking at her.

“What did I tell you?” Alaska asked in a stern voice.

“Not to touch myself. To be a good girl and wait until you come home.”

“That’s right, baby. And you disobeyed my orders.” Alaska was merciless. She always spotted when Sharon misbehaved, and she always made her tell.

“Did you put your fingers inside your little pussy?”

Sharon hung her head in shame. “Yes.”

Alaska looked very disappointed. “Did you cum?”

Sharon blushed even deeper. If Alaska keeps interrogating her in this manner, her dress is going to get soaked entirely. “Yes, Mommy. I’m so sorry.”

Alaska drew in a sharp breath. “You’ve been so very bad, baby. You know what happens to bad baby girls?”

“They-they get punished.” Sharon stuttered, unable to tell embarrassment from arousal anymore.

“Ask me.”

“W-what?” Sharon looked at Alaska in disbelief.

“You heard me, doll. Ask for it. Or I won’t know that you want to be forgiven,” Alaska explained, looking almost disinterested.

“Please, Mommy.” Sharon whispered, nearly choking on her own words. “Punish me.”

Alaska pushed herself up from where she was leaning on the counter and neared Sharon. She looked very serious, and Sharon had to clench her thighs together because of the sight in front of her. Alaska looked so hot when she was mad she made her mouth water. Sharon swallowed painfully. Her pupils were so dilated her blue iris almost disappeared, and this was not lost on Alaska.

“I didn’t hear you, doll. What did you say?”

“Mommy, please, I need you to punish me, I was such a bad girl. I need you to teach me a lesson, please…” Sharon babbled.

“Alright, then. Strip,” Alaska ordered, watching her wife expectantly.

Sharon stood up, eager to please. She kicked off her heels and slipped down the zipper of her leather jacket. Underneath, she was only wearing a short, nude dress that hugged her curves tightly. She hastily discarded it onto the floor, rendering herself completely naked and vulnerable under Alaska’s gaze. Through the great windows, sunlight spilled inside the room, and Sharon winced from the sudden exposure.

Alaska looked her up and down. It felt like she was studying her body, looking for marks betraying Sharon’s misbehaviour. Finally, she tsked and shook her head in disapproval. “Lean across the counter, doll, hands above your head.”

Sharon did as she was told, and soon she felt Alaska’s nails digging into her ass. “I need you to ask for every strike, baby. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mommy. Please, spank me,” Sharon almost whined. She thought she was going to die of embarrassment right there, but when Alaska’s hand landed on her ass, her walls clenched violently. She repeated her words once, twice, who knows, how many times, until her cheeks were bright red and her juices were dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. Sharon did not dare ask to be touched where she wanted it the most, but she craved the stimulation so desperately, she begged over and over again for Alaska’s hand to come down hard on her bottom.

After the last, faint “please, Mommy,” the awaited blow did not come. For a short while, Sharon felt nothing but the intense pulsing at the place where Alaska’s hand landed just moments ago.

“I think you have had enough, baby girl”, Alaska said as she caressed Sharon’s ass gently. Sharon jumped from the unexpected touch but soon relaxed into Alaska’s hands. “I am not done with you yet, though. Wait for me in the bedroom, baby.”

Sharon stood up, her knees a little wobbly, and made her way into the bedroom. She sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and waited for Alaska to enter.

When she finally did, her hands weren’t empty. In them, she held what must have been the belt of one of Sharon’s silk robes that Alaska bought for her. “I am going to tie you up, baby,” she announced in a calm voice. “Now, this rope is not very strong, so I need you to do what you have so disappointingly failed at while I was away: behave and control yourself. Lie on your back for me, darling, hands against the headboard.”

Sharon obeyed wordlessly. She was not sure she would be able to utter a word even if she was asked; her life was flashing right before her eyes.

Alaska climbed next to her and secured her hands to the bars. She gently petted Sharon’s hair, brushing the curls away from her face to get a nice view for later. She slid her fingers down Sharon’s cheek and put three into Sharon’s mouth. “Be careful, baby,” she warned Sharon. “If you try to get free to touch me or yourself, you are going to be in even bigger trouble than what you already got yourself into.”

