#ripping away their connections so their alone and needy and begging

[astracora]

man i want mc to have a chance to put a knife in caleb. to fight and draw blood and get angry and furious. to claw and scratch and struggle, and he returns it.

i want them to try to kill each other, and i want it to be messy and broken and torn up.

[scaredyspooks]

Training.

Chapter 8 of Neighbours. (Stalker!König x reader)

AO3 (Chapter also below cut-off ♡)

CW: voyeurism, masturbation.

Tags: @backseatsoldier @lostintransist

The dishes from breakfast are still sitting, half empty, on the coffee table. The ring from his mug is bound to be permanently stained into the wood grain by now. A mostly full bag of rubbish waits by the door, meant to have been taken down hours ago. And the giant is nowhere to be seen. The worm of a man is tucked away, small, condensed, folded down and down to fit under the floor, like he’s practicing for when he crawls inside your ribs to become a part of you. To make you a part of him. He’s been watching for nine hours. Nine hours of frustration, of lust, of adoration, of need, of hatred. You did nothing today. You sat, and you scrolled, and you typed away on your phone. You wasted the day, and in doing so you made him waste his as well. He should punish you for that alone. You haven’t earned his forgiveness yet.

The sun has gone down, he can tell from the darkness invading your sanctuary, as if his own gaze is slowly permeating the pores of your cheap, plasterboard walls. You get up, you walk to your bedroom, his favorite show has ended for the day. Reluctantly, and with an aching creak of his joints, König pulls himself out of his floor, having to lay out flat on top of it in an effort to realign his sore back. He stretches his arms high above his head, eyes open and staring at the ceiling. Perhaps if you’d just look up, you’d see him. See the glint of his eye as it watches you. If you saw him, would you be afraid? Would you even guess it was him? The thought makes him shiver. He can’t tell if it’s nerves, or anticipation. The thrill of getting caught. An undercover mission failed as he finally gets to shed the façade and bare his teeth.

After each vertebrae in his spine cracks back into its proper place, he heaves himself up from the floor, joining you in your routine as he stumbles to his own bedroom, rubbing at his hip as it protests his activities of the day.

As he enters his room, the sweetest melody of all reaches his ears. Low, breathy, constant, accompanied by an electronic hum. His ungrateful Feldmaus is… Indulging. Well, that must mean he can indulge as well, after all you’re nothing now. Not until you prove him wrong. A challenge you don’t even know he’s set you.

He’s listening, and gods above it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever heard. His cock is jumping at every needy little sound you breathe out of those gorgeous lips, he can’t help imagining what you must be doing. How you must be punishing yourself. Maybe there’s another hole in here. Maybe he can make one. Maybe it’s worth the risk of being caught, just to see what you’re doing, what’s making you spill such sweet noises for him.

Perhaps he can be greedy. Perhaps he will be lucky. Thick fingers dip and dig, hooking under the edge of the carpet and slowly ripping, the staples connecting the rough fabric to the wooden boards creaking their way out, teasing him with how their little burrows grip them, threatening to announce his presence. Ah, you wouldn’t hear it. You’re being far too loud down there.

Gradually, he pulls it up, finding yet more shoddily covered insulation space. Thank the gods for the landlord special. He squeezes down, quieter than he’s ever managed to before, and he could cry with joy as he finds a hole around one of your light fixtures, giving him a perfect view of-

Oh Gott…

His heart is racing, thumping and beating at the inside of his rib cage, trying to force its way out so it can throw itself down into your arms, where it truly belongs.

He has to bite back a strangled groan when he sees the state of you in the throes of self-administered pleasure. Your perfect, angelic form, kneeling in prayer atop your mattress, and in this position he is your god. Your head is thrown back, lips parted, eyebrows arched as if begging for his glorious mercy, your eyes thankfully closed. One hand palming at the soft mound over your heart, the other holding the tool of your worship, whirring and purring against the apex of your thighs.

But no, there’s another tool, he can barely make it out where you have it trapped between your thighs and the ever-growing damp patch on your bedding, but whatever it is it’s thick. Hellishly thick. And then he notices the curves. The circular embellishments. Suckers. Dear god, his perfect little field mouse is fucking herself with an over-sized tentacle dildo. He can���t take his eyes off you, can’t stop his gaze from darting and sweeping over the different details of everything you’re doing. It’s almost overstimulating. No, it is overstimulating. Your moans, your whimpers, the steadily changing pitch of the wand as you press it harder and harder against your aching clit, the sound of that knotted toy popping in and out of your sopping, stretched hole, the sight of the sweet tears streaming from the corners of your eyes; diamonds sparkling in the light, the trail of drool running down your chin, dripping down the valley of your breasts, god your breasts; the way they’re bouncing, taunting him. His own mouth is watering. The flutter of your eyelashes, the crescent moons printed into your soft flesh from where you just can’t stop squeezing and pulling at yourself. Are you imagining his hands? You could have his hands. He would touch you, he would give them to you, he would leave them with you if you only asked. If you only showed that you wanted them, wanted him. You would use them for far more important tasks.

What does he need them for? Cooking, cleaning, bathing, building? He can learn to do those things without them, he would be honored to, if it meant watching you use them for this delicious purpose. He knows he’s being fucking insane. While one side of his mind fantasizes about you somehow using his severed hands to grope yours, the other side is spiraling, screaming, asking how Kilgore König became reduced to this. This disgusting, perverse, degenerate, self-destructive little earwig.

The pervert wins the battle.

In a second, his fist is buried in the tight fabric of his pants, his pre-cum slicked cock slipping through the too-tight hole he gives it, trying to emulate what he’s sure you must feel like. Why else would you be stretching yourself for him? What other reason could you possibly have for spearing yourself on something so large, so grotesque, unless you’re trying to train yourself to take him. Oh, that adds a dangerous inflation to his ego, even if deep down he knows he’s being delusional. He could make you feel even better than that thing, though. He knows it. You know it too.

His other hand is up at his jaw, his knuckles trapped between his teeth, as he tries desperately muffle his grunts, eyes wide and staring, scared to even blink in case he misses a single second of… you. Gods, you. You, you, you. He could cry, he thinks he might be, he can’t tell anymore. What’s sweat, what’s tears, when it’s all just salt in the wound of his overwhelming need for you?

You’re getting faster, no longer easing up and down with a pained, silent whine, but bouncing, mouth hanging open, the hand not holding your wand now braced in front of you on the mattress, like a bitch in heat sitting pretty for him. Moving so fast, god that means you’re taking it… You can take him… Fuck, the thought has his drool dampening the rafters of your ceiling. You, putting yourself through the hot ache of stretching yourself, opening the gates of your sweet, needy heaven for him, just for him. Just for him. Nur für ihn. Du gehörst ihm. Du gehörst ihm.

If this is your plan, if this is your gift, to rectify your cruel rejection of him, perhaps… Perhaps he can find it within his generous heart to forgive you. To give you another chance. Perhaps he can tolerate you being a whore, if you’re his whore.

Seine Hure.

As if on cue, your body slumps forward, shoulders crashing into the sheets, cheek pressed into the plush down of your pillows, giving him the perfect view of your ass bouncing desperately over your toy. He just knows your pillow’s already damp with the drool pouring from your lips, dry from the heavy breaths that have been rolling past them for the last hour. The way the plump rounds of your rear lead down into the tantalizing curve of your spine, it’s like a heart beating below him in rhythm with your thrusts, a locust beating its wings. Thinking of you as his end, it shockingly speeds him towards a different end, and he has more questions to puzzle over whenever his mind isn’t a fuzz of lust and need.

The crescendo of your symphony answers his earlier question. He feels it running down his cheek, tickling its way down into his beard. He’s crying. But who could blame him? Perfection embodied below him, sobbed moans, beautiful whines and whimpers filling his ears.

You collapse against the bed, body trembling, chest heaving, as you roll onto your back. He can’t bring himself to worry that you’ll see him, he doesn’t care anymore, he’s so fucking close, it almost hurts. He’s surprised he doesn’t taste copper from how hard he’s biting his knuckles.

The sight that breaks him is the bulge of your toy slowly disappearing as you pull it free from your tight heat with a flood of arousal and a soft, wet pop. It’s so lewd, so graphic, so juxtaposed to how he thought he saw you until now and the quietest whimper he can allow himself to make escapes him, his balls tightening as his cock finally pulses in his tight fist, red, angry, and bruised as he paints the inside of his boxers, panting and shaking, his eyes wide in horror at the realization that he’s never felt it like that before.

[enid-rhees]

you’re mine | enid rhee x fem!reader

summary: enid gets jealous when tara gets a little too close to you. when she finally gets you alone, she reminds you who you belong to.

genre: smut. minors dni.

story contains: jealous sex, dom!Enid. slight possessive!Enid, fingering & eating out (reader receiving), slight overstimulation.

A/N: requests are open! read pinned if you’d like to request :) quick clarification that this is in no way hate to Tara. she is literally one of my favs EVER i would never do anything to bash on her.

she hated it. Enid hated the way Tara was constantly laughing with you and nudging your shoulder every time she did. she knew you meant no harm with it, but she couldn’t help but feel jealous. it was eating her up inside.

it felt as time was going by slow on purpose, torturing her with having to watch you and Tara laugh and joke with each other on the watch tower.

“Enid,” Maggie spoke, breaking her out of her trance. “can you help me fill these baskets with vegetables? most of them finally finished growing.”

“yeah, of course.” she spoke, taking one of the baskets out of Maggie’s hands. they walked over to the still-growing area of vegetables they had been growing for weeks.

as Enid pulled the food out of the ground and dropped it in the basket, she turned around, watching you and Tara again. just when she did, Tara pulled you into her side, giving you a small side hug.

Enid couldn’t describe what she felt in that moment, it was a mix of jealousy and anger, but in a different way. she took a deep breath, turning back around and filling the basket up until there was nothing left in the ground.

“thank you, Enid. i really appreciate it.” Maggie smiled. “always here to help.” she said, smiling back.

when they both stood back up, you and Tara started to walk down the steps from the watch tower as well. Enid ran over to them, pulling you into an unexpected hug.

you stumbled back, and you laughed at her excitement. before you could say anything to Enid, Enid kissed you hard. she gripped your waist, keeping you against her completely. a surprised moan left your lips.

Enid pulled away, leaving you breathless with swollen lips. “come with me.” Enid said, taking your hand and pulling you towards the building. a word wasn’t spoken between the two of you as she led you up to your bedroom.

when they made it in, Enid locked the door. she walked back over to you, holding onto your jaw so you could look up at her. “what’s gotten into you, Enid?” you asked, although you weren’t complaining at all.

Enid huffed, “couldn’t stand watching Tara be all over you like that.” you smirked at her, “you’re jealous?”

“yeah. i am. and i’m gonna remind you that you’re mine. not hers.” she said, and connected your lips in a harsh kiss. in a few swift movements, she managed to push you down onto the bed and rip your clothes off.

she spread your legs apart, grinning at how wet you already were. “i’m gonna make sure Tara knows that you’re mine. i will have you screaming until everyone that lives here knows that you’ll always be mine, and no one else’s.”

the sentence alone made you let out a needy moan. Enid crawled over you and started to litter your neck in marks, making sure everyone would be able to see them on display. you clenched around nothing, your hand digging into her hair as she continued to leave marks down the valley of your breasts.

she didn’t leave them unpainted either. her lips attached to your nipple, licking over the sensitive marks. the sensation causing you to whine endlessly.

“Enid,” you whined. “need you… to touch me.” you said breathlessly. “please, Enid. i need you.”

she smirked, “why should i?”

“please!” you whined impatiently, the feeling between your legs growing more and more. “touch me, please.”

Enid slowly moved down your body, positioning her face right in front of your swollen clit. “the way i didn’t even ask you to beg. you’re just so fucking needy, yeah?”

she brushed her thumb over your clit, watching the way your body jolted at the light touch. Enid took hold of your thighs and didn’t waste a second digging her tongue into you. a scream left your lips at the sudden pleasure.

her tongue thrusted in and out of you, and then she started to rub your clit with her thumb at an impossible speed. your hands gripped the bedsheets.

your hips started to thrust up against her mouth, looking for more friction, but Enid grabbed onto your hips and pushed them down, sinking her tongue further into you. high pitched moans and whines began to fill the room.

Enid pulled away, licking her lips with a satisfied moan afterwards. “tell me, pretty girl. who’s are you?”

“yours.” you said without a second wasted. “you, Enid. it will always be you.”

she smiled, “good girl.” and went back into you, latching her lips onto your clit. you gasped, head falling onto the pillow with a thump. your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head at the overwhelming pleasure.

a deep feeling started to form inside, you were close. your breathing became erratic, “Enid, Enid… i’m close.” you panted.

if it were possible, she sucked harder, now plunging three fingers deep inside of you. your back arched off the bed as you screamed, your orgasm hitting your entire body like a wave. she continued her movements, ignoring your whines and squirming. you were so sensitive, and she loved it. your fucked out moans graced her ears.

Enid pulled off you, smiling over at you. you breathed heavily on the bed, still trying to catch your breath. she gently made her way over to you, holding you in her arms.

“are you okay?” she whispered. you nodded, pressing a weak kiss to her jaw. “was it okay? was i too much?”

“no.” you shook your head, “it was perfect. you were perfect.” you told her. she connected your lips softly, rubbing soft circles into your hips.

“i’m yours. forever.” you whispered. “but if you continue to do this when you’re jealous, i might have to start talking to Tara more.”

Enid’s jaw dropped as she stared at you with disbelief. “oh, so you just wanna be a brat now.” you giggled as she hovered over you again, leaning close to your lips. “yeah, but i’m your brat.”

[wonjns]

comfy - l.jn drabble

♡ lee jeno x male reader // nsfw

the hardest part of your day was waiting for jeno to get home.

you couldn’t stand it, how needy you were for him. the idol had an effect over you that you couldn’t explain, the older male invading a territory of want in your heart no one else had been able to access. swiping through pictures, videos, and snaps of your boyfriend while he was away at practice all day only had you throbbing in your boxers at the mere thought of when you could finally get your hands on him.

the blaring tv before you did little to distract you from your pitiful state. you had no idea what made him so special, but you were simply a starved man that only the luscious lips of lee jeno could satiate.

so it was no shocker that as soon as he stepped through the door of your place that your seat on the couch was vacated and you were all over him. the poor boy could only manage a “babe, i’m home-” before your hungry hands lowered his jaw to connect your lips.

so it was no shocker that as soon as he stepped through the door of your place that your seat on the couch was vacated and you were all over him. the poor boy could only manage a “babe, i’m home-” before your hungry hands lowered his jaw to connect your lips.

sighs of contentment escaped the both of you as you sat with plush mouths drinking each other in, his large hands running up and down your sides. your hands journeyed their way around his waist, feeling his sleeveless shirt cling to his firm torso through a thin sheen of sweat acquired from practice.

“fuck, i’ve missed you.” you could only mutter through kisses as jeno backed you up to the very couch you were sat on for hours prior.

jeno giggled at your needy tone as you both sat down, not wasting another second in reattaching your lips. his tongue slipped into your mouth meeting no resistance, a low groan ripping from your throat. he tasted amazing, as always, and it only caused more arousal to pool in your core, a boner rising to prominence under your shorts.

you moaned into his mouth louder as the kisses intensified, overwhelming you with pleasure from his tongue alone. your fingers raked through his hair before sliding down to grab onto his shoulders, the roundness of his toned muscles feeling like heaven under your palms. your hold slid down to feel his biceps, before snaking back up and sliding underneath the sleeveless holes of his shirt to glide along his back.

it was jeno’s turn to moan into your open-mouthed kiss, leaning more of his body weight on you as your touch invaded beneath his shirt and rose goosebumps among his smooth skin. jeno blindly reached his arm towards the coffee table to fumble around for the remote, never disconnecting your lips while he flicked the tv off, opting to hear the sounds of your makeout. it turned him on so much more.

“my cutie boy.” he teased leaning back as you desperately scrambled into his lap. you didn’t even have it in you to cringe like you usually would at the pet name before you were reattached like magnets, him happily swallowing your whimper as you ground your bulges together.

“please,” you practically begged for no reason in between the fury of sloppy kisses. jeno smirked against your lips before his delicate but strong hands grabbed hold of your thighs underneath both seams of your shorts, pushing you onto your back on the couch cushions.

within seconds both of your bottoms were discarded and his larger than average length had entered you at a slow pace, causing your eyes to roll back from the taxing but pleasurable stretch. the fire in the pit of your stomach that roared jeno’s name felt a satisfied sizzle as he rocked his hips gently but deliciously in and out of you. he smiled down at your already fucked out expression before planting an assault of pillowy kisses along your neck and collarbone, his talented tongue making another appearance to ease the steam of your hot skin.

you held on to jeno tightly, thankful for his presence and the love he showed you. with your legs clinging to his long torso and head thrown back in a daze, you could never think of a comfier position than this.

© 𝐟𝐥𝐰𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐢 — all rights reserved

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Hello, my dears! This request came from my Ao3 account after my Alcina mirror sex fic posted. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it  😏🤤 - noooooo please don't leave it there i need to see alcina lose control with that big strap this was so hot 🥵    

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The refreshed feeling of cool mahogany against your feverish skin, the deep heat that seemed to roll off of Alcina’s body in sweeping waves, the words that now spun unhindered through your bliss hazed mind.. ‘Be a good pet, and brace yourself’’. And god, how badly you wanted to show her just how good you could be. How well you could submit. How desperately you wanted her to destroy you - ripping that safeword straight from your breathless lips. 

