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[artcalledpourbrush]

Once connections get snapped in synapses

Offense or praise will occur

Ask a mom

And their teachings

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[artcalledoddities]

I like this Siren’s sounding off

Writing the dot on the spot for this flop in my head

American’s won the death toll tragedy 4 Thanksgiving

To dumb to understand

All auto equipped with safety belts

I feel sorry for

That precision manufacturing to dumb minded, I could go on but why?

[myeclecticwetdreams]

Check it out

back to his place ...

[covetyou]

baubles

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: ball fucking, ball sucking, balls, wall to wall all ball, BIV (ball in vagina), sex toys (the balldo [link to website] is real and it has haunted my dreams for 6 months - pic in this ask), there's some PIV too I guess. word count: too many and they're all balls 4.4k summary: Santa Joel fucks you with his balls. That's it.

A/N: I am NOT sorry. Not now, not ever. And, yes, I watched the instructional video on how to put it on, purely for Research Purposes. We don't talk about how long I've spent thinking about balls.

Happy Ball-idays, don't say I never got you anythin' nice.

...

Santa Joel-y, slip your ballsack right into me, oh gee.

I've been a fuckin' good girl,

Santa Joel-y, so stuff 'em up my chimney tonight.

...

It was your first Christmas in Texas and your first Christmas in a place that felt unseasonably warm for the time of year. That's what you tell yourself every night as you strip off completely before slinking into bed, at least.

Except, this night is different.

It's Christmas Eve.

And someone is in your house. You're sure of it.

A click of a button and you're on your feet, creeping to your bedroom door to listen out for the intruder. You almost didn't hear it, too preoccupied to be on the lookout for burglars on Christmas Eve.

There's a tell tale rustle, the stomp of feet. Whoever it is, they're not even trying to be quiet. You'd respect the brazenness of it all if someone hadn't broken into your damn house. You toy with calling the cops, maybe a neighbor, but you know it'll be too late by the time anyone gets here to do anything, so you make the stupid decision to head downstairs and confront the intruder alone.

Wrapping your flimsy bath robe around yourself, you grab the nearest makeshift weapon you can find (a broken umbrella you still hadn't thrown away) and click the door open, slinking out into the hallway and down the stairs.

If he hears you before you get down the stairs, he doesn't let on. But there, right in front of your Christmas tree is the unmistakable figure of a man. A big man. He's tall, and broad, and his silhouette is wrapped in something fluffy, making it look like there's a giant teddy bear standing in your living room.

You flick the light on, startling him, making him drop a heavy bag undoubtedly filled with your things onto the floor with a heavy thud.

"Oh, shit."

A single ornament rolls out of the bag and across the floor. You both stand frozen and silent, watching it move until it knocks against your bare toes. Only when it's stopped do you drag your eyes back up to look at the man who broke into your house.

Your umbrella clatters to the floor.

"What the...?"

The man before you is dressed as Santa, hat and all.

Only this man was not as old as you would expect for someone claiming to be Santa Claus. His beard is patchy, the scruff around his chin only speckled with gray. He has lines around his eyes, crinkled divots in his skin from so many years of laughter. The red coat pulled around his form is unbelted, falling open at the middle to reveal a white vest and the soft swell of his belly.

"What the fuck are you doin' in my house?" you yell.

"Shh, quit your fuckin' hollerin'."

He takes a step toward you and you back into the wall, trying to keep your distance from the very Texan man who had broken into your house dressed as Santa on Christmas Eve.

And that's when you see behind him, to the glittering lights of your Christmas tree, and the branches covered in ornaments. Ornaments that did not belong to you. You'd bought the thing on sale at the grocery store just a week ago. When you put it up and plugged it in, grateful for the existence of pre-lit trees, you settled on the fact you wouldn't decorate it this year. Even so, it was beautiful as it was, and you enjoyed the soft glow of the lights in the evenings as you wound down after work. Now, that soft glow was accompanied by the twinkling reflections of the many ornaments hanging on it.

"Did you... did you decorate my tree?"

He looks at you like you're mad, and maybe you are. Maybe you came so hard on your vibrator upstairs that you passed out, and this is all a dream. A very vivid dream where you can smell the warm oaky scent of the man in front of you and feel the heat of him as he crowds you against the wall.

"What else do you think I've been doin'?" he says, as if it should be entirely obvious that he's been here decorating your tree all along.

"I don't know, maybe stealing my shit?"

He, once again, looks at you like you're stupid and gestures to his suit, red and velvety, draped around his body. It looks good on him, and does nothing to help the thick syrupy feeling still coursing through your veins. Having a man like him break into your house felt like one of lifes great injustices, but having him break in when you were mid-jerk off was purely inhumane. Other than point to the door and tell him to get out, there was nothing you could do but gape at him and hope he didn't notice you curl your toes as he looked at you.

He takes a step closer, heavy boot falling with a thud in front of you, and shrugs. "If you don't want it, I'll take it back."

Up this close, the smell of him goes straight to your head, your body seemingly ready and rearing to go at the slightest hint of something masculine in your presence. Your tongue suddenly feels too big and clumsy so, not trusting a single word that would come out of your mouth, you shake your head. You would actually, really, very much like the decorations to stay and the man who put them there.

Texas always felt hot to you, but something about this room was now super heating. You're keenly aware of the stickiness pooling between your thighs, and even more aware of the visible sheen of sweat on your head and the warmth in your cheeks. If he looked closely, he'd even be able to see glistening on your fingers, making you look glitter coated in the twinkle of the Christmas lights. You shift, trying to mask the buzzing in your veins at his eyes as they drag down your body.

You hadn't noticed the silky tie of your robe slowly loosen as you wiggled and fidgeted. You were too warm to notice when the fabric parted, gaping over your chest and giving him a perfect view of your tits. You were too busy staring into his deep brown eyes to notice him raise his hand.

You did, however, feel the moment his finger stroked a slow trail down the swell of your breast, puckering your nipple and making a shudder run through your spine.

"You're all unwrapped, darlin'," he whispers, just as you remember to breathe again. "S'gettin' a bit warm in here, huh?"

He absentmindedly discards his hat as his finger traces down your body, flicking the light back off behind you once his hat hits the floor. You know where he, and this, is heading, and you're not keen to stop it any time soon.

When his fingers stroke across your mound, you gasp. Your vibrator had made you sensitive, but you'd never had chance to finish the job, and now here he was threatening you with a good time. He cups you, completely engulfing your pussy in his broad hand, and slides it between your legs.

By now it's no secret you're already wet, your upper thighs already sticky with it. His fingers slide through with ease, the quirk of his eyebrow visible now his hat has been thrown to the side.

"Here I was thinkin' you were on the nice list. But this little thing right here tells me you're naughty as they come, darlin'. What you been doin' to yourself all alone up there in the dark?"

You're staring at him opened mouthed as he works is thick fingers over you, dragging slick over your already sensitive clit. You'd been moments away from coming when the noise from downstairs pulled you out of it, and now here he was working you back up and quickly.

"It's my house," you stutter. "Can do what I want." And right now you want to collapse into a heap on the floor with his fingers between your legs.

"That you can. You wanna go back up there and finish yourself off?"

Logically, you know your pre-orgasm desperation is clouding your judgement, that you should take him up on his offer to leave and put a stop to this, but there's something too enticing about him. You don't want to stop.

"Or do you maybe want a hand with your... Little problem?"

"Yeah," you're nodding, eyes so heavy now you want them to snap shut, but you can't resist looking at him in the glow of your Christmas lights. Red really suits him, and you swear you can see his cheeks get rosy in the dim lighting.

"S'good. Got some little problems here myself. But, seein' as you're already halfway there, seems only fair to get me to your level before we start anythin', don't you think?"

Biting your lip, you nod, taking a step closer to him. Tentatively, you reach out a hand and caress the front of his pants. They feel velvety soft, and you have no fucking clue how he doesn't look as sweaty as you feel.

"That's right. You feel that?"

You feel something grow beneath your palm. Big, thick, and heavy. You look down in stunned silence, seeing only the odd shadows cast by the Christmas tree lights sparkling over the front of his pants.

"Get on your knees and close your eyes."

You obey, wanting very much to stay on the nice list now that you know exactly what you want for Christmas. His belt jingles as he undoes the buckle, pulling it from his waist and discarding it on top of his bag. He can't resist giving his dick a quick squeeze over the fabric of his pants at the sight of your bare chest heaving in the twinkling light, before unzipping them and letting them fall down to his ankles. The fabric is so loose he can step out of them, easily tugging his booted feet from the legs.

It doesn't go unnoticed that you spend the entire time eyes closed, listening attentively, and gently rocking your hips, discreetly humping the air in a desperate attempt to find any kind of relief.

"Tsk, got an impatient one on our hands."

The same hand he'd been stroking your pussy with wraps around his cock, slowly dragging his sticky fingers up and down his rapidly hardening length. He wishes he'd told you to strip, or left the light on so he could see you more clearly, but something about your skin under the sparkling lights and the shadows cast between your legs is making him harder more quickly than ever. When his dick twitches in his hand at your deep sigh, he finally stops staring and speaks.

