#so i'm going to ride this upward movement as much as i can

[kopivie]

came to the realization that i'm actually... really pretty.

i don't think i'll ever know what people see when they look at me. that's just a fact of life, i guess; you can control how you present yourself to others, but not how they perceive you. that fact caused me to hide away from myself for almost a decade, practically to the point where i couldn't recognize myself in the mirror. as in, i'm familiar with my face – i'm aware that the face staring back at me is my own – but i'm not sure if i'm seeing the right thing... what that "right thing" was supposed to be, i have no idea.

i would go to lengths to make sure i was pretty by my own fucked up standards, but after hearing people describe me, i started doing things for the sake of others and not myself. i tried so hard to maintain their positive image of me that i legitimately couldn't look myself in the eyes without feeling like a fucking fraud.

because for the longest time, i believed that i was lying to people somehow. if you thought i was softspoken, i would disagree; my friends and family think i'm pretty loud. if you thought i was graceful, i would disagree; i bump into anything and everything, i have the worst butterfingers, and i'm as stiff as a board. if you thought i was pretty, i would vehemently deny that; who would see beauty in my bloated body? my fluctuating weight, my hormonal acne, my uncooperative curls. where is the beauty in that?

but just the other day, whilst i was looking at myself in the mirror, my head emptied itself to make room for a single thought:

i'm really, really pretty.

for the first time in my life, i thought i was pretty as i was. there were no filters, no hastily applied eye makeup... nothing. no comparison to my friends, no sizing myself up against the "ideal" black woman... just me and my tired eyes, my oddly shaped, day-old twist out 'fro, and my oversized stitch pajama pants.

i'm not perfect. my dark eyebrows are sisters, not twins; my under-eye area is insanely dark; my eyelashes aren't as long and prominent as they used to be; my hair is always flat somewhere, my tummy is constantly bloated, i look better with my glasses on, and i'm covered head to toe in hair that i'm not entirely proud of...

...but i'm me. i'm me, and for the first time ever, i'm so proud of that. i can look at my imperfections and think of ways to gently fix it instead of hurt myself in the process of trying to conceal it. i'm going to the gym tomorrow and making plans to buy lashes to start my makeup journey – not as a means to hide my insecurities, but to make myself feel beautiful on my own terms.

(side note: i posted a video rambling about this on my instagram story last night. i had said something along the lines of "i don't know what other people are seeing that i can't see, but i know that i finally love what i do see."

and violet, in all his infinite wisdom, replied to my story in under five minutes saying: "that's why you wear glasses."

i told him that it's on sight when i see him again, his reply was: "oh really? would you even be able to see me?"

...why did i have to fall in love with a man? i can't stand his ass 😭)

[mistywaves98]

Harbinger! Scara x Harbinger! Reader hmm... The idea of getting fucked by someone who you're supposedly superior to was always hot to me 🫣 also this is just a lil something to try and get my writing motivation back 🫠🫠

¡Warnings!: NSFW, Fem! Reader, Reader is the third harbinger (pretend columbina don't exist), Riding, Collaring w/ leash, Porn w/ no plot

The sight above him was so beautiful; the third of the eleven fatui harbingers naked and falling apart on his cock as you rode him into oblivion. Scaramouche groaned huskily as your pussy engulfed his cock everytime you sank down onto him, a smug smirk on his face that twitches every time you clench just a bit harder than before.

"Archons...to think that I'm able to reduce someone like you to an utter, fucked out mess. Are you really sure you're as powerful as your title implies?" The reminder of your higher position makes heat rise to your cheeks as you struggle to form a response, too busy moaning around his dick to really care about anything else at the moment. Your hands are gripping his shoulders so tightly that it's sure to leave a mark sooner or later.

His fingers dig into the fat of your hips, making you bounce at a pace to his liking. At your lack of reply, Scaramouche's eyes narrow as he gives a sharp thrust of his hips, the movement causing his cock to nudge that one area inside of you that makes you mewl. A hand leaves your hip to grab the flailing leather of the leash connected to the collar on your neck, tugging roughly to tilt your face down.

The image of your reddened cheeks, disheveled hair and slightly agape mouth as you pant and moan is something he commits to memory while coaxing an answer from you with a couple more pulls of the leash,"Come on, tell me how much of a slut the third is for the sixth... How you just can't resist the feeling of me invading your whorish pussy no matter how much you try to act high and mighty..."

His words hold a hint of underlying condescension but you're simply unable to protest as you manage to sputter out a response between gasps and whines,"M-mmh...! I-.. I'm such a slut for you, S-scara...!! Mmgh— I can't- I can't get enough of your— Hnn— cock...! Pleaseplease make me cum!" Your answer clearly pleases Scaramouche as he grants your wish, jerking his hips upward to meet your own as your eyes roll back.

He can tell by the way you're squirming and throwing your head back that you're on the verge of release, his cock pulsing with anticipation. But it seems you could use a little push so his hand lets go of the leash temporarily as he brings it down to toy with your clit, rolling the bud between the pads of his fingers and giving it the occasional pinch. The extra stimulation makes you cry out as you finally orgasm, walls spasming around him as your juices make a mess of his lap.

[l1tw1ck]

My Liege

bottom!ftm!knight Xiao x top!masc!king reader

☆ Word Count: 1,128 ☆

AFAB Language Used | Don't expect a part two this was in the vault for months 😭

CW: Non-Con, Dacryphilia, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Belly Bulge, Riding, Squirting

Reader Discretion is Advised

As the king of Liyue, it's expected for you to have personal bodyguards. Between you and your husband, Zhongli, you have 4 knights.

Ganyu, Keqing, Shenhe, and Xiao. You typically take Xiao and Keqing due to their rationality and level heads. On trips to smaller and safer places you only bring Xiao.

These particular trips allow you to spend some time with your secret lover. You still think back on the first time you started your new relationship.

"May I ask where we're going, your highness?" Xiao asks, following you to an unknown location.

"Just somewhere to get away from the crowd. It was a little too much to handle today." You reply, leading him to a secluded and worn down building. "Do a perimeter check." You enter the place and look around, happy to find a chair that's still intact.

"Yes sir." Xiao looks around the area and defeats any hilichurls and slimes that were lingering around. After double checking, he stands in front of the entrance. You grab Xiao and force him to sit down with you, pushing his back against your chest.

"Sir?" Xiao whispers worriedly, assuming there's a person somewhere.

You lean your head down to talk in his ear. "Shh." Your arm is wrapped around his stomach so he doesn't move, your other hand tugging his tank top upwards.

Whenever you tell him to be quiet, he listens and doesn't say a word until you allow him to. So even as you push his top all the way up and grope his chest, he stays silent. Even if he isn't comfortable with it.

"Sorry but I have to use you, Xiao." You kiss his neck. "Zhongli doesn't have time for this kind of thing anymore..." Your hand moves to pull his pants down.

Xiao closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, hating the way you're touching him and how your bulge is pressing against his ass.

"Your body is so pretty, Xiao." You play around with his clit. "Do you know how pretty you are?" Your fingers move down to touch his increasingly wet cunt.

Xiao tries his best not to cry, he hasn't felt this weak in years. He hadn't cried and was convinced he became unable to since his friends died. He couldn't even remember what it was like to cry.

"Pull my pants down for me."

He shakily unzips your slacks and pulls them down. You grab his hips and force him to rub against your bulge. "Come on, do it yourself."

Xiao grimaces and starts rolling his hips. You go back to playing with his clit, making his movements inconsistent and shaky.

"Good boy." You groan and turn his head to look at you.

Xiao comes with a whimper, tightening around nothing. You bring him into a heated kiss, leaving him even more out of breath than he already was.

You turn Xiao to face you completely and bring his hand to the waistband of your boxers. "Do you want it, sweetheart? Tell me you want my cock inside you."

"I...I want your- your co...cock inside me." Xiao frowns and pulls your underwear off, your hard length is making Xiao nervous. "My liege...I'm- I've never done this before...it will hurt, and I need to have the strength to protect you.."

"You can take it, Xiao. I know you can." You grab his sides and hover his body over your cock.

"Y- yes, my liege. I apologize." Xiao's voice shakes. He sucks in a breath before you lower him down, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as your tip pushes through his entrance. He tries his hardest to relax as you shove your full length into him, stretching out his virgin cunt.

Your cock twitches in excitement. "Shit, you feel better than Zhongli."

Xiao struggles to adjust to the foreign feeling, breaking out into uncontrolled sobs. He looks gorgeous with his tummy bulging, he's so small..

“Look at how deep I am inside you, sweetheart.” You make Xiao look at his stomach. He frowns, crying harder. You gently grab his cheeks with one hand and lift his face up. "You're even cuter when you cry." You say before bringing him into a kiss. You rub circles around his clit to make him more comfortable. Xiao whimpers and moans into your mouth, subconsciously moving his hips as you bring him pleasure. He's extremely inexperienced but he tries his best to kiss you back. He hates this but he wants to make you happy. You pull away and look at Xiao's embarrassed expression.

"Was it bad..?" He asks in between sniffles. He’s worried he disappointed you with his bad kissing skills.

"Of course not.." You kiss his wet cheek. "Do you want to make me feel good?"

Xiao nods and tries wiping his tears in an attempt to stop crying but they just keep flowing. You take his hands and place them on your shoulders. “Hold onto me and lift yourself up.”

He squeezes your shoulders and raises himself up while shaking.

“Now bring yourself down.”

Xiao sinks down onto your length, a soft whine leaving his trembling lips.

“Good boy, keep doing that.”

He buries his head in your shoulder, sobbing heavily as he attempts to ride you. You don't do anything to comfort him and let him cry his heart out.

“It hu- hurts-” He whimpers. “It hurts so much-” His strong facade crumbles to pieces.

“You’re doing so well, baby…doing so well for me.” You reassure him.

“Please…please help..” His body aches from crying so hard. He feels humiliated, he’s supposed to be strong and able to withstand pain but he can't handle it. He can't handle you.

“Aw, you’re too cute.” You place your hands on his small waist and take over, raising his body before slamming him down. His eyes roll back as you use his body like a fleshlight. He can just barely stay conscious.

Xiao sobs as you fuck him, overwhelmed by an intense mix of feelings. Humiliation, pain, and…pleasure. It feels…good? Xiao’s eyes widen. No, it feels amazing. He arches his back and comes, squirting like a fountain.

You pull him off you despite the very strong urge to keep fucking him. You don't want to overstimulate him, it’d be hard to explain why you had to carry your own guard home. Xiao looks at you with a dazed expression.

“You did so well, my knight.” You have him sit on your lap. You caress his cheek and he leans into your touch.

You give him time to recover before helping him get dressed. Your boner eventually went down and you never got to come but Xiao’ll make up for it next time.

[starboye]

pairing: nick nelson x male reader

summary: you and nick were supposed to be at school but who's to say you cant have a little fun beforehand

warnings: cheating, smut, cursing,

"h- hey charlie" nick stutters while holding back a moan as he answers the phone "nick where are you and y/n at, schools about to start" charlie asks "we had a little problem" nick says "what's happened" charlie asks frantically "yeah nick what happened" you teasingly ask kissing nicks neck "is that y/n" charlie continues asking.

"yeah we just had to make a quick stop and get some food" nick lies, you grab the phone and cheerily greet charlie "finally y/n where are you guys" charlie says "yeah nick was just so hungry so we decided to stop and get some food, nick's loving it so much" you say rolling your hips on nicks dick

the truth is nick mentioned how he hasn't got much action with charlie lately and needed to cum badly so you offered to ride him, but that was an hour ago now nick has came 3 times but still wants more and more of your hole.

"we'll be there in a couple minutes though" you say before hanging up and throwing the phone on the nightstand "so it's either you finish or we miss school" you admit to nick "I don't wanna leave this" nick groans holding onto your hips "what if charlie starts to suspect something" you moan holding onto nicks wrists.

"you know you don't wanna leave either" nick says pulling you into kiss you "maybe" you smile before letting out a moan "I couldn't possibly leave this hole" nick groans "well if you don't want your sweet boyfriend to find out about this you better hurry up and cum" "well isn't that also your best friend" nick retorts "well yes he is so I guess we'd both be in big trouble" you innocently say.

"then I can take how ever long I want" nick snarls "you're talking like you're the one who's in control here" you say tilting your head "aren't I" nicks questions roughly grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back "well who's the one on the bottom" you retort breaking out of nicks grips and pinning his hands onto the bed and intwinng your fingers with his.

"you always were a feisty one" nick grins "oh I'm more than just that" you pant as you begin bouncing up and down on nicks cock, squeezing your hole with every drop "fuck" nick let's out with a breathy whimper "you're so warm inside" "is that the only thing" you say raising an eyebrow "god no, it's so tight and deep I need it more" nick desperately mutters.

