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carnalcrows · 2 months ago

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BABYSITTER - THE SALESMAN

pairing: the salesman x male reader

synopsis: When a broke college student takes a babysitting gig, he signs up for snack time and bedtime stories—but ends up with bloodstains, cryptic employers, and an unsettling crush on the kid’s disturbingly hot dad.

content warnings: 18+, bottom male reader, blackmailing, blood, anal, breeding, creampie, missionary, mating press, dubcon, mentions of kidnapping, too much plot

word count: 5.2k (good lord)

It was a typical Wednesday afternoon when you found yourself perched in the corner of the campus café, a half-empty cup of cold coffee sweating onto the table beside your laptop. Bills, tuition, and the general weight of adulthood had a way of pressing down on your shoulders, leaving you in a constant state of mild panic. You scrolled through job listings with the desperation of someone clinging to a lifeboat.

Barista? You had already been rejected twice due to your “lack of experience.”

Retail? They wanted you available on weekends, which wasn’t feasible with your study schedule.

Dog walker? Allergic to fur.

The list grew more depressing as the minutes ticked by, until one particular post caught your attention:

"Babysitter needed. Flexible hours. Payment upon services rendered. Serious applicants only."

There was no company name, no attached image of a smiling family, not even a hint about the age of the child you’d be babysitting. The simplicity of it screamed sketchy, but the promise of payment dangled in front of you like a carrot on a stick.

“Desperate times,” you muttered, clicking on the post.

The application form was equally bare-bones, asking only for your name, availability, and a short paragraph about why you wanted the job. You quickly typed something generic about being responsible and good with kids, then hit send without much hope.

To your surprise, you received a reply almost immediately.

"You’re hired. Start tomorrow at 3 PM. Address: [Redacted]."

You stared at the screen, bewildered. No interview? No background check? Either this was the world’s most desperate parent, or you were walking into a scam. A friend texted you moments later, asking if you’d found a job yet, and you decided to leave out the details when you replied,

"Yep, starting tomorrow."

The afternoon sun was scorching as you made your way up the steps of the quaint suburban house. The place had a sort of storybook charm—a neat lawn, pastel shutters, and a small porch swing swaying lazily in the breeze. If it weren’t for the suspiciously vague job listing you’d answered, you might have thought you were walking into a feel-good rom-com instead of a potentially shady situation.

You knocked on the door and waited. Seconds ticked by. You shifted awkwardly, glancing over your shoulder as if expecting hidden cameras. But just as you were about to knock again, the door flew open with surprising force, revealing a little girl standing barely taller than the doorknob.

“Hi!” she exclaimed, her voice so cheerful it nearly gave you whiplash. “Are you the babysitter?”

“Uh… yeah,” you replied, startled by the sheer intensity of her enthusiasm. “That’s me.”

“I’m Su-an,” she said proudly, puffing out her chest. “Come in! I was just having a meeting with my council!”

Before you could even ask what she meant, she grabbed your hand and tugged you inside. The house was warm and cozy, if a little cluttered, with toys scattered across the floor and crayon drawings taped haphazardly on the walls.

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“This is Mr. Snuggles,” Su-an announced, holding up a ragged teddy bear with one ear chewed off. “He’s the president of my council.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, nodding solemnly. “And what does the council do?”

“Important stuff,” she said, narrowing her eyes like she was letting you in on a state secret. “Like deciding who gets cookies after dinner. Also, they voted to make you the assistant.”

You blinked. “I don’t remember running for office.”

“Well, you didn’t,” she said matter-of-factly. “But Mr. Snuggles said you looked like you’d be good at it.”

Before you could protest, she shoved the bear into your hands and pointed to a tiny table covered in a chaotic mix of crayons, plastic teacups, and a single half-eaten cookie.

“Sit,” she ordered. “The council meeting is starting!”

---

The rest of the afternoon unfolded in a whirlwind of nonsensical games and increasingly bizarre ��council decisions.” At one point, you were ordered to wear a paper crown (which barely fit) and were dubbed the “Official Snack Prince.” Your royal duties included distributing Goldfish crackers and ensuring everyone—stuffed animals included—got an equal share.

“You’re actually pretty good at this,” Su-an said, eyeing you critically as you handed Sir Fluffington his crackers. “Better than my last babysitter.”

“Oh?” you asked, curious. “What happened to them?”

“They couldn’t handle the council,” she said gravely.

---

After the meeting adjourned, Su-an decided it was time to “train” you in the art of hide-and-seek. You played along, even though she kept hiding in the same spot: under the dining table, her giggles giving her away every single time.

“Found you again!” you said, crouching down to peer under the table.

She gasped, genuinely shocked. “How are you so good at this?!”

“It’s a gift,” you deadpanned, earning another round of giggles.

---

When hide-and-seek got old, she declared it was “dance party time.” She dragged you to the living room, where she plugged in her favorite playlist on an ancient speaker. The first song was a pop hit you vaguely recognized, and before you could even protest, she was already twirling around like a whirlwind.

“Come on!” she yelled over the music.

“I don’t dance,” you started, but she shot you a look so devastatingly adorable that you had no choice but to join in.

What followed was ten minutes of the most ridiculous dancing of your life. Su-an moved like she was powered by pure chaos, flailing her arms and jumping around, while you attempted something resembling the robot. She laughed so hard she tripped over her own feet, and you had to catch her before she face-planted into the couch.

---

As the day wore on, you found yourself genuinely enjoying her company. She was smart, funny, and had the kind of boundless energy that made you wonder if kids ran on caffeine instead of juice boxes.

By the time bedtime rolled around, you were exhausted. Getting her into pajamas was an ordeal—she insisted she couldn’t sleep without her “lucky socks,” which turned out to be mismatched and buried at the bottom of her toy chest. When you finally tucked her in, she stared up at you with wide, sleepy eyes.

“Will you come back tomorrow?” she asked, clutching Mr. Snuggles to her chest.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “I’ll be here.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

---

As you made your way back downstairs, you felt a surprising sense of accomplishment. Babysitting wasn’t what you’d imagined yourself doing, but something about Su-an’s infectious energy and genuine joy made it worth it.

You tidied up the living room, stepping over plastic dinosaurs and rogue crayons, and couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. If every day was going to be like this, maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad after all.

---

And so, your days with Su-an became a routine. Every afternoon, she greeted you at the door like an excited puppy, launching into a new scheme or game. One day, she decided you were a dragon and she was a brave knight. The next, you were her art teacher, helping her draw increasingly absurd animals like “dog-o-sauruses” and “cat-icorns.”

One particularly memorable day, she tried to teach you how to braid her hair. It did not go well.

“Why are there so many strands?!” you groaned, your fingers tangled in her hair.