Alcina’s heady pheromones swiftly enveloping you - intoxicatingly indulgent - the full length of her leaned over the back of you, casting your body in a deep shadow. You could feel her warm breath ghosting over your neck and shoulders as she leaned in a little closer, sending a prompt shiver down your spine. 

“Such an intoxicating pet you are.” She murmured, placing a soft kiss to the base of your neck. “The things that you entice me to do.” 

You let out a strangled moan as she followed her sweet kisses with the unmistakable sharpness of her teeth. Alcina’s strap still stationary inside you - buried deep within your aching core. And it took everything in you not to buck your hips back into her out of pure desperation. Even if the thought of her punishing you made your whole body fill with heat, fill the uttermost need. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than for her to completely demolish you - to wholly wreck you - stopping herself just short of ripping you apart. 

You shivered as her warm breath skated across your back and shoulder blades. The length of her tongue exploring the base of your neck before finally finding your ear. 

“And so delicious, too.” She whispered. 

“Ah-! Please, my lady.” 

“And so sweet.”

She punctuated her praise with an absolutely indulgent thrust, forcing you to cry out. 

“So obedient.”

Another as she nipped at your soft skin. 

“So perfect.”

Fireworks building behind your eyes as your deeply flushed face fell flat against the vanity. Each praised filled thrust causing an immense and unyielding heat to spill over you. She was meticulous in her movements, as she was with everything in life - a woman in control - slow, teasing you, but always hitting exactly where you needed it. . 

“Mmph… th-thank you, my Lady.” 

“Ah, but shouldn’t I be the one thanking you, my pet?”

She purred softly against the soft skin of your neck before licking over it - relishing in the deep shudder that spilled across you. 

“For.. for what, my Lady?”

“Why, for being so utterly divine, my pet.” 

You whimpered again at her praise, at the feeling of her strap filling you so completely - over and over again - as if she moved her hips to some unknown rhythm. Your fingernails clawing deeper into the smooth mahogany beneath you with each masterful thrust that she gave you. Moaning louder as the width of her hands found your hips, driving your backside firmly into her.

“No coming without my permission, pet.” 

Alcina’s words alone were enough to compel the relentless fire in your core to ignite even further, willing a most delicious whimper to slip past your lips. 

“Y-yes, my Lady.”

“And keep your eyes on me.”

“Mmph, fuck.. Yes, my Lady.” 

Your voice was breathless - barely above a whisper as you did your best to return your gaze back to the mirror in front of you.

“That’s a good pet. Watch mommy as she wrecks you.” 

The sultry tones to her voice, the slight growl that lay dormant just beneath, murmured huskily into your overly flushed skin. The soft skin of your cheeks - the fine lines of your face - every singular detail of your body steadily becoming blurred by the fierce blush that moved unhindered across it. The feeling of her large frame against your backside as her calculated thrusts remained at an achingly slow pace. Each one forcing juices to drip deliciously down your  heated thighs. Her large hands encasing your hips and up to your sides, holding up your body like a lifeline. Half lidded eyes locked onto golden embers as the sheer power of Alcina continued to completely unravel you - slow and steady - a keen smirk curling across her devious lips as her fingers began to roam.  

“That’s it, my pet. You are doing so well.” 

A shudder of a breath, an absolute desperate moan cutting through the cool night air as the imposing girth of her fingers found your clit, circling it slowly. Her other hand at the small of your back, giving herself complete control of every movement you made. Quickening the pace of your hips - large, generous circles over your clit - willing you to cry out for her even more. Forcing you to whimper - to claw, shake, tremble with absolute need for more - for release. For anything that your Lady was willing to give you. Feeling your hips jerk into her as your peak became closer and closer to the edge. 

“Ah.. mmh.. fuck.. I’m .. I’m close, my lady.” 

A spin to your surroundings as the deep seated pleasure swiftly dropped from your body just as quickly as the warmth of Alcina’s fingers left your clit. Her strap completely still - teasing inside you - so desperate for release that you could feel your heartbeat clench  around it. 

‘Mmh.. such a good pet.” 

She stroked over your hair affectionately, bringing a small kiss to your shoulder before nipping at it. Each mark that decorated your body connected like a singular lay line to her heart. Thumping loudly with each soft kiss that she gifted over them. 

“Please… please, my lady..” 

Sometimes you hated how weak she made you, how completely desperate she could get you to be - but in retrospect, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

She chuckled, pushing cool breath across your heated skin, “Always so needy for your Lady, hm?”

“Mmph-!” 

The sound that left your lips was one of pure desire - of utter need. Wanting her to take your body as it was - to do everything that she had ever fantasized about - ever dreamed about. You squirmed against her without a moment of a thought, bucking your hips back as the need between your legs turned into a frenzied ache.. Swallowing hard as you watched the dangerous glint sweep over her eyes. 

“Now, now… be patient, pet. You’ve been doing so well.”

She nipped at your shoulder blade hard, drawing beads of crimson swiftly into her eager mouth. Sucking indulgently as the width of her finger pressed firmly against your clit.. An exquisitely intoxicating mix of sensations as she put the trio into steady motion. Her experienced mouth drinking from you as if you were her last and final meal. Her finger generous against you as she circled it steadily over your aching clit. The strap that could easily destroy you, delivering nothing but the most delicious thrusts as she matched the three in perfect rhythm. 

“Fuck.. I’m... “ 

“Always so vulgar.” 

It was barely a murmur against feverish skin - a mutter of a whisper - as Alcina’s masterful hips quickened their pace. The width of her spilling over the back of you as she brought you to the edge of pleasure and back again. Denying you time and time again. Chuckling at every curse that slipped past your lips, smirking at every whimper and moan. Half lidded eyes locked onto hers as you obediently held her gaze. 

 “I can smell how desperate for release you are, my pet.” 

A deep thrust to your swollen core, pulling an utterly desperate moan from your lips. 

“Ah-! Please.. “

“Tell me badly you want it, pet. Use your words.” 

“I need it.. ah.. so badly.. please.. Alcina…”

Her name skipped through your haze filled mind like a fever dream. Echoing against the strumming of your own heartbeat. The only thing able to cut through it was the deep and guttural growl that compelled itself out of Alcina’s body. Suns dissolving into slivers - a total eclipse of her eyes - dilating fully as large fingers wrapped firmly in your hair, pulling you straight back with an unyielding force. The length of you flush against her, every cell in your being set ablaze as she held your body in place. A sneer like smirk, a flutter of her eyelashes as Alcina swiftly brought her mouth to the crook of your neck, sinking the sharpness of her teeth deep into your soft skin. Growling louder as you moaned. Swift euphoria sweeping over you like a tidal wave - a current - an exquisite undertow as she pulled the crimson straight from your heated flesh - panting slightly as she pulled away.

“How easily I could drink you dry, pet. How quickly I could leave your body lifeless, right where you stand.” 

She brought her teeth back into you harder this time, earning a sharp yelp to force its way  past your lips. The width of her hands moving quickly - one to your throat and the other to your hips. A sublime heat as the sharp sting of her claws seeped ever so slightly into your flesh, causing you to whimper. The length of her tongue licking expertly over your wounds as she delivered a forceful and indulgent thrust to your core.

“And yet.. you fear me not.. do you, pet?” 

“N-no, my lady… m-more...” 

She tightened the grasp on your throat, forcing your gaze to her own. An almost primal look upon her face as the hand that held your hips in place moved indulgently to your clit, circling it once. 

“Ah-! Please, Mistress!” 

You knew you were playing with fire - knew that your words were tempting the beast inside - and you didn’t care. You relished in it. In knowing how easily she could destroy you - how swiftly she could  break you - how wholly and completely she could make you hers. And you knew you should be scared, knew that the dangerous glint that now spilled relentless over the blacks of her eyes, was nothing but absolute in it’s warning.

“Oh, my pet… always so unsatisfied, hm?”

“Ah.. yes, my lady… please.”

“How absolutely divine you smell when you beg for me.” Her breath was stifling against you as she leaned in further. “Well… as you wish.”

You watched the tiny beads of crimson drip deliciously down your neck as she tightened her grasp a little more. An absolute predatory look to her eyes as she shifted her stance slightly, widening your legs for her even more. The tips of her barely extended claws teasing over your inner thigh before allowing the smoothness of them to ghost over your clit. You shuddered, dropping your gaze for less than a second before the strength of the fingers tightened once more - pulling your eyes immediately forward.

“That’s a good pet.”

You watched as the blush across your face grew even deeper. Watched as a deep seated pleasure sweeped over the fine lines of your face. As the juices began to flow steadily from your core. As the whites of your teeth found your flushed swollen lips. The length of her strap deep inside you as she started a strong and merciless rhythm. The fingers around your neck, firm - the ones on your clit, generous and indulgent. Both supremely arousing .. both pushing you closer and closer to the edge

Watching obediently as the first orgasm washed over you. A white hot pleasure spilling across the landscape of you - ripping your name from her lips like an prayer. The pace of her hips unyielding as she forced one orgasm on you after another. Each wave of pleasure more delicious than the last - crashing over you in ways that you didn’t even know possible. And you wondered how many times you had screamed her name. How many times she’d made you plead for more -  begging for her not to have mercy on you. Her normally calculated movements becoming more frenzied in nature with each plea. A sheer primality rolling over her in steady waves as she drove her strap into you with unrelenting force. The sun already started it’s ascent into the dawn stricken sky by the time she was done with you. By the time she returned your breathless body back to the smooth mahogany below you. Her cool breath skating over your crimson skin as she whispered softly into your ear. 

“Just one more time, my pet. Just come for mommy one more time.” 

And you did, hard - harder than before - harder than ever. Full white out behind your eyes - the entire room spinning as her words skipped across you like a free wielding star. It was all consuming, enveloping you in a pleasure so thick that you were sure you felt your toes curl - your soul shake. Juices gushing from your core as Alcina’s strap pushed over and past the brink of pleasure one last time. Panting as your whole body shuddered. Your flushed face flat against the cooled wood of the vanity, your hitched breath only growing deeper. 

‘You did so, so well, my pet.” 

She purred the words into you, peppering soft kisses up the side of your neck - a soft smile against your skin as her lips found your temple. 

“Mmh.. thank you, my lady,” 

“Shouldn’t I be thanking you, my pet?”

“Hm? For.. for what?”

“Why, for being so utterly diving, my pet.” 

You chuckled at her on-going quip - letting the blissful haze swiftly pull you under, barely hearing the last words that she muttered against you.

"Rest up, my pet. I expect your tongue in me by breakfast."

[bungled-writes]

"Stress Relief" - Football Player! Dream x Reader

AFAB Anatomy, GN pronouns

Not proofread so ignore the spelling errors

Summary: After narrowly losing the playoffs game, Dream needs your help in calming down in the boys locker room.

CW: Smut! (Minors DNI), use of 'Daddy', degration, Dream calling the reader 'Bunny' and 'Cumbunny', choking, dumbification, face fucking, oral (giving), unprotected sex, semi-public (in the school locker rooms), just all around sinful content, dacryphilia if you squint ig, soft dream at the end with some aftercare

Word Count: 2,405

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18+ Content. Minors DNI

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It was Friday, which meant it was game day. Oh glorious game day where you would go and support your wonderful boyfriend, cheering as loudly as you could from the stands. Game day, where you would hang out with him right before the game and give him his good luck kiss. Game day, the day that was the cause of not being able to walk most Saturdays. You see, win or lose, Dream always got out some of the extra adrenaline buildup after games. If the team won, he would shower you in praise, take you home and thank you over and over for being the team's good luck charm. However, today was not one of those games.

It was a high stakes game, the game that could get them to the state playoffs, but only if they won. The air was tense the entire game, especially the second half. Two points down. Only two points down in the fourth quarter. You thought that for sure they would be able to win this. But alas, as the buzzer sounded, along with many whistles from coaches, the scoreboard stood the very same. 14 to 12, the opposing team claiming victory. From your position in the stands, you saw your boyfriend rip off his helmet and throw it to the ground in a fit of rage. He was not the most graceful loser with a game this close and this high stakes. He made eye contact with you from your position in the bleachers, silently his far away gaze told you to 'meet him in the locker room'. Just that look alone made your thighs clench.

You waited a little bit, watching as people poured out of the bleachers, knowing that you wouldn't be able to enter the locker room till everyone else was gone anyway. But just sitting there, waiting was somewhat tortuous. Especially because you knew exactly what he was going to do to you. Soon enough, you felt your legs began to take you to the highschool, and into the gymnasium, your head just swarming with thoughts of him so angry, ravaging your body and taking what's his.

You pushed open the door, glancing around and seeing only Dream sat on the bench, wrapping up his hand. Right next to him was his gym locker, which now had a brand new dent in it. He looked up at you the moment you walked into the room, eyes hungry. " What took you so long, slut?" He demanded, words spilling harshly from his lips as he stood up and began to stride over to you.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if everyone was gone yet.." you replied, feeling small under his emerald gaze.

" You're sorry, what?" He asked, looking down at you, unhappy with your lack of properly addressing him.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. " You said, eyes big and swarming with lust.

" Good slut. " He muttered, hands grabbing your waist. As he pushed you up against a wall of lockers. "You were pretty useless today slut...not really a good luck charm.." he growled, his knee slipping between your legs and pressing against your core. "So I guess you have to help me another way.." he whispered, soaking in the delicious whimper you made as he pressed his knee rougher against you.

"A-ahh Daddy please.." you gasped, not even sure what you were begging for. All you knew was it was very easy for you to become putty in the males hands. All you knew is that you wanted to please him and make him forget about losing the game.

A smirk spread across his face at your begging, and it grew even wider as he watched you start to grind your hips down on his knee. "desperate whore, wanting to get yourself off on anything, pathetic." He spat, taking one hand and pressing it to your neck. You just whined and nodded in response, which made him laugh. " I haven't even touched you yet and you're fucked stupid.. silly little whore! your mind goes blank even with just me speaking, doesn't it?" When you didn't answer and just ground against him more, he pushed you harder against the wall of lockers. " I asked you a question, cumbunny. And I expect you to answer." He growled in a dangerously low voice, making your entire body quiver.

You melted under his grip, eyes fluttering shut. " Y-youre right daddy! I'm just a mindless whore all for you.." the words escaped you so needily. " Use me Daddy.."

He lunged forward, capturing you in a hungry kiss. Your lips clashed together, him instantly taking control of the kiss and you submitting to him entirely. He took your lower lip between his teeth and pulled, eliciting another one of those whines that he was just dying to hear. Soon enough he pulled away from your lips, leaving you panting and wanting more. Your hips continued to grind down until he swiftly pull his knee away, leaving you with nothing to create friction with. You gave a pitiful whimper at the loss of even the simplest form of contact, but he just rolled his eyes. Both of his hands went to your hair, tangling his fingers up in it before shoving you down to your knees.

He looked down at you with a vicious hunger in his eyes. A hunger for you and only you. Your hands shot up and did quick work of his button and zipper, tugging his pants down quickly. Your eyes glistened as you licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock with just a thin layer of fabric keeping it from you. Leaning forward, you began to kiss and mouth at his clothed cock, mewling in protest when he shoved your head back into the lockers with force. "Not today slut. I need to put that mouth of yours to its proper use.." he growled, one hand staying on your head as the other quickly pushes down his boxers. He stepped out of his jeans and boxers, keeping you presses against the lockers.

His cock stood up gloriously in front of you, and the sight made your mouth water and your core fucking soaked. "Daddy Please.." you choked out, choking on your own desire for him.

"You'll get it soon enough cumbunny..trust me.." he purred. " But for now...open up slut. Gotta shut you up for a bit…" he hummed, both of his hands rooting themselves in your hair again. He pressed his tip against your lips, watching as you parted them.

Still holding your head against the lockers, he started to thrust his hips forward, staring down at you. He watches every single thing that you did, loving all of it. Loving the sounds that he was forcing out of you Everytime he slammed into your tiny throat, loving the spit that was rolling down your chin onto the floor. He loved the way that your hands rested on your thighs, clenching around nothing as they fought against the urge to touch your needy clit. "Such a pretty slut..all for my..just my personal little toy. Aren't ya bunny?" He cooed, shoving his entire cock into your throat and just holding you there, groaning in pleasure.

He let out a shaky breath as he pulled out of your mouth, a string of thick saliva mixed with precum connecting you to his cock still. "As much as I'd love to use this throat as my cum dump...I rather use somewhere else.." he said with a smirk, slightly out of breath from fucking your face.

Slowly beginning to catch your breath, you looked up at him with doe eyes and wiped some of the dribble from your chin and nodded. " Please daddy use me.." you begged once again, him letting out an animalistic growl and pulling you up by the hair. Once you were standing up, he let go of you and stepped back, pulling his shirt off and staring at you.

Your body didn't waste a moment, hands quickly moving to pull your shirts and pants off without thinking about it. Once you were out of all of your clothes, you looked at him, feeling his gaze. Sometime when you were undressing he had sat down on the bench, a hand wrapped around his cock and slowly pumping himself. You clenched your thighs together, walking closer to him. The moment you got within reach, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to straddle his lap. " Look at you cumbunny...all perfect ..all for me" he groaned as he attacked your lips in another bruising kiss, hands lifting your hips up and lining himself up with you.

You mewled into the kiss as you felt yourself sink down on him, your walls tight around him. " Oh daddy-!" You gasped, tilting your head back but you were cut off by him pulling you into another kiss, helping you sink all the way down on his cock. Once you were all the way down, he pulled away from the kiss, looking at you with a smirk.