"Open your eyes."

You snap them open, eager to see what he has for you, and your eyes immediately turn the size of dinner plates.

His cock gorgeous, and even in the grip of his large hand it looks big. He's long, thick with a slight upward curve and a smattering of salt and pepper hair at the base. You're fairly certain he trims it, keeping it well groomed and flush to his skin, making his cock appear even larger as it juts out infront of him.

But, despite the gloriousness of this mans cock, what you can't get over are his balls. They're heavy, and full, and getting tighter and tighter as his cock hardens under your gaze. You flick your eyes up to his face and he has a knowing smirk pulling at his lips.

"Fuck," you say as you look back down at it, at them, and let out a shaky breath.

His whole body shakes with a laugh, jingling his bells, as you take in his length. Hand never leaving his cock, his gentle strokes become firmer, and he's guiding the tip toward your face a moment later.

"What should I call you?" you ask, realizing you don't even know his name yet, just as his tip touches to your lips. Exhilarating as it was to fuck a man who had broke into your house, you still wanted to know his name, and not even to press charges - you wanted to know what to scream when you came.

"Santa works just fine."

Pulling back, you scoff, "You want me to call you Santa Claus?"

"Fuck no! Do I look like a Claus to you? S'Joel."

"Santa Joel?"

"Fuck yeah darlin', now open up."

You stick out your tongue, waiting for his cock to slide along the spit slicked muscle. He drags his tip across it, letting you lick at his head before you capture his cock in your mouth, sucking it in and flicking your tongue lightly on his frenulum. The salty sweet taste of him makes you crave more, so you draw him further into your mouth, sliding up and down his cock as he stares down at you with an open mouth.

Dragging your hands up his bare thighs, you grab the base of his cock with one, steadying him as you suck. You tickle the other across his balls, looking up at him as he pulls in a sharp breath, before grabbing them and massaging them. His balls feel entirely smooth to the touch, and you have an irresistible urge to put them in your mouth.

Dragging your lips back from his cock, you lick broadly up the length of it again and again until you're dragging your tongue across his ballsack, slowly trailing up his cock to his tip, watching him all the while. Then you kiss his balls, humming in satisfaction as you finally press your lips to the soft skin.

The sight of you on your knees, making out with his balls is sending him stupid, and all he can do is stare down at you with a look of deep concentration on his face. If he's not careful, he's going to blow his load early, coming in your hand before he even gets to fuck you.

He watches you lightly drag your teeth over his delicate ball skin. He swears he sees your eyes flicker with something deserving of the naughty list when you hear his intake of breath, but he's too preoccupied by your tongue lathing across them to take much notice. You take it in turns with them, sucking each ball into your mouth as you slowly pump his cock in your fist, before releasing and working on the other. By the time you've had enough, his cock is dripping, smearing pre-cum over your hand as you jerk him.

Licking the drippy mess off of your hand, you look up at him, savouring the taste of his cum in your mouth.

"Please tell me you want to fuck me," you say, biting down on your swollen lips. You don't know what you'll do if he says no now, you know going back upstairs to your vibrator just won't cut it, even if you now have the fantasy of kissing Santa's balls to get off to.

"You kiddin' me, darlin'? Get up here."

Relief and desperation wash through you, and you climb off your aching knees, letting your robe fall from your arms.

"Couch?" you say, keeping a firm grip on his cock as you stroke up his chest. He pulls you toward him, holding the back of your neck as he kisses you, tasting his cum and balls on your tongue. His lips are impossibly soft, just like his balls, a stark contrast to the scratch of his beard.

Moving to the couch, you bend over, wiggling your bare ass for him. He chuckles, stepping closer to you and marvelling at the lights dancing over your jiggling backside. He shucks off his own coat now, leaving him in just his vest and boots, and hones in on the peek of your pussy from between your legs.

Sliding his length up and down your slit he groans, gripping your hip in his massive hand just as he notches at your entrance.

"Well, shit, that's nice," he says, sliding his tip into you.

You're inclined to agree - it had been a long time since anyone other than yourself had fucked you, and the red hot feeling of his hard cock in you felt better than you remembered. He rocks his hips a little, drenching his cock in you bit by bit until he's fully sheathed inside your eager pussy. The solid beat of your heart throbs through your veins and straight to your core, making you clench around him as he begins to fuck you.

"You're gonna yank my dick clean off if you keep that up."

"Can't help it," you moan, "Feels so good." You let your eyes close, succumbing to the slow, steady, pleasure building in you.

Snapping his hips more firmly, he bottoms out in you over and over, pushing deep inside you with each thrust. You can feel his wet balls slap against you, rhythmically whacking into your clit, but it's not enough. You're so desperate to come you lick your fingers and reach between your legs, swiping your digits over your clit. His balls instead slap against your fingers and you can't resist trying to stroke them again.

The noises you're making are going straight to Joel's dick, and he knows he's going to blow his snowy load way before he's ready if you don't stop, so he pulls away from you. You protest as his cock slides out of you, leaving you empty and still desperate to come.

"Got a present for you," he pants from behind you.

"The ornaments?"

"Yeah. Got some real pretty baubles for you, darlin'. You'll like 'em. I promise."

He goes to his bag, long forgotten on the floor, and bends over it. You watch his soft ass and the swing of his dick and balls as he rummages around inside the sack, pulling out two things before standing up. When he doesn't immediately turn back around, clearly playing with his own cock, you start to worry that you're not satisfying him. But then he rounds on you and you see his cock and balls glisten wetly in the twinkling Christmas lights just as he throws a bottle at you. Lube.

Catching him opening another box, you gasp and draw your hand to your chest in mock shock.

"Is that not my present to open?" you say coyly, now trickling lube over your own pussy. You don't need it, but whatever he has in mind clearly calls for it.

"Good things come to those who wait."

"I'm still waiting for the coming part."

He shoots you a admonishing look and you raise your hands in surrender, before snaking one back down to keep rubbing at your clit. You're about to go mad if you don't come soon, your clit is so sensitive, a firm nub between your legs now, and your pussy so puffy from so much stimulation. It's a wonder you have any blood left in your brain at all.

The object in the box is revealed, and you can do nothing but gape at it as Santa Joel proudly holds it up with a hand on his hip.

It looks like a torpedo cockring hybrid, and you have no fucking clue what it is.

"Get yourself comfy, gotta strap myself in."

Laying back on your couch - for all its flaws, an armless couch certainly had its benefits - you spread your legs and watch him with curiousity. You still can't work out what it is.

"What is -"

And then he stretches the silicone underneath his balls, pushing each ball into the cage with his thumbs before letting go. Oh.

Oh. "Oh."

You sit in stunned silence. He's turned his balls into a dick or, more accurately, a dildo. With the length of it and the girth of his balls, you can only imagine what it's going to feel like.

"If you don't fuck me with that in the next two seconds I'm gonna scream."

With the contraption strapped around his balls, pulling them down and taught, crouches over you, pushing your legs back so your pussy is pointing skyward like a sloppy wet landing pad for his balls.

He dunks the tip of the dildo into your pussy. It's cold and unfamiliar, not like the velvety warmth of his dick that stands straight ahead of you, taunting you with its glistening tip. If you could fold yourself in a pretzel you would, just to suck the head of his cock back into your mouth.

He pushes down, squatting over you with bare legs, sheathing the entire dildo into you. Another push and you feel the swell of his balls as they pop past your entrance and nestle themselves inside of you.

You gasp. The feeling is wholly unfamiliar, but still you feel yourself soaking him, slicking up his balls as they sit in your pussy.

"That hurtin'?"

"No. No, it's just I- I've never had someone's balls in me before."

"A first ball fuckin' for this little pussy," he says affectionately, stroking a thumb over your lips as they wrap themselves around his balls. His cock is protruding out of you now, like you're wearing a life like strap, and you really wish you could reach to taste where his tip threatens to drip onto you. Suddenly you understand the boys back in highschool and their failed attempts to suck their own dicks.

"They feel so big inside," you moan as he begins to gently shift above you. He pops out of you once, and pushes back in, and you throw your head back onto the soft sofa woth a moan. You have never felt anything like this. "Joel, please don't stop. Please keep fucking me with your balls."

"You got it darlin'," his voice is soft, in awe of you as you take his balls and the toy deep inside you. You feel incredible, and the wet slip of your walls on his ball skin shoots straight down his dick, and for a moment he thinks he's accidentally came too early. A quick look from your face, contorting with the fullness in your pussy, down to where his dick sticks outward, tells him otherwise. Thank fuck. He knows he has to get you off quickly. You were soaking his dick not too long ago, and before that his fingers, and before that your own sheets upstairs. You were ready, and he was nothing if not a giving man.

His thumb finds your clit, slippery from lube and your own slick, and he circles it, applying a firm pressure as he moves.