“It’s easy!” she said, giggling. “You just go over, under, over, under!”

“You sound like a cryptic math teacher,” you muttered, earning another round of giggles.

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The days passed in a blur of laughter and chaos, and soon, you found yourself looking forward to your afternoons with Su-an. She made you forget about your stress, your bills, and your endless to-do list.

Still, a question lingered in the back of your mind: where was her dad during all of this? But for now, you were content to let the mystery be. After all, it was hard to worry about much when you had a six-year-old demanding you be her “Royal Snack Advisor.”

It was one of those rare evenings when the air felt just right—not too cold, not too warm, with a soft breeze that carried the faint smell of grass and distant barbecues. Su-an had begged to go to the park after dinner, and you’d caved, eager to get some fresh air and give her a chance to burn off her endless energy.

“Push me higher!” Su-an squealed as she swung back and forth, her legs pumping excitedly. You stood behind her, laughing as you gave the swing a gentle push.

“Higher, huh? What are you trying to do, touch the clouds?”

“Maybe!” she shouted, giggling as the swing reached its peak.

The park wasn’t crowded—just a few other families and joggers scattered around. It was peaceful, the kind of evening where you could almost forget the strange tension that sometimes hung around the house, the questions you tried not to ask about her father’s late-night comings and goings.

But the peace didn’t last.

As you helped Su-an off the swing and she dragged you toward the monkey bars, a commotion near the edge of the park caught your attention. At first, you thought it was just a group of people arguing—a not-uncommon sight in the city. But then you saw him.

Your heart stopped.

There, in the dim light of a flickering street lamp, was a man—the man. His tall frame was unmistakable, even in the shadows. He stood over a small group of disheveled, huddled figures, who you quickly realized were homeless people. A plastic bag lay torn at his feet, loaves of bread spilled across the ground.

He wasn’t just standing there. He was stepping on the bread.

Your breath caught as you watched him stomp down with deliberate, almost mechanical force, grinding the food into the dirt. The homeless group stared in silence, some in shock, others looking away as if too defeated to protest.

“Isn’t that Daddy?”

The innocent question cut through the haze of disbelief like a knife. You snapped your head down to look at Su-an, her wide eyes fixed on the scene with a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“No,” you said quickly, your voice sharper than you intended. “It’s not.”

“But—”

Before she could finish, you crouched down and gently placed your hands over her eyes. “Let’s go, Su-an. We’re leaving.”

“Why can’t I look? What’s wrong?” she whined, squirming in your grasp.

“Because it’s not safe,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady as you picked her up and started walking away, her protests muffled against your shoulder.

Your mind raced as you carried her toward the car. What had you just witnessed? That couldn’t have been him—could it? But the silhouette, the way he carried himself—it was all too familiar.

You buckled Su-an into her car seat, doing your best to distract her with promises of ice cream and cartoons when you got home. But even as she babbled happily about her favorite flavors, your hands trembled on the steering wheel.

By the time you got back to the house and put Su-an to bed, your heart was still pounding. You paced the living room, replaying the scene over and over in your head. The way he’d crushed the bread underfoot—there had been no hesitation, no anger, just cold, calculated precision.

Who does that?

And more importantly, why?

The house was silent, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards as you shifted on the couch. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but between your classes, assignments, and Su-an’s boundless energy, exhaustion had taken its toll.

It was the sound of the front door slamming that jolted you awake. Disoriented, you blinked into the darkness, the faint glow of the kitchen light casting long shadows across the room. Footsteps echoed through the hallway—heavy, deliberate, and nothing like the hurried, near-silent ones you were used to from the man of the house.

You sat up, your heart beginning to race. Something wasn’t right.

When he appeared in the doorway, your stomach twisted into a knot. His usually pristine white shirt was drenched in blood, the vivid crimson staining the fabric and dripping in thick, uneven streaks. His face was ashen, his dark eyes wild and unfocused, like a man teetering on the edge of something you couldn’t name.

“Wh-what happened?” you stammered, instinctively backing away as the metallic tang of blood reached your nose.

“It’s not my blood,” he said curtly, his voice gravelly and sharp.

As if that was supposed to make you feel better.

“That doesn’t answer my question!” you said, your voice trembling despite your attempt to sound firm.

He staggered toward the kitchen, his movements unsteady but purposeful. Against every ounce of self-preservation screaming at you to stay put, you got up and followed him.

“Are you hurt?” you asked, your tone softer this time.

He didn’t respond, instead gripping the edge of the counter as if to steady himself. The dim light overhead cast harsh shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more unapproachable than usual.

“Sit down,” you said, surprised by the steadiness of your own voice.

He turned his head, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten. For a moment, you thought he’d ignore you, but then he surprised you by obeying. He sank into one of the kitchen chairs, his movements slow and deliberate, as if every step cost him.

You grabbed a damp cloth from the sink, your hands trembling slightly as you wrung it out. You weren’t sure why you were doing this—why you weren’t running out the door or calling the police. Maybe it was the way he looked, like a man who had seen too much, or maybe it was the faint vulnerability hiding behind his hard exterior.

“This... isn’t normal,” you muttered, more to yourself than him, as you began wiping the blood from his face. The cloth came away dark and sticky, and your stomach churned.

“You shouldn’t concern yourself with things you don’t understand,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a warning edge.

You paused, meeting his gaze. His eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them, filled with something unreadable—a mix of exhaustion, anger, and something else that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I’m here,” you said, almost defiantly, as you moved to clean his hands. “So I’m already concerned.”

He didn’t respond, but the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease ever so slightly.

The silence between you grew even heavier, the only sound now being the soft movement of the cloth against his skin. Your hands were shaking slightly as you worked, wiping the blood from his face, his hands, but his eyes never left you. They were intense—piercing, almost as though he were searching for something in your expression.

You couldn’t look away for long. The tension in the air thickened with every passing second, your heartbeat picking up, each thud echoing loudly in your ears. It was like being drawn into a web you didn’t fully understand but couldn’t escape from, no matter how hard you tried.

When you finally stepped back, giving him space, you thought you’d be able to breathe again. But then, his hand shot out, quick as lightning, wrapping around your wrist. The touch was firm, deliberate, sending an involuntary jolt of electricity through your veins. You tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. His fingers were cold against your skin, but the intensity in his eyes made your heart race.

"Why are you helping me?" His voice was low, gravelly, and for a moment, you wondered if he was testing you—seeing if you’d reveal the truth, or maybe if you’d run.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, but your pulse was hammering, and you couldn’t ignore the way your body reacted to his proximity. The heat between you both felt suffocating. His touch was grounding, yet it stirred something dangerous inside you. “Because someone has to,” you replied, your voice steady, though you could feel the words slipping off your tongue more as a defense than truth.