One hand rested on your hip while the other went to your clit, fingers gently pinching the delicate bundle and making you quiver. " Desperate slut. " He said as he lightly slapped your clit, watching at your head rolled back, your hips soon rolling as well. The roll of your hips pulled pleasured sounds out of both of you, your back arching as he hit every perfect spot inside of you.

"Please Daddy, fuck me, please please please! Fuck me!" You begged out, arms wrapped around his neck. You needed him to just fuck you like a ragdoll. Like you were nothing but a little toy to him. You didn't want to be able to walk for the next week. You just wanted him to fuck you into oblivion.

"Yeah little cumbunny? You want daddy to fuck you stupid? You want daddy to make you cum over and over again on his cock? Yeah bunny?" He said as he stood up, hooking your legs over his arms as he slammed you against the wall again. He was holding you up, staring down at where you two were connected. "Daddy's gonna fuck you stupid.." he whispered.

He started to fuck in and out of you at a desperate pace, burying his face in your neck as he groaned right in your ear. You were in absolute bliss. His cock filled you just right and every thrust he hit every perfect spot that was aching for his touch. Your head tilted back against the lockers as your eyes shut. It had only been a few moments of this, but you were already gone. Broken moans and begs spilling out of your mouth uncontrollably as your hands scratched his back, desperate to grab onto something.

Tears started rolling down your faCe from pleasure, sobs of pleasure escaping your mouth as a hand dropped down and started quickly rubbing your clit. Dream pulled away from your neck for a moment and could've cum right then there at such a pretty sight all for him. Tears rolling down your face, leaving shining streaks accenting your face. Your eyes all glossy from crying and your lips glistening with spit. Your hand needily working at what he couldn't, pinching and rolling that little bundle of nerves. Your entire body was quivering in pleasure, and the sight of you already fucked dumb made him lose it.

He sped up,snapping his hips into you at a rougher pace. You gave a choked out whimper, feeling your orgasm closing in. " D-daddy! M-m gonna cum!" You gasped, unable to think of anything but his cock fucking into you at such a violent rate.

"Cum for me bunny, cum all over daddy's cock. Come on.." he said breathlessly, his own orgasm nearing.

After a few more thrusts you screamed out his name, going completely limp in his arms as you clenched down on his cock and your orgasm came crashing down on you. You came all over his cock, your toes curling in pure pleasure as your eyes rolled back. He kept going even after you came, making you whine and push on his chest, the overstimulation making you cry a little bit more. " I'm almost there hun..just a little longer.." he said softly, letting you know that it wouldn't be too long. " Just hold on for me .."he whispered sweetly. His tone was quite sweet and gentle as opposed to his violent and ruthless pace of fucking into you.

His thrusts soon got very messy and after a few messy thrusts his entire body shook, shoving his entire length into you. Your thighs quivered and eyes shut gently as you felt him start to fill you up. He groaned loudly as he came inside of you, burying his face in your neck once more.

Once both of you had reached your highs, he stayed buried inside of you for a few moments, both of you panting in unison. "You took me so well Cumbunny...took daddy's cock and cum so well. " He said softly as he rested against you.

Your attempt at speaking just came out as a few whines mixed with whimpers and a mumble of daddy. He chuckled softly. " Did I fuck you stupid sweetheart?" He said with a chuckle, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. " Thank you…" he whispered softly. " Thank you for helping me baby..and you're always my good luck charm. You know that?" He whispered gently.

You nodded softly, just cuddled against him, mind still foggy and lost. " Okay baby..let's get cleaned up and then head to my house.." he said softly as he pulled out of you, smiling at the whine of protest. He changed your position so you were bridal style in his arms, heading over to the showers. He turned on the water and let it run over both of you, washing away traces of sweat and cum off of both of you. One hand lovingly ran through your hair, a smile decorating his face. " Open your eyes for me y/n. Don't want you falling asleep just yet.." he said gently.

Your eyes opened softly as you looked up at him, a tired smile appearing on your own face. " I love you dreamie.." you whispered softly.

"I love you too sweetheart. So very much.."

[2af-afterdark]

Mutilation

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationship: Main Character/Simeon

Characters: Simeon, Main Character

Additional Tags: GN!MC (you/your), voluntary amputation, sadism, masochism, blood, violence, cum eating, blood consumption

Summary: Simeon is yours. Every inch of his belongs to you, given readily and willing. He doesn't need anything else, and he's willing to prove that to you in the most extreme of ways.

Word Count: 882

He steeled himself, his muscles going rigid as he yanked at the chains binding his wrists and braced for a pain he could not imagine. No matter what you did, he swore he would not beg or scream for mercy. He wanted this. Every part of him screamed and ached for this.

Even so, nothing could prepare him for the unspeakable agony he felt as you pressed the scalpel against the base of his wing. With a steady hand, you dragged the sharp edge along his back and scraped it against the hard bone that was shaped so perfectly to allow him to fly. Beads of blood burst forth from his beautiful dark skin wherever you went, leaving crimson trails running down his back.

Simeon pulled at his bindings until they cut into his skin. The metal dug into his flesh, tearing him open and threatening to rip his arms straight from their sockets from force alone. He bit his bottom lip until he tasted hot iron on his tongue to try and keep from crying out. He could handle this. He knew he could.

Through all of the pain, his stomach rolled and tumbled around itself. His abdomen tensed and released with an indescribable feeling of euphoria that rushed straight to his groin.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he babbled incoherently, his pain mixing into pleasure as his cock twitched violently in response. He'd never felt this way before, but it felt right in this moment. It was as if something fell into place with each incision and snapped nerve.

You reached a hand between your legs, rubbing yourself to the sight of him just barely holding himself together, "Simeon… Simeon…." You mutter nonstop. He was gorgeous. An utter mess that refused to be anything less than the radiant being you knew him as, even as you ripped his holiness away from him.

His eyes were unfocused and his voice stuttered as he spoke, "Don't stop." He was so close. A little more… give him just a little more…

It was hard to accommodate his request with how turned on you were. All you wanted to do was watch how his face twisted into depravity with each passing moment and get off on it. But the thought of how he would devolve further was one that tempted you.

So, despite how difficult it was, you returned to your work, slicing away at the muscles that controlled and connected his wings to his skeleton. The screams of blissful agony that finally left his mouth flooded your mind and pulled you in. With reckless abandon, you switched from careful cuts to frenzied stabbing and ripping. You couldn't finish fast enough. He couldn't scream loud enough. Nothing was enough.

Eventually, you hacked away the last of his nerves and tissue, completely separating the wing from him. You wrapped your hands around the base, just barely brushing against the fresh wound as you began to tear it out of his back. His body jerked uncontrollably, fighting to get away from this unbelievable torment but also reveling in the feeling of being ripped apart.

He rutted into the air, instinctually trying to seek pleasure that wasn't there. The only thing he had was the feeling of having a chunk of him violently removed; and he loved it. His hips jerked up as the rolling feeling in his stomach finally spilled over and he came. His warm cum splattered on his thighs and the floor, a clear sign of how thoroughly he enjoyed everything.

You dropped the lump of feathers, bone, and flesh onto the ground. Your hands were covered in blood as you moved to rub your needy sex to the sight of him so blissed out on pain. It took you almost no time to find your own release, covering your fingers in your own cum.

With a trembling smirk, you brought them to his mouth, "Clean them." You ordered, painting his lips with red as he opened wide to follow your command.

His tongue curled around your fingers, meaning at the taste of you and him mixing together. Sometimes, he went over the same spot three times just to make sure he hadn't missed any of the delectable treat. The only sign your hand had been stained at one point was the trail of saliva he left his wake.

Only once every stray speck of blood and sex was cleaned did you run your hands through his hair to show your approval. He had been so good. He'd screamed so beautifully and you loved the look of ecstasy on his face. It left you wanting to see him lose himself even more.

"Simeon… You have one more…" It was hard to speak or think clearly as you thought about how he would cry as you ripped out his other wing.

His flaccid cock began to harden once again. The chains clanked as he pulled at them once more, arching his back in such a way as to make getting to it easier, "Take it." He didn't need it anymore. He was all yours in every way. He didn't need wings or holiness or chastity. All he needed-- all he wanted-- was to be owned by you; completely, utterly, and entirely.

[hangovercurse]

Falling Like the Stars

Pete and you had gotten in a fight the night before he left for filming, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your relationship.

Request: “pete and you take it to another room at a party 😉”

Pete Davidson x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing, angst

A/N: This is (loosely) based off Falling Like the Stars by James Arthur

Word Count: 3038

In all eight months of your relationship with Pete, you’d never gone this long without talking. Your phone was right in front of you, his contact in your favorites. But you couldn’t be the first to fold.

It had been 3 and a half weeks, 25 days, since he left for filming. Since that stupid fight.

Maybe you pushed him too far, maybe you expected too much of him, but you’d been together for eight months. And you knew you loved him. The night before he left, he’d taken you out on the most romantic date you’d ever been on, and when you guys got back to your place, you told him you loved him. And he didn’t say it back.

He didn’t say anything, he just shut down. After you begged him to say something, anything, he just gave you a frustrated, “what do you want me to say?”

And thus, the fight ensued, you accusing him of not caring about your relationship and him yelling at you for pressuring him into something he wasn’t ready for.

And maybe you were in the wrong, but you were hurt. You had put everything on the line for him, every inch of your soul was bare to him. And he crushed it. So, you fought. And he left. And you hadn’t talked since except a text from him saying he landed safely.

It was killing you inside. But you couldn’t keep this going if he wasn’t as invested as you were. So, you left it up to him to make the first move.

In the meantime, you occupied your mind with work, television, and mindless scrolling through social media. Your timeline was filled with pictures of your fans, activism posts, and fan accounts of Pete that you followed. One post in particular caught your eye, a picture you didn’t even know the fans had.

It was a picture you had taken of Pete on your first date, the morning after the two of you had met. The memory made you smile.

You were outside on Colson’s balcony, taking hits of the cigarette in your hand and watching the crowd of drunken partygoers below you.

Suddenly the sliding glass door opened behind you, and the most beautiful man you’d ever seen walked out. His hair was dark, his eyes even darker. He seemed gentle, kind, but also like he could rip you to shreds without hesitation. It was intoxicating.

“Oh,” he said upon seeing you, “sorry I didn’t think anyone would be out here.”

You smiled, “you’re good. I don’t mind the company.” He nodded, coming to lean against the railing next to you. You offered him the cigarette, which he graciously took.

“What’s a girl like you doing up here all by herself?” He asked.

You raised an eyebrow, “a girl like me?” A smirk made its way to your face when he looked over at you, eyes raking over your figure.

“I mean, someone as stunning as you shouldn’t be up here all alone. You should be down there, stealing everyone’s breath.”

His comment made you blush slightly. “It’s a bit too much down there for me. I don’t mind all the people but none of them are gonna remember anything in the morning. I don’t want to be that person. I want to remember tonight.”

This time, his eyebrow raised. “Is tonight a special night for you?” He asked.

You bit your lip, turning to face him fully. “I’m not sure yet. You tell me.”

He moved closer to you, hand delicately touching your waist. You took his hesitancy as a question of permission, to which you responded by reaching a hand to run up his arm, stopping on his shoulder. The man smirked, moving even closer to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You told him quietly.

His head dipped down, lips meeting yours, and you closed your eyes, taking in the sensation. Your mouths moved together in sync as his grip on your waist got tighter, pulling you closer to him. You brought your second hand up to wrap around his neck, lifting yourself up on your toes to get better access to his plush lips.

He pulled away from you slowly as your eyes opened, finding his brown ones exploring your face. “I’m Pete.” He whispered, before connecting your lips again.

His hands squeezed your waist, lifting you up slightly. You took the hint and jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist as one hand moved up to support your back. He carried you back inside to the bedroom the balcony was attached to.

His mouth never left yours, his tongue lightly swiping against your lip. You granted him access, the feeling of your tongues colliding a pleasurable one, it made you feel even closer to him.

He set you onto the bed, finally detaching your lips. You whined as he stepped towards the door but stopped when his hand turned the lock. He chuckled at your neediness, rushing back to the bed, and climbing on top of you, forcing you to lay back onto the bed.

Your hands went to his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands. His hands traveled your middle, reaching the bottom of your shirt. He paused before pulling it up, making sure it was okay with you that he did so.

Once the fabric was removed to reveal your bra-clad chest, he smirked down at you, taking in your body. Pete let out a soft “wow,” that you probably weren’t supposed to hear.

It made you smirk, your hands removing the jacket from him before pulling his shirt over his head. The tattoos on his chest and arms revealed themselves, and you took a moment to admire them. Absentmindedly, you reached out to trace one on his arm, making him grin. Instead of saying anything, he reconnected your lips.

His bare skin on yours made heat run from every part of your body straight to your core. You could feel him hardening through his jeans, and you wanted nothing more than to rip them off. Pete had a similar idea, hands moving to unclasp your bra and he pulled the fabric from your skin. His hands remained there, massaging the tissue, and occasionally squeezing your hardening nipples with his fingers.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” He mumbled against your mouth, moving his head down to press a soft kiss to your neck. One kiss turned into two, then three, and suddenly Pete was kissing a path to your breasts.

Once his lips connected with your nipples, you let out a sigh of pleasure. His teeth grazed the bud lightly, switching between each breast to give them both the attention they deserved.

The hands that you had tangled in his hair pulled lightly, nails scratching his skull in a way that drove him crazy. He finally left your chest, pressing sloppy kisses down your stomach until he reached the top of your jeans.

Pausing, he looked up at you. “Do you want this?” He asked, sweetly.

You bit your lip, looking down at him and taking in his slightly disheveled appearance. “Yes, Pete. Please.” You asked, earning a smile from him. His hands unbuttoned your pants, pulling them down your legs slowly before tossing them across the room. He stood up and removed his own pants, leaving only two sets of thin cloth in between your heat and his member.

His face returned to its position at the top of your panties. He lightly nipped at the skin there, causing a small groan to escape your lips. He smirked, grabbing the top of your panties in his teeth, and dragging them downwards, exposing your pussy. He used his hands to help his mouth pull the material all the way down your legs, your panties soon joining the rest of your clothes on the floor somewhere.

You took in a breath when his hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart. His breath hit your heat as he looked up at you, basking in the beauty of your expression. He’d barely touched you and you were already putty in his hands.

At this thought he brought his lips to your clit, sucking on the small bundle. At the contact you moaned out softly, hands gripping the sheets below you. His tongue peaked out to lick at your slit, slowly dipping into your heat.

He switched his focus from your slit to your clit and back intermediately, one hand eventually dancing up your thigh to join him. As his lips sucked on your clit his middle finger pressed into your wet hole. Another moan came from you as his long finger stretched you out.

He smiled against you when he heard your sounds as he pumped the digit in and out of you. When he felt you were ready, he added a second finger. Picking up his pace, he started curling his fingers as he pumped, hitting your walls.

You could feel your climax building, but he pulled out before you could get too close. He sat up on his knees, eyes finding yours. You watched as he slowly licked his fingers clean, climbing off the bed and finding his jeans. He grabbed a foil wrapper from one of the pockets and brought it back to the bed. He pulled his underwear down, exposing his long, hard dick.

You moaned at the sight, excited at the thought of him filling you up. He rolled the condom onto his member, pumping himself a few times. He lined himself up with your entrance, watching your face.

“You still want this?” He asked.

You loved how he kept asking, kept making sure this was okay with you. “Yes.” You let out, softly, the anticipation killing you.

At your consent, he pushed into you, slowly. His large cock filled you up, stretching your pussy out. Pete let out a quiet groan as you adjusted to him. His lips found their way to your neck again, hot breath hitting your skin.

He pulled out slowly, pushing back in as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Fuck you feel so good.” He mumbled into your skin. He thrusted into you again, harder this time. Your hands went to his back, gripping onto him.

Pete started picking up his pace, dick thrusting in and out of you harder every time. Your nails began to dig into his skin, definitely leaving marks. You let out small whimpers every time he hit the perfect spot in your tight pussy.

More kisses were placed on your neck as Pete pounded into you, your hips rolling up to meet his. The vibrations from his moans against your skin made everything feel so much better, and you knew you were getting close.

The feeling of his cock twitching alerted you to the fact that he was close, too. So, you let out a whine, “I’m close, Pete.”

He hummed against your neck, “me too, baby.” He continued to push you closer and closer to your climax, “mmm, feel so good around me princess.”

His lips came up to meet yours, tongue establishing dominance in your mouth. One hand found your breast, rubbing the bud between his fingers. The stimulations sent you closer and closer to the edge, until you could feel yourself at the tipping point.

The only sound in the room was your lips against his and the slapping of your skin as Pete’s cock filled you up more and more. His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier until he moaned against your lips, his hot seed filling the condom inside of you. The sensation sent you into an abyss of bliss, your orgasm crashing over you.

Your hips bucked into his as you came undone, his cock still thrusting into you but much lazier now. The feeling of a thousand pins spread through your body, creating a warm and fuzzy feeling.

Once you had both come down from your highs, he pulled out of you. He disposed of the condom and grabbed his underwear, pulling it on. He then tossed your panties and his shirt over to you, which you gladly put on.

Pete crashed onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his side. You nuzzled into him, taking in his scent of cigarettes, sex, and chocolate. You pressed a kiss to the side of his chest, the closest place your lips could get to. He chuckled, pressing his lips to the side of your head.

“I figured instead of joining the lame ass party downstairs, we could steal this room for the night. Then maybe I can take you to breakfast in the morning?” He asked, watching for your reaction.