"Oh my god, that's it," you plead, opening your eyes to look at where he plays with you, balls still sunk deep.

You spur him on, rocking your hips as much as you can with your legs back, fucking yourself on his balls as he strokes your clit. You feel your pussy tense, little spasms warning you of what's to come, and you hold on tight to your own legs.

"That's it darlin'. Come on my balls. Squeeze 'em."

"F-fuuuck."

The swipe of his thumb sends you over, and you come hard on his balls with your head back and eyes squeezed shut. Your legs shake and you know he can feel how you twitch and spasm around his balls, drenching them as he dunks them in you, shallowly thrusting them as you tighten and grip him hard.

He's holding your legs back for you, looking you in the eye as he bends forward over your limp body when you open your eyes. The feral look on his face tells you he hasn't come yet, and you're desperate to see when he does.

"You been so nice I'm gonna give you an extra present. You ready?"

"Please Santa Joel, I've been so good this year," you say with a soft smirk.

He soon wipes the smirk off your face when he fucks down into you harder, practically bouncing off your ass as he slots his swollen balls into your pussy. They feel so big and heavy inside you, and even strapped down and pulled tight by the toy, you feel his balls tighten and try to draw up closer to his cock as he gets closer to coming.

"Come on me. Please. Come on me," you beg, staring between his cock and his face. Pre-cum had been steadily dripping onto you, splattering your belly, but you were hungry for more.

His fingers grip around his flushed head, stroking easily over the slicked surface. Pushing his balls deep, he bounces gently, loving the feel of his sensitive ball skin inside of your soaked hole.

"Here it comes, darlin'. Oh shit."

"Yeah, come on me. Come all over me Joel."

"Shit. Fuck."

You watch his slit as it seems to wink at you before ropes of come spurt out of the tip, shooting across your chest and neck, spattering your face and even your hair with his cum.

"Yes, yes, thank you," your eyes have snapped shut. You can feel the warm trickle of cum by your eyebrow, and you're not keen to feel the sting of semen in your eye.

For a little while he looks at you, fucked out by his balls and laying boneless on your couch. With a soft pop he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty without his balls in you. Your legs flop down and you listen to his deep breaths.

"Nothin' like a ballgasm," he pants.

Nothing like being ballfucked, you think, but the words are heavy in your mouth and you do nothing but moan, mumbling some nonsense.

"Mm... balls. They... mm. Yeah. Good."

"Too fucked out, huh?" he laughs, before swiping the cum from near your eye. "Make a Christmas wish," and he slips the finger into your waiting mouth.

He slides his finger from your mouth and you murmur a thank you as you make your wish, sighing and letting yourself relax completely for a moment.

When you tentatively open your eyes, wary of any errant drops of cum, he's gone, disappeared as soon as he'd arrived. You didn't hear the door, the window, anything. You certainly didn't hear him get dressed.

Feeling stupid, and like maybe it was all just a dream, you rush to the window. You don't expect to see anything, the man feeling too magical to have been real. But, there he is, walking down the street bare assed, his pants slung over his shoulder and his balls still swinging strapped into the toy.

No, you don't think you'll be forgetting your first Christmas in Texas any time soon at all.

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happy kinktober (2.4k)

stsg x fem!reader

MDNI; threesome, mfm, pronebone, overstimulation, toys, mating press, marathon sex, c-curseplay............stsg get off to being married (they refer to themselves as your husbands), breeding kink, restraining, stsg absolute menaces warning

18+ only

You cum again for the fourth time in the last hour with a long, muffled cry. Satoru greedily takes in the sight of your legs trembling as you drip onto the sheets, the folds of your cunt pulsing the long vibrating silicone embedded deep into you. He can see the walls of your pussy tighten in an attempt to push out the intrusion, to relieve the overstimulation, but it fails.

Suguru doesn't even look at you, seemingly engrossed in the book in his lap, but Satoru can tell Suguru's patience is waning. His eyes trace the line of words down the page at a speed slow enough to tell Satoru that his interests lie outside of the book.

Mainly, in your spread body, forced open by a curse of Suguru's as the toy he placed in you an hour prior overwhelms you to the brink.

Satoru watches the black tendrils gyrate around the length of your thighs, completely exposing you to them. Suguru had placed you in a particularly humiliating position, ass raised to the air, face planted in the sheets, arms and hands bound by a black rope like entity Suguru had chanced upon during a mission a couple of years ago. Satoru can almost feel the tightness around his own wrists, the memory of it binding his own legs, and he grows even harder, cock straining against his pants.

It's perverted, it's perverse, watching the curse curl around your naked, glistening body, caressing you like a lover while you cry out for them. It's all Suguru in the end. The curses are a part of him, in a way that Satoru doesn’t blink at.

It’s different when someone else touches you, with an ease that signifies a lack of understanding for their position. You are not someone who can be casually touched anymore. Not by any man that isn’t them. 

You breathe out a sob. You've given up trying to upright yourself with your latest orgasm, and the tentacles dig into your flesh as you let yourself fall limp, your exhaustion evident. You've made a mess of the sheets, and all Satoru can think about is having you make an even bigger one.

Suguru closes his book.

Satoru grins. Without another word he shrugs off his shirt, and unbelts his pants.

When Suguru sits on the bed next to you, he easily pulls out the toy from you, glinting and wet with your juices, and you exhale shakily, relieved. The curse shrinks away at its master’s presence until it's only wrapped around your wrists, trapped behind your back. Suguru turns you around, and the two of them gaze at your weary body, your tear stained face, for a little longer.

“Have Satoru and I been neglecting you?” Suguru asks lightly, knuckles brushing the wetness from your cheek. His voice takes on a consolingly sweet murmur, “We’ve been busy lately, haven’t we.”

A repeat cycle of missions and meetings and days, seeing Suguru’s face in passing, and yours not at all. You’ve been holing yourself in your apartment for the last couple of days coaxing that hellcat of yours out of its place underneath the couch. As if sensing the approaching move, it had refused to come out, distressing you greatly. But Satoru is a new man, with patience and generosity to spare. He’ll endure that horrible ugly cat of yours (which looks nothing like him) that you refuse to be without, the monotony of missions and meetings, the constant squawking of the higher ups, if only to come home to you and Suguru at the end of the day.

And the rings of your fingers.

He’s a married man now, after all.

Everything changes when a man gets married, he thinks, looking at you. For better or worse, you’ve given yourself to them, unaware that they’ve also given themselves to you.

You blink, staring up at them with confusion marring your face. “N-no…?”

Suguru smiles. You balk, as if finally understanding where this conversation is heading. Satoru has to give you some points though, it’s taken quicker than it once would’ve for you to understand.

“That’s a shame,” Suguru breathes, “Satoru and I missed you,” he trails a finger down the valley of your breasts, and you shudder, squeezing your eyes tight as your nipples perk in response. Satoru can imagine your wrists straining against the confines of your binds.

“Aren’t you lucky,” Satoru crows, with a wide grin, enjoying the wide eyed panic settling on your face. “Having not one, but two husbands that miss you so diligently.”

“I missed you two too!” You blurt out, embarrassment alight on your face, more for the predicament you seem to be in than the words itself. Satoru could listen to you say you missed him over and over, if only you’d indulge him. It seems to him these are the only moments you’re most truthful to yourself. You never understand, not fully. You’ve always rationalized their love in ways it doesn’t make sense, especially when it’s never been rational in the first place. 

Satoru’s never been a picky man when it comes to you. He’ll take your increasingly distressed declarations of love over nothing. He knows they’re genuine at heart.

Maybe it’s all a last ditch attempt to placate them, to ask for forgiveness, but there’s only one way to placate the both of them, and it won’t be with words.

He moves closer to you, slotting himself between your legs as his hands spread you open once more. You make a small noise when you feel the hardness of him pressed to your slick sex.

“You’ll make Satoru jealous,” Suguru says, eyes glinting, as Satoru lines his cock up at your glistening entrance, “if you don’t give him as many orgasms as you gave that toy.”

“Double the amount,” he agrees with a heated look. Until you’re not thinking of anything but them. The way his cock splits you open and touches you in places only he can reach. He’ll make you feel so good you never entertain the attention of another man ever again. And then maybe he’ll grant you some reprieve. He can’t promise the same of Suguru though.

After Suguru, you might be a little too messed up to function properly for the next couple of days, but Satoru can think of nothing better than the two of them having you to themselves until reason inevitably grabs hold of you.

You try to squirm away, but to Satoru’s delight, black tendrils snake back around your thighs and hold you open. Suguru smiles innocently.

“I’m…” you hiccup, squeezing your eyes shut, “sorry…”

“I know,” Suguru says, settling into the bed, and freeing his cock from his pants. Satoru watches his hand firmly grip the base of his leaking cock, and wonders if Suguru’ll let him suck him off after he finishes his turn with you.

Suguru pushes the hair from your face, and kisses your sweaty forehead.