"wow you're so desperate" you whisper leaning down to nicks ear before stopping all movement and just cock warming him "no no please keep going it feels to good to stop" nick pleads trying to thrust upwards into you "how bad do you want this" you tease "I want it so so bad please" nick begs "I like this look on you, the look of desperateness" you purr lowly as you kiss down nicks jaw.

you resume riding nicks while you smirk over his shaky figure "can I please touch you" nick asks trying to break from your grip "fine" you say breaking your grip from his hands as they quickly find their way to your hips, tightly gripping them as his eyes tightly close shut.

"ngh fuck" nick huskily groans as he cums in you "I can feel all your cum in" you chuckle "I could put some more in there if you want me too" he offers "no and no" you sternly deny "c'mon you know you want me too" nick says loosening his grip "I would love it but we need too get to school" you say pulling off nick and putting on your clothes "but trust once schools over you're all mine" you say "I can't wait" nick hums satisfiedly.

[onismdaydream]

♡ ⋆｡˚ keep your hands to yourself !

synopsis..!: your roommate found the bathroom door open! can you blame him for wanting to join? (3.1k)

warnings..!: MDNI. fem/afab reader. aged up character. pwp. perv!yuji. voyeurism. dubcon(at first). fingering. unprotected p in v. not proofread.

notes..!: first proper writing for perv yuji based off an ask i got that was too delicious to pass up. i had a lot of fun writing this even if i was a bit nervous bc i wanted to really lean into the pervy-ness. comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

yuji’s relaxing on the beaten up couch in the shared living area, scrolling past uninteresting videos on his phone while the tv screen plays an equally uninteresting show when the familiar jingling of various keychains clanking against each other filters to his ears. he's gotten better at recognizing the sounds you make — an unintentional side effect of sneaking around you.

well, sneaking sounds bad. it makes yuji feel dirty, like he's taking advantage of you without you knowing. he'd much rather say that he observes you. after all, there's no harm in looking, right? and there's certainly no harm done if yuji stays out of your sight during those moments.

the knob turns and the door opens and you let out a loud sigh as you kick your shoes off, dropping your bag on the closest surface available.

“long day?” yuji offers, straightening up a bit when you make your way over to him. his lips twitch upwards when you flop down next to him, your body sinking into the cushion. your hands run down your face, almost as if you're trying to wipe the exhaustion away. cute.

“you don't even know.” your eyes close and yuji takes the opportunity to let his gaze linger on your body, your relaxed posture practically begging him to look.

with your head thrown back and resting against the couch, your neck is exposed. smooth skin that he wishes he could nip and suck at, positive that you'd look even better covered in marks left by him. his fingers itch to reach out and touch you, to run them along your collarbone and down the valley of your perfect breasts. he'd love to feel the weight of them in his hands, to squeeze them and pinch your pretty nipples until you cry out for him. it's like you're playing with yuji, really, with how often you show off your chest. those cute swim tops you wear that barely stay in place or the shirts with the deep neckline, they drive him crazy. he's had to excuse himself to jerk off more times than he'd like to admit, images of your tits in his face as you bounce on his cock flooding his mind.

“we could, uh,” yuji starts, swallows when his mouth gets too dry, his tongue heavy where it sits. “we could watch a movie? get your mind off of it.”

it's a genuine offer; yuji does enjoy spending time with you and considers you a very good friend. it's just an added bonus that you always end up pressed up against him during those hang outs. your plush thigh looks so soft and warm and he wants to dig his fingers into the doughy skin, maybe even leave some bruises.

a soft exhale leaves your nose, and you shake your head before you open your eyes. “thanks but not tonight.”

yuji’s heart drops a bit, a disappointment he knows he never earns the right to weighing it down.

“i'm pretty tired so i’m gonna shower and then go to bed. rain check?” you stand, stretching your arms above your head and your shirt rides up with the movement. a small sliver of your stomach is exposed, drawing yuji’s eyes instantly. a moth to a flame.

“yeah, sure.” his words trail off, yuji only half paying attention to what you said. he can't help it — his mind goes blank when he gets a peek of your body. he watches you walk away, watches the sway of your hips in a trance until you step out of his line of vision.

there should be a feeling of guilt in the pit of yuji’s stomach, but there's not. there never is and he doubts there ever will be. instead, there's unbridled lust. he craves to touch your body, to feel your warm skin underneath his fingertips and to pull the sweetest sounds from your lips.

yuji’s hand falls to his growing bulge, the front of his shorts chubbing underneath the heat of his palm. a shaky breath slips past his lips as he squeezes his cock, wishing so desperately that it was your touch instead. he wouldn't even care how you touched him. as long as it was your fingers wrapped around his length, he would feel euphoric. hell, he'd even fuck into your fist if that's all you would give him.

he groans softly and shuts his eyes, imagining you leaning forward in that low cut shirt he loves so much, the one that shows off your gorgeous tits, and your hand just barely closing around his cock, a teasing touch that he doesn't deserve. shit, he wants it so bad — wants you so bad.

the sound of the shower sputtering to life snaps him out of his horny stupor, face flushing as he realizes that if you came back for any reason, you would've seen him. the tent of his shorts is obvious and there's no doubt that you wouldn't have known what he was doing. literally caught with his hands in his pants.

with a sigh, yuji decides to go to his room. if he's going to jack off to the thought of you, at least he should have the decency to not do it in a shared area.

the door to the bathroom isn't closed fully, the warm light spilling out from the cracks and shining on the opposite wall. it's like a siren’s call and yuji doesn't even realize his feet are moving again until he's standing in front of it, his hand hovering over the door. one small push and there'd be no privacy. one small push and he could see you fully. one small push.

there’s no hesitation.

yuji licks his lips, his mouth dry despite the humidity in the small room. water droplets cling to the glass of the mirror and shower, slowly running down the surface. the image is obscured but he can still easily make out the shapes. your curves look more pronounced now that you're bare and it's a sight that he never wants to forget.

he must be dreaming, seeing your hands move along your body through the textured and fogged glass. he feels his cock twitch, throbbing and aching in neglect, his erection forgotten as he watches you. you look so beautiful, so so pretty with the water cascading down your skin. one of those ancient marble statues carved in the visage of true beauty, now come to life in front of his very eyes. but here you were, hidden and protected by glass to keep admirers from touching what isn't theirs.

if only yuji could see you without the barrier, if only he could touch you like he wants to. he'd be so delicate with his handling, so thorough to ensure that you wouldn't crack or be damaged. all he wants is the chance to fully appreciate you in all your glory.

perhaps this is his only chance.

yuji’s movements are slow, careful, as he strips down to his underwear. his clothes fall to join your own on the tile. the muggy air sticks to his already hot skin, lingering in his lungs and making every breath heavier than the last. the few steps in the small bathroom seem to be multiplied tenfold, his heart hammering against his ribs and echoing in his ears.

it's not nerves rushing through his veins, though. it's excitement and desire; the mere idea of being able to touch your skin throws logic out of the window. even if you end up hating him, yuji isn't sure that he would regret this moment.

it's a blur of how it happens, his body acting on instinct as he covers your mouth and presses his broad chest against your back. you try to scream, jumping in his hold and fighting to get away.

(you feel so warm.)

yuji easily overpowers you, keeping you exactly where he wants you, a sturdy arm wrapped around your middle. he can feel you panicking, can feel the tenseness in your muscles and the rapid beating of your heart.

(so warm and soft and perfect.)

“‘ts okay,” his lips ghost along your shoulder, his fingers flexing as he tries not to move them yet. “please, let me touch you. i’ll make you feel so good.”

you're stiff against him, hands on his wrists but no longer actively clawing and pushing. he can feel the shaky breaths you’re taking, the exhales from your nose licking against his skin.

(you must want this, too, right?)

“please.” yuji repeats, his begging bordering on pathetic. “you're all i think about. need to touch you, please.”

and it's that honesty, that confession of obsession and desire, that seems to make you relax a bit. or, that’s what yuji wants to believe as you give a small nod, the movement slightly restricted from his hold on you.

yuji’s hand leaves your mouth slowly, almost afraid that you would break if he moved too suddenly. you're so fragile in his eyes, a beautiful doll meant to be observed and admired from afar. made of porcelain and only meant to be touched with gloves.

but the warmth of your skin underneath his fingers proves you are so much better than those damn figures.

“thank you.” his palms immediately cup your tits, gently squeezing the fat of them and groaning quietly at the feel. “oh god, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

it's nothing like he imagined. your tits are so soft in his calloused hands, warmth seeping through your skin and nearly burning him. but he can't pull away, not now.

“fuck,” yuji whispers next to your ear, his hands pulling you flush against him, his cock prodding at your lower back. hooking his chin over your shoulder, he watches in a daze as he gropes at your chest. “so perfect.”

you let him fondle your breasts, biting your lip when his fingers graze over your nipples, trying your best to keep your reactions neutral. he squeezes and kneads, pushes your tits together, makes them jiggle a bit, too — anything his mind can think of. it was only a matter of time, though, until he shifted his focus to your stiffening buds.

“look at ‘em.” he pinches your nipples, a sharp pleasure pain that zings down your spine and pulls a squeak from you. “you look so pretty.”

he's no expert, but yuji prides himself on being a quick learner. he repeats the action, adds a kiss to your shoulder for good measures, desperate to get the same reaction. he promised to make you feel good after all, right?

and if you end up enjoying this as much as he wants you to, well then, maybe you wouldn't hate him so much when it's all said and done. it's a win-win, really.

you whine softly at his touch and the sound goes straight to his aching dick.

“don't hold back,” he pleads, lips trailing up your shoulder to press against your neck. now that you're finally in his hold, he doesn't plan on wasting a single second of contact. “w’nna hear all your noises. please. always sound so sexy.”

“yuji,” a sweet moan spills from your pretty mouth and yuji swears that he could cum right then. his name on your lips sounds so sinful — no, heavenly. there's surely no better sound in the world and he wants to hear it over and over again.

“fuck, say it again.” his voice is dripping with desperation, hips jumping to rut against your back. you must be made for him, must be made to say his name because nothing will ever compare.

yuji’s cock leaks globs of precum as you do as he asks — begs for — his boxer briefs sticking so uncomfortably to his heated skin. they're soaked through, the white fabric becoming practically transparent and if you were turned the other way, you'd surely see how badly he wants you.

a hand runs down your front, gradually sliding until he reaches your pussy, cupping it and feeling the warmth bleed into his skin. his breathing is heavy and hot — suffocating, almost — with the water spraying around you. slowly, carefully, yuji presses his finger between your lips, feeling as though time pauses and the world shrinks down until it's just you and him. nothing else could possibly matter because he has your slick arousal gathering on his first knuckle.

it's a fucking wet dream come true.

you're tight around him, not so much that he can't move, but enough that his cock throbs when he imagines what it'll feel like when he sinks himself inside.

(would you let him?)

his finger starts a steady pace of thrusting in and out, gentle and shallow movements.

“so wet,” yuji mumbles, voice dropping as he staves off a groan. his other hand squeezes at your tit, a lot less gentle and a lot more hungry. an internal battle of wanting to drag this out for as long as possible and needing to push you to your limits immediately. he wants to savor this, take his time exploring every inch of your body that he can, but his dick hurts from how hard it is. he wants to devour you, too.

another finger prods at your dripping pussy, pushing past and making you moan so pretty.

your body is pressed so close to his own, pinned between his strong arms and hips, unable to control himself from humping onto you. your fingers wrap around his wrists, anchoring yourself as he rubs at your puffy clit. every sound you make spurs him to pull more from you.

“can i,” his tongue darts out to lick at his lips, his breathing labored from the desire flowing through him. “can i fuck you? please, just — hah — just a few thrusts, promise i’ll stop after, just need to feel you.”

you don't even finish nodding before yuji peels his wet underwear down enough for his cock to spring free, groaning softly. his tip is drooling when he pulls his foreskin back, shiny with precum and flushed red. he presses it to your swollen clit just to hear you whine softly, hoping you're just as desperate as he is.

“thank you, fuck, need this so bad.” yuji pushes you to the shower wall, the tile cold against your skin but the scorching heat of his body still makes you shiver.

his hand shakes as he guides himself in, sliding his cock into the person he's fantasized about far too often to be normal. finally feeling your body underneath his fingertips and hearing your delicious moans and tasting your skin on his tongue. he'd be convinced this wasn't real — just some cruel dream his horny mind conjured up — if it weren't for the squeeze of your cunt as he pushes another inch deeper.

“feel so good,” his hand on your hip tightens it's hold, fingertips sure to leave a beautiful bruise. every thrust forward sinks more of his cock inside you, sheathing himself in your perfect pussy. “so warm.”

it's hard, nearly impossible, to control his hips, to restrict himself from fucking you the way he's thought about. all he can think about is burying himself inside you until he can't go any deeper, grinding until he spills his load, staying in your cunt and starting all over again. your pussy would be so swollen, lips puffy and so much cum leaking out of you, and still, yuji wouldn't be satisfied.

and those noises that fall from your lips, your breathy moans and broken cries of his name, it just makes his cock throb.

he's going to cum. you're going to make him cum.

the embarrassment that would usually accompany finishing so soon is far outweighed by the tight heat hugging his cock. how could anyone expect to last when your pussy sucks him in so well?

