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Pay Me Mind, Please? ☆ Eren Yeager

☆ WORD COUNT – 8.5k ☆ SYNOPSIS – You're feeling needier than usual and you want nothing more than Eren's attention so you take matters into your own hands. Not to mention he's being awfully rude, all he cares about is his dumb game. Will he cave and give you what you want? ☆ CONTENT WARNINGS – Dom!Eren, breath play, dumbification, degradation, choking, Eren is a meanie

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You sighed as you rolled over in the bed, stuffing your face into the pillow. A groan laced with a hint of annoyance was absorbed into the suffocating thickness of the pillow’s cushion. Huffing another breath, you turned your head to the side to glance at Eren who was sitting in the desk chair beside the bed. A look of concentration and engrossment was dripping from his sharp features.

His jaw was clenched and unmoving as his eyes were steady on the bright screen. Long, nimble fingers were dancing along the keyboard and computer mouse. His lengthy, dark hair was pulled into a messy bun on the back of his head. The few loose strands that he missed in the front were pushed back by a black headset that hugged his ears snuggly.

You trailed wandering eyes all over his figure, taking in everything in front of you. Eren was wearing a pair of grey shorts that hugged his thighs almost a little too tightly. Looking up a bit more, you were met with the dog tag that sat on his bare chest. The silver plated jewelry reflected light from the screen as it hung low from his neck. Your eyes began to hurt as you stared at the reflective jewelry.

You listened intently as he muttered quiet profanities under his breath every once in a while, expressing his frustration at whatever game it was he happened to be playing.

It had been a while since he's said anything to you. You weren't exactly sure how long it had been, you stopped counting.

"Are you almost done?" You whined as you nudged the chair with your foot.

Eren was quick to push your foot off the chair. "I said soon." He snapped, not even bothering to look at you.

It was very clear that he was annoyed with you. You've been bugging him for hours to come lay with you. But how could it possibly be your fault when he was the one who's been ignoring you all this time?

It wasn't uncommon for him to get like this, all inattentive and snappy. It happened whenever he'd play on that dumb computer. You'd be lying if you said you've never thought about smashing his precious monitor.

You sighed once again before pushing yourself up from the bed to stand behind him. Leaning down, you stuffed your face into the crook of his neck as you ran your hands along his bare biceps. You dragged your fingertips along the smooth skin as an attempt to pull his gaze away from the screen.

Eren never moved. He stayed still with a tight jaw as he continued to absentmindedly press buttons on the keyboard in front of him. It's almost like he was pretending you weren't even there.

You listened with careful ears to the pool of voices spilling from his headset. There were three distinctive voices, none of which you recognized. Maybe just a few of his friends, you thought.

You dropped your head down a bit to press your wet lips against his neck, placing a gentle kiss to the skin.

Still, nothing.

You wanted him so bad while he wanted nothing to do with you. It was hard to explain why, but seeing him like this, all unresponsive and impolite, it only made you want him more. You hated to admit it, but sometimes you liked when he got like this, only because you loved begging for him. It’s almost like a guilty pleasure of yours.

"Eren, please come lay down." You begged, mumbling the words against his skin.

He said nothing as you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck, further burrowing your face into him. You played with the silver chain of his necklace, twirling your fingers around the cold metal. As you did so, you continued to mutter a spew of incoherent pleads against the skin of his neck.

You placed a few more sweet kisses to the tight skin before slipping your tongue past your lips to lick at the flesh. Eren only shuffled a bit in his seat, readjusting himself, but still, he remained quiet.

"I want you, Eren." You admitted, speaking your words directly into his ear. You dragged a desperate hand down his torso, feeling every curve and divot of the profound muscles. He huffed an irritated breath before pushing your hand off of him.

You threw your hands up in defeat before backing away.

"You're no fun." You pouted while crossing your arms over your chest. You threw yourself onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. While laying quiet for a moment, you listened to the pattern of clicking coming from the keyboard as you let your mind wander.

Your thoughts didn't stray too far. Truthfully, the only thing you could think about was Eren. Your mind was always plagued with thoughts of him. Not a single one of them were ever clean either. Not in the slightest.

For some odd reason, you found yourself pushing your thighs together at the thought of him. You grew hot and uncomfortable as you let your mind drift off. The sole thought of Eren turning off his computer and walking over to you with the intent of fucking you stupid had your stomach flipping with excitement.

You wanted nothing more than to take all of him right then. You wanted to take him so deep, as much as he could give, or as much as you could take. You wanted him in the worst possible way. You wanted him in a way that one would consider worrisome.

God, you couldn't bear laying there anymore. You needed him so desperately, but he made it obvious that he wasn't going to give you what you wanted. The only option was to take matters into your own hands. If Eren wasn't going to give you what you want, so be it.

You dragged a slow hand down your body as you glanced over at Eren. You frowned as you noticed his eyes were still glued to the screen. All you wanted was his attention and you were willing to go great lengths to get just that.

With that same hand, you pushed your shirt up a bit to touch the skin that sat beneath. You carefully trailed your fingers along the soft skin of your stomach, trying to mimic Eren’s touch. Sliding your hand up just a bit, you began to massage the supple skin of your tits. Gently, you pinched the hardening buds. A barely audible gasp slipped past your lips at the contact.

You quickly looked over again to see if he noticed.

Nothing.

Before you even had time to think about it, you were sliding that hand back down your body and into your underwear. Your bottom lip quickly found itself tucked away between your teeth as you began making slow, cautious circles on your clit.

You couldn't help the whiny little moans that fell from your mouth as you felt your fingers becoming coated in your slick arousal. You always got so wet just from the thought of Eren. One could consider it almost piteous.

Two desperate fingers were quick to find themselves pushing into your wet little cunt. Your mouth fell open as you started to push them in and out of yourself. Small pants and whimpers made their way into the air as they came from your open mouth.

You rocked your hips into your hand, trying to get as much out of your fingers as you possibly could. It almost wasn't enough.

While pursing your lips together, you looked over once more. Eren's eyes weren't on you, but he was no longer typing on his keyboard. He sat still with his hands resting on the keys.

"God, are you that fucking desperate?" Eren spat. He never looked at you.

His words startled you but you couldn't stop yourself from nodding with furrowed eyebrows. "Eren, Please." You begged.

It was true. You were that desperate, and it pained you that he wasn't willing to help.

You looked absolutely pathetic–begging for God knows what. You were just mumbling whatever came to mind. You had no idea what you were begging for. Plead after plead fell from your mouth as you laid helplessly on the bed, fingers resting in your cunt.

With one hand, Eren was roughly pushing his headset back so that the unit could rest loosely around his neck. The hairs that were once tucked away by the headset fell in front of his face, messily covering his forehead in several dark brown strands of hair.

"Please what?" He closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands. He proceeded to massage his temples, displaying his annoyance. "Do you even know what you're begging for?" He continued. His words were sharp and curt.

"You." Was all you could muster out. It was weak and a slight waver could be detected in your voice.

Eren scoffed at your words. He thought you sounded utterly pitiful. "You're unbelievable.” He muttered under his breath.

"Please, Eren?" You begged profusely as you shifted on the bed so that you could be positioned on your knees. You pushed out your bottom lip and you put on your best puppy-dog eyes. Eren never thought you looked more pitiful. He almost wanted to laugh.

God, you were such a mess for him. You didn't even have to think twice before you were pushing yourself up from the bed in order to stumble over to where he sat once again.

Before Eren could protest, you were dropping to your knees before him. He glanced down for a second, shooting you with a look of annoyance. Ignoring it, you leaned forward to prop yourself up a little higher on your knees. Two hands were quick to find themselves sliding up his thighs in order to play with the thick fabric of his shorts.

"Can’t you ever just listen the first time?" He questioned as he roughly pushed you away. Your back hit a leg of the desk behind you. You winced as jolts of sharp pain surged through your backside. Even while frowning in pain, you couldn't deny how good his harsh words made you feel.

"Please just let me. I want to make you feel good, baby, that’s all. Please?" You begged. And God, he was right. You sounded so fucking desperate. It was almost pathetic, he thought so too.

You didn't give him a chance to say anything else, before he could, you were running a hand up his thigh to gently palm him through his shorts. He wasn't even hard. Obviously, you thought. After all, you were the only one who was craving this anyway. Eren couldn’t care less.

"Please?" You mumbled again as you dropped your head so that your face could hover over his crotch. Leaning forward a little more, you kissed him through his shorts as you ran your little fingers all along his thighs. Eren remained quiet with a stoic grimace on his face.

While reaching towards the waistband of his shorts, you looked up at him with desperate eyes. You pulled the elastic back a bit before slipping a hand inside to pull his cock free. Gently, you held him in your hand. He was warm and heavy. You wanted nothing more than to put your lips on it. God, you'd do anything.

"Please can I put it in my mouth?" You whined. "Please?"

You'd beg all day if it meant you got even half the chance to please Eren. You'd beg until you couldn't beg anymore. Pride isn't something that necessarily influenced your actions when it came to him. If anything, it's the last thing. Ever since the day you met Eren, you quickly learned that ruining your pride was the only means of getting your way with him. So that's why you'd do it again, and again, and again. All because the only thing you ever want to do is please him.

It's the only thing you're good for.

His attention was no longer on you as his eyes were trained on the screen once again. "If it'll get you to fucking behave, knock yourself out." As Eren spoke, he was simultaneously pulling the headset from around his neck to place it back onto his head, pushing the messy strands of hair back to their respective places.

That was the only thing you needed to hear. With that, you were already parting your lips to slip him between them.

You took in as much of him as you could, wasting no time to feel him in the back of your throat. God, and even like this, he was still so big. He always stretched your jaw out real nicely.

Taking a deep breath, you relaxed your jaw to allow more of him to fit into your mouth. You could already feel your eyes beginning to brim with thick tears as he hit the back of your throat.

Slowly, you bobbed your head up and down, taking in as much of him as possible. Using both hands, you sloppily stroked what couldn't fit. He filled your mouth up so fucking good, you could hardly breathe. That's what you wanted though. You'd suffocate if it meant you got even half the chance to please him.

You hollowed your cheeks so that you could have a tighter suction around him, much like a vise. Every now and then, you'd give yourself a break, you did so by releasing him with an obscene pop in order to catch your breath. As you took a moment to breathe, you never stopped stroking him.

You lifted your head momentarily to part your lips, allowing saliva to fall from your tongue onto Eren's cock. You watched carefully as your spit slowly dripped from the tip, all the way to the base.

Suddenly, a harsh hand was gripping at your hair, directing your gaze upward. "Don't do too much." Eren spoke through gritted teeth. His features, which were illuminated by the white light of the screen, were as stolid as ever. You couldn't stop yourself from nodding with furrowed eyebrows.

You muttered a quick apology as you searched for his eyes. With that, Eren was releasing his grip from you with a slight push. And just like that, his attention was no longer on you.

You lowered your head onto him once again, determined to please him just the way he wants. Gently, you took him into your hands as you slipped your tongue past your wet lips. You licked a long, ponderous strip from the base, all the way to the head of his pretty cock. It was so fucking pretty, it almost pained you.

"It's so pretty." You shamefully admitted. "I love how it feels in my mouth." You muttered a few more praising words before taking him whole again. You weren't very loud when you spoke, it was almost a whisper. You would hate to upset Eren even more than he already was, so you kept your comments to yourself.

While swallowing around him, you couldn't control the silent gags or the saliva slipping from the corners of your mouth. It slowly dripped from your mouth, down your chin, and all over Eren's lap. There's no doubt that he'd scold you about ruining his new shorts. But that's for a later time. Now, the only thing you could think about was feeling his warm, white seed in the back of your throat. That's the only thing you wanted.

The only sounds that could be heard were your muffled moans and the rapid clicking coming from the keyboard above you.

Eren remained relatively quiet with the exception of an occasional hiss at the feeling of your teeth grazing his dick every now and then. The only other sound he made was the huff of an irritated breath just to express his annoyance even further.

The feeling of Eren in your mouth always made your stomach turn–the good kind. The kind when you’d have to squeeze your thighs together. The kind when you‘d curl your toes because you can feel him in every part of your body. The kind when you can feel the warm arousal seeping from your cunt, ruining your pretty laced underwear. And the kind when you can't help but to moan and whimper around him as you roll your hips against absolutely nothing but the thick air beneath you.

As you sat on your knees before him, you just couldn't sit still. The feeling of your wet little cunt rubbing against the fabric of your underwear had you on the verge of cumming just like that, untouched.

You could hardly focus on pleasing Eren with being so aroused like that. You found yourself struggling as you tried to multitask– ignoring the growing heat between your legs while also trying to get your disapproving lover off. It was a shame how quickly it took for you to direct the attention onto yourself when the whole reason you're in the situation in the first place is because you wanted to please him , not the other way around. But you just couldn't help yourself. How selfish of you.

You almost froze when you felt a warm, heavy hand on the back of your neck, guiding your movements. Directing your gaze upward, you were met with an unamused Eren who had dark, hooded eyes.

"Wanna suck my dick so fucking bad but can't even do it right." Eren shook his head in disapproval before sighing. "Want me to help you, hm?" He hummed as he ran his fingers through your hair. He proceeded to push the tousled strands out of the way, revealing your cock-drunken features to him.

Eren thought you looked a complete and utter mess. Disheveled strands of hair stuck to your forehead with the thin layer of sweat that sat there. The bottom half of your face was dripping in your own saliva. You had a faint streak of mascara just below your eyes. And your face was stuffed full of cock.

He was being so sweet, but you knew it was feign. The tone in which he spoke was dripping in a false sense of concern.

You could only muffle a broken moan in response as you couldn't exactly speak, not with your mouth stuffed like that anyway.

"Yeah? You want my help? Is that it?" He questioned again, a slight coo decorating his words with a pretty little bow. As he spoke, he was simultaneously pulling you off of him by your hair so that you could properly face him. You took it as an opportunity to nod, muttering a quick yes , ready to accept whatever he gives you.

"Of course you want my fucking help." Was the last thing Eren said before he was readjusting his grip on your hair to roughly push your head down onto him, the action forcing a harsh gag out of you.

He was quick to pick up a merciless pace almost immediately, roughly pushing and pulling your head off of him. The grip he had on your hair was tight and heavy. With the way his fingers were haphazardly entangled within your roots, it was sure to be knotted beyond repair when he finished with you. You couldn’t find yourself to care.

Eren never told you, but he loved when you got like this– all desperate to please him. He'd never admit to it though. He loved fucking your throat until your mascara was dripping halfway down your pretty face. He loved when you’d gagged around him because he was just a little too big for your mouth. He loved when you'd beg to taste him. And he loved how much of a cock slut you'd get for him. He loved it all, but he would never tell you. Behind that callous facade, he just couldn't get enough of you. Of course you'd never know.