Sharon whined around Alaska’s fingers, but nodded in agreement. She wanted to touch Alaska so bad, she missed her so much… but she has been bad, and she only has herself to blame for this. She’ll take what she can get, she decided, as she sucked on Alaska’s fingers.

She felt her wife’s nails tracing her sides, down to her hips and her inner thighs. “Did you touch yourself like this, baby?” Alaska asked, scorn in her voice.

“Yes, Mommy. I was so wet. I was thinking of you, I imagined you watching me,” Sharon confessed. “I missed you so much and I couldn’t” –

Suddenly Alaska lowered herself to suck roughly on her nipple. “This has you shut up, babydoll, hasn’t it? Did you imagine Mommy doing this to you?”

“Y-yes,” Sharon gasped as Alaska suddenly bit down on the nipple she was licking. “This feels so good, Mommy, please” –

“Please, what, baby?”

“Please, touch my pussy,” she pleaded desperately, squirming under Alaska’s gaze.

“Do you think you deserve to be touched? After being so bad?” Alaska straightened up a bit and dug her thumbs into Sharon’s soft hips to punctuate her words. “Not listening to Mommy, even though you knew the consequences?”

Sharon averted her gaze, trying to escape Alaska’s strict glare that made her feel like she stared right into her soul. “No, Mommy,” she whispered finally.

Alaska looked down at Sharon, eyeing her thoughtfully. “I must admit baby, I missed you even if you misbehaved. Maybe you can make it up to me somehow.”

“Please, I will do anything, I promise,” Sharon begged. “I will be so good for you, Mama.”

Alaska smirked and swiftly pulled down her pencil skirt and panties. She positioned herself on top of Sharon, lowering herself on her face. “Be careful now, baby girl. You can only use your tongue, or I will not put a single finger in your little pussy.”

Sharon felt her opening clench at the dirty words. “Use me, Mommy,” she begged before Alaska sunk down on her face entirely. She licked a long stripe up between Alaska’s folds, making Alaska moan on top of her. She repeated her motions swiftly, letting Alaska’s walls open up for her every time before pulling out of her to circle around her clit. It did not take long until Sharon’s face was covered in Alaska’s juices, and her wife’s cries echoed across the room. After Alaska came, Sharon licked her until her pussy was clean. Alaska lifted herself off Sharon with a sigh, and for the first time since the airport she cupped her face with her hands and kissed her.

Alaska’s kiss was long and dirty. She practically fucked into Sharon’s mouth with her tongue, and Sharon felt the throbbing in her lower stomach intensify at the sensation. Her pussy clenched again, so ready for Alaska’s fingers. She spread her legs in anticipation and tried to buckle up against Alaska’s thighs, but once again, she felt Alaska’s fingers pinning her down by her hips. She let a small whine escape her lips as she looked up to her wife with pleading eyes. “Lasky… Mommy… I want you so bad.”

“It is okay, angel, you have been very patient. You only have to wait a little longer, I promise.”

Sharon relaxed and leaned back into the bed with a small sigh. Alaska petted her thighs gently, drawing soothing circles into Sharon’s skin. “I thought that you’d be a good girl while I was gone,” she remarked. She was shaking her head, but her words lost most of their previous sharpness. “And I bought you something pretty, babydoll. Do you want to see?”

Sharon’s eyes lit up with hope. “Yes, Mommy.”

Alaska stood up and walked out the room. When she returned, she held a small red box in her hand. “Do you want to open your present, darling?”

Sharon nodded feverously. Alaska untied her hands, and gave her the gift, planting a small kiss on Sharon’s forehead in the process.

Inside the box, there was a long double-ended toy. Its middle looked like some cable made of a silicone-like material that was easy to bend, while its two ends widened into a bulbous shape. When Sharon’s thumb pressed against the ‘on’ button, the toy started buzzing quietly. Sharon let out a small “oh,” and wordlessly handed the toy to her wife.

Alaska smirked. “You’ll have to say something, baby, unless you want me to use this alone. Tell me what you want me to do with this.”