“oh god, don't, don't make me stop, please.” the words tumble from his mouth, his hips slapping against your ass as he fucks you fast and hard. that familiar tightening in his stomach threatening to snap at any moment. he knows he said he would pull out but he doesn't want to. he really doesn't want to.

“d-don’t stop, yuji,” you whine out, your fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth tile, the now cool water making everything more slippery. yuji’s broad body is there to keep you upright, his hands roaming over every part of you he can reach. “don't fucking stop.”

he's not sure if he could stop anyway, you just feel so good around him. he's gotten a taste for you and now he's addicted, already looking for his next hit. would you hate him if he did this again? if he falls to his knees in front of you and begs to be between your legs once again?

but with the way you're moaning and tightening around him, yuji might just be lucky enough to have your cum on his tongue later.

his teeth graze against the sensitive spot on your neck, nipping and sucking at it until there's a dark color blooming. a mark.

a claim.

this is what he's dreamed of, what he's jerked off to countless times. and it's so much better than what yuji could ever imagine.

your pussy flutters around him and he quickly snakes his hand around your front, frantically rubbing at your clit and hoping he can ensure you orgasm first.

“cum for me, please,” he whispers, breath hot against the shell of your ear. “w’nna feel you cum on my cock.”

everything feels so intense, the echoing of the spraying water mixing with the lewd sounds of fucking and skin hitting skin and a symphony of moans. and suddenly, the dam breaks.

“yuji!” you cry out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you clench, hard. it's heavenly, feeling you spasm around his cock and milking him for all he's worth. he's meant to be here, meant to be inside you.

it's inevitable that he cums, unable to hold off any longer. his hips stutter, grinding slowly against your ass as you both come down from the high.

the water is turning cold by now, a welcome relief from the heat radiating from your bodies. yuji’s chest heaves as he catches his breath, his fingers squeezing gently at your hips before he pulls out. he should feel guilty. he should feel really fucking guilty for everything he did.

but he doesn't.

seeing the marks that he left on your skin and the cum dripping from your pussy just makes him determined to leave more, to fuck you more.

“yuji,” you start, and, fuck, he still loves the way it sounds coming from your mouth. “what… what just happened?”

you turn your head and for the first time since you got off the couch, you can see him clearly. a hand at the back of his neck, a sweet chuckle, and that innocent, boyish smile gracing his features. his face is flushed a pretty pink that matches his hair, the same hair that's stuck to his forehead from the water and sweat from fucking you.

“sorry, couldn't help myself.”

[inmymindiseethings]

One Night Only

I'm not putting warnings because fuck that. 4,901 words. I could definitely write a part 2 one day but only if @miyuhpapayuh or @kindofaintrovert ask me to because I fuck with them heavy and they always encouraged me, even when some of y’all were plagiarizing my work.

“Do you pick up strange men often?” I laugh at him and shrug one of my shoulders. His eyes are even more captivating up close. He was wreaking havoc on my senses.

“Am I picking you up? You were on me as soon as I walked through the door. Thirsty much?” He laughs, gorgeous eyes crinkling. God, he really was fine. I was definitely going to fuck him. I wanted him to turn me every which way but loose. 

“When I see something I like, I go for it. It’s the Gemini in me, I suppose.” His voice practically rumbles. It's doing something to me, and he senses it. Moving closer to me, he bends down to catch my eye. His scent floods my nostrils and I fight the urge to lean into him. Even in heels he towers over me, his bigness is attractive and I want to rub myself all over him like I’m in heat. He places a finger under my chin and tilts my head up. The eye contact is prolonged and intense. The hair on my neck raises and I swear I feel my nipples tighten. It feels electric. 

“Tell me you need a ride home, YN. Say ‘Aaron, I need a ride home. Will you take me?’ But know if you say that, I will take you. In every way we can manage it on every surface that will hold us.” I nod, swallowing quickly. “So what do you say?” I inhale deeply as his finger under my chin trails down my throat, then up again until his thumb caresses my jaw. I take a small step back, putting my hand on his chest, and to my surprise he moves with me until I am backed up against the wall. There’s nowhere for me to go, the hardness of the brick against my back amplifying the deliciousness of the trap.  I angle my head up as he brings his face closer to mine, his plump pink lips ghosting over my own, gentle warm breath slipping inside my slightly parted lips. I lean up on my toes, pushing into empty airspace, inhaling his exhales. My hand slides up his chest, fingertips interpreting his solid strength like Braille. He was going to put me through the mattress and it was exactly what I needed. I was no fool, so I knew what was necessary. 

“Aaron, I need a ride home. Will you take me?”

Sex with strangers ain’t really my thang. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done it before but I typically don’t make it a habit. So me taking this fine ass man home to fuck was definitely an anomaly in the trajectory of my sexual behavior. I wanted to see what this would be like, hell, I wanted to see what he would be like. Aaron helped me into the suv then walked around to get in himself. The ride was silent. I was hyper-aware of the chauffeur and I didn’t want to seem like a hoe. I didn’t know if this was his regular driver, if this guy was used to this man putting the moves on unsuspecting yet willing women, like myself. I felt my nerves building, the optics of the situation talking me out of dick that already wanted me, even if it was just for the night. I tapped my acrylics on my knees, attempting to pull my hemline down, as if I could suddenly invent more fabric. Aaron reaches over and takes my hand, bringing it to his lips. 

“Don’t be nervous.” I cut my eye at him then rolled them forward, indicating the driver’s presence. Aaron nods and pushes a button, the partition materializing and rolling up towards the ceiling, separating us from him. He then opens his arms and beckons me close to him and I slide toward him, watching his eyes watch my dress slide upwards with my movement, more thick brown thigh exposed to his gaze. When I finally get close he wraps his arm around me, the other hand landing on my exposed thigh. I make the mistake of looking up at him and he’s already waiting to hold my gaze, his face coming closer until he finally presses his lips against mine. What begins as a chaste peck, sparks warmth and intention. I am acutely aware of his hand on my thigh and wonder what it will take to make him want to explore more. I’m wrapped in him and I forget all about the driver or even the fact that we are still in the vehicle. His kisses are stealing my breath and when I gasp he takes full advantage of me being at his mercy, giving me tongue, which I quickly greet with my own. His lips are perfect and I can’t wait to feel them everywhere else. I hope he wasn’t the type of man that didn’t believe in eating pussy because his lips and tongue were made to make a kitty cry and mine wanted to spill all over him. I guess I was wrapped up more than I thought I was because we had arrived at my place and Aaron was sliding his hand down my thigh towards my knee and pulling away from me. I look up into his eyes, confused and he smiles, pecking my lips again.

“Darling, we’re here.”

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You aren’t prepared for this, I thought as I lay on my back in my bed watching him. He had navigated his way through my home as if he was a regular in my house of love. I was barely a regular in this bitch these days. My dry spell had turned into a seasonal drought, which had turned into a permanent pause. I was rusty in seduction and he was about to give me a refresher course that would likely put me on the sick and shut in list. I haven’t lifted a finger since I put my key in the door. A man imbued with innate leadership skills, I found myself looking to him for what to do next like I didn’t pay the bills in this bitch. He took over, turning my key in the door and letting me in, slipping my coat from my shoulders and hanging it on the stand by the door, with his own. He then surprises me by kneeling at my feet, a sight that did more to my arousal than the makeout in the car. He wraps his large hand around my ankle and lifts my stiletto-clad foot off of the floor, removing my heel. I balance myself by holding on to his shoulders and he rests his forehead on my stomach. Even kneeling, his bigness is a force to be reckoned with. He places a small kiss on my stomach through my clothing and my center clutches. He makes quick work of my other shoe and slowly slides his hands up the back of my calves, grazing the back of my knees, up my thighs, until he slides his thumbs against the edge of my black lace thong on my hips. 

“Your skin feels so good. Your body is soft.  I can’t wait to feel all of you.” I suck in a deep breath because suddenly my heart is racing. I caress his cheek. Aaron tightens his grip on my thighs and stands up, wrapping my legs around him and burying his face in the crook of my neck. I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck and he walks us back towards the hallway where my bedroom is, never once ceasing to ply that delicate skin with the sweetest of damp kisses, eventually openly sucking my skin into his mouth. I trail my acrylic nails down the back of his neck and he groans so deeply into my skin, I can feel the broad, firm, contours of his chest vibrate against my breasts. I unwrap one of my arms from around him, working my hand between us so that I can undo the buttons of his tuxedo shirt. I undo his bowtie and pull it from around his neck as we cross the threshold of my boudoir. He walks me to my dramatic ass gold canopy bed and places me in the center of it, standing up tall, looking at me with those eyes that had shifted to a seagreen found only in the Caribbean Sea. He reaches towards me, slowly pulling his unspooled bowtie from my hand, drawing his fingers through my palm before releasing me. 

“Hm. I like your bed. I’ll be back with wine. Stay put. I’ll undress you when I come back.” He turns walking back down the hallway and as soon as he is out of sight I leap out of my bed. I scramble over to my shelf to light a few candles, moving two of them to each nightstand. I then insert a few cones of slow-burning lotus-scented incense, which would balance nicely with the subtle amber vanilla candles. I then dash to my ipad, scrolling on Spotify until I found my aptly-titled playlist In The Mood, a blend of soul, RnB, Roots Reggae, and Neo-soul, all specifically selected to leave a lady with a wet and willing center. I look into the large, gold, full-length mirror at myself. My makeup has largely held up, but I grab a q-tip off of my vanity and use it to fix my eyeliner. My lips are slightly flushed and bare, as evidenced by the intense kissing Aaron and I shared. I stare at my reflection, getting lost in my own eyes, a slight change of pace for the night. 

“You’re absolutely stunning. And you don’t listen.” Aaron stood in my bedroom doorway, watching me watch myself. I turn to him, meeting his eyes and give him a half-smile.

“I wanted to make it nice for you. Set the mood, you know.”

“The mood was set the moment our eyes met. I knew I wanted you more than anyone in the entire place.”

“Including the woman you arrived with.” I smirk at him, and shamelessly he nods. Men like him never play fair. 

“Especially her. I made sure she made it home safely, but honestly, I barely remember her name. I can only think of you.” It is everything a woman wants to hear, but the wrapping is too perfect on the box it came in.

“We’ll see.”

“We shall,” Aaron says, pushing himself away from the door jamb and walking towards me, putting his large hand on my waist and walking me backward until he’s once again assisting me onto the bed. His other hand holds an uncorked and chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and two of my favorite wine glasses. He puts the glasses and bottle on one of the nightstands and pours two glasses, handing  me one.

“To us, and everything we do with each other,” he toasts, and extends his wine glass to clink my own. We both take a deep sip, holding eye contact, before he sets his glass back on the nightstand and takes a step to the end of the bed again.

He removes his tuxedo jacket, laying it across the ottoman at the foot of my bed,  and reveals suspenders and a cummerbund. He puts his hand into his pocket, removing the untied bowtie, which he drapes on the edge of the bed, watching me as I slowly rub my legs together in anticipation. He then takes his suspenders off, one broad shoulder at a time, and I am truly delighted to see his muscles flex beneath the pristine shirt. He unclips his suspenders from his waistband and lays them individually with his bowtie and cummerbund. I’m hoping the meticulous way he handles these items is revealing the care and focus he will use to make me have multiple orgasms. 

“You know, I watched you most of the evening. You seemed bored with the event but watching you was so stimulating. You are pure temptation. Even watching you chew your food made my dick hard.”

“What a crazy thing to say,” I lean back on my shoulders to enjoy this unassuming striptease. 

“Is it? I wondered if you would be as neat of an eater if it was me in your mouth. You would never have to show that kind of restraint with me,” He starts at the top button, the collar rising high on his neck, hands moving lower with each undone button. 

“You want to be in my mouth Aaron?”

“Yes. I want to explore every part of you. I want to have you in any way I can. I want a long, long night with you. For you.”

“Well it seems like you’ll have it. It’s not even ten pm yet.” His crispy white shirt hangs from his shoulders and a strip of his chest is visible. He begins with his cuffs, undoing the gold cufflinks one by one, placing them with the suspenders, cummerbund, and bow tie.  

“I plan to make the most of it. Take off your panties for me, please. I look at him briefly stunned and he raises one of those perfectly-shaped brows. I was clearly taking too long to follow his instructions.

“You struggle with compliance. Typical of women who have been forced to be in charge because the men around them are inadequate. I plan to fix your compliance issues before I leave your home.” It's my turn to raise a brow, because I pay the bills in this bitch. He chuckles at my expression.

“I’m not in the business of letting men think they run me, Aaron. You fine, but you ain’t that fine.”