The gags that came from you were guttural. He had tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill and run all down your flushed cheeks.

Getting Eren off always turned you into a cock-drunk mess. So drunk to the point you couldn’t even register him bringing his free hand down to pinch your nose, completely depriving you of air. Panicking, you began to slap at his thighs as you felt your throat beginning to constrict around him. The tightening sensation is what elicited a groan of pleasure from deep within his chest.

The tears that sat so heavily in your eyes finally fell, coating your cheeks in the warm, salty substance. Your muffled sobs of pleasure and the lewd squelching sound coming from your mouth was enough to have Eren's stomach churning in arousal.

"Yeah, take it all you nasty bitch." Eren suddenly spoke through gritted teeth as he continued to use your mouth. Though it shouldn't have, his brash words had you rutting your cunt against the heel of your foot like a fucking dog. You have never wanted to cum so bad in your life.

With the help of your involuntary movements, the arousal that sat so thickly at your entrance slowly spread itself all over the expanse of your cunt. The way you were uncomfortably shifting around on your knees every now and then in attemps to relieve yourself forced your slick to create the messiest wet patch on your underwear. It left behind the cutest little stain on the fabric, leaving the material a little darker than before.

Eren quickly pulled himself out of your mouth and took his cock in his palm. He proceeded to rub himself across your face, spreading your saliva all over your features. Slowly, he dragged the tip of his cock from your wet mouth, to your cheeks, across your nose, and all the way to your forehead. He even took it upon himself to slap you across the face with it, forcing you to wince in pain.

“Mmm yeah, you like when I slap you in the face with my cock? Huh?” As Eren questioned you, he repeated the action a few more times– slowly dragging his shaft across your face, only to slap you with it seconds later. There was no doubt that your cheeks would be flushed with the most obnoxious shade of crimson when he finished with you.

You found yourself nodding with rapidity. You weren’t sure why, but the physical pain was enough to have you on the verge of cumming in your underwear.

“Yeah? You like that shit?” Eren allowed a throaty moan to slip past his lips. “Nasty bitch.” Was the last thing Eren muttered before he was shoving himself back into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you.

Without thinking, Eren began to thrust his hips upward, meeting your face halfway. It was involuntary, but he couldn't stop himself from doing it. He tried so hard to stifle the moans that rested so prominently in his chest.

Every now and then, those unwarranted moans would slip past Eren's lips even though he tried his hardest to suppress them. The sounds that came from him went straight to your core, only adding to the building puddle of arousal between your legs.

God, it was so uncomfortable– sitting there before him with soiled underwear. The dull ache you felt deep in your core quickly grew irritating and you wanted nothing more than to relieve yourself.

You couldn't stop yourself from slipping a needy hand past the waistband of your thin underwear to touch yourself as you messily got your boyfriend off. The immediate sense of relief you felt as soon as your hand came into contact with your sopping cunt was peerless.

The moan that came from your occupied mouth was borderline pornographic. It was a muffled, high pitched moan. The kind of moan that takes its time to build up, deep within your chest, waiting until that perfect moment. It was one of those pathetic moans too– the kind when you can't be quiet even if you wanted to.

You could almost cry right then. You weren't sure if it was from the feeling of your fingers rubbing along your slick folds with a sense of urgency, or the fact that Eren was lodged in the back of your throat and you could hardly breathe. Maybe both perhaps. Whatever the reason was, you couldn't find yourself to complain, not that you wanted to anyway.

"This is the only thing you ever wanna do, huh?" As he questioned you, he never stopped bucking his hips into your mouth. "Suck my dick like a fucking whore?" He cocked his head to the right before continuing.

“Yeah, I bet you love sucking my dick, right?” He paused for a moment to allow a throaty groan to escape his open mouth, “You like making me feel good, is that it? Hm?”

Though Eren was well aware that you couldn't exactly speak, part of him was still expecting an answer. God, you tried so hard to respond to him. The only sounds you could make in response were incomplete moans and the sputter of you choking around him, but that's not what he wanted.

With a harsh hand, Eren was pulling you up by your hair once again, forcing your gaze onto his unsatisfied face. He wasn't pleased. "Answer me." He spoke through clenched teeth.

Almost immediately you found yourself nodding up at him, chanting small yeses and mhms in response. "Yes, I love it… I love it so much." You could feel more tears forming in your eyes as you replied.

His rough tone had your sopping walls pulsing around your fingers. It was all a bit much for your poor brain to handle. You could hardly think.

As you stared up at him, Eren's gradually tightening grip on your hair had you wincing in pain, but it was a pain that you didn't mind. Some sick part of you liked the pain to some extent– maybe you even got off to it. A bit of a masochist don't you think?

“I bet you would just love it if I fucked you too, wouldn’t you?” Eren couldn't even finish his sentence before you began nodding up at him with haste. In that moment, the only thing that occupied your foggy mind was the thought of him so deep inside of you as you laid beneath him so compliently like a good girl should. You wanted that more than anything. You wanted him more than anything.

“Yeah? Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you?” Eren questioned as he placed a hand on your cheek, caressing the warm skin with his thumb.

You nodded once more.

What pained you is that he knew exactly what you wanted. Eren always knew, even if he pretended he didn’t. He wasn’t dumb, he just loved when you’d get so desperate to the point you can’t help but to beg for him. What an egotistic fuck.

“Yes please... I want you to fuck me, Eren.” You confirmed, shifting around uncomfortably as he continued to stroke your cheek. “Please?”

Eren didn’t respond. Instead, he removed his hand from your face in order to help you to your feet. Your hands fell back to grip onto the desk behind you and your knees buckled as you tried to regain your balance. He placed two seemingly reassuring hands on your waist to stabilize you.

Eren turned you around so that you could face his monitor. The features of your pretty face lit up from the bright light of the screen in front of you. He proceeded to roughly push your body forward, forcing you to fall onto the desk with a shallow gasp. Your face and clothed chest were now flush with the dark, polished wood.

With one hand, Eren was pushing your soiled underwear to the side, revealing your dripping cunt to him. With his other hand, he began slowly stroking his dick with the help of your saliva from earlier. He nudged the head against your entrance and sighed before speaking, “If I fuck you, I don’t wanna hear you. I don’t want you to touch me. I don’t even want you to look at me. You think you can listen to me for once and do that?”

You took a moment to process what he said. You could feel your heart sink in your chest as you tried to make sense of his harsh words. How were you ever going to stay quiet? Whenever Eren did fuck you, it was virtually impossible for you to even keep your mouth closed.

Before you could amass enough brainpower to respond, Eren was pulling you up from the desk by the thick neckline of your shirt, slightly choking you in the process.

He dropped his head low enough so that he could be level with your face. “Are you even comprehending what I’m saying to you right now? Or are you too much of a brainless slut to understand me?” His voice was sharper than a cleaver and his warm breath fanned across your face.

He was being awfully mean to you, but for some odd reason, you didn’t find yourself to mind it. If anything, it only helped turn you into the drunkest little slut for him.

“Yes… yes, I understand. Please… please just fuck me.” Your words were beginning to slur together as you spoke sporadically. You even felt yourself struggling to breathe. With that, Eren released his hold on your shirt, making you fall forward with a mild thud. Your face was now pressed against his keyboard.

For some unknown reason, begging for Eren always made your vision go blurry with thick tears. You were never sure if it was the result of desperation or just pure sexual avidity.

Eren took his dick in his hand and began rubbing the head all along your glistening folds, painfully slow. Without even realizing, you began involuntarily rolling your hips at the feeling of him. It helped ease the aching tension between your legs.

“Don’t move.” Eren spoke. Two heavy hands were coming down to grip at your hips in order to keep you still. You mumbled a weak apology, hoping that he’d come around to forgive you.

He moved his hands down just a bit so that they could rest on the ample skin of your ass. With both hands, he proceeded to spread you apart, putting your pussy on display for him even further.

No matter how much of a facade Eren put on before you, he would never be able to get over the sight of your pretty little pussy. It was just too good. Of course you’d never know.

“When I’m done with you, you’re gonna leave me alone. You got that?” Eren questioned as he simultaneously began pushing the tip of himself inside of you. You slowly nodded as your mouth fell open at the feeling of him.

A strong hand was coming down to entangle itself within your hair. That same hand was pulling at your roots, forcing your gaze upward, “Tell me that you understand.” Eren demanded. He wasn’t even halfway inside of you and you already found yourself struggling to speak. How pathetic.

“I… I understand. Just please…” Your sentence trailed off when you felt him push himself inside of you a little further. With his fingers still tucked in your hair, Eren proceeded to shove your face down onto the desk, smushing your cheek as he did so. “God, Eren… please.”

Though he couldn’t exactly see your face, Eren just knew you had the most pitiful look etched across all of your features. He knew because it’s the same exact look you’d give him every single time he was about to fuck you senseless. It was almost habitual.

Your eyebrows would knit together as if someone tied them up at the center and pulled them toward the ceiling with a microscopic string. Your wet lips would part just the slightest bit as drool would threaten to spill out the corners of your mouth. And your eyes wouldn’t only be glossed over with tears, but they’d also be glossed over with a look of raw desperation. Absolutely pitiful.

Before you could piece together another feasible thought, Eren was pushing himself the rest of the way inside of you without so much as a warning. Immediately, you found yourself squirming away from him as you were far too sensitive to take all of him so soon. What’s odd is that this is exactly what you asked for, so you’d think you’d be a little more appreciative, right?

Both of Eren’s hands were coming down once again to hold you in place. He had one hand on your waist, while the other was just a little further down, resting on the curve of your hip. The grip he had on you was heavy enough to leave the prettiest little marks for you to discover the next day.

While beginning to rock his hips into you, slow enough to have you on the verge of sobbing, Eren lowered his head so that it could hover over your own before speaking. “You wanted me to fuck you, right?” As he questioned you, he was starting to pick up his pace, quickening the thrust of his hips.

Your mouth sat open while small, untimed breaths fell from it, no other sound would form. With teary and crossed eyes, you nodded to the man above you.

“Then act like it.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

You slowly nodded once again.

As Eren pushed himself in and out of your cunt, you found it nearly impossible to keep quiet. Each time his pelvis met with the curve of your ass, you could feel him so fucking deep– so deep to the point you wanted nothing more than to cry out for him, but Eren wouldn’t like that and you would hate to further upset him. Instead, you just laid there before him, face pressed to the desk, with parted lips and a slack jaw.

The way his hips collided with your ass so roughly had you on the brink of cumming right then. It was far too soon and you knew it, but the feeling of your stomach clenching all the while your sopping walls pulsed around him had your mind going all fuzzy. If you weren’t mistaken, part of you swore you saw white splotches in your vision.

You wanted nothing more than to tell Eren how good he was making you feel, but he made it very clear that he didn’t want to hear you.

No matter how much Eren pretended he didn’t want to fuck you, he always did it so fucking well. The way his cock would graze against your slick walls with each thrust of his hips was always so perfect to say the absolute least. It always had your stomach churning in the thickest arousal.

Eren could almost cringe at how wet you were. The way your slick coated his cock in the shiniest, most glossiest layer had him wanting to scold you for it. He wasn’t completely sure why though. Truthfully, he never understood why you would get so wet for him when all he’d ever do was call you the meanest names.

Sometimes, Eren would feel bad for being so mean to you, but then he would notice how aroused his harsh words got you so it made him feel a bit better about it. He just couldn’t help but to be rude. Who could blame him anyway? You were always so fucking annoying when you’d get like this. He couldn’t help himself. He would do just about anything to shut you up. Ever since the day he met you, he quickly learned that fucking you was the only way you’d ever stay quiet.

He felt indescribably good, filling your pussy up to the fucking brim, but you needed so much more of him. You needed him so much deeper than what he was giving.

Without thinking, you began pushing back onto him, attempting to meet his thrusts halfway. You found yourself panting like a fucking dog as you took what you needed from him.

“Don’t fucking move, [your name].” With a deft hand, Eren was pushing down onto your lower back as an attempt to keep you grounded. You could hardly move with his hand there. That’s exactly what he wanted.

You couldn’t help the choked moans and whimpers that slipped past your lips. Moan after moan fell from your open mouth as Eren pushed himself into you. You never came to realize how much noise you were even making until one of Eren’s hands were coming down to wrap itself around your throat, lifting your body up from the desk.

“Eren… ‘Ren, please.” You gasped and sobbed to the man behind you as you felt his grip on your throat gradually tighten. Desperately, you reached up with both hands to grab at the wrist that choked you.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He spat. With his free hand, Eren was peeling you off of him.

He had your backside pressed against his chest whilst he continued to fuck himself into you. With his face pressed to your neck and lips ghosting the shell of your ear, Eren spoke, “Do you remember me telling you that I didn’t want to hear you?”

You whispered a small yes as you nodded to him.

“Yeah? You remember that?” He questioned again, a slight coo dancing in his tone.

You mumbled yet another yes in response.

“Then why the fuck can I hear you? Huh?” The tone in which he spoke had your stomach clenching and walls pulsing around him. You couldn’t help but to apologize to him. You felt terrible for disobeying, but it’s not like you meant to. It was his fault anyway. He knew you couldn’t stay quiet even if you wanted to.

With your throat still in Eren’s hand and your back to his chest, he began to fuck you harder. The soft skin of your ass would ripple with the force of each thrust. The sound was obscene. That was the only thing that could be heard, other than your shallow gasps of air and Eren’s heavy breathing from behind you.

Every now and then, a grunt or a barely audible groan would erupt from deep within Eren’s chest. He didn’t mean for you to hear him, as he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing that part of him was enjoying this. But you heard him, loud and clear.

Somehow, you managed to turn your head far enough to the side in an attempt to catch a quick glimpse of Eren. The sight you were met with was enough to have your legs trembling as they dangled from the desk, almost on the verge of giving out.

Each and every one of his admirable features was worth mentioning. It was the way his eyebrows furrowed together just the teeniest bit at the center. The way his forehead glistened in the thinnest layer of sweat. The way those messy strands of hair tried to peek through his headset. The way his abdomen would clench with every thrust of his hips. Even the way his mouth hung open just the slightest as unanticipated moans slipped from it. God, it was all worth mentioning.

Eren could swear on his life that he hated this, although you’d never believe him. That pure sight of him alone was more than enough evidence to prove that you weren’t the only one craving this. Eren craved it too. Maybe not nearly as much as you, but a small part of him didn’t mind it.

He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t enjoying this. He always enjoyed fucking himself into your sweet little pussy until your brain was nothing but mush. He loved it when you’d throw yourself at him so that he could use you like the little slut that you are. And most of all, he loved it when you’d disobey him so that he’d have an actual excuse to be mean to you.