His gaze deepened, darkening in a way that sent a chill down your spine. The air between you was thick, electric, as if there were an unspoken promise between you both—a promise you knew you were too afraid to fully acknowledge. Then, before you could even react, he pulled you in close. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair with a force that made your breath catch in your throat.

And then his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was a collision, desperate and overwhelming, like a dam that had been holding back too much for too long and was finally breaking free. His kiss was messy—almost violent—as if he needed to consume you, to claim you in a way that made your knees weak and your thoughts scatter. His lips were demanding, his teeth grazing your bottom lip in a way that made your body tremble.

You should’ve pushed him away, told him to stop, told him that this was wrong. Your mind screamed at you to break free, but your body betrayed you, leaning into him instead, matching the fervor of his kiss. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you even closer, his grip tightening. Your breath was ragged between kisses, and your pulse pounded in your ears as the world outside of the two of you seemed to vanish.

When he pulled away, just far enough to catch his breath, your lips were swollen, your chest heaving. You couldn’t think. All you could feel was the lingering heat of his touch, the undeniable thrum of desire that still buzzed beneath your skin. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was something in them—something dark, dangerous, but...hungry.

His lips curved into a smirk, and it sent a jolt of unease running down your spine, mingled with something else, something deeper.

“You’re in over your head, kid,” he said, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down your back.

The words should’ve been a warning. They should’ve sent you running. But instead, they only lingered in the air between you, wrapping themselves around you like a noose. You should’ve known then, but you didn’t want to listen.

And for the first time, you realized: you were already tangled up in his web, and maybe—just maybe—you didn’t want to escape.

The obsession grew in subtle ways. You’d arrive to find unexpected gifts waiting for you on the kitchen counter: a sleek leather wallet, a watch so expensive you didn’t dare wear it, a bottle of cologne that smelled like a storm breaking over the ocean.

When you tried to protest—“This is too much” or “I can’t accept this”—his expression would shift. His jaw would tighten, his eyes darkening with something that made your chest tighten.

“Take it,” he’d say, his tone brooking no argument. And you’d always comply, your words catching in your throat as he gave you a look that said refusing wasn’t an option.

Your feelings about him became a tangled mess of contradictions. Every instinct screamed that something about him was wrong. The blood, the cryptic way he spoke, the chilling bread incident in the park—they all painted a picture of a man you should stay far away from.

But then there were the moments that left you reeling. A lingering glance, a brush of his hand against yours, the way he could soften—just slightly—when he saw you with Su-an.

The first time he kissed you, you felt like your world had been turned inside out. It was sudden, overwhelming, and left you breathless. His lips were rough but urgent, like he was staking a claim rather than asking permission. And when it happened again—and again—you didn’t push him away. Instead, you found yourself leaning into him, craving the heat of his touch despite every rational thought telling you to run.

But his obsession wasn’t content to simmer beneath the surface. It began to consume him, bleeding into the delicate balance of your day-to-day life.

He started showing up during your babysitting hours, a presence that was impossible to ignore. At first, he’d just watch from the doorway as you played with Su-an, his dark eyes following your every move with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine.

Then, his involvement escalated. He’d dismiss you early—always with some excuse about needing to talk to you. But the moment Su-an was out of earshot, his demeanor would shift. He’d pull you into his room, his hands firm but not rough as he guided you inside.

“You’re spending so much time with her,” he’d say, his voice low and rough, tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “Don’t forget who’s paying you.”

His lips would crash against yours before you could respond, his kisses urgent and messy, as though he couldn’t stand the thought of you being anywhere else but with him.

The final straw came on a night like any other—or so you thought. Su-an had already gone to bed, and you were tidying up the living room when your gaze drifted toward the slightly ajar door of the man’s study. It was a room he rarely used in your presence, a space he kept locked most of the time.

You hadn’t intended to snoop. But the door was open, and your curiosity, already inflamed by the strange events surrounding him, got the better of you.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather and faintly bitter cologne. The dim lighting cast long shadows over the mahogany desk and the shelves lined with books and files. One particular folder caught your attention—it was open, papers spilling out as if hastily shoved aside.

Your heart sank as you picked up the first page. It was your class schedule, neatly printed and highlighted. Beneath it were receipts from your favorite coffee shop, notes about your usual order scribbled in the margins.

And then there were the photos.

They weren’t candid shots taken on the street or at the park. They were intimate, the kind of photos someone would take if they were watching closely—too closely. You recognized the outfits, the moments. One was of you laughing as you pushed Su-an on the swings. Another showed you sitting on a park bench, earbuds in, entirely unaware of the camera.

The air in the room felt too thick, like it was choking you. Your fingers trembled as you shoved the papers back into the folder, heart hammering in your chest.

“What the hell is this?”

The words left your mouth before you even realized he was standing in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the light from the hall. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with something intense.

The folder in your hands felt heavier than it should have, its contents seared into your memory. Photos of you, notes about your life, details no one should know unless they’d been watching you for far too long. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at him, standing so calmly in the doorway as if this was all perfectly normal.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped further into the room, his movements slow, deliberate. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing you in with the man you were starting to realize you knew far less about than you’d thought.

“I warned you,” he said, his voice low, almost soothing. “I told you not to go looking where you shouldn’t.”

“This—this is insane,” you stammered, backing up until the edge of the desk pressed against your hips. “Why do you have these? Why are you—”

“You don’t get it, do you?” he interrupted, his tone softening as he drew closer. His gaze was unrelenting, pinning you in place. “I’ve been watching over you. Protecting you. You’re... important to me.”

“Protecting me?” you shot back, your voice breaking. “This is stalking. This is obsessive. This—this isn’t normal!”

He stopped just a breath away from you, his height and presence overwhelming. His eyes, dark and piercing, searched yours for something, though you couldn’t tell what. Slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek.

“I can’t lose you,” he murmured, his voice almost breaking. “Do you have any idea what you mean to me–and to my daughter? You’ve become... everything.”

The warmth of his touch sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. Your body tensed, torn between the instinct to pull away and the undeniable pull of his closeness.

“Stop,” you whispered, though your voice lacked the strength it should have had. “This isn’t—this can’t—”

But he didn’t stop. His other hand moved to your waist, firm but not forceful, as he leaned closer.

“You keep saying it’s wrong,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath warm against your lips. “But you don’t push me away.”

His lips brushed against yours, testing, as though giving you one last chance to stop him. But when you didn’t move, when your breath hitched and your hands gripped the edge of the desk behind you, he took it as permission.