He nods and walks closer to me, pulling me to my knees in the center of the bed, then reaching behind me to unzip my dress, which I couldn’t wear a bra with, due to the design. I am suddenly naked, save for the pasties covering my nipples. My nakedness feels extreme in comparison to him but his response puts me at ease as his eyes morph, pupils dilating, irises turning darker with lust.  

“You are fine enough for both of us. I am just happy to be a man in your service tonight. This is your world.” He’s been saying all the right things and I feel my body responding to him. He’s a communicator, in all the ways, and his desire for me is evident. 

I make a move to touch him, the desire to stroke the planes of his defined chest that peek through his unbuttoned shirt. I trail my hands down, down, down, my fingertips learning the terrain until I reach his waistband, where his tuxedo trousers sit over that perfect butt. I tuck my finger into his pants and pull him closer still, reaching up to push his shirt off of his shoulder with my free hand. I telegraph my desire to get him naked and he lets me undress him while re-acquainted with my decolletage, his lips and tongue weakening me, matching my growing desperation. I undo the button on his trousers and before I can pull his zipper down, he grabs both of my hands in one of his, stilling my movements, all the while worshiping my skin. His kisses move lower until he meets the swell of my right breast which he continues to kiss lovingly, finally peeling my pasty from my nipple with his teeth only to then wrap his tongue around it. I whine, I tremble. I want more and I arch my breast into his mouth and he gladly sucks more of me in, before pulling away. I moan at the loss, my nipple hardening more now that it is wet and exposed to air.

“I had a feeling you would be nothing but a distraction from my plans. I have a solution for your impatience” He reaches down to the end of the bed and grabs his cummerbund and bowtie from his orderly pile and I look at him as he encourages me to lay back, my chest rising and falling with the increasing lust of the moment. He pulls my right arm, towards the right golden post of my canopy bed and makes short work of tying my wrist to the post. He then walks around the bed and ties my left wrist with his bowtie. He proceeds to use his suspenders to tie my ankles to remaining posts, making sure that the elastic was enough to reposition my legs for wherever his nasty mind takes him.

Only the gold cufflinks remain. 

He watches me in the flickering candlelight, the playlist deciding that Tyrone Davis himself needed to tell me that this man was in the mood. That long thick dick he’s been hiding from me is spilling all the tea necessary.

Still at the edge of my bed, he grabs the cufflinks, shaking them in his hand like dice. He runs his fingertips up my right leg, and a row of goosebumps appear on my skin, which he then traces. His fingers move up my thigh, past my wet mound, up my belly until he reaches my nipple again, and he circles it with index finger before bending to suck it into his mouth with gentle nibbles. I arch back into him, happy to have his hands on me again.

“These cufflinks are special. They tighten with a screw and are made to be adjustable. They are going to look real pretty squeezing your tasty chocolate drop nipples.”

I swear my pussy audibly gushes at his words. I can be a kinky bitch and I own a few sets of nipple clamps my damn self, but the fact that this man has restrained me with parts of his tuxedo and has plans to use his cufflinks as nipple clamps is pushing me to another state of arousal. I love sex toys and I love accessories, but there’s something too fucking sexy about this god of a man going MacGyver for my pleasure. My breath becomes shallow.

“Talk to me, beautiful. How are you feeling?” I nod my head and he brings my wine glass to me, lifting it to my lips so I can sip. 

“Empty,” I responded to his question. He sits my wine glass down and peels off my left pasty and sucks my nipple into his mouth, running his finger over my cuffed nipple, which tightens against the metal. My pussy is clutching itself, squeezing my nectar from me. He lifts up, making quick work of my nipple with the remaining cuff before lifting off of the bed, finally dropping his trousers. The way he looks in his black boxer briefs stops time and I gasp before I can stop myself, biting my lip in anticipation. The dick print is exceptional and I can’t wait for the next reveal. 

“Empty, huh? Well, I plan to fill you to the brim, YN. You need a moment to consider exactly what that means so I will be back in a bit.” Before leaving my room completely, he looks back at me, tied to bed naked, nipples clamped by his gold cufflinks, hickeys starting to bloom on my chest. I see him inhale deeply, like he’s pacing himself, then he leaves the room completely, leaving me to contemplate all the ways he plans to fill me up, to the brim, as he so eloquently described it.

He returns with a glass of ice water and he’s chewing something—grapes, I confirm when he kisses me again. Without preamble, Aaron walks over to the tablet and increases the volume, then settles between my legs. He reaches into the glass, takes out an ice cube and rubs it across my chest, over the newly forming hickey, and finally over both of my nipples, making me moan out. He rubs the ice cube over my heated skin down my stomach, sucking up the water trail left behind. As the ice cube gets smaller, he rubs it on my exposed clit before finally pushing it inside of my pussy. He does this again and again, each time pushing the ice inside of me. It the most exquisite torture. He’s filling me up sure, but the intense coldness paired with the sensation of rapid melting is making me wetter, more and more gushy. He lowers himself between my spread legs, winking at me before blowing hot air on my cold clit. 

“Aaarooonnnn…please.” I moan out in pure desperation. 

“What’s wrong, beautiful? You said you were empty and I told you that I planned to fill you up. I just didn’t tell you how.”

 He smirks, finally lowering his head to my promised land, licking me from the rooter to the tooter, and back again. We groan simultaneously, as Aaron finally puts us both out of our misery. I can still feel the remaining ice cubes, and he licks the melting water at my entrance before chasing the ice cubes with his tongue, one at a time. He spends an indescribable amount of time giving a new meaning to waterworks, before he finally removes the last remaining ice cube from me with his talented tongue, kissing up my body to deposit the flavored cube in my mouth, kissing my lips and chasing the cube in my mouth with that golden tongue. He sucks my clit back between his pillowy lips, running his tongue along the underside of it and I buck my hips into his face. He doesn’t hold me at all and insteads allows me to hump his face the best I can from my restrained position, chasing an orgasm that already has my thigh muscles twitching.

“Aaron! Yes! YES! Oh my god!” 

My words babble out of my mouth and I can feel him smile in my pussy as I send a small wave to crash over his top lip. He groans, finally grabbing me in both hands, lifting my pussy to his hungry lips. I splash on him and he eats me up, his beautiful eyes taking in my body’s reaction with rapt attention. I feel another orgasm coming behind the first one and before I can grab it, he grabs it for me, pushing two of his fingers into me, where they settle firmly against that special spot that unravels me and I sob, my body shaking with the force of his introduction to my g-spot. My walls tighten on his fingers immediately and I look down at him as he rises up, propping himself up to look into my eyes as his fingers fuck into me, stoking my walls, playing in my wetness in a way that is so disrespectful.

“I’m not that fine, but I can make that pum pum sing a song just for me, huh? You ready to eat those slick words, Beautiful? You had so much to say earlier. What do you have to say now?” The come hither finger movements make me want to scream, and before I can he puts his tongue into my mouth, eating my words for me.

“Beautiful, remember what I said earlier about compliance?” I can barely nod, too caught up in the sensations he’s forcing my body through.

“Use! Your! Words” Every word is accompanied by a thrust and the last one pushes me over the edge and my walls squeeze his fingers in an iron and wet grip as I come once again for him. 

“I will be compliant, I promise!” I say trying to catch my breath. I have been pulling at my bindings, but I can’t get free. He rubs my skin and my reddening chest, getting me to calm down, and my pussy releases his fingers enough for him to pull out of me. He quickly puts his wet fingers into his mouth and sucks off my essence, moaning at the flavor. He rises from the bed and I can see the strain his boxer briefs are under as well as the shiny dark wet spot blooming from where he’s been leaking. 

“I gotta eat that pussy again before the night is over,” Aaron says to himself quietly, shaking his head as if he can’t believe the turn of events.

“She’s here when you want her, I am currently in no position to stop you,” I say from my restraints. Aaron licks the last remnants of me from his fingers before reaching into his boxer briefs to stroke his dick, his beautiful eyes roving my frame the entire time. He swipes his fingers between my nether lips, gathering wetness to rub on the head of his dick, slowly stroking himself but still not letting me see that monster in all its glory. 

“I’m not supposed to want her again. This is supposed to be one night only.I was supposed to give you a ride home and give you this dick, that’s it.  But you got me thinking about the next time I’m gon have this pussy while I’m in the middle of having this pussy, and that can’t be. I got things to do besides run after a bitch with good pussy.”

With those words, he finally drops his draws, that glorious dick bouncing out, so hard it is standing tall, precum leaking down the pretty circumcised mushroom head. I take a long, good look at it. Aaron possesses both length and girth and the musculature of his body tells you that he fucks good. You aren’t prepared for this.

I expected him to put that big dick in my mouth but instead he climbs back between my restrained legs, using the elastic of the suspenders to his advantage as he lifts my right leg over his hip, rubbing the head of himself in my gushy folds. He briefly closes his eyes, centering himself before he pushes inside of me. It’s quiet, intense, and beyond description. He pulls out before pushing in again, getting more of himself wet. My heart rate increases as he pulls out again and plunges inside of me a final time, giving me the entire length and holding himself there, groaning deeply in his chest, his head buried between my neck and shoulder. 

“Fuck, I need your hands on me. I’m sorry baby, this round might end faster than I want it to, but I promise I will fuck you all night if thats what you want me to do,” Aaron says as he reaches up with his left hand to untie the bowtie that bound my left wrist to the post, then does the same with my right, untying the cummerbund.

“Baby touch me, please. I need to feel your hands on me.” He grunts when I touch him and I dig my nails into his shoulders as he begins to pull out of me slowly. I catch myself and pull away but he shakes his head at me.

“Nails, lips, teeth, I don’t care just touch me, please,” he groans out and I wrap my arms around him again. 

“You're so deep, Aaron. So fucking deep! Fuck!!” I yell as he increases the pace of his thrusts, stretching me out. My eyes roll back in my head and I stroke his muscular back while he strokes me.

“Good ass pussy. Fuck! You got some good pussy, baby. I can’t not give you this dick as deep as I can. You should be fucked well. And often.” He continues giving me these strokes placing kisses on my neck. His other hand plays with one of my nipples caught in the cufflinks. 

“So pretty, baby. You like this, huh?” I nod, my eyes closed taking in the sensations. 

“Open your eyes, pretty. I want you to know who is taking care of you like this.” He begins to pound into me, long stroking me to breathlessness and my pussy clamps down on him, gripping with a wet gush that has him fighting for his life to pull out, spilling his pleasure all over my stomach and I can barely respond, caught up in the force of his dick knocking my gspot into my throat, making me cum before I was ready. He rolls off of me, catching his breath before getting up to walk into my ensuite bathroom for something to clean me up. I look down at the evidence on my stomach and it's a lot. He cums big, just like he does everything else. I lay back down and try to catch my breath, wiping the sweat from my brow. He walks out of the bathroom and unties my legs from the suspenders before wiping himself off of my skin. I can’t move, so he hands me the glass of water and I take a sip before handing the rest to him to finish, enjoying the sight of his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat while he drinks. He climbs back into bed, pulling me into his chest and kisses my shoulders and neck. I look over at the clock. It is only 12:17 am and I can tell we’ve barely scratched the surface.

“Ready to go again, Beautiful?” Aaron nibbles along my shoulders, gripping one of my breasts, while my nipples remains pinched in his cufflinks. Arousal, lust, and desire firmly reseat themselves in my belly and I look up at him with adoring eyes. 

Fuck me all night, indeed. 

[sulumuns-dootah]

31. 10. Piercings - Beelzebub + Bael

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Helltober '24☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

A/N: We did it freaks! :D It's the last day of October and what a ride it was! ^^ Thanks for all the support on this event! ♥ I had a lot of fun writing it and coming up with the prompts, so I hope you enjoyed it too!^^

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“Y/N, are you comfortable? If you want, you can move a bit.”

“Aw, no... They're being so good right now and it would be a shame if this little buddy came out crooked.” Beelzebub chuckles in response to Bael's soothing words, trying to make you feel more at ease as the king of gluttony carefully marks out the spots on your nipple that he'll soon pierce.

“Easy for you to say, asshole... But I'm the one who's about to lose it with how tightly they're squeezing me.” the fake king growls and smooths his hands down your hips as they sit so prettily on his cock like it's the throne of Abyssos.

When Beel appeared in his country all of a sudden on one fall evening, all Bael had for him was a giant pile of paperwork and a very long list of complaints. Instead of humoring him for at least a few minutes, however, the lord of flies strutted right by him without sparing a glance and deeper into the castle to find you, of all the demons.

“Y/N~! I have a surprise for youu~ huhu!” he sings as he follows the sweet smell of your sweat and perfume.

So that's how you find yourself, currently cockwarming Bael as the king himself officially turns you into a rightful citizen of his country. Out of the many choices you'd been able to pick from, you've chosen a nipple piercing since it's a fun secret to have, but it's also easy to hide from all the other, jealous kings if need be.