Fuck, there’s nothing Eren loved more than being mean to his sweet little girlfriend. It’s the one thing that turned him on the absolute most without fail.

Eren must have felt your lingering gaze because the hand that was coming up to your face startled you half to death.

“You must like it when I’m mean to you, huh?” As he spoke, he was using a single hand to completely cover your mouth, nose, and eyes– not only muffling your moans, but blocking your vision and obstructing your breathing as well. His hand covered the entirety of your face. “Is that why you disobey me? Because you like when I treat you like shit?” He questioned you once more, jerking your face in aggression as he spoke.

You couldn’t stop yourself from nodding. Your salty tears and muffled sobs of pleasure were absorbed into his palm.

“I gave you a few simple instructions, yet you still managed to disobey every single one of them.” You whispered a barely audible apology only to be hushed by Eren. You heard him deeply sigh before readjusting himself behind you. He didn’t want to hear your apologies nor did he care. As a matter of fact, he couldn't care less.

You heard him shuffling around behind you in an attempt to find a new position. Eren pushed the desk chair to his side and proceeded to hike his right leg up, planting his foot on the chair’s cushion. He then readjusted his grip on your hips, his fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh. God, it stung so bad– almost to the point it felt good.

Eren pulled himself all the way out of you, the tip of himself resting just at your entrance. You almost wanted to frown at the loss of contact. With one of his hands, he took his cock and began rubbing the head along the expanse of your cunt, careful as to not miss a single part of you. He dragged himself from your clit, all the way down to your entrance again, pushing in the head just a bit, only to pull it out just as quickly. He did that a few times, seeing how long you could endure this before you would lose your mind.

It didn’t take long for you to start whining at the feeling of him. Eren wasn’t surprised. It hadn’t even been more than a few seconds before you started huffing irritated breaths, whimpering his name, and muttering all kinds of pathetic pleads.

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to leave you like this, [your name].” As Eren spoke, he never stopped his tortuous movements. “You don’t want me to leave you like this, do you?” He continued as he ran a calloused hand down your back, tracing your spine. You immediately shook your head.

The way Eren had you nearly falling apart before him was almost sad. He had you like putty in his hands. You’d let him mold you into just about anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. You were always willing to do anything for that man. Not only was it pathetic, but it was miserable.

Eren pushed the head of himself inside of you once more before bottoming out in a single thrust. Almost immediately, he picked up the most merciless pace imaginable.

He was fucking you so good and hard, that your entire body would move with each thrust of his hips. The desk would creak just the slightest bit each time his pelvis met with the curve of your ass. With his leg hiked up on the chair like that, he was able to hit a spot so deep, you were afraid you’d cum before you even wanted to.

You could hear Eren’s shaky breaths and deep grunts from behind you. Everytime he went to inhale, his breath would hitch just the slightest bit in his throat. You even noticed the barely audible whimpers in each of his breaths. He only did that when he was about to cum. He thought you wouldn’t notice, but you did. You always noticed.

He felt so fucking good to the point you were a few more thrusts away from cumming. You began panting like a bitch in heat as you felt your walls closing around him. And though you were tightening around his dick, Eren’s thrusts never fluctuated. He held that same, cruel pace he began with, not faltering in the slightest.

You wanted to tell Eren that you were cumming. You really did, but you knew you couldn’t. All you could do was lay there and take all of him as you tried to stifle your moans and whimpers. It was hard– trying to remain quiet while on the brink of cumming. Of course Eren knew you were struggling, he just didn’t care.

Your poor brain couldn’t even register the harsh orgasm that coursed through your body. The feeling of your abdomen contracting and the fluttering of your soft walls around his cock made it nearly impossible for you to breathe. Your head felt warm and fuzzy as your long awaited orgasm finally washed over your limp body, leaving you a twitching, stuttering mess. That feeling would always be unmatched.

The force of Eren’s thrusts had your cum leaking out of you, creating the biggest mess. Your heavy release coated your cunt, the expanse of your ass, and Eren’s cock in a milky-white layer. Fuck, it was so messy.

Eren couldn’t help but to throw his head back as he let a guttural groan fall from his mouth. He allowed his head to dangle over his broad shoulders as he stared up at the ceiling. The feeling of you cumming around him made it extremely hard for even him to keep quiet. What a hypocrite.

“You think you deserve my cum?” Eren questioned. As he prompted you, he was directing his gaze down from the ceiling and onto your ruined body. You began nodding desperately. You wanted his cum more than anything. You needed it.

“Yeah? You think so?” Eren cooed. He pulled himself out of you to hastily stroke himself in his hand, his gaze fixated on your cunt. Your slick and viscous arousal coated both his cock and his palm in the messiest layer. You started mumbling small mhms and whimpers in response.

With his free hand, Eren pulled you up from the desk by your shirt and finally turned you around. As he did so, he never stopped stroking himself. You were finally able to get a decent look at him and God, he was so fucking fine. His face was dusted with the faintest shade of red, his forehead was sticky with beads of sweat, and his cock was dripping in your release. The headset that was once around his head wasn’t even there anymore, it was barely resting around his neck– dangerously close to falling off.

Eren brought that same hand up to your head, threading his fingers within your hair. With a single hand, he was pushing you to your knees. You fell to the floor with a loud thud. It didn’t take much resistance from you, if any at all. Your knees were far too weak for you to even attempt any form of defiance, not that you wanted to anyway.

You were now face to face with Eren’s cock.

A set of teary, doed eyes and knitted eyebrows were staring up at Eren as he sloppily stroked himself in front of your face. You sat on your knees before him, practically drooling like a fucking puppy ready to receive a treat.

“You want it?” Eren asked, cocking his head to the side, his thick fingers still tucked in your hair.

You nodded up at him. He knew what you wanted.

With his hand still on your head, Eren began to pull at your roots, forcing your gaze upward. He continued to stroke himself in front of you. He was so close to your face, you felt the head of his cock brush the tip of your nose.

“Oh fuck.” Eren silently cursed under his breath when he felt his stomach tightening at the same time his cock was twitching in his hand. As he felt himself nearing his orgasm, his grip on your hair only tightened, slowly forcing your head further back.

The sounds that came from him were guttural. He finally allowed those choked up moans and hitched breaths to fall freely from his mouth as he began to release himself. Warm, translucent ropes of cum were being released all over you. Your entire face was covered in it– your lips, your nose, your cheeks, and even your forehead was dripping in the sticky substance.

Eren pumped himself in his hand a few more times with slow, languid strokes before he began dragging his dripping tip across your face, spreading his seed. He dragged his cock from your cheek, across the bridge of your nose, all the way to the opposite side of your face before ending at your lips. He proceeded to push himself into your mouth one final time, forcing you to gag around him. He only laughed at your response.

Eren exhaled a sigh of exhaustion before pulling his shorts back up his thighs. The hand he used to stroke himself with was still wet with both of your cum, so Eren took it upon himself to wipe his hand on your shirt, staining the fabric with his seed. He made sure to look you in your eyes as he did so.

“Clean this shit up.” Was the last thing Eren said to you before he was sitting back down and pulling his headset from around his neck to place it back onto his head. He unpaused that stupid computer of his and just like that, his attention was no longer on you.

You never moved. You stayed still in the same exact position he left you. Your face felt all warm and sticky, but you didn’t mind it. If anything, you loved it. You loved how Eren’s cum felt as it dripped down your cheeks.

You loved it so much that you decided to take your index finger and swipe it across your face, collecting the sticky substance. You proceeded to push that very finger into your mouth, sucking him clean off the skin. You hummed to yourself in satisfaction as you tried to savor the taste of Eren on your tongue.

You were content– happy even. You got exactly what you wanted just like always. Eren could never say no to you no matter how hard he tried. But now that you’ve got what you so desperately craved, you’re going to leave Eren alone to play his game just like he asked you… right?

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Only if You Say Yes | Armageddon Event

Request: Pride | Park Sunghoon (ENHA) by anon song!

warnings! MDNI18+, fem!reader, college au, jealousy (mutual), hurt/comfort, fwb→lover/exes→lovers (depends how you look at it), alcohol mentions (no one is drunk) reader makes out with Jake, sunghoon is a bit of an asshole and controlling lol, PIV, no protection, failed pull-out method, make-up sex, semi-dom reader, cowgirl, brief fingering

notes! I kinda went off im sorry. trying out the angst I guess. last rec of the event!! (thank god)

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It doesn’t bother you at all. Not how her hands caress his shoulders and pull him closer. Not how he leans into her touch, a shit-eating grin on his lips like he knows you’re watching. Even if they’re practically glued to each other on the couch, acting as if they’re anything more than fuck buddies - it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.

The reason your chest aches and your face feels hot is because of the alcohol. Jungle juice from college parties never sits right with you. This drink isn’t an expectation, but shit, you didn’t think it’d make your heart race.

“Fucking creep.” Sunoo sneers unashamedly. “Look at Sunghoon, looking at you like that bitch isn’t sucking off his face. I hate that guy.” He looks at you, an eyebrow arched and pouty lips forming a frown. “I can’t believe you hooked up with him.”

Hooking up with him would be an understatement. Sunghoon is a good lay, a great lay if you want to be honest. He was as good with his words as he was with his dick. You knew nothing would ever blossom beyond a good fuck, but damn. Why does he have to keep eyeing you like he knows?

“It’s whatever.” You shrug, eyes moving to the sea of people in the cramped apartment. “I don’t care.”

But Sunoo knows better, the smile settling on his lips says it all. “Right. Well, I think you should get your freak on girl. You’re having dick withdrawals. It’s bad for the heart…and pussy.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes despite a grin creeping on your lips. “Oh my god. You’re stupid.” Sunoo laughs with you, his pretty eyes turning into moon crescents. It makes you feel lighter like Sunghoon’s stare is nothing more than a fly buzzing around you. “But I think I’m done with hookups for a while. I have assignments to do and shit.”

“Ugh! Babe, you’re such a stick in the mud. Just a quick little make-out never hurt anyone.” He wiggles his eyes suggestively. “Could also make a little someone jealous.”

When you roll your eyes again, it’s pure irritation. “Anywho, I wouldn’t even know who with. Unless this is your way of asking me, and if so, I accept.” You pucker your lips, closing your eyes and leaning in only to be met with the palm of Sunoo’s smooth hand.

“Ew! Bitch, be serious. You know damn well you are not my type. I’m talking about Jake!”

That makes your eyes open and tilt your head so look at your friend. “Jake? I don’t think we’re very uh…compatible.”

Sunoo’s gaze fixes behind you. His hand lowers to his side and he smirks. “Guess we’re about to find out. Hey Jake!”

Speak of the fucking devil.

He comes from behind, and the sound of his heavy shoes echo like an omen. Jake nods in acknowledgment to Sunoo, eyes bouncing between you both. “Hey. Didn’t expect to see you two here.”

The black shirt clings to him nicely, the outline of his pecs visible. He wears a silver chain around his neck that only accentuates his jawline. And when he smiles, he directs it at you. “Especially you. I thought you’d be too busy moping.”

A look of shock ripples through you. It takes a few blinks and the awkward opening and closing of your mouth before you say, “W-what? Why?”

Jake looks confused for a second. He turns to the couch at the other side of the room where Sunghoon is now squished between two girls.

You take a swig of the burning alcohol.

“Weren’t you guys dating or something?”

Sunoo snorts, quickly covering his mouth and pinching his nose. You look at him, but his eyes tell you that he hasn’t said a peep about anything. You look back to Jake. “No? Where did you hear that from?”

More confusion etches on his masculine features. “Uh…Sunghoon?”

This time, Sunoo can’t contain his laughter. His giggles cause the people around him to look, but all you can focus on is the sincerity in Jake’s words. “What?”

“Oh, fuck me.” Sunoo’s face is flushed. “I need a drink.” Before you could even hold him captive, your friend quickly weaves through the drunk swarm of bodies to leave you and Jake.

Whatever. “What do you mean he said we were dating?”

“Okay, he didn’t use that word, but pretty much. I don’t wanna say too much, but he was basically acting like you two were an item.”

You shake your head. “Bullshit. Is that why he’s about to have a threesome on the couch right now?”

Jake sighs. “Well, now it’s different. He didn’t really tell me much other than that you dumped him-”

“We weren’t even dating.”

“Fine. That you told him to buzz off and he’s just trying to find a rebound. Listen, I know you don’t believe me, but Sunghoon was really…into you. He stopped hooking up with other people when he started seeing you.”

You hate the way your heart clenches. Like him keeping it in his pants is something romantic. “I…I don’t believe you.”

Jake shrugs. “I know. Sunghoon is a bit too prideful to admit when he likes someone. Sorry you had to put up with him.”

Despite the lump in your throat, you give a weak smile. “I did it to myself. I should have known. But if you’re really sorry, you should make out with me.”

Jake laughs with nervousness. “I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Hardly. This tastes like shit.” You wave the cup in the air, causing the liquid to slosh inside. “I’m being serious. About kissing. I think I need a rebound too.”

Most men are put off by the idea of having seconds, but Jake isn’t most men. “But me? You know I’ve been friends with Sunghoon since high school, right?”

You nod, trying so hard to hide the smile coming on your lips.

Jake grins widely. “Oh, I get it.” He leans down, an arm propping up on the counter and tilting his head so his mouth perfectly aligns with yours. He smells expensive, like not even a drop of liquor has managed to soil his clothing. “You’re too pretty to be so cruel.” But he doesn’t kiss you, not yet.

His nose touches the tip of yours and lowers until it grazes your chin. A breath gets caught in your throat when he trails over your jawline, finding the spot beneath your ear so he can whisper. “Is he looking?”

You’re almost scared to look. Jake places his hand on your waist to give an encouraging squeeze, but to most, it seems like he’s feeling you up.

And when you find the courage to glance at Sunghoon, that’s exactly what he’s thinking now. Even from across the room, you can see his pupils blown wide. He’s stiff despite the girls chatting and kissing on his neck. They’re trying to tug him back onto the couch, their glossy lips pouting and pleading, but Sunghoon looks as though he’s about to run to you.

“Is he?” Jake’s accent snaps you back. You’re now conscious of his lips brushing your neck, how he switches from one side to the other to give the illusion of leaving you marks.

And shit, with how his fingers dig into your back, you kind of wish he would.

“Y-yeah. He looks pissed.”

You can feel how Jake’s chest rumbles with laughter, vibrating your own. He pulls away from you, but not far at all. His eyes stare into yours mischievously. You nearly forget that this is the boy who gets the best grades and is on his way to valedictorian, but being Sunghoon’s friend also means he likes to think with the head in his pants too.

“Good. Let’s give him something to get real mad at, yeah?”