Your previous orgasms make it easier to slip into you, and Satoru sighs when the familiar wet heat of your pretty pussy sucks him in. Nothing in the world compares to the feeling of when he and Suguru fuck you together, in seperate holes, or one, but this comes pretty close.

“Ngh…” you moan, no doubt already sore and overextended as he pushes into you, past the lingering tightness. If Satoru didn’t know better, you’d be a virgin with how tightly your walls cling to him, but he knows he and Suguru have thoroughly divested you of that title long ago.

Satoru hums, stilling himself inside of you, letting you really feel him, despite the urge to wildly thrust. You lay almost limp before him, blinking away the wetness in your eyes. He smiles. “I guess I’ll just have to show you how much your husband missed you, yeah?”

Without another word of warning, he pulls out, and thrusts into you fully. You choke on your breath as he begins to fuck you in earnest, letting his cock drag against your folds before touching that part of you inside that he knows makes you lightheaded. His hands are wrapped around your waist, the black tendrils doing the work of keeping your hands bound, and your legs spread, forcing you down to him at the same timing of his thrusts.

You’re already on the cusp of another orgasm, sobbing, lips trembling in a way Satoru is tempted to bite. A few more thrusts and you’re shaking, squeezing around him as everything gets even wetter. It takes everything not to bury himself to the hilt, brush against your cervix, and come inside of you. 

His gaze drops to your cunt, to where the two of you are connected, and his blood runs hotter. Suguru is watching, pumping his wet length, chest starting to heave as he approaches what Satoru knows won’t be his final orgasm of the night. He’ll be inside you before long, painting your insides white, their seeds mixing into a mess inside you. 

The three of you, together, always together. It gives him a high akin to violence, to know you’re indisputably theirs in a way nobody can say anything about anymore, even you. You gave that right away when you said yes.

The room is obscenely loud as he fucks into you, wet squelches and the slap of skin against skin. Your legs have gone limp, held up only by Suguru’s curse, and your breathing goes funny in a way that makes him even harder.

“You’ve got some nerve,” he grunts, sinking himself into the hilt once more, “neglecting your husbands.” He hasn’t even played with your clit yet, hasn’t really made you sorry like he knows he could, but you’re already approaching your next orgasm, and even he isn’t strong enough to let you come by yourself. “Don’t worry,” Satoru says breathily, “We’ll take our time with you tonight. Make up for lost time. You’ll indulge your husbands, huh?”

You don’t get a chance to answer, or even register his question.

His hips slam into yours with reckless abandon, fingers marking indents into your hips. Satoru watches your face twist, watches as you try to fight off your impending orgasm, watches the shameless pleasure on Suguru’s face when you start to become incoherent underneath him. He feels the vice tight squeeze of your cunt, and presses your raised thighs until they’re nearly level with your chest. With one final thrust, he comes inside of you, feels your pussy pulse with his release. Your feet on either side of his head twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You’re a pretty sight, nearly bent in half, half sobs escaping your mouth, his hands on both sides of your head, as he keeps your hips flush together. Every small movement sends the legs resting on his shoulder into overdrive. He meets Suguru’s gaze, trails his eyes down the flexing muscles of Suguru’s abdomen, to the painfully erect need between his open thighs.

Satoru snorts. Sometimes he can’t decide on whether or not Suguru is a masochist or a sadist. If he’s indulgent to the point of excess, then Suguru is restrained to the point of delayed gratification. 

You shiver when Satoru slips out of you, your leaking cunt a sticky mess. You look blankly serene, gazing up at the ceiling. Not a single thought in that head of yours, just the way he likes it. He and Suguru have always been of the opinion that you think too much. If he can give you quiet, then he’ll consider it one of his husbandly duties.

He almost feels bad for you when Suguru claims his seat, after giving him a long kiss. Satoru can’t help but reach and give Suguru’s cock a hard squeeze, relishing the harsh grunt that leaves his throat, and the warning nip of Suguru’s teeth against his neck.

You blink, as if regaining some semblance of cognizance, when Suguru’s hardness taps against your stomach, smearing it wet with precum.

You blink when Suguru brushes your face with his knuckles, takes your hand, adorned with the ring they had given you, entwines your fingers, and smiles.

-

Satoru watches as Suguru fucks you in a new position. It looks like punishment, and it must feel like punishment too. The rough, measured thrust of his hips slaps against your nearly limp form, a foamy white ring around his cock as he unrelenting spears into you. The weight of him against your back pushes your body deeper into the bed. Rivulets of come slide down the curve of your ass, dripping onto the sheets. 

You’ve long given up on trying to fight. Suguru had unbound your hands in what seemed as if it might be temporary forgiveness. But then you had tried to run away. Suguru can be capricious too, because after sighing earlier that he could be tempted into forgiveness with a few more direct ‘I love you’s’, he had decided then and there that you needed to be thoroughly chastened. Your wrists hadn’t left your back since. 

Suguru’s fingers are wrapped around your throat, with just enough effort to keep your head upright as he murmurs into your ear. 

When Satoru sticks two fingers in your mouth, and presses against your tongue, your jaw easily falls slack, drool pooling down his wrist. Your eyes are glazed over, any indication of consciousness in the slight shift of your breathing.

This might be the most fucked out Satoru has ever seen you. And he’s seen you in multiple, varying states of dissociation following sex. He feels his dick twitch in interest, a rush of blood following. A challenge it’d be, to bring you back to a world of awareness. To have you calling his name after you had been nearly unresponsive just minutes prior.

Suguru comes with an exhale, and you with a whimper as tears rush to the surface of your eyes, animating you back to life once more. Suguru spends the next few minutes rutting his hips into you, fucking their cum back into you with a vigor that tells Satoru that he’s thinking about children. 

The two of them have come inside of you so many times that Satoru thinks there isn’t a possibility of you not being pregnant. They’ve made a game of it, whose seed will be the first to take. You leak when Suguru leaves you. The curse enveloping your wrists dissolves into air. Suguru takes your wrists with his hands, and gently rubs his finger over them.

The two of them look with unabashed interest when Satoru pushes down on the slight distension of your lower stomach, and you leak even more, a mixture of your slick and their come onto the sheets. You blearily watch, unable to do much more.

Satoru’s eye catches on the glint of the pretty rock on your finger as he pets your hair. You’re theirs now. Formally and forever. 

Well, he thinks. They have all the time in the world.

[darling]

six albums I've been listening to lately (tagged by @prairiedeath, thank you, darling!! ❣)

‎You Look Like You Can't Swim (Matilda mann)

Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd (Lana Del Rey)

Motordrome (MØ)

Sillygomania (Loïc Nottet)

Good Riddance (Gracie Abrams)

So Sad So Sexy (Lykke Li)

I'll tag @genericplantgay, @marcuscolouranalysis4, @indirectly, @echobeach2002, @unbelt, @stremplerart, @spiritual-delights, @memoreek , @random-jot (tag game whore* 😆!! hahaha), @an-imaginary-place, @like-a-lovesickfool, @hobosenpai8, @marji0, @brontephilia, @simonmoholt, @flaccidatron, @sacred-portal, @sharp-ft, @vyva-melinkolya, @dollhandinfection, @michaelnordeman, @undimmed, @myacisbroken, @trigg-3-r, @b-acd, @goreseeex, @barbietrailerpark, @fellxthecat & @violently-average. (Sorry if I forgot to tag anyone interested) if you want, you can say that I tagged you.* 🤍

[dontbelasagnax]

little longer than a drabble tatooine husbands drabble 🫶

"You know what your problem is?" If anyone else said this to Cody, he'd break their arm. However it's Obi-Wan. And he happens to deliver it with adoration and hearts dancing in his eyes. 

"What," Cody says in a drawl drier than the hottest day on this Force-forsaken scorched dustball of a planet. 

"You worry entirely too much, my dear."

Cody looks at him. It's a long look. One that ferments the longer it goes. "Right." 

"Mhm." He sounds so satisfied as he moseys into Cody's personal space that hasn't belonged to only himself in a considerable amount of time. "I believe I have the facilities to ease such a predicament."

Cody lets himself be nudged to lean against their kitchen counter. His hands find the soft woven tunic around Obi-Wan's unbelted waist. He'll allow himself to be distracted for this; if he's correct about where this is going. "You do?"

This close together, the wrinkles of Obi-Wan's face blur. "Yes," he says and warm lips meet Cody's. 

Cody's eyes fall shut. His husband has a gift because, yeah, the soft, insistent press of his body wipes the thoughts from Cody's mind. Easy as anything he gets lost in kiss after kiss. A thumb rubs warm, tantalizing circles just under the hem of his hastily thrown-on top. 

When Obi-Wan pulls away, Cody follows. Whiskers nuzzle his cheek instead. Words spoken are a quiet reassuring balm he would never ask for. "Rooh and the banthas are fine. They've likely wandered to graze." That in itself does not bode well but Obi-Wan continues, "No, the local Tusken tribe won't go back on their word and do anything untoward to the dears. They're more likely to return them to us. Our girls are just fine."