“Hmm... Here comes the flysting, you better prepare!” he now chuckles as he finally reaches for the piercing needle and lines it up with the first marked out dot.

“You mean a beesting, shi-mmh!” Bael is about to throw another still-angry remark, but is cut off due to your walls clenching onto him for dear life at the small bit of pain as the sharp needle slides through your flesh.

You've never seen Beel act so gently before as right now that he's carefully sliding your new metal jewellery through the new opening. It only hurts a bit now, but you're already prepared for any pain that will come with healing.

A small trickle of blood travels over your chest down, but the king is quick to lick up the trail and planting multiple playful bites far enough from your nipple to not irritate it any further until it's fully healed. You can't help, but feel your walls flutter at every bite and in turn making the fake king grunt in impatience.

“Huhu, you can move now~! Just be careful to not bounce too hard.” Beel teases with a wink and falls to his knees, fully revelling in the smell of your arousal.

“Hah, fuck, about time now..!” Bael scoffs and immediately starts to pick up a rather rushed pace as much as he's able to in the position you're in. The almost sudden change of state from sitting to being knocked upwards by the sheer force of his thrusts makes every sound escape from your lips.

You're so focused on the noble destroying your hole, that you don't even notice the king moving to fully dive between your legs to lick and suck like a starved man. Once you realise what's going on, you let out the loudest moan, you're sure everyone in the palace knows by now.

All the stimulation blurs your vision and your hands seek anything to ground you so you don't loose your mind, although there are worst ways to achieve that for sure. Going to the source of all the intense pressure, your fingers brush against something slippery and hard. Beelzebub's horn.

To return and also feel more connected to reality, your hand wraps around the slick spike and allows the power of Bael's thrusts to guide your hands movement. Beel thanks you for the action with continuous string of moans, vibrating against you, to match your own. And if you were to look down, you'd see his gorgeous green and golden eyes rolling back.

The only seemingly quiet one in the room is Bael, but that's only because your and the king's moans together cover the sound of the fake king's low growls and grunts.

The whole moment is so heated, with the two demons not giving you much free space between them and all the energy put into your actions, that you body can only deal with it by sweating. The smell of it not going amiss by the two Abyssos kings, helping to bring their release closer and closer.

You're not that far off either. At some point Bael leant backwards slightly, bringing you with him, which only causes him to hit deeper inside you and allowing the starved king better access to wetly slurp at your heated flesh.

Beelzebub can sense your release and can't help but chuckle, sending more vibrations to your sensitive parts. The sole action finally allowing you to reach the most intensive orgasm you've ever felt. In the bliss state your body convulses, making your hand and walls tighten around the two best friends.

Soon enough you can feel the king below you coat your hand with his horn cum and his advisor your walls with his dick cum.

As you're all coming down from your highs and catching your breaths, Bael sharply points at his king, not even having pulled out yet, “Don't think you're off the hook... There's still a mountain of papers you've gotta sign!”

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Shhh... Don't worry, I didn't forget about Amodeus and the prompt Shower(as chosen by the vote)! Asmo's will come out a bit later today ^^

[backwzzds]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ gotta breathe baby, trafalgar law (nsfw)

deep breathing always brings the best orgasms.

thinking about fucking plug!law who's such a secret nerd. it 'd been probably the third time you'd been over at his house, each time you getting to see a bit more if his geeky personality. he'd have limited edition action figurines still sitting in their boxes in pristine condition.

you'd give him a lazy smile as you looked down from where you were riding him. he had a blunt rested at the corner of his mouth, but he was too fucked out, you took it from him before it could fall out and placed it in your own. “fuck, mama," the dealer groaned out in complete shock from the tight grip you had on his dick like a vice.

"feel good? tell me how i'm doin," you grunt, slowly whining your slick cunt against his lightly trimmed pelvis.

“fuck, so good. doin' so well," he'd grunt. after a few minutes, he’d begin to notice your legs grow tired from doing all the work, so he’d halt you by resting his hand in your hip and adjusting himself so he could soon begin thrusting upward into you. “takin' me so well, baby."

"oh, law!" you whined, feeling your heavy breasts bounce up and down with the sudden movements. "make me cum, make me cum,” you chanted, almost holding your breath at the pleasure.

but law took notice of it and ran his hand down your front, stopping to rub at your pretty clit. he then used his free hand to wrap around your neck, giving it a small encouraging squeeze. "gotta breathe baby. won't cum good if you're holding it in. let go for me."

soon enough, you were beginning to get overstimulated. the rough sensations from law pounding into you was almost too much to handle when you felt your orgasm nearly reach it's peak. with a shake of your head, you were sure a tear slipped out from between your eyes as you pathetically whined, “i can't papa."

law knew if you kept being this way, you were gonna waste a good orgasm on not fully breathing properly. “yeah you can, y'er my big girl right? know you can do it baby. just let go for daddy, i promise i got you."

his reassuring words were all you needed to hear before the knot in your stomach finally came undone and you creamed all over him, leaving a ring around his girth where he entered and exited out of you. the sight alone is enough to send law over the edge himself and aide in him cumming right after you.

you both let out exasperated breaths as you feel him fill you completely full. law would stop his aggressive movements and finally pull you into him now that he got a nut. running his tattooed fingers through your brads, he'd press a sloppy, nasty kiss to your fucked out lips. with another peck, he'd whisper against you,

"knew you can do it, baby."

[n30n-l1ghts]

Riding this high with you by my side

Akihiko Sanada x Gn!Stoner!Reader

Genre: Smut Summary: Akihiko gets curious and decides to smoke with you for the first time, things escalate and fun ensues ;)

Words: 4,973

Tw:// Smoking weed (obviously), lots of cursing, Aki jokingly calls reader a brat, riding, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, reader has no prep, power bottom reader, raw dogging (THIS IS FICTION, WEAR CONDOMS PEOPLE), belly bulge, overstim kind of, begging (Aki), dubcon (they're both high, but I think that still technically counts as dubcon), Aki cums inside reader multiple times, Aki gets milked like a cow, poor boy is just so sensitive :(

for the sake of plot convenience we're not gonna worry about how reader somehow never gets in massive trouble for smoking in the dorms lmao

Petnames used: For reader:babe, baby, darlin' For Aki: babe, baby, darlin', dork (does that count? I think it counts)

A/N: This is fully self indulgent and I have no shame in admitting that. This isn't proof read at all, and there's not really much plot in this. Also, I'm not dead! This is my first actual post in like a year, I am so so sorry, life has had me in a fucking chokehold 😭😭😭 no reader pronouns are used and reader's genitals are not specified at all.

Cross posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57984556

Akihiko was pretty used to you smoking in your dorm room maybe once a week. He could smell it when it clung to your clothes and taste it on your lips when you kissed. Though strangely, he found he didn't mind it. No, in fact it made him curious.

It took him a bit to finally ask you about it, his curiosity getting the better of him, and that was how you both had ended up here. Sitting on the bed in your dorm room, silver eyes curiously watching your every move as you rolled a couple joints.

Akihiko watched in awe. Your movements were so practiced, it was as if it was second nature to you. He found it almost impressive how efficiently yet casually you were preparing the joint. In a way, it was almost relaxing to watch you work so easily.

His silver gaze remained on your hands as you worked, and his expression was somewhere between fascination and mild surprise. He watched with an almost dumbfounded smile on his lips.

"Ta-da!"

You said triumphantly after you had a couple joints made and ready, grabbing a lighter from the bedside table.

"You wanna go first or do you want me to go first?"

He was snapped out of his daze by the sound of your voice. Akihiko smiled sheepishly as he realized he had completely lost himself for a moment there. He shook his head slightly, and thought about your question. He didn't want to seem like an idiot if he did something wrong on his own, so...

"You first, that way I can see how it's done." 

He said, his smile softening as he spoke.

"It's just like smoking a cigarette, really."

You said with a shrug, holding it up to your lips, pinching it between your thumb and forefinger as you lit the larger end. You breathed in for a few beats, holding it in a bit before exhaling a puff of smoke upwards, your shoulders visibly relaxing slightly at the first hit. You then held it out for Akihiko to take, your arm extended to the side.

"Your turn babe."

"Of course it is."

Akihiko mumbled in a slightly sarcastic tone, watching as you hit from the joint like it was no big deal. He was honestly impressed just by the way you inhaled and exhaled the smoke. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but you seemed so much more relaxed after just your first hit.

His hand reached out to gently take the joint from you, fingertips brushing for a brief moment as you gave it to him. He brought the joint to his lips, and breathed in the smoke himself.

Your eyes raked over his figure as he did, looking almost sort of mesmerized by him as he hit. You watched intently, taking in his every expression. The way he looked when he was smoking was nearly ethereal, the mannerisms so uncharacteristic for him, and yet they still felt so right.

He held the smoke in his lungs for a moment, feeling how it spread through his body like a warm, gentle wave. He held his breath for a few more moments, before suddenly breathing the smoke out through his mouth. Once the last bits of smoke were gone, his breath became slightly shaky as he exhaled, and the teen let out a few small coughs as the sensation started to take effect. It was... Pleasantly strange to say the least. And the mild burning sensation in his throat didn't hurt either, it was kind of... Nice, in an odd way.

His gaze drifted over to meet yours once more

Akihiko's expression softened as he saw your reaction, as if inspecting him through a microscope. A small, lopsided smile formed on his lips, as he held the joint between his fingers.

With a chuckle, he brought the rolled up paper to his lips once more, and took another hit, then holding the smoke in his lungs for a few moments before slowly exhaling, keeping his gaze on you all the while. He chuckled before speaking up.

"You're staring, you know..."

After a couple beats you snapped out of it, shaking your head and blinking a couple times.

"Yeah, sorry- sorry, that was just way, way hotter than I expected it to be."

As soon as you spoke up, Akihiko's mild smile gained a hint of smugness at your words. He chuckled, the sound amused as he held the joint between his fingers still. He took one final hit before handing it back to you.

"Oh? You like me smoking, huh?"

 He teased, the smirk on his lips getting a bit wider at your reaction. He tilted his head, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused at the sight.

"What can I say, it's a picture I never thought I'd see, but god damn am I glad I did."

You let out a small chuckle before taking a long hit of your own, the smell starting to permeate throughout the room stronger than before (it already smelled a bit like weed when they walked in).

Akihiko let out a hum, a sense of satisfaction at your words. It was... Nice to get such a reaction from you. He wasn't sure exactly why, maybe it was just the drugs messing with his mind making him a bit more sensitive to praise. The teen leaned back, letting his body drop back onto the bed.

He laid there, his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes as he let the high overtake him slowly. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he started mumbling.

"This feels... Pretty nice..."

"Doesn't it?"

You laid down beside him, taking one more deep hit before passing it back to Akihiko, the familiar feeling of your body getting heavier and your mind getting fuzzier already starting to set in.

Akihiko's senses were also starting to get a bit dulled, and he was growing much more relaxed after his first few hits. He let out a hum in agreement, slowly opening his eyes as he felt the bed dip beside him.

He took the joint as it was handed back to him, bringing it to his lips as he took another hit, this time holding the smoke in for a few more seconds before he breathed out. A low, satisfied sigh escaped from his lips as the high started to take over more.

"Hey... There's somethin' 've always wanted to try. You're ever heard of shotgunnin'?"

You asked, your words a tad bit slurred and lazy.

His eyelids fluttered slightly from the drug starting to take full effect, but Akihiko's gaze still met yours as you spoke to him. He slowly exhaled another low sigh as he shook his head in answer to your question.

"I've never heard of it, no..." He replied, his voice low and slightly drawn out. He raised an eyebrow slightly, looking rather intrigued at the idea.

"What is it?"

"It's where I breathe out the smoke 'n you breathe it in. 's like a way sexier version of a kiss."

A tinge of pink started to appear on Akihiko's cheeks at the explanation, and a small smile formed on his lips at the realization. He let out another low hum, and laid there silently for a few seconds, clearly considering it.

Finally, he spoke up, his tone even more casual than it usually was.

"That sounds... Surprisingly nice. Pretty hot, actually. Go for it."

You hummed in response, propping yourself up to straddle Akihiko with your legs caging either side of his hips before taking the joint back. Akihiko's hands instinctively went to your hips as you straddled him, and without thinking he started to caress you gently with his thumbs. He looked up at you, the pink in his cheeks growing slightly more prominent.

He silently watched as you brought the joint to your lips and breathed in, and he waited for you silently.

You took a long drag, letting the familiar itch of the smoke flood your lungs, keeping it there for a moment before leaning down and bringing your lips to his, breathing out the smoke directly into his mouth. And the first thing you noticed was just how much better his lips tasted and felt when you were all tingly like this.

Akihiko let out a small gasp as he felt your lips against his, but he quickly closed his eyes, savoring the strange sensation of smoke as it entered his mouth and then his lungs, a pleasant taste of the weed combined with your own taste. Your lips really did taste better when he was feeling so light-headed from the high, the plush skin molding so perfectly as though the two of you were built from the ground up to slot together like puzzle pieces.

