#the way his long pretty fingers grip your jaw; gentle but flexing like he desperately wants to take a tighter hold—

[andypantsx3]

todoroki shouto the only man 2d or otherwise who deserves a blowjob

[dreaming-tonite]

Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader

Warning: face fucking, deep throat

Word count: ~1k

Thinking about Logan Howlett taking long drags of his cigar while fucking your face.

Short-fused and often brash, some might call him egotistic even. Whether he would agree with that general statement or not, seeing your eyes wide, lips opened, on your knees and obediently taking whatever he gives you definitely boosted his ego like nothing else. Sloppy noises of you slobbering all over his large cock are all that can be heard in the room except for the occasional exhales he took, a white cloud of smoke slipping from his lips in place of a moan as he thrust steadily into your wet, warm mouth.

Despite being a little rough on most other occasions, he is not mean about it. He knows his size and that a pretty thing like you, who stares at him all doe-eyed and batting your lashes while he treats you like a fuck toy, would definitely be struggling and gagging if he forced you to take his entire length (though the image turns him on like no other, he would have to admit). Slipping in no more than a half of his length each time, his large hand gripped at the back of your head and pushing you just a little deeper into him each time his hips bucked, the angry vein that snakes along the underside of his cock throbs whenever you moaned around him.

Logan’s throat bobbed at the vibration and your core ached when he stared at you through hooded lids, eyes narrowed and a dark glint behind his orbs. The thick cigar hung loosely on his lips as he pulled out of you, fisting himself with your saliva coating his shaft and white beads of pre leaking from the red tip.

He let out a growly chuckle, low and deep from the back of his broad chest, when you keep your mouth open for him, your tongue lolling out almost too eagerly for him. 

You fought back the urge to taste him when he held himself against your face and teasingly dragged his tip along your bottom lips. You could almost taste the saltiness of his arousal and you whined when he pulled away to take a drag of his tobacco. 

He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, let alone be yours when his chest rose slightly as he inhaled and his lips quivered just slightly as he exhaled, a quiet and content sigh leaving the back of his throat together with the smoke. 

Your back straightened in anticipation when he put the cigar out and his full attention was finally on you. 

“You are so good to me, bub,” he mumbled as his eyes racked up and down your form, your hands on your knees and waiting for him to ravage you as he took your face in his hot hands in a motion almost too gentle for that act you were engaged in, “too good.”

His breath hitched when you nuzzled your face against his cock, kissing the crown and making a show to moan when you tasted his semen.

“Think you could handle the whole thing?” He asked, his hands gripping your jaw. He watched as your lips hung wide open when you felt the pressure of his fingers. 

He did not waste a single second when you gave him a small nod, shoving his hard cock all the way until it hit the back of your throat with both his hands at the back of your head. Your eyes immediately teared up at the stimulation, a soreness tugged at your nose when you uncontrollably gagged around his thickness. His pubic hair brushed against the tip of your nose and Logan finally let out the first, proper moan he had given you when he felt the muscle of your throat flexing around him. 

Despite the mild discomfort, his look of bliss was enough for you to push it aside in a desperate attempt to please him just so he could give you more. 

“That’s it, that’s it, take it all— fuck, you feel so good—“

A mixture of tears and drool streamed down your face as he thrust fast and shallow, keeping as much of his cock in your mouth as he could at all times. Your body burnt hot when he gripped your hair a bit too tightly, the slight pain at the base of your scalp making you arch your back uncontrollably. Your hands gripped at the back of his muscular thighs as he used you like a cock sleeve, profanities falling off his lips in rambles while he used your mouth to chase his high. 

Your nails dug into his skin when he hilted, the pain making his eyes close and head roll back as he emptied himself into your mouth. Thick, white spurts of cum poured down your throat, leaking out of your lips and onto your chest when you could not help but gag despite your best attempt to swallow everything. Your nose buried deep in the base of his cock as he held your head still with a vice grip, his musky, masculine scent flooding your senses while you tried to breathe through flaring nostrils.

You could not help but take in a deep breath when he pulled out, your chest heaving and face flushed as you tried to come down from your lightheadedness. But even through the haziness that glossed over your brain, you opened your mouth to show him that you had been good and the silver strings that hung to your cavity were all that was left of his release.

Logan groaned at the primal possessiveness that the action elicited in him and smashed his mouth against yours, yanking you up just enough that your weak knees gave in and you collapsed limply against his chest. The taste of himself on your lips made his cock twitch and you moaned into his rough kiss when you felt calloused hands roaming all over your body. 

Your voice was hoarse for days to come by the time he was finally done with you and you refused to acknowledge it when the others brought it up, not missing the slight smirk that tugged at your lover's lips as he looked in the other direction.

[stars-and-inkpots]

Reverence (PT. 2) | Gale x Reader | (18+)

You take the opportunity to show Gale just how beautiful he is, and you have the perfect way to make sure he understands it.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Notes: Part 2 is finally here! Tags are gonna be under the read more as they're nsfw. I was very nervous about posting this, but I've decided to push myself out of my comfort zone finally

Part 1

Ao3 Link: Reverence

Word Count: 1,103

Tags: Praise kink, bottom/sub Gale, edging, oral sex, hand jobs, come swallowing

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This time, when you move back up to kiss Gale, you let him lean into the kiss. As you push your tongue into his mouth, you return your hands to his hips.

“You going to be good and let me take care of you?” You whisper when you part, before pressing a kiss just below his jaw. He nods. “You have to use your words, my love. Can you do that for me?” 

“Yes,” he answers breathlessly. “Yes, I’ll be good. I promise, just please-” His words dissolve into a moan as you roll your hips against him. 

“Good boy.” 

His eyes are closed and he’s holding the sheets beside him so tightly it’s a marvel he hasn’t torn through them. You have the sudden desire to make sure he’s an incoherent mess by the time you’re finished with him. 

Your fingers tug at the waistband of his underwear while you kiss across his stomach. You hear his breath catch in his throat when you begin to pull them down. He lifts his hips to let you pull them off completely. He’s achingly hard already, but you make a point of not touching him yet, not where he wants you to. Instead, you kiss the newly revealed skin, leaving more marks across his upper thighs. Within a minute, he’s practically whimpering. 

“Patience,” you chide when his hips move in a desperate attempt for some sort of contact. You watch as his hands flex, clearly wanting to touch you but waiting for permission to move. He’s always so quick to submit to you so completely. You smile and lean up to kiss him again. 

“Please,” Gale whines when you part. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?” 

“So good,” you answer, a hand reaching up to brush through his hair, deceptively gentle. The sound that falls from his lips when your grip on his hair tightens and you pull slightly is intoxicating. It’s only rivalled by the moan that tumbles out of him soon after when you finally take his cock in your other hand. “You’re so beautiful. So pretty and obedient, just for me.” There’s a possessiveness in your tone that sends a renewed warmth through Gale’s cheeks. 

“Only for you,” he breathes. “Always for you.” 

You hum your approval. 

Each twist of your wrist pulls a shaky moan from him. You know him enough by now to know when he’s close. And just before he can fall over that edge, you stop. 

He whines, but he doesn’t object; he needs to be good for you, and good boys don’t complain. 

“Good job,” you praise, watching him shiver. You resume your movements, slower this time. You keep whispering compliments in between kisses up the side of his neck. One of his hands grabs the fabric of the back of your shirt as his back arches. Despite his best efforts, it’s nearly impossible for him to keep his hips still. His moans get breathier, but you stop again just before he can find release. The sound he makes is dizzying.

“Gods, you’re so gorgeous,” you say, leaning back to really look at him. His face is flushed, his chest heaving. There are tears gathering in the corner of his eyes, but he’s staring up at you like you’re everything. “Just one more, I promise. Can you do that for me?” You ask, hand leaving his hair to rest against his cheek. 

Gale nods. “I can do it. I’ll be good.” 

Your hand starts moving again, just as slowly, but it doesn’t take long before he’s back at that precipice again. This time when you stop, he cries out, a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan. 

“My love, you’ve done so well for me. You’ve done such a good job. You’re so pretty when you’re like this. Don’t you think so?” This time, he doesn’t hesitate to agree with you. “Do you want to keep going?” You ask, reaching for his hand to lace your fingers together for a moment. 

“Yes. Yes, more than anything. I need you. However you will give it to me, I will take it.” He’s surprisingly lucid when he says this. 

You smile before you lean forward to kiss him, softly at first, but then it deepens and reignites the fire between you two. 

Finally rewarding his patience, you finally move yourself down to lay between his legs and take his cock into your mouth. It takes a lot of effort for him to keep himself from bucking his hips up. You knead his thighs while you take him deeper. It’s no easy feat, but Gale isn’t the only one with a practised tongue. You guide one of his hands to your head. He cards his fingers through your hair once, holds it lightly in his hand, but he doesn’t push. You pull off of him for a moment to speak. 

“Go ahead, use me, my love. You’ve been so good, you deserve it.” You hear him moan breathily above you, and you feel the muscles in his thighs flex beneath your hands while his grip on your hair tightens. With your permission now, he slowly takes control of your movements, pushing and pulling you along his cock. 

It doesn’t take long before he’s thrusting up into your mouth, chasing the release you’re finally allowing him. You look up at him through half-lidded eyes, tears falling freely down flushed cheeks. The sight of you taking him like this is enough to push him over the edge. You feel his muscles tense, and with a final, stuttering thrust he’s spilling into your mouth, chanting your name like a prayer. You dutifully swallow all he has to offer. 

When you finally pull off of him, he’s reaching to drag you back up to kiss him, a long and slow, heady kiss. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. You feel a sort of pride at the fact that his voice is a little hoarse. 

“You deserve it, my beautiful, handsome wizard.” You kiss him again, softer this time. 

“I can return the favour, just give me a moment.” 

“Not yet,” you say with a smile. “Tonight isn’t about me. How about a bath first instead?” Gale only looks at you, completely enamoured for a moment before answering. 

“I love you. So much. You’re so good to me.” The moment is surprisingly soft considering the events only minutes ago, but it is not an unwelcome change. 

“I love you too,” you return, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Now, is that a yes to the bath?” 

“Yes, I would like that very much.”

[proserpina-magnus]

hi! i love your writing so much and am wondering if you could do a regulus x reader smut where it's the readers first time (innocence kink to the max also praise) and she is worried she wont be good?

Bestie I sorta forgot to add a few of the main points, but I included the majority so I hope you like it. I made it a tad bit longer then my other blurbs so I hope that makes up for it! xoxo

Regulus Black And Thigh Fucking [ + major innocence kink ]

[ Warning: fem!reader, innocences kink, daddy kink, size difference, thigh fucking, slight subspace, slight tit sucking, use of the words “bunny” & “Angel” ]

Word count: 2.2k

THIS IS NOT EDITED

You felt a burning itch encase your bottom half, your legs wobbly as you opened the door to Regulus dorm. You peaked your head in, looking around for him. Regulus turned his head at the sound, a gentle smile forming on his lips as he realized who opened the door.

"Hi Angel, come in," Regulus motioned, he sat on his bed, a book between his fingers before closing it and setting it softly to the side.

Regulus waited patiently as you walked into the colder room, turning slightly so you can close the door. You walked over to where he sat, a guilty remorse present on your face.

"What's wrong?" Regulus worriedly asked, his legs spreading open so he can pull you in between them. His hands rub your hips, dipping to hold your back firmly.

"It hurts.." you mumble, not sure why you had felt this desperate need. Regulus held worry in his eyes, he pushed you back slightly so he could look over you.

"What hurts? Did you fall?" He asked, he couldn't find any visible wounds. Regulus wondered if you had started your period and was looking for some sympathy, his hand comes to rub your stomach.

"No... not m'period," you mumble, Regulus looked up towards your eyes with a confused expression. "I don't know what's wrong bunny, you have to tell me,"

You feel embarrassed, not knowing how to phrase your predicament. Instead, you take his hand and guide it under your skirt. You whimper as you place his hand against your soaked panties.

"Right there," you whisper, Regulus eyes look down slowly and follow the way his hand disappears under the thick fabric. His eyes slowly closed, a hum on his lips as he rubbed his index finger against the soaked material. You instantly jumped, legs squeezing around his hand as you gripped onto his shoulders.

"Oh baby, when did this start?" Regulus asked, tapping your thighs so you'll loosen up. You followed his instructions, thighs parting for his fingers. He pushed aside the stained material as he feels just how needy you are. When you don't reply, Regulus hand cups your jaw and guides you to look at him. "When did you start feeling like this?" He asked again, noticing the way you become nervous.

"Yesterday. When you were playing quidditch," You tell him, feeling more embarrassment flood your face with red. Tears start to well up in your eyes as you let out a silent cry. "I'm sorry Reggie, I don't know what's wrong with me. Please make it go away,"

Regulus clued into your frantic state, piecing together that you had no clue what was going on. He took responsibility for this, feeling guilty for not realizing the way you had clung onto him after his quidditch match.

"It's alright bunny, let me help you. I should've realized yesterday, 'm sorry you felt needy all night," Regulus apologized, bringing you into a soft kiss as your fluids dripped onto his fingers. He hadn't even touched you yet and you had been soaking, it was driving him crazy.

"Couldn't sleep daddy, I felt funny," you whispered, not realizing how easy it was for you to fall into a submissive state. Regulus felt his heart squeeze, his cock twitching against his pants at the nickname you've given him.

"Shh, I know baby. Daddy's going to take care of you now, I've got you," Regulus played along, bringing you to the bed as he guided you to lay back. You felt exposed when he unzipped your skirt and slid it down your thighs. Your panties soaked with need, Regulus had to resist letting out a groan.

He helped you out of your shirt and bra, letting out a gentle "tsk" when he saw you cover up. He petted your hair to ease you, his other hand pulling your arm away from your breasts.

"Please don't hide yourself," Regulus asked, his eyes taking a long look at your chest. Your breasts were flushed and swollen, your nipples hard and untouched. Every part of you had been untouched, Regulus let out a content sigh.

"M'sorry daddy, I'm so stupid," you fret, feeling terrible for upsetting him. Regulus let out a gentle coo, his hand resting on your hips as he leaned down to capture your lips in a delicate kiss.

"You're not stupid bunny. I don't want to hear you say that again, do you understand?" He asked, pulling back so he can wipe your tears away. When you nodded, he gave you a soft smile as he tilted your face up with his knuckle.

With his thumb on your chin, he turns your face to the right. You squeeze your eyes shut, nauseous with what he's going to do. Regulus took his time looking over your nude body, sucking on his tongue to calm himself.

"You're so pretty, just wanna use you until you're crying and whimpering for me, would you like that bunny?" Regulus tutted, enjoying the way your thighs closed and rubbed for friction. His hands slide down to your breast, his cold fingers cupping your tit.

"Please Reggie," you begged loosely, just wanting the desperation to ease. Regulus let out a gentle laugh, his fingers running down the side of your torso before he applied pressure just below your navel. "Can't wait to see my cock filling you, probably can't even take it all,"

You felt a twitch of degradation from his words, your body warm as you slid your legs wide open for him. You felt a need to prove him wrong, wanting to be good and take him fully. "No I can take it, I can take daddy's cock," you blabber out, Regulus looked up towards you with a shocked expression.

"Bunny, do you have any idea what you're doing me?" Regulus breathed out, an enchanted look in his eyes as he quickly tugs on your panties. You shake your head, a pout on your lips. Regulus took your smaller hand into his much larger one, dragging it down to place it against his clothed cock. You sat up instantly, eyes wide as it dangled at his large bulge straining against his slacks.

"That's not going to fit," you mumbled, eyes wide like saucers as you keep staring at the full cock pressed under his clothes. Your mouth watered from the thought, Regulus took your face in his hand and tilted it up. He wore a smirk on his face, dipping down to press a kiss against your wettened lips.

"I thought you said you would take me like a good girl?" Regulus kissed down your neck, his hands squeezing your hips. He nipped just below your ear, before whispering lowly; "you wouldn't lie to me would you bunny?"

"Daddy you're too big, what if it hurts?" You protested, stomach squeezing as you thought about the tear. Regulus gave a confident smile into your shoulder, kissing down your chest.

His mouth opened, taken your hardened nub between his lips. You let out a whiny whimper, your fingernails digging into his shoulder.

"Trust me bunny, I would never hurt you. How about I fuck your thighs hm? Rub my cock against your pussy without fucking you full," Regulus offered, his lips moving down your stomach. He kissed just below your navel, his hands firmly against your hips as you squirmed.

"Will it hurt?" You ask, your hands moving to his hair as you pull him back up for a kiss. Regulus kissed you deeply, his hands moving to grip your thighs.

"It's not supposed to, do you want to try it?" He asked, you gave a shaky nod. Regulus kissed you once more, standing up as he discarded his warm jumper. You flexed on your knees, hands obediently pressed to your thighs as you sat and watched.

"Someone's a good girl," Regulus commented, your face warm as you felt another nervous swarm of butterflies in your tummy. "I wanna be your good girl, daddy," you declared, mouth thick with saliva as Regulus slipped out of his shirt. His skin was a light olive colour, you could see the outline of his pelvic bone poking out through his slacks. Your eyes holding a stare with his hard cock.

"You're already my good girl," Regulus said while standing closer, he chuckled when you continued to stare at his bulge. He directed your head up, looking down towards you. "Turn around and prop your ass up,"

You did just that, leaning up to get a small kiss before directing yourself to turn around. You leaned forwards, hands pressed in his mattress as you arched to prop your ass in the air. Regulus let out a long breath at the sight, your wet cunt presented just for him.

He leaned down, blowing cold air against your plump folds. You jerked, not prepared for the way it felt so good against your hot cunt. You felt another bolt of nausea when you heard his belt click open, hearing the shuffle of clothes drop against the floor.

You try and turn back to see his now exposed cock, but Regulus only holds it out of view. "Don't be greedy," He contorts, his fingers moving to push through your folds.

You shrivel, grabbing a pillow as you hide your face in it. Regulus sees the way you tense up, he places a gentle rub on your thigh as he continues to coat his fingers for lubrication.

"Shh, you're doing so well. Sorry I snapped at you bunny, just didn't want to ruin your innocence," He explained, his now wetted hand moving down to your locked thighs. He spreads your liquid in between your thighs, you grow confused at his movements.

"What are you doing daddy?" You whine, feeling faint from how little you're getting pleased. Regulus only breaths out, pumping his cock a few times as he leans down quickly to spit against your folds. You gasp, head turning at the feeling.