You looked up at him, a smile on his face, “I would really, really like that.”

Breakfast was, obviously, successful, as you and Pete went out for dinner the next day, and then two days after that. Eventually he was bringing you to meet his family and you introduced him to your co-workers. It wasn’t until he took you backstage to Saturday Night Live that he officially called you his girlfriend whilst introducing you to Colin Jost and Michael Che, but you had both been exclusively with each other since you’d met.

You frowned, thinking about those memories. God, you missed Pete. You should have never said anything, you should have just let it go. Now you might never get him back.

But every part of you craved him. You wanted him here to hold you and kiss you. You wanted him to buy you stupid gifts like he did sometimes. You wanted to talk about literally nothing but that be enough for you two.

You couldn’t help but let your mind drift to where it would often go to. You and Pete in a few years, buying a house together. Your kids playing in the backyard. Going to sports games and recitals with them, taking them to see Pete at work. Getting married in front of all of your friends and family.

You wanted all of it. You had never wanted that life before you met Pete, but now it was all you could think about. You didn’t know what your future would look like without Pete, and you didn’t want to know.

So, against your vow to yourself, you called him.

“Y/N?” He asked. He sounded tired, sad. Hearing him made you freeze; you’d missed his voice. “Is everything okay?”

You bit your lip before answering, your voice coming out as a whisper, “yeah I just, I just miss you, is all.”

Pete let out a sad sigh on the other end of the phone. “I miss you, too.” He said. “I should’ve called you, I just wanted to give you space. I know we didn’t leave off in a good place.”

You stayed quiet, tears coming to your eyes as you recalled the night again. “It’s okay, Pete. I shouldn’t have thrown that on you and I shouldn’t have pushed you to say… that.” You whispered. “I’m sorry.”

You could tell Pete was thinking because he didn’t answer right away. “No, I- I shouldn’t have left you like that. We should’ve talked about it more.”

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you, sniffling. “Pete it’s okay, really. I was in the wrong and I pushed you away. I made you leave.”

“Yeah, but I should’ve stayed.” You could hear the sadness in his voice and it broke your heart. He sighed, “princess, give me like five minutes and then we can talk about this more, okay?” You hummed into the receiver and the line went dead.

You sunk further into the couch, tears pouring from your eyes. You felt like you were crumbling into little pieces without him. And now he was avoiding important conversations with you.

You came to the realization that you should’ve made the night he left; he doesn’t want you anymore. The thought made you breakdown even more, your breathing quickening and sobs escaping you as you buried your face into your hands that were covered in the sleeves of Pete’s sweater.

A few minutes later you heard a knock on your door. Even though you were in no state to answer it, you did so anyways. You found your person standing there, shoulders hunched and eyes red. Pete held a teddy bear in one hand and a heart shaped box of chocolates in the other. He looked as good as ever, but also like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“I was literally pulling onto your street when you called me.” He chuckled as you led him inside. He set the teddy bear and chocolates on your coffee table, pulling you onto the couch next to him. “I couldn’t stand how we left things so I asked for the next few days off so that I could come see you.” He grabbed your hand lacing your fingers together.

“I mean seriously, Y/N. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t even focus on the movie because I was just always thinking about you. It was terrifying.”

You smiled a little bit, scooting closer to him. When you spoke, your voice came out hoarse, “I missed you so much.” You couldn’t believe that he was actually here. That he had flown back to New York just to see you. “I’m sorry I made you leave and didn’t say goodbye.”

He grabbed your chin, pulling your eyes up to meet his. “I’m sorry that I was too scared to tell you how I feel.” You gave him a quizzical look. “I was so fucking scared of admitting it to myself, much less to you. But I know now, I’m sure now.”

“What are you talking about?” You whispered.

He leaned in close to you, breath hitting your lips, “I’m not scared anymore.” He said, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, short kiss. “I’m in love with you, princess.”

Your breath got caught in your throats as the words you’d been aching to hear fell from his lips. You leaned forward, kissing him again. “So fuckin in love with you.” He mumbled.

You rested your forehead against his, breaths intertwining. “I love you, Pete.”

[actuallysaiyan]

You Belong To Me(Shikamaru Nara x Fem!Reader)

Word count: 990 Pairings: Shikamaru Nara x Fem! Reader Warnings: Smut, rough sex, casual sex, FWB, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink Summary: Y/n and Shikamaru have casual sex, with just one rule...wrap it up or pull out. Sometimes, Shikamaru can’t help himself.

It was supposed to just be casual sex, but you couldn’t help but start to have feelings for Shikamaru. It was his laidback attitude and his smarts that first attracted you. Also, you had seen him fight a few times in battle, and you couldn’t resist him after that. It was crazy the connection you had between you too.

 The only rule you had for him was to either wrap it up or pull out. You didn’t want to get pregnant without knowing you were in a good relationship and financially stable, and Shikamaru was definitely okay with this one rule. Most of the time, you both kept condoms at your respective homes. It was an easy-going friends with benefits relationship, and the sex was amazing.

 Today, he was over at your place while your parents were on vacation. You still lived with them, despite the fact that you were more than old enough to live on your own. You enjoyed it though, and it made sneaking in Shikamaru late at night so much riskier. Just that fact alone made everything so much more arousing to you.

 He has you pinned to your bed, smirking down at your half-naked body. Bites and bruises mark your body as Shikamaru had his way with you. He loves to leave you with love bites and marks that showed the whole village you were fucking someone. Nobody knew you were having sex, but the secret of the relationship was what made things that much sexier.

 “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you princess?” Shikamaru asks as he begins biting your tits. You love how rough he could be with you sometimes, but he was also very sweet and attentive to your needs.

 You could feel your pussy get wetter at the attention he was giving your tits. Without warning, he ripped the bra from your body. You whined about that being your favorite bra, and Shikamaru pulled away from you.

 “What did I say about being bratty, princess?” Shikamaru teases you, biting down on your breast once again. You gasp at the sharp pain, but you love it.

 “Sorry, Shika…” you pant as he starts to rid your body of the rest of the clothing. You are left in your silky pink panties in no time.

 “Did you wear these cause you knew I was comin’ over today?” he asks, and you giggle. He kisses you chastely, making you want more of him.

 He groans as he makes his way down to your wet slick. The fabric of your panties is clinging to your wet lips, and Shikamaru is growing hard at the sight of this. It’s driving him crazy to see you this aroused. His fingers make quick work of releasing you from your panties, and then he licks his lips at the sight of your beautiful wet cunt.

 “You’re already this wet for me? We’ve hardly done anything, princess.” He can’t help but be proud of himself. You’re literally dripping wet and you’ve only been making out.

 You whine as he ghosts his fingers over your slick pussy. Your blood is boiling and your heart is pounding. Roughly, he sticks two fingers deep within you, causing you to cry out. You grip the sheets as he picks up his usual pace, making you whimper and shake. You can’t stop calling out his name, and he pulls out so suddenly, you feel like you’re going to implode from the lack of contact.

 “Shika!” you whine as he licks his fingers clean. He doesn’t say another word before stripping down, climbing on top of you.

 You both share a passionate kiss, while his hands search your nightstand for a condom. When he comes back empty-handed, you both stare at each other in fear. Did you both forget to grab some condoms?

 “What a drag…” Shikamaru moans as he leans his face into your neck. He starts kissing you there, sucking on the skin and making you even more aroused. At this point, you’re willing to let him fuck you as long as he pulls out.

 “Just pull out.” You whimper against his lips as he comes back to kiss you.

 With a smirk, he presses his hard cock against your wet cunt. You cant your hips towards him, hoping to ease this sexual tension. You’ve been teased for too long, and now you want him. Your feelings for him are so strong.

 He pushes into you, stretching you around him. Your walls expand to accept him, and you cry out. He laughs at your neediness, but it’s definitely turning him on more than he’d like to admit. He starts to rut against you, pining your wrists above your head. He loves when he’s in control, and honestly, he could see himself fucking you for a long time...he’s fallen in love with you.

 You’re a whimpering and moaning mess beneath him, pleading for him to let you cum. It feels so good, and you’re ready to climax. You can feel yourself shudder rhythmically with every thrust, and Shikamaru is panting against your lips. He keeps kissing you frantically, heightening this burning sensation that’s growing between you. You’re coming undone under him, and your walls are clenching around him.

 Shikamaru can’t help himself...whether it be laziness, or just genuinely being too turned on, he cums deep within you. He’s throbbing as he paints your insides white, and you’re begging for his cum. You don’t care about being pregnant right now, you just need him deep within you as you ride out the last of your high.

 He pulls out, lying next to you. You’re both a little surprised by your behavior, but you just laugh.

 “I think I love you,” Shikamaru confesses breathlessly.

     “I know I love you,” you tell him, kissing him softly.

 He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest. You fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Hi would it be ok if I requested a smutty Jensen Ackles where she and Jensen see each other again and they fall for each other all over again after years apart ?

I Missed You

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: Smut with a plot (somewhat 😅), 18+ READERS ONLY, fingering,orgasm denial, cum play,daddy kink, unprotected sex (NO GLOVE NO LOVE PEOPLE!!! Stay safe)

To my parents, if y'all ever find this, I'm so sorry. Lord, God please forgive me for I have SINNED.

@lclb13 I hope you like it, thanks for requesting ❤️

GIF CREDITS TO THE OWNER

Part 2

MASTERLIST

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"Jens mhm-" groaning you raked your fingers through the mass of hair on top of his head using his weakness to your advantage

"Fuck" Jensen grounded his hips into yours sending pleasurable shockwaves through your body with the friction created by his clothed crotch

Out of all the ways that you had imagined this night to be, this was most definitely what you had in mind. You didn't plan on bumping into your ex, Jensen today but the universe had different plans

Earlier on this morning you two had crossed paths in a nearby coffee shop. After breaking up nearly two years ago you accepted his invitation to sit and chat for a bit. You guys easily fell into conversation and you'd be lying if you said that a big part of you didn't miss having him around

You both kept echanging flirty looks as you both exchanged compliments like it was the first time of meeting one another. At some point during the conversation you hadn't realised how close your hands had gotten until his calloused fingers brushed against your hand. That one touch sparked something within you.

You both paused mid conversation, both waiting for the other to pull away but neither of you did, instead, he took a hold of your hand in larger one, brushing his thumb on the back of it, remebering how much you loved when he did that

That one conversation lead to you him inviting you out to a bar for drinks which fast forwarded to you lying on his couch while he dry humped you. Your lips molded together so perfectly as you both fought for dominance in the steamy kiss. The little shit unclipped your bra from the front and started rolling your perky nipples between his fingers

"Jens" you moaned and he took that opportunity to stick his tonge in your mouth, smirk playing on his lips knowing that he had won. Hooking your legs around his hips you lifted yours to meet his

"Too..much..clothes" your hands found the hem of his shirt, lifiting it to take it off of him. Jensen got the hint and sat up pulling his black shirt over his head before discarding it on the floor next to yours

"Pants off" you ordered licking your lips as you drooled over the sight of his well defined body. His muscles had gotten bigger than the last time and now he had a tattoo on his left bicep making him ten times attractive

The sound of his zipper being undone drew your attention downwards as he did as told. The tent in his boxers became more visable, your cunt clamped down aching to be filled by his cock

"See something you like" winking he leaned forward trailing open mouth kisses along the coloumn of your neck and colar bone, settling himself between your thighs again. His hands roamed your body as he reaquainted himself with it. His fingertips brushed every curve, every dip, every piece of flesh that was available to him until he reached the waistband of your lace panties. He looked down as he slipped his fingers in

"Fuck Y/N your cunt is dripping wet" he spread your slick through your folds and up to your clit drawing a breathless sigh from you

His lips attacked yours as he continued to play with the sensitive bud. Your hips bucked silently begging him to give you more but he refused, making you frustrated as he increased his movements

"What do you want kitten?" his dominant side came out to play and you knew it was going to be a long night

"Please Jensen" he halted his assault on your clit and you nearly cried from the loss of conatct

"You know damn well not to use my name kitten" his green eyes were darker than usual as he pinched your clit causing a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure

"I'm sorry daddy" the sound of fabric tearing filled the room and he dropped the ruien panties on the floor. A mischeavous look plastered itself on his face as he slipped two of his thick fingers your dripping cunt

"You will be" wasting no time he started thrusting his fingers into your needy pussy. You tried to grind yourself down on his hand but he held you in place with his free arm

Throwing your head back your moans filled the empty house along with the squelching sounds of your pussy. Jensen adjusted himself to be eye level with your cunt, using his free hand he started rubbing your clit making your toes curl

"Oh fuck! Right there, right there...FUCK DON'T STOP!" he continued his manic assault on you on a mission to have you cum on his fingers

"Look at you taking my fingers like the little slut that you are. Do you want to cum kitten?" he teased knowing that you were too far gone to respond cohearently. Your legs spread wider as your eyes rolled to the back of your head ready to release

Jensen picked up on your actions and immediately ripped his hand away, spanking your swollen cunt as you cried from being denied a release

"Not so fast kitten" he dragged his fingers through your slick a couple times before sliding three of them in this time

"Please daddy, please let me cum" you begged holding on to his forearm as he resumed his touture on you. He sped up and soon enough he had your back arching off the couch. You felt the familar knot forming and you knew that you were so close, your pussy squeezed down on his fingers

"Cum" screaming his name you felt a gush of your release and your hips bucked violently as he swiped his plam against your cunt coving the both of you in your own release

"Fuck yes, I still got it" he stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking away your arousal before dipping them back into you slowly pumping a few times, this time he shoved them in your mouth and you eagerly licked them clean

Reaching to pull his boxers down to return the favour he stopped you in your tracks, standing up to do it himself. His massive cock slapped against his stomach, the angry red tip taunted you as it leaked precum

"As much I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock I need to be inside of you" wasting no time he shifted your hips to hang off the edge of the couch, raising your leg up he lined the tip of his cock with your entrance before sliding into your pussy

"Shit your still tight" he kissed your calves as he started ramming his cock into you without giving you time to adjust to his size

"Oh fuck" your titts bounced with each brutal thrust of his hips. Jensen pushed your legs up to you chest leaning forward to capture your plump lips in a searing kiss

This new angle gave him more leverage to ram you full of his cock. He went deeper into you as if that was even possible. The sinful sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the house

Panting you raked your nails down his back, you were pretty sure there would be bruses tomorrow but for now neither of you seemed to care

The tip of his cock contined to plow into your g-spot with each thrust casing you to see stars. Your pussy started fluttering against him signalling that you were close to your second orgasm for the night and he breathlessly chuckled

"You gonna cum again" you nodded unable to speak as you clung to him for dear life. For the second time tonight he pulled out before flipping you on to your knees. You held yourself upright by holding on to the backrest of the couch. Jensen spead your legs wider before smacking your ass, not one, not twice but three times before thrusting into your dripping cunt again

You slipped your hand down to rub your clit but he swatted it away applying pressure to the swollen nub himself. He used his free hand to take a hold of your hair, pulling you up flush against him. Your eyes fell upon the big mirror on the wall opposite you as he continued to fuck you

Using that same hand he wrapped his fingers around your throat applying a bit of pressure as he held your gaze in the reflection. Your face was flushed from being fucked like the whore that you were for this man

"Look at daddy's cock kitten, look at how your sweet pussy is taking me so easily" you moaned fixing your gaze down to where your sweaty bodies connected. You could see your arousal dripping down his balls and on the insides of your thighs, that sight alone made you want to cum on sight but you know that if you did you wouldn't like the end result

"Don't even think about it sweetheart" he knew you like the back of his hands. Your eyes rolled to back of your head as he released your neck. His fingertips dug into your hips as his thrusts became sloppy

"I..I can't hold..it" your legs trembled from the intensity of the orgasm threatening to rip through you

"Cum on my cock" your screams bounced off the walls as you squirted for the second time. The sound of your juices hitting the hardwood floor was music to his ears as he rubbed your clit, cock still thrusting in and out of you

"Good girl" your toes curled, vision became hazy as Jensen continued to rub your sensitive clit chasing his release. He thrusted into you one last time before stilling completely

His warm seed filled your needy cunt, smacking your ass in the process coming down from his high. Jensen removed his softening cock from your pussy and you both watched in delight as his cum leaked from your abused hole

You ran your fingers through his sticky release before sucking them clean as he looked at you in the mirror, enjoying the salty taste of it. He turned you to face him, lips meeting together in a short but passionate kiss

"I missed you Y/N"

"I missed you too Jens"

[toukenramblings]

NSFW Headcanons: Izuminokami Kanesada, Horikawa Kunihiro,Nagsone Kotetsu

Give me an instance to talk about the Sin-sengumi, I will take it. The Sin-sengumi shall soon become gospel, just y’all wait. It’s catching on. I also don’t give Naga enough love so here I am.

Warnings: S I N. I’m projecting

Izuminokami Kanesada

I would like to clear this up before we continue, this man is a brat and he knows it. Bottom, top, Izumin don’t care. He can and will tease you however the hell he wants. Maybe he’ll hide something under his clothing for you, but it’s easy to tell with his red face and overly trying to make you look at him and notice him, damn it! Look at what he did for you! Be proud of him! Get horny for him!

He is a horny lil shit when he is in the mood and you can tell, he’ll want to always be close to you, hugging you to his form, glaring at others, kisses pressed to your open skin, if he’s feeling naughty, sucking on your fingers. Sure in public he’ll control himself (MAYBE) but wait until you two are alone.