A small shiver ran down his spine as you pulled away, instantly missing your touch, He laid there quietly for a good few seconds before he was forced to breathe again. More small clouds of smoke escaped his mouth, mixing together in the air between them.

"God damn that was hot."

He mumbled after he pulled back, taking one last deep hit from the almost entirely burnt out joint. He put it out on the ashtray on your bedside table as he breathed out the huff of smoke from between his parted lips.

You let out a soft chuckle at his comment, the pink on your own cheeks darkening slightly as you nodded in agreement and let a small huff of breath out.

"That was... Unbelievably hot..." 

He commented again, his own words slow and drawn out from the effects of the drug, and clearly a tad bit more honest than usual. He still had his hands on your hips as you sat on top of him, gently grazing the soft skin with his fingers.

You quickly bent back down, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek, then his jawline, tracing down to his neck with the feather light pecks. He was just so incredibly irresistible like this, laying so pretty beneath you with his messy hair and lidded grey eyes.

As you leaned down, Akihiko instinctively tilted his head to the side slightly to give you more room to kiss his neck. His breath hitched softly at the feeling of each gentle kiss, and he couldn’t help but let small sighs and quiet hums that escaped his lips as you moved down his jaw.

He was already feeling so sensitive just from being high, and his entire body felt warm and tingly from all the contact, effectively in a state of pure bliss.

Soft and gentle kisses quickly became firmer, then became full on hickeys as you sucked and lapped at the sensitive skin, groaning just at the taste of him. Akihiko bit his lip in an instinctive attempt to hold back any sounds. As you went from light kisses to much harsher ones, he could feel a small shiver run down his spine again, goosebumps raising on his skin.

He couldn't help but let a soft moan escape his lips at the sensation, and he squeezed your hips gently with his hands.

You couldn't help but let out another small groan in response to his own noises.

"Fuuuck, baby- you taste so fuckin' good. 'n look so fuckin' pretty f'me too..."

You mumbled against his neck. You honestly weren't too sure why you were acting like this, and why your self control had left so easily. Though maybe it was just because your thoughts were a bit clouded and he just looked too damn cute.

Akihiko felt his heart skip a beat as words left your lips in such a lewd and suggestive tone, and the heat in his face suddenly flared up. He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of your voice, your lips still against his skin.

He could feel his own body reacting to your words as he shivered slightly, and he almost instinctively tried to hold back his own voice. It was strange, but the drugs were already making him so sensitive, he felt like he was getting drunk off the touch.

You had to actively hold back the ever growing urge to roll your hips against his, using every sliver of self control you still had just to try and keep yourself from pouncing, but it was getting harder and harder by the second.

"Need you- need you so bad- fuck m'sorry, but I- haah~ N- need you so fuckin' bad." 

You said through grit teeth, relenting and rolling your hips in a circle, static-y waves of pleasure coursing through your every bone with each delicious bit of friction you could get between your respective clothed sexes.

As soon as he felt the sensation of your hips against him, Akihiko could feel his mind getting foggier and more hazy than before. He could hear your voice growing needier and more desperate, and the words were almost like music to his ears in the state of mind he was in. It was like his brain was melting from your every touch.

“Then take me, baby… Take anything you want… I’m all yours-”

Any and all other words he uttered after that fell on deaf ears as you completely let go, your hand immediately reaching to take off your uniform shirt, tossing it across the room without a care in the world, doing much the same with your bottoms, leaving you in just your underwear. It's not like you both haven't done this about a million times before, but something about the effects of the weed mixed in just amplified everything, every touch, every sound, every emotion, everything was just so raw.

As soon as you undressed, Akihiko's hands quickly roamed over every newly exposed part of your body that he could reach. His hands were everywhere all at once, caressing your thighs, your stomach, your sides, your chest, all with a bit of a frenzied and almost desperate touch.

He could feel his heart beating faster in his chest as he looked at you, and he was panting softly from the rush of sensations. He was already feeling so hot, so sensitive to the touch, and he wanted to be touched by you so badly he felt like he was going crazy.

You reached down for his own uniform shirt, mumbling something under your breath as you fumbled with the buttons. It took you a second, thanks to your complete lack of coherence as a result of the high, but you still managed to get it, tossing his shirt with the exact same lack of care.

It didn't take you long to quickly dive back down, kissing a handful of dark bruising marks onto his chest, trailing them downwards as you simultaneously fumbled with his belt buckle with that same lack of tact from earlier, any and all patience completely out the window by now.

Akihiko's breathing grew heavier and more ragged as he let you kiss and suck a trail of marks down his chest and abdominal muscles. As you started to mess with his belt, he subconsciously spread his legs slightly, giving you more room to work with a small shift of his body.

He closed his eyes, and all he could feel was the faint sensation of your hands as they moved, all he could hear was his own heart racing in his ears.

When you finally did get his belt undone, you didn't even bother to fully take it off, unbuttoning his pants before tugging them and his boxers down just below his balls, enough to free his aching cock. You took a solid few moments just to stare at it, you usually did, always somehow seeming a little infatuated with it no matter how many times they did this. It was decently long, which made up for it's average girth, with a nice, thick, juicy vein running up the side of it, his tip already weeping thick beads of precum from the slit.

Akihiko's breathing hitched as he felt the cool air against his shaft, now free from the tight confines of his clothes. He opened his eyes briefly to glance down at himself. He could see the way you couldn't seem to tear your eyes away, and his cheeks started to grow hotter from the realization. You looked so fixated on him, and it made his heart race even faster in his chest.

He let out a small huff of breath, shifting slightly under the intensity of your gaze, before he spoke up in a voice slightly shaky with nerves.

“S- Stop staring-”

"Sorry, can't help it. 's just so perfect and pretty..."

You mumbled before giving a curious kitten lick to the tip, the salty taste of his pre running asking your tongue, the slight buzzing in your head causing it to taste even better then usual. You watched as he squirmed and shivered a little under your touch, biting back any unwanted noises, eliciting a small chuckle from you.

You pressed your tongue flat against the side, licking a thick stripe from base to tip, trailing over the large vain. He let out a small whine, narrowly resisting the urge to just slam your head down onto his cock and fuck your throat.

"Oh fuck... Shit- you gotta- gotta stop teasin' me darlin'-"

He whispered out in a hushed tone, his breath a little shaky and uneven.

"Patience, love, patience."

You replied before taking his tip into the warm cavern of your mouth, running your tongue along his slit and the underside of his tip. A breathy whine slipped past his lips, one hand tangling into your hair, not firmly enough to hurt, but enough to try and keep himself somewhat grounded. 

You slowly started bobbing your head up and down, gradually taking more and more of his cock into your mouth each time, until eventually the tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat deliciously, your nose pressed into the well kept tuft of white hair at his base. He groaned loudly as he bottomed out in your mouth, practically blanked out from the pleasure because holy shit, getting his dick sucked has never felt this heavenly before. 

He could feel himself quickly coming undone when you picked up the pace a little, unable to resist the urge to buck his hips up into you, matching your pace. As he started bucking, you could feel his cock slam into the back of your throat at a nearly punishing pace, tears welling in the corner of your eyes.

Wanton moans and curses flowed out of him like a mantra, the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped so prettily around his cock practically addictive to him. It didn't take much longer for his thrusts to become sloppy and uneven, picking up the pace as his hips stuttered.

"F-fuck baby- gonna cum- fuck- you're gonna take it yeah? Yeah? God- fuckin' take it- shit- 'm cummin'- oh god-"

He was cut off by a stuttered and rather loud moan as he came, thick white ropes shooting straight down your throat, his back arching slightly and eyes basically rolling into the back of his head.

You swallowed down all of the thick, salty seed that you could, pulling off of his dick with a pop, the sight of his cum and your own saliva dribbling down your chin just serving to arouse him all over again.

Akihiko panted softly, his chest heaving as he let out a shuddering sigh. He let go of your hair, gently running his hands through your locks before pulling his hand back, letting it flop down at his side.

“Hhh- Jesus…"

He said, still out of breath from the high and now from the pleasure. He glanced up at you with a small flush to his cheeks.

"...You’re really trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

"Only a little bit."

You said with a chuckle, a slight raw, and raspy undertone to your voice, partially from a bit of cottonmouth, but mostly from just having his dick shoved down your throat. Though that wasn't quite enough, not for you at least.

"Wanna feel more of you though, wanna ride you. That okay, darlin'?"

Akihiko nodded, looking up at you with wide, hazy eyes.

"Please, baby-"

He mumbled quietly. His own voice was slightly shaky and hoarse as well, and he quickly swallowed to try and soothe the slight lump in his throat.

"Just please hurry up-"

You got to work rather quickly, undressing you both the rest of the way with fervor and impatience, even more clothing being haphazardly tossed somewhere on the floor to worry about later. You leaned over to pick up a second joint, lighting it between your lips and taking a long drag of it as you simultaneously nestled yourself on top of Akihiko's length, whining. A bit at the stretch, taking your time to lower yourself on him.

He let out a soft shaky breath as you started to sit down on him, instinctively grabbing your hips and holding on tight as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back with a low groan. If he thought the warmth of your mouth was heavenly, than this had to be straight up devine, because the warmth of your hole was something else entirely. 

"Ohhh fuck."

He said in a sort of whiney tone when he bottomed out, able to see himself nestled inside of you because of the ever so slight bulge in your lower stomach. You comfortably sat there on top of him for a bit, taking another long drag of the fresh joint, gesturing with it as if to ask if he wanted some more.

"Wan' some?"

Akihiko opened his eyes to look up at you, his chest rising and falling shakily in an attempt to calm down and not cum right then and there. It took him a few moments to find his words, his mind still cloudy and fogged from the drug, before he nodded.

“Y- Yes, please-”

He managed to breathe out, one of his hands leaving your hips to reach up towards the joint. As soon as the joint was in his hand, he took a long, shaking drag from it, holding it in his lungs for a few moments before letting it out with a ragged exhale. The effects of the drug only added to the already overwhelming sensation, making the heat and pleasure rise from each point of contact between the two.

He looked up at you, his eyes hazy and unfocused from the combination of the effects, and he let out another slow, shaky breath.

“God, baby- I don’t know how much more I can take…”

He mumbled. 

" 's fine- long as I can ride you until 'm satisfied I really don't care how many times you finish..."

You hummed in response, your words honestly a bit hotter than they probably should've been, at least to Akihiko. His face flushed at the words, and he let out a soft, shaky gasp.

“You- You’re going to milk me dry at this rate-"

He spoke up, his own words a bit shaky and breathless. It was hard to tell if it was from the high or your words or both, but he quickly tried to clear his voice, and his grip on your hips started to get a bit tighter.

“You feel so damn good, baby..."

He trailed off again, letting out a shuddering gasp of air. He looked up at you with a haze in his eyes, desperate, desperate to say something else without the words being stuck in his throat. His mind was running wild, but it was hard to put it into words, like he was stuck in a fog.

“God-” 

He managed to murmur shakily.

“Baby, please… I can’t-”

"Yeah you can. I believe in you."

You took the joint from him, taking another long hit, blowing out a plume of smoke before leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, the action almost deceivingly sweet in comparison to what you were going to do next. You slowly started moving your hips up and down, methodically rolling against him at the same time, your movements a bit lazy, but effective.

Akihiko could feel the wind get knocked out of his breath as you started moving, a deep guttural groan escaping his lips as his nails dig crescent shaped marks into your flesh.

"Fuu-huhuck- Oh god, please- please baby faster- god- jesus- need you s'bad- need to feel every inch of you."

You hummed as you kept your slow pace, somewhat amused at how the ever confident boxer had been so easily reduced to a whining, whimpering mess underneath your touch.

"What's the magic word, Aki?"

Your sultry and sort of teasing tone had him practically weak in the knees, and he couldn't even care about being embarrassed anymore. His own pride he damned he just needed you. Needed to feel you, needed you to fuck him. He whines a little as if upset about your teasing, bit the way his cock twitched inside you said otherwise.

"P-please- Fuck me, ride me- please baby, yer killin' me here- oh, fuck- please-"

You couldn't help but notice just how cute he was when he was begging and writhing beneath you, and as much as you wanted to tease him forever, you wanted to go faster just as much as he did. And so you picked up the speed, the slapping of skin on skin contact, his moans, and your own noises reverberating through the room like a symphony of sorts.

"Ah- hah- haah~ thank you- thank you- fuck- ah~ thank you-"

He spewed out, accompanied by whines and moans of your name, as if he couldn't even remember how to say anything else. Every drag of his thick cock against your walls had both of you shuddering in pleasure. His noises were loud and unabashed, probably largely due to the effect of the we'd making him incapable of even caring. 