"Shh baby, I can't fuck your thighs with no lubrication," Regulus responds, his spit dripping from your cunt. You twitch, turning your head back to lay against the pillow.

"Daddy please, hurts," You mumble through the pillow, Regulus gives a pat to your ass for comfort as he takes his cock and pushes it through your thighs. "I know bunny, please be patient,"

Regulus holds your thighs closed, grinding into your tight thighs as he fucks them fast. You move with his body, gasping each time he slides up and rubs against your swollen clit. After a few more thrusts, he completely switches to rut against your folds.

He's careful not to enter unwanted, taking his time with dragging his wet cock against your puffy cunt. You can't help but let out grateful moans, your body pushing into his for more friction.

"Bunny, fuck keep squeezing your thighs just like that," Regulus let out a heavy groan, his fingers looping under your hipbone as he fucks you back into him. You let out a cry from the sensitivity, clamping your thighs closed for him.

"Feels funny," you whimper, a building sensation of warmth spreading through your stomach. Regulus had to refrain himself from fucking you silly, his clipped nails digging into your warm flesh as he pulls you back to glide against his cock in a deeper pace. "Just let it out bunny, it'll feel good I promise,"

Your moans grow louder, mouth ajar as your eyes shut on impulse. Your clit is swollen with sensitivity, your back arching as you feel every vein from his cock. You have to force yourself to keep your thighs closed, body numb when a greater sensation fills you.

You fall limp from the pressure, hands squeezing weakly at the sheets as you let out a sniffle. Regulus moves his cock back down to your lower thighs, fucking them for his own release.

"So good bunny, you looked so pretty," Regulus praises, his fingers tracing your spine as he gives you a final tug. Your ass flush against his stomach as he comes all over his sheets below you.

"Does it still hurt bunny?" Regulus asked, pulling away with his used cock. He slipped on a pair of briefs, sighing at his sensitivity. You huff, face implanted in the pillow.

"No, daddy made me feel better," you tell him, leaning up with your leftover strength. You turn around, nuzzling yourself to lay against his chest. His hand comes to rub your back, kissing your forehead.

"It's not daddy anymore bunny, I'm Reggie," He corrects, casting a quick charm to clean up the mess left over. You shake your head, eyes shutting from exhaustion.

"No bunny, keep your eyes open for me," Regulus tells you while pulling you back slightly. You give him a longing expression of desperation, eyes drooping slightly.

"I wanna sleep daddy," you whine, head pushing back against his chest. Regulus pulls you back gently, his hand placed firmly against the back of your neck. "No bunny, I'm Reggie,"

"Water," you tell him, biting the inside of your lip as you start to fuzz out of your state. Regulus opens a water bottle, holding it to your lips as he tilts it. You pull back after a few long sips, water dripping down your chin. With a clearer mindset, you feel Regulus dab at your chin with a cloth.

"Thank you, Reggie," you mumble, head falling back against his chest. Regulus heart rams against his chest, thankful that you didn't stay in that state for too long.

"Just taking care of you, bunny. I'm always going to take care of you,"

[bump1nthen1ght]

Sex on the Rocks (Merman x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Merman

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Established Relationship

Warnings: 18+ content under the cut!, Size Kink, Breeding Kink

Word Count: 2578 words

Summary: You and your boyfriend discover some new things about yourselves.

Request: May I request a Merman x Male Reader? With a size kink, and breeding kink if you're open to that. Thank you! ❤️

“Can you see it?”

“Nope! This rock’s a bit too slippery-” An unflattering yelp leaves you as your hand loses its grip on the stone, your wet feet lacking any grip as you slide off the boulder and back into the cold ocean water. Your head goes under for only a second before Juno grabs you by the armpits, yanking you back up.

You sputter and cough, collapsing back onto Juno’s chest as you shake water out of your hair. Juno cranes his neck forward, barely hiding a laugh.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah, just...lost my grip for a second.” You shrug off Juno’s hands. He quirks an eyebrow up, like he doesn’t believe you, and you roll your eyes. “The water’s like, five feet deep, I’ll survive.”

“I don’t know.” Juno teases, playing with your messy hair, “I know you humans aren’t the best at swimming. But don’t worry,” Juno throws his large arm around your shoulder, “I can be your Orca in shining armor.” Juno winks, a strand of his long, black hair falling over his shoulder. He looks like he belongs on a romance novel cover.

You push yourself off of  Juno’s chest, giving him a playful slap.“Okay, Romeo, whatever you say. But we should find a place to chill out if we want to catch the sunset.”

Juno laughs, pushing his hair out of his face before he nods.

The two of you usually come to this cove on your date nights, finding a nice spot on the beach to laze around and talk before watching the sun descend together. But some teenagers had decided to throw a huge bonfire this very night and the beach was way too crowded for any alone time. Juno’s idea had been to swim farther out into the sea and chill on some rocks, but so far none had been both comfortable and able to view the horizon.

The two of you look around, trying to find a rock safe enough for you to climb, before Juno hums.

“I got an idea.”

You barely have time to get out a ‘What” before Juno’s arms are wrapping around your knees and hoisting you up into the air, your hands scrambling to find purchase in his hair  as your legs wrap around his chest. Juno shows no sign of exertion as he presses up even higher, shifting his forearm to support your thighs and pointing you towards the sea. “How about that? Can you see it now?”

The wheeze that leaves you is a terrible impersonation of a ‘yes’, your face locked onto the ocean  as you feel your chest begin to burn with embarrassment.

Your ankles dig into Juno’s shoulder muscles, barely wrapping around his large torso as  his tree-trunk arms carry you like a bag of flour.

You knew Juno was strong; He’s a goddamn Killer Whale Merman with an upper body the size of a small table, of course he’s strong.

But wow, did the way he easily throw you around turn you on way more than you thought it would.

You nod your head, taking a deep breath as you try and focus on other things, not about  rock hard your boyfriend just got you.

Unfortunately for you, the position you're in has your crotch pressed right up against Juno’s chest, in between his strong pectoral muscles.

Juno’s eyes drop to your navel, clearly noticing your growing bulge. His expression doesn’t even shift;  His arms just loosen and let your body drop down, until you and him are face to face.

“Are you hard right now?”

You nod, trying to play it cool. It wasn’t as  if this was  weird, you two were dating, but  something about getting a boner from something so simple had you a little embarrassed. Like you were 13 years old again, sneaking peeks at porno magazines and Monster Manuals under your covers late at night.

“Was it because I picked you up?”

You pause, nodding slower this time as you avert your gaze. But a claw comes under your chin, tilting it towards Juno with a slow, controlled push.

Juno had always been a huge teddy bear. You wouldn’t think it, what with the rows of sharp teeth, his long claws, and the myriad of scars that decorate his back and shoulders. But he was as sweet and docile as an Orca Merman could be.

But the look in his eyes at this moment sends a shiver down your spine; They’re so intense and focussed, if you didn’t know better you would think you were about to become his next meal. He rolls his gaze up and down your body, noting how your breath catches when he moves his hand down your neck. He runs his hand downward, thumb brushing against your collarbone and his claws tickling your pulse point. He licks his lips and the smirk he gives you might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh, you like that? Then how about,” In a quick movement, he presses his body up against yours, forcing you against a nearby rock, “This?”

Water drips from his chest and onto your face as he pins one of his hands right next to your face, looking down at you with a sultry look. You suck in a harried breath as an overwhelming heat resonates in your belly. The end of his tail curls around your ankles under the water and his other hand wraps around your neck. His grip is light, but it serves as a reminder of how easily he can pin you down, how vulnerable you are in his large, very large hands.

‘Thats, uh,” You suck up the excess saliva building in your mouth, “That’s...r-really good.”

“Hmm?” Juno chuckles, playfully squeezing your neck before his hand drops down to your chest. He pushes his palm into your skin and flexes out his fingers, covering a good portion of your upper half. “You like being pinned, my little mate?”

Words have fully departed from your mind, so you just nod your head, breathless.

Juno leans down and places a gentle kiss on your jaw. It’s light and delicate, like the Juno you know, but the heat it spreads across your body is anything but.

“Naughty boy.” He whispers in your ear, before licking a stripe up your neck. You lean and curve your neck into his mouth, desperate for his affectionate kisses and nips. His teeth just barely meet your skin, enough to leave little bruises and send shocks across skin. “I can’t wait to fill you up.” Juno wraps his atoms under your thighs, yanking them around his hips and forcing you upward. Your crotch presses against his navel as he shifts you both toward a flatbed of stone. “You’ll look so good, dripping with my seed.” Juno hoists your body up onto the rock, his large hand pressing against your stomach and pushing you onto your back. You do so easily, the cold surface feeling especially icy against your flushed skin. Juno pulls himself over you, his triceps bulging as he lays his massive form on top of you. As he rests on his forearms, careful not to crush you under his weight, water drips from his soaked hair and onto your face. “My pretty boy. My beautiful, fuckable, mate.” Juno purrs, claws stroking the side of your face.

You weave your hands around his neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss. His tongue easily overwhelms yours as his large chest presses down into you. Your hands travel to his back and clench around his shoulder muscles, craving the feeling of his skin on yours. He’s so much taller than you that you barely reach his lower abdomen, but you fumble your hand downwards to his slit, eyes still clenched shut as you make out.

The hardness of his exposed shaft finds your fingers, dripping with his pre-cum and hot against your palm. You squeeze, clumsily and fervently, and Juno chuckles.

“So eager.” He pulls away, a long strand of saliva connecting you two. “Don’t worry, it’ll be deep,” Juno thrusts into your hand with a grunt, “deep inside you soon.”

With a soft pat on your cheek, Juno scoots himself down your body until his face is level with your crotch. He grabs the tent in your swim shorts, giving it a playful squeeze before grabbing the bottom of your thighs and lifting you up. You shimmy your hips to get the article of clothing off, but before it can even go past your ankles, Juno presses your lower half upwards and folds you in two.

You crane your neck forward, trying to see Juno’s next move, before the feeling of his hot tongue on your ass sends your head back against the rock. You let out a groan as Juno’s tongue begins to prod the ring of muscle, his large fingers leaving indents on your legs as he voraciously digs in.

Jun has always been quite dexterous with his long tongue; On your first date he showed off how easily he could tie a cherry stem into a knot, which had done things to your body not exactly appropriate for a first meeting. It’s also slightly ribbed at the sides, teasing your insides at just the right spots and adding an extra hint of friction as he reaches far inside you. You pant and claw at the rock below you, before finding purchase in Juno’s hair. Your climax grows steadier and steadier. It strains your shoulders and neck, but you try and peer up and look at how perfectly he eats your ass out.

Knife sharp, baby blue eyes meet yours, and it’s like a gallon of ice-water has just washed over you, goosebumps rising all over your skin as Juno sends you a wink.

You’ve never seen this playful, dominating side of him before. You can’t help but thank your improper boner for awakening it inside him. Especially when he hits that part- that part-ooooh.

Juno detaches with a pop, his tongue sliding out of your ass as he licks his lips. With one hand still firmly gripped around your thigh, he pushes himself up so you’re face to face. His long fingers splay out next to your neck, his palm easily matching the size of your head, as you give him a dazed and pleasured look.

“You ready?”

You nod, drool pooling in your mouth as your eyes wander up and down his body, your lower half seizing as he playfully squeezes your thigh. He removes it to grab his shaft, spitting into his palm as he strokes and places his tip at your entrance.

“Tell me if the stretch is too much, okay?” Juno whispers, that familiar sweetness back in his voice. You nod, but all you’re focused on is that little bit of pressure, teasing what's to come.

Juno slowly inserts himself and  he both of you throw your heads back with a groan. He worries his  bottom lip as he sinks farther and farther into you, pressing your thighs up to your chest. The harsh scrape of stone rings in your ears as his claws dig into the rock, small pebbles flying outward as he leaves long, white marks below him.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Juno finally reaches his base, comfortably seating himself inside you with a small roll of his hips. His chuckle is stuttered, peppered with a moan as he gives another tiny thrust.

“Hm, good job, taking me all the way in. For a second I thought I might be too-” Juno humps with a little more vigor, forcing the air out of your lungs, “Big for you.”

You shake your head. “N-No. You’re just-Ah!-right.”

Juno laughs again, giving you a small peck on the cheek.

“Good.”

With that, Juno slowly amps his pace, adding more thrusts with a lot more power. His jutting  hip bones dig into your  ass cheeks as he punctuates each thrust; Grinding deliciously against your prostate before pulling out until only the tip is left. He moves the hand by your head up to your other thigh, clutching tight as he lays his weight against your lower body. Your knees have been pressed into your collarbone, the stretch a little uncomfortable for your lower back, but the shockwaves of ecstasy do everything to relieve it.

“Don’t think-” Ungh “I’ve ever been this deep in you before.” Ah “Can’t wait to f-fill you, it will be so delicious.”

Your tongue has started to fall out of your mouth as your brain grows fuzzy, your only responses being slurred “Yes” and “Uh-huh.”

“You’re going to look so good, dripping with my cum. I’ll pump you so full, my beautiful little mate.” Juno’s claws dig into your skin, leaving small, white half-moons in the meat of your thigh. “Perfect little breeder. You’ll take it all, huh? Don’t want to waste-” Juno gives a harsh thrust, “a-” and then another, “-drop.”

You nod, movement uncoordinated as  your climax begins to reach its peak. The burning in your gut feels red-hot, and you wrap your ankles around Juno’s lower bag, urging him to go deeper, hit even harder. Juno lets out a delicious moan.

“You want it? Say it, beg for my cum.”

Juno slows down his thrusts, getting tantalizing close to your deepest spot before pulling out. You whimper.

“Please, please! Give me your cum, give me it, all of it!”

Juno leans down and gives you a long, passionate kiss, before resuming his pace. Your lower half begins to  jerk as you get closer, closer, closer-”

“Ungh, cumming!” Juno roars as the two of you climax together, his dick pouring thick load after load into your ass. You can feel it seep into your skin, dripping out of your ass as Juno rides out his own orgasm with tiny humps. The shiny substance coats his navel and crotch, catching the setting sun as he finally pulls out.

Your legs scream with relief as they uncurl, relaxing your legs onto the cool stone below. Juno unfurls his claws and collapses next to you, chest heaving and his skin flushed pink. The sound of your breath and the crashing waves is all that lingers, both of you too tired to even form a thought.

A shaky claw pets the side of your face, pushing some unruly hair out of the way. You turn your neck to  the side, enjoying Juno’s content and debauched face.

“We should,” He sighs, “Do that position more often.”

All you can do is nod, leaning just close enough to give your boyfriend a bunny kiss.

“Yeah, definitely.”

As the two of you catch your breath,you notice the blend of purples and pink hues off the sky above. You crane your neck upward a tiny bit and catch the slightest bit  of yellow, hinting a trail to the sunset, still out of your view.

You cuddle up to Juno’s chest, resting your head on his pecks, and point upwards.

“Do you see the colors?”

“Yeah,” Juno whispers, a claw playing with your hair, “It’s beautiful.”

The sun falls far away, the night sky darkening into a pitch black, with few spots free of light pollution. The wind brings a chill and you know the swim back is going to be a bitch on your muscles.

But in the arms of your boyfriend, everything feels perfect.

[charnelhouse]

out of sight

(Gifs by @trashcora)

A/N: literally just a quick ass drabble for this thief character. smut. squirting. it's DUMB, but I wrote it in 20 min.

It's not what you expect to happen - certainly not at one of your father's parties.

You don't know him at all - don't recognize his face or a single feature. You would have remembered those eyes - brilliant umber with doe-lashes and a sort of recklessness caught up in the pupil.

He'd wandered into the billiard-room to find you there.

You hate parties, too?

Obviously.

You'd shared a drink - talked about nothing and somehow everything at the same fucking time. It's like he had dug his way into your chest - fingertips dipped into the giving meat of your brain and you weren't sure how.

You seem like a lonely little bird.

Excuse me?

I’ve been around. I know.

You weren’t even mad - not a smidge offended. You felt off kilter and blushed with a want you couldn’t quite decipher. He was stupidly gorgeous. He was too much.

Did I overstep?

No.

Because I wouldn’t want to - wouldn’t want to upset you.

His voice felt thick - silk and scotch and the graze of cigar smoke. Tobacco in paper.

It had escalated. The flames in the fireplace bouncing off his cheekbones - the blade-sharp line of his jaw.

At some point, it had all gone quiet. Heavy and tense and hurricane-hot and he had looked at you like you were something he desperately wanted to possess.

He'd stalked toward you, gripped your chin and as his mouth caught yours - you went loose and pliant. You clung to his black jacket as he pinned you to the pool table. The edge painfully cut into your spine - but you could barely feel it - almost enjoying the sweep of pain with the sensation of pleasure blossoming at the center of your core. He reaches down, hand cupping you hard between your legs - thumb lazily nudging the pressure point right at the seam.

"Can I?"

Yes

***

He surprises you - shoves you up onto the table - rucking your beaded dress up over your chest so he can peel your panties to your ankles.

(Afterwards, those panties will be gone and you’ll think of only him and his nose stuffed in the fabric and you’ll tremble and quiver and long for him again.)

He sinks the entirety of his tongue into your cunt - the thick wet muscle gliding through the flexing channel of your sex as you gasp and arch and buck.

He keeps his arm down over your hips - holding you in place before he lifts his head to stare at you. "Relax, little one," he tuts. "Let me eat that pretty pussy."

You could die. Well and truly. Your thighs clamp around his ears as he pushes three fucking fingers into you. He scissors them - sneaks a thumb over your clit and circles and presses until you sob. Your back is scraping up the felt and you knock the billiard balls down south - the clink and ping -

All of it beneath the wet, crude sounds of this man drinking your cunt as you shudder when your orgasm climbs and builds and burns through the cage of your ribs - traveling down into your lower muscles until you clamp brutally around him -

"That's it," he growls - sucking a mark into your inner thigh before once again lapping at the tender peak of your sex. "That's fucking it, lovely girl.”

His pace is almost unforgiving. He’s not gentle or tender or even slow. It’s the contrast of his soft murmurs mixed with his rough care. He thrusts too many fingers deep - stretching you open, but praising you as you take it. It’s deliberate and practiced and it feels as if he knows your body inside and out. It feels as if your entire conversation before had also been threaded with his observations as he took stock of your actions and your gestures and your words.