And when he leans in, you welcome him. His head tilts down while your’s tilts up. His lips mold against yours roughly, shoving his tongue deep and exploring your taste.

You let out a squeak. Logically, it’s better to start hot and heavy. Make Sunghoon see how desperate you are for each other, but you yearn for the sweet kisses Sunghoon gave you. His tongue would caress your own, coaxing it into his mouth so your spit could mingle and mix, forming strings when you pulled away.

But with Jake, you let him take full reign. There was something almost…hot letting someone have control. Jake didn’t care how your teeth clashed or if drool seeped from the corner of your mouth. He licked it back in as if he expected it, putting his tongue on yours quickly.

It took a moment for you to catch up with him. To move your lips so you could catch his muscle between them and suck.

He shivered. You could tell Jake wanted to keep going with how his arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you close, but he broke away. “No wonder Sunghoon’s so fucking obsessed with you.”

Sunghoon. You turn to the side, forcing Jake to land on your cheek but he quickly recovers. You scan the couch for any sign of Sunghoon, but he’s gone. The girls who swarmed him now look dejected, their annoyance clear.

But Sunghoon, where is he? You’re distracted by Jake’s mouth leaving open kisses on your neck and throat, but even then, Sunghoon should stick out like a sore thumb.

Jake’s lips bush over a sensitive spot and you shiver. An involuntary moan escapes your swollen lips and he eagerly laps his tongue over the skin. His teeth bite hard enough to make you whine, but that’s nothing compared to the yelp Jake lets out when he’s suddenly ripped away.

The loss of his body leaves you cold but Sunghoon’s fired eyes make you hot all over again.

He has Jake by the back collar of his shirt. The knuckles on his first are white as if begging to turn pink and red from letting his anger out on Jake’s pretty face.

Sunghoon doesn’t even have to say a thing. The look he gives his friend is full of warning and Jake straightens up immediately, nodding and silently surrendering to Sunghoon’s piercing gaze.

“She’s all yours, bro.” And with that, he leaves you with a wink.

Maybe it’s because of the arousal and adrenaline coursing through your veins, but you’re not as scared as you were before. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Sunghoon takes a step closer, anger dripping off his tone. “You’re sucking on my best friend's face and I’m not supposed to say anything?”

The people around you two have moved away, a wise choice.

You cross your arms. “Obviously not. I didn’t see you having an issue when those girls were all up on you. Why is it when I do?”

Sunghoon’s face morphs into cold humor. “Oh wow. What? You wanted to make me jealous or something?”

You burn red. “I did not!”

“You so did.” It feels like a punch in the gut when he laughs. “You think I give a fuck who you wanna make out with?”

“No shit you do. You wouldn’t have pulled him off me if you didn’t.”

Sunghoon’s eyes slide to your neck, right where Jake had been sucking. You doubt it’s purple, but you can bet your money it blooms with pink. You almost want to cover it with your hand, but you rather like the way Sunghoon’s jaw ticks.

“I’m not arguing with you here.” Before you can argue that he can at all, he pulls you by the arm. He doesn’t even bother weaving through the crowd, he bustles through it. Most people move aside, but the drunks are pushed by his shoulders and left to mourn their spilled drinks.

You catch Sunoo’s eyes. He’s got a man attached to his back, grinding against him to the beat of the music, but Sunoo doesn’t sway his hips at all. There’s worry in his eyes.

You shake your head and mouth, It's fine.

It’s all you get to say before Sunghoon drags you into the nearest room and shuts the door. Neither of you knows whose pad this is, the posters on the wall say it all. But Sunghoon walks around the room like he owns it.

Cocky bastard.

“I don’t want you around him again,” Sunhoon speaks with authority. “Don’t give me that shit and say you like him. I know damn well you don’t.”

You put your weight on one hip and huff. “And if I do? What? You’re gonna forbid me from speaking to him?”

“Yes.” Sunghoon stops pacing. “I haven't seen you in a month. And when I do, you’re trying to get in my friend’s pants?” Something like hurt echoes in his eyes. “I hate that.”

Fuck, you’re shaking. Your core trembles and though you try to blame the sensation on Jake, you know it’s Sunghoon’s dominating aura making your stomach clench. “You don’t think I hated seeing you with those girls? Letting them kiss you like they…like they own you? But I didn’t go over there and start a catfight, did I? No. You did. Acting like you’re my fucking boyfriend or something.”

He’s seething, and shit, you’ve never been so fired up. Anger and arousal mix within. Slick moistens your underwear seeing Sunghoon stride to you. Your stomach dips when he backs you against the wall.

You almost moan when his jaw tenses.

“I’m trying really, really hard not to yell at you right now.” Sunghoon’s lips quiver when he takes a shaky breath. “I told you I didn't want a relationship. You said that was fine. Then all of a sudden, you start getting clingy and shit. Yeah, I think it’s cute, but then you dump me. Out of nowhere, out of the blue. So yeah, I let some chicks feel up on me to feel a little bit better about myself, and who do I get to see?” His upper lip twists into a snarl. “You.”

He’s leaned in close, neck bending and eyes boring into yours. Still, that does the opposite of intimidate you. “See? That’s the fucking issue. All you ever think about is yourself. You wanted a quick fuck. You wanted a relationship without the commitment. Did you ever think about how I felt being in this…weird fucking tango? Going to places with you, going over your apartment, telling you where I was and who I was with. But when it was me asking the questions, I was the crazy one. I was too clingy. Did you think I liked hearing that?”

The realization settles on him as if he never put himself in your shoes. It makes your chest burn with anger.

“Exactly. You’re too selfish to even think about me.”

“That’s not true.” Sunghoon is quick to shoot you down. “That’s all I ever did.” His gaze softens and his hand leaves his side. You feel the back of it graze your cheek as if you’re something gentle.

Tears sting your eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not. But I know you don’t believe me.”

You recall Jake’s words. How he claimed Sunghoon chose you to be the only person he was sleeping with. It sounded improbable, but with the way he’s looking at you now, it feels like it could be true.

“But isn’t this what you would’ve wanted anyway? You get to do whatever you want without someone in your hair. The only reason it bothers you so much is because I’m the one that broke things off. You’re stupid ego couldn’t take it.”

It rings true. You see his eyes look at the floor ashamed, and you feel your heart break a little from his lack of rebuttal.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what?” Your voice shakes. “Why are you so mad about me moving on?” A scoff breathes on your lips. “You’re acting as if you like me.”

You regret the words the moment they come out. Sunghoon’s entire face changes. Even the air in the room grows rigid, almost scared. His wide eyes tell you that you’re treading on dangerous territory.

But once the lid opens, you find yourself pouring out.

“You’ve never even said it. All this time, I was feeling like a burden. Like the thought of me other than sex was revolting to you. It sucked, but I put up with it.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“Because you didn’t have to!” You yell for the first time. It sounds good to finally let your emotions show even if tears flow free. “Sunghoon, what aren’t you getting? It wasn’t just sex for me, not at the end. But you…you pushed me away.” Your throat hurts so much like it’s raw from screaming. “You made me feel like I was fucking insane.”

His face blurs, but you can make out the pain in his eyes.

“I wanna hear you say it.” You blink the tears away. “Tell me.”

But Sunghoon gulps. For the first time, this cocky asshole is stunned. You’ve seen him get his way using his charm or confidence, but right now, it looks like he’d rather claw his skin to escape.

“Jake told me. About how you ditched your hookups when we were…seeing each other.” You’re throwing Jake under the bus, but you hope he’ll understand when Sunghoon inevitably rips him a new one. “He thought we were dating. Dating, Sunghoon. You can’t tell me you only thought of us as just sex.”

Seeing him turn into a puddle makes you both anxious and assertive. It makes you want to push him to confess while running away and pretending you never even saw him tonight.

But only one of those options is possible. “Say it.”

Sunghoon’s hand trembles on your face. His mouth can’t decide whether it wants to yell or cry, but it’s silence he screams. It deafens your ears to the point that all you can hear is your heart drumming in your chest. You think you can hear his too if you try hard enough.

The thumping of the party downstairs is the only noise you can rely on.

“You fucking coward. I should have never said yes to you.”

Escaping his arms will be easy. Sunghoon seems too stunned to do anything, but you’re quickly proven wrong when he cages you in and presses his body against yours. You mean to push his chest and yell, but the sight of his watery eyes stops you.

He can’t look at you. It’ll make the dam he tried so hard to build break. But he’ll be damned if you leave again.

“I…I’ve never dealt with something like this.” He closes his eyes. “I’ve never had to worry about someone. They weren’t even in my head. But when I met you…” Sunghoon has to take a deep breath. You feel his inhale on your face as if he’s breathing you in.

“It was the first time I cared about someone other than myself. It…It scared me. I wanted you close, but not too close. I wanted everyone to see that you were mine, but that I wasn’t yours.” He laughs humorlessly. “That sounds so fucked to say out loud.”

“But that’s what I was thinking. I was so fucked. I am fucked. I was- I am selfish.”

Sunghoon leans in. You inhale a sharp breath but it’s his forehead that meets yours. His weight feels good, almost perfect against your own.

You’ve missed the warmth of his skin, the beauty mark next to his eye that you can see so clearly. But it’s his eyes that hold the stars.

“Especially now, because all I’m thinking about is how I can be yours again.”

There it is, his confession. Not that you can be his, but that he can be yours. It’s so subtle that you want to pretend it doesn’t count, but you can’t deny the way your heart flutters. How you yearn to feel his kiss again even if your lips are soaked with tears.

Sunoo’s voice rings in your head. You can perfectly hear him screaming at you to laugh. Tell him that you’re flattered, but you aren’t interested.

Hurt him how he hurt you.

But that’s not who you are. No, the person you are nods, wrapping arms around his neck and finally putting your lips where they ache to be.

It’s like they never forgot. Even in the weeks he hasn’t seen you, Sunghoon knows how to kiss you. His lips are gentle, hardly eager to taste your mouth. Jake may have known how to get the party started, but Sunghoon knows how to make you feel. It’s all too easy for him to tug at your heartstrings, making you move in any way he wants like a puppeteer.

And it seems like you can do the same.

He opens his mouth when you do. He moves his tongue in time with yours. Sunghoon lets you hold the back of his neck so you can tilt his head, getting a better angle to suck on his tongue.

He moans into your mouth. It sounds more than pleasure, but relief. As if he’s been aching for you just as you have been for him. You almost don’t want to believe it, but you pull another whine from him when you tug on his hair.

The taste of saliva and tears dance on your tastebuds. It feels oddly comforting, the raw taste of emotion and need on your lips. You kiss him deeper, harder, until his hands find your waist and he backs into the bed.

He pulls away to sit down but he’s quick to yank you onto his lap.

“Still like me on top, huh?” You can’t help but recall how Sunghoon used to constantly ask you to ride him. Facing him, reversed, it didn’t matter. He had both of his hands on you constantly, whether it was groping your breasts or ass.

He smiles, “You know I never liked doing any of the work.”

To that, you groan. Sunghoon ignores your pretend displeasure to nip at your bottom lip, pulling the skin and watching it bounce back into place.

His lips attack your neck, kissing and sucking every inch. He gently pulls on your hair to ensure no spot is left unmarked. You can’t help but notice he focuses on the spot between your shoulder and clavicle.

Right where Jake left the faintest blemish.

You want to tease him, but all you can do is moan. He knows that’s your favorite spot. It’s so easy to get you to tremble, to grind on his hips like you’re doing right now. The only issue is that someone else knows too.

It bothers him. You can tell from how hard he’s sucking. Gently, you push his shoulder until he lets up, salvia on his lips as his cloudy eyes lock with yours.

“If you’re gonna be that rough, I’d rather you do it here.” Putting your hands on the hem of your shirt, you tug it off. The material slips easily. You silently thank yourself for putting something on that wasn’t so tight.

Your bra is plain, but your breasts still look divine in them. Sunghoon doesn’t wait for you to throw your shirt on the ground to get his mouth on you. His lips are hot on your skin, his tongue even hotter. The shirt slips from your hands to pool on the floor and your fingers thread in his hair. Sunghoon takes the pulls and tugs as compliments.

His hands trail up your waist, moving away for a brief moment to spill your breasts the cups.

And his hips dig into your cunt when he sees your nipples are already peaked. You watch him lick his lips, watch how his brain can’t decide whether he wants to stare or taste.

The decision is made for him when you press against his face. Sunghoon cups the sides to push your boobs in his face, tongue lavishing your supple flesh.

“Fuck.” He doesn’t bother hiding his hips rocking into yours. He used to act like sex felt mediocre, but his raging boner gave him away every time. You thought it was funny how his uninterested eyes were completely different from the precum that slid down his cock when you stroked it, but this… this makes your stomach heat with exhilaration.

One hand remains on your breast while the other slides to your hip. He presses you down on his erection and grinds. You know he can barely feel a thing with jeans in the way, but his hot breath wafts on your nipple like he hasn’t gotten his dick touched in forever.

But you don’t dwell on it too much. It feels good just to have him suck on your bud and hit your clit. His tongue goes around your darkened flesh before he hollows his cheeks. You moan, moving at the same pace as his hips under you.

You’re so wet. The slick sticks to your underwear so much that dry-humping him doesn’t feel uncomfortable. You’ve felt chafing before, how sometimes it would just rub the wrong way. But with Sunghoon, nothing is ever the wrong way. All you can think about is how good it feels, so much so that getting up to pull his cock out seems distant.

But you’ve missed the feel of his hard-on. It rubs your pussy just right and it’s all too easy to find the angle you know would make you finish.

And when Sunghoon bites on your nipples and pulls, you know you’ll cum soon.

“Wait. Wait.” You tremble in his hold. Your voice sounds too weak. You don’t think he heard you, but you feel his mouth pull off your bud and his hips cease. It takes a moment to find your words, to ignore how your cunt screams at you from pulling away when you were so close.

“Imma cum.”

Sunghoon grins. “Is that not good?”

You shake your head, still panting. “No. Too soon. I need it inside.”

The all-too-cocky smile finds his lips. It’s the one you loathe, but with your mind hazy and cunt pulsing, you can only be glad to see it.

It means he’ll do anything he can to keep hearing you praise him.

“Yeah? Take it out for me then.” It’s almost condescending the way he speaks. You take a mental note to never feed his ego again.

But you don’t, not right away. You stand on unsteady legs instead. The shorts clinging to your legs feel uncomfortable and you sigh in relief when unbuttoning them. You don’t bother making a show getting undressed, but Sunghoon watches like it’s award-winning.

Strings of arousal cling to your underwear when you slide them off. The cool air hits your cunt unwelcomed and you let the clothes pile with your shirt.

“Fuck, baby.” He bites on his lower lip before clenching his teeth. “You look so pretty for me.”