He came with a shrill moan shortly after, the feeling of everything just too overwhelming in his current state. He whimpered slightly, body shaking as he somehow grew even louder as you rode him through his orgasm, hot, thick semen filling your hole and dripping out, forming a white foamy ring around the base of his cock. He honestly felt like he could cum again just from the sight of that. 

His mind felt numb and his stomach coiled pleasantly as you kept slamming back down on him with wet 'plaps'. You threw your own head back at the pleasure of finding that perfect spot, his cock curved just right to be able to hit that one little bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars.

A litany of curses, moans and groans escaped the both of you, with Akihiko mindlessly babbling your name intermittently. And you really did milk this poor boy dry, as his sensitive cock took hardly any time to twitch back to life, and even less time to spill another warm load inside of you, hitting his third intense orgasm of the day.

You on the other hand could feel yourself reaching your limit and getting closer, that familiar warm coil in your lower stomach tightening. Your warm breath mixing together in the humid, weed stenched room, everything about you two mixing together. Your own climax was fast approaching as your pace quickened, losing its steady rhythm and instead becoming much more frantic and desperate.

“Oh, fuck- Aki- Aki ‘m so close- gonna cum, shit- cum with me baby, c’mon- fuck-” You huffed out between panting breaths, barely hanging on by a thread at this point. Akihiko wasn’t too far behind you, somehow already climbing up to his fourth high, his mind turned into mush, completely incoherent. He could only really spew out curses and your name, but he vehemently nodded in response, enough of a signal that he too was quite close again. You took one last large hit of the joint in your hand before discarding it, leaning down to attach your lips to Akihiko’s parted ones. You did much the same thing as before, but a bit less calm this time as you transferred the smoke into his mouth in unison with both of your releases.

The feeling of your lips against his, and the feeling of the smoke being passed into his own mouth, sent his mind spiraling. All of the sensations overwhelmed him, everything becoming one as he let go, shuddering and moaning against your mouth as he came. He could barely breathe by the time it was all over, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. He opened his eyes, trying to focus his hazy vision on you as he tried to speak again.

“Babe-”

You let yourself lightly drop on top of his chest, breathing heavily as you laid there with his cock buried deep inside you, your hole leaking a bit of his release, not that either of you could really care right now.

"Yeah, what?"

You asked rather breathlessly.

“God, you’re so perfect.”

Akihiko mumbled, his hands letting up their grip on you in favor of moving up to gently cradle your waist in his hands. He was still trying to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath he took.

He let his eyes shut for a moment, letting himself try and come down from the high and the rush of pleasure, before looking back up at you again.

“Love you… so, so damn much.” You let out a small huff of amusement, idly tracing shapes on his bare chest. “Yeah… Love you too, dork.”

[bewitched-bee]

Kinktober Week Day 6

Breeding- Phantom Ghoul x Fem!Reader

Minors don’t interact, blocking will happen if you do!

CW: Breeding kink, Slight mentions of heat cycle, Vaginal sex, Knotting...let me know if anything else needs added

Phantom's first heat cycle on the surface was definitely a wild ride. Everything on the surface was so new to him. He wasn't necessarily prepared for the overwhelming urges that he was experiencing.

"I need to breed you sweetheart" he says when things were getting heated one night. "You wanna breed me? Go for it" I say pulling him in for a kiss. He uses his claws to shred my clothes. He gets rid of his own clothes next then he lightly pushes me back onto the bed.

His tail wraps around me as he kisses me again. I move my hips to get some friction going and he practically whines at the sensation. "Don't tease" he says throwing his head back. "Sorry I wasn't trying to tease" I say stopping my movement. He takes his hard cock and runs it up and down my slit gathering the wetness.

"I can take you I promise" I say, he looks down at me. "You absolutely certain" he questions, I nod my head. "Please I need you to breed me as soon as possible" I say. I see his orchid colored eyes darken. "Your wish is my command" he says pushing into me.

The slight sting and stretch of it makes my brain melt slightly. I let out a moan at the feeling of him inside me. "I'm not sure how long either of us will last" he says as he starts thrusting. "I don't think either of us really cares about that" I reply.

He smirks and grabs my legs, he places them over his shoulders. "I'm gonna breed you so good you'll be carrying my kits and everyone will know you belong to me" he says. My nails grip the sheets below me as his words go straight to my core.

"Gonna make you swell with my kits and there will be no mistaking that you're mine forever" he says as he angles his hips upward. The new angle paired with the position I'm in was almost too much pleasure. I reach a hand over to rub my clit, Phantom lets out a growl. "That's my job" he says moving my hand away.

His fingers felt magical and I knew I wasn't going to last longer between the dual pleasure. Phantom pulls back a bit and lets my legs down. They immediately wrap around him and I try to move him closer. We keep that position for a few minutes.

"Shit...I'm so close I wanted to last longer" he says as his thrusts start to falter. "It's okay I'm close too" I say feeling my orgasm approach. "You can take my knot can't you" he asks, I nod my head. "Fuck yes give it to me" I say. I feel the base of him start swelling.

"C'mon Phantom give it to me" I say as he lets out a whimper. "You're gonna look so pretty when you're carrying my kits" he says. Within a few more thrusts I feel his knot enter me. I moan and claw at his back as my orgasm washes over me. My walls clenching around him brings him to his orgasm. His knot keeps everything inside so nothing can leak out.

Once our highs end, he collapses on top of me. He kisses my collarbone and I lightly scratch at his scalp. "Feel better now that you've knotted me" I ask. "A bit...won't be completely better until this heat cycle fully ends" he replies. "How long until that" I question, I feel him shrug against me.

"Anywhere from 2-4 days.....however I don't think either of us mind" he says. "Well that you're definitely right on...we both had a very good time" I reply. "Mhm just wait until round 2" he says lightly nipping at my neck. At this point I could tell I was in for a long next few days.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Restrained - Oliver Queen x male!reader

For @inhumanshadows

*Rafa Silva used as fancast*

"Is this too tight?" You ask, Oliver wiggling around in the ropes strapped across his body.

"Nope it's perfect," he replies excitedly.

You knot off the rope that starts at his chest, going down to his stomach, then his thighs, legs, ankles and back up to his chest again.

You help him settle comfortably in bed, putting his hands up to the bedframe and cuffing him into place.

"Remember the safe word baby, say nectarine and I'll stop," you tell him and he nods in agreement.

You kiss him sweetly before traveling down to his neck, Oliver sighing when you bite down on his shoulder.

By the time you reach his chest he's already tugging on the handcuffs as you lick and suck all along his chest before finally taking one of his nipples between your lips.

You spend some time alternating between his nipples getting them nice and hard, his cock now standing tall and twitching in the air.

"Y/N please," he grunts desperate for you to touch him where he needs you most.

"We're not there yet Ollie," you tease, moving down to his abs, kissing the scars that he's earned over the years.

His abs clench, his cock gently slapping against your cheek from this angle making you grin.

When you reach his pelvis he thinks your finally going to take him in your mouth but you skip over right to his thighs.

"Fuck," he grunts in frustration.

"So close," you taunt, spreading his thigh apart and ravishing them just like you have been the rest of his body.

Cum is leaking from the tip of his cock, dripping down, he feels the rope burns forming and it makes him struggle harder.

"I think I've tortured you enough," you say after spending ten minutes leaving marks all over his thighs.

His breath hitches when you lick up the shaft of his throbbing cock, sucking on the tip which makes him tugs harshly on the handcuffs, pleasurably hurting his wrists.

You bob your head expertly, taking him all the way to the back of your throat without gagging.

The ropes keep him restrained as he squirms, suddenly feeling you squeeze and play with his balls.

His eyes roll back when he cums straight down your throat, a string of curse words coming from him above you.

You delightfully swallow it all and climb on top of him, settling on his waist with Oliver writhing in the ropes, rutting his hips upwards for contact.

Placing your hands on his chest you rub your ass against his cock and he groans as he starts to get hard again.

Reaching behind you, you raise your hips up just enough to guide his cock inside you and he moans loudly when you start slowly rolling your hips while you adjust to him.

You put one hand around his throat, squeezing firmly while the other starts twisting and tugging on his nipples.

The ropes binding him feel like they are getting tighter when the slow rolling of your hips turns into fast paced rhythmic bouncing but it feels like heaven to him.

He wants to touch you so badly but the handcuffs keeping his hands above his head are denying him so instead he watches your cock swinging around while you ride him.

Your own release is approaching so you let go of his throat and quickly jerk yourself off until you are cumming all over his chest and face.

"Fuck I'm cumming Oliver!" You cry out never stopping your pace to prolong your climax.

Hearing you scream his name like that takes him over the edge and this second orgasm hits him like a tidal wave, cumming deep inside you.

When you finally slow your movements you lean down, licking your cum off his chest and straight up to his cheek where some remnants landed.

"Y/N," he mutters, chest heaving as the fatigue starts to set in.

"You okay baby?" You ask him, noticing his eyes looking hazy.

"I'm tired but in the best way," he chuckles softly.

"Let me get these ropes off of you, after I clean you up you can get some much deserved rest," you say, first taking off the handcuffs before moving to the ropes.

As you undo the ropes there's red burns all over his skin that blend in with his scars and you gently kiss them to soothe him.

He hums and smiles, looking down at you, "I love you Y/N,"

"I love you too Ollie," you smile back at him.

[kiskisur]

Hey hey brochacho bromeo brotito i saw ur post so i arrive with a request

I was just thinkin..

Ha ha.. mybe..

Dom bottom reader x mammon from obey me?

Maybe.

Couldnt find any of ur obey me writings yet so i thought i'd slide my own card in through the door slor

ᝰ.ᐟ I get drunk pretend that I'm over

+ Just realized how unspecific that request was. Hard to go off of anything there mb mb;

Always been pulling my hair abt the lack of sugar bby mammon fics if it works as any idea 👁️

warnings: NSFW dom!bottom male reader x sub!top mammon, sugar baby!mammon and sugar daddy!reader, praise kink, mammon being subby it's cute fr, no pronouns mentioned but reader is a male so.., mammon is possessive and wants you to himself.

note: OMG FINALLY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS? #+_! -__; I don't know how to write NSFW so apologies 😭

slurping and panting filled mammon's room, his hand covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his moans while the other gripped on your hair for dear life.

"hngh- [Name]..! shit, aAh~ your mouth i-is so gOod~!" he kept babbling praises, whining and moaning as his hips started to move by themselves.

you placed your hand on his stomach and pushed him back down the bed, keeping him in place as your head bobbed up and down.

Your tongue, hot and skilled, traced teasing patterns along mammon's length, eliciting a symphony of gasps and whines from him. Your lips formed an exquisite seal around him as you took him deeper into your mouth, your movements guided by a primal instinct.

"w-wait, 'm gonna c-cum! yes, y-yes just like that! keep suck- uGh~! suckin'..!" *a familiar knot tightened in his stomach, his hips starting to fuck your mouth out of desperation but before he could reach his climax you pulled away.

"n-nghh?!— what the h-hell!?" *he looked down at you with frustration and confusion, panting heavily at the interruption as he squirmed.

"I don't want you cumming yet, hun." You got up from your knees, sitting down on his lap as you swiftly removed your shorts, revealing your hard length as well as mammon's eyes sparkled with excitement

"ride me, please ride m-me make me feel good!" he was begging at this point, it was a rare sight of him pleading for you to take him.

you found it adorable so you gave him a chance, lifting your hips before positioning the tip of his cock in your entrance, a high-pitched whine escaping his lips when you took him fully.

his arms snaked around your waist, digging his nails in as he received a gasp from you, his hips thrusting upwards.

"so t-tight 'round my cock mm~ y-you feel so good! o-oh fuck yes!" he kept praising and thrusting into you while nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as grunts and moans filled the room.

you tug his white hair, whining on top of him before clenching around his cock. "just like, mm!— that.. good boy, keep thrusting in m-me, yeah?" you whisper in his ear, your eyes rolling back when he kept ramming the tip of his cock on a new sensitive spot inside of you.

"s-so good, gonna fuck you hard and l-let my brothers know that only I, m-mammon, can make you feel good!" despite rutting like a dog in heat his prideful personality kept slipping every once in a while, it was cute and hot honestly.

"mine! o-only mine and mine alone!" *he growled, mammon's relentless thrusts continued, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room as you gave in to the overwhelming pleasure.

he relished in the sight of you losing control, feeling your walls clenching and spasming around him. The chorus of your combined ecstasy pushed mammon to the edge, his own release nearing its peak.

"t-they think they can- ugh! j-just steal you away from me!? I was your f-first!" His grip on you tightened even further, almost possessive. And with a deep, guttural groan, mammon reached his climax.

He filled you with his warmth, your bodies trembling against each other as the final waves of pleasure washed over you. "m-mine.." he grumbled, looking up at your face which was full of tears because of the overwhelming pleasure that hit you.

suddenly something hard poked inside you again.

ᝰ.ᐟ self-destruct, show up like an idiot.