“I know you,” he says against the soaked folds of your sex. “I know you so fucking well.”

You don’t question him. Don’t ask. Your entire head is on backwards as your ears ring and you shake against his lapping tongue.

You clench again and can feel the smooth slide of his smile against your slit. "You're close," he remarks softly before he amps up his efforts - pistoning his fingers - barely drawing them out before he jams them back in - curling them up and hitting against some patch of muscle as your pussy squelches and makes you fucking burn from the shame of it.

"Fuck," he hisses. "You have a gorgeous cunt."

Your nails scratch at his hair and you're nearly riding his face - pushing back into him - feeling the hook of his nose and the jut of his chin and soft plush lips and wetter tongue. The tickle of facial hair.

Your climax slides quick and sure and then it bursts out of you. There's the push of liquid and the man's head jerks back and out of the way - eyebrows quirking as he drags his hand across his mouth.

He looks up at you - his smile broad and smug and mischievous. "Sorry," he says. "Couldn't get my shirt all wet if I'm going back down there, but..." His eyes fall on your spread legs - your parted cunt that you know is just gaping - needy - wanting him to fill it. Flexing and blinking and quivering as it longs for his cock. "Let me have one last taste."

He ducks his head and seals his mouth to you - pressing the flat of his tongue from hole to clit as it moves lazy and slow through your folds. He takes his time - palms stroking your thighs to center you - soothe you - you don’t even know anymore -

"Fucking perfect," he groans as your chest heaves and you collapse back onto the table.

He kisses your mound again. The inside of your knee. His beard grazing your skin. "Wait for me," he orders - his expression cut with something beyond pleasure - something hungry and the tiniest shade of forlorn. He reminds you of a fox and a wolf all at once. He reminds you of a creature beyond measure - beyond this. "I'll be back later."

[arduadastra]

Giving Javier a handjob under the table at a gathering dinner thing

A/N: Oh, oh my LORD anon this is juicy and I have every intention of taking this way too far because once Javi enters my writing space he makes me FERAL (This man needs to be stopped and apparently all it takes is a well-placed hand) I took the liberty of this being a just them thing (Hope that's ok!)

Warnings: NSFW - NO MINORS (18+) Semi-public sex, HJ's, swearing, Javi in a button-down.

Masterlist

You and Javi had been together exactly one year to the day and you had both decided to celebrate the occasion. Neither of you were big on anniversaries but Escobar was gone, the Cali cartel were finished and you had both just wanted to be together and enjoy being safe for the first time in…well…ever.

Choosing what to do had been a struggle though, neither of you wanting to spend too much money but also wanting to do something that meant you could be alone together. It felt like you had both been constantly around others and you needed the space. Eventually, after one too many arguments (Javi had put his foot down when you mentioned the mall and a movie) you decided on dinner.

You were both a bit clueless to the area, spending most of your time either on stakeouts out of the city or in the embassy so you had relied on Murphy’s recommendation for the restaurant and you had to say, the guy had good taste. It was quiet, not overly fancy but still had the atmosphere that meant dressing up was encouraged. It was cosy, exposed bricks and small lamps lighting the tables in a soft hue and when you sat down in the booth you couldn’t help but admire how the soft shadows danced across Javi’s face.

Your admiration certainly didn’t stop there. Javier had definitely pulled out all the stops for tonight and you were loving every second. He had chosen a dark suit with no tie, just a white shirt with the first few buttons left open that exposed his collarbone to your gaze. His suit jacket framed his broad shoulders deliciously and you could’ve outright moaned when he shrugged it off to roll his shirt sleeves up - that man knew all your buttons and he was damn well pushing them.

Javi cast you a knowing smirk as he picked up his menu and you watched as his large hands ran the length of the paper. His fingers tracing the edge of the menu much like he does on your skin and you feel the familiar heat flare-up in your gut. You weren't alone though, you knew you were having the same effect on him but he was just better at hiding it. You were wearing a dark red wrap dress that accentuated your hips, curves and ass, one of Javi’s favourite attributes of you, and you leant forward to show off a hint of a black lace bra.

He side-eyed you at that and you smirked, being partners with Javi long before you got together meant you could observe the man’s tells and from the flex of his jaw, you knew he was holding back. He loved red on you and he loved black lace too, you knew that. As you sat there and stared at the man in front of you, an idea crept into your head. How far would his resolve would go?

Making the man who fought drug traffickers on the streets and chased criminals across buildings while handling high-level negotiations without breaking a sweat crack would be a challenge. But you loved the idea of riling him up in such a public setting, the idea was too tempting.

You slid a hand onto his thigh, feigning ignorance as you pretended to read the menu in your hands whilst also making sure to rub slow circles just above his kneecap. His leg shifts under your ministrations and you slide it higher. He clears his throat.

Your hand stays when the waitress drops by to ask for your drinks order. As always Javi orders a whiskey and you order wine, loving the subtle hitch of Javi’s voice when you press your fingers into his inner thigh while he thanks the server. She walks away and he scowls at you, “What do you think you’re doing Hermosa?”

You shrug, fingers now trailing up his inseam and he clenches his thighs together, one hand dropping to clasp yours in a tight grip, “I said what are you doing?” You’re about to reply but then the waitress comes back with your drinks and Javi switches on his most charming smile and you can’t help but graze his crotch as he looks at the waitress, a small possessive side to you loving the widening of his eyes. You trail the spot, mapping it out under your fingers as she shamelessly flirts with him, a silent reminder of who he belongs to.

As she leaves, you lean into his ear, picking up your wineglass, your other hand remains preoccupied, “I’m having fun Javi, why? You think you can’t handle it?” You take a sip and squeeze slightly and Javi shuts his eyes, legs widening in silent acceptance.

Game on.

You drop your hand from his leg and let him settle, he exhales harshly and after a second brings the whiskey glass to his lips. You wait for him to take a sip before drifting your hand back up the outside of this thigh now and you see his jaw tick when he swallows. You lean across and place a gentle kiss on the tense spot before sliding your hand up and over, lingering on his crotch once more. Javi raises an eyebrow to you, a silent 'Is that all you've got?'

The next time you press, the waitress is back asking for your food order and while you give yours, under the table you’re playing with Javi’s slack button and you pop it open silently as he gives his. Your fingertips graze his boxers as you study his profile and while he doesn’t give anything away on his face, his clenched fist tells another story.

You finger the coarse hair just below the elastic and he manages a tense nod as the waitress asks him if he wanted fries. She seems annoyed by his lack of response and you revel in it. Javi doesn't dare look at you this time as she finally retreats, just takes a sip of his drink. You decide to do the same, the alcohol warming your body and leaving you feeling weightless in your actions. Your fingertips continue to slip just shy of his waistband before slipping over his boxers to cup him under his slacks.

Javi kicks his leg out, foot hitting the opposite table leg and he looks around, clearly seeing if anyone can see his compromising position, “Shit” he murmurs, “What if someone sees?”

You grin, “So what if they do Javi? Besides, it's pretty dark I think we’ll be okay” and with that, your hand begins a slow rhythm over his clothed cock and you hear a soft moan from the man beside you.

“Sssh Jav…”

He bites back a groan as your fingers slip against his warm skin again and delve lower, your fingers grazing his length as you sigh, “Only I get to hear those pretty sounds.” Javi nods frantically before realising the public nature of your acts and covers it by drinking again, seeming desperate in his gulps as he rolls his hips. Emboldened by his reaction, you softly wrap your hands around him and pull softly, knuckles rubbing against the inside of his zipper and you feel his hips buck again into your grip.

You take a moment to glance around and happy that no one can see what’s transpiring between the two of you, you look back at Javi’s face and you love what you see. His eyes have darkened significantly, pupils blown as you feel him harden further under the table and his bottom lip is swollen from his biting teeth. His usual golden-brown eyes are swimming in unbridled lust and as his tongue darts out to wet his lip, you can’t help but lean across and kiss him.

You keep it G rated, simply pressing your lips to his and relishing in the feel of his moustache against your lip. You slip your hand lower and start pumping him properly, swallowing his moans as you do. You lean back and look at his dishevelled face and continue, watching him white knuckle the table cloth beneath a clenched fist.

You kiss him again then against his lips you ask, “Think I can make you cum? Make you cum in front of everyone here with only the two of us knowing about the mess you’re gonna make all over yourself, baby?”

Javi pants, jaw slack and mouth open at your question. You take his silence as the opportunity to pull him totally free, exposing him to the warm air of the restaurant. Javi leans back and watches you, an intense stare you rarely see with your clothes on and you start moving in earnest. You slide towards him further, bracketing your bodies into the corner of the booth and you watch his pulse thrum under the tight skin of his neck.

You hasten the rhythm and his fingers slip against the wood where they grip the table, the other coming up to cover his mouth in a cough that sounds suspiciously like a groan as you thumb the head of his cock. Your thumb comes back slick and you use it to wet his shaft, now openly staring at Javi as he slowly falls apart under your hands…well hand.

You can tell he’s close through the frantic look in his eye, hesitant to release in such a public setting but you coax it out of him, running your lips against his neck and kissing him lightly as you say, “Come on Jav, cum for me, make a mess all under this fancy table.” and he does.

You've got to give the guy credit, he’s dead silent and you know how loud the man can be when he cums. He hunches slightly and gasps, chin tilted downwards as he watches himself release all over your fist and drip onto his pressed slacks. He squeezes his eyes shut, biting his tongue as you keep the pressure, knowing how sensitive he gets once he's cum. He opens his eyes, cheeks slightly pink in embarrassment and arousal and he sets his gaze on you.

It’s like the spell is broken and with that as he pushes your slick hand away and shoves himself back in, hips rising as he closes the zipper and button then grabs the napkin from his side, offering it to you with a raised brow, urgency clear on his face.

You notice the waitress just beginning to come over with the food and you offer Javi a wink before sticking your fingers in your mouth and sucking, popping your fingers clean with a smirk as the waitress comes over with the plates.

Javi is speechless.

You knew she must’ve seen something so you offer an apology as Javi still stares at you gobsmacked, “Sorry! Red wine gets everywhere sometimes and with these prices, I’m not wasting a drop!”

She laughs politely and set your food down as she begins to saunter away, pouting slightly when she notices Javi’s full attention is focused on you now rather than her backside.

You pick up your knife and fork and start eating, ignoring the shell shocked Javier at your side. He finally brings himself out of his stupor and grabs his plate, forcefully shovelling some pasta into his mouth before leaning across and hissing, "You've got five minutes to eat then we're leaving."

You frown, "But we just got here!"

Javi laughs darkly, "Oh we aren't leaving here cariño, just the table because after that stunt you just pulled? I'm taking you to that bathroom and fucking you, not in silence," He laughs again, "Fuck that. I'm going to make you moan for me so loudly that everyone in this god damn place will know exactly what you've been doing."

It's your turn to be stunned into silence.

"And then? We are coming right back here for dessert. I want everyone to know what a bad girl looks like after she's been thoroughly fucked."

He continues eating.

You stare at your food. Your pussy throbs at Javi's words and your head swims with the images he's presented. You hear him chide from beside you, "quedan cuatro minutos, mi amor..."

You've never eaten something so fast in your life.

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I dedicate this also to @rattlethe-stars because both of us are slaves to Javier Peña and we have no shame in admitting it.

[listentothisyoooh]

Care For You; BC

A/N: This piece is +18, minors do not interact.

Summary: You come home from work, only to find your boyfriend, Chris, exhausted and drained. What can you say, when he asks you to make him feel better in your own special ways?

Warnings: sub Chan, soft dom female reader, hand jobs, orgasm control, edging, ropes, dirty talk, use of nicknames (mistress, little, pup, angel, etc), mention of the color system --

Word Count: 4.2k

“Hey, hi baby!” You whispered, sitting down on the edge of the mattress next to Chan’s rigid body, “When did you get home?” Caressing the tangled, short platinum blond locks sprawled on the pillow, you smiled down at his puffy, tired face; it probably wasn’t a good thing that you weren’t answered by a smile.

“An hour, I guess.” He rasped, his cords rugged with sleepiness and something else –something you didn’t quite like. The cool, white sheets covered him up to his shoulders, leaving no patch of pale skin open for your sight, and the faded shade of raspberry on his perky lips further demonstrated just how tired the man was.

“Oh honey,” You cooed, leaning over Chan to plant a kiss on his temple while he lay on his side, facing where you sat, “you seem exhausted. Are you alright? Did something happen?” You couldn’t really help the way your brows knotted as a sign of worry. Using arms as pillars next to your boyfriend’s figure, you bowed above him; ceiling cream lights now blocked away from his sight and he could look up at you with those wide, glossy eyes, the peachy gleam of the bedside lamp reflecting from them.

“I’m okay, babe, don’t worry;” He assured, settling on his back gently, “It was just—a very, very long day!” A light laugh puffing out of him, he pulled on the sheets to conceal the lower part of his face from you, eyes still locked with yours. Chan was always soft –so soft, gentle and sweet, and that was why you just couldn’t stop showering him with light, lingering touches, one now being granted for him across his left cheekbone and the side of his eye by your thumb; he seemed to really enjoy it, lids flowing down and expression turning into a relaxed, almost blank one.

“Anything I can do, Channie?” Your gentle question fluttered his eyes open, “want me to make you something? Or get you some pills to help you sleep?” Sometimes, when he was too spent, it became frustratingly difficult for him to fall asleep, so it wouldn’t be far from ordinary if he were to have the same problem now; puffy eyes, flushed cheeks and tousled locks only asked for a bit of rest.

“Can you take care of me?” His quiet voice rose from beneath the sheets, his linear eyes staring right into yours, making your chest quiver alongside that innocent little request.

“Of course!” You smiled, “What do you need? I can give you a massage…” Your suggestion was met with his negative nod, the grips over the edge of the cover tightening.

“No,” He gulped, “can you take care of me, mistress?” There was already a certain breathlessness in his words which only made you grit your teeth; he looked so devastatingly vulnerable, looking up at you with hope, exhaustion and plea in his stare.

“Aren’t you a little too tired for that, pup?” Was the last thing you wanted to say to him, the last thing he wanted to hear too; shaking his head no, Chan squirmed in place while waiting for you to answer to the desperate request in a way that would satisfy both of you.

Instead, you just smiled. Cupping his right, warm cheek, you lightly pinched its plumpness and traced your hand lower unto his neck and chest, pulling that nuisance of a fabric away from those beautiful lips and skin. He visibly gulped at your movements –at being scanned by your sharp eyes, but made no objections whatsoever; the easy compliance egged you on to inch his figure further southwards, fingers dancing on the white sheet. It seemed like he was bare under the covers, and when your hand finally clasped at the side of his right thigh and absorbed the gentle body heat, your assumptions turned out to be accurate, slapping a smirk on your face.

“Are you naked, little?” You asked, stare switching between Chan’s agape lips and anticipating, bright eyes; he did nothing, as if waiting for your sly hand to figure that out itself. “Why is that?” Your gentle tone tried to coax the words out of the man, “Were you being naughty when I was at work?”

“No!” It was adorable how the reply cut off his quiet sigh, being shot out to convince you, “No, I was just waiting for you, and… I fell asleep.” He explained, his covered chest heaving out of slight nervousness. A light chuckle sprang out of you while you flew down to peck his pretty lips.

“Relax, pup; I believe you.” You assured, “It would be fine if you did, though;” Leaning down on your elbow, you peppered lingering kisses near his mouth, your free hand caressing his bicep from over the covers, “you’ve been so good lately—you deserve a treat, both from me and yourself.” By the way his cheek flexed under your lips, you could tell he was smiling. “So, let’s give you a treat then, angel!” He shivered when your breath rubbed on the sensitive spot under his ear.

As soon as you backed away and got off of the bed, Chan rose up to sit on his butt and see what you were doing, the white cover dropping unto his lap; knowing that you’re being watched, you made your way to the small, antique chest placed on top of a console table next to your closet, and opened its lid, eyes immediately landing on the dark jade bundle of silk rope as well as the small tube of expensive, cinnamon scented lubricant, both of them sitting brazenly over the extra pile of naughty toys and accessories! You grabbed the objects with content, having already formed a plan in your head while expecting eyes bore into your back; you threw the equipment on the mattress right next to the man’s feet, fighting back a smirk when your short glance caught him staring at them and gulping. The chair next to the ajar door welcomed your buttoned shirt and jeans to leave you alone with the tight red top and black panties, watching you silently set a course to your boyfriend back on the bed.

“Are you feeling verbal today?” You asked the young man whose eyes obviously swayed over your figure without any intention. It took a dazed, short while for Chan to answer, but he finally did after a gulp and pursing his lips.

“I don’t know…” He shook his head when you sat in front of his folded legs on the mattress, putting a calf between your locations; his slumped, pale body was screaming for your attention in the most innocent way possible, which wasn’t all that rare for the man, as he, deep down, was very innocent, despite what he liked to show his fans and or had to portray of himself because of his career and his position in their group. It hadn’t really been mentioned yet, but you were aware of the heartwarming fact that you were the only person entrusted with this side of his character –a side he himself cherished dearly yet had always tried to suppress, until meeting you, of course.

“Well then,” You caressed his puffy cheek, pressing your forehead on his and giving him an Eskimo kiss, “we just have to find out, I guess!” Your soft chuckle mixed with the one Chan let out, and you found the moment intimate and soothing enough to begin kissing the man, allowing his passionate lips to gently dance over yours for a while before adding your tongue into the mixture and earning light huffs and sighs from his waving throat.

“Fold your arms on each other.” Guiding his hands, you helped him hold his left forearm in front of his abdomen and place the right one on top of it, wrapping his fingers around his elbows to show satisfaction for the plan; catching the wait in the slouched figure, you got a grip of the ropes behind your rear and started your rather enticing mission of binding the man’s arms together, knots and rings gently kissing his pale skin.

He was more than compliant, once or twice pecking your face when you leaned too close to tighten a knot or readjust a bundle; his breaths were even yet deep, and in between all of that, you could clearly witness a tent forming on the sheet sprawled on his lap, slow yet bold. His mind was taken by your scent, the close but still far away heat of your embrace, and he couldn’t help the way his body reacted to your light, accidental contacts across his arms; dear lord, was he touch-starved!

“All good?” You asked, finally finished with your work. His simple nod was good enough of an answer.