The kiss was slow at first, deliberate and searching, as though he was memorizing every inch of your mouth. But it didn’t stay that way for long. His hand slid up to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

You gasped against him, your hands instinctively gripping his shirt. The heat of him, the sheer intensity of his presence, was dizzying. When his teeth grazed your bottom lip, you couldn’t suppress the small sound that escaped you—a sound that seemed to ignite something in him.

His movements grew more desperate, more consuming. He pressed you back against the desk, his body caging you in as his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down to the sensitive skin of your neck. The scrape of his stubble sent sparks of sensation racing down your spine, and you couldn’t help the way your head tilted to give him better access.

“You drive me insane,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough, almost guttural. “Do you even realize what you do to me?”

You swallowed hard, your mind racing even as your body betrayed you, leaning into him. His hands gripped your waist, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of your shirt, and you shivered at the contact.

“This... this isn’t okay,” you managed, though the words came out weak, shaky.

“No,” he agreed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His gaze was dark, filled with something you didn’t dare name. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t want it.”

The words hung between you, heavy and charged, as he leaned in again, his lips claiming yours with a hunger that left no room for argument. And though your mind screamed at you to stop, to push him away, your body betrayed you, pulling him closer instead.

His hand slowly trailed to the hem of your sweatpants, lightly tugging on the strap, you flinched when his cold hand suddenly went under your boxers.

“We shouldn’t be doing this– Su-an might-” you were interrupted with his other hand covering your mouth.

“Hush now, this room is soundproof,” he merely stated before harshly pulling your pants and boxers down with one tug. He then picked you up and placed you on the desk, pushing aside all the files and paper, which now seemed so insignificant.

“You’re hard. Are you still telling me you don’t want this?” He questions, his warm breath fanning your ear. You shuddered at the feeling, not knowing what to say, or what to do.

Before you could form words, he wraps his hand around your aching cock which was standing erect, partly due to the cool air, and partly due to what was happening.

His movements were minimal, slowly moving his hand along your shaft, while his other hand fetched a packet of lube from his back pocket. Where he managed to get that, you couldn’t tell.

He ripped the packet with his teeth, and spread the substance all over his fingers, before swiftly flipping you over, so that your ass was facing him.

Before you could utter a word of process, he had slipped a lubed finger in you. A wanton moan left your mouth at the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck–don’t stop, please,” the man only smirked at this, slowly sliding in another finger, and then another. Three of his fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, and oh, it felt heavenly. His other hand held you up just a bit, to keep you from falling off the study desk.

Your hands gripped onto the desk, frantically trying to keep yourself upright, but to no avail. You kept slumping off, the pleasure being too overwhelming.

“Stay still for me pet, that’s it–good boy,” the praise went straight to your dick, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Soon, the man determined that you had been prepped enough, and removed his fingers. You whined at the sudden emptiness, wanting to feel full once more.

He stared at your twitching hole, clenching around nothing. The sight did nothing but turn him on even more.

He removed his belt and cast it aside, while tugging down his pants and boxers with a sense of urgency. He easily flipped you over with his strong arms, now getting a clear view of your already fucked-out face.

He merely grinned, and before you could respond, he slid into your awaiting hole. You gasped at the intrusion, the head of his cock bullying its way into your hole. He groaned feeling the way you clenched around his length.

Without waiting for you to adjust, he fucked into you like an animal in heat, holding your legs in such a way that your knees where at your shoulders.

The new angle made his length hit your prostate with every thrust, making your head fall back on the table, a loud moan leaving your lips.

The man was savouring every single reaction, every little noise you made. “Such a sweet little thing,” he cooed. “Can’t even keep a straight head while getting fucked, hm?”

The only thing that left your mouth was a string of garbled noises. Your brain had quite literally turned to mush with how well he was fucking you.

Soon, you felt your orgasm wash over you like a waterfall, but the man didn’t stop. Instead, he fucked into you harder, a bulge forming in your stomach with every thrust.

He lightly pressed on the bulge, which made you squeal– the overstimulation doing too much to your head.

He kept rutting into you until he felt his climax. When it came, his thrusts slowly started to stutter. Without warning he emptied his load in you, painting your gummy walls white.

He kept you on the desk, without pulling out as you whimpered, feeling so, so full.

With your mind in such a disarrayed state, you didn’t notice him slip a small ring onto your finger.

“Now you can’t leave me–or Su-an, ever. Poor thing needs a mother after all.”

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sleep-0-deprived · 6 months ago

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Dom! Yan professor x himbo reader imagines~! ໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა

Just imagining your biology professor being a total hard ass, rude and unkind to every student he’s ever had and giving out the most excessive amounts of homework daily, as soon as he met you something sinister had awoken inside him. The way you’d smile at him all stupid wearing shorts that showed to much and jogging pants that let him see the side profile of your cock during the first day of meeting you had this man losing it.

Just imagining you staying back after your college classes, you being freshly twenty three and scraping by if not failing every class you took, only making it to college on a sports scholarship with you staring and blinking at your professor all class. Yandere professor, just imagining him watching you from the corner of his eye the whole class, his hands moving on auto pilot only able to think about you and how you blink dumbly at him while he teaches making him speak up “is something wrong Mr L/n?”

Just imagining you getting stuck after class in tutoring sessions all hours of the day because he claims “I’m just trying to help you achieve better [name]” he’d utter those words so sincerely it would keep you oblivious while he stares at your ass and your pecs, bitting his lips when you lean in your chair showing him the perfect peak of your body having this man insane having to excuse himself for a moment during your sessions while he goes and “fixes” the situation between his legs.

Just imagining Yandere professor who rubs up against you grabbing and touching your body all over at any chance he gets with close proximity, slowly over time building trust off of his age and status, him pushing mid forties and freshly divorced. Just imagining him bringing up chats about his golden retriever just to twist your oblivious trust into something else, making you feel special whilst he gives you all the attention you could ever dream of with the intent of getting you all to himself wanting to possess and keep you like a boy toy.

Just imagining Yandere professor who asks you for “favors” claiming he’d make sure you passed all your classes, that you’d never have to worry about losing your scholar ship. He’d have your face in his crotch with your mouth wide open engulfing his cock all flushed in the face with teary eyes holding his thighs. Oh how he almost felt sorry for those poor girls that drooled after you during your games….almost, but having your mouth stuffed full of cock asking “am I doin good E’nough f’you sherr” while you soured your words with spit making slurping sounds just trying to please a good grade out of him.

Just imagining Yandere professor who does random dorm checkups on you, making you stay over at his apartment the nights your frat bros throw parties, not standing for the thought of some sorority girl getting her manicured hands on you, you were His and he’d fuck you so good that you knew it. Two glasses of wine later sitting in his apartment with your hand gripping the counters in shambles “s-ir!” All you can repeat over and over is his name speaking it like a prayer to your messiah feeling a drunken man going at it fucking you so hard the sounds start buzzing together and the over head light in his kitchen blurs under your pupils.