Cody exhales long and slow. He noses in closer as the tension releases from his body. A warm embrace. 

"Okay?" asks Obi-Wan. Both his hands are under Cody's shirt now, rubbing up his back. 

"Yeah." 

He feels Obi-Wan smile against his cheek. "Now then," lips purse and lightly kiss him, "come back to bed. By the time I'm done with you the girls will have returned and the Lars will be expecting us for lunch."

Cody follows Obi-Wan back to their rumpled bed, fighting back a smile. When his back meets the mattress and he has a lapful of Obi-Wan he lets it melt away into the joy of life thrumming through his blood. 

It's not always like this. They have their moods. The days when the past echoes too loud in the quiet of the desert. But he's here. He's alive. His joints ache and his hair is threaded with more grey than black these days. And, against all odds, Obi-Wan's here with his own hands worn with age that fit perfectly in Cody's.

The first sun starts to creep up over the horizon, filtering in through a slatted window, and Cody mind blurs to enjoy their lazy early morning lovemaking.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

For the person, who requested the bullies König and Horangi I accidentally deleted the ask 😔 but! I tried to write down all that I remember and I think it's pretty much all of it. I hope you enjoy it and to let you know how happy you made me with your wonderful kind words💜.

(Warnings: Non-con, Force blowjob, Oral (Fem), Breeding, Humiliation, Degradation, Bullying, Panty sniffing, Full nelson, Creampies, Squirting, Force handjob, Choking, Hair pulling,)

This is dark! If this is not your thing please move past it. You don't have to hate on me just because you don't like what I write. I decided to make this a part one and put 2 because I feel like it would be too long if I didn't so.

Chewing on part of your bottom lip, you looked up at the building of the College you attended. Dark gray clouds dominated the usual blue sky, and the scent of rain heavily whiffed in the air. You huffed a sigh as you began to walk with your fellow students, you muttered thank you to the boy who was nice enough to open the bulky door for you as you watched the floor, squeezing your books more against your chest as you heard the hectic, loud chatter of friends meeting friends.

You hesitantly looked ahead and a few feet from your locker were the men who loved making your life miserable, you still felt the bruises from them holding your wrist too hard. König, the Star Quarterback and captain of the football team, and Horangi the most liked member of the basketball team. Both transfer students from different countries who became the populars of popular people. Horangi laughed and könig smiled as if someone must have made a good joke and like some sixth sense of torture, they looked your way, wicked smirks on their lips once they saw you.

Whoever was up there took pity on you and the ball rang, sparing you from their torturous ways, for now.

The ball rang for the last time, signaling the closing of the college and for everyone to head to their dorms. Slowly you packed your stuff, while the rest of your classmates hurried to leave your last class and go home. By the time you were walking to your locker, the hallway was bare of life, your footsteps brought a ghastly, eerie feeling to the otherwise silent path, it felt like you could hear your breathing echo around you.

You drop your backpack and shove your shelved books in it, sway it over your shoulder, and continue your journey to your dorm. Your yelp was muffed as a large hand clapped around your mouth and pulled you within a lightless janitor closet. "Don't scream unless you want to be hurt, Ja Liebling?" the austrian voice of one of your bullies purred from behind you and took his hand away. Horang stepped closer to you after turning on the light and reached out to move a stay hair behind your ear.

"P-please just let me g-go." you stuttered, heartbeat was beating like a drum in your ears. "No can do, sweetheart." König cooed, spun you around, forced you to your knees, fisted your hair, and shoved your face against his bulge, "Scheiße! Braves Mädchen! (fuck! good girl!)" he groaned, throwing his head back,  and squeezed his celeste eyes shut as he humped your cheek, in desperate strokes. "Such a good girl." Horangi purred in agreement as he replaced his best friend's hand and yanked your head back as König rushed to unbelt his pants and pulled them down, his girthy dick slapped his stomach from his fast movements. Your eyes widen at the sight, he is long, veiny, big, and has an uncut head. 

Both men chuckled and smiled wickedly at your terrified expression. König pumped his cock, pre-cum drooling out of the slit on his bulbous tip, suddenly he thrusted his dick into your maw and throat, you gagged harshly, you never sucked a dick before, and if you have it wouldn't be as huge.

Horangi pushed your head forward as König drew his hips back and snapped them, causing you to gag again. The salty/ sweet pre-cum overpowered your taste buds as König used your throat as a fleshlight, a mess of saliva and pre-cum pouring down your chin, his sticky heavy, full balls smacked your chin his ginger pubes dark and wet. They smelled a little bit musky an almost addiction scent.

You peaked through your eyelashes and the sight above you had your core heat up with slick. König'd broad chest heaved and sweat glued his usual fluffy and mid-ear cut hair to his forehead, his groans and moans high-pitched in tone. His thrusts fasten, his balls tighten, and unexpectedly robes of his warm cum, painted your mouth white and forced you to swallow every drop.

Once he pulled out after staying in place, you coughed have nearly choked on his jizz. You didn't have time to rest when you were lifted from your spot on the tiled floor and pushed into Horangi's chest "Forgot about me,여자 아기? (babygirl)". He pouted before taking off your shirt, bra, and skirt and when he got to your panties, he took a deep whiff of the crotch area, his honey-brown eyes rolling back in his head as he inhaled the tang of your arousal. 

You whimper as your body begins to heat up at the pervy vision of his clear satisfaction.

When your form was completed naked you shoved back into his taller, giant companion. Your back against his chest, your legs now in his forearms and hands behad your head as he lined his cock with your opening "Don't worry Schatz, I'm gonna fuck this whore of cunt till you see Sterne. (Stars)" he said before dropping you down onto it, inch by inch buried into your cunt until he was balls deep. "Scheiße!(Fuck!)" König growled and drilled his cock up.  Each snap of his hips slammed his tip to your cervix, it was so fucking good! You aren't a virgin but they never had any good rhythm, never moved their hips at a good angle. You moaned feeling Horangi's pink tongue lapping at your clit, hooking into the hood and König jerked his cock at an angle that glazed your G-spot and cervix with powerful thrusts. Hornagi used the tip of his tongue to flick to his friend's movements before suckling in your swollen bud and the knot within broke, your pussy clenched and sprayed your juices onto König's dick and balls, a load of warmth filled with your cunt, thag must have been the groaning man that hold you in his arms cum. 

You panted but you didn't have the time to rest as your back touched the cool tile and your leg threw over Horangi's shoulder, eyes black and hair messy like he ran his fingers through to push back his bangs that stop semi-past his eyebrows, his blue jeans off and his dick hard. His was just as thick yet not as long as Königs, the head cut, and balls heavy, ready to pour his potent in a breedable hole. He wasted no time and slammed into your wet core, Horangi leaned down, and the very motion dug himself deeply, "Is our little toy ready to get her brains fucked out?" Horangi chuckled as you whined pathetically for him to move. A second chuckle joined with his, and  from your peripheral König kneeled by you, pumping his cock "Ja, she's already becoming a cock hungry whore for us." König grinned grabbed hold of your hand, and made your fist his large cock. You felt a wave of humiliation and embarrassment but that didn't last as Horangi began to jackhammer into you, grinding into your cervix, his now wet dark pubes became sticky with slick rubbed at your bud of nerves and that was enough to get your toes curling, your moans, and squeals was music to your bullies. Just as good as a song from your whimpers of pain when they hurt you.

"Goddamn bitch!" Horangi growled in pleasure, the feeling of your clenching cunt edged him closer to his climax, and he'd never admit but your pussy was the best he had so far. His pounding was harsh, fast , and precise, you gasped as he kissed you deeply, sneaking his tongue past your lips and swirling around yours. All the while König groaned at the sight, watching you become more and more cockdrunk, he bit his lip as he fucked your closed hand like your core.

With one thrust Hroangi spilled his seed into your already cum filled cunt his hips continued to jerk and stutter. You came with a powerful vengeance, your body couldn't handle it. And the void welcomed you into it's dark embrace.

(shout to @diejager and @konigsblog for making me addicted to these men)

[mossylane]

summer bummer! | 🌞

last set of summer attire includes overalls and two pairs of shorts and now i can continue on with my seasonal appropriate autumnal obsession...

overalls:

base game compatible

masculine frame

19 swatches

shorts:

base game compatible

masculine frame

2 versions (belted, v1 & not unbelted, v2)

v1 - 20 swatches, v2 - 15 swatches

credits: caelhinn for the cotton jar palette

Download 📂- [Patreon], freebs of course!] - alt: [sfs]

[margotw10bis]

Pretty Baby. KNJ [m]

sugardaddy!namjoon x sugarbaby!reader

Genre: smut; short-story

Words: 5.3k

Synopsis: Namjoon is your sugar daddy. However, you can't deny how your heart is jumping in your chest when he calls you his "pretty baby"…

Warnings: rough sex; unprotected sex; gagging; spanking; oral sex (m. & f. receiving); Namjoon is huge 😳; he loves ass; use of "daddy"

1 → 2 → 3 (Bonus : Memories ; Doubts & Possibilities)

You wake up in an empty bed, still naked from the night before. You stretch to get rid off the sleep and you hear some fainted noises coming from the kitchen and living area. That means that Namjoon hasn't left yet. You jump on your feet and run towards him.