The brightness which reflected from the white covers on the bed turned him even paler and that allowed the jade rope to show off its elegant color on Chan’s bare figure. He looked stunning, blond hair sticking out in this direction or that, lips swollen and red from the excessive nervous biting; there was nothing holding you back from lifting up his chin and crashing your mouth unto his, having him nailed in place by a heavy grip on his thigh. He huffed over your face shakily as your hand plowed in between his locks which you now realized were damp; he must’ve showered after coming home from the studio, you guessed.

“You like this rope; don’t you, puppy?” You giggled, leaving a gentle kiss on his perky bottom lip, trailing down to his jaw and throat while pulling his head back. “Is it the fabric? Or the color?” Your question drowned in the dip of his neck vein as you sucked lightly on it, hearing him whimper impatiently and wriggle in place.

“Color.” He replied simply, trying to gulp with the uncomfortable position of his head. Your tongue, tracing wet lines on the distinct veins and bulges beneath his sensitive skin, made him tense uncontrollably; he was already so worked up, despite being tired.

“Yeah?” Your teasing tone sent a shiver into his shoulders, “I was thinking about getting you that mini wand vibrator you showed me the other day –the jade one…” Looking back up into his eyes, he panted lightly, “Good, yeah?” He nodded once again, not trusting his voice to make an appearance, making you smile with adoration, “What’s so special about jade anyway?” The man’s heart-rate suddenly picked up and he leaned his forehead above your ear out of embarrassment for what he was gonna confess to.

“It was the color of your underwear the first time you… um—the first time I met mistress!” He tried his best to voice his explanation in the least flustering way, however hard it was. The confession was accompanied by his little hiss when you giggled and dragged the covers off of his figure, making sure it created the slowest, roughest amount of friction and grip.

“Oh, right…!” You mused, pulling your head away only inches; he didn’t seem too pleased about that, but watching you lean forward on your left arm nailed next to his hip and looking up at him with a little smile was all he could think about at the moment. Your index finger on the free hand began drawing circles on his hard tip, “That was a good night, wasn’t it baby?” He was too busy staring into your eyes with knotted brows and a bitten lip, obviously tensing to prevent from moving under your touch; seeing his composure, you massaged the head of his member with your thumb and index finger, gliding them down to its edge and dragging back up without haste but with good pressure. “You were bad, really bad—remember?” Smirking, at the way he kept pursing his lips while looking down at you, you came to the conclusion that he probably wasn’t going to be verbal that day; he rarely was, to be honest –only when he was too pent up or maybe too cocky, which didn’t happen all that often, but it was worth the experiment. He might not have liked to be talkative at these times, but he damn sure liked being talked to; he had admitted so more than once, dialogues and monologues being half of the pleasure for him.

Gluing your lips on his chin, you felt him shake as the tip of your finger pressed unto his red slit and slid back and forth, eliciting short whimpers from his agape mouth; he squirmed and squirmed but with no apparent aim, since he neither tried to settle efficiently under your teasing touch, nor did he back away from it to protest. He kept staring at you as if there was something he awaited, gulping and gulping and gulping!

“Lie back and spread your legs for me, sweetie.” You crawled back to grant the man space for his task, the one he fulfilled right after hearing your command.

The now cool spot on the mattress welcomed his muscly back and the sheets straightened when his feet dragged away from each other to make a perfectly fitting nest in between his thighs for you. He had to strain his neck to look over at you, so you decided to help him out by hovering above his torso and grabbing your own pillow to jam it behind his shoulders, creating a better angle for his vision. It was the hardest thing to resist kissing his beautiful lips and you saw no point in it anyway, diving down to steal a few noisy, wet pecks from your boyfriend, retreating into your place near his groin next.

“Mistress has taught you well, hasn’t she?” You purred, kneeling between his legs and sliding them over your thighs to earn the closest spot possible, “You used to be so hesitant –so, so impatient too,” He kept licking his lips while gazing at you, his deep breaths egging you on, “but now look at you; a good,” Your palms slowly wrapped around his length and started screwing over its upper and lower half in opposite directions, “good little angel for me.” His head tossed back from the combination of your words and movements; he was fully hard and flushed.

A low whine echoed in the room when you detached your hands from him and grabbed the lonely bottle from over the mattress instead; the moment its contents poured on your palm and released their exotic scent, a breathy, whisper of your nickname rose also, Chan staring down at what you were holding. He was crazy about this smell –this certain smell that had always awakened a comfortable haziness inside him, enough to make it impossible for him to stand being in the dorm when Felix was baking croissants; it almost acted like an aphrodisiac for him, you had yet to understand why, and it would be a lie if one were to say you didn’t abuse this little effect!

“Red if it gets too much, yellow if you need a breath.” You repeated his safe words, earning a nod, and went back to clasping your palms on his member just like before, copying the same motion again; he shut his eyes with content, sighing when your warmth finally touched him, drenched in a scent he loved dearly.

In a matter of seconds, he was already mewling, dripping with precum, disheveled locks being plunged into the pillows. His state only worsened when your fingers formed a thin ring and placed it right beneath the prominent edge of his tip and started the classic vibrating motion on its ablaze nerves; a motion he had grown used to, no matter how torturous it was. Giving him short intervals, you managed to earn a glimpse of his face when he looked back down on your hand, eyes narrow and cheeks flushed –his entire upper body flushed.

“Am I bothering you, Christopher?” Hearing his complete name, he clenched his jaw and shook his head violently, most displeased with the full stop of your hands.

“No, no mistress, keep going!” His words were rushed and hoarse as he took a second to recount what he had said, “Could you continue?” He restructured his sentence after witnessing the raise of your brow, and his heaving chest, his sweet, calm voice was just too good to be ignored.

“Ah!” You cooed, “Such a polite little pup, huh? You’ve learned how to earn my favor, haven’t you? Yes, you have, gorgeous!” He was already too far away from sanity to comprehend your praises as your once again vibrating fingers knocked moans out of him one after another, having his legs wrap around your hips with the constant, cruel edging.

He couldn’t decide between watching the scene of your connection or throwing his head back to slap whimpers at the headboard; when he landed eyes on your hands skillfully tapping on the underside of his aching length through palms, all he could think of was finishing right then and there –it was shameful, how sensitive he was to the littlest of touches.

“Hey!” Your stern voice brought him back to his senses, making him stop gritting his teeth and look back down at you, “No hurting yourself!” Your frown confused him, your words too, but when you gestured towards his hands with the raise of your brows, he got the message; he’d become so lost in the on and off of the pleasure in his gut that he’d forgotten to notice the sharp pain of his nails digging into the side of his elbow.

This was the best opportunity –no, excuse, to frustrate him in the ways he liked, or usually did; you could only hope he’d like it now, too. Sliding your hands off of his weeping length, you kept a hard gaze on his linear, shiny eyes and placed your hands limp on your thighs, palms upwards to avoid leaving the mess of lube and precum on yourself.

“I told you never to hurt yourself, didn’t I?” His flushed face fell at your words, catching the serious worry on your features, “Don’t you wanna be good, Christopher?”

God, he hated his name when it left your mouth! He hated being called by his name when it came to you, because it never meant anything good. He felt cold all of a sudden, without your touch or a trace of your affection, and being naked was much, much more embarrassing. His chest was already heaving.

“I do!” He managed to voice out, awkwardly hoarse, “I am good, Mistress; always!” After all this time, it still flustered him to call you that certain name.

“Then why did you ignore my explicit order?” Yes, you were making a much bigger deal out of this than it was; the marks weren’t even deep, he knew that, you knew that.

“It won’t happen again –you have my word, Mistress… Please—“ He stopped to gulp past his dry throat, still looking into your soul with pleading eyes; he looked so tired, yet he never once dreamed of protesting –not to your work anyway.

“Please what, boy?” Your question had its sharp edges –sharper than Chan liked it. Was there any affection in boy? None he could feel, no –it felt colder than his own name.

“I wanna be good for Mistress;” He breathed out with knotted brows, “can I have one more chance? Please, I want—“ His arms wiggled desperately in between the rope, “I need to cum—“ He could feel fire searing his ears, “Can I, please? Only Mistress knows how to give that to me…” Was it enough? Did he have to go deeper? He couldn’t tell based off of your blank expression.

“Hmm…” A smile creept on your face just as the hum was released from your throat, “Such good manners!” You praised, lifting one hand to lightly drag over his pale, beautifully shaped thigh and finally plant around his cock again –a short gasp being his response, “Such a well-behaved little cub!” He clearly twitched at that! Your palm dragged up and down his veins and he was once again, jelly at your touch, “Who taught this little pup how to be so good and polite?” His moan interrupted your question when your other hand wrapped two fingers around the sensitive edge of his tip. One second he’d push his hips into the mattress to desert your touch, and the other, he’d push up to pump into your airy fist. “Christopher!”

“Mistress did!” His shaky answer came only after your call brought him back to earth and snapped his eyes open. “Only Mistress can tell pup to be good –he always listens to you, only you Mistress—oh, fuck, don’t stop –please!” His sweet voice became high-pitched whines as soon as the ring of fingers around his tip began vibrating again; squirming and spasming uncontrollably, he began throwing his hips up to feel more than the brush of your thumb on his base and the vibration of your fingers on his moistened head. “No—no no, ’m gonna cum—is it okay? Can—“ The hoarse groans piercing his mewls wouldn’t let him finish his thoughts, and your fingers weren’t helping his intellect either!

The bulging veins on his stretched back neck were ripe for marking and the way his pale skin had become many shades redder out of frustration and tension could only mean one thing: he’s few seconds away from covering his stomach with white.

What was cuter than normal, day-to-day Chris, was this Chris; the one writhing and begging and whining under the gentlest touch you could grant him –the one actually able to cum from that meager touch! His voice wouldn’t lower, making way for shameless babbles and incoherent pleas, and you just wanted to put him –and your cramping hand– out of misery.

“It’s okay, Little,” You murmured, still able to reach his ear from between his own noises, “you can cum in five…” Hearing the start of his countdown, Chan lowered his head to look at you, just like all the times he was close; he wanted to see you, and more importantly, he wanted you to see him lose it all. “Four…”

“Count faster!” His fingers were now somehow wrapped in the thick threads of the rope and tugged roughly; you could feel the way the mattress dipped eagerly behind you as Chan’s feet pressed on it with curled toes.

“Three…” You smirked, knowing full well his need for ‘being good’ is way more prioritized to his body than getting what he wants. He could always take what you gave him –every single time; he loved and yearned for the care that came after his success, he wouldn’t change it with anything. “Two…” A small, ecstatic mewl left him when your thumb caressed his slit rhythmically, body trembling out of the little stimulation that was successfully driving him insane.

“One.”

He managed to keep his teary eyes open as his mouth fell apart wider and wider for a scratchy moan to swim into the room with nothing holding it back whatsoever; a big, irritating knot came finally undone in his burning stomach and then there it was, hot strings of white connecting the skin of his purple tip to his abs, your fingers still delicately wrapped around his twitching cook.

There was a gentle thump when he let his head fall on the pillow and the way his chest rose and fell seemed kind of painful; he, on the other hand, looked as blissed out as he possibly could, sweat gleaming on his temples.

“Everything okay?” You massaged his member carefully to help it soften sooner and when your hands eventually left him, he huffed out.

“I’m good, all good.” He panted, glancing down at you lazily, catching your satisfied smile.

His mind kept slipping in and out of reality, and the next thing he felt was the warmth of a kiss on his forehead as cold, wet wipes danced on his belly.

“You did so well.” You whispered, taking advantage of the close vicinity, “Take a nap. I’ll order some food and we can watch something later before bed.” His hazy eyes stared up at you, nodding when your fingers slid over the knots over his biceps to rid him of the restraints.

“Is noodle soup okay?” You asked as your steps lead you to the chest to put back the items you’ve retrieved earlier, “Or maybe we should get tomato?” Turning around, you were met with the unconscious figure of your boyfriend, half covered with white sheets, face as puffy and soft as spring clouds.

You couldn’t help but coo and return to his side to pull the sheets higher over his naked body, and when he made no movement at your touch, you just knew he was knocked out cold; and that meant he’d be up in two-three hours, hungry as a starved wolf, and he will need any kind of food he can find –so soup is probably not the best idea to satisfy Bang Christopher Chan!

[feralthoughtdump]

Love Me Harder

CW: swearing, smut, reader calls Bucky “Sergeant”, spitting, choking, restraints (with a necktie), spanking, dom!Bucky

Word Count: 2.3k

“Oh you’re really testing me, aren’t you?” 

She giggles at Bucky’s words. Her plan was working, and it was working well. 

From giving him a quick peek at her lacy black panties while getting ready, to the teasing touches, to her giving the bartender one too many flirty looks, it was all to rile him up. Get him angry, and hopefully end their dry spell. 

Well, calling it a dry spell was a bit dramatic. It was just a little over a week without Bucky fucking her. Nevertheless, she was still irritated.

It wasn’t necessarily Bucky’s fault, nor is it hers. They’ve been busy. With him going on back-to-back missions, and her having a jam-packed schedule, neither of them had the time. 

But right when they found some time to take a break, Sharon threw a party and insisted that they’d come. 

The final straw was when she had taken her panties off in the bathroom and sneakily tucked them into the pocket of Bucky’s jacket. When his fingers grazed over the lace, he saw red. If they weren’t surrounded by others, he would’ve bent her over the bar and fucked her until she forgot her name. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sergeant.” She purrs into his ear and leaves the table, heading off to talk to Sharon. 

It wasn’t until a few hours later when the crowd had dissipated and his watch read 1:03 am when the two of them decided to leave. 

She was disappointed when he said nothing, or more so, when he did nothing, as they got into the car, ready to head back to their shared Brooklyn apartment. 

She took off her makeup and showered with dissatisfaction on the tip of her tongue. Her plan was working, but it failed miserably. 

It didn’t help that his hair had begun to get long again. It hung in his face and was always so soft between her fingers. 

She loved to grab onto it when his head was between her thighs and the thought of it made her hornier than ever.

Sure, she could just touch herself and relieve the frustration between her legs, but it wasn’t the same. Plus, if Bucky found out, she would be due for the worst spanking of her life. 

She walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of his boxers and a thin cami, ready to sleep away the ache between her thighs. 

As she crouched down to pet Tux, the little black and white cat they adopted a few months ago, Bucky’s boots crept into her vision, illuminated from the bedside light.

“Look at me, doll.” 

His tone was authoritative and demanding so she knew better than to disobey. She looked up into his blue eyes, pleasantly surprised by the anger and lust that glazed over them.

She slowly starts to get up, Tux scampering out of the bedroom door, but Bucky places a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back onto her knees. 

He’s still dressed in the party attire, only he’s shed the jacket. Her mouth waters at the sight of his button-up shirt, now untucked from his black jeans with his tie hanging loosely from the collar. 

She slowly reached up to unbutton his jeans but he catches her wrist. 

“No. Not after the shit you pulled earlier tonight.” He taps his metal fingers on her lower lip. “Open up.”

She parts her lips and lets him slide the metal onto her tongue. They never break eye contact as she sucks, swirling her tongue around the digits. 

He lets his other hand caress her face, gently stroking her cheek. 

“Good girl.” He murmurs.

She closes her eyes and whines around his fingers. 

“You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He cocks his head. “Already so desperate just from sucking my fingers.”

She nods, giving his big doe eyes. 

He pulls her fingers from her mouth and hooks his thumb over her teeth. 

“Answer me!” He commands.

“Yes!” She struggles to speak with her open mouth.

He bends down and stares daggers into her. 

Without speaking, he spits, letting it land on her tongue. 

“Don’t you dare swallow until I tell you.”

She nods her head.

He observes her with an amused smirk, watching her eyes water and her jaw tremble. After about a minute, he unhooks his thumb from her jaw. Gently, he taps his fingers against her chin, signaling her to close her mouth.

“Swallow.”

He says nothing as she obediently swallows, then latching his lips onto hers. It’s rough, slopping kissing with teeth knocking into each other and gentle bites at her lips.

When he pulls away from her, she pouts with spit-slicken, swollen lips, the only thing on her mind being Bucky and his cock. 

The hardwood floor digs into her knees and she shifts, trying to relieve the pain. 

“Do your knees hurt?” He asks, voice low and gentle.

She nods her head. 

“Yes Sergeant.” 

“I guess I should do something about that.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. 

“Yeah, you really should.”

She’s taken by surprise at the feeling of his hand grabbing her neck, the metal squeezing at the sides. 

“You really need to fix that attitude of yours.” He growls, pulling her up to stand on wobbly feet. “You think that you can flirt with the bartender like a little slut? You think that you can tease me all night in front of Sharon and all her friends?”

“If it’s enough to make you fuck me,” She retorts with a gasp “then yeah. Yeah, I do.” 

She realizes that she should’ve just kept her mouth shut when he slams her down onto the bed, her feet bouncing on the mattress. 

His grip on her neck tightens and her eyes roll into the back of her head. A whine escapes her lips when he takes his hand away.

“Hands above your head.” He orders. When she doesn’t comply, he lands a hard slap on her thigh, making her cry out. “Now!”

She hurriedly obeys and watches with excited eyes as he loops his tie around her wrists, binding them together with a tight knot.

Her mouth stretches into a smile when Bucky shrugs off his dress shirt. She drools at the sight of his form, especially at the way his biceps flex when he pulls his undershirt over his head.

“Like what you see, doll?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“Such a shame I’m not letting you touch me. You’ve done plenty of that tonight.”

Her heart drops and a whimper slips past her lips.

All she wanted to do was get her hands on him but Bucky is denying her of that. It wasn’t fair. 

Well, in retrospect, she probably deserves it. 

So she sighs and pouts, hoping that her wide-eyed gaze would be enough to convince him to be nicer to her. 

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes. “I just- I just wanted you to fuck me.” 

Bucky wraps his hands around her ankles and pulls her down the bed. 

“Oh, doll, is that all you wanted?” He gently caresses her calf. “You just wanted me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…?”

“Yes Sergeant.” She whines, all gaspy and desperate. “Can you please fuck me?”

He lowers himself onto the bed, letting her legs draw over his shoulders. 

“You’ve got such good manners, doll.” He plants a wet kiss to the inside of her thigh. 

“Asking so nicely too.” He tugs her (well, his) boxers down her legs and throws them onto the floor. “But I’m not fucking you yet.”

She’s reduced to a panting mess when he eases a finger inside of her. 