Just imagining Yandere professor who had your legs spread wide open sitting leaned back on his desk eating your ass out like a starving man. Gripping your skin and kissing your pucker, practically making out with your rim and letting you ramble on cluelessly about your plays and strategies, whining about how “the coach is placing me as Qb this year!” While you grip the back of your professors head looking down at him just blinking and getting comfy when you see him having no intentions of letting you go since him being able to work your body and play with you however he liked was part of the “conditions”

Just imagining your grades going from a fifties and forties across the boards to becoming a straight A+ student having all of your friends asking how you managed to swindle that, having your fiends wanting to know your secret while one of them asks “all those time you’ve been ditching, you must be going off to secretly study huh!” Your closest buddy just laughs and nudges you during practice unable to tell him that you’ve been whoring yourself out to the most hated teacher on campus.

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sleepyangelkami · 6 months ago

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more vi plss!! (and reader is a pillow princess)

SAY IT .vi

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 1.5K

VI (ARCANE) X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - vi calls you exactly what you are, a pillow princess and in efforts to prove her wrong, you only end up proving her right. but that's fine, because that was all she wanted.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, dom!vi, sub!reader, pillow princess!reader, fingering (r.receiving), praise kink, dumbification, dirty talk, alternate universe, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

it started off as a joke.

a simple joke that left your girlfriends lips. you'd been laying on your stomach across the sitting room sofa, words mindlessly falling from both your lips as you flipped through a magazine. she sat man-spreading across the arm chair, controller in hand. you always said she loved her video games more than you, but she'd always deny.

then you heard it, the joke spewing from her lips with a smirk on her face. "yeah, okay, pillow princess."

instantly, your head snapped up from your magazine. your glittery pen that you'd been circling clothing with dropped from your pretty fingers. "i'm not a pillow princess."

vi seemed to sense your distress. she set the controller down as the game conveniently ended. "well, i'm not saying there's anything wrong with it." she leaned back against the armchair, resting her hands behind her head. "i love that you're a pillow princess, believe me."

you wouldn't believe how many times she'd gotten off just by thinking about it. you were so good for her, so responsive. she hardly had to touch you and you were falling apart. sure, she loved watching your head between her thighs as you whimpered into her but there was nothing more she loved than watching you, hearing you. all of it.

you seemed butt hurt by the joke.

but vi swiftly changed the conversation, noticing the furrow of your brow.

vi knew how sensitive you were, how easily you took everything to heart and she didn't want you over thinking this. and her tactics proved right, by five minutes later you were showing her a pretty top you'd spotted on the coloured pages.

you didn't think much of it at first. in fact, for the next while, you didn't think of it at all.

perhaps you had too much in your head to contain so much information, you told vi that was why you talked so much.

it wasn't until vi had you pinned down against the bed, making out with you, that the moment popped into your head again.

you almost shut it out on accident, then it clicked. vi was kissing you deeply, her hands dragged at your hips, pulling and kneading the skin while you passed heavy breaths through your lips, kissing her back just as hard.

and suddenly, you had this urge to prove her wrong.

vi felt you shift, letting you take the lead.

she felt you turn you both over, you landed in her lap and suddenly, she was the one against the bed. her brows shifted in amusement. "what's this, baby?"

you shifted your hair to one side of your head so it didn't get in the way, you weren't really used to things like this. "jus' trying to prove something." you mumbled before reaching down and kissing her lips.

don't get me wrong, vi loved the feeling of you kissing her, whatever way you sat, laid or stood, on top or not. but she couldn't seem to shake the amusement as your mouth left hers, leaving a trail of kisses against her neck. "this have something to do with that joke i made before?"

your lips stopped momentarily at her neck, eyes gazing up. "'m not a pillow princess."

vi didn't understand why you were so adamant about it.

there was no shame in it. on the contrary, she adored it.

"yeah?" her brow cocked and she was looking at you this way that had you nodding, suddenly unable to speak. "y'sure, sweetheart? cause if i remember correctly..." suddenly, you were being flipped over again, beneath her all over again. "you quite like sitting there all pretty 'n taking it."

you could feel her hands trail down past your waist, kneading your thighs in her hands. "v-vi, 'm trying to―" you were cut off by the breath being caught in your throat.

vi's hand had trailed up your skirt, her fingers dancing over your panties. "you're trying to what, sweet girl?" you felt her fingers rub against your clothed clit. "c'mon, use your words f'me."

"vi!" you whined, feeling her fingers against you. she wasn't being fair, you were supposed to take charge but how could you think about anything when she was touching you like that?

a soft laugh left the girls lips as she pushed your panties aside, fingers gentle against your swollen bud. "love it when you whine like that."

you could only look up at her with your tinted hot cheeks.

she began to press gentle kisses against the nape of your neck, fingers trailing down to your hole, she rounded her fingers against you, collecting the trail of your slick across her digits. she made a fake gasp noise. "'n look how wet you are already." she couldn't help but smirk. "good girl."

two single words that set you off every time.

a gasp left your lips as she slipped her two fingers inside you at once. you suddenly moaned with pleasure.

vi was like a drug. every time she touched you, you found yourself addicted, begging and chasing for her to praise you. you'd do anything to please her but luckily for you, that meant just sitting there and taking it. you truly did wish you could be less 'responsive' but vi wouldn't take it any other way. her favourite thing to do was turn you dumb with her mere fingers, maybe even her strap.

your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, feeling her fingers pound against your sopping cunt. "please, vi." you moaned out. "please don't stop."

"yeah? wanna be my good girl again, huh?" nudging your face with her nose, littering kisses on your cheek.

you could only whimper out with a nod. vi had this way of making you feel like you were high on magic. you couldn't help but want her in every way.

"then say it, angel." fingers pumping in and out, embarrassing squelching sounds bounced off each wall of the bedroom. "say you're my pillow princess."

she was met with a mere whine of dissatisfaction from you.

she feigned sympathy with a coo. "awh, i know, baby. my poor girl, jus' so mean, aren't I?" but the girl didn't care much for your whining and whimpering, she'd get you to say it before you came. "but you gotta say it, yeah? don't want me to stop do you?"

you pursed your lips closed. "mm-mm. please don't stop." you practically panted out, you could almost feel frustration build in your water line. "nnghh― please, vi!"

"four words." is all she whispered back, her palm grazed against your clit every time her fingers pounded into your entrance. "know you can say it, pretty girl. jus' need me to make you all dumb, don't you, baby?"

a whimper of her name was the only thing that left your lips, eyes screwing shut.