He is putting his shoes on. He looks so damn hot with his light cream suit and white shirt — even though you prefer him with nothing on. His shoulders are so large, you're pretty sure his clothes are tailor-made.

However, you don't have time to admire him and you jump into his arms. Feeling all the fabrics on your naked skin and having Namjoon hugging you with his strong big arms is delightful. You look even smaller like that. You secure your arms around his neck to pull him closer and you kiss him. At first gently but you get rougher. Namjoon groans in your mouth and it echoes right between your legs. You start grinding on his crotch as much as you can.

"Last night wasn't enough?" He asks with a smirk as he harshly slaps your ass as you like

"You know it's never enough"

It's true. Not only the sex, but everything. You can't enough of Namjoon but you know you can't say it. That's why you always try to have sex with him, it's your way to confess your love. Namjoon is not stupid, he probably reads right through you but how can he deny a hot girl wanting to fuck?

Namjoon squeezes your ass with his large palms and you moan. Fuck, you love feeling him so much, no matter the way. Seeing you that desperate makes Namjoon's cock harder. He grabs your hair and pulls you on your knees without holding back his strength. You like when he is rough. The hardness and coldness of the marble floor against your knees contrast with the wet fire coming from your pussy. You would like to grind on the floor to have some friction but all you can think about it the bulge in Namjoon's pants right in front of your face.

Your hands unbelt and unzip his suit trousers. Your mouth waters as you get to see his hard and huge cock in his underwear — the biggest one you have ever seen and it's delightful. You waste no time and pull his length out of its hideout. It stands straight and proud and fuck, you want to feel it. You stick your tongue out, ready to lick a fat strap all the way from the base to the tip but Namjoon pulls on your hair to prevent you from doing it.

"Beg" He orders with a deep voice that you know well

An instant wave of arousal washes over you and your pussy is so wet that you are pretty sure there will be stains dripping on the floor. Fuck, he is so dirty and hot, dominating. He is so damn perfect.

"Please, daddy, let me suck your cock. I want to taste it so bad" You implore

"Good girl" Namjoon praises as he uses your hair again to pull you closer

You get to finally put your tongue on his hard cock and the velvet of his skin makes you close your eyes in delight. You tease his tip, rolling your tongue around it and kissing it. You spit on his dick to help your hand sliding up and down while you suck on his balls. Sloppy sounds fill your flat entrance and you know Namjoon loves it. He loves messy blowjobs and you love giving them to him. You lift your head up to finally take his cock into your mouth. The wetness and the warmest of it drives Namjoon crazy. He loves how you suck him off, your tongue rolling around and your cheeks hollowing. He groans and grabs your hair tighter. It could hurt if it didn't make you hornier.

Namjoon takes control and holds you still by your hair. He starts moving his hips to fuck your mouth that you open wider to ease the access. He fucks deep and hard, hitting the back of your throat. You choke and gag but Namjoon's praises make it worth it.

"My little girl loves when I fuck her throat, uh?" He asks with a smirk even though he knows you can't answer

You start running low on oxygen and you tap Namjoon's thighs. He pulls out of your mouth, a line of saliva still connects your mouth and his cock, and you inhale heavily. That makes him laugh and he mocks you:

"Is my cock too big for your little mouth?"

He perfectly knows the answer so he doesn't wait for any respond and shoves his length back into you mouth. Your eyes water as he keeps hitting the sweet spot of your throat. The sounds coming from your mouth drooling around his dick are loud and fucking hot. Some saliva escapes your lips, runs down his length and balls to continue their journey to your chest. This is a real messy blowjob and you love it. But not as much as Namjoon. He is seeing your pretty face destroyed by his cock and the way your eyes are full with tears. Your shiny breasts from saliva are a sin. He wouldn't hesitate to go to hell for that anyway.

He wishes he had time but he has to go to work. However, you have been such a good girl, you deserve a reward. He pulls out of your mouth, leaving you with messy lips and chin and makes you stand up again. He kisses you before pushing you against the nearest wall, chest against it.

Namjoon smirks when he sees the bruises he left on your hips and ass the night before. You arch you back so he can see your glistening pussy. You can feel some of your juices running down your inner thighs. You are not the only one to notice it: Namjoon's eyes darken at the sight of it. Fuck, he loves how your body reacts to his touch. You're such a precious baby and he would like to keep you all for himself. He has already planned to buy you a diamond neckline for the perfect blowjob but now he is thinking about adding some matching earrings to reward your pretty pussy.

He slaps your right asscheek so hard that you jolt. He caresses the reddened skin to soothe the pain.

"You have such a pretty ass. I can't wait to fuck it" Namjoon whispers, more to himself than to you

You whine and jiggle it, making Namjoon's cock twitch. Namjoon is an ass guy, especially in front of your amazing one.

"Please, daddy" You moan as your pussy painfully clenches around nothing

You need him to fill you. You know your pussy is still swollen and sensitive from the past night but you are way too in love with his fat dick to care about it.

"Pretty baby" Namjoon growls as he slowly enters you

"Fuck!" You exclaim

The stretch is painful and delightful. Your legs immediately shake and Namjoon has to secure you with an arm wrapped around your waist. Your eyes shut down and you loudly moan his name. He starts pumping you at a fast pace. He gives you hard dick strokes, slapping your ass with his covered abs. Your hand grabs his forearm around your frame and your nails dig into the fabric of his expensive suit. He quickens his pace, making your eyes roll back by pleasure. You wonder how you're not open in half already.

"Your cock feels so good" You manage to say with a choked voice

Namjoon has never confessed that he loves when you praise him. He loves when you say how good he makes you feel. Surely, he knows — you cum hard every time — but he still wants you to say it out loud. It makes him proud. Your little compliment makes Namjoon dive his face into your neck. He bites your thin skin and he feels your pussy clenching. He presses you harder against the wall to pound you deeper.

Your legs shake even more as you start to get tired of standing on your tiptoes — you have no choice since Namjoon is way taller than you. You throw your head back to rest on his shoulder, your free hand holding you thanks to the wall. That gives more space for Namjoon to kiss your neck. He smiles against the new and the other fainted hickeys he has provided you multiple times. Even though he won't admit it, deep down, he knows he marks you to keep another men away from you. Only if he knew that he is the only one you want...

"Faster" You beg as you feel your orgasm close

Namjoon obeys and slaps the side of your ass, tightening your pussy even more around his cock.

"Fuck, your pussy is so tight" He growls in your ear

His deep voice mixed with his harsh poundings drive you to the edge. You cum screaming his name. You shake so much that Namjoon doesn't have any other choices than to stop his sliding even though he stays deep into your cunt.

"Can you make daddy cum?" Namjoon asks you when your breathe gets a little steadier

You nod, your hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. You are exhausted but you really want Namjoon to cum too. Actually, you love when he cums, especially if it's because of you.

Namjoon retakes his poundings, even harder than before. He doesn't have much time left and he is already late for work. His rough moves bring tears to your eyes. He is way too lost in his own lust to notice that his fingers rubbing your swollen clit are too much for you.

"Too-too much, daddy" You whine

"My baby can take it" He replies, even if he slightly slows the pace of his rubbing fingers

Your pussy clenches again due to the overstimulation and you know you're close again. Fuck, this is too much, your wonder how you will make it out alive. You can feel Namjoon's huge cock inside you and it's hitting the right place over and over again. You whine, moan, scream, all the same time. Your brain is completely disconnected and all you can feel is him. His cock, his hands, his breathe, his mouth. You're close to your orgasm but also to say you love him.

"I gonna cum" You finally say and Namjoon nods in your neck

"Cum for daddy"

That's enough for you to let go. You crumble into Namjoon's chest as your orgasm washes over you. You have no energy left in your body but Namjoon is close to release too. He grabs your ass and squeezes it.

"My perfect girl" He groans and it makes you blush, you wish you were

He pounds into your cunt a couple of times before you can feel shots of hot and thick cum inside you. Namjoon rests his head on your shoulder as he catches his breathe. He caresses your stomach and kisses your neck. You love how tender he is after fucking you so roughly. His duality is perfect. Fuck, you love him so much that you could cry right now.

"It was really good" You whisper as you gently rub his arm with the tip of your fingers

"You make it easy, baby" Namjoon chuckles in your ears and it's the most beautiful sound in the whole universe

He pulls out of your pussy and you wince at the emptiness. Namjoon looks at this pants to check if he needs to change. Thankfully the mess is between your legs so he doesn't waste time and buckle up his trousers. He tries to fix his hair but he actually does the opposite. You laugh as you witness it and go save him. You run your fingers through his soft blond hair.

"Here you go" You announce when you're done

Namjoon is so handsome. You get jealous when you think about all the women who will hit on him during the day.