Izumi gets off on praise and that is a fACT. Call him a good boy as he plows into you or services you with his mouth, his moans during these times will be oh so heavenly, vibrations jolting up and down your spine as he does so. Tug on his hair during sex too, it gets him going.

Izumi is loud, gag him, gag him for me. He’ll look so pretty when he’s gagged, trust me. Do it with your underpants if you must, he’ll look so beautiful, flushed and screaming into the object, desperate for you to touch him.

Yes he gets off to your scent, don’t be surprised if you find him touching himself with an article of clothing against his nose when he misses you, hand furiously stroking himself, wishing that it was your hand or your mouth instead.

Izumi is a bottom-leaning switch, he wants to be taken cared of but that doesn’t mean he won’t hesitate to top you anytime soon. Push his buttons enough and he will. He’ll mark you, mark him in return. He’ll flush as he tries to hide the love bites you give him. But is more than proud when he can see the bites he has given you.

The times when Izumi tops are...whoo baby. He’ll spill nothing but filthy praise from his lips about how your mouth feels on him, how good his cock feels whenever you do something to him. He’s highkey possessive as hell, so catch him calling you ‘mine’. “This is mine, right, master? You know I’m the only one that can make you feel good like this~”

Izumi is fucking greedy as hell whenever you decide to wear something underneath your clothing for him. A glimpse of it and he has a heart attack, Izumi.exe cannot work. Please come back later. He might straight up run away before coming back two seconds later to try and drag you into a secluded corner of the citadel to rip those damn clothes off of you and how dare you wear such a thing that’s only for his eyes.

Yes he isn’t afraid to publicly tease you or being caught having sex. Sure he’ll scream and be super duper embarrassed about it for a while but he’ll be fiiiine. It’s not gonna stop him from dragging you into your office and closing the door and curtains to fuck you on top of your desk anyway.

Izumi has a pretty decent sex drive, which tends to come and go but he’s honestly always ready to fuck you at any given point. Just give him a good reason to. He’ll flush and be flustered, stutter over his words and may downright pass the fuck out but he won’t hesitate to tease you right back with some naughty words.

Izumi loves it when you are on top of him, taking your pleasure from him as you see fit - he also secretly loves it when he’s being tied down when you do this. He loves seeing your face as it contorts in pleasure, and his mouth having an easy reach to your chest and nipples.

Damn it put his mouth to WORK. Shut him up with your nether regions, make him service you. Izumi adores being between your legs and watching every movement, every gasp and moan you make. He wants to drink up your moans like water if he could.

There are times when Izumi denies how horny he is, especially when you can see it in his body language, the way his oceanic blues ghost over your skin, how he bites down on his lower lip when his eyes glaze over your chest and ass - keep pushing his buttons, if he’s in denial that normally means he wants to be topped. He’s also very very much into overstim.

Loves it when you are wearing nothing but his haori, you cannot tell how many times you two fucked on top of that thing to the point it permanently has your scent on it.

Aftercare is rather quick. Clean you up to the bare minimum than pass the fuck out and cuddle. He has to cuddle you! No arguments here!

Horikawa Kunihiro

Hori Hori may have a pretty low sex drive, but he is a little shit about it when he wants to. You can tell when he’s in the mood, he isn’t as showy as Kane-san but it’s much more subtle. Soft whispers when you two are alone, his cheeks lightly flushed at the naughty thoughts in his head. “I want to give you my love tonight, master. Will you let me taste you until you cannot remember anything else but me?” 

Hori doesn’t pleasure himself often whenever he misses you, as said before, pretty low sex drive. That doesn’t mean he won’t do such a thing though, it’s quick and seamless, almost preparing himself for the night to come. Of course he knows to control himself but sometimes he can’t help it!

Hori’s favorite position is him between your legs, servicing you until you are screaming his name, where he can watch you with hooded eyes, forcing your legs apart for better access. He lives to pleasure you, to see you cum at least six times more than he does. 

Hori is also a service top, treating you as glass whenever he is on top. Soft kisses to your thighs, peppering kisses to your chest and marking them as his. That being said, he doesn’t mind being on the bottom. He has a habit of covering his mouth whenever you pleasure him in turn though, tIE HIM DOWN. His moans are beautiful, don’t hide them.

Speaking of tying, yes he will use the red ribbon on his uniform to tie your hands together. Don’t you fucking dare hide your screams and moans from him. Hori will not hesitate to gag you if needed, but would rather not. Would have you choke on his fingers if he must. Yes you can suck on his fingers, it’s great as hell and it gets him going.

Will also love it when you wear nothing but his shirt or jacket. It’s also a surefire way to get him in the mood. He’ll flush, clear his throat, and almost try to adjust it to look more proper on you. “Did you miss me that much, love?” he would question before kissing you.

And then we get to marking. Hori is very easy to mark, his skin bruises pretty easily and he won’t hesitate to show off his marks with a sense of shy pride. He loves marking you up though! It brings him a sense of pride whenever you two are in public and he sees that you are also showing off the marks he gave you. 

Oh Hori is very curious about toys, will dedicate an entire day of learning about the kinks and toys of the modern era. Consent is very important for him of course so he will always ask before doing anything naughty to you, unless you like the spontaneous stuff then he can do that! He caters his needs around yours as he is so giving after all. 

Rarely does Horikawa get jelly at all, he trusts you! But he won’t lie that it makes his skin crawl when someone looks at you with interest in their eyes. Even Kane-san is not safe from Hori’s glares. Expect him to mark you up even more after this incident.

Hori is very versatile. Top? Bottom? Whatever! He’ll be oh so happy just to be connected with you like this! He doesn’t care what position he’s in as long as he can be with you!

Horikawa always wants to see your face whenever you two are fucking. So if you two are doing doggy style, expect some mirror sex with some dirty talk thrown in there. He loves seeing your expressions as you two fuck.

If Horikawa is ever bottoming for you, it’s beautiful. He becomes so needy, praising you no matter what positions you two are in, begging for more. He’ll always be touching you somehow, and giving up control is something he isn’t against. He’ll tug on your hair during these times, arching his back, so on and so forth.

100% is that one dude who wakes up their partner with oral sex, change my mind. It’s gentle and sweet, fingers toying with your nether regions and a smirk dancing on his lips. And then he’ll pull away, is a weeee bit into orgasm denial until one of y’all is a sobbing mess - prefers it if you orgasm deny him though. But is more so into overstim, he loves you so much after all! You need to be fucked properly!

Yes Hori will 100% steal your bank account to find you something cute to wear under your clothing. Will love it when you model for him too! Has an entire collection of tabs saved of things for you to wear.

Super prepared for aftercare. Sheets? Changed. Water? Ready! Cuddles? Mandatory.

Nagasone Kotetsu

His nipples and chest are his biggest weak points, tweak them, nip them, suck on them. Oh man Naga-san will be putty in your hands. He just has really nice man tits i want to suck on them. But Nagasone will do the same to you! He will lavish your upper body with nothing but marks and kisses, adoring the way you squirm in his arms. During sex, Nagasone’s mouth has to be on something. Be it sucking on your fingers, a gag, or something or other man. It’s good as hell.

He has more control over his sex drive than Izuminokami but his sex drive is a lil bit more higher than Horikawa’s. Right in the middle. He knows he can keep control of himself but then there’s moments when he goes feral, pinning you down to whatever surface you have, teeth digging into your skin, giving you all of the love he can ever give you and more. Nagasone loves you, he wants to show it to the world.

There is a sly smirk whenever someone notices the love bites he has, or he has given you. He may have a light pink flush that decorates his cheeks when someone teases him about it, but he is proud of the marks he bears whenever you mark him. Won’t hesitate to show them off to the world if he must. Hachisuka might tell him to cut it out but is that going to stop him? No.

Like Horikawa, Nagasone is a service top and gives more than he gets back. He may be a fake but Nagasone thinks that you are his sun, his stars, his moon, the one who loves him despite who the hell he is. He wants to show you how much you mean to him, so most of the time the sexy times between y’all is soft as shit. He worships your body oh so much.

Do the same to him! Like I said, his chest is his weakest point. Mark it up, lavish him with praise and affection. Nagasone will act like it doesn’t do anything to him, but the way his cock twitches with your words speaks volumes. “Don’t say such things, love, you never know what I could do to you next.” though Nagasone always makes sure to return the favor!

Nagasone is so into body worship it’s not even funny. He could spend the rest of his day in the temple that is your body, between your legs, marking your thighs up and just basking in your presence. He also loves it when you wear something of his. It smells like him and it’s warm and cozy but man does it get him going.

Like Horikawa, Nagasone will be rather curious about toys and lingerie. Yes he may have tabs open on your computer on things for you to wear, but it’s all leather and lace. A few toys here and there, he doesn’t go fully into it like he will but he will happily learn more to pleasure you and please you!

Wear something under your clothing and flash it to him. I dare you. He will not hesitate to drag you away to somewhere private and make you fucking sob. “Wearing something like that? I didn’t think you would find out I liked that kind of thing, master. Mind if you take it off for me?” and then its ripped, whoops.

Nagasone loves your hands and how they deal with the rest of the swords. Loves kissing your fingertips and finger pads, sucking on your damn fingers and smirking as your eyes glaze over with lust.

Oh dude praise dOES something to Nagasone. He loves it when you praise him for doing such a good job when he’s servicing you, tug on his hair. He loves it when you’re rough with him.

If you ask him to be rough with you, you’re not walking for a week. He’ll make sure that you are fucked properly, overstimmed to the point you might just pass out from the pleasure. Pinned down to whatever surface he deems right, kissed until your lips are swollen and sore. Oh Nagasone will not be holding back. He will drag his nails down your back when you cling on to him, your body will be covered in nothing but his bites and marks now.

Is not into choking. I’m gonna put that out there right now. But kinda into collars?

Loves it when you sit in his lap and he’s ramming into you from below. He loves seeing your face when you get worked up like this! He always wants to see your face when you two are fucking, and also sucking on his fingers as he sings nothing but praises about how good you feel. Will also love to sit on your lap whenever he is taking you.

Nagasone will not deny that he has thought about fucking you under a table, your desk most likely. He’s a sneaky little shit and smirks as his fingers find your sex, toying with it until you want to snap. He’ll hate you forever if you do the same to him, expect him to slam you against a wall in frustration and roughly take you right then and there.

After care is simple. Swiftly clean and then pass the fuck out. Nagasone is a fucking furnace of a big dude so you’ll always be warm around him. Maybe he’ll joke that he wants a second round? Who knows, fufu.

[hobidreams]

Husband!Jungkook + 5, 19 😳😳

if you don’t imagine 2019 lotte jungkook while reading this, you’re doing it wrong. warning: roughness & anger ahead.

STRESS RELIEF

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Jungkook jerks away from you as if electrocuted, long bangs falling over his forehead. He’d just been buried in your neck, pressing ravenous kisses to the well of soft skin; his fingers had been roaming the warm skin beneath your oversized sleep shirt, groping a bare breast. Now his eyes are blown out with shock at the violence in your tone.

“Kissing my wife?”

“No, you want to have sex.” You hiss the word with venom dripping from your lips. You glare at him as best you can, so close you can feel his breath as he traps you between his taut, muscular arms and the kitchen counter.

Jungkook’s gaze sharpens. “And what’s wrong with that?”

How do you even begin that exhausting list? For starters, you’ve been waking up to an empty bed for weeks, his heat already long gone by the time you rouse. Gone are the thoughtful texts, the stolen moments of lunch break calls. Dates? Don’t even think about it. The most you’ve seen him in all this time is when he comes home close to midnight, stressed and horny, needing you to help him out. Then he falls right asleep, practically becoming comatose in his slumber when his tension is eased. You feel like a glorified sex toy at this point.

So no, you don’t feel like rewarding him right now. No matter how sexy your husband looks with that hunger in his midnight eyes.

“I’m not in the mood.” It’s an utter lie, but it’s the best you’ve got. You know you shouldn’t be snapping at him, should communicate your concerns like a rational adult, but you can’t help it. The frustration built up over the past weeks beg to be released in an explosion, muddling your good sense because it feels sinfully good to just be pissed off.

He responds to your anger with some of his own, uttering “clearly,” under his breath. 

You could just let it go. You could ease out of his grasp and hide in your bedroom but something about the way he said that damn word ticks you off, like you’re expected to let him have you whenever he wants. “I don’t owe you shit, Jungkook. Even if you’ve had a hard day. I haven’t exactly had a fantastic shift either.”

“I didn’t say you had to sleep with me.”

“You implied it.”

Jungkook grunts with irritation as he rakes a hand through his scattered hair. “Fine. It’s whatever. I’ll just go do something else.” He rips his heat away from your body as easily as he peels off his leather jacket, throwing it over the sofa. He turns on the TV, the light and sound filling your apartment.

What the actual fuck? Is he serious right now? Like hell you’re gonna take this bullshit. 

You stalk over and jam your finger into the OFF button on the remote to Jungkook’s cry. “So what, you can’t spend time with me if we’re not having sex?” You block his field of vision, jab a finger in his direction. “Cause that’s what I am, right? Your cock slut? No good for anything else.” 

The controller Jungkook was holding smashes to the floor. He surges to his feet, eyes blazing. “No. I was thinking that I’d let you calm down. Since something obviously crawled up your ass to make you like this.”

You cross your arms, smirk at the frustration radiating off him. A taste of his own medicine. “Jealous?”

“Fuck yes, I am.” He steps closer. You don’t back away. Pissed, but never afraid. “I’m fucking jealous because I know how tight and wet you are wrapped around my dick.”

“That’s not going to work, Kook.” But your mouth has gone dry at the unbridled desire thickly coating his voice. You hate your body for betraying you at a time like this, when you are so determined to deny him what he needs. But what about what you need? 

“What’s not going to work? What am I doing?” Jungkook’s fingers land on his belt, tapping the leather like a beckon.

“You… You know!” Now you’re fucking furious at yourself, at your lack of self control responsible for the arousal pooling between your thighs. It’s almost that time of the month, you realize as the heat flushes through your veins. That time when all your hormones go haywire and usually, you’re the one jumping him for a taste. He seems to stumble upon that explanation too after some mental math with the dates, biting his bottom lip in a way sexier than any man has the right to be.

“No, I won’t know if you don’t tell me!” 

But your stubbornness won’t let you answer. You despise the thought of admitting just how much you crave him right now when you’re trying to make a point.

He grinds your name, low between clenched teeth. “Tell me. What do you want?”

Your face feels hot. He knows you too well for you to successfully hide anything; especially when you get that look in your eyes, when you squeeze your thighs together as if that could provide relief. You don’t move away when he wraps an around you, guides you backwards until you’re pressed against the wall.

“I thought you ‘weren’t in the mood’,” he growls. “You lied to me?” If there’s one thing he hates…

You crash your mouth onto his in lieu of admittance.

Damn him. Damn him for making you want him when you should be angry. Damn it all because this is the only way you can feel close to him even if you end up alone the next morning yet again.

“Just fuck me already.”

Jungkook doesn’t even hesitate. He yanks down your undies, coarsely flings them aside. His shirt, belt, and pants go the same way with loud crashes, his cock already turgid with dark color and first drops of pre-cum slathered across the tip when it’s freed. He spares two seconds: one to hoist your leg up with a strong, well-built arm, the other to dip a fingertip between your folds to make sure you’re wet.

Then he’s sliding into your cunt.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, his sheer girth brings tears to your eyes, the burn immediate but the pleasure just as palpable. He’ll split you open at this rate, every inch of dick so solid and unrelenting, you seek more. He gets even harder when you whimper, rake your nails across his bare back in retaliation for how weak he makes you.

“So fucking good,” he grunts when he bottoms out, when you’re squeezing him for all he’s worth. He doesn’t pause to savor; just rears back for his first, full thrust. Punctuated by the slap of his skin against yours.

God, it knocks the wind out of you. You whine, the cockhead slamming into your cervix making your thighs quiver. “You said all that shit but look at you. Desperate for more.” Jungkook rarely talks to you like this unless he’s truly gone, pushed past the brink. You have only yourself and your caustic mood to blame.

“Speak for yourself,” you spit back but lose the rest of your will when he doubles his pace. You entire body seems to shudder from the force as he ruts into you, assaults you with sensation and pleasure and oh god, he’s rolling his hips. Abuses your sweet spot to have you melting through any ache.

You know you’ll be sore tomorrow from the way his cock forces your drenched walls to mould to him. Tendrils of hair fly in your face as sweat pricks on his brow from the effort. The sole leg you stand on wobbles, your fingers aching with how tightly you cling onto his bicep, the muscle pulled taut with the strain of keeping you upright. 

“Don’t-” a gasp, “need to-” he dares to smirk, “you’re being loud enough for the both of us.” Fucking brat could give you a run for your money as he pins you even harder against the wall. The pressure in your stomach makes you want to combust, just break apart in his arms. Not like he’ll give you a say in the matter.

You dig your hands into his matted hair. Tug coarsely at the roots but that only riles him up. He thrusts like a man possessed, plunging long strokes with every snap of his body in a way he knows rubs against your clit. “Gonna lose?” He asks with a smirk, and you can’t even respond. You’re too busy screaming his name in climax.

His cum spills into you seconds after but you’re too occupied with the pulsing of your cunt to register the heat of his cream painting your core with him. You both can only muster the strength to hold each other, sucking in air like the fucked out combatants you are

“Look at me. Now.”

You obey the breathless voice, expecting to find more lust or fury but instead his eyes are softened. Emotion swims in that intense gaze, so tender it makes your breath catch. “Don’t you ever think I don’t want to spend time with you,” he whispers, brushing away the tears he brought to your eyes with his thumb as if he could take the burden with it.