"close, sweetheart? 's now or never, baby. say it or i'll stop."

the feeling was knotting in your stomach, ready to unravel. you didn't want to but you knew better than to cum without following orders.

so you forced the damned sentence to pass your lips. "'m your pillow princess."

and a coo only fell from the magenta haired girl. "awh, know you are, sweet girl. see? my good girl always listens, doesn't she? huh?" vi tended to ask you questions while knuckles deep in your pussy, she knew you couldn't utter a single word. "you jus' need me to make your poor pussy feel all good, don't you?"

a breathless, "uh-huh." was her answer. "'m close!"

"yeah? gonna be good f'me 'n say please?" of course, vi had to make you beg for it.

"please!" you practically squeaked out as your back arched against the bed.

a chuckle left her lips. "you can do better than that."

and you really, definitely could. but vi had made you all dumb, exactly her plan. "please let me cum, vi. please, need it so bad. please." you repeated the word please in little whispers, unable to hold back the knot in your stomach.

"you're such a good girl, 'course you can cum, baby." she felt your spongy walls suddenly tighten around her fingers. "that's it, sweetheart, cum all over vi's fingers, 's a good girl."

vi pumped her fingers in and out of you, letting you ride out your high like she always did until you were squirming away from her.

she leaned against the bed with a self-loving smirk on her face, hardly glancing your way. you laid next to her, chest falling and rising as you panted out breaths. a beat of silence passed until you spoke up. "vi?" turning your head to her.

"yes, my pillow princess?" she teased.

instantly, a frown fell on your face as you crossed your arms over your chest. she wasn't being fair. "i was gonna say something, now i'm not speaking to you."

"oh, come on." she lifted your face by her thumb to make you look at her again. "no pouting or else i'll have to shut you up all over again."

an idea suddenly fell flat on your head.

your pout deepened.

vi only climbed over you with the smuggest of smirks on her face. "you dirty little slut."

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messymoonmad · 4 months ago

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ohhhh im blinking SO SO SO innocently at u for odyseidon food,,,,

(10* not 7)

Ody : just say that you missed me

Poseidon : DAMN IT JUST DIE ALREADY-

(You get tsundere poseidon. Happy ? )

#nah cause bro must have been thinking about him this whooole time thats gay af #also i know you wanted smut but as long as you didnt ask for it explicitly im gonna act innocent :))#epic #epic the musical #poseidon #epic the musical fanart #epic fanart #epic poseidon #odysseus #epic the ocean saga #epic the vengeance saga #poseidon epic the musical #odyseidon #poseidon x odysseus #odysseus fanart #odysseus x poseidon #my art #tsundere

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andrake-indierp · 2 years ago

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¡INDIE RP ACTIVO! // STARTER CALL

¡Hola! Aquí Alek, recordando que tengo esta cuenta activa, buscando nuevas personitas para rol y ofreciendo a todos mis personajes para interacción.

Suelo rolear más m/m y en situaciones comprometedoras pero estoy realmente abierto a cualquier trama que tengan en mente o quieran desarollar.

Igual pueden darse una vuelta por lxs muses que tengo y todo ese rollo o mandarme mensaje, no soy nada complicado.

#rp en español #rp independiente #rp indie #gay rp #indie gay rp #smut gay #gay indie #rp hispano #rp activo

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shiftingplates · 2 years ago

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“Ooh big stretch” as I push another finger into you ✨

#lesbian #wlw #wlw love #wlw smut #gay pride #girls who like girls #lesbian smut #sapphic #uk lesbian #wlw mood #lesbian thoughts #nsft lesbian #lesbian nsft #wlw yearning #wlw nsft #sapphic smut #sapphic nsft

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zolass · 18 days ago

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In The King's Embrace Top Male King Oc x Bttm Servant Male Reader

First of all woah- what the fuck. I don't know who or what possessed me to write this in the beginning- but I need more of it because it fueled me to write my longest piece yet. ngl kinda had in mind to make it a foursome but kinda backed out of it, maybe if I do part two MDNI, what you consume is not my problem in the end tho. content/warnings: does it count as cheating?, smut, p in v at the start, submissive reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, anal, first time anal, vanilla, fluff at the end, reader gay or bi awakening idk maybe just a hoe I hope I got all contents and possible warnings down, if not I'm sry. 3.6k words

Pathetic whimpers of pleasure came from your throat, while your teeth were harshly digging into your bottom lip. Your hips rutted mindlessly, as the tight heat clenched around your cock, soft sultry moans spilled from the woman’s lips. Not any woman though, she was the queen, the same woman married to the man you served.

Sprawled beneath you on the same bed she shared with her husband, her legs were wrapped tightly around your hips, keeping you close as you fucked mindlessly into her pussy that was already filled with your load from previous rounds. Unshed tears were in your eyes, not only from the overstimulation you had to endure, but also because you feared for your life.

“Come on– fuck give me your b-bastard child– ahh,” her words made your stomach churn, one hand moved up to knead her soft bosom, while the other went down to rub on her puffy clit. You felt how another orgasm built up in your groin, picking up the speed of your thrust and the rubbing on the queen’s clit. Just as you were about to bust another load in her wet pussy, the doors to the large bed chamber were pushed open and in came the king, his brother and a guard.

Shocked by the sudden intrusion, by the exact person you didn’t want to get caught by, made your hips come to a shuddering stop. Yet the queen seemed thrilled by the sudden interruption by her husband, as her cunt clenched tightly around your sensitive cock, pushing you over the edge. A pathetic moan rippled from your throat in shame and pleasure, your eyes closed in bliss and fear before your body slumped.

Your shoulders shaking and your legs twitching, you didn’t dare to open your eyes, not even when the queen spoke up, “You always have to ruin my fun do you, Raymond?” Her voice was challenging, as if she didn’t care that she cheated on her husband with a common servant.

A scoff left the king, “A bastard daughter, sleeping with a mere servant– I would’ve said I was surprised, but I’m certainly not,” you slowly opened your eyes, only to see the flushed furious face of the queen. You wanted to sink into the floor and disappear, not only were you caught and probably getting one of the worst punishments. Gulping you were frozen in place, until a pair of footsteps stalking closer to the bed, until a hand fisted your hair and pulled your head back, far enough to come face to face with the king.

Raymond was by far an old king, he inherited the throne in his late teen years, now he’s in his late twenties as far as you remember. Swallowing you looked up at the man with wet eyes, a scoff left the king, as he pulled more on your hair, enlightening a breathy moan from you, “Pathetic, aren’t you,” it wasn’t a question, he spoke it as a fact.

You watched as he licked over his lips, a fleeting glint formed in his eyes, but as quick as it was there, as quick it was gone. Raymond’s green eyes wandered over the state not only you were in but also the queen, pussy stuffed not only with your cock but also cum oozing out at the sides dirtying the sheets.