"Thanks, babe" He says before kissing you "I have to go. I text you soon"

With that, he steps out your place — the place he actually bought for you — and leaves you in the entrance, naked and ruined, both by his dick and by the feelings growing inside you.

————

"Why don't you confess your feelings?" Jimin, your best friend, asks you

He is the only one knowing about all the sugar daddy/baby thing between Namjoon and you. It's not like you're ashamed of it but people tend to easily judge and you have no doubt that they will see you as a prostitute. Jimin, on the other hand, never judges people. He is way too sweet for that.

"It's not that simple. There is a contract" You sigh "I'm not the only sugar baby. Namjoon told me once that one of them said she was in love with him and he cut all the ties. I don't want it to happen. I rather have a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship than nothing at all"

"But you're hurting" Jimin adds, worried about you

"It doesn't matter"

"Yes, it does, Y/N"

You sigh again. You don't know what to say. Maybe it's stupid to shut your mouth out of fear but you can't risk loosing him. Yes, it hurts like hell knowing that Namjoon has other sugar babies. Yet, you feel so good in his arms. Just for one night, it's worth all the pain. Perhaps some people would say you're pathetic and stomp on all the feminist fights but you don't see it that way. Namjoon does care about you. And you care about him. So what's wrong about being paid for doing something you like with someone you love? It's better than having to do a job you hate and barely making a living out of it.

Your phone notifies you have received a text. Your heart skips a beat when you see Namjoon's name on your cellphone. 'Hi, baby. How are you? I left some documents at your place yesterday. Could you bring them to my office please? Otherwise, I'll ask some of my employees'. A big smile brightens your face. You will never miss the opportunity to see Namjoon. You text him back that you'll bring him the documents in thirty minutes.

You leave Jimin to run to your place. You make sure you don't forget anything and head to Namjoon's office. You only went there once, about nine months ago. It was at the beginning of your relationship. You were curious about his work and wondered how he could have so much money — he bought you a fucking apartment in downtown Seoul for god's sake! You understood quickly when you saw Namjoon's last name on the building: he inherited the company from his dad and was now the CEO.

The main reason why he chose to have sugar babies rather than a normal relationship with a girlfriend is that he doesn't have time to date. He doesn't have time to provide the affection his girlfriend would need. However, he still wants to have sex and not only with random girls. He wants to build some kind of connection with someone. Having sugar babies was the best option: he has sex with hot girls, knows them, appreciates them and he can take care of them.

"Hi, I have some documents to give to Mr. Kim" You say to the receptionist

She looks at you, quite surprised. You surely don't look like an employee or a business partner with your light pink sundress. She calls Namjoon's assistant to check if you're lying but when his assistant confirms you are actually expected, she mentions you the way to the elevators and the floor you need to reach. You thank her and follow her instructions. Soon enough, you step in the twenty-sixth floor. You look around, not knowing if you should head to the right or to the left. Thankfully, Namjoon's assistant comes to the rescue.

He is almost as tall as Namjoon but their physics are quite the opposite. While Namjoon is brawny, his assistant is quite slim. The brown hair and the delicate features of his face make him look like a prince.

"Hi, you must be Y/N" He welcomes you with a deep and warm voice

You nod, blushing under his perfect smile. Fuck, he is hot.

"Follow me, Mr. Kim is waiting for you"

You nod again, your throat dry. You didn't expect Namjoon to have such a handsome assistant. Actually, you thought he would hire a hot chick so he could ogle at her all day long. Would you say you're relieved? But that doesn't mean he doesn't ogle at other hot employees.

The assistant knocks on his boss's office door and opens it for you. You enter and meet a devilishly sexy Namjoon. When he wears a simple black suit with a black tie and a white buttoned up shirt, your legs get weak. He lifts up his head and gives you his dimple smile that makes your heart melt. He is like the brightest star in the sky.

He waits for his assistant to close the door and walks to you. He kisses you deeply and even if he has just fucked you yesterday against the wall — and you still feel swollen —, you missed his lips. You missed him.

"Hi, pretty baby" He whispers against your lips

Fuck, he will kill you. His sweetness is dangerous for your sake.

"I brought you the documents. Hope I didn't forget anything"

Namjoon runs through the papers you hand him.

"No, it's perfect" He says

He takes the time to look at you. He frowns when he notices how pretty you are in that dress he didn't buy you. He loves buying you things, and he loves even more when you wear them. So is it a new dress? He is quite surprised, he knows you don't like shopping.

"New dress?" He can't hold his curiousness

"It's a gift from Jimin"

Namjoon's jaws clench. He met your best friend about three months ago for your birthday. The guy was quite nice but Namjoon didn't like how often he was touching you: giving you hugs, wrapping your shoulders with his arms or kissing your cheeks. And now he is buying you clothes? It is supposed to be Namjoon's thing. He is your sugar daddy.

"Nice" He says between gritted teeth

You chuckle at his reaction. You never thought you'd see him jealous. Only if you knew how much possessive he is... You wrap your hands in the back of his neck, caressing the end of his locks. The softness of your gesture relaxes Namjoon's features. He puts his hands on your ass, squeezing and patting it. He can even feel your panties through the thin fabric of the dress. He can also feel his cock slowly hardening.

"Do you have time for lunch?" You ask with hope

To be honest, it's pretty rare when you two go out. Most of the time, when you are together, you have sex at your place. Oddly enough, now that you think about it, you have never seen Namjoon's apartment.

Namjoon sighs.

"Unfortunately no. I have too many things to do. I'm not even sure I have time to eat"

You eyebrows furrow. You don't like when he is not taking care of his health while he always makes sure you do.

"Do you want me to bring you some food?" You propose

Namjoon smiles before kissing you again. 'Cute' He thinks. He has always loved how caring you are. He can clearly see the difference between you and his other sugar babies: you care about him, not really his money. Sometimes he even wonders why you have accepted to be his sugar baby in the first place if you don't care about money — not that he's complaining. However, it makes him want to spoil you even more.

"It's okay, don't worry about me" He answers

He grabs your hand and walks towards his chair. He sits down and pulls you down with him to make you sit on his lap. He kisses your perfect lips before going down to your neck. He should mark you again to keep your friend away. He sucks on your sensitive skin and you pull on his hair. You bite your lower lip to mutter your moans.

"The only thing I would like to have for lunch is your pretty pussy" He teases in your ear

Your cheeks redden at the scandalous idea of spreading your legs in Namjoon's office. He drives you so crazy that you could agree to anything to please him.

"You can" You say despite your choked throat

He hums against your neck. He lifts you up so you can lie down on his desk. He still is sitting on his chair. He can see lust in your eyes and he loves it. You open your legs for him and your dress slides to rest on your lower tummy. Namjoon has a clear view on your soaked panties, the last barrier to access your pussy. He gets closer, putting his face right between your legs. You feel his heat on your covered pussy. He hardly sniffs you, smelling your arousal. You grow embarrassed and cover your red cheeks with your hands. Your shyness makes Namjoon smiles: you are ready to be eaten out in his office but you are still embarrassed of him smelling you.

"You have to be quiet, you don't want daddy to have trouble for making you cum at work, do you?"

How can he say something so sinful so casually? The fact that he's shameless makes you clench around nothing. You want him. Now. You don't care someone could come in and see you like that. You only care about Namjoon.

"Yes, daddy"

Namjoon is satisfied with your answer and slides your panties down your legs. He smirks at your shiny cunt full of juices. He steals your panties and hides them in his suit pocket. He will need them tonight when he will jerk himself off thinking about you.

Namjoon kisses your clit and your legs shiver. You didn't think you were still so sensitive. To be honest, you didn't rest so much after the two rounds of hard poundings offered by Namjoon during the previous two days. Maybe he doesn't care or maybe he just loves ruining you, but he doesn't go gently on your swollen pussy. He licks you with strength, taking fat straps from your dripping entrance to your sensitive bud to savour your sweet taste. You mutter your moans with your hand and the other one grabs his hair. You tug so hard on it that Namjoon groans against your pussy.

"Fuck, daddy" You moan

Namjoon settles his tongue on your clit, rolling and sucking on it, while he enters you with two fingers. You gasp. Fuck, you're so tight that two digits stretch you out.

"I love how tight your pussy is" Namjoon whispers

He presses his fingers against your g-spot, pulling in and out at a quick pace. Wet squishy noises are created by his fingers in your cunt. You get more and more messed up by his touch. He sucks harder on your clit, making your back arch to feel him more.

"Can my baby take another one?" He asks

"I can't, it's already too much" You confess but Namjoon pushes your limits, sliding another finger in you "Oh my fucking god!" you exclaim

Namjoon smirks, seeing that you actually love how he opens your tight pussy with his digits. Some of your arousal escape from your cunt and roll down to your ass. It even stains his desk. He leaves your clit to bite into the flesh of your inner thighs. Your head rolls back under the pleasure. You can feel how close you are to cum. Namjoon feels it too with the way your walls tighten around his fingers. You're a mess on his desk with your legs wide open while he is pounding you with his fingers. And fuck, he loves it. His precious baby.