You shyly giggle. You suppose it’s okay if he strokes your ego.

He wants you back on his lap. You can see his eyes planning all the ways he wants to ravish you, but you have other ideas in mind. “Your turn.”

Sunghoon looks confused at first, but he quickly sees what you mean. His lips twitch, almost wanting to say, I told you to take it out for me, but he doesn’t. You see him nod, shrugging his shirt over his head and wiggling out of his jeans all on his own.

Good, he’s learning.

Sitting back on his lap is a reward. Grabbing the base of his cock is a silent, appreciated gesture when you line him up.

Sunghoon finds your waist fast, unable to keep his hands off for even a second. He waits as you slap the tip on your clit. It elicits a hum from your lips and you look into his eyes in a daze. There’s need in them. His blown-wide pupils match your own.

And when you sink down, he moans.

Restless hands dig into your flesh. Sunghoon doesn’t try to set a pace at all. He lets the sounds of your bodies meeting match your tempo.

You wanted to go slow, you did. You heard his confession, you tasted his tears, so it’s obvious that you wanted to explore his body in the deepest ways he never let you.

But with the music blasting downstairs and the adrenaline of being in someone else’s room, you can’t help but lift your ass and slam it down. The head of his cock barely has time to get acquainted with your pussy. It glides all too quickly to properly bury into your cervix.

Not that you really mind. You can feel the veins and curve of his crown rub your walls this way.

He leans back, propping with one elbow while the other stays on your hip. You smile when you see him looking at your breasts. They’re love-bitten, riddled with bruises that go to your neck.

Sunghoon looks like a painter admiring his work.

“You look so fucking good.” He licks his bottom lip. “I’ve missed you.”

You burn with praise. It makes you ride faster, leaning forward so your arms cage him between them. Your hair forms a curtain around your flushed face that Sunghoon pushes away.

Maybe it’s his eyes you’re supposed to look at, but you’re captivated by his body. His defined chest twinges with pink. His stomach clenches in pleasure, the hard lines of his abs making an appearance.

You don’t know how you manage to push him down completely. Your hands pin his shoulders with ease and all he can do is helplessly grip your thighs as you ride him.

“Likewise.”

He lets out a strangled moan that you suppose is him laughing. Sunghoon furrows his eyebrows at the new angle. He’s able to hit you deeper this way, his cock buries in your cervix nicely.

But even with the sight of your pussy creaming around him and pooling on his pelvis, he can still playfully glare. “Asshole.”

You giggle like it’s a pet name. Expecting him to change overnight would be foolish. But even then, you somewhat like the arrogant fool you’ve fallen in love with.

So you say nothing in return. Instead, you lean closer. His lips are swollen and you suck on them. His tongue messily swipes in your mouth when you open it. The kiss is nothing more than a way to be closer, to moan into each other's mouth as Sunghoon finally moves his hips.

And it feels like everything on your body is on fire. Your knees were getting tired, the burn in your thighs barely tolerable. Now, all you have to do is hover while Sunghoon thrusts. It feels deeper than what’s possible. Like the pleasure travels from your cunt to your head.

The pain in your legs numb and the only thing on your mind is how good Sunghoon is fucking you. Your walls clench, oozing with so much release that you think he might slip out, but he doesn’t.

“Right there!” The sound below should drown out your cries, but you don’t care if anyone hears you. “Fuck me harder! Pleasepleaseplease…”

You don’t have to beg, but Sunghoon likes it when you do. Your cunt spasms and warms until the heat floods his cock. A drawn-out moan tumbles from your lips that he eats. You’re panting and whining while his tongue invades your mouth. Salvia drips from your chin, but you can’t even notice with how he’s still fucking into you.

And just when you feel lightheaded, he cums. It’s too late for him to pull out, too late to stroke himself on your face to completion. Still, he tries to save it.

Sunghoon slips out while still squirting from his tip. The strings shoot your inner thigh and his caving stomach.

He’s still breathing hard when he kisses you, ignoring how his chest screams for oxygen. And when he pulls away, the first thing he looks at is your cunt. Sunghoon should feel worried that half of his cum is in your womb, but when watches it drip from your swollen pussy, he feels proud.

“Yeah,” he says to himself. You feel deft fingers play with your folds soon after. Sunghoon laughs when you squeal from overstimulation, but he shoves the cum back in anyway.

You almost can’t feel his fingers. Your walls are mostly numb, but you still moan and tremble from his knuckles gliding in and out of you.

He buries his digits until all they can do is wiggle. “Keep it in. I want you to walk out of here with my cum dripping out.”

If you had more energy, you’d groan. Seems like he still has a lot to learn.

#smut #enha smut #armageddon event!#sunghoon smut #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon #enha x reader #enhypen #enhypen smut #park sunghoon #enha sunghoon smut

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am-i-interrupting · 8 months ago

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Reaction to You Doming

(Part one— the gals)

Alastor

An eyebrow raise and a widen of his smile.

Alastor doesn’t participate in sex where he’s touched or stimulated often but even so, the idea is something he finds amusing.

You really think you can take the Radio Demon? Hilarious.

He’ll indulge you.

You’ve got to fight for it though because he is going to struggle.

Pining him down, tying him up, even if he can easily get out of it if he so wishes, he’s surprised to find himself enjoying it.

Whips, chains, knives, biting, he finds himself enjoying the things he normally uses on you.

He will get bratty if you try to edge him though. That he’s not used to.

When he gets hard, he normally deals with it quickly after being touched.

He’s able to ignore any hard on he gets for a while if he doesn’t touch it or stimulated it but as soon as he does, he normally comes within five minutes.

You edging him and teasing him, barely dragging the tip of your fingers along his dick, giving his tip kitten licks, sucking his balls instead of his cock. It’s all torture. He loves it.

He’d be a fan of urethral sounding.

The feel of a stretch, a full was where it’s not supposed to be, stopping him from being able to come. Once again, he hates it but he loves it.

You’d surprise him when you’re able to tame him and he’d enjoy every second of it.

When he’s done though, he’s done and probably won’t let you do it for several weeks if not months.

Husk

Husk is not opposed. No, he’s not opposed at all.

He’s not exactly the most sexually active. He’s got a low to normal libido and it takes a bit of build up to get him in the right mood.

Slow, sloppy make out sessions, preening his wings, cuddling on the couch while playing with his tail.

The most sure fire way though would be a massage.

He has a lot of tension and getting it pushed and rubbed out of him is something that slowly builds up his arousal as he feels more and more safe.

He’s purring putty in your hands.

At that point, you can prop him up and get him off.

If you’re behind him, he’s hiding his head in the crook of your neck and you can feel his purrs against your skin.

If you’re in front of him, he’s cupping your face gently with his paws, tangling his claws in your hair, running a hand over your skin, just desperate to touch you.

Or you could tell him to suck and he will. It won’t be precise but it will be earnest and warm and you’ll be teased with the vibration of his vocal cords.

If you pet him or brush him, his purrs will get even louder.

He won’t ever get desperate or beg. He might do a bit of whining if you stall his release but he feels warm and safe with you.

He knows you’ll take care of him eventually. He’s not too worried about how long it’ll take.

He’ll look at you with eyes completely overtaken by his dilated pupils the entire time.

Lucifer

Lucifer is immediately on board. Sort of like a “I’m glad you asked before I had to.”

The only thing that stopped him from begging for you to dominate him was the pure embarrassment opening the conversation would give him.

He’s the sun of pride, not lust. He put his pride just a bit before it. Although, he was about to turn to Ozzie for advice on how to start the conversation without turning completely red in the face.

He is such a good boy for you.

He sinks into the sub-space so quickly.

He will do absolutely anything you ask.

He’s got a praise kink.

He loves and hates being tied up. He loves being a pretty play thing for you but hates that he can’t touch you.

Mouth open, ready for you to ride his tongue without even having to ask.

One of his favorite things is to suck on you, your clit/dick, your nipples, your fingers, your skin, whatever. He doesn’t care. He has an oral fixation.

Loves to be filled.

Fuck him into the mattress until he can’t speak, please.

Vox

He has an image to upkeep. It’s hard for him to let go of the idea that people are constantly watching him.

When he does though, he’s either a brat or the perfect little boy, no in between.

He likes to feel small.

If you’ll just squeeze his neck or put pressure on his dick, he’ll be in the sub-space so quickly.

He loves and adores you showing him you have power over him.

Edge him. Make him wear a cock cage. He’ll be so bratty but so whiny when he comes.

He likes being driven to tears.

Overwhelm him.

Embarrass him.

Praise him.

If you put him in any form of bondage, he’s trying to get out of it. He’s got to touch you. He needs to.

His favorite feeling is your mouth and fingers on his dick teasing him with ghost touches.

He will come untouched from words and anal stimulation alone.

If you tease him with the tip of your dick/strap on and then slowly inch inside him, he’s tearing up the sheets as he whines and writhes.

#hazbin vox x reader #vox x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin husk x reader #husk x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 8 months ago

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David and Michael interview with Emily Aslanian for TV Insider, 10.7.2023 :)

David: So Gabriel shows up at Aziraphale's bookshop naked. He's lost his memory. Where does that leave our good heroes?

Michael: Well, Aziraphale, for someone who is of a slightly nervous disposition, for a naked... his ex boss to turn up outside his bookshop in Soho in the daytime, naked and wanting a hug, is not necessarily what Aziraphale had on his bingo card that day. But once he comes in and Aziraphale has to take him in, we discover that there is a mystery to be solved.

David: Yes.

Michael: And Aziraphale enjoys a mystery, but doesn't enjoy things like the end of the world or the stakes being that high.

David: He enjoys the mystery a little too much for Crowley's like.

Michael: He does a little bit.

David: Crowley just wants this sorted and he doesn't want you indulging your fantasy of being a private eye.

Michael: That's right, Aziraphale gets to really enjoy that. But they are forced, you know, they're a team of two now anyway, because they become detached from their respective head offices. But this forces them together even more. They've only got each other to rely on and they have to solve this mystery. And the clock is ticking. So it starts a whole chain of events that starts off potentially not being as high stakes as Season One. But as it goes along, we realise the apocalypse was just the beginning.

David: It was nothing! It was a mere bagatelle! How much time passes between Series One and Series Two. Do we know exactly?

Michael: I don't know exactly. But things have changed, obviously, between... I mean, Aziraphale is thoroughly enjoying himself. He's sort of got what he wanted, which is to be able to be in his bookshop, listen to music, watch shows, eat nice meals, drink wine, hang out with Crowley. He's a little disconcerted by not having the company behind him because he's such a company man. So that's a bit strange. But Crowley is...

David: It's not worked out quite so well for Crowley. He has the liberation of being free from Hell breathing down his neck. But he has lost the company apartment. So he is living in his car now with his pot plants. So circumstances are slightly reduced for him and he can't quite let go because we see him on a park bench catching up with Miranda Richardson's character Shax, who's taken over from him, trying to dig up a bit of gossip and find out what's really going on. So they have the freedom of not being watched over. But for Crowley, it's not worked out quite as well as perhaps he imagined.

Michael: What are they looking for in each other, I wonder?

David: In each other...

Michael: Well, I mean, I think, they sort of... on the surface, the things that annoy them the most about each other are actually what they are most compelled by.

David: Crave, yes, yes.

Michael: And so they’re sort of bound together, aren’t they? In all kinds of ways. I think Aziraphale is both infuriated and maddened and very stressed out by Crowley’s constant questioning of things. Things that Aziraphale thinks are just… those are the rules. Crowley being a sort of rule breaker and a rule bender, he finds incredibly stressful. And yet I think that’s sort of what he craves.

David: Drawn to.

Michael: He’s drawn to that.

David: Irrepressibly.

Michael: Yes.

David: Yes. And I think probably Aziraphale’s very consistency and very even-temperedness is something that Crowley kind of craves as well. There’s a sort of security in that which he doesn’t really get anywhere else. But, yes, they bicker away, but clearly with the security of a couple who know they can't really exist without each other. But I don't think... they never really admit what they are to each other. There's sort of understanding that they've only really got each other now, and therefore they rely on each other hugely. And, you know, as soon as Aziraphale is in trouble, he calls up Crowley to come and help him. There's no question there's...

Michael: Someone once said, what do any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of anyone but that we be allowed to keep them?

David: That's... who once said that? Should I not ask you that?

Michael: Don't ask me.

David: Don't ask you that.

Michael: Let me just say that.

David: It's lovely.

Michael: And sounds clever.

David: Michael Sheen once said something about illusions. It was really nice.

Michael: Whenever you hear someone say, 'A wise man once said', it's usually me.

David: It is usually you.

#good omens #michael sheen #david tennant #david and michael #dm #tv insider #interview #michael interview #david interview #david and michael interview #ac #tv insider 2023 #good omens meta #fun fact #s2 interview #videos #transcripts #video interview

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3rachaslut · 1 year ago

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mirror sex w/ han

warnings: ROUGH sex, degrading, dacrophilia, bit of choking, pet names, (han calls reader slut, whore, etc) handcuffs, hair pulling, a cheeky slap, one mention of breeding

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since the lollapalooza vlog came out but i was too scared to post but it’s 11:23pm so rn idc. enjoy xox

you were a MESS. sweat sticking your hair to your face mixing with tears that never stopped falling from your eyes from the unbelievable pleasure your pussy was receiving.

“oh babygirl, don’t make me ask you again, fucking look. at. yourself” han demanded from behind you as he gripped a handful of your hair, yanking your head upwards and forcing you to look at your fucked out self in the mirror in front of you. you couldn’t see much of what was going on from how your tears were blurring your vision but you could certainly feel it. han, mercilessly ramming into you, gripping you by the hair and the cuffs that tied your hands together behind you.

“such a good girl, taking my cock like the slut you are” han chuckles. “you fucking love this don’t you? being used like a whore”. and it was true, you really did. with each thrust into you, you jerked further and further forward, your breath fogging the mirror in front of you. your mouth hung open and you scrunch your eyes closed as the pleasure in your stomach grew more and more.

“s..ir” you whine out through jagged breathes, “s’too.. much..”. the pleasure in your abdomen causing another wave of burning hot tears to fall from your eyes. han pulls out of your aching cunt and quickly flips you over, arms still chained and your legs spread wide, on full display for him.

“aww it’s too much? can’t take it baby?” he mocks, tilting his head at you and laughing at your desperate head shakes. “thought you were a slut for my cock no?” he says, once again ramming into you and his head is throw back.

“FUCK! ah-“ you scream as he roughly thrust against your sweet spot, your pussy becoming wetter and wetter. he wrapped his hand around your neck and broken moans were flowing out of your mouth as han grinned at you in pride. knowing he was the only man that could make you feel like this and how you would happily submit yourself to him like this made him feel so smug.