Suddenly you were completely pulled off of the queen by your hair, it was rather rough, but in a pleasant way which made a small amount of cum spurt out of your slit, accompanied by a whimper. “I’ll be taking your.. plaything with me, goodnight Alesia,” Raymond said in a husky and mocking voice, before without even sparing a glance at the woman, dragging your naked form out of the bedchamber with the audience, the king's brother and the guard, who watched all of it unfold in silence before them, following behind.

Your nerves went through the roof, as you were dragged through the moonlit hallways. First you thought you would’ve been escorted to the dungeons as soon as you left the chamber, yet you were simply led to another wing of the castle.

As Raymond stopped in front of a large closed door, you had to stop yourself before you bumped into the king’s back. With a single push the doors opened, giving you the time to look inside another bedchamber. Your eyebrows raised in surprise, before you were simply pulled inside by Raymond.

In the middle of the room, the king came to a halt, turning to you. “Well now that we’re far away, I can say that for the first time, this– woman had at least a good looking plaything,” the king mused, as one of his large hands grabbed onto your chin, making you look up at the green eyes that were darkened by the lust swirling inside. “Now that you seem to have experience in warming the bed of a royal– it’s time you show me exactly what you can do,” Raymond said, as he let go of your chin and stalked around you slowly, his eyes trailing up and down your body. Like a predator observing its prey, which in this case was you, while the king seemed to be the predator ready to pounce and devour you.

Your head turned to the side, only realizing then that you were alone with the king, as said man pressed himself against your back. A gasp stuck in your throat by the sudden closeness, while your eyes took in the large bed which was standing only a few feet away from you.

A gentle push from behind you, made you swallow hard, as you slowly walked over to the bed, a look over your shoulder– a look into the lust filled eyes, had your legs trembling, biting your lip you tried to calm down your racing heart. “Who–?” your voice was barely audible, yet the question made a smirk tug at Raymond’s lips, “Who’s fucking who?” he finished the question that lingered in your mind, half spoken. Slowly you nod, enlightening a chuckle from the king as he stepped closer.

“Well even though I think it doesn’t have anything to do with it, but your pathetic look while you fucked Alesia, definitely made me want to have you come undone on my cock, even though your performance in fucking her seemed rather.. strong,” Raymond spoke, his large hand placed on your lower back, rubbing circles with his thumb over your soft skin.

You gulped, as your body moved on its own, slowly bending over the bed. “Get on the bed and turn to me, we’ll have enough time and.. opportunities to test other places, but right now I want to see your face when I take you,” Raymond spoke, quickly following his order, you moved onto the bed soon finding you in the same position as the queen before, missionary.

Movement caught your eye, and you saw first hand how the king slipped off his robes in a smooth motion, yet his hungry eyes simply laid on you, the intensity made your cock twitch. As soon as the robes were discarded on the ground Raymond came closer to the bed, before stopping in front of you. With his fingertips he brushed over your exposed thighs making them quiver in response.

It was slow and agonizing, not pushy and fast like you were used to by the queen. Raymond played it slow, taking in the way you reacted to the little touches, how your cock twitched. He pushed your thighs open, taking place between them as his fingers moved further up, until it wasn’t just his fingertips touching, but his entire hands, large warm hands that ran over your bare skin.

From your thighs to your stomach, up to your chest and back down to finally settle on your hips. “Pretty..” the word surprised you, but his next word caught you off guard, “Did you ever have a man as a bed partner?” Raymond’s focus laid on you, as he waited for an answer.

You slowly shook your head, no. Biting your lip nervously as a smirk formed on the taller man’s lips, “Then I’ll make sure it’s the best sex you ever had,” shivers ran down your spine, while one of Raymond’s hands moved down, past your cock to your untouched entrance, which soon won't be untouched anymore.

A gentle, almost ticklish feeling suddenly came from your hole. Your eyes widened as you watched how Raymond lubed his fingers with spit, yet as he lowered his hand back to your hole, you grabbed onto his arm, your short nails slightly digging into his arm, your nervousness palatable. “What–” the rest of your words are unspoken, yet clear.

The king rubbed his thumb from the hand holding your hip, over your skin in a soothing manner, “Don’t worry, it’s so it won’t hurt or damage you when I push in,” Raymond said. You slowly nodded with more understanding of his actions, yet your hand still held onto him, as he lowered his fingers to your entrance. A sharp inhale from your side, as he pushed past the rim. You felt yourself clenching around the digit, the intrusion feeling alien to you.

“Relax as best as you can,” it sounded easier than it was, which the other noticed as he leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. Successfully distracting you with the most unexpected thing to happen, a kiss. The king kissing a mere servant, you would hang if a word came out. Even though it was letting the alarm ring in your head, it felt so good. Your eyes closed as you leaned in, letting the other guide you.

Small whines left you, as Raymond pushed his finger in further, testing the waters until another digit intruded, your arm was around the king's shoulder, holding onto him, while your other let loose from the grip around the man’s arm. Raymond worked your hole, adding a third finger as he prodded against the mushy walls. The little sounds that spilled from your lips were like a reward, stirring him on.

The pleasure you received was not really helping with the overstimulation you experienced not too long ago, your already hard cock twitched and leaked precum accompanied by breathy moans and tears at the corner of your eyes. As Raymond’s finger pushed knuckle deep inside, prodding against your inner walls as if searching for something, until he pressed into a spot that had your back arching in pleasure and a louder moan slipping from your lips.

You obviously didn’t notice the way Raymond stared at you, fascinated and aroused. He pushed you over the edge by the small bundle of nerves, Raymond gulped at the things swarming his mind, all of them had you included just bend in different positions. The thought alone had his already hard cock leaking and twitching, but he knew he had to be patient as this was your first time.

A gentle caress on your spread and twitching thighs had you looking at the man, your attention was brought to the erect cock of the king, making you clench around Raymond’s fingers while you licked over your lip nervously. Your head was shrouded in the pleasured aftermath of your last orgasm, but also curiosity lingered inside of you, the curiosity to explore more than you usually had.

You pushed yourself up, holding your torso up while you leaned on your elbows, “What about you, your highness?” your hand pointed to the throbbing cock of said man, who glanced at his own arousal before focusing back on you, “Thoughtful of you, but I can guarantee that we have enough time ahead of us, that you can help me out another time,” his words were spoken in a pleased and teasing way.

He pulled his digits out of you, you watched as he slowly licked his fingers while keeping eye contact with you. As his pinky left his lips, Raymond walked over to a dresser, yet the word he uttered was making you flush, “Delicious.”

When Raymond walked back over to the bed, he held a bottle with almost completely translucent liquid inside, oil that worked as a lubricant. A shuddering breath left you as Raymond stopped in his original place, his eyebrows slightly raised, “I assume you already know what this is, the question simply is– are you willing to go further?” there was a moment of silence, before you nodded followed by an audible “Yes,” and you meant it.