Her eyes squeeze shut as she takes a deep breath, careful not to whine too loudly. It was far too late at night and she wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors. 

Bucky’s done so little to her yet the way he dominates her, the way he’s able to take control over her, it leaves her dizzy. 

“Come on, pretty girl.” He murmurs against her thighs. “Let me hear those pretty sounds.” 

She shakes her head.

“The neighbors.” she whispers “I don’t want to wake them up.”

He shoves another finger inside of her, making her yelp at the stretch.

“I don’t care if they hear you. In fact,” he curls his fingers up, hitting that spot inside of her. “I want them to hear you. Let them know you’re mine.” 

She bites her lip, still reluctant, and Bucky rolls his eyes.

He pistons his fingers in and out of her and swirls his tongue around her clit. 

Her resolve is slowly starting to chip away as she lets out a breathy moan. 

“Bucky!”

He responds with a hum, the vibrations making her clench down on his metal fingers. 

She’s close. Very, very close. 

Her chest rises and falls as she struggles to control her volume, biting down on her lip so hard, it’s close to bleeding. 

“I’m-” tears pool in her eyes. “I’m gonna-”

He swiftly pulls away from her, slipping his fingers out of her. 

“No, you aren’t.” 

She tries to sit up, but finds it difficult, given her restrained hands. She collapses back onto the bed with a frustrated groan. 

“Please!”

He takes hold of her face, squishing her cheeks together. 

“I decide when you get to cum. Now, if you don’t stop being a whiny brat, I won’t let you cum at all. Do you understand?”

She nods her head, tears spilling over her lashline. 

“Words, angel, use your words.” He chastises. 

“Yes- Yes Sergeant.” She quavers. “Yes, I understand.” 

His hold on her chin is released and she inhales a shaky breath. When she thinks he isn’t looking, too occupied with stripping off his jeans, she discreetly tries to rub her thighs together. 

She isn’t so lucky. 

As a quiet gasp leaves her lips, his belt cracks down on her thigh. Her once quiet gasp turns into a loud yelp. 

“What did I just say?” 

“I’m sorry!” She wails. “I just wanted to cum!” 

He flips her over onto her stomach and smacks her ass with the belt, leaving a bright red stripe on her flesh. 

She bites down onto the pillow and lets out a cry, the ache in her tummy growing stronger.

“No, I don’t think you do.” The leather cracks onto her skin again and she pulls at her bindings. “Because if you wanted to cum, you wouldn’t be so disobedient.” 

She buries her face in the pillow, muffling her sobs as he continues his assault on her ass, occasionally switching out the leather belt for his metal hand, worsening the sting. 

“I knew you’d like this.” She hears him murmur, swiping a finger through her dripping cunt. “My dirty little thing.” 

He chuckles at her little yelp when he pinches the burning skin. 

“You’re awfully cute, sweet angel.” He coos. “So cute, in fact, I think I’m gonna give you what you want.” 

He pulls her hips up, her upper half sliding down the mattress. 

“Are you going to fuck me?” She asks sweetly, turning her head to look at him. 

“Oh, angel,” He gently pushes her sweaty hair out of her face. “Of course. I think I’ve punished you enough.” 

She winces and pulls at her restraints as he slowly pushes his cock inside. She’s taken him before, but she never really got used to the stretch. 

When he’s fully situated inside of her, he places a strong hand on her back, keeping her still on the mattress. 

“Remember what I said, doll?” He asks. 

“You decide when I cum.” She answers. 

He pulls out halfway and slams himself back inside of her, making her wail.

“Good girl.” 

The way he’s got her positioned allows him to go deeper, each thrust hitting that spot inside of her that would send her toppling over the edge in a few minutes. Normally, this would be a good thing, but now? When she’s so close? Not really. 

She’s no longer holding back on her volume. Her pleading sobs and desperate whines ricochet throughout the room, for sure, waking up the neighbors. 

As she tightens around his cock, she looks out the window, trying to distract herself with the view of the city skyline. 

Her little distraction fails to do anything when he snaps his forward, driving his cock deep into her. 

“Fuck!” She curses through gritted teeth. “I’m close. I’m really close.”

“Hold it.” He huffs. 

“I can’t!” She protests. 

Bucky removes his hand from her back and places it on her tied wrists. 

“Yes, you can. Do you know why?”

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. 

“Because I said so.”

Her mouth hangs open, moaning his name and desperate pleas. 

She’s clenching tightly around him, making him curse. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, angel.” He hangs his head, his hair ticking at her skin. “Gonna make me cum.” 

He lowers his head to her face. 

“You wanna cum? You wanna cum with me?”

She gives him an enthusiastic nod, a quiet ‘yes, please’ spilling from her lips.

“Are you going to be good?”

“Yes, Sergeant.” 

“Gonna misbehave and act out again?”

“No, Sergeant.” 

He grins at her. 

“Good. Good girl. Come on, cum for me.”

The pressure inside of her snaps and she cums with a loud cry, pleasure wracking through her body. 

She feels him release inside of her and she blissfully hums, a fucked out smile forming on her lips. 

“Fuck.” He quietly mutters, carefully undoing the tie on her wrist. 

When her hands are free, he lies down next to her and pulls her close. 

She quietly rests her head on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, nosing at his throat. 

“Thanks.” She giggles, her head all dizzy. 

“For what, doll?”

“For the sex. I really needed it.”

He brings her wrists up to his lips, gently kissing along the red marks. 

“I think we both needed it.”

He turns off the bedside lamp and places a kiss on the top of her head. 

“Come on, doll. Get some sleep. It’s late.” 

Before they drift off to sleep, she quietly speaks up.

“I love you, Bucky.” 

He gives her a kiss on the tip of her nose. 

“I love you too.”

[hyogonokitsune]

light -- suna rintarou x reader

third and final part of my soft suna™ series! part 1 here and part 2 here

it was really fun writing this, and all the nice comments I’ve received mean so much to me 🥰 hope you bbys like this! 

oral (f receiving), praise kink, spitting kink, choking, creampie

2400 words

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Hmm, warm...

You tugged the blanket up to your chin, burrowing deeper into the warmth, mind still fogged with sleep. You had been having such a nice dream, and you would have fallen back into it easily had it not been for the gentle puffs of air you felt on your face. Your heavy eyelids lifted.

Suna’s face was inches from yours, still asleep. His expression was as relaxed as ever, but rather than the typical look of indifference, it seemed more tranquil now. You couldn’t help but watch him, amazed by how soft he looked.

Smiling to yourself, you snuggled closer to him, nestling your head underneath his chin and breathing in his scent; prompted by your movements, he reached out in his sleep to wrap an arm around you. His breathing was deep and steady, and with your palm pressed against his chest you could feel the even beating of his heart.

It felt so nice to wake up next to him, the added warmth of his body chasing away the chill in the air. You had no intentions of getting up anytime soon, content to just lay there tucked up against him. It wasn’t long before you slipped back into a state of half-sleep.

Suna’s chest expanded as he inhaled deeply, the muscles in his arm flexing as he tightened it around your waist. You snuggled into him, about to drift away again.

“Hey.”

The sound of his voice, low and raspy, pulled you back. You pressed your cheek against his chest, not wanting to open your eyes just yet.

“Sleepy?” he asked; you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Mmm,” you hummed in response. He fell silent again, but his hand reached up to run his fingers through your hair. “Rin,” you sighed.

“What?”

“That feels nice.” Your voice was slightly muted with your face against his chest. You curled your body, drawing your legs up.

He groaned when they made contact with him. “Hey, careful with those knees,” he warned.

“Sorry,” you murmured; slowly, it dawned on you what he meant. “Oh! Sorry!” You lifted your face, trying to scoot away from him, embarrassment coloring your cheeks. Suna didn’t let you get far, though. His arm drew you in close, craning his head to plant a row of kisses on your neck.

“What are you blushing for?” he purred into your ear.

“I didn’t mean to, um… touch you,” you stammered.  

“Oh yeah? You didn’t seem to have a problem touching me last night.” His voice was husky as his lips glided along your jaw, making you shiver against him. His hand moved to trace a line across your hipbones; you couldn’t suppress a sigh at the sensation. Suna smirked at you, looking pleased with himself at how easy it was to tease you.

“Shut up,” you groaned, twisting to bury your red face in his pillow. His scent lingered there, slightly spicy with a hint of cedar.

“Cute,” he murmured as his hand brushed lightly along your spine.

“You’re cute.” Your voice was muffled against the pillow. “You’re cute when you sleep,” you said, turning to look at him again. Your intention was to tease him back, but he only smirked at you again.

“What, you’re watching me sleep now? Didn’t realize you were such a little creep, y/n.”

“All you do is bully me.”

Suna laughed, and the sound was still a little raspy from sleep. “That’s not all I do,” he said, leaning over to kiss your neck. A sigh escaped you as his lips moved down over your collarbones, teeth nipping lightly at the sensitive skin, his hand sliding from your hip to rest between your legs.

“Rintarou!” you gasped as his fingers brushed over your clit.

“Hmm?” he hummed, planting soft kisses down your chest. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I— no, but…” your voice trailed off. You could feel yourself getting wetter at his touch, but his gaze on your body was making you embarrassed; your hands moved to cover your breasts, thighs squeezing together around his hand.

“Are you getting shy on me, baby?” he teased, mouth quirking up into a grin. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I got a pretty good look at you last night.”

You groaned, face growing even hotter at his words. “Yeah, but it’s different now. It’s lighter in here.”

“You know, I happen to like the way you look.” Suna bent down to kiss your lips, slowly and tenderly. “I’ll stop, though,” he said, moving his hand from between your thighs.

“W-wait,” you blurted out, reaching down to grasp his wrist. Suna quirked an eyebrow at you. “I didn’t say that.”

He laughed. “What do you want me to do, then?” His fingers started teasing you again.

“I… Close your eyes.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Anything for you, babe,” he said sarcastically, eyes rolling, but he shut them all the same.

Without his sight, Suna relied on touch to work his way down your body. His lips roamed from your face down your neck, across to your shoulder, where he paused to mark your skin with his teeth, before continuing down to your chest, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. His fingers were still rubbing over your clit; his free hand reached up to caress your other breast, pinching the nipple lightly.

“Mmm, Rintarou,” you sighed. He released your nipple with a pop; the cold air hit the wetness he left behind, sending a shiver through your body. His mouth moved across to your other breast, giving it the same attention. Your hands wove into his hair, bringing him closer to you.

He pressed a finger into your pussy, sinking in only up to the second knuckle, his thumb still rubbing circles over your clit. A moan left your lips, hands shifting to grasp at his shoulders.

“You’re so wet, baby,” his whispered against your skin. “Always so wet for me…” Eyes still closed, he planted a line of kisses down your stomach, pausing again to suck at the skin over your hipbones.

“Rintarou…” you whimpered.

“I know,” he said in a quiet voice, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. His lips traced over the soft skin of your thigh, slowly moving closer to where his hand was causing you to tremble around him.

You breathed out shakily when his tongue finally ran over your pussy, his finger still inside you. He pressed it in further, curling up to reach that sweet spot as he circled your clit. Whimpers and moans left you involuntarily, legs tensing around him. He worked a second finger in, stretching you out carefully.

“Fuck,” you gasped. When you tilted your head down to look at him, you saw that his eyes were now open, watching your face as you came undone for him. “Rin—” you started, but he began sucking on your clit, causing all thoughts to fly from your head. Your breath caught in your throat as you came, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers. Suna’s gaze never left your face, grinning against you as he watched you completely fall apart.

“So cute,” he said, coming up to kiss you hard on the mouth. “You gonna let me fuck you, pretty girl?” he asked softly, lips less than an inch away from yours. His hand was stroking his cock languidly.

You stared up at him, eyes wide, mesmerized by his intense gaze. “Mm hmm,” you squeaked out, barely audible.

“I didn’t hear you, baby. I said, are you gonna let me fuck you?” His voice was firm, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Yes, yes please fuck me,” you told him, fingers gripping at the nape of his neck.

“Mm, good girl,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your cheek as he pressed into you.

The feeling of his cock stretching you out made your head fall back against the pillow, a low moan leaving your mouth. He had his hands on your hips, grasping you tightly to hold you still as he thrusted into you, hard and deliberate.

“Oh fuck, Rin, you feel so good.”

“I love how your pussy feels, baby,” he crooned, his words making you tighten around his cock.

His pace quickened, hips snapping into you as he sucked hard at your throat, dark red marks blooming across your skin. Your nails dug into his back, clinging onto him as he rocked your body with each thrust.

“Rin-Rintarou—” Your voice came out in shaky gasps, unable to catch your breath.

“Hmm?” He nipped at your ear, making you whimper. “You wanna cum again, princess?” You nodded, clutching at him desperately. He straightened up, grinning. “My baby’s so greedy.” One of his hands left your hip and reached for your mouth, fingertips pressing at your lips. Your tongue came out to run over the pads of his fingers; the smile he gave you made your heart flutter in your chest.

He moved his wet fingers down to rub tight circles over your clit, making your toes curl in pleasure. You dug your nails deeper into his skin, searching for release.

“God, please please don’t stop,” you moaned, eyes squeezing shut.

“Hey, look at me,” he demanded, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “I’m not gonna let you cum unless you look at me.”

The threat made you open your eyes immediately, a whine leaving your mouth. “Please, Rin.”

He stared down at you, desire burning in his eyes. The sight of him, with his face flushed and dark hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, every muscle in his body flexing as he fucked you, sent you over the edge. He slowed his pace when you cried out, pressing your knees against your chest and leaning down to kiss you as you reached your climax.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re cumming, princess,” he murmured, nuzzling against your face. You couldn’t speak, could barely draw air into your lungs. Suna dragged a curled finger along your cheek, watching you as you came down from your high. “You okay, baby?” he asked softly.

“Uh huh,” you managed to say, nodding slightly.

“Mm, good,” Suna hummed, kissing you again, “because I’m not done with you yet.”

“Rin,” you whimpered as his cock thrusted into your overly-sensitive pussy.

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, angling your hips to hit that sweet spot inside you, knocking the breath from your lungs. “Shh, I know, baby,” he soothed, even as he started pounding into you harder. Your hands searched for something to hold on to, grasping at his hair, his shoulders, his hips, the sheets, the pillow. The friction against your clit each time he slammed into you made you scream out, the brutal pace he set causing you to fall apart beneath him. The look on your face was driving him mad, his thrusts growing erratic and sloppy the closer he came to his own high.

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby,” he purred, his voice low. “Taking my cock so well, pretty girl.” The praise made a blush creep up your neck as you felt the coil in your stomach twist yet again. “So cute.” His hand wrapped around your throat, fingers and thumb digging into the soft flesh to cut off the blood supply to your head.

“Rin,” you gasped, hardly audible, “s-so good…” His grip on your throat tightened, making you lightheaded; the sensation, coupled with the overstimulation on your clit, made your eyes roll back, hands gripping the sheets even harder.

Suna bent over your body, face less than a foot from yours. “Open your mouth,” he murmured, and you obediently did as you were told. He leaned in closer; you watched with wide eyes as he let a strand of spit drip slowly into your mouth, your pussy clenching around his cock as it hit your tongue. You swallowed it, then opened your lips again to show him your empty mouth. He grinned at the sight. “Good girl.”

He fucked you even harder, the overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes. “Rin, please—oh fuck, please!” you begged, your voice coming out in a pathetic whimper.

“I want you to cum for me again, baby,” he told you as your fingers grasped at his chest. “Just one more, I wanna feel you cum one more time.” He kissed you hungrily, resting his forehead against yours after your lips separated. “Are you close?” he breathed out, holding your gaze.

“Yes, fuck, I’m so close,” you panted.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Suna’s voice was more strained, his breathing fast and labored. “Your little pussy feels so good.”

“Rin!” You were cumming again, staring straight at him as he fucked you through it; your gaze was enough to send him over the edge, his cock throbbing as he came deep inside you.

“God, y/n,” he groaned, before kissing you hard.

“Rin,” you said again, softer this time. Your hands reached up to cup his face, thumbs brushing over his flushed cheekbones.

Suna sat up to look at his cock as he pulled out, hands pressing your thighs apart. His fingers spread your pussy open, staring at the way his cum slowly dripped out of you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he murmured.

“Rin, stop it!” you giggled, squirming under him. He raised his gaze to your face, a crooked grin on his lips as he leaned in to kiss you again.

“What, are you still gonna be shy with me?” he teased.

“Yeah, probably,” you said, half-joking.  

“Mmph,” he grumbled, flopping down beside you and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Are you pouting?” You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Shut the fuck up.” He had buried his face in your hair, muffling his voice. His arms tightened around you slightly. “I like doing this with you.”

“Squeezing the air out of me?”

“Ha ha,” he said, not a trace of amusement in his voice.

You wriggled in his arms in order to look him in the face. “I like doing this with you, too, Rin,” you told him earnestly.

“Hmm,” he hummed, closing his eyes.

“I liked when you said my name, too.”

Suna’s eyes opened as the blush swept across his face. You laughed, pressing a gentle kiss into his cheek.

“I’m glad I asked you for this.”

He closed his eyes again, smiling softly. “Yeah, me too.”

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[mandoalorian]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day/night & are staying safe & healthy darling 💕 if you're comfortable & whenever you have time could you please do a Din smut with thigh riding & the reader squirting & Din just praising them & also reader having a dom daddy kink? 🥺

Praise Me, Shame Me [Din Djarin x f!Reader] SMUT

Warnings: 18+ unprotected p in v, use of vibrator, praise kink, thigh riding, squirting, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamic

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"That's right cyare, take what you need," Din groaned, his modulated voice tingling against your skin as his cool beskar helmet leaned into the crook of your neck. "Ngh— fuck, so wet. So wet for me," he praised, his gloved hand coming up to your hair. His movements were gentle and sweet and you felt yourself getting lost in the way he smoothed out your hair and mumbled sweet nothings into your ear. You could feel his tenderness, you could sense his love for you. "Are you going to cum all over my thigh, sweet girl?" he asked, his voice low. His question was followed by a dark chuckle and he flexed his thigh underneath you. Your grip on his shoulders tightened and you pressed your fingernails into his skin as he done it again, and again, grinning at the way you became a shaking mess on top of him. He could feel your arousal seep through the material of his pants and even dampen his own skin. He couldn't wait to discard the rest of his clothes and fuck you senseless.