“I, just… I miss you,” you mumble, leaning into your husband’s solid chest, let him press kisses to your cheek. You know he doesn’t see you as a sex toy. You know very well he does his best every damn day to save up for your future together.

“I miss you too. So much.” He sighs, regret clear in the exhale. “Those nights I came home late, all I wanted to do was have you in my arms and feel connected to you. I never meant to make you feel used.”

You squeeze your eyes together. “I hate feeling so needy.”

Jungkook looks every bit as wounded as you by the words. “I’m so sorry, baby. I promise, I’ll try my best to be better. I can’t say it’ll all be perfect but… I never want to make you feel like this again.” He returns your kisses on your forehead, dragging those soft lips across your feverish skin. “But you can be as needy as you want, babe.” There’s that toothy smile that makes you melt. “You’re my wife, after all.”

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes. “Couldn’t leave you even if I wanted to.”

Jungkook suddenly leans down, scoops you into his arms bridal-style. “There we go.”

“Jungkook!” You yelp, then can’t help but laugh as you cling onto his neck, feel the dampness still lingering on his tanned skin. Damn it, you love him so much it makes your heart feel like it’s bursting.

He brings his forehead to yours, grinning as he walks down the hallway to your bedroom. “What do you say I make it up to you for the rest of the night, Mrs. Jeon?”

a/n: please always communicate with your partner if you’re having any frustrations 🙈 happy early birthday, jungkookie 💓 i hope you have another exciting year of ruining all of us.

(think what you like about what happens in the bedroom, but i like to imagine jungkook rubs y/n’s back for hours until she falls asleep 🤭)

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

IT’S ALL ABOUT FAMILY HAPPINESS

Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy, this is part of a dream I had last night. Gif credits: @angels-reyes​.

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Every pound is deeper, hitting your back against the wooden door covered by graffitis and signs of all kind. Outside of the bathroom, the rock music is flooding the bar, covering every loud moan you scream out. He's huge and hard, and make a good couple with your tightness. His lips are sucking and biting your throat, making sure he does a mark on it so you can remember him the next morning. Finally, your tongues meet again in a filthy and desperate kiss, without caring about the shortness of breath.

“Oh my fuckin' god!” You cry out against his mouth, with your eyes closed.

“That is what I am to you, uh?” He chuckles, thrusting your body feeling needy for more.

“Fuck your ego!” You gasp in laughs, putting your legs tightly around his waist.

“No, fuck you”. He replies with stroke straight to your soul. 

“Shit... Do it again”. You beg keeping his gaze and feeling the heat consuming you.

And he does. His dick beats you deeper, enjoying the dry sound his abdomen makes colliding with yours. Kissing him again, you press your hands on his nape, feeling how the tickles gets installed on your low belly about to reach the ecstasy. You don't care if he cums inside you, always taking your pill as every morning, so you don't say nothing when his moans get louder too. 

Your hips starting to move, dancing over his cock wanting for more, needing it. He already knows you're close, hitting you faster against the door, thinking for a while that you're gonna destroy it.

“Fuck, Nestor... Don't stop”. You claim biting his lower lip, before letting him find your tongue with his.

Your most pure and natural groan is drowned in his mouth, closing hard your eyes and feeling that you're choking because of the pleasure, when he fills you with the hot cum. Some thrusts before, he lets you rest, supporting his forehead against you. Taking his chin with two fingers, you lick his lips by giving him a tiresome kiss.

Putting your feet on the floor to clean all the mess and putting your clothes well on, he holds you the opened door.

“Ladies first”. He says with a triumphant smile, doing a gesture with his left hand, the same one that minutes before was between your legs.

“What a gentleman...” You joke on him, walking towards the bar.

The old bartender, Erny, is smiling at you seeing how the man goes back to his table with his friends, while you take a seat on the stool. Without asking, he serves two shots of tequila. One for you. One for him. Cheering on air, you two drink with the burning liquid ripping your throat. Shaking your head for a second you stretch your right arm to take the helmet his offering you.

“Tell your tío I need to talk' him”. He says then.

“I will”.

“It's good to see you back home, niña”. The older leaves a soft and dearly caress on your chin, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

Zipper up on your chest, to adjust the leather jacket, you wear the helmet on before having a last look of the man who has made your arrival at Santo Padre something better. You didn't ask for his number, he either, but this is a small town and you're sure you're gonna meet again sooner or later.

━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━

Waking up after all the shots you drunk last night is an odyssey. You feel like shit, and you also look like this. Coughing and trying to clear your throat, you walk out of your room full of cardboard boxes because of the move from Boston, where you were doing your final MIR at the hospital. The smell of coffee is all around the house that, now, you share with your father and your uncle. You could rent a flat or a house, but be with family is always better. Sitting in front of them, the two men open their eyes more. Then, they look at each other.

“You have fun last night, mija?”

“Uh?” You ask serving some coffee in your cup, finding that your father is pointing your throat.

Using your phone to reflect your skin, you see the red and purple bruise in it. Chuckling and licking your upper lip with the toe of your tongue, you shake your head.

“Fuckin' bastard...” You whisper after having a sip of the hot drink, giving you some life. “I fell in love, what can I say?”

Those words impact them, slightly twisting their heads with curiosity. It's the first time in your whole life that you say something like that, and calling their interest on it. Both men leave away his breakfast crossing their arms on the table.

“He was fucking handsome, shit...” You tell them wrinkling the nose, with your cheeks getting red.

“Do you have his phone?” Marcus ask with pursed lips, deciding to have a bite of his toast.

“Nope”. You reply lying against your chair somewhat comfy on it. “But... he is unmistakable and Santo Padre is pretty small. And, shit! I love his braids”.

Bishop splits the coffee staining the table and your shirt.

“Tío, what the fuck?!”

“Did you say... what?” He asks coughing, noticing how your father is between the rage and the shame.

“Braids. I said ‘braids’. Aren't you too young to be deaf or somethin' like, ah?”

Obispo breaks in laughter almost falling from his chair, palming your father's back with no expression on his face. You start to tremble, not sure if you're feeling afraid or what. Licking your lips and putting away the coffee, you want to know what the hell is happening.

“The fucking Nestor!” Your uncle is drowning between long laughs, having to get up wrapping his own abdomen and leaning forward.

“The fuc' is so funny?” You frown starting to feel upset.

“He's Miguel Galindo's head security. My new boss”. Your father's voice is firm and concise, with his black eyes on yours. And now, you want to be swallowed up by the earth. “And we're gonna have dinner with him tonight”.

“With Nes—Nestor?”

“With Miguel!” He yells at you, hitting the table with his fist. “Stop laughing or 'amma gonna punch you in the face, primo!”

“Mierda, estás jodido, Marcus”. (Shit, you're fucked, Marcus). Your uncle can't stop, grabbing his mug to walk towards his room. “Fucking Nestor, what an idol”.

“Papi, I'm so—”.

“I'm gonna shoot him”.

“Dad! What the hell?”

“No, ‘what the hell’ you?!”

“I didn't know who he was! And I'm not going around saying who my father is”.

“I don' wan' you close to him, you hear me, mija?”.

“Why?” You ask raising an eyebrow, supporting your forearms against the edge of the table.

“'Cause he does what he does”.

“You too! And 'am sure the granddad didn't had this talk with my mother”.

Good point. A good one he can't reply. Snorting, the mexican rubs his face with both hands, shaking his head after that. He doesn't say anything else, getting up of his chair to let you have your breakfast alone.

━━━━━━ ﹅ ━━━━━━

Your father opens you the car door, offering you a hand to go out, holding the long white skirt of the satin dress to facilitate your first steps. You're nervous, that's a reality, and Marcus can notice it. With his fingers tangled in yours, you walk towards the front door. The mexican opening it, leaves you some space to come in, being received by his boss.

“Hermano!” He says, hugging your father and palming his back.

“Miguel, she's (Y/N), my daughter”. Marcus, feeling so proud of you, push you sightly into him.

“Nice to meet you, mister Galindo”.

“Call me Miguel”. He says with a gentle smile on his face, narrowing your hand in a salute. “Más hermosa de lo que dijiste”. (More beautiful than you said).

You smile him back, placing the fine gold chain around your neck in a nervous gesture. You have had to do an exhaustive work to cover the bruise on your throat with makeup, and you're praying that it won't fade. With shaky legs you walk on your high-heels being guided by the younger to the living room. The house is huge and luxurious, the kind one that would have a man like Galindo. But when your eyes finds Nestor's, you feel like you don't have any air inside your lungs.

“I need to talk' you, hermano”. Marcus says to Miguel, calling for his attention.

“Sure, let's go”. He replies, putting a hand on your low back. “Sírvele una copa a la señorita”. (Serve a drink to the lady).

“Tequila, if it's okay”. You need it. 

“Didn't you drinking last night enough, mija?” Your father is joking on you, with a serious gesture on his face and a raised eyebrow.

“She's young, Marcus! Let her drink!” Miguel laughs, gesturing to Nestor to serve you. “We will be back soon”.

You stand in the middle of nowhere with your hands behind your back, letting your gaze travel around the living room connected to the kitchen, watching sideaways how Nestor serves the glass, a soft tremble runs through your body. And it gets worse when you feel his fingertips touching your forearm in a ephemeral caress. 

“Thank you”. You mutter taking the drink, unable to look at him, even if he's staring at you. “Last night was sensual... Now is creepy”.

He chuckles shaking his head, putting his hands inside the pockets of the black trousers.

“Your father knows?”

“I'm drinkin' tequila, what 'you think, ah?” You ask then, with your eyes on the horizon through the huge window, and desert behind it. “I'm sorre', I didn' know...”

“It's ok. These things happens”. He says shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, really? You usually fuck your mates' daughters in the bathroom of a bar?” Raising an eyebrow you turn to him with feigned curiosity.

Nestor place his forefinger under your chin, having a look of your neck. Seems like someone is disappointed, whilst you have another sip enough to burn your throat.

“I have never done it before”.

And you believe him, every word, because of a hunch stuck in your chest. And that fact makes you feel more edgy.

(Meanwhile at Miguel's office)

“¿Bromeas?” (Are you kidding me?). The boss of the Cartel is containing some laughters, supporting his waist against the edge of the desk.

“No bromeo, hermano. Solo quiero saber si estás bien con esto. Si mi hija quiere hacer algo, lo hará de igual manera”. (I'm not kidding, brother. I just want to know if you're okay with this. If my daughter wants to do something, she'll do it anyway). He sighs shaking his chin.

“It's okay. If they want to... have something, I can't refuse”. Miguel shrugs his shoulders cross-armed. “It's all about family happiness”.

“Well, I'm gonna torture him a little. I'm sure my daughter already told him, but he doesn't know that you know”.

“This only gets more interesting”.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

“I went outside to ask you for your number, but you left so fast”.

“Yea', I had a meeting at the hospital this morning”.

“The hospital? You ok?”

“I work there”.

He draws a surprised gesture on his face nodding some times, and when you're about to continue talking your father comes back wrapping your waist with an arm. Marcus leaves a kiss on your cheek, glaring at Nestor with his eyes. He swallows heavy with his throat going up and down.

“So, where is your wife, Miguel?” The older asks.

“In Santa Madre, with my mother and Cristobal. The house is all ours”. The man replies, making a gesture with his hand to indicate keep walking to outside.

Sitting by your father's side with a leg crossed over the other, the man places a hand on it, marking his territory. Miguel, by the other hand, sitting in front of both serves some whisky for them. 

“So, tell me 'bout you, (Y/N). Why you left Boston?” Galindo asks, adopting the same position as yours, lying against the back of his sofa.

“I finished my MIR and I miss my home, that's all”. With pursed lips you shrug a little. “My boss offered me to continue here, so I couldn't say ‘no’”.

“Amazing. Which speciality?”

“Emergencies”.

“Wow! Brave! It's the most complicated part of a hospital”. He says, sounding very interested.

“Well... More or less, yea'”.

“And you have fun last night, on your way back home?”

You squint at the man, licking your lips with a funny smile drawing in them.

“Pretty much, actually. I went to a bar regented by a good friend of my family. Got some shots, some beers...”

“And she also...” Your father palms your tight, staring at you causing your heart to skip a beat. “Drove my bike, rai', mija?”

“Ye—Yeah... Right, right, dad...”

“She always loved it, so I gave it to her. She likes to... ride. What can I say? It's something hereditary”. Miguel and your father laugh so rhythmic that scare you.

“Are you single, (Y/N)?”

“Why you ask?”

“Just... curiosity. I mean, I'm sure you broke a lot of hearts when you left Boston”. He comments then, with feigned innocence.

“I don' think so, but you can ask my fan club in the geriatric area”. The men laughs loud again, with your father narrowing your knee gently.

“What do you think, brother?” Miguel turns his head to Nestor, next to the glass door with his hands tangled down by his abdomen in a typical security ward position.

“About what, Mikey?” He asks trying to maintain composure.

“Don't you think she's beautiful?”

“No. I mean. Yes. No. I don' know, I didn't look at her”. You could swear he's sweating, getting worse when your father stares at him.

“Don't you think my daughter is beautiful?” Nestor swallows again heavier.

“Ye—Yes, she is... She is”. He answers cleaning his throat with a fist covering his mouth.

“Then, why did you say ‘no’, ah?”

“I didn't wanna be disrespectful, Marcus. It's your daughter”.

“‘Be disrespectful’...” Your father nods one time, having a drink of the whisky in his hand. 

“Oh, sweet Jesus Christ”. You mutter rubbing your right temple.

Miguel and your father start to laugh again, and now you know what it's happening. He already know and Nestor looks more terrified than before, living in his ignorance. You hit your father's ribs with an elbow, getting up of your seat and leaving the glass with tequila on the table.

“You two are like fuckin' children... Pendejos”. You growl very upset walking towards the inside of the house.

“¡Vamos, mija, no te enfades!” (C'mon, mija, don't get angry!) You can hear your father laughing from the sofa, while you walk straight to the front door, taking your phone to call your uncle.

Closing in it loud, you continue to your father SUV, supporting your back against the huge front of the vehicle. At the third tone, the voicemail talks. Shit. You hang up the call, typing this time Angel's number. He finally answer.

“What's up, mi dulce. Everything is goin' ok?”

“Can you please pick me up at Galindo's house?”

“Yea'course, you okay?”

“Please, get me out of here”. You beg, provoking his laughter.

The front door is opening by Nestor, walking next to you and leaving some distance between both till you finish the call.

“'Amma on my way, gimme' some minutes”.

“Thanks, Angel”. You sigh rubbing your forehead with the head down.

“'You leaving?” He asks confused and cheerless.

“Yeah. My hangover doesn' let me deal with bullshit”. You reply somewhat angry. He nods biting his inner lip, looking away. “Listen, I'm sorre'. I didn't mean to give you tro—”.

“Mikey says he's okay”.

“About what?”

“About us. And your father's too. Well, he actually told me that if I make you cry, he's gonna tie me to his car and run me by the desert”. Typical of Marcus, overprotecting. “I'll finish... tomorrow at seven. By evening. If you want... we can go somewhere”.

Raising you gaze at his, finding it in somewhere, you can see he's feeling a little shy. Alcohol always makes everything easy.

“Are you tryin' to fuck me in another bathroom?” You ask then, getting up from the car whilst he's chuckling because of your words.

“Who knows? Maybe. You enjoyed it a lot”.

“You too. My father freaked out when he saw your bruise in my throat”.

“But you don' have it”.

“I'm using makeup to cover it, genius...” You roll your eyes, walking towards him as he does to placing his hand on your lower back.

“So... tomorrow at eight?” A triumphant smile is making an appearance on his lips, before pressing them against your in a dearly kiss, leaving some caresses on your back.

[koi-has-joy]

Make Me

There are 2.3k words and I spent DAYS on it. Any feedback would be appreciated!!!

My sad attempt at smut.

Bakugo x Fem!Reader, degrading, smart-ass comments, breeding kink, scratching, biting, any other warnings you want? DM me.

        Speaking against your lips in a low growl he said “Do you know who you’re fucking with right now?”

        “Well nobody yet,” you giggled at your boldness before you continued “want to make me say your name, you’re going to have to work a little harder darling.”

         “Oh, I’ll make you scream it. Now get on your knees.” he barked as he finally closed the small gap between your lips. His tongue dominated yours immediately. 

        “Make me.” you said in a sinful tone. With a smirk he grabbed you below your knees and threw you over his shoulder like a doll. One hand holding you in place, the other to his side as he carried you from the living room into the master bedroom of his house. Setting you down in front of him before sitting on the bed with his hands behind him to hold himself up as he leaned back expectantly. “What? You want me to do something?” you weren’t really asking, just testing his dominance. With a groan he rolled his neck around to look at you.

         “Last chance princess, or you’ll get no mercy tonight” he gave a look that was making your cunt ache with need. Crossing your arms in a final boast of defiance he chuckled. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’ll be surprised if you can walk tomorrow, or the rest of the week for that matter.”

         “Is that a threat I hear Katsuki Bakugo?” quirking an eyebrow as you leaned towards him. 

         “Oh no baby, that’s a promise.” He spoke confidently as he gripped your wrist from across your chest and pulled you onto his lap. Straddling his hips you wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you into a searing kiss. Grinding down onto his clothed erection you started running your fingers through his blond locks. Once you found a nice spot you gave a small tug and smirked into the kiss as his head jerked back.