The bottle was popped open, and your focus laid on the man in front of you, the way he used the oil on his entire length, before smearing some on and slightly in your hole, before the bottle was closed and disregarded. Raymond slowly kneeled between your legs, lifting them up to wrap around his hips, “Hold onto me if necessary,” were his last words as he gave his cock a few pumps, before he aligned the cock head at your entrance. Without any more teasing, he pushed in his bulbous tip stretching you further, a slightly pained yet aroused moan left you while a grunt came from Raymond.

His figure leaned over your smaller form, as he held onto your waist with one hand and held himself over your with the other, slowly as he pushed his hips closer to you, whiny moans left your throat and deep grunts and groans left Raymond as his cock went deeper into your tight heat, “Fuck, you’re tight”

In this moment he didn’t want to do anything more than just bottom out inside of you with a swift thrust, but he did enjoy the way your hole clenched repeatedly around his cock, while your face was contoured into one of utmost pleasure and overstimulation, how your blunt nails digged into his shoulders. And when he finally buried his length inside of you, brushing against the same spot that had you seeing stars just a few minutes ago.

Raymond licked his lips, trying to stay focused as your hole clenched tightly around him, and your thighs shaking around his waist. He watched as a small spurt of watery cum came from your tip, dirtying your stomach. You let out barely audible mutters from your mouth, expression already showing how fucked out of pleasure you were, when the two of you barely even start.

The cock that was sheathed snug in your hole, made you feel full, something you never experienced before during sex. It felt so right, hell even perfect. Your eyes found the green ones of Raymond, a small smirk tugged on the other’s lips, “You’re taking it pretty well– you think you can take more?” you only nodded, unable to form words. You only felt how Raymond pulled back, your arms dropping from his warm shoulders, while now both hands held onto your waist.

You felt how his cock pulled almost completely out, only his tip stayed inside before he thrusted his entire length back inside, making your back arch and a loud moan erupting from your throat, as Raymond set a rough pace, groans and grunts leaving him, as he pounded you into the large warm bed. His grip on your thighs was harsh, his nails leaving small crescent marks on your plush skin.

The sound of skin hitting skin and wet squelching accompanied by grunts and shameless loud moans reverberated around the bedchamber. Never did you feel so good during sex, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your back arching off of the bed and your legs even more of a shaking mess. Drool ran down at the side of your mouth, as you moaned and babbled, “More– fucking– give me more.” Raymond watched hungrily and in delight as you became even more of a mess beneath him, and because of him, so of course he wouldn’t deny your request of giving you more.

You didn’t know when it happened, maybe after the dry orgasm rippled out of you was were you faded out of consciousness for a few seconds, before hearing the deep voice of Raymond, “Fuck–” a hand was placed on your cheek and as your eyes cleared, you saw the concerned face of the king hovering over you. “Are you alright?” His concern was palatable, stirring warmth in your stomach. A smile hardly formed on your lips, it looked a bit more goofy in Raymond’s eyes yet he was simply glad you seemed to be okay, which you confirmed with a small nod.

“All good,” you mumbled, while pressing the warm palm more against your cheek, your eyes closed as even just for a few hours you wanted to rest in peace even if it was beside the king.

Raymond witnessed how you fell in a peaceful slumber, after the energy was drained out of you. He didn’t let you sleep in all the dirty sheets and not to talk about your body and the cum flowing out of your hole, as he pushed some strands from your forehead, he bit his lip uncertain on his next move, the lingering desire to follow what felt right. An internal battle was fought, but in the end he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, before he pulled away and started a bath to start your aftercare. He couldn’t help the lingering touches, not even in the freshly cleaned bed, in which the two of you laid.

Pulling your sleeping form closer, until your back was pressed against his chest. A kiss to your nape, before the king also fell asleep with you in his embrace. Which gave you a surprising shock the next morning, after you groggily woke up, only to find yourself not in your sleeping quarters, but also in the embrace of another.

As the events of the last night came crashing down on you, you couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks, it was the best feeling you ever had during sex even if it was rather short lived. Your legs felt numb and your lower half had a small sting as you moved, yet you turned around to look at the sleeping face of Raymond.

You didn’t know what to do, but any decision you could’ve made was taken from you as the man stirred, before he opened his eyes to look at you. There was a short moment of silence, as you didn’t know what to say, before you mumbled a quick “Good morning,” which he returned. But when you thought he would push you away, the opposite happened instead, he pulled you closer.

“How about– you become more than a servant?” Raymond asked you, making you frown, “Like.. a bed warmer?” you asked confused which enlightened an amused scoff from the king, “No– more than that,” he whispered.

This was the moment your relationship with the king started, days, weeks even months passed since that day. You found yourself a lot more in the presence of the other man, in his embrace. Until one day servants rushed around nervously, like they were walking on thin ice. You were confused until the shrill screams of none other than Alesia reverberated through the castle hallways.

You stood by a window on the first floor, as you watched how the former queen was kicked out of the castle. You heard from Raymond that the divorce papers were already signed a long while ago, yet they kept the facade of a marriage to not cause any uproar in the kingdom. A warm presence accompanied you by the window, as you glanced over you saw that it was Raymond, who placed a hand on your lower back, simply watching how his ex-wife made a scene with guards and servants around, with a certain cold dismissiveness as he watched everything unfold.

The furious eyes of Alesia wandered until they found not only you, but also Raymond by your side. She only glared, before swiftly turning around and entering the carriage, a few feet behind her, a servant you’ve seen a few times around while you worked, entering the carriage after her and closing the door. Your eyebrows furrowed at what happened, your focus quickly on the man beside you, “Why are you sending one of your servants off with her?” you were curious, as you glanced at the carriage that was pulled away from the entrance.

“Well you weren’t the first and definitely not the last man to warm her bed, so why not send her most recent plaything off with her,” Raymond said casually, as his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. “Why didn’t you send her off with one of the others or me..?” you were obviously confused as you were not better than the servant.

A soft melodic chuckle left Raymond, his hand gently rubbing your waist, “You’re not just any plaything– not even a plaything anymore. You’re mine and I had my eyes on you first,” were Raymond’s words as he looked at you with a warmth in his eyes, which made your cheeks flush. As the other started to walk, you quickly fell into his steps, as you walked down the corridor, “So.. about what you said–” you stopped yourself as you looked up at him, Raymond only shook his head lightly while he smiled, “I’ll explain it to you– maybe during breakfast together?”

You nodded a smile tugging at your own lips, “You better,” you threatened lightheartedly, making Raymond place a kiss on the top of your head.

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