[lexa-griffins]

I think we need to hear more about milf Lexa and her hot babysitter Clarke. Lazy sex by the pool

The kids spend two weeks during the summer with Lexa's parents and as much as Lexa loves her babies she looks forward to these two weeks aaaaall year.

She is chilling by the pool, reading a book (5 pages without interruptions, a miracle) when the doorbell rings. With her summer robe around her Lexa strolls to the door, confused but not even a bit displeased at seeing Clarke standing there with a smile on her face.

"Clarke? I thought I'd told you the kids aren't home for these next couple of weeks.".

Clarke chuckles and shakes her head, "You did, I was just wondering if I left my watch here? I can't find it."

Its an half baked apology if Lexa's ever seen one. Clarke could have just called. But then again, so could have Lexa when she found the watch over the weekend.

"I think you did, come in."

The watch is still on the small coffee table outside by the pool an hour later.

Lexa can feel the sun burning her shoulders slightly, Clarke's cheeks already gaining a clear sunburn. Neither make Lexa stop her movements as she lazily rides Clarke's cock, slow rolls of her hips helped my Clarke's palm on her back.

Clarke lets out a soft "fuck" every so often but does not ask Lexa to go faster or tries to take control. Instead, she enjoys the view of the older woman on top of her, her smaller chest moving with each of her movements, a blissful smile on her face. Lexa looks beautiful with the sun shining down on her, brown hair turned honey in the sunlight, green eyes a pool of jade.

"Clarke I'm gonna-" She doesn't manage to end her sentence before her orgams hits her, her body tensing above Clarke has she takes the reigns, thrusting gently upwards and circling her clit, making sure to extend the pleasure as long as she can't before her own climax hits her at the tail end of Lexa's own.

They never exchange many words. But a passionate kiss is still shared between them as Clarke pumps Lexa full of her cum.

As they both come down, Clarke refuses to take her dick off of its favorite place. Lexa stays put as well, laying on top of Clarke as the girl rubs her back.

"Your back is all burnt Lexa." Clarke whispers, a kiss on her shoulder.

Lexa smiles and shrugs, "I don't care."

"You'll care tomorrow."

"Clarke, I pay you to babysit my kids, not me." Its a soft playful warning that makes Clarke smile.

The next day Clarke's watch sits in Lexa's bedside table as she straddles her from behind, her crotch nicely nestled between her ass cheeks while Lexa lays on her front, moaning.

"I told you you'd care about the sunburn today." Clarke tells her, a kiss between the olfer woman's red shoulder blades.

[desswright29]

“They keep saying that I’m nothing like my father But, I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars If you cross me, I'm just like my father” “I am colder than Titanic water”

Pairing: Shuri/ Y/n / Riri

Contains: Dark, Angst, Tragedy, Murder, Cold hearted Shuri, Heart broken Shuri, Rider Riri, First love Reader.

A/N: I guess I’ve been what people call inspired. Not much going on in the Shuri fanfiction world right now so this is being written purely because the vision won’t let me go. Lol But those who read I hope you enjoy! Also it’s a series. Hopefully a short one.

“I'll be your shotgun rider 'Til the day I die Smoke out the window flyin' Down the 405 I'll be your backseat baby, drivin' you crazy Anytime you like I'll be your shotgun rider 'Til the day I, 'til the day I die”

“Sixteen carriages drivin' away While I watch them ride with my fears away To the summer sunset on a holy night On a long back road, all the tears I fight”

Introduction

His naked body thrashed under the grip of my fingers. I stare souless into his eyes wondering how long could he hold his breath before his death. Looking into the black holes he called eyes, there was only one word that could describe what I saw behind them. Tragedy…Years of my lives tragedies, my losses drowned beneath my grip. Bubbles flowed from his nose and lips, his eyes widened from what I could only guess was pure shock beneath the water. Slowly the urgency behind his movements stop. The oxygen bubbles seized by the water. My sleeves are submerged and bloody. I don’t care. A single tear of relief falls from my eye, and a slow smile spreads across my lips. It was over. The bloody trail of bodies left behind me, all for this one moment. I wanted to savour it. The sweet sweet taste of his death. 

  In an instant a shot rang out, a burning pain, taking over my body. My eyes widened as I let out a strangled gasp. And there you were, Thando Wam. Smiling at me. Innocent, ethereal, unscathed. You carressed my face, kissed my lips, told me it was going to be ok. 

“I’m sorry. I-I’m s-so sorry. S-Sthandwa.” I whispered. My body slides down the side of the claw foot tub as you reach for me. Ready to take me into your arms. Take me to safety. But there were so many people. Yelling, pointing there guns. I reach over to my right, grabbing my automatic Glock. I lift it, closing my eyes.

“I love you.” 

I fire. 

“HEY!” I awake gasping for air, my hand landing on my chest. My body jerked upward as I look around frantically. Confused. Heart racing. A strange man stood over me on the back of a bus, and I grip my trash bag filled with all the belongings I had in the world. “Yehlisa umoya (calm down), Young lady. We’re at your stop.” He says face upturned in concern. My breathing slows as I realize I was only dreaming. I nod, groggily wiping my face before grabbing my belongings, and standing to my feet stretching. Making my way off of the bus, i shoot a soft “thank you,” over my shoulder to the old man. As I step off onto the concrete, the doors close behind me and I take in the scenery, breathing in the fresh air. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the paper that held my lifeline. A simple address. And I began my journey.

 As I walk I feel the stares, as though I was some sort of alien. A mixture of disgust, or pity. I wore the standard release clothes they gave all the prisoners who couldn’t fit the ones they wore when they went in. Khakis and a Polo, white socks with slides, and I did the best I could with my hair. But, there’s only so much you can do with it in there. I’m sure I looked exactly like what I was. An ex-con. I couldn’t care less right now though. Right now I was leaning onto something I rarely allowed myself to. And that was hope. Hope that I would make it to this address, and all of the shame, and embarrassment would melt away. That I’d be excepted.

Finally,  I reach my destination, a nice apartment complex about five minutes away from the university. I stood frozen. Afraid of what awaited me there, as people walked by ogoling me. I took a deep breath and gave myself words of encouragement in my head and moved forward. Entering the building, I walk up three flights of stairs to the correct floor. Searching for the number 3112. I spot it to the left of me and stop in front. I shift on my feet working up the nerve to knock. Swallowing I lift my fist knocking three times. 

“Who is it?” I hear immediately. The sound of her voice sending me into a state of shock and once again I freeze. My heart dropping, and my eyes begining to water a bit. I could only stand there lost for words. I hear her footsteps approaching, and shuffling behind the door. I struggle with the thought of just turning away no way you would accept me this way. It was too late, I heard a gasp, right before the door swings open. There you stand. Even more beautiful than I remember, eyes wide, glistening with tears. 

“Shuri.” You whisper. Your eyes trailed my body. More than likely taken aback by the tattoo’s that lined my arms and neck. Your bottom lip began to quiver, and you allowed a tear to fall from your eye. “Shuri?” You say again. In disbelief.

“It’s me baby. I’m back.”

[soraviie]

Hi i love your work! can i request a scenario for a jealous jimin. Thank you! You can hurt me with the angst and melt me with the fluff, i don’t mind. Thank you!

yessss.....give me jealous Jimin! tis bit angsty lol

You do not know who was the fool that coined the phrase of "green-eyed monster". The ones that bored into you, apathetically watching the drunken, shameful stumble from the front of the club to the car were not green, not even the brown you adored so much. Black. Pitch black. Hateful.

Sliding into the car you're greeted by stifled silence. You put on a seatbelt, shrinking further into the seat as the driver takes off back home. Jimin was always so colourful, so bright, like a whole specter of rainbow, so it was no surprise his jealousy complex had its starkly different hues.

One of mad, rough sex was deep burgundy; yellow for the little envies that could be soothed by a simple, innocent kiss, playful ire more than anything; cool purple was for making you jealous in return, toxic, something that you hated and he vowed to never do again after that first and last time but this one, this one was by far the worst.

Black. The absence of light and colour. Where he didn't touch you, didn't even acknowledge your existence. Should he do so much as look at you, his gaze would be filled with vile disgust - you were sure of it.

You did this to spite him, really but what they said was true what goes around, comes around. Being with Jimin was not easy. How could it possibly be? He was perfect. Everyone wanted him. He was...he was. And you were not. His jealousy was a mixed hotbed of all you wanted and everything you feared. He was jealous, he loved you. He was jealous, he was angry at you. He loathed you.

"I don't hate you. Are you stupid?"

The light snarl in his tone cuts through the choked up atmosphere with one violent stroke. It seemed that he wanted to project an air of impassiveness, like he couldn't possibly care less but the tension in his shoulders says otherwise.

"Don't call me stupid," you slur, focusing all your attention on the loose skin next to your nails. You rip it, claw away a part of your dirty flesh. It provides cool, washing relief. Though his face is turned to the window, glaring blindly into the night, jaw working in a tight clench, Jimin's hands come to rest on top of yours, halting the anxious movement. He hated when you did that.

"Sorry," he mumbles but the second that innate gentleness threatens to take over, his face falls blank once more. "Do you love me?"

"Of course, I do!" you turn to him, squirming anxiously in the seat. Had you been sober, you'd not been this upset but truly you can't stand him being angry with you.

"How much?"

"With my whole heart!"

His stare caresses your face, slowly dripping up and down as if in deep thought.

"Are you sure?" he hums, lips curling into growl. "'Cause I'm not all that certain."

"Let me make it up to you," you clutch at his hand with fraught desperation. Even he seems to be taken aback by such an outburst. You were not known for egregious displays of emotion.

"You think riding me whilst drunk is going to do the trick?" he scoffs, venom pouring out of every twisted expression and lilt of voice. "Something so cheap will substitute as apology?"

You dart your head down, ready to cry. The alcohol was really getting to you. Tomorrow you'll be ashamed for not being more independent, more self-sufficient and prideful. You know that and Jimin knows that and even though he was a possessive little fuck, ultimately he was kind.

Two fingers lift your chin upwards, forcing your eyes to settle on his face.

"Promise, you're mine and I'm yours," he demands sternly. "Promise you won't ever, ever do this shit again. _______________ promise me now or I'll," his breath stutters and he falls silent, glancing away. "Like I could ever leave you," he mutters bitterly.

"I promise," you fervently nod along with your words, almost breaking the seat belt from its place. "I promise!"

He sighs, the whole sum of his anger leaving all at once until there's nothing but a tired body and mind left behind.

"Let's get you cleaned up at home, alright," he mumbles heavily, wiping away a tear you did not notice slid down. "You're a mess."

send in a picture of the boys and I’ll write a scenario

[hendolish]

OKAYYY thank you in advance <3 i dont req often i'm still a little shaky but maybe jude/trent & something like marathon sex but it doesn't have to be too long of course! whatever you're comfortable with i'd just like it to be implied they've been going at it for a while + jude eating trent's pussy because that idea specifically has been messing with my head for a bit 🙁 thank you so so much many blessings 💙🙆

jude bellingham/trent alexander-arnold | taking my time ♡ (smut, feminisation)

“Fuck—“

Trent hisses out as his back arches up from the bed, muscles tensing involuntarily. “Fuck… Jude, please.”

He doesn’t really know what he’s asking for anymore but at this point anything would do; Jude’s hands, tongue, cock. He needs more, desperately searching for release.

Jude hushes him softly, pressing the words against his ear as he slips his fingers back inside Trent, “I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

The movement is easy, unsurprisingly. He’s been fucked three times and counting and Jude’s cock is certainly more than enough to have stretched him out.

The younger knows exactly how to press Trent’s buttons, stroking inside him slowly before he’s pressing up against that spot that has him gasping out for breath and almost choking on Jude’s name.

Jude’s smug and cocky as he watches him, pleased he can take Trent apart so easily with a mere press of his fingers in his overstimulated state. “You like that yeah?”

Trent begins to nod but feels like that’s a given so gives up halfway through, entranced by the cheeky curve of his boyfriend’s lips as he goes on, “Love taking my time with you, making you feel good.”

He’s given no chance to answer before Jude’s lowering himself down on the bed so that he’s level with Trent’s pussy, holding his gaze from under his ridiculously long eyelashes before he’s pressing a kiss to the reddened lips there and running his tongue over the slit.

Something akin to a choked moan fights its way out of Trent’s chest as he scrambles for something solid to ground him, immense pleasure immediately coursing through his veins at the wet sensation.

He settles on Jude’s head in the end, running his fingers across his hair as the younger dives enthusiastically into eating him out, his tongue tracing Trent’s folds before sucking on his clit and causing his body to jolt violently against the bed once again.

Jude slides his hands to Trent’s thighs as he works his tongue, using his strength to hitch them further upwards and leave Trent even more exposed. Lost to the throes of endless pleasure, Trent hasn’t much choice but to strap in for the ride, locking his ankles behind Jude’s back as he throws his head back against the pillows.

♡