“I’d like to be fucked, Mama. Please,” Sharon breathed and hid her face in the blouse Alaska was still wearing for some inexplicable reason. She inhaled her sweet, flowery perfume, and something that could only be described as the scent of sun and dust from the streets of LA. Alaska held Sharon’s face for a minute, kissing her deeply, then pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

“May I touch you now, Mommy?” Sharon asked.

“Yes, doll, you may.”

Sharon’s hands started roaming on Alaska’s body, tugging on the collar of her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it and sliding it down her shoulders. When her lacy white bra dropped to the floor to be forgotten immediately, Sharon took one of Alaska’s nipples in her mouth, licking and sucking it gently. Alaska moaned deeply, and Sharon felt a fingertip teasing her entrance, finally pushing inside her. She whined around Alaska’s nipple and spread herself more, inviting another finger.

“You are being so good, baby,” Alaska praised as she started stretching Sharon with two fingers. “I have almost forgiven you.” The tone of Alaska’s voice was sweet enough, but the subtle threat in the word “almost” did not escape Sharon. She whimpered aloud at the prospect of Alaska fucking her mercilessly out of spite and started rocking down on Alaska’s fingers in a silent plea for more.

Alaska’s fingers slid out of her, but as soon as they were gone, Sharon felt one end of the toy tracing her folds, collecting her wetness. Alaska held Sharon’s trembling thighs down with one hand, caressing them as she slowly pushed into her. Sharon let out a loud, slutty moan as she felt the toy being enveloped inside her warmth, its movement completely controlled by Alaska. She raised her legs and flung them around Alaska’s waist.

Alaska kissed her stomach as she turned the vibrator on at the lowest speed. Sharon drew in a deep breath and clenched her thighs around Alaska more tightly, willing her to give her more. “You are so wet, baby,” murmured Alaska into Sharon’s belly, turning the speed up. “So pathetically wet and horny for me.”

Sharon threw her head back into the pillows, unable to form any words. Tears started gathering in her eyes from being teased for so long. Her hips tried to buckle up to chase the feeling, but Alaska held her down as she started sliding the toy in and out of Sharon’s opening. She planted kisses on her baby’s stomach, tracing her soft hips and her abdomen, going lower and lower, finally sinking down between her legs.

When she started sucking on Sharon’s clit in sync with the movement of the toy, Sharon yelled out brokenly. “Are you ready to cum for me, baby?” Alaska asked. Sharon nodded silently, tears streaming down her face. Alaska turned the vibe to its highest setting and fucked into Sharon until her broken cries ceased and her thighs stopped trembling.

Kissing Sharon’s clit one last time, Alaska gathered up Sharon’s cum with her fingers. “See what a good, obedient girl you were for me, baby,” she said, petting her wife’s thighs and slipping the wet fingers into her mouth. As Sharon sucked on them, she presented a perfect picture of submission.

In her post-orgasmic haze, she barely noticed Alaska sliding two fingers into herself, soon to be followed by the other side of the red toy. She only realised what Alaska’s actions meant when her wife climbed on top of her, straddling her hips and pressing up the toy that has just been inside her barely minutes ago against her folds. “Mommy?” She gasped in disbelief.

Alaska switched the toy on again, moaning loudly as she felt it buzzing against her walls, hitting her sweet spot as she started moving on top of Sharon, scratching her thigh lightly with her free hand. She carefully slid one of her legs under Sharon’s other thigh so she could rub herself against Sharon’s folds, the toy vibrating between them. Their moans mingled together as they moved in tandem.

“Mommy, I’m close again,” Sharon sighed, her head falling back. Alaska took her hand and upped the speed, pulling Sharon up and pressing their bodies together. “Cum with me, babydoll,” she whispered into Sharon’s ear, kissing and sucking on her neck, hitting the spot where she knew Sharon was the most sensitive. They came together, shuddering heavily and feeling each other’s pleasure.

As soon as they settled down, Sharon curled into her Lasky’s lap, resting her head in the crook of her neck. “I am so glad you are home, Mama,” she told her as she hugged her tightly. Alaska smiled into Sharon’s hair and kissed the top of her head lovingly. “Me too, my beautiful girl. Me too.”