“that feel good baby? having your pussy fucking ruined, yeah?” he says, frantically bucking into you and landing a slap to your tits.

“ye- YES! fuck-“ you mewled, struggling to think straight. you absolutely loved being so blissfully out of your mind all because of hans cock in you, practically destroying you. “wan- want you to breed m- me sir” you begged and han chuckled in reply.

“oh i will baby girl, but i’m no where near close to be finished with you yet…”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x y/n #straykids smut #han jisung smut #han smut #han jisung x you #han jisung x reader #han jisung x y/n

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forlovvers · 7 months ago

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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ that feeling when

pair: bsf!riki x f!reader | genre: fluff !!! like so bad | warning(s): none | wc: 600 | synopsis: in which a simple moment in time makes you realize your forever feelings towards your best friend.

lynne’s notez🗒️: had this thought and i rlly wanted to put it into words anyways need me a riki lowk😓

riki is sprawled out across your bed, his long limbs meeting every corner of your twin-sized bed. he remembers when the two of you were small enough to have sleepovers and build forts on this bed. now, the two of you can barely sit on it without someone falling off, most of the time it is riki.

he’s laying upside down, scrolling absentmindedly on his phone as he waits for you to finish getting ready. riki knew that girls took forever to get ready, but he never knew just how long that meant because he arrived at your house at 5 and now its nearing 6:45. he feels restless so he yells, “are you done yet!”

“stop yelling!” you yell back, your voice muffled because of the bathroom door separating you from him. riki groans internally, realizing the gel in his hair won’t stay put long if he keeps laying upside down and if you keep getting ready at the pace of a snail. but he’s too comfortable to move, so he resorts to opening up his camera app and gently smoothening out the sides just like jay had taught him. he feels like spiderman for couple seconds.

after what feels like forever, the bathroom door slides open, and you step out timidly. your hair is done up all fancy, some strands of curled hair falling from its place and framing your face instead. the dress you chose hugs your figure just right; the dress is made of green silk and flows down past your legs and hangs just above your ankles.

riki flings himself up and stands, attempting to stabilize himself to get a better look at you. his breath gets caught in his throat and his heart beats quicker and louder than it ever has. he adjusts his tie awkwardly and steps towards you. compliments and praise want to spill from his lips, but all riki can sputter out is, “your neckline is bare.”

your face contorts into confusion and you stand in front of the mirror, inspecting the neckline that your best friend critics. you suppose it does look a bit bare. frowning, you pull down your dress and start to sift through the jewelry you have hanging on your mirror.

without noticing, riki comes up from behind you and starts to unclasps his own necklace. you stop and watch him reach around you to gently bring the necklace to your neck. he carefully clasps the necklace and alters it to look nicely on, all while you hold your breath and follow his feather-like movements.

you recognize the necklace as riki’s simple, yet most favorite piece he owns. you remember the day he received it for his birthday from his parents, never letting anyone touch it or so much as leave the house without it. for him to let you wear it, felt like winning the lottery.

your eyes finally meet and you’re suddenly so aware of how close you and riki are, pink flooding your cheeks. riki’s eyes travel to your lips briefly before he steps back and clears his throat, “it looks good now.”

“thanks,” you say shyly, cursing yourself for becoming all flustered.

“we should get going to jay’s party.” riki offers his arm to you and you hesitantly reach for it, reminding yourself that you’ve done this before and have no reason to be so worked up.

“thanks again for coming with me,” you turn to him, studying his expression thoroughly. your free hand comes up to twirl riki’s necklace, feeling the cool metal of the chain.

“i’d only do this for you, yn.” he says, grinning that stupid smile you’ve come to love so much. and in that moment you realize you’ve fallen hard and fast for nishimura riki.

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rogueddie · 8 months ago

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Space Heater T | 418 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is letting him put his cold hands under your shirt and only complaining a little bit

"Jesus Christ, why is it so cold in here? I'm gonna freeze my balls off."

"Lovely mental image," Robin replies, face scrunched up in disgust.

Steve rolls his eyes, continuing to restack the shelf.

"Nice view."

He glances back, realising that Eddie is staring at him, as he bends down to the lower shelf.

"Eyes here, soldier," Robin says, snapping her fingers at him. "What do you want?"

"I can't bother my favourite workplace duo on a Friday evening?"

"Not when it has the boss breathing down our necks. It's bad enough that he's a cheap bastard, not letting us turn the heating on, we don't need a lecture as well."

"Why doesn't he just ban me?"

"You're a paying customer," Steve says, finally stepping back to the till, leaning against it. "You're an 'important part of the ecosystem'."

"I've only got one thing from here and I stole it."

"What the boss says goes," Robin says.

"That's bullshit."

He steps to the side, so he's behind Steve, and wraps an arm around his waist. He uses it to hold him still long enough to snake his other arm under his shirt.

"Dude," Steve complains.

"What? You're warm."

He rolls his eyes, but makes no move to push him away. Not even when he moves his other arm under his shirt too, pressing up against his back.

"You should quit or something," Eddie says, voice a little muffled from how his face is pressed against Steve's shoulder. "This place is hell."

"It pays," Steve points out. "And we are looking. There's not a lot of places that are open to our two package deal."

Eddie hums, slowly starting to rock them both side to side.

"Steve has work," Robin points out.

"Mm, I'm sure he does."

"Work that doesn't involve you clinging onto him like a koala bear."

"I don't hear him complaining."

"That's because he's a touch-starved dork."

"Hey-" Steve tries, but is soon interrupted by Eddie.

"Just because he loves me," he teases, squeezing Steve a little tighter and moving his head so his chin rests on Steve's shoulder.

"He loved me first!"

"Platonically."

"Exactly, we're like siblings- no, soulmates. I'm top of the food chain, Munson, get with it."

"Oh my god," Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I won't love either of you if you don't cut the shit."

"'M sorry, big boy," Eddie immediately mumbles, pressing his face into his neck.

"Sorry," Robin adds, though she doesn't sound apologetic at all.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #nav.slm #day 22

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ryomens-vixen · 8 months ago

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90s Boyfriend Toji

CW: Toji is a warning all on it's on, daddy kink, 90s Toji, mentions of drvg selling, smut, slight aftercare if you squint, hitting, etc.

Word count: 🤷🏾‍♀️ I don't know babes...

Good luck 🤞

Author note: thank you @blkkizzat for the nickname I really didn't know what to call him without being cringe af, I've never wrote for Toji so I hope this is kinda good I'm not too confident in this.

90sBF Toji who loves his son so much that he bought both of them matching gold chains, you could say they're almost like twins in a way, wherever Toji goes you'll definitely see megumi following behind him like the daddy's boy that he is.

90sBF Toji who listens to artists like Notorious B I G, Tupac, DMX, Ice Cube, Ol Dirty Bastard, Nas, Sir Mix A-lot, and Snoop Dogg.

90sBF Toji who's street name is “T-Raw” (thanks kali.) Almost all the ladies around his hood know him by that, even those he distributes Kush to, he just got it like that.

90sBF Toji who'll only kick it with you if his son likes you, he's the most important person in his life. If megumi doesn't like you then it's a wrap.

90sBF Toji who sells Kush for a living along with another side hustle of his… aka slanging dick, yes this whore of a man sells dick as well.

90sBF Toji who usually picks up single moms around the corner store from his place.

90sBF Toji who only lets the ladies that Megumi picks come over the house.

90sBF Toji who won't settle down with anyone unless his son Megumi likes you which doesn't normally last long. Once you do something Megumi doesn't like you better hope you can fix it before he tells Toji.

90sBF Toji who constantly makes Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto babysit poor Megumi every time he's hauled off to jail.

90sBF Toji who is almost always cellmates with his homeboys Shiu and Ryomen who of course nags him about whether or not he wants to see his son

90sBF Toji who's surprised by Megumi suddenly took a liking to you one day. Maybe he had mistaken you for another girl Toji use to fuck on or maybe he just thought “Woah pretty lady” and claimed you to be his new mom, but whatever his son wants, his son gets and Toji ain't arguing with that at all.

90sBF Toji who started making you, a college student babysit little Megumi who continues to call you “mama” and you have no clue as the whether it's because Toji calls you mamas or if he genuinely thinks you're his mother, either way he's cute with an annoyingly fine ass father.

90sBF Toji who's more into fuckin than he is romancing, but is willing to put forth the effort to keep you around more.

90sBF Toji who leaves all his women begging for more, surprisingly he hasn't gotten anyone pregnant by now.

90sBF Toji who constantly has to reassure you that you're the only one he's laying pipe on, he hates that you have to deal with the Plethora of heart broken obsessed women he's left behind.

90sBF Toji who fucks you like he like he's trying to get you pregnant. “Fuck- that's some good pussy, Hah- Ngh—”

“Fu— T.. To..ji! too much, too much!”

The more you begged him to slow down even just a little bit, the more he made it apparent that he wanted his dick in your stomach. God it felt like he was trying to break you- fucking you into the mattress. One hand on the back of your neck, the other on your frontal a fist FULL of hair mind you. It was intense. He wanted yet another orgasm out of you to cream and squirt all over him again, you needed this dick and he was going to give it to you all damn night if he had too.

Oh did your moans and screams turn him on even more than that ‘O’ face you were making. No wonder everyone called him “T-Raw”. “Shut the fuck up, you've been teasing me with that phat pussy all damn day- Fuuughck—” Toji said in an annoyed tone as he cocks a hand back and smacks a handprint onto your ass.

“m'sorry daddy!”

“Nah.. Don't cry now, take this dick, take it mamas.”

Oh boy did he take you down through there, eyes in the back of your head, tongue hanging, tears forming at the corners of those pretty (e/c) eyes. What was this your fifth? Sixth Orgasm? How experienced was this man, this is what you get for fuckin with a grown man like him. There he was beating your back in, creamy white ring formed at the base of his cock from both your pussy juices and his cum fusing together, blunt in mouth. Where'd he get the blunt from? Don't know, but man was his dick good no wonder he had so many women flocking after him. The way he makes you feel it in your stomach was no joke he really knew how to fuck you right.

90sBF Toji who didn't really fuck with college girl had you wrapped around his fingers… I mean his dick. It didn't matter where or when he wanted that pussy before your classes, after your classes, in your dorm room, his car, it didn't matter to him because he was a nasty old man.

90sBF Toji who had you chasing behind him wondering where he was taking that dick, YOUR dick, was he gonna start slanging dick again? You didn't know but you felt just like those older women he'd Freak then leave.

90sBF Toji who'd reassure you that he wasn't fuckin anyone else by making sweet love to you. He doesn't need you acting crazy on him. I mean who else is going to watch Megumi besides Satoru and Suguru?

90sBF Toji who gets a little annoyed when you show up blowing up on him about another woman flocking him again, he gets so annoyed that has to shut you up with cock in that tight throat of yours.

“Now tell me who the fuck do you think you're talkin to again!?”

“Mmmf- Sowry—”

“Can't talk with all that dick in your mouth can you, heh…”

You did your best trying to take it all, but couldn't make it to the base of his cock without gagging and coughing. But that was nothing he couldn't fix, with a smirk on Toji's face he held your head down on his thigh and began to fuck himself into your throat. God did this nasty bitch enjoy hearing your ‘gluck gluck gluck’ sounds coming from you. This slutty man let out a deep bellowing groan at the sensation he was feeling in his groin. It was a tight, and warm feeling making his pace grow sloppier by the minute.

“Nasty ass bitch look at you , mouth full of dick fuuughck Im gonna— gonna c.. Cum-”

Patting on his leg trying to signal him to slow down so you could breathe, if your face could visibly turn blue it would he was not letting up as he chased his own high. One strong thrust he came deep into your throat, god if he could put all that good dick in your kidneys he would.

90sBF Toji who isn't too big on aftercare, but since he's down bad for you, then he might just indulge in it, just for you, only for you.

90sBF Toji who after a good pounding throws a towel onto your body and praises you for taking him so well.

“Fuck, you take dick like a good lil bitch don't yah? What cat got yah tongue?”

“ since Megumi ain't trippin bout yah I guess you'll do for now .”

“How about you get cleaned up, come watch a movie with me.”

90sBF Toji who truly can't believe you're to put up with all his bullshit, even his homeboys think something's wrong with you.

90sBF Toji who hates bringing you over to Satoru and Suguru's place for boys night because it always end in a fight everytime Satoru thinks it's be funny to flirt with you.

90sBF Toji who hates that you have to remind him that you don't want him to end up in jail everytime they fight.

90sBF Toji who starts to grow a lil bit of a soft spot for you, so much that he starts to show you off to his old hoes.

90sBF Toji who randomly shows up to your college class to drop off YOUR son Megumi when Satoru and Suguru cancel on him, leaving all your homegirls to think you're a mother now.

Tags: @blkkizzat @littlemochabunni @honeeslust @gojos-thot-patrol-main @oreo-creampie @screampied(I was told to tag you) @halosdiary @connorsui (I was told to tag you) @biscuitsngravie

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #toji fushiguro #toji fushigro x reader #toji fushiguro smut

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in-another-april · 8 months ago

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i have. no idea what this is. i went so far off script with this one im sorryy. this is also a little suggestive (not really but also kinda idk) so just a warning!!

Getting ready to go out is literally impossible around Spencer, he's always distracting you at every turn.

He doesn't mean to, really! (or, at least, that's what he says, you're not sure you buy it) You just look so good he's just so smitten with you that he can't help it. It doesn't matter what you're getting ready for, if you're all dressed up or completely casual, he still thinks you're the most attractive person he's laid eyes on and will make that known.

He's always staring at you through the doorway being all heart-eyed and "You're so pretty 🥺." You're trying so hard not to give him a reaction, because you know he'll get all smug and smirky seeing the effect he has on you. But you just cannot focus when he's looking at you like that and it's infuriating and he knows it.

Flustered, you keep fumbling with the clasp of your necklace under his infatuated gaze and the moment you hear the knowing "May I?" from behind you, you know you've lost. You surrender, letting his hands replace yours on the chain, and you don't need to see his face to know he's smirking. He brushes your hair to the side, letting his touch linger along the nape of your neck entirely too long for the task, and connects the clasp with ease.

You can only vaguely register the extra compliments he's giving you, too busy trying to control your breathing and feeling ridiculously silly for getting so worked up over something so small. He leans in to kiss your cheek softly, meeting your eyes in the mirror and admiring the state he's put you in.

He pulls away and let's out the fakest gasp of surprise you've ever heard, glancing at his watch and playing up his whole "Whatt, look at the time :0!! You should really get going, don't wanna be late.." bit and oh my god you hate him (you love him so much.)