"Oh Din— daddy, yes." you moaned wantonly as you felt your oncoming high coarse through your veins. You tossed your head back and exposed the column of your neck. Din's erection throbbed in the confines of his pants as he yearned to ditch his helmet too, and pepper sloppy kisses and bites all down your jaw, neck and collarbones.

"Beautiful," Din cooed, bringing his hand to your neck and giving it an experimental squeeze. "My beautiful girl."

"Yours." you affirmed, feeling your eyes roll back as he flexed the muscles in his thigh one last time. Your walls fluttered around nothing and your breathing became erratic as your orgasm swept through your body.

You pressed yourself into him and rolled your hardened nipples over his own naked chest, smirking against his skin as you pressed a loving kiss into his shoulder blade. "Thank you daddy." you mumbled sweetly, post coital haze glossing over your eyes.

"Anything for my princess." he concurred, pressing his forehead against yours. The coolness of his beskar helmet contrasted with your own warm, sweat laced skin and the smell of sex filled the hull of the ship.

You loved the nicknames he gave you. They made you feel so special. Whether it be terms of endearment spoken in his native language of Mando’a, or simply just “princess”, and “honey”... they worked wonders on you. They made you weak and want to submit completely to your Mandalorian. He wondered if he called you those names on purpose. He knew how crazy he drove you.

"I have something," Din declared, as you stood up from his lap, albeit with a slight wobble. "Get comfortable in my bed while I fetch it." he smirked. Of course, you couldn't see the way his lips curled into a dangerous smile, but you'd known Din long enough to identify when he had something particularly filthy in his mind.

You obliged with a small excited nod, and padded down the length of the Razor Crest to Din's bed. You stretched out your naked body and opened your legs, preparing yourself for him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you played with your own breasts, waiting for him to return, rolling your fingers over your nipples and giving them the occasional pinch.

When he came back, his jaw practically fell to the ground. He admired your body, his cock twitching knowing that it was all his and for nobody else. His eyes flicked from your perfect tits, down to your stomach and to your glistening folds which were soaked from the previous thigh riding extravaganza. He pulled off his pants and stepped out of them before lining himself up with your entrance. Your eyes shot open as you felt the engorged tip of his penis teasingly rub between your folds.

"Din!" you gasped, your toes already curling with pleasure. "What did you bring for me?" Din held a small silver device in between his fingers, and you cocked your head in bewilderment. "What is it?" you quizzed him with curiosity. Din proudly flicked a switch that was located on the side of the mechanism, and it started to vibrate. "O-oh." you replied knowingly, feeling a flush of heat cross your cheeks.

In one swift movement, Din pushed his thick length into you. You gasped longingly. No matter how many times you fucked in his ship, you could never get used to his impressive girth and the way he was able to split you apart. Your walls immediately tightened around him like a vice that was desperate to milk his cock for all he had. He wasn't going to last. Your perfect pussy was so tight and wet, and he grabbed onto your thighs as he increased the speed of each thrust.

"Oh yes daddy, yes, so good." You cried out as he slammed his hips into yours.

"I want- I want you to cum around my cock, okay baby girl?" Din asked, his voice coarse and rasp as he turned on the small vibrator once more. All you could do was nod, and reach out the grab the back of his head. You ached to tug on his hair or look into his eyes as he fucked you senseless.

He held the vibrator to your clit and your whole body began to convulse and shake involuntarily. You didn't know what the device was, or where it had come from, but it was powerful. It sent shockwaves through your body. You knew it wouldn't be long until Din made you cum for a second time.

"Come on cyare, sweet girl. Cum for me. Give me all you have." He growled, feeling his own cock twitch inside of you.

Your moans turned into heavy heaves and pants until finally, you done something you had never done before. You squirted. Your hands grabbed a fistful of the blankets that you lay on top of and your juices soaked Din's whole body. Watching you come undone beneath him sent butterflies frenzy in his stomach and it wasn't long until he was spurting ropes of his own salty cum inside of you. You finally opened your eyes the moment Din's softening erection slipped out of you and your lips parted into a perfect ‘O’ shape as you saw the way your juices dripped down his stomach.

"You made such a pretty mess on me," Din cooed, wiping some of your cum along his finger and dipping it into your mouth. "Taste," he commanded, and you done so willingly. You took his finger deep into your mouth and began to suck it completely clean. "Good girl," he praised sweetly, rolling his finger over your swollen lower lip. "So good for your daddy, huh?"

"Yes daddy." you whimpered, looking up at your Mandalorian with glazed doe-eyes.

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[jinkicake]

Overstimulating Akaashi, Ushijima

Just a little playing with Akaashi and Ushijima :-) Teasing, preventing them from cumming, all the works. Plus how they would get you back after you’re done.

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

For @cocoa-bitter , thank you for requesting this. I hope you like it! Sorry, it took me so long... Everyone please stay safe and healthy!!

Warning, this is pure SMUT. 

WC- 1,091

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Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi is such a pretty boy, he is so delicate, it makes dirtying him up that much more fun

He would be so submissive for you, letting you treat him any way you wanted

Akaashi is patient, you can spend hours simply running your tongue all over his body and discovering parts of him unexplored

You loved using these dates to figure out all the ways you can make him come, how quickly you can cause him to unwind with just your hand or warm mouth

The frustrated whines that left his mouth send heat licking straight to your core, he always sounded utterly destroyed after you first made him come

“You love this don’t you Akaashi, tell me how much you love me~” You lick his ear, grinning when his hips jerk as his sensitive cock brushes against your folds

“I love you more so much angel. M-my pretty girl.” He’d huff out through gritted teeth, adoration swimming in his eyes when you look at him

There were times you would see just how much he could come with you bouncing on his dick like your life depended on it, his record is three times in a row

Even after he is left withering on the bed, you don’t stop but, you’ll give him a little break

As soon as he catches his breath you’re back to having your fun, cupping his length and roughly patting him

Watching with clouded eyes as he jerked his hips to get away from your touch, but the sounds leaving this mouth were only begging you to keep going

When you’re finally done toying with him, Akaashi will simply lay you out and force you to come, over and over again

Don’t worry, he always takes good care of you

He has one leg over each of yours, keeping your thighs spread wide open as you rest your back against his chest. Akaashi’s long, nimble fingers continue to stroke through your folds slowly. He has been doing this for a while now, just teasing you like this. The air in your lungs fades as he thrusts both fingers into you in one full movement. You whimper at the sudden intrusion and Akaashi clicks his tongue irritatedly. He manages to still his fingers, using his other hand to rub at your clit soothingly while you get used to the long fingers inside of you.

“Ah what’s the matter? You seemed to enjoy slapping my cock just a while ago, hmmm?” His nose rubs alongside your jaw and you let your head fall against his shoulder when he begins to move his fingers again. “Can dish it out but can’t take it?” He adds an extra emphasis by slapping your clit and you let out a powerful whine. His fingers feel so good massaging your inner walls, curling and hitting exactly where you need him. The way he rubs your clit with ease and uses the slick pooling around his fingers to ensure there is no friction makes you shiver. You only whimper in response and Akaashi laughs into the crook of your neck, his tongue licking at your collarbone before sucking harshly.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, daddy will take care of you now.”  

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Can you guys IMAGINE a tied up the Ushijima Wakatoshi

The way his biceps would flex above his head, his legs spread open and his full body on display

No, I’m not crying

Ushijima would definitely let you have your way with him, no refusal

He thinks it's hot

Would he regret letting you take control like this after being toyed with for hours, maybe

His body is so sensitive, so sensitive, place a little cock ring on him and you’re good to go

Play with his nipples, his inner thighs, the delicate tip of his cock and he will be moaning in no time

Yes, Ushijima moans

He hisses through his teeth, deeply groans as he falls apart, whimpers and sounds utterly delicious

If he tries to hold back his noises, he will regret it

“Come on, let me hear you, baby boy, ~” You’d coo to him, roughly fondling his cock in an effort to bring him right to the edge of pleasure just to bring him back just as quickly

His hips would splutter in the air as soon as you stop touching him, trying desperately to reach a release that he won’t get

“Oh look at you, so ruined.” You sigh against his neck, running your finger along the underside of his cock, moaning when he shudders under your touch

This little game of yours can go on for hours, it depends how bad you feel for him 

You just get so excited seeing him riled up like this, seeing such a large man under your mercy, pleasuring him with no promise of release 

Sometimes you’ll even leave him tied up while you do something else, just to see how far you can push him

More times than not this ends up in him breaking the handcuffs, not that you mind

Ushijima will fuck your brains out when he finally gets his hands on you, so desperate for release that he doesn’t care if he uses you like a personal cum slut

“You think you can just run away like that?” Large hands grip at your waist and you let out a squeak when you notice Ushijima behind you. “You’re mistaken, my dear.” You moan as he effortlessly thrusts into you, your walls tug on him and squeeze him tightly. “So fucking tight,” Ushijima growls out as his thighs continue to slam into the back of your thighs, you can’t help but whine at the sensation, he is being so rough with you. One of his hands drags up your chest to roughly massage your left breast, pinching your nipple to evoke a piercing wail from you. “That’s it, that’s what I like it hear.” Ushijima groans in your ear before licking your earlobe, capturing it between his teeth and sucking. His hand stops the assault and moves up to grab your throat. His hand is gentle against your neck, only squeezing the sides to slow the blood flowing to your head.

Ushijima is so powerful like this, so captivating that you can’t seem to get enough.

“You were so snappy an hour ago, what happened now?” His deep voice only causes your head to cloud even more as he starts to mercilessly taunt you. “Once I’m finished with you (Y/N), you’ll be begging me to stop."

[cherrysha]

Respite

Heres the Phinks yall wanted! I tried to make him more of a Tsundere in this and, besides the degradation, this is the softest Phinks ive written thus far. Hope ya’ll like it! P.S. i could not find a good gif of that mfker so anime water it is

Summary: Phinks has been gone for a while on troupe business and he finally comes home.

Word count: 2.2k

My requests are open atm

Warnings: Exhibitionism, slight degradation, praise kink(?), Spit, mentions of panty sniffing, unprotected sex, cockwarming

It’s off the beaten path, a grown over trail hidden between ancient trees older than you, older than the trail itself. You idly wonder if many people encounter this grove, if any stray far enough away to take in the beauty that surrounds you right now. Filled with wildflowers and tall grass that gently sways in the breeze. A sea of color that blooms only for you and Phinks. Every time he leaves he takes you here when he gets back. No apologies or guilt for the time he’s spent away, only living for the moment he’s wrapped in the comfort of your embrace. It shouldn’t matter that he’s gone for months at a time, leaving you with nothing but your loneliness.

When you focus on the current moment again, you’re met with syrupy sweet kisses. Thick with an incessant need that thrums through the both of you like a live wire. Honeyed and mind numbing, Phinks holds you above him, body lazily spread out on the grass beneath you, he lets you take your fill. Warm hands cupping his face and soft lips that are too impatient to leave his for a single second.

The hot sun beats down on your back, touches every inch of skin and makes Phinks’ own hands feel so cool in comparison. He traces up and down your thighs, gliding over the hem of your dress restlessly before settling on the swell of your ass. It’s much calmer than the way you clutch on to him with a need to make up for lost time. Putty in his hands, soft and malleable. He idly thinks that maybe if he bites down on your plush lip he’ll be able to leave his own indent there.

The pack you’d brought lays discarded a few feet away. The feeling of Phinks gentle touch more important than anything it contained. Half finished water bottles held nothing that could sate the fire burning you to your core. He knows it, can feel it with every shift of your hips against him. You never did much to conceal your arousal. Breathless whimpers leaving your parched throat any time his mouth left yours, it doesn’t take much convincing to get you beneath him either.

‘No one’s gunna see’ he follows the statement with a triumphant grin on his face as you concede, your hands drifting away from the hem of your dress so he can push it up. His grip momentarily settles on your hips as he revels in the sight of you spread out beneath him, lightly colored panties clinging to your hips in such a way he has to ogle. When you whine and shift on the itchy grass beneath you, he still doesn’t concede. Just clicks his tongue, mutters out ‘impatient’ and lets his gaze linger on the wet patch at the crest of your thighs. It’s refreshing. The way you open up so eagerly for him. It’s something he’s been acutely aware of since he left. Days passing by without the feel of your skin against his, your impatient cries of his name. But now, trapped in your own little bubble, the world passes by as the two of you finally relish in what you’ve been yearning for. His calloused fingers move from your hips, tracing little patterns in their path down your thighs before coming back up to settle over the waistband that’s blocking him from the piece of you he’s so desperate to see. Taking them off is quick work, but once he does it’s hard not to stare too long at them. Stalking as he glared at the soft, small bundle of fabric in his open palm that smells so sweetly of you. He reminds himself that your cunt is right there, ready and waiting for him right now. Silently he pockets them, and when he pulls them out later it serves as a quiet reminder of everything he has. “S’gotta be quick Phinks... someone might se-“ “I don’t give a fuck, sweetheart. Don’t rush me.” There isn’t any malice behind his words, only slight irritation. He’d wanted this for so long, fucked his fist night after night to the thought of how tight you’d be once he finally came back home. There was no way he’d rush this when it was something he’d craved incessantly.

His arm pushes the back of your thighs up until your splayed out beneath him, hands fisting the grass and eyes screwed shut as Phinks revels in the sight of your pussy crying out for him. You must’ve missed this too. Idly, he runs a finger over the crest of it, outlining it sweetly before his thumb lightly drags up the crease of it and smears the wetness against your swollen clit. He’s rewarded with a petulant whine erupting from you that goes straight to his hardening cock. Phinks sticks two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking until he’s sure they’re covered in his own spit as he continues to eye your pussy, gaze unwavering even as he takes the digits out of his mouth. After what feels like hours of waiting, he finally breaches your pussy. So wet, he could’ve done without the spit but the way you whimper at the stretch is enough reassurance that it wasn’t such a bad idea. His fingers curl up into that spongy spot inside of you, he’s done this enough times to find it with ease. A few thrusts in, his thumb rolling soft circles over your clit, and you’re already mewling for him the way you used to.

“Want me to ruin this cunt, sweetheart?” His eyes find yours again, paying no mind to the pinpricks of tears that are gathering. It’s stern, the way he looks at you as if he expects an answer. You’re too focused on the drag of his fingers inside you that you can’t think. It’s been so long since you had this, had him filling you up so nicely with only a few digits. All you can manage to do is gaze up at him, enraptured by the flex of his jaw as his blue eyes meet yours. “Have I already ruined you so badly that you can’t even answer?” His fingers bend upwards harshly, rubbing more forcefully with each pass. You respond by crying out, tears finally falling as you try to find your words beyond the sound of wet clicking as Phinks’ digits move in and out of you. “Spoiled rotten” the insult is enough to loosen the grip you had on what was left of your resolve as you cum for the first time. he smiles as you constrict around him, twitching as waves of pleasure wrack through your body. “Guess I’m gunna make you even more spoiled, huh?” Your pussy is still sucking him in, clenching and unclenching in an effort to drive him in further. To push him out and drive him even crazier with want. It’s a feeling that Phinks is, admittedly, too selfish to give up. Quickly, His free hand pushes the waistband of his tracksuit pants down, sparing little time in the effort as he leaves them bunched around the top of his muscular thighs.

When his fingers finally leave from between your legs it joins with the other to smooth up your thighs, trailing slick moisture as it settles at the joint of your knees. his body pressing down as he languidly aligns himself with your entrance and fills you up. He’s never been the type to let you adjust to his girth, instead Phinks slowly begins thrusting. Looking for something with every push and pull against you. By bending your legs tighter against your chest and slotting his own body closer to yours It doesn’t take him long until he finds what he’s looking for. “Just gotta find that spot again huh? Riiiight there?” The yelp that blows away on the breeze is enough confirmation that he’s found it. His cock is pressed tight to the entrance of your womb, slightly bumping your cervix with every shift of his hips. In a few moments he’ll have you crying, overwhelmed by the dull pain of it. Helpless to the way every thrust against it makes you gush around him. Listlessly he moves against you. Body hovering inches above as he buries his face in your neck. Hot puffs of air leave his wet throat, making your skin sticky with each exhale as he tries not to move too fast. He wants to savor this. To drag this out as long as he can. No matter how much you claw at him, whines garbling from you and wet tears that collect in your hairline, he doesn’t speed up. He takes a minute to lift his head and admire how overwhelmed your pretty little face is. Dress stained from the grass beneath you as your body is fucked into the ground, sticky sweat coats every inch of you. And it’s gorgeous, everything he’s wanted and more.

“Keep your fuckin eyes open.. don’t get lazy on me, huh?” You nod, trying your damndest to meet his request as he continues fucking deeply into you. After a few minutes when you absently close your eyes again, too blissed out to think much of it, Phinks’ hand releases one of your legs to wrap around your throat. The new angle has him closer to your body, mouth a whisper away from your ear as he growls “what the fuck did I just say? Is it that hard for you to listen?” He’s been gone for too many months to drag this out any longer. You’re a mess beneath him, mouth open and eyes glazed over as your grass stained hands come to grip at his own around your throat. Too overwhelmed to properly listen to him like you used to, almost begging for a punishment. Phinks’ resolve easily slips from his grasp at the sight.

His hips finally pick up their pace, a wet slapping noise radiates around you and rivals the thrum of blood in your ears. He has no qualms bruising your cervix over and over, not with the way your body sucks him in so greedily. How you beg so sweetly, almost incoherently for something that you have no words for. You wanted this, liked when he was deep enough to leave a lasting ache inside of you. A visceral reminder of his overwhelming presence. Never waning as he took every opportunity to fuck that delicious ache back inside of you. When your eyes close again, a silent scream falling from your mouth as the coil inside you snaps, there’s no punishment. It’s only an opportunity to spit in your open and awaiting mouth. His fingers remove themselves from around the sides of your throat to roughly massage over your tongue, his smile only growing when you splutter around them. Your hands still hold tight against his wrist but it does nothing to stop him from further gagging you as they hit the back of your throat. A breathy groan falls from his parted lips as you continue to clench down hard on his cock, eyes shut as you fight your reflexes and begin to suckle on the digits in your mouth.