          Caressing along your thighs earned him a roll of the neck and a slight moan. Finally reaching your inner thigh he looked up at you, “Look at me,” glancing down towards his beautiful red eyes you whimpered as you watched him lick against your folds. “you’re soaked, what a good slut. So needy for me.” Hooking his arms around your thighs he pulled you closer to the end of the bed to hungrily devour your cunt. Prodding and licking in and out of your tight heat.

            “We’re playing like that? Okay baby, I’m game.” His words like fuel to your fire as his callused hands roughly grabbed handfuls of your ass. 

           Eliciting a whine as he very slowly moved his hands to the to the button of your jeans. Kisses getting more and more deep as he skillfully undid the button and began to slide the harsh fabric down your thighs. Breaking the kiss and pushing you off his lap to stand in front of him he ripped your panties down along with your tight jeans before standing up and discarding your shirt as well. Cupping your face as you stood naked before him. He broke his dominant stare, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he trailed off only to shift his hands down to your hips before that commanding smirk returned to his features. “but my my, what a brat you are.” With an animalistic grunt he flipped you onto the bed. Laying on your back you watched with bated breath as he took off his shirt before kneeling between your legs that were spread just enough for him to be there and started kissing, sucking and licking up your legs, leaving nothing untouched. 

          You found purchase in his hair as you pulled and pushed him to where you wanted his skilled tongue. The hisses and moans leaving your mouth seemed more and more frequent as he felt your walls clench around his tongue. “You gonna cum? Just from me licking your pussy? Fucking whore, cum then. Cum in my mouth.” With his lust driven demand he began to rub harsh circles against your clit. Your back arched off of the bed as you pushed your sex harder onto his face. Vision blurry, face red and thighs clenching around Katsuki’s face, you came hard. 

           Still panting, lost in your own high you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend had stripped himself of his jeans and boxers. Taking in the sight in front of you, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, looking him up and down. “Like what you see, princess?”

           “Hardly:” you rolled your eyes and scoffed. 

          “Oh really? You should wipe the drool off your face then.” He chuckled low in his throat. Crawling up your exposed body until his hard on was directly in front of you, he used his hand to push the head of his cock toward the drool you had tried hard to ignore, all you could smell was the strong scent of caramel and cologne. “Time for you to return the favor, baby.” you turned your face to show that you wouldn’t dare give in at this point, he hasn’t broken you yet. Leaning so that he was whispering in your ear he said, “Oh no bitch, that wasn’t a suggestion.” Grabbing your chin he forced you to look at him. Using his other hand to guide his length between your lips, you opened your mouth a little more than he was expecting. “That’s it, good girl.” Burying himself to the hilt he took in the appearance of you. Eyes watering and beautiful pink lips wrapped around his member. The sight alone filled his lust for you. Putting both of his hands in your hair to get better control, he began to roughly piston in and out of your drooling mouth. 

            Hearing the “gak gak gak” your throat made as a mixture of spit and his precum fell past your lips sent his thoughts into a frenzy of lust. Pulling you off of his cock with a thick line of drool connecting his member to your lips he flipped you onto his lap. “Fuck yes, fuck me Suki!” you mewled as you fixed yourself directly above his member. 

            “Awe, that was cute. But I think you can do better.” He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, forcing you toward him. In a low voice he said “I want to hear you beg.” Biting your earlobe he began to slowly kiss his way down your jaw. Wanton moans filled his ears, egging him on to continue his ministrations. Feeling you writhe and thrust yourself against him he decided to bite down onto your neck, eliciting a loud yelp to break the chain of sinful noises escaping you. Using his other hand to play with your breasts he took your nipple between his calloused fingers and began to roll it. Just the way he knew you loved it. 

            “Done being a brat already? Are you ready to take my cock? For me to fill that pretty little pussy?” you whimper as he slid the head along your folds. 

            “Sh-shit, baby please! Stop being a tease and fuck me until I can’t walk” you were shouting now, barely able to rationalize your thoughts enough to form sentences. The lust clouding your thoughts made you think only of Bakugo, only of his cock, only of how he made you feel. Shifting so you were sitting just above his member, on his chiseled abdomen. So close but yet so far from what you wanted, you even felt his erection against your back-side.

             “You’re so fucking tight. Shit, y/n” A harsh slap echoed through the  room as Katsuki still thrust violently into you. Liking the way you clenched around his cock he smacked your ass again.

              “Ah-” you hissed “fuck. I can’t-” leaving red trails all along his back as you attempted to coax him into fucking you. The heat in your core becoming too difficult to subside, you were breaking. 

            As if he could sense your unraveling so he captured your lips into a bruising kiss. Opening your mouth to give him dominance it was hot, sloppy and full of lust. Not allowing you to speak, let alone breathe between his demanding lips. He moved both of his hands to your hips, ever so slightly lifting you off of his abdomen and above his member as he used one of his hands to line himself up before he dropped you onto his throbbing cock. You saw stars as you broke the kiss to put your chin on his shoulder, allowing you to relax until Katsuki began to thrust upward into you. Drawing out curses and moans directly into his ear as he relentlessly fucked your tight hole.

          “Ahh, yes. Thank you sir!” Halting all movement you whined as Bakugo processed what you had just said.

              A smirk plastered across his face as he pushed you by your shoulders to lean back in order for him to look at your bright red face and lidded eyes. You turned away embarrassed to meet his gaze. “Don’t get all shy on me now princess.” Flipping you onto your back he began a more ruthless pace inside you. “ Do it again.” he seductively whispered into your ear. “Call me sir.” A rush of heat filled your chest as you felt yourself winding into a tight coil that needed to snap. 

          “Fuck- yes, thank you sir. Please! Sir, make me cum!” you clenched your walls tighter around his throbbing member as you met his thrusts as best you could. Moving one hand to your aching bundle of nerves, the other to your breast you began to get yourself off. “Oh my god, sir! Fu-” you were shushed by his sudden hand over your mouth. Stilling his movements he gave you a daring look.

            “Did I say you could get yourself off? Or that you could touch yourself? Better yet, what’s mine?” Growling, he forced your hands off of yourself as he positioned you so your ass was in the air and your face was in the sheets. “Now, be a good girl. And thank me.” You heard a faint popping sound before a harsh smack landed on your ass. Writhing beneath him you pushed your ass back towards his cock, silently begging him to fuck you. 

              “Thank you, Sir. But please, fuck me.” You were begging, pleading with your eyes and the tone of your voice as he stared at you with hungry eyes. Without saying a word he landed another harsh smack to your other cheek as he buried himself to the hilt in your dripping hole. “Thank you Sir” you shrieked into the sheets. Using your hands to wearily push yourself upward to meet his thrusts you could hear him panting. Was he holding back his climax just to make you beg?

           Swapping his searing spanking for a vice grip on your hips he began to slow his pace. Languidly pulling out of you almost completely before inching himself back in. Looking over your shoulder you saw his eyes fixed on the area where you were connected. 

        He loved the way he disappeared inside you, as well as the wanton moans and curses that left your mouth during these moments. Capturing your stare he spoke so calmly.  “I could cum, right now, just by the sight of how well your cunt takes my cock. I could fill you up with my thick juice, you’d like that wouldn’t you y/n? Hah?” Slowly rolling his hips into you he could feel you clenching around him, drawing him deeper into your core. “Well today is your lucky day. I’ll do just that baby. Get ready.” he warned. 

            Pounding into your core once again his hand circled your waist to your clit as the other kept its grasp on your hip. “Yes, yes, yes sir! Fill me up, please! I want to feel full, full of you sir.” Hearing a powerful growl rumble through bated breaths, as Bakugo licked a stripe up your back, leaving purple marks here and there. Rubbing increasingly harsh circles on your clit and moaning into your ear he was willing you towards another release. The coil in your chest begging to snap just before you heard a gruff cum from a slutry voice and you broke. Clenching brutally around his cock you came. Stuttering in his harsh thrusts he wasn’t far behind. Still circling your clit to continue your high until he hit his before slowing both his fingers and his thrusts. Hot spurts of thick liquid filled your abused insides.

          Pulling out of your slick he watched as his cum began to drip out of your wrecked cunt. Sweat covered both of your bodies but that didn’t stop either of you from collapsing onto the bed as if you were drained of all life. Bakugo wrapped his arm around your waist, nuzzled his nose into your neck and intertwined his legs with yours before he spoke. “You know, I think you’re whole brat thing is fake as fuck. You just like the idea of being used by me.” 

           “Hmm, maybe. Or maybe I just don’t like being told what to do?” You pushed your hips back toward his now soft member. 

          “Oh-ho, but you were such a good girl for me. Or do you forget who you’re talking to?” You could hear the cockiness in his voice and just imagining his smug look got you riled up again.

            “Mmm, I know who I’m talking to Sir.” you feigned innocence as you felt his member begin to harden. “But man, am I sore. Goodnight Suki!” you clasped your arm around his and snuggled back into his chest leaving him with silence and a semi. 

       “You’re gonna pay for that brat.” He chuckled as he hugged you tighter before sleep overcame you both.

[getitinbusan]

Jungkooks full sleeve photo is the most coveted and valuable picture in the industry. Every photograper is waiting for him to slip up and show some skin. Hired by Dispatch to catch him when he's most vulnerable, will you be able get the money shot? 18+ Smut

Exposed

Scheduled to go last, Jungkook nervously stood watching Taehyung finish his session. Not only was the concept of the shoot strange for him, the photographer was also really sexy,  the guys had spent the day texting back and forth about her. Of course Tae had nailed it, they were looking for raw sex appeal and vulnerability but Jungkook was afraid all he could pull off was cute baby bunny. 

The next comeback was supposed to be about ego and personal identity, basically them stepping out of their fan assumed contrived personas. A more grown up take on their image was in order, and Jungkook just hadn't been able to figure out who he really was yet, let alone how much of himself he was ready to reveal.  

"Thanks Tae, you're a superstar" you high fived him as he gathered his stuff to leave. Jungkook apprehensively approached introducing himself.  His hair was long and wavy and his stylists chose a wardrobe of a loose fitting button down with ripped jeans and black combat boots. He looked delicious but it was a look you'd seen a million times on him in every other magazine spread.

"You look nervous Jungkook, what can we do to fix that?" His shy smile made him look so young. "I'm just not used to this type of shoot, I don't know if I can do sexy," he giggled at his own words.

Perhaps pulling him out of his shell would be harder than you thought, "I think we're going to be ok." You pushed his hair back a little and stared at him, "It's not the sexy that's lacking here, it's your confidence Guk. Sorry, is it ok if I call you that?" He nodded, "So where do you want me? You knew exactly where you wanted him but didn't want to make it look calculated.

Looking around the set you mused out loud, "I shot Tae on the couch and Jimin felt comfortable doing his in the shower so why don't we get you to take the bed" his eyebrow raised and his lips pursed together. "I heard you may be a bit shy so I ordered a closed set. It's just us okay? Why don't you go and just hang out on it and I'll get the lights set up." 

You looked over and he was laying on the bed texting, taking your time you wanted him to relax.  

Group Chat 

J.K: She is HOT. Her skirt is so short, holy shit. I have to shoot on the bed, should I make a move? Did anyone? 

Jimin: I made sure to "accidentally" splash water on her white shirt while I did my shower shots. She seemed immune to my charms 😞

Jin: We had to do ours outside too many people watching to openly flirt. 

Yoongi:JK, I'll give you a million won if you can get through your shoot without cumming in your pants. 

RM: So disrespectful, she's a professional. Those tits though 👌

"Are you ready to start?" You asked trying to pull his attention away from his phone. "Yeah,  I think I'm ready now." Moving around the room with the camera you tested several angels as he posed, laying back, leaning over, grabbing the pillow.

Shaking your head you weren't satisfied, "Jungkook, when you're at home relaxing do you wear combat boots?"

He laughed, "No, especially not while I'm laying on the bed." Walking over to him you bent down and started undoing his boots, "What about that shirt? Does it need to be buttoned right up? Maybe we could lose a few?" You threw his boot across the room, "May I?"

You asked tugging at the toe of his sock. "Ahhhh you're one of those foot people" he chuckled. "Well I'm not, but if I was, your feet are actually pretty nice." He blushed turning his attention to his shirt, "is this better?"

Leaning over you crumpled the sheets around him, it was 100% intentional that your breasts just happened to be in his face while you propped the pillow under his head. His hand moved swiftly to pull his shirt over his growing hard on, he was fucked and he knew it. 

"Looking better," you coached his posing as you snapped off a few more shots. "Just better?" he sounded disappointed that he couldn't pull sexy off for you.

"Will you trust me Guk?" You asked him as you stood up on the bed over him. Gulping hard he nodded, he wasn't sure what you had planned but being as he could see your panties he was sure he wouldn't mind. 

You set the camera down beside him and leaned down to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. Exposing his chest and abs you let out a subtle hiss, "well, that's something. Close your eyes okay… trust me, this is going to make the shot incredible."

Closing his eyes his brain went into overdrive trying to figure out what you were up to. Goosebumps took over his body when he felt you straddle his lap, your hands moved through his hair disrupting the perfection and your chest pressed softly against him as your mouth connected with his. His lips were soft and his tongue worked quickly to gain entry into yours. He was about to wrap his arms around you, when you stood up and grabbed the camera.

Snapping just as he opened his eyes in wonder, "What the fuck was that?" holding up the digital screen you smiled proudly. "This Jungkook, is sexy.  Look at your face, you look totally needy and unravelled. "Taking the camera out of your hands he inspected the photo and smiled. It certainly wasn't a side of himself he'd ever seen before. "Shall we continue then?" you asked. "I'm yours, use me however you see fit," he conceded.

"I was really hoping you'd say that," resuming you stance over him you took control. "Let's show them you're a man now, it's time for everyone to accept that you have desires, I'm going to put my leg in the frame and I want you to run your hands over it like you want me." Closer than before, he could now see your panties had little pink polka dots adorning them, "shouldn't be a problem" he muttered under his breath.

You egged him on, the camera clicking frame after frame, he was getting totally lost in the moment. Sitting up he wrapped his arm around your thigh and brought his face as close as he could to nestle beside your mound.  "Fuck Kookie, stay just like that but move your other hand so it's resting on the bulge in your jeans."

His mind was swimming with dirty thoughts as you spoke so frankly. You'd gotten him into a zone, was he just posing or was he just as turned on as you?

The answer came soon enough as you felt his hand move under your skirt. His fingertips ran over your wet panties and you could feel his breath on your thighs, "Is this sexy?" He asked while brushing his nose into your clit, "It's amazing Guk," Hooking his finger into the elastic he pulled your thong to the side and his warm tongue lapped against your folds. "That feels really good baby but we still have to get a few more shots. Let me take care of you okay?"

You tried to back away from his mouth but he got in a few last greddy sucks before detaching his lips and wiping off his chin. "You should have left that there, it would have made a great addition to the pictures."

He grabbed you around the waist pulling you on top of him  "Let's put it back then." You had to stay focused, "Can we take some with your shirt off?" You began running your hands over his chest, kissing his abs. He was hesitant, 

"I'm not supposed to show my tattoos, management won't let me." Moaning you sat up and took your shirt off, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

He couldn't help but stare at the metal piercings that ran through each of your nipples. "I don't care what anyone thinks about my piercings, I did it for me and for my pleasure, who gives a shit about anyone else's opinion. These tattoos represent you, you should be proud to show people who you really are."

He sat up with you still straddling his lap and let you push his shirt off down his arms. Your fingers traced over the details as you admired the artwork over his bicep.

"This is sexy, you having the confidence to do what you want with your body." Kissing your breasts he was lost in the empowerment you were giving him, "Do you know what I really want to do with my body?" You couldn't help but smirk, "I want to fuck you and I want you to take pictures while I do it." 

"That's one way to get the shot, fuck Jungkook I didnt think you would be so into this." Grabbing him away from your chest you pushed him flat on his back. You let your hands and fingertips admire his body before they made their way to his zipper.  Pulling it down slowly his cock strained against the elastic of his black boxers. Palming him gently you grabbed the camera with your free hand and took some pictures of him, "These are phenomenal Kookie, why don't you take the camera while I put your cock in my mouth." 

Pulling his boxers down just enough to free him, you smiled, "how the hell do you manage to look so innocent when you're walking around with this in your pants?"

His dick was a smooth honey brown that curved upwards, thicker than you thought he'd be with a beautiful cut tip. You saw the flash and looked up at him, "This ones for me." You weren't often the subject of photos but Jungkook was a photographer too and he'd decided two could play the game of directing the shot.

"Wrap those lips around me and fucking suck it," God you loved dirty talk. He wrapped your hair around his hand pulling it off your face, "that's beautiful, eyes up here,  look at me while you're choking on it."

Abandoning the camera to get lost in the pleasure, he fell back on the bed. Popping him out of your mouth he whined at the loss of sensation, "You want more Kookie?" he nodded. Laying on top of him you sucked marks onto his neck, "You want me to ride your beautiful cock?"

He still had his pants on, laying vulnerable, bare chested with his dick out begging for attention. Pulling your panties to the side you lined him up with your entrance and sank him deep inside you. The gutteral moan he let out was animalistic, he was so far gone in pleasure that you'd never seen a more beautiful surrender. He was calling out your name as you snapped pictures of his ecstasy,  sweat making his skin glisten under the set lighting.

You abruptly got off him, "why do you keep stopping?" You laughed at his desperate voice, "I want you completely naked Jungkook, I'm not done with you yet." He eagerly moved to get the rest of his clothes off and grabbed you so your bodies were pressed together.