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#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer x reader #spencer reid fluff #x reader #reid x reader

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sinstae · 18 days ago

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Candlelight 🕯️

Pairings | L&DS!Xavier x fem. reader

Genre | fluff, smut

Word Count | 2.3k

Warnings | cuteness overload 🐰, established relationship, switch!Xavier, switch!reader, oral, vaginal fingering, riding, creampie, bigdick!Xavier, needy boy, needy girl 😮‍💨

🔖 ; m.list♡

a/n ; gahhaah I been so busy I wanted to get this out on Xav’s bday but work kicking my ass mane 😭😮‍💨 it’s not a long one but short n sweet, hope ya ‘njoy! c;

"I'm home~"

I hear Xavier's voice call out and I quickly leave the spare bedroom, closing it behind me. I slip back into our bedroom and check my appearance a last time.

I decided this year for his birthday to do something at home being that he was busy in the city all day. I know it’d be troublesome and tiring for him to go out and be around others who want to spend it with him.

We’re similar in that way with our social batteries. We can only take so much before words become sounds of acknowledgement and mannerisms come off as rude. Thankfully we can both also communicate when the disconnect happens before things go that way.

Xavier has had one of those days. Where his social battery died far too early while working because all he could think about is how I got the day off but he couldn’t escape his duties.

I still woke at his early hours and followed through our entire morning routine together. He spent any spare moment clinging to me, pressing kisses behind my ear and nibbling my neck. I sent him off with a nicely packed lunch of his favorites and getting him out the door without me was almost impossible.

The bedroom door creaks open and Xavier's droopy eyes find me, widening as he takes in my appearance. I decided to style my hair donning a pale yellow silk babydoll dress with lace and a cute bust bow. The back is open and drops down just above my waistline with a pretty bird hanging mid back from a chain along the neckline. Instead of pairing it with the usual thigh highs I opted for a matching lace garter.

"Y/N. . ."

"Well?" I bite back a giggle as I do a slow twirl for him, lingering a bit so he'd catch glimpse of everything.

"You're so beautiful, baby." I can see the glimmer in his eyes, the dullness that must have sat there through his day is slowly fading away the longer he's in my presence. It makes my heart wanna burst.

"Thank you, my handsome, hardworking man." I open my arms as he makes quick steps to get to me, wrapping them snug around his neck as he lifts me into his arms.

He does so with ease, face buried in my neck where he inhales. He moans as the familiar mix of sweat and the sweet perfume he'd bought me settles in and comforts him. He sways us while pressing soft kisses to my jugular then slowly bends to place my feet back to the floor.

Xavier's hands slide up from my bare back to cup my cheeks, holding me with my head tilted to deliver a firm, impatient kiss. "'Missed you so much, Darling."

"I missed you too, Xav." The softness in his eyes and tint to his cheeks makes my toes curl from how cute he looks being recharged. I press my nose to his and he gently rubs them together then places a soft kiss to mine. "I have something prepared for you."

"Oh? Well, do show me, please." Another soft kiss to my cheek before he pulls away.

"Tsk. You know the rules. Hard work doesn't exempt you." I playfully scold him and he humors me with a dramatic sigh.

"Yes, Mommy."

My smile is wiped clean from my face and instead I feel my temperature rise and face grow hot. Xavier smirks, proud of the reaction he's gotten as he saunters past and heads into the walk-in closet.

I grip the ends of my dress, stuck for a moment not knowing what I should do or how to handle what just happened. Xavier loves a good pet name, he even likes to call me the strangest things at times (once : "my dragonfruit") and was given no explanation. He's extremely cute ninety percent of the time so who cares he can call me whatever he likes.

But Mommy?

Xavier also doesn't shy away from me taking the lead sometimes as well. While he's never gotten as far into subspace as I have there are moments he allows me the reigns. Is this his way of saying he wants that tonight?

The sink turns off, taking my thoughts with it and soon Xavier steps out in his two piece pajama set, colors on theme with mine with a beautiful "X" weaved into the collar with lightshards to decorate. Part of his birthday present I'd hung on the bathroom door knowing he'd see it before the rest of the night.

"Well?" He enacts my same moment from earlier and I take in his appearance; tall, toned figure with his stomach on display through the unbuttoned top. The silk pants fit him perfectly, hanging dangerously low on his hips and with a glimpse of his pale happy trail I can tell he's free-balling.

"Yummy." I wink at him and he chuckles, brushing his hair from his eyes with his fingertips. I hold out my hand and he walks forward, slipping his soft one in mine. "Come, let me show you what I prepared."

“Xav, that tickles.” I giggle and swat at his hand that’s drawing faint circles into my inner thigh.

We’re in the spare room that I’d transformed into a home theater for the night. I kept the theme with gold, white and yellow balloons, curtains, and fairy lights. On the coffee table sat a platter of majority his favorite finger foods with a few of my own thrown in. With our bellies full of snacks and the warmth from the scented candles, we’ve inched into a cuddle with my legs draped over his lap.

“Mmm, can’t help it. You’re so soft and you smell amazing.” I tear my eyes from the screen playing “Nevertheless” and his eyes are hazed over, locking onto mine instantly.

I know that look.

“Yeah? It’s the set you got me for my birthday. The lotion, it's very nice.” He hums and leans down into my neck to inhale deeply.

“Wanna taste you.”

Heat rises and paints my cheeks rosy at his admission and I slip my hand into his hair at his nape, tugging gently. His breath hitches, eyes never leaving mine even as I’m drawn closer.

"Wanna be my good boy? Hm?" He nods once, twice. "Down." He's quick and precise in his routine of throwing pillows down to the fluffy carpeted floor.

I myself move down the large open sofa until my feet rest along the edge while propped up on my elbows. He's decided to abandon his top, pretty smooth skin illuminated in orange from the glow of the candles.

"So pretty. . ." The words leave my mouth without thought and Xavier smirks, eyes dropping as his cheeks mirror mine in color. "You are Bun." Voice a little louder now as I double down.

"Thank you, Mommy." His gorgeous azul orbs meet mine again as my breath catches. That damn title again. "Please, can I have you now?"

Something about tonight, the way he's damn near a puddle in my hands (thighs) has all my senses heightened.

"Of course, Bun. I'm all yours." I smile at him, one that reaches my eyes and he release a short puff of air before sliding his hands up my freshly shaved legs. He takes his time, eyes finally breaking away so he could follow his hands with kisses.

Once he reaches my hips I lift and instead of removing my panties like I'd thought he would, he pauses. Confused, I drop my hips back down and he slides his hand along my tummy, pushing my dress up to shed light on my panties.

Custom ones that I'd forgotten about even though I've been biting my nails hoping it would go unnoticed by him in our shared closet.

"Surprise." I giggle and bite my bottom lip, anticipating his reaction. His eyes are locked in on his name embroidered in cursive right below the waistband. It's a beautiful off-white lace designed thong with open access to my pussy.

"If I weren't grounded right now I'd surely be one with the stars. . . Y/N this is-" He groans as he opens my legs further, pussy lips parting to the cool air, clenching and releasing my cum. "-breathtaking."

Xavier leans forward and latches onto me, warm tongue pressed flat in a languid stroke upwards to my clit. I moan loudly, arms buckling from the sudden rush of pleasure as he kitten licks my clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Bun~ m'fuck-" I throw my head back, unable to keep my eyes on the scene as my toes curl against the soft fabric. Xavier moves back down to my dripping hole and rotates his tongue quickly and precisely like a starved man. His large, soft hands are gripping the meaty part of my outer thighs as he keeps me close from squirming too much.

"S'good, Mommy. . . You taste so good- so pretty." He directs the last compliment towards my pussy as he laps at it again. I look down and meet his gaze, eyes fierce and cloudy with lust.

He smirks then drags his fingertips down, taunting and playful until he joins them with his tongue. While sucking my clit softly he easily slides in his middle and ring finger.

My elbows completely give out and I flop down, back arching as he curls his long fingers right up against my g-spot. He hums against me sending a tidal wave of arousal through me again.

"Xav- mmph-! Gonna come baby." I reach down and tug gently on his ash blonde hair and he sucks harder, fingers quicker. I release onto his fingers and into his mouth as he removes them to lick me up as my body buzzes and relaxes.

Once he's satisfied with his cleaning he kisses his way up my body, manhandling me to scoot me up further so he could crawl up and hover above me.

"Wan' you to ride me." His voice is soft as he nudges his nose against my chin a few times.

"My Bun. . ." I gently caress his earlobe and he leans into my touch. "Lay down for me, cutie." He presses a kiss to my lips before doing as I say and removing his pants, bangs falling away to reveal more of his face.

I crawl on top of him and his hands finds place on my hips, thumbs drawing circles. "Wanna see these too. . ." Xavier reaches up a hand to cup my breast over the silk, gently pinching my nipple.

I press my pussy onto his erection and he hisses, pinching a bit harder. A noise akin to a whimper and moan graces his ears making him impossibly harder. I slip the dress off and drape it over the back of the couch in haste, bending over to position his thick, leaking tip at my hole.

Xavier tries to thrust up into me and I inch higher while bracing myself onto his chest to keep him down. "Aht- Good boys are patient." He shoots me a warning look and I giggle at his cute pout having mercy on him as I sink down.

Our moans fill the room as his thick girth stretches me out to his size fighting against my tight walls since he'd last been buried deep. The burn is quick and forgotten about as it seeps into pleasure the more my hips rise and fall. Our skin meets in soft paps as sweat lingers around areas close together.

"Balls deep Mommy fuck- ah~ Shit it feels so good I- I can't last." He's gasping with his eyes barely open, tongue peeking out a bit at the corner.

"Bun please~ For me? Jus' one more, it feels so good baby you~ ah!" My words are cut off as Xavier plants his feet firmly and raises my hips in his strong hold, keeping me there to rail up into me with force.

The pleasure is blinding as his tip breaches into my cervix, a tight tension building in the depths of my belly. I try to escape his deep thrust, inching higher up his body but he follows and accepts my breast now dangling in front of him to capture in a needy suck.

My pussy clenches allowing him to slip a little bit deeper and sends me into an eye rolling orgasm. Xavier hisses, reaching a hand to grip at the base of my neck, holding me still as he shoots rope after rope of his warm cum right into the opening of my cervix.

I groan in a bit of discomfort at the bloated feeling while my body shakes from sensitivity. I collapsed into his neck and he's pressing soft kisses between my head and face.

"I'm gonna pull out now, Darling." I hum and bury my face deeper into his neck. He slowly pulls out, surprisingly with none of his cum following and cradles me close as we transition to laying on our sides while he drapes our blanket over us from the floor.

I feel my body relax further, willing myself to open my eyes and see him a last time before sleep takes over.

Xavier smiles as he meets my teary eyes, fingertip tracing tear streaks of pure happiness and ecstasy. He looks equally fucked out and blissful with his soft strands sticking to his heated forehead. The sweat he worked up releases his natural musk mixed with his cologne makes my head spin.

"Feeling okay?"

"Mmh.. so okay." Xavier chuckles at my response, pressing a kiss to my nose. "Happy birthday, Bun." I sleepily blink up at him with a dopey smile that he presses a quick kiss to.

"Thank you, Y/NN~ Sleep my precious girl, I got you." I allow my eyes to close, nuzzling more into the crook of his neck and sleep soon finds us both as we bask in each other's embrace under the candlelight.

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cinnamorollcrybaby · 26 days ago

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Zombie // Cinna’s Monstertober Writing Challenge

Tags: Zombie!Ghost x fem!reader, smut, nsfw, mdni, monster x human relationship, mention of suicide, crack, this is not supposed to be taken seriously. please don’t take this seriously.

Synopsis: Your pussy is the cure to the zombie apocalypse. Hurry! Fuck your zombie boyfriend before it’s too late!!

An: Guys… I’m sorry for what I’m about to write. This shit is going to make NO SENSE, but hopefully you will get a laugh out of it. Honestly, I just need to write something so silly rn.😭

His three heads watched you in confusion as your body rose and fell along his cock. With his hands chained to the wall behind him and that pesky collar around his neck, you were at no danger of him biting you and turning you.

He was sat against the floor, where he had been since he had turned. He always told you that if he turned, you had to kill him, but when it came time to put him down, you couldn't do it... not when his cloudy brown eyes looked at you like they were scared. You were convinced that he was still in there somewhere.

Up and down, up and down, you were barely even wet.

Realistically, you felt bad for doing this to him while he was clearly not all the way in his right mind. Your boyfriend, Simon, used to love when you rode him. Now, he's just the shell of his previous likes and dislikes.

You wouldn't be doing this right now if it wasn't the only way. The cure to the outbreak of mindless zombies was between your legs. You knew it was! You had spent far too long in your little makeshift lab, testing on your chained up zombie boyfriend to find a cure.

You wouldn't give up on him.

There are various proteins that live within vaginal secretions, and this apocalypse was being caused by a protein malfunction in the brain. Your thought process was that maybe, just maybe, if you could fuck your boyfriend, expose him to the natural, normal proteins in your body, then his body will start to regulate as well.

It was a pipe dream. Literally, you're getting piped. But it was your only hope.

Luckily (or maybe unfortunately) for you, Simon hadn't grown three dicks like he had grown three heads. Three lifeless pairs of eyes stared at you curiously, watching as your hair and breasts bounced with each movement.

"Uhhh..." One of the heads groaned, and he tried to lean into you. A frustrated growl fled his lips as he wasn't able reach you due to the collar.

Maybe it was muscle memory or maybe it was him wanting to bring you towards him, either way he jolted his hips upwards, knocking you forward just a bit.

Your palms smacked against the wall behind Simon to prevent yourself from slamming straight into him. You're too close... He could bite you if he wanted.

You quickly try to lean back before a strange noise caught your attention. Sniff. Sniff.

Was he... smelling your hair?

A grunt of approval escaped his lips, and he jolted his hips forward once again, making you crash into his burly chest. His middle face continued to sniff at you, like an animal who was trying to identify you.

Maybe he really is in there somewhere.

"'m sorry, Si..." Your voice is shaky as your hips are barely moving anymore. "You told me to kill you, but I couldn't do it. 'm not strong like you are."

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Your skin connects with his with each time you come down onto his length, taking him in all the way deep inside you wet heat.

You feel soft ragged breaths tickle your skin as you're still leaning in dangerously close to him. If this doesn't work, you planned on not living anymore anyways. The life that you have been living for months now wasn't worth saving. If you couldn't be with him, you simply didn't want to exist.

His middle face was breathing heavily on your skin, and you could feel his hips trying to flutter upwards to meet your bouncing. "I love you, Si. I'm doing this because.. ngh~ I. Love. You."

A low agitated grunt left his mouth again. It sounded like he was trying to convey something, but you couldn't tell what it is that he needed.