  His hips stutter before picking up their previous rhythm, a harsh snap that fills the air and makes you whine with sensitivity. Phinks tries his best to ignore the pressure building low in his abdomen, gritting his teeth as he surges forward for more. One look at your damp face, eyes glossy and unfocused as you let him explore the wet warmth of your mouth, your pussy, taking every part of you he wants, is his undoing. Only a quiet “Fuck” warns you of his impending orgasm. The moan that rips through his chest is sinful, jaw slackening as you feel him release inside of you. You let out a relieved whine at the sensation as your own body finally has a moment of peace from Phinks’ bruising thrusts.

  All too suddenly it’s quiet, the only noise being Phinks’ heaving breaths and the wind whistling through the trees. But it comes as no surprise, he’s always quiet afterwards. Likes to savor the feeling of how his sensitive cock fits so snugly inside of you for as long as you’ll let him. His fingers eventually leave your mouth to cup your jaw, head resting in the crook of your neck as his thumb idly traces the outline of your lips. You don’t move to push him away, don’t open your mouth to complain about the grass scratching at your legs. Instead, you take a moment to breathe in his scent. To relax into the warmth of his touch and the sun overhead. Silence isn’t a rare phenomenon with Phinks. He’s brash and quick to anger, but in exchange you’re gifted moments like these. When his touch is nothing less than comforting and you can feel everything that’s left unsaid rolling off of him in waves of pure unadulterated fondness. Love is a language he’s not well versed in. His tongue is too clumsy to speak it fluently. So instead he lets the silence speak for him. “You missed me, huh?” you ask after a while, hand coming up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. The question is completely rhetorical. You aren’t expecting a response, but he humors you all the same. “Yeah… yeah I missed you.”

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Falling for you( Falling from grace) Jungkook

Falling for you ( Falling from grace) Jungkook

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Read Chapter 3 here

Rated : 18 +

Warning : . Fuck buddies? Or rather enemies that have sex. They just really hate each other but also can’t keep their hands off each other. Fair warning this has no plot. its just them being idiots .

Chapter warning : a little bit of plot just to keep things interesting yeah? 

Chapter 4

The washroom on the seventeenth floor was the unofficial gossip hub and normally I would steer clear of that place but desperate times called for desperate measures. I was pretty sure I looked like I’d been dragged backwards through a hedgerow and I had to get it fixed before I got written up . 

Willing myself not to openly flinch with every step, I tried to curb the trembling in my thighs, almost painfully sensitive to how wet and messy my lower half as. What the fuck had I been thinking. 

When I entered the restroom, I moved to the huge ornate mirror in the center and took a nice long look at myself. 

 I felt my throat seize up in shock.

Good God. 

I looked ten times worse than I felt. The hair in the back of my head was sticking up , four even gaps from where he’d gripped my hair too tight. Yelping, I pulled on the dozen hairpins holding my hair up in a messy bun, letting my hair fall around my shoulders. Panicking , I threaded my fingers through the strands, wincing when I touched my jaw. What the fuck...

I leaned closer, peering at the small abrasion near my chin. It was a bruise, shaped exactly like Jungkook’s thumb. And it was already turning into an ugly shade of puce. 

Slightly hysterical because, Hoseok was so incredibly unbending when it came to office etiquette and  I did not want to get fired, I flipped at the fancy taps, sticking my hand underneath the cold water and splashing it all over my face. 

The door opened behind me and I flinched.

“Oh, hey Areum....” Three of my colleagues walked in . I recognized two of them , Jieun and Hana . The third one looked new.

“Hey...” I croaked out, trying hard not to look like I’d just been fucked to an inch of my life in a supply closet by the boss’ son. 

Oh fuck, what the hell was I thinking? 

The girls moved to the mirror , spreading out across the long counter and pulling out their compacts and lipsticks . I kept my head down, still trying to calm my pounding heart. 

“So let me get this straight, he called you at eleven in the night yesterday and wanted to meet you ? At your apartment?” Hana was saying. 

The new girl was blushing as red as a tomato.

“Yeah...he uh... he told me he was just returning from his training. He’s a boxer.” There’s a shy sort of admiration in her voice and I felt an odd sense of foreboding. 

“Booty call.... He wanted to fuck you for sure.” Jieun said firmly. “ You’re a lucky bitch, Sana... ”

Sana.....

My fingers started trembling when I heard the familiar name. I tried to calm myself down but it was impossible . A red hot sort of rage began licking its way up my spine. It wasn’t new. I knew he fucked other people. We both did. 

but I’d never stood within two feet of one of his conquests. 

“ Yeah...but then he called me like an hour later and said he wasn’t coming around.” Her voice was tinged with disappointment and I felt a sick sort of satisfaction. 

Jungkook had cancelled because of the pic I’d sent him. 

“Maybe he thought he wanted more.... like you told me he asked you to come meet him at practice tomorrow right? To get coffee afterwards... ? Maybe he wants to do this properly....take you out on dates...get to know you....”

I couldn’t stay there a second longer. 

“Ladies...” I bowed quickly and they offered me cheerful smiles. I all but ran out of the restroom, hating the sharp sting of tears somewhere near my lashes. 

I stumbled to the back stairwell, which was mostly unused and usually deserted. Gripping the walls, I slid down to sit on the floor, drawing my knees up to bury my face in. 

There was a reason I didn’t do public sex, I thought, shaking. Despite the way I mouthed off at Jungkook, sex with him always took a toll and I had always, always made sure I had space and time to recover from it. Gripping my thighs and trying to fight the urge to whine, I fumbled with my phone. 

“Areum?”

“Can I have the day off?” I whispered, shaking a little. 

“You alright?” Hoseok’s voice sounded genuinely worried and I hummed.

“ Got my period.” I said blankly. 

“ Gotchu. I’ll fill up the form and get one of the interns to pack your stuff up. You need to get some meds or something? Need a ride home?”

I felt warmth bloom in my chest. This is why Hoseok was such a great HR manager. He genuinely cared. 

“ I don’t need a ride. Or anything else.” I said quickly, “I’ll take a cab...”

There was a slight shuffling and then, an altogether familiar and unwelcome voice in the background went.

“Who’s that?”

Oh fuck. What the hell was he doing there? 

“Areum...hang on, Jungkook’s here....he wants to talk to you...” Hoseok said quickly and before I could protest , I heard Jungkook’s low raspy exhale against my ears.

“Where are you?” He said shortly. 

I considered protesting but remembered that Hoseok was still there. 

“ The back stairwell... I... I’ll come there , I...”

“Stay right there. I’ll come get you.” 

Before I could respond, he had hung up. I stayed on the floor, staring stright at the opposite wall. I forced myself not to think, trying to take deep breaths. The truth was I was exhausted. Physically and otherwise. 

Letting my head fall back against the wall, I closed my eyes, trying not to think about what Id’ heard in the restroom. Was Jungkook interested in Sana? Meeting him at practice? Coffee? 

That just screamed dating to me. I’d always assumed that Jungkook wasn’t into dating. That he just enjoyed quick fucks because that’s all he had ever offered me. So maybe, it wasn’t because Jungkook didn’t want to date. It was because Jungkook didn’t want to date  me. 

 Which was fine. I didn’t want to date him either. I really didn’t . 

“Hey....you okay?”

I had to inhale shakily, just to bring myself to look at him. I felt my heart ache something fierce because he was kneeling in front of me, strands of hair falling into doe back eyes. Eyes that fairly glistened with genuine concern. There was no infuriating smirk or haughty smile....instead his lips were parted in genuine concern, eyebrows furrowed in worry and one hand resting on my knee , fingers just so unfamiliarly gentle. 

I stared at him for another second and smiled evenly.

“Guess I’m gonna be needing that wheelchair after all.” I quipped. 

He stared at me for a second before his face split in a wide grin, a genuine bark of laughter spilling out of him. He looked so carefree and unabashed that I bit my lips, staring at him some more. 

“Let’s get you home , yeah?”

I nodded, letting him grip my arm to help me up. 

“It’s okay. I can walk... “ I said softly and he hummed, but still kept an arm around me and I noticed that he had my handbag slung on the other shoulder.

We reached the elevator and rode down in silence .

I followed him to the basement parking and he fumbled with the smart key to his car , pointing in the direction of the multitude of cars and I watched one of the flashy red ones blink. 

“Let’s go to my place...., yeah?” He said casually and I groaned.

“Jungkook, I know this going to make your ego swell but I’m not joking when I say that I cannot physically take your dick at least for another couple of days.” 

He rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t want to fuck you, God. I’m working on a project for the Art Fest down at the Museum and I’m staying home. You can rest there....” He said casually, moving to put his seat belt on. He fixed the mirrors by prodding a few buttons and I watched the tattoos on his arm flex as he gripped the steering wheel, one arm coming around the headrest of my seat so he could turn and back out of the lot carefully. 

I frowned at the broad shoulders near my face. .

“Why would I rest there? I have a home....” I protested , watching him hold the door open for me. 

“Because I know for a fact that , it being Monday, both your sister and your mother are supposed to be coming over today to cook and clean for you because you have no life skills, “ He grinned and I glared at him, “ . They’ll probably notice the limp and I just thought I’d spare you the humiliation.” 

I didn’t respond because he was right. My mom and sister were home and it would be impossible to get any rest with them around. The fact that Jungkook somehow knew this made me feel jittery and nervous though. 

“You have a fight this weekend?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. 

He kept his eyes on the road, sparing me just one questioning glance.

“How’d you know?” He asked curiously and I bit my lips.

 I’ve been following your boxing career for a three years.

 “ Just heard someone say something at the office...” I said vaguely. 

“You aren’t invited.” He said sharply and I gripped the seats, annoyed.

“I don’t want to be there anyway.” I snapped back. 

He huffed.

“I’m serious about what I do Areum... I don’t want you interfering in that part of my life, alright? We’ve been through this before.”

I sneered at that.

“I know....isn’t that why you literally banned me from your gym. “ 

He didn’t reply and I stared at my hands. 

He had invited that girl, though, my mind supplied helpfully. 

He invited her not only to the gym, to watch him practice, but also for coffee afterwards...you know...to get to know her better....probably because she’s not the kind of girl who would spread her legs as easily as you do.....

 I stared out of the window, remembering how pretty and put together Sana had looked. The dainty walk, the perfect make up and the long hair, styled perfectly. 

I was beautiful too. Of course I was and I knew it. 

Men like Jungkook didn’t go for unattractive women even if it was for a quick lay. But, there’s beauty and then there’s actual charm? I wasn’t charming in any sense of the word. But then, did I have to be charming and attractive and perfect to go see him fight? 

Why?

What about the other people there? If literally anyone could go watch him fight, why wasn’t I allowed? 

“I want to come watch you train....” I said impulsively, my anger getting the better of me. 

Jungkook turned to give me a shocked stare. 

“What? Why?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion and I shrugged.

“No reason.” I said shortly. I could physically feel his irritation build. 

“Areum....” He began , voice holding a note of warning but I refused to back down.

“Literally anyone can visit your gym. You own the thing and you love offering discounts to everyone you meet...and yet somehow, I’m ‘ banned’. Why?” I demanded.

“Because I don’t want you there...That’s a good enough reason for me.” He snapped back and I clenched my fists harder. 

“Well, sucks for you. I’m gonna be there. On the front row. Let me see what’s so great about Jeon Jungkook in the ring that drives women wild...” I scoffed.

He stared at me for a second and then chuckled.

“Ahh..... so you just wanna watch me get wet and sweaty.... ? Understandable.”

I sneered. 

“You have been wet and sweaty on top of me enough times and trust me the novelty has long worn off.”  

He groaned.

“It genuinely feels like anytime I try to be halfway decent human being to you, you repay me by being as annoying as you can....” He said thoughtfully and I couldn’t say anything to that. 

i flinched when his hand reached out, moving to my knees and squeezing /lightly.

“What are you doing?” I frowned slapping at his fingers and he merely moved his hand higher up my thigh. I flinched when he squeezed again.  

“The only time you’re remotely bearable is when I’m touching you....So I’m gonna keep my hand here...” He gave me a smug grin, eyes practically dancing with mirth and I grimaced. 

“I’m still going to come. I want to.” I said firmly. 

He didn’t argue further.

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Much to my surprise , I slept away the better part of the day, buried in Jungkook’s soft white sheets , head pillowed in the dozen fluffy throws he kept around. It was vaguely arousing that someone so intensely masculine like Jungkook preferred a comfortable , soft toned bedroom. The sheets smelled exactly like him, a fresh citrusy scent that managed to be soothing and sweet and yet somehow seductively warm as well. 

I woke up to fingers in my hair, lightly stroking. The room was dim, a little bit of light from the streets spilling in through the gaps between the curtains. 

“Areum.... It’s almost eight.... I’m gonna order us something for dinner... You wanna wake up now?” 

His voice. Fuck. 

I rolled over , groggy and disoriented. My eyes took in the splendor that was Jeon Jungkook, taking in the fact that he was only wearing grey sweatpants . I stared at the smooth expanse of his chest, feeling arousal bloom , slow and steady all over me. 

“I wanna suck you off...” I croaked out before I could fully filter my own thoughts.

Jungkook chuckled a bit at that. 

“I’m not gonna say no to that, but why don’t you take a shower and wake up fully.

I shook my head.

“ Let’s get messy first..... we can shower later...” I whined, still blinking and he groaned, slipping into the bed with me, under the covers, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up till I was on him, my chin resting on his chest as I stared at his beautiful face. 

 What am I doing here? Where is this leading?

“I’ve never seen you like this. “ He commented mildly.

“Like what?”

“Sleepy and horny....Usually you‘re just angry and horny.” 

I shook my head. 

 “I should go.” I said hesitantly.. Jungkook didn’t respond for a few seconds, merely staring at me with a blank look on his face. Then he gave me a slight squeeze around my waist and moved out from under me. .

“I can call you a cab...” He said simply, moving to get up off the bed again. I felt something jump in my throat . It was unlike him to acquiesce so fast, and it was unlike us to just.... hang out without mutual orgasms thrown in the mix and somehow that felt like a change I wasn’t ready for. A bit of panic flashed through and I reached out blindly when he stood up, grabbing his waist and yanking him closer.

I looked up at him, scooting to the edge of the bed and kneeling till I was right in front of him. 

Eager to get things back to normal, I smiled and casually, pressed both my hands behind my back, looping my fingers together at the base of my spine. 

“Get those handcuffs.” 

Jungkook’s dick literally twitched in his pants and he swore.

“Fuck baby....” He grabbed my face roughly, crashing his lips over mine. I kissed back, almost desperate, trying to remember all the reasons why he annoyed me, why this was all we were to each other. A quick fuck, a quick lay, fuck buddies. that's what we were......

“Stay here. Stay right here...Don’t fucking move.” He pulled back and dove for his bed stand. I watched as he pulled out a silky black tie. 

I grinned when he nearly fell, scrambling up on the bed and pushing up behind me. He grabbed the hem of my blouse, yanking it up over my head before grabbing my wrists together again , tying them swiftly behind me. 

“Only you...” He whispered against the back of my neck. “ Only you can do this to me. Drive me wild with want just by fucking existing....” 

And then he was lying down near me, grabbing my waist and jostling me around till I was straddling his waist. It took me a second to orient myself I managed to steady myself, staring down at him in surprise. 

“ Seeing as you said you needed a break from my dick, how about you come sit on my face, today?” He smirked. 

I tested the give on my hands, before carefully leaning down to him

“Sure you have the lung capacity for this , Jeon?” I whispered, lips brushing his as I spoke. 

He responded by gripping my waist hard, easily lifting me up till i was straddling his shoulders. 

“I’m ready to drown in that sweet sweet honeypot, baby...” He winked and it was such a ridiculously bad joke that the laughter got wrenched out of me. 

And just like that , we were back to being us again. Or at least, that's what I convinced myself of. 

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AUTHOR’S NOTE : TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THOUGHT ....I WANTED THIS TO BE JUST PORN BUT APPARTENTLY I CANT WRITE ANYTHING WITHOUT ANGST FML. 

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It’s Your Captain Tonight NSFW

Requested by Anon: Hi I follow you on twitter and I saw you retweeted that post about chris having an captain america suit in his closet for “special occaisons” so I am asking if you can do a chris evans smut when he surprises his girlfriend you with the suit? You can do whatever you want though thank you! xx

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MASTERLIST

You sit on the bed, the covers around you, flipping through a magazine. Your pajamas are simple: shorts and a tank top because the weather is too hot to sleep in anything more. The TV in the corner is on, blaring the news. The lights are dimmed.

Chris is in the bathroom. It’s always like this; your routine. You go in first, taking your time with skincare and showering, while Chris whines that he has to pee. Then, while you fluff up the pillows and prepare the bed for sleeping, Chris just pees and washes his teeth and he’s ready for bed.

“What about moisturizer?” you’d once asked, way back when you’d first started sleeping over. But your boyfriend had shrugged and waved it off because he’s just like that. Pretty like that.

Now, however, he’s been in there for a while. You check the door, see if the light is still on. Shadows dance under the door, but no sound. What is he doing in there?

It doesn’t matter because all you want is to snuggle up to him and watch the boring news until sleep claims you. Or he does.

The door finally opens, and still staring at your magazine, you smirk and ask, “Did you take a little poo?” When you get no answer, your smirk widens. “Usually you take them in the morn...” You trail off because there, standing in all his glory, is Captain America.

So that’s why he’d been growing out his beard.

Not a very long time ago, you’d expressed your fondness for nomad Steve Rogers. After your boyfriend and you had spent the weekend binge watching all Marvel movies because the weather was bad, you’d made a passive point that bearded Steve Rogers was peak. Chris had laughed and said he too liked the beard, but in his heart, home was The First Avenger and would always be clean-shaven, by-the-book Cap.

But now. Now.

You don’t know where he got the Infinity War suit with the ripped chest piece and the darkened star and the dusty layers, but it makes your heart flip and your stomach drop down to your knees. Chris looks absolutely ravishing. You’d only seen him in the suit on screen, but now, under the very real lighting of your room, with Chris’s eyebrow quirking up, he looks ravenous.

Your mouth parts and you let out a whimper.

The dark blue trousers fit snug to his legs, looser around his waist, and as you trail your eyes up, you can’t help but linger on his crotch. God, how many times had you fantasized about him in this suit? How many times had you had to bite your tongue about it when Chris asked you what your biggest fantasy was? Too many.

Chris stands there with a cocky look on his face. He knows what he is doing to you. The rosy cheeks. The whimper. The wandering eyes. The fidgeting.