He stared at you for a minute, tucking some hair behind your ear, "Why are you staring at me?" He smiled, "I want to capture this picture with my memory," he kissed you softly on the lips. Just as you started to blush at his tender response he smacked your ass and said "flip it over, I'm using the camera for this one."

Grabbing your waist firmly you laughed and squirmed as he wrestled you onto your stomach. "All fours babe," he commanded as you complied wiggling your ass at him, "I'm really into the bold side of you Guk." Positioning himself behind you he gave you a hard squeeze as he stuffed his dick back inside you.  He was rough with his thrusts and little cries left you every time he bottomed out. The curve of his dick had his head rubbing into your g spot perfectly, the pleasure and pain brought you to orgasam quickly as you clenched around him milking his cock as he came hard inside you.

"Hold still," he demanded, grabbing your camera you could hear the clicks, "so fucking beautiful." Laying down together spent he pulled up his final shot, his cum was dripping out of your pink abused pussy. "I think this one's my favourite."

As much as you wanted to lay here in post coital bliss, you still had a job to finish. "This is it, the final shot, Jungkook all fucked out." You arranged the top sheet to just cover his tired cock, pubic hair peeking out, muscular tattooed arms on display, sheets disheveled, hair wild and a grin that could only be caused by one thing.

"That's a wrap" 

[world-of-aus]

Behind the Screen (Part 18)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count:3,421

Warnings:18+ it’s just smut y’all THAT’S IT. 

Author’s Note: I’M BACK (the series is back lol) so sorry for the delay y’all and i probably say that a lot but that’s just who i am. So that y’all won’t be confused (if you read this) there has been a time skip from the last chapter to know. Not to long of a time skip, but you’ll see. I hope you enjoy!

Part 17 / SERIES MASTERLIST

Soft rugged hands crept up your side, fingers dipping down into the warmth of your inner thighs squeezing the tender flesh there.  “Buck,” you murmured sleepily eyes still closed, “s’too early” Warm lips pressed to your exposed shoulder a shiver rolling through your spine, a low chuckle falling from his lips.

“I know baby” he coos, “you sleep,” he murmurs pressing open mouthed kisses into your skin, fingers gliding up your warmth, “I’ve got something more fun I’d like do instead of sleeping,” he grinned, his fingers meeting the black lace of your panties.  

Your biting back a tired moan, panty clad ass pressing back onto his erection.

“Baby, seriously, it’s the one time we’re not being asked to be up early, go to sleep,” you groaned fingers wrapping around your pillow tighter, your head burrowing deeper into the silk shams.

“C’mon doll,” he murmurs lips finding the sweet spot behind your ear, “let me play,” a nip to your ear has your hips rolling.

“You played all last night Buck, or did you manage to forget,”

He chuckled lowly trailing kisses down the side of your neck, “how could I forget, you were so good for me baby” he murmured, “so good,” your pussy clenched in anticipation as his fingers trailed up the slit of your folds, finger catching on the lace. Your eyes remained closed as he continued to move up, his fingers tracing the material of the tops of your panties. Your stomach muscles twitched beneath his touch, your whole body quivering when his hand dipped beneath the lace.

“Buck,”

He pressed a kiss to your neck, “go to sleep baby, daddy’s going to have some fun,”

Laughter was falling from your lips, your cheeks turning pink, “oh my god,”

“What,” he questioned laughter falling from his lips, “why are you laughing?”

You shook your head, face rubbing against the pillow, “you know exactly why I’m laughing Barnes?”

“I’m not daddy anymore,” he teased, “was it a heat of the moment thing, a one time deal?”

Your turning your head to look at him over your shoulder one eye cracked open, “I didn’t say it to be teased you big oaf,”  

His hand slips from your panties to grasp at your chin, “m’ not teasin you doll,” he grins as he moves closer to your parted lips, “I actually liked hearing it fall from those gorgeous lips of yours, really got me going,” he murmured his warm breath ghosting over your lips, erect cock digging into your plump backside.

“You know it got me thinking,” he whispers, the words sending a shiver rolling down your spine.

“What?” you questioned breathily.

“What name would get you going?” He murmurs, his tongue flicking out over your bottom lip.

“I-” the words are catching on your throat, because you had never thought of it, yeah you had read many pet names that Bucky calls his lovers while rolling in the sheets, but you had never thought what might get you going.

“Shall we find out?”

Both your eyes are opening then, sleep a distant thought as his fingers leave your face trailing your naked skin, goosebumps arising in his fingers wake. Your breath hitches in your throat as he dips smoothly into your panties.

His fingers are running over the slit of your folds his mouth finding you ear, “you know baby, I’ve always wondered what pet name would get you soaked for me,” the term of endearment had you rolling into his hand seeking out friction.

He chuckled lowly breath ghosting over your ear, a shiver rolling through you, as your hips rolled up, “now, now angel,” patience he murmurs, “I'm going to make you feel real good.” His finger dipped into your sopping wet folds, dragging up slowly, a breathy moan fell from his lips, your eyes shutting at the sound. “fuck sweetheart, your so wet, fuck,” he groaned, his naked hips rolling into your side. His finger sought out you throbbing clit, digit circling the bundle of nerves agonizingly slow.

“Bucky,” you breathed, your voice already wrecked and he hadn’t even done the half of what he wanted too.  

“Tell me what you want princess,” and he waits to see your reaction, a hitch in your chest, a roll of your hips, your warmth twitching around him.

“Please,” you moan, your body thrumming with want as his index finger sits heavy on your aching clit.

“please what,” he questions breathily, teeth nipping at your ear.

“Buck,” you whine, he chuckles lowly, “just say it doll, just tell me what you want,”

“please touch me, please baby please,” you groaned.

A growl falls from his lips, his lips finding their way to your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Your mouth drops open, a moan slipping past your parted lips, his finger circling your clit rhythmically. Your hips are rolling against his touch, your hands sliding up your body to grasp at your exposed chest, fingers pinching your pert nipples. Pleasure blooms within you, your orgasm fast approaching, “fuck doll, I love seeing you like this, so needy, so wanting,”

“Bucky please,”

He nips at your chin, “tell me angel,” he grins feeling your body tremble under his hands, “finger’s buck,” you moan, “I need your fingers.”

“But you already have them sweet girl.” he coo’s teasing.

“Buck,” you whine drawing out his name in a low moan, “please.”

Bucky knows what you want, what you need, but he also likes to hear your breathy whines, the pleas that spill from your lips. He likes to hear you beg.

A whine is falling from your lips as his fingers pull away from you, leaving the confines of you panties, slick wet digits trailing up your quivering form. His lips are back at your ear, “do you trust me,”

Your head turns, eyes meeting his, “of course I do, you need to stop asking me that,” you laughed breathily.

“Just making sure baby,” he murmurs leaning in close to press his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. He leans up on his arm, his body going over yours as he looks for something on his carpeted floor. Your fingers run up and down his spine, a tail of goosebumps arising. He pops up rather quickly the black silk scarf wrapped around his fingers. “You going to blindfold me again?” you grinned, thighs clenching in anticipation.

A smirk pulls at the side of his mouth, “was thinking something better, he murmured as he adjusted himself so he was straddling you, thick cock sitting heavily on your abdomen. Your hands reach down to wrap around his length but his left hand stops you, both your hands locked in the cool metal. You look up at him with doe eyes, “no touching sweetheart,” you raise a brow, “that’s the name of this game,” he murmurs as his other hand brings the silk scarf around your bound hands. His fingers work quick as they wrap the silk around your hands, tight enough to not escape but not tight enough to hurt. Your watching him with intensity in your eyes as he pulls your hands above your head, his chest just above your head as he secures you to the headboard. You lean up as best as you can your tongue peeking out as your run it up the expanse of his chest, he chuckles above you, as he pulls away from you, “what did I say?” he teases.

You're giving him a toothy smirk then, “you said no touching,” you pull at the restraints, “but you didn’t say anything about using my mouth,”

His eyes gloss over with lust, “don’t worry angel, you’ll be using your mouth quite a bit tonight, but for now daddy’s going to have some fun,” he grins. You watch with baited breath as he slides down your legs parting them with his hands as he settles between them. He wastes no time as he buries himself between your legs, mouth pressing into your lace panties, tongue running over the wet fabric. Your back arches, hands tugging at the restraints, “f-fuck Bucky,”

“fuck baby, you smell so good,” he grunts nose burying itself against your warmth, “can’t wait to get my mouth on you, to my finger in you,”

“oh god please, please bucky, please”

He chuckles, as his hands skim up your sides, fingers hooking around the tops of your panty, he pulls roughly the fabric ripping against your skin. His face is finding its way between your legs again, his tongue dips in dragging across your entrance till he’s flicking up against your clit, the tip of his tongue circling it. Your chest heaves as breathy moans fall from your lips, your thighs clenching around his head the pleasure blooming within you, building up.  Bucky's hands take ahold of your thighs pushing them open, spreading you out for him, your back arches, breast pushing into the cooled air as his tongue flicks teasingly in and out of your soaked folds.

Your hands curl around the tight restraints pulling, fingers wrapping around the silk. His mouth works over you, taking you higher, alternating between your clit and your dripping entrance.  

“Bucky fuck,” you moan, “please.”

He continues to work you over, moans of pleasure falling from his lips, the vibrations leaving you quaking in his hold. Your fingers find their way into his hair, your eyes glancing down at him the sight alone leaving you a breathless mess. He glances up his ocean grey eyes connecting with yours. His arms wrap around your spread thighs pulling you into him more, his lips work faster, tongue gliding quicker as he works you over. A loud moan falls from your lips as he quickens the pace, his name falling from your lips in a silent prayer as your grind  up against his mouth. A moan catches in your throat, his lips finding your clit as he sucks harshly, his tongue working over it with quick strokes. Your pussy clenches, body heaving as the intense pleasure washes over you. Bucky doesn’t stop as he works you through your orgasm his tongue continuously flicking over you, dipping into you to suck up your juices. Your vision goes white, hands pull at the restraints as your body locks up.

“Holy fuck,” you choke out thighs trembling against his body, Bucky chuckles deeply as he moves up your body kissing up your sweat slicked skin. He looms over you eyes hooded with lust, a small smile on his glistening lips your juices hidden in his stubble. Bucky leans down his lips hovering just above yours, you lean up wanting to taste him, to taste yourself, but he’s pulling away at the last second. A pathetic whine leaves your lips, “Bucky please,”  

He grins leaning down, “you want a kiss baby, want my lips against yours?”

Your nodding frantically as you lean up again, his lips crashing onto yours as he sends your back to the pillows beneath you. He drinks in your moans as he works his tongue into your mouth, your sweetness resting heavily on his tongue as it dances with yours. He pulls his head back slightly, your lips chasing his, “Bucky,” you groan head falling back to the pillow as he leans to far out of your reach. He’s smirking down at you, “don’t worry baby you’ll get what you want soon enough, right now I have other plans for that sweet mouth of yours,” he murmurs as he runs his thumb along your lower lip. “Suck,” he whispers watching with lust filled eyes as your lips part wrapping themselves around the thick digit. Your tongue swirls around his thumb, “fuck,” he groans his thumb falling from your mouth with a wet pop. He makes his way up your body, his cock rests just above your chest as he adjusts you.  

A shaky breath falls from your lips as you watch him wrap a hand around his leaking erection, he moves up a little more, the tip of his cock right by your lips, “open,” he commands, your mouth parts, tongue peeking out. His hips move forward as he brings his length down onto your tongue. You look up at him through your lashes as you lean forward, the tip of your tongue swirling over the head of his cock. A low groan falls from his lips  as yours wrap themselves around his thickness, his hips surging forward has you sinking lower on his length until your nose brushes against the hairs nestled around the length of him.

“fuck, f- fuck sweetheart,” he grits through his teeth, head falling forward, as he lets out a shaky breath

He’s pulling back then, your tongue dragging along the underside of his cock, till just the tip rests in your wet mouth. A low groan falls from his lips, “god that mouth,” he growls his hands finding their way into your hair as he pulls you down onto his length. His head falls back, a low groan bubbling from deep within his chest, “fuck y/n, just like that,” he grunts, “fuck those lips,” he growls.  Bucky’s initial thrusts are slow, tentative, but he gradually picks up the pace in which he fucks your mouth. Your jaw falls slack, tongue flattening along the bottom of his cock. The moans that are falling from the man above you has your pussy clenching around nothing, the sheets beneath you dampening with your slick.

Prayers of your name are falling from Bucky’s lips his hands tugging you away. Your looking up at him through hooded eyes, spit slicked lips enticing the man. His thumb runs over your lower lip, “can you untie me now,” he’s shaking his head as he scoots down your body, his lips finding yours, “not yet sweetheart, I’m still playing,” he kisses you once, twice, before he's moving down your body once more, his body resting between your thighs. His hands find there way to your heated core, finger dipping into your slick warmth, “fuck y/n,” he murmurs eyes mesmerized by your juices coating his finger. He drags it through your folds till he finds that bundle of nerves that will have you writhing for him once more. His fingers run over your clit, your back lifting off the bed at the barely there contact, the pressure not enough.

His finger leaves your aching clit, a low whine falls from your lips, “Buck pl-” but the plea get caught in your throat when he’s thrusting that same finger into your warm heat unexpectedly, finger curling against that sweet spot, that has you crying out his name. Your hips are rolling against his hand, it’s not enough, you need more, and you can’t help the needy whines that fall from your lips.

“you’re so beautiful doll, always so good for me,” he mumbles as he adds another finger into your awaiting heat. The second one is enough to send your body off the sheets as he plunges them into you, restraints digging into your skin as he curls the two digits up against your g-spot holding them there fingers thrumming within your heat.

“f-uck baby y-yes,” you hiss hips working themselves down onto his fingers, Bucky will never get over how breathtakingly beautiful you looking fucking yourself onto his fingers, he almost doesn’t have enough self-control to not just take you then and there, but he’s not ready for this night to end just yet.

He picks up the pace as he fucks his fingers into you roughly, his other hand finding its way in between your legs as he works over your clit. Your body is thrumming with release, your thighs tense as they lock his hands between your legs, “open up for me baby, I want to see that pretty pussy when you come undone for me,” he growls pressing them open again.

Your body grows warm with release, nails digging into the skin of your bound hands he draws you closer, “fuck, fuck, fuck please” you moan as he circles your clit roughly fingers stilling as they press into you once more, thrumming within you.

A moan tears from your lips as your orgasm rips through you, your thighs quivering in Bucky’s hold, “g-god f-fuck” breathy moans spill from your lips as his fingers work you through the peak of it, his finger circling your clit again, your body twitching in his hold. There’s part of you wanting to get away but there’s also another part seeking out that second wave of pleasure.

He builds up a quick rhythm, one that has your back arching, hands pulling roughly at the restraints as he pushes you into another one. A scream of his name is falling from yours lips as you suck in a breath chest heaving. He pulls his fingers from you leaving an emptiness behind, the one circling your clit remains, rubbing softly against the all to sensitive part, your hips squirm beneath him trying to get away, “too much, too much” you moan.

He grins as he nips at your hip, your body twitching, he kisses his way up your stomach, and god do you need him, to wrap your arms around him as he drives into you. “Bucky please untie me, I need to touch you,”

He pauses just below your breasts tongue gliding along the sweat slicked skin there, your tugging at your restraints again, “please,” you groan, “baby please untie me, I need to touch you,” and the feeling to feel his skin beneath your fingertips is almost too much, eyes glossing over slightly, because you need him.

He moves quickly the second he sees your eyes gloss over, he’s thinking he’s gone to far, but the second your hands fall free, their finding there way to his face, pulling his lips down to yours. Desperate groans are falling from both your lips, a plea of “fuck me please,” spilling from yours as he lines himself up with you sliding into your warm heat, the drag and stretch enough to bring on another orgasm. “fuck baby always feel so amazing around me, f-fuck never going to get tired of feeling you wrapped around me,” he groans through clenched teeth.

Your hands wrap themselves around his shoulder, legs tangling around his waist, a smile pressing to his lips. Your both lost in the feeling of each other, as he thrusts forward into you, his arms are encasing you, holding you close as he thrusts into you, building up a steady rhythm his length sliding in and out of you, building up the pleasure. Your fingers are digging into the skin of his back as you draw closer to your end, “you think you can give me one more baby, cum for me one more time,” he questions moaning into your ear, a shiver rolls through you “I want you to cum with me baby, need you to cum for me,”  he groans as his lips find yours.

Your body tightens around him as he pounds into you, your body trembling under his as your orgasm rips through you one last time, his muscles clenching around you as his releases finds him, cock twitching as he spills into you.

You hold him to you as you both ride out the aftershocks of pleasure, his head resting against your sweat slick chest, its quiet in the room as you come down, the only sound is that of both your labored breathings.  

“happy anniversary,” he breaths, and your body stills beneath him, a breath catching in your throat.

His head pulls up slowly, a chuckle falling from his lips at your confused state, “b-buck what?” you questioned caught off guard. His hand reaches up to cup your cheek, “it's been a year sweetheart,”

Your brows furrow in confusion, “no,” your murmur shaking your head, “we’re a few months short of actually being a year, you’re a little early babe.”

He’s shaking his head then as he pulls himself up to level himself out with you, “sweetheart, today was the day that I found out what you did behind the screen of that computer all day,”

Your mouth drops open, “h-how did you remember that?”

His thumb runs over you parted lips, heart swelling in his chest because he is so in love with you, “I remember anything that has to do with you, I love you so much doll, so fucking much,” he murmurs lips pressing to yours.

PART 19

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