"What is it, Si?" You ask softly as you look towards his undead face. His clouded over eyes search your face desperately before he yanks on the chains. His hips try harder to buck up into you.

"M-more?"

Excited grunts fell from his lips quickly. Your hands found his shoulders next to his new set of heads, and you try to remember just how he taught you how to ride him.

You lean up off of his cock just until his tip is just barely inside before crashing back down with a small yelp. Simon wasn't a small man, and he was well endowed. Taking him all in at once was no easy task, but you continued with that same motion over and over.

To your surprise, your zombie boyfriend leaned his heads back, and his breath became more pressured. You could feel yourself start to gush around him, completely drooling all over his cock.

The scientific portion of your brain couldn't comprehend how he managed to stay hard during all of this, but you chocked it up to the body responding to stimuli involuntarily.

"Urgh... fff-ahh.." One of his heads breathily moaned as you rode him.

His movements were so primal as he thrusted his hips upwards to meet yours. Soon, both of your movements were growing sloppy as both of you chased each other's highs.

"S-so good, Si... mmmph~ just a bit more." You whimper softly as you're hips start to roll. His cock grinds against your gummy walls, making the most erotic sopping noises imaginable. "Fuck... Simon.."

The chains pull taut as Simon growls lowly. Two thuds sound through the room, and his cock is throbbing violently inside of you, filling you to the brim with his seed. Your hips continue to shakily move for just a few moments before you're orgasming on top of him.

"Christ, love." Your boyfriend's gravely voice spoke. Your movements freeze as you have to wonder if you just imagined that. Maybe your brain was just trying to cope with the loss of Simon by hallucinating his voice.

Your head slowly turns to look up, and Simon's brown eyes meet yours - no longer clouded over. "You're a fuckin' freak, yeah?" He teases with his signature grin beneath his mask.

You saved him! Now, you have to tell the world about this news.

read the rest of my monstertober writing challenge here!

#cinnas monstertober #cod #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #ghost smut #cod smut #cod x reader #zombie simon riley #ghost #simon riley x reader

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leossmoonn · 1 year ago

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cuffing season | mike schmidt

summary - your handcuffs come into perfect use

warnings / includes - reader is fem. sub mike, unprotected sex, porn with a loose plot. kind of edited so if there’s a mistake lmk.

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18+ only below the cut

mike was the first one to bring up the handcuffs — unsurprisingly. at first you thought he might have wanted to use them on you, but no, he wanted to be restrained. it shocked you a little bit, but you knew his tough and angry exterior hid a soft, whiny, pathetic mike that was just waiting to get taken advantage of.

he slightly regretted his choices, though. not because he wasn’t enjoying this. oh, lord above knows he was, but he couldn’t touch you.

you had just got on top of him. the tip of his cock is resting against your pussy lips. you can feel his precrum leaking out, creating a slick paste against your skin. one of your hands is resting on his chest, holding you steady as your other hand is touching his favorite parts of your body.

his arms struggle against the cuffs. the chain clinks against his wall where his back rests. your eyes wander down his neck, where his adam’s apple is bobbing up and down. he flexes the muscles in his shoulders and arms as he tries to work against the confines of the cuffs.

his mouth is open, drool pooling at the corners of his lips. you slowly move your hips back and forth. your folds naturally start to part and mike whimpers as he begins to feel your warmth envelop him. he bucks his hips up in attempt to enter you, but you sit up on your knees now towering over him. your tits are in his face, so close to his mouth he could lean forward and put his lips on you.

“you have to be patient, mikey,” you hum. your hand trails up from his chest to his jawline and cup his cheek.

“i need you,” he whines. “need me?” your voice comes out more sinister than you expect, but you don’t think he minds. your lips open up in a chesire cat grin.

he groans in the back of his throat. he didn’t think you could get more sexy, but you’ve proven him wrong. you lean down, your lips now against his ear. the tip of your tongue licks the shell of his ear. he shivers and bucks his hips, wanting to feel your walls coat his cock. he’s so hard, he thinks his dick will numb up and fall off before he will get inside of you.

“how bad do you need me, honey?” you hum. you start to lower yourself on his cock again. this time his tip fully enters you. he lets out something between a choked cry and moan. his hands ball into fists behind his back. he wishes he could grab you and fuck you fast and hard.

“tell me, mike, how bad you need me,” you repeat. “you don’t want me to leave you here cuffed, do you?”

“no, no!” he outbursts. he doesn’t think you will. he can feel your racing heart on his shoulder. he feels how wet you are and your pussy pulsating around him. but he never knows with you, and that’s what makes sex with you all the more fun.

“then tell me,” you say, your voice deep and dark now. you face him, looking him straight in the eyes. “i need you so bad, baby. god, you’re driving my crazy,” he groans. “i want you to fuck me so bad.”

your heart flutters and you swear your pussy did too.

“i want to feel your pussy wrapped around me, drowning my cock in your cum. i want to see your tits bounce in my face and watch my dick disappear between your thighs. fuck, i…” his eyes are closed now, imagining all the things he’s saying. you can feel him throb inside of you. without warning, you sink down.

“oh, fuck,” he mumbles. he rests his head on his wall, opening his eyes and falling in love with the sight of you. your right hand is on the wall by his head holding you up. you bounce on his cock, the base of it becoming wet and sticky, creating a gushing noise each time you go down.

“this what you wanted, mikey?” you pant.

“yes, yes,” he nods. your walls clamp around him and he whimpers out your name, once again finding the handcuffs an inconvenience.

“you feel so good. you’re so perfect, ah,” he cries out, eyes screwing shut and jaw dropping to release a loud moan. “i-i need to touch you, baby. please,” he begs. “need to have my hands on you. get these things off of me.”

he’s getting restless now. he’s starting to squirm more than ever.

“i quite like seeing you like this,” you say. you grab his face, making him look into your eyes. “i love seeing you plead for me. you’re so cute when you’re squirming. so needy for me. makes me happy. you wanna keep me happy, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“yes, yes,” he nods. he’s basically frothing at the mouth. “i’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“you’re such a good boy, you know that?” you start to kiss his jawline, licking a feather light trail to his ear. you lick the outer shell again. you swear his cock shudders inside of you.

he whines your name, his breathing starting to become erratic. you let out a moan yourself as his cock brushes up against that spot inside of you he always hits.

“i-i’m gon’ come,” he warns you. your nails scrape against his wall as you feel the warmth in your tummy start to arise. your thighs tighten around his sides. “me, too,” you say.

his cum shoots out in a hot burst inside of you. you let out a small cry as you come, slowly down and stopping. you slump down against his chest. both of you lay there until your panting comes to a stop.

you lift off with a little sigh. your legs are slightly wobbly as you walk to the bathroom to get the key to your cuffs and a washcloth for yourself. you unlock his hands and he lets out a groan of relief.

you sit down on the bed and spread your thighs, beginning to clean yourself up, but mike stops you. “let me,” he says.

you smile at him and nod. he gets up and gets on the ground in front of you. on of his hands parts your legs and rests on your thigh while the other wipes himself off of your skin. after he’s done, he gets up and kisses your forehead. his hand happens to slide up to your waist, holding you gently. you didn’t realize how much you missed his touch until now.

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CRUSH | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

I owe you a black eye and two kisses. Tell me when you wanna come and get ‘em.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning/Includes: Long distance pining and mindless smut :)

Loving him is not enough.

Being in the same space and time as him is not enough.

You want to eat him alive. You want to devour him until there is nothing left but bits of bone and eyes. You want to hold him so close and so tight that you absorb him through your ribcage. You want to lock him inside your chest, and make sure he can never, ever get out.

It is a scary thing to realize. The chain that holds your heart to his mouth. The grip his hand has around your throat. The complete and total and suffocating need to be with him. Consumed by him.

It was never meant to get to this point. To this level of desperation. To this - I will fly across the world just to be with you type of connection. But it has. Being away from Matthew Gray makes you physically ill. Nauseated. Can’t get out of bed sick to your fucking stomach. It takes days to come out of the thick fog, the loop in your brain that whispers, Matthew, Matthew, Matthew…

You count down the days until you see him again. You get so close to being normal. You get so close to a hormonal and mental balance and he, once again, tips the scales completely. You get off a plane and take a 45 minute ride to his house and you don’t look the same as when you first boarded but it does not matter and he could not care less. In the hours before you come, Matthew gets a horrible headache and the only thing that will soothe it is seeing you. That intoxicating rush of serotonin to both your brains when you get out the car and he’s waiting on the porch and you drop your bag at the top of the stairs and jump in his arms. He can barely feel his head.

He always tells you that you smell good and he proceeds to try to eat you alive before the door can close behind you. This can go on for a long time. The I forgot what you smell like and how your body feels against mine make out session. Always by the front door. Always vertical. Open mouths and slimy tongues and hands that are just on the verge of taking it too far. He backs you into the wall, and wants to choke you but that is Too Far so he stops kissing you and puts his forehead against yours. Neither of you can breathe and your mouths are dripping wet. Matthew’s eyes follow the path of his hand - over your neck, down your chest and around your waist. He wipes your mouth with his thumb, nuzzles his nose against yours and breathes out, “Fucking missed you.”

You want to crawl inside his skin.

Before you go out to dinner, you let him finger you in the car. You didn’t wear underwear beneath your dress and he would’ve had a stroke if he didn’t get his hands on you. In you. If he didn’t, just once, put that spell on you that makes you go cross eyed and arch your body in an inhumane way. He parks the car behind the restaurant and gets to work and you lay all the way back in the seat with your dress around your hips. You come so hard that he has to cover your mouth while you scream. He runs his wet hand down your inner thigh and lays on top on you for a bit. You catch your breath, you fix your clothes. The entire ordeal makes you both so hungry.

Matthew orders an entire bottle of wine and you drink it only because it’s a fancy restaurant and you are dressed fancy so you must act fancy. But you finish the bottle and Matthew stops it there because he is just sober enough to drive. Just sober enough to get you home.

When you get to his house, you’re worried you’re going to piss yourself. You’re laughing too hard and there are suddenly so many more stairs than there have ever been and Matthew is not helping. He’s behind you, holding onto your waist, kissing your neck and whispering jokes in your ear and you cackle, “Matthew! Matthew! Stop! I’m gonna piss myself.” But you’re tangling your hand in his hair because you don’t want him to stop.

You rush to use the bathroom inside and when you come out, face splashed with water and one strap hanging off your shoulder, Matthew stares at you for a really long time. There’s always a palpable shift in the room. The air gets thicker. Matthew’s eyes get darker. He lays back against the bed, props his hands behind his head.

“Can you take your dress off?” he asks.

You tilt your head at him, so he adds, “Please?”

And because he asked so nicely, you push your straps down your arms and let your dress slip off your body and you’re completely naked. It is awkward so far away so you crawl into bed with him and he immediately grabs your boobs. He can’t choose which one to grope, but his other hand is busy gripping your hair and pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. He’s never gentle, but he’s never rough from the start. Just forceful. Pinning both your legs between his and sucking on your neck.

You put your fingers between the button holes on his shirt. You pluck them off one by one, moan as he licks your jaw and holds you by the throat. He straddles you, traps your thighs between his, takes off his shirt. His hand is big enough to squeeze both your boobs in one palm and his nails dig into the soft skin of your chest. You feel him vibrating and it is just with this overwhelming urge to tear you apart. He always needs that hint, that glint in your eye that says: I am yours. Do what you please.

He kisses you real soft and peppers your face with little pecks and shifts down to take your nipple into his mouth. His mouth is hot to touch, burning and weaponed with a quick tongue. The tip of his tongue flicks against you so quickly that it shuts down your brain. He wants to sink his teeth into you but he channels it into this timely and taunting suction. He does this until you’re dizzy. Dizzy and rubbing your slick thighs together for any type of friction.

He can’t keep his hands off of you. He touches your face and runs his hands down your waist as he puts himself between your legs. He looks down and spits on your pussy, this long drip of saliva falling directly on your clit. He settles on the bed so he can bury his face in you and you lose all tension in your body. Your toes curl up and you spread your legs wide for him and he puts his tongue inside you. You are an occasional five star meal and he is severely malnourished.

You tangle your hands in his hair and he will not take his eyes off you. He hooks your legs over his shoulders and writhes against the bed to put pressure on his cock. He can’t stop moaning under his breath, and if you weren’t so loud, you could hear him. His fingers slip into you so easily that it’s like they never stop. You feel them at the top of your pelvis and you start to claw at his back.

You say, “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck,” and Matthew’s body is washed in euphoria. You come with three loud grunts and fall limp on the mattress and Matthew’s pants are off before you can lift your head back up.

You hold his face in your hands as he kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands hold your ribs and he rocks his hips and pushes into you. Your bodies just meld together and it is the one thing that will truly, quickly, put you at peace. Matthew puts his tongue in your mouth and says, “Spread your legs,” and starts pounding you into the mattress. His lips are just beside your ear so you hear every grunt and groan and breathy gasp and you try to burn it into your brain.

Every sound you make is involuntary. You can’t hold your eyes open and you can’t move and every time he pushes into you, your legs spasm and you whimper. He holds your jaw in his hand and his puts two fingers against your bottom teeth and you dig your nails into his arm. He gets tired of not seeing your face so he pushes your knee into your chest, bends you in half and gets as deep inside of you as he can. He watches you just crumble. Cry out like it’s uncontrollable. You grip his biceps, kiss him slow and watch his cock move in and out of you, watch it disappear all the way inside of you each and every time.

When you’re close, you reach for his face, grip his hair for dear life. He rubs your clit and kisses your neck and whispers in your ear, “Come for me, baby. Please? Please. I know it feels so good, come for me, my love.”

You Love when he uses the L word.

You love when he fucks you until you come and tells you that you’re a good girl and kisses you like he’s proud. He positions himself behind you and wraps his arm around your waist. “You okay, baby?” he asks as he slides in and out of you, real slow. You nod, you say, “Mhm,” and he puts his hand between your legs, rubs your clit, real soft.

He’s getting there, he’s getting so sloppy. Messy thursts and his hand around his throat and the filthiest things being whispered in your ear. Your throat is getting raw, and you use the last of your air to come again. You push his hips away but he grabs your elbows and plows into you, saying, “I’m so close, baby, almost there, fuck. You’re so good, baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

You face him, you kiss him and beg him to give it to you. Give it all to you. The very molecules of his being, the blood in his veins, the energy and matter that builds this man. You want it. You’re craving it. He explodes inside of you and holds you close as the warmth radiates through your tummy.

It is not enough. Nothing is ever enough. He is never close enough, never near for long enough. You want to wear him around your neck, tattoo him into the deepest layers of your skin. You want him.

God, do you want him. All the fucking time.

#mine #matthew gray gubler smut

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