He doesn’t say anything. His burning blue gaze glues to yours, trailing up and down your body. You close your magazine and toss it onto the night table, scooting to the edge of the bed, bare feet hanging off the edge.

Then Chris licks his lips. “Are you gonna be good for your Captain?”

Your mouth opens in surprise. He’s never been this way before. Always calm and gentle, never assertive or overly dominant. But the intensity radiating off him now burns through you like a furnace, and you can’t help but feel it in your knees.

You nod.

He takes a step forward and instinctively, you scoot up the bed quickly. He smirks, puts one hand on his belt, and gives you that head tilt and eyebrow quirk you’d once said was hot. “Don’t be bad,” he says, and his voice is low and roach, and something switches in your stomach. “You know what bad girls get.”

He takes another step, and just to spite him, you flip over and attempt to crawl to the other edge of the bed. But his hand clamps down around your ankle, and with one harsh tug, he has you splayed on your stomach.

“Ah ah,” he coos, stepping between your legs. Your skin tingles where his fingers touch you, as they skim your calf, up the back of your thigh. You press your cheek against the sheets, hair splayed messily around you. “Be good,” he demands, and this time, his tone is harsh.

Heat spreads in your belly. “Yes,” you whimper.

“Yes, Captain,” he corrects behind clenched teeth.

This side of Chris, this animal, hungry, powerful side of him had otherwise been hidden from you, and now that it was out, you wanted to play.

“Yes, Captain,” you murmur.

His left hand grips the band of your shorts, and using his leverage, pulls your ass back until you can feel his belt buckle against the back of your thighs. The sting of it is cold and you wince lowly.

Chris chuckles. Still holding you, he uses his right hand to unbuckle himself, tug the belt through the loops, and rip it free. There’s a moment where the clang of the belt echoes in the room, the moment stagnant, and all you feel are his eyes raking over you like hot coals. Then the leather strap trails lightly across your clothed ass, and shivers erupt on your skin.

Chris’s voice is low and tantalizing when he speaks. “A birdie told me you like men in suits of armor.” His left hand sneaks up into your hair, grips it, and yanks you back slowly until your back is pressed against his chest. You breathe shallowly, your hands braced on his thighs. His nose nuzzles your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “Let’s see if you like to get fucked by one.”

The sheer intensity in his voice makes a moan leave your lips unexpectedly. He hums in approval before bending you back onto the bed. He uses an arm under you to effortlessly position you so you’re facing the headboard, and then climbs in, flipping you on your back with one hand.

Facing him now, you can see the darkness in his eyes, swimming in the blue, clouded in lust. He straddles your waist and you reach up to touch him, to run your fingers in his locks, but his hand shoots out and grips your jaw. “Tss tss.” Again, that dominant tone as he pushes you back into the mattress. Eyes, blue and taunting, trail up your body, to your gaze, then to the belt in his free hand.

You know what’s coming when he takes both your wrists in one hand. You’ve never been tied up before, and the idea of being completely at someone’s mercy makes you squirm.

And that doesn’t please Chris.

He squeezes your wrists and shoves them over your head, inciting a small yelp from your lips.

“I said be a good girl for your Captain,” he reiterates, his tone vicious, lustrous, as he looks at you with one eyebrow cocked.  

“Yes,” you whimper. And then, when you see his mouth twitch, you add, “Captain.”

He smiles triumphantly and proceeds to wrap the leather belt around your wrists, and then secures it to the headboard. You give one tentative tug, but you’re tied in real good.

Chris leans in until his lips are grazing yours. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

His blue eyes stay glued to yours as he slowly slithers down the length of your body. You’re buzzing, trembling, anticipating what’s coming next. But Chris is in another mindset, a different dimension, because just as his mouth lingers over your clothed apex, just when you feel his warm breath on you, you are right back onto your stomach. 

Your wrists are criss-crossed, fingers clenched against your bindings. “Chris.” The name leaves your lips in a whoosh, the movement of him flipping you over once again almost knocking the breath from your lungs. 

There’s a hand in your hair, pulling, faster than you can even blink. The weight of him over you, warm and heavy. His mouth at your ear. “Captain,” he demands, voice clenched. 

You shiver. Your ass is right at his crotch, and when you move up slightly, you can feel just how hard he is through his trousers. He really likes this. 

Then his weight is lifted. Hands on your hips, gripping your shorts, and he slides them down your thighs, down your calves, until your shorts are being chucked across the bedroom. His knees leave the bed one by one as he positions himself between your legs. You become very aware of how naked you are when cool air brushes up against your bare pussy. And you become very - very - aware of how wet you are. 

Chris groans when he sees you, glistening, ready, wanting. “You’re such a mess,” he grunts, hands on your ass, kneading, spreading. 

You flex your hands, feeling the blood leaving your fingertips. You look back, strands of hair in your face. Chris has eyes just for your pussy, his eyes wide and blue, mouth parted and wet. This look on him; this look of utter lust and desire and possessiveness is enough to make you squirm your hips. Searching for friction. Your bud, sorely neglected, rubs against the mattress. A moan passes your lips, and Chris is quick to grab the flesh of your haunches and yank you up and back, so that your ass is in the air. And you lose the friction on your clit. 

A whine comes from your throat, and surely, right behind that, a smack on your ass. 

“I’m the one to give you any kind of pleasure tonight,” Chris groans, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Nothing else. That’s why your hands are tied.”

There’s no possible way you can answer coherently, so you whine and wiggle your ass back, desperate for his touch. For pressure or friction or anything!

His hands leave your ass and slither down the backs of your thighs. You can feel the rough fabric of his trousers against your skin, but he is keeping safely away. 

“Chr-Captain, I want you to... touch me, please.” Your voice is frail, breathy, husky. Chris’s soft caresses turn aggressive and he is once again grabbing your skin. 

He doesn’t answer, instead finding your clit with his thumb and pressing. Your desperation leads you to moan and jerk backward, searching for more. He complies with a snicker, rubbing his thumb along your swollen and soaked clit, circling, flicking, pressing. You’re moaning and whining, muffled against the mattress, your breathing labored. 

He smacks your ass again, mumbling a low, “Mine,” with urgency, and then his middle finger plunges easily into your hot core. 

“Fuck,” you breathe, wiggling your ass back. His finger slips so easily inside you that it’s almost embarrassing. 

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles, thumb finding your clit again, simultaneously pleasuring you. 

At this point, you don’t care if you sound desperate. “It’s all for you, Captain.”

He makes an acquiescing sound and plunges a second finger into you, pumping slowly, eliciting a low moan from you. 

“Do you know just how fucking hot you look right now?” he asks, his voice rough and low and breathy. 

You can’t answer because the precipice is coming and you’re searching that climax with urgency. His thumb flicking quickly and tightly against your bud and his fingers pumping in you, petting that spot, makes you want to say the most nastiest things to him. 

The knot in your belly, just under your navel, begins to burn. You moan louder, Chris’s name coming off your lips like a mantra. Your walls clench around his fingers, your clit buzzing, searching and begging for release.

“Come on, baby,” Chris mumbles encouragingly. 

And then you’re cumming, clenching around his fingers, moan echoing in the dim room, legs trembling from the force of your fall. Pleasure throbs from your core to your knees and down to your toes, and you’re curling them against Chris’s thighs. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, slapping your ass, biting the sensitive skin with such force that your moan turns into a yelp. 

Behind closed lids, your breath echoing in your ears, you can hear Chris unzipping his trousers, fumbling with the fabric. The bed dips, and then your aching, buzzing core is poked by Chris’s cock and you whine low in your throat. 

“Are you ready for you Captain, babe?” he purrs. You nod, clenching your numbing hands.

One hand on your hip, he uses the other to guide himself into you. It’s always a stretch when Chris fucks you. His girth and his length combined are enough to have you breathless, struggling to adjust. And it’s like that now, as he eases into you, you stretch around him with a soft, stuttered moan. Your orgasm left you tight enough and throbbing enough that as soon as Chris is halfway in, he can’t control himself any longer. 

In one swift thrust, he’s bottomed out, and you’re writhing on your knees, trying to take him in. 

“You’re so tight, baby, fuck,” he moans, both hands gripping your hips like they’re his anchor. 

He doesn’t let you adjust like he normally does. Instead, he begins a pace; slow, languid thrusts, deep and harsh, that leave you shuddering and begging for him to make you cum again. 

“Are gonna cum for your Captain again, baby?” he groans, fingers gripping, hips snapping. “Huh? Are you gonna cum all over this cock?”

Those words, so dirty and so unlike Chris, make you clench around him, wiggling back on him, wanting him to keep hitting that spot inside you that makes you want to scream. 

He’s not chasing his high. He’s chasing yours. The pinnacle starts and you’re moaning so loud, the sheets between your teeth. His cock keeps caressing your tight walls and hitting that spot each time. He’s a God. 

You cum for the second time, stars dancing behind your closed lids, clenching around him so hard it makes him slow his thrusts. “Fuck, baby, that’s good,” he moans lowly, giving your ass one more smack, enjoying the rhythmic throbs of your soaked pussy around him. 

He slides out of you and the emptiness left behind makes you sigh, but he’s not done with you. 

One hand pushes you by the hip until you collapse onto your side, panting. He reaches for your binding and rips you free. Your wrists are red and sore, but you don’t even feel it. You’re buzzing so hard from your orgasms, from the sheer sensuality and lasciviousness of it all, that you don’t even care. 

Chris takes each wrist in his hands, and for a split second, it’s not Cap anymore as he kisses each injured wrist. 

As soon as he came, he goes. The dominant, harsh man comes back as he pulls you by the thighs until you’re flat on your back. 

“You’re gonna make your Captain cum, now, are you?” he asks, eyes searching yours. You nod compliantly, spreading your knees, reaching out to touch his shoulders. “Good girl,” he groans, aligning with you again. 

In another swift thrust, he’s back inside your soaked walls. You’re full and you want more and you want to sink your teeth in his shoulder. He uses his elbows to not crush you, but each thrust, now more rigid and forceful, takes your breath away. 

Your third impending orgasm approaches faster than you thought with each snap of his hips, and when you begin to clench around him, he groans low in his throat. He hoists himself up on his hands, and one hand wraps quickly and surely around your throat. 

The sight of him - mouth parted in a low moan, broad and shapely shoulders hunched over you, that darn fucking suit still on him while he pounds into you - are enough for you to throw your head back and moan. It gives more access for Chris to squeeze his fingers around your neck, hips snapping so hard that you’re bouncing up the bed. 

He knows you’re about to cum, and when your walls are tight enough for him to join you in your ecstasy, he brings his thumb to your clit and the pressure is enough for you to erupt. 

Chris’s hips stutter while you clench impossibly tight around him. Your eyes close and your body hums with pleasure, as Chris gives one last harsh thrust before he spills into you, groaning low in his chest. 

You’re barely aware of the aftermath. When your senses come back from three fucking orgasms, Chris is laying on his back beside you, breathless, sweat shining on his forehead. 

“That was - God, baby that was so fucking good,” he breathes behind closed lids. He’s smiling, and so are you. 

“It must be so hot in that suit,” you breathe back, searching for his hand on the bed. He takes yours and brings your knuckles to his mouth. 

“You have no fucking idea,” he answers with a chuckle, lingering his mouth on your knuckles. 

You smirk. “Shower?”

Chris laughs, but slowly turns his head to you. “Give me five minutes.”

[slasherkisss]

Could I please request something where bo Sinclair trusts and loves you enough to let you hold down his wrists while to kitten lick his cock, occasionally taking him deep down your throat not letting him cum till you crawl up his body and ride him letting him come deep inside you while whispering how much you live him into his ear — sorry I got carried away do what you please with that 😂love you❤️

[Oh this is just sweet and cUTE DAMN]

Bo hated being naked during sex.

Each time he took you, it was always in a rush. A desperate, hungry carnality to its movements that sent you reeling with surprise as you were pressed up against the nearest surface and eaten alive by your boyfriend. His mouth consumed you and he rutted into you with sleek, demanding motions that would leave you powerless to do anything but moan and wiggle beneath his ministrations. He claimed that it was because his brothers could walk in at any moment. That if they found him (or worse you) naked then neither of you would hear the end of teasing and laughter coming from Lester, or awkward gazes and small tilts of amusement from Vincent. 

You couldn’t help but think there was something more to it.

So when you asked him to take his time with you. To take you to bed on a night where Lester was out and Vincent was all but locked away on a project in the basement that he had estimated would take him three days (and you know the man would not remove himself from his workshop until his job was completed). He had no excuse not to now. He had no reason to keep you at arms length but he still hesitated, a light in his eyes a mixture of something vulnerable and angry. Perhaps anger at being vulnerable.

Still he agreed. 

Which lead you to where you were now, on your hands and knees at the end of the bed with Bo as naked as you were, his body all but shrunk against the headboard as he refused to look in your eyes. His handsome brow was creased with frustration, but he bit his lip as he refused to trust himself with speaking. 

You had seen hints of them before. Of the long, nasty scars that ran circles around his wrists. Of the tables with straps and tight, leathery latches that would dig into his body and leave no room for freedom or frustration. Your constant want to hold them was outweighed by your worry of upsetting Bo. Of bringing him into a mindset that he would rather forget. You often settled for brushing his fingers with yours or pressing his lips against you with a smile.

Now, though, you were... curious. You were worried. You wanted to make it okay.

“Bo...” Your voice drew him from whatever thought he was having as you reached out to him with careful movements, “Can I...?”

He knew what you were asking. He wasn’t stupid and you would never make him out to be, so you waited for the response. When he reached out and let his hand run along the side of your head, your instinct was to lean into it. To smile as he pet your face with those tough, calloused fingers of his. As he gazed steadily at you, he gave a slow nod of acceptance to the unspoken question.

“Go ahead, darlin’.”

You smiled and sighed, sitting up so your hands reached out, touching the top of his biceps before moving down. Your fingers found the skin of his wrists and, though he flinched, he did not move away. He let your fingers explore the textured skin on his body. It was a rough, leathery, and scarred feeling at your fingertips. The texture was so obviously separate from his normal skin that it was almost overwhelming. Each scar was puffed up, one on top of the other, like bracelets welded into his bones. 

You ran your thumb along his pulse line, feeling the way his veins beat and his body shuddered under the touch, his dick half hard and twitching for you as you leaned down, keeping his wrists in your grip lightly as you teased the tip of him with a singular kiss.

It was enough to draw a grunt for him. The long lick you then administered from base to tip was enough for a groan. You loved hearing the sounds he made for you. Feeling the way his arms flexed under your gentle grip as you administered another shy kiss to him, you gave him some freedom from the torture as you took the tip of him between your lips and sucked. You felt Bo’s hips buck into you as he cursed, the words of slander falling from his mouth in the most beautiful of ways.

“Damn, Y/N,” Bo all but chuckled as you bravely sunk your lips around half of his thick, ever hardening length, “You got one pretty mouth on you, don’t you?”

You looked up through batted eyelashes at Bo as you admired his face: so flushed with red and twinged with lust that it made you turned on just looking at it. You wouldn’t dare let go of him to touch yourself, though. The privilege of feeling his bare, naked form before you was far too much and far too worth the wait of your orgasm. Instead you focused on taking him deeper and deeper still. 

Bo stretched your mouth in the most delicious of ways, his tip touching the back of your throat as you eased the entirety of him into you. 

His hips bucked then, the wet hot heat of your mouth overwhelming his senses as his fists clutched the sheets of the bed beneath him and words began to pour from his mouth, incessant and hot things that lowered into a thicker country drawl the more he was turned on:

“God fucking dammit, Y/N. Shit your mouth is so -so fucking tight and hot. Shit, baby you know just how to do it. Yeah - ah- yeah darlin, that’s it, that’s it, keep going~.”

His encouragement almost made you want to do it. To let him cum down your throat and growl a deep, guttural moan of how amazing you were. But you brushed his scars again, a gentle touch that made his breath hitch as the sensitive skin was played with, and changed your mind. You slid off of his cock instead, letting go of the head with a satisfying ‘pop’ before positioning yourself on his lap, your ass grinding into the edge of his erection as you smiled.

“I want you to come inside me,” You whisper to him honestly, your fingers releasing his wrists in favor of running through his disheveled hair. Bo’s eyes dilated until they were nothing but black on white, his jaw setting in a clenched state of awe as a guttural growl reverberated in the edges of his chest. 

His hands found your hips with a possessive grip as you lowered yourself down on his cock, feeling him throb eagerly inside of you as you whimpered through the sweet, beautiful stretch. You were happy that you had prepared yourself before hand, making the edges of his cock feel perfectly slick instead of tenderly sore. Bo moaned as he rested his head on your shoulder, his breath against your collar bone as the edges of his nails dug into the globes of your ass, encouraging you with gentle nudges to move and take him as much as you could.

So you did. You rolled your hips sweetly along his cock and gasped at the friction that it brought, throwing your head to the side, you made intentional sounds of delight directly into his ear, making Bo all but whimper beneath you.

“You fill me up so good, Bo,” You moaned into him, “So perfect -fuck- ah I love you so much... Y-You’re so handsome and care for me and a-ahhh~.”

Your praise made him stutter for a moment before his hips moved faster, his dick slammed into your core harder with every word of praise you babbled sweetly out, the nonsensical chants of how amazing he was and how much you loved him overtaking you as you clung to your boyfriend for dear life. 

He gripped your ass hard and shoved you onto his dick, stretching you one last beautiful time before you came under his ministrations. Your cries of pleasure sounded at the same time his groans did, his seed spilling into your throbbing hole and leaking beautifully out and around his cock as he slumped back, taking you with him and letting you rest atop his broad chest as you caught your breath, keeping him in you as you relaxed from your orgasm.

The room was quiet as you took your time, tracing patterns along his bare chest. Admiring scars he had gotten from chasing various trespassers and getting hurt by them. He caught them all, of course. He caught each one and no one escape. You were safe. So were his brothers. Bo kept everyone safe with those same hands and wrists that were hurt so bad.

It made your heart hurt.

“... I love you,” You whispered one last time, leaning up to kiss his jaw, “I really do... I... Thank-you for doing this with me. Thank-you for trusting me.”

Bo scoffed and looked away, embarrassed again by your praise, and eventually recovered by leaning down to kiss the top of your forehead, his hand rubbing circles on the small of your back as he sighed gently into you.

“... I... love you too.”

It was the sweetest word you could imagine. And it was yours.