"Come on, cum on daddy's fingers" Namjoon spurs as he dives back onto your clit

You do, trying to not scream his name. You see white spots everywhere because of your strong orgasm. Your whole body shakes. Namjoon loves how hard you cum, quivering at every single orgasm he provides you.

"You did great, baby" He praises as he gently kisses your thighs and pulls out of your pussy

You're out of breath, your brain still in the fog of your sexual high. Namjoon takes some tissues on his desk to clean you up, making your shiver. You are really sensitive now. For your sake, you should wait a few days before having sex again.

Namjoon helps you to get on your feet and hugs you tight, kissing your forehead. Fuck, you love when he does that.

"Where are my panties?" You ask him

"I'm keeping them" He answers, nonchalantly

Your eyes widen. How are you supposed to go out without underwear? Especially wearing such a short dress.

"But I-"

You are cut off by a knock on Namjoon's door. He takes it as a opportunity to shut your protests and shouts a 'enter!'. His handsome assistant appears and you pray he didn't hear you just cum. Your cheeks redden and Namjoon can clearly imagine what's going on in your pretty head.

"You have a meeting in five minutes, sir" His assistant notifies him

"Thanks, Taehyung, I'll be there soon"

Taehyung — as you now know his name — nods and leaves as fast as he has appeared.

"I won't be able to see you for a while" Namjoon announces out of the blue

"Why?" You sound way more desperate than you wish

"I have a one week business trip"

"When do you leave?" Your heart squeezes when you think you won't be able to see him for a whole week

"Tomorrow"

What?! This soon? You thought he would have told you before. If he didn't forget his documents and you didn't have to bring them to him today, maybe he wouldn't even have told you. This harsh thought deeply hurts you. Because it reminds you that you are not his girlfriend. You're just his sugar baby and he doesn't have to tell you anything. The main purpose of your relationship is to have sex, nothing more. You tend to forget that when he holds you so gently. Jimin was right: you are hurting.

"Okay..." You manage to say but you can't look at him in the eyes while yours are filled with tears

"I'll call you as soon as I come back" Namjoon promises

He kisses you one last time and lets you step out of his office. You meet again with Taehyung. He smiles brightly at you and you are so high over heels about Namjoon that you don't even notice how beautiful Taehyung finds you. He obviously doesn't know what kind of relation you have with his boss and honestly, he doesn't care. You seem sweet and he would like to know you more.

"Do you want a ride?" Namjoon hears Taehyung saying as he is about to step out of his office too

Namjoon stops his track immediately. What the fuck? Is his assistant flirting with you? How many men he has to keep away from you? It would be way easier if every male was blind.

"Aren't you on the clock?" You asks with your so sweet voice that Namjoon hates right now

"Mr. Kim won't need me until an hour, I can drive you" Taehyung explains

Namjoon clenches his fist around the handle of his office door. Are you going to accept? Fuck, he doesn't like it. He shouldn't be like that while he is sleeping with other women but he can't control his feelings.

On your side, you are thinking about the fact you currently don't have any panties. You can't take the risk to flash someone in the street if there is a breeze so you shyly accept. Taehyung and Namjoon's hearts squeeze but not for the same reason. He swears, Namjoon could fire his assistant right now.

————

Ten days. Ten fucking days without having a word from Namjoon. He said he would call you when he comes back and it has already been two days. But nothing. You constantly keep your phone close in hope he will text you but he doesn't. You don't know what to do. Until you phone finally lightens with a notification. However, you grow disappointed when it's not from Namjoon but from your best friend: 'Hi, girl! Do you want to grab some drinks tonight? :)'

You think about it for a couple of minutes and then you realize that it won't do any good to stay at home crying over Namjoon ignoring you. That's why you accept Jimin's invitation even though you don't make any efforts on your outfit and stay in your black jeans and black oversized t-shirt to go to the bar.

You spot your friend easily, his hair color close to Namjoon's. You hate yourself for this thought. Grumpy and sad, you quickly order a strong cocktail.

"What's going on?" Jimin asks

"I don't want to talk about it" You honestly say

Jimin nods and tries to cheer you up with his last disastrous hook up storytime. You smile a little but you don't laugh as your friend wanted you to. However, you surprise him with the amount of alcohol you swallow. You're not a heavy drinker but tonight you go wild.

"You should slow down" Jimin says

"Why? For Namjoon?" You scoff, swallowing another shot

"No, for you. I don't fucking care about him, Y/N" Jimin replies with furrowed eyebrows

"I should be more like you" You whisper sadly as you look at the bottom of the empty glass — just as empty as your soul right now

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Nothing" You sigh "That's the problem. He told me he would call me when he comes back from a business trip but he didn't. He must be with another sugar baby"

Your last sentence hurts even more now that you have said your thoughts out loud. You take Jimin's glass and drink it, swallowing both the alcohol and your tears. You don't want to cry. You're at the bar with your best friend, you should be happy.

"Sorry for not being in the mood" You apologize

"Don't be" Jimin comforts you, pulling you closer to his side and kissing your forehead "I'm here to do whatever you need to feel better. If you need to be grumpy and drink, do it. It you need to bitch on Namjoon, I'll be more than happy to do it with you"

You laugh a little, appreciating what a good friend Jimin is.

"Let's just get wasted and gossip about people" You end up saying

Jimin nods and starts his favorite hobby: telling you all the little secrets of his coworkers.

————

"I didn't know you were this heavy" Jimin slurs as he's dragging your drunken ass into your flat

You did stick to your proposition and actually got wasted. A little too much for your friend's taste who has to bring you home. You have drunk so much you can't properly walk.

Jimin slams the door and tries to walk you to your bed. You fall on it but drag your best friend with you. He growls as he attempts to rest on his arms not to crash you. But his efforts crumble down when you wrap your arms and legs around his body to hug him.

"You're the best friend ever" You say drunkly

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Can you let go?"

"Nope" You twit and hug him tighter

Jimin gives up and hug you too, feeling like it's what you need.

"You're such a pain in the ass sometimes" He jokes

Your laugh echoes in your entrance at the exact moment Namjoon enters.

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Warning(s): daddy kink, mommy kink, breeding, cursing

A/N: This was an old fice from my old blog aasouthteranoswife that used to be a tokyo revengers fic, but I made it into a modern warfare fic.

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Summary: N/A

WC: 688

It's been months since your husband has been home due to all the back to back missions he went on with the 141 team. He called you earlier in the week to tell you when he'll be home.

It’s Friday night a little after five, you were in the kitchen making dinner for you and your husband. You hear the door open “baby, I’m home.” as John walks into the kitchen after taking his boots off, and kissing you on your soft lips.

John turns the stove off, picking you up and placing you on your marble kitchen counter that Johni paid a pretty penny for. “John, I have to finish dinner, are you not hungry?”

“How about we skip dinner and move to dessert.” as he pulls your pants and panties off all in one go and throws them across the room. John opens up your legs making you lay down on your marble countertop. He dives right into your pretty little glistening cunt like a starving dog. Licking and sucking your juices up you were giving him. A moaning mess and back arched as high it could go, you were squeezing your thighs on your husband’s head usually he doesn’t mind.

“Keep your legs open, princess.” he stopped his movements to whisper in your ear. He then moves your legs to your chest so you couldn’t move as he continued his movements

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” he continues to suck and lick the sweet juices your pretty cunt gave him. You grab John's brown hair pushing him deeper into your cunt as you cum all over his tongue. Your legs were shaking from your orgasm.

“Fuck, daddy, f-feels so good.” he lets go of your legs and pulls you off the marble counter, and bends you over. He unbelts and pulls down his cargo pants as he looks down at with his blue eyes filled with passion and love, springing his hard cock free, only leaving his shirt on.

“You ready for me to fill you up, baby.” John rubs the tip of his cock along your clit and wet folds. He starts to push slowly inside you, so he doesn't hurt you. You feel a slight burning as he continues to push into you, due to your husband's big size. He saw your discomfort and started to rub circles on your clit.

With lots of prep, John finally goes balls deep inside you he cock warms you so you could adjust to him. He started to rub circles on your clit causing you to tighten around him wanting to cum on the spot.

“Cumming already, princess,” he whispers in your ear. You shake your head, yes and he then rubs fast and hard on your clit causing you to cum for the second time.

“Ahh, please fuck me daddy, I need you.” you grab the back of his neck looking back into his eyes as he starts to slowly thrust into you.

“Mmh, s-so good baby, just like that.” soft and sensual sex is your favorite when your bodies intertwine, but what you love most is having rough sex when John and you have had a stressful day.

“I’m gonna fill this pretty cunt up and make you a mommy.”

“ You like that idea baby? Being swollen with our child.” as he pulled you away from the kitchen counter only leaving your hands on the countertop for support, he could feel you tighten around him as he thrust faster into you

“I’d punish every man that looks at you in the wrong way, I still have my connection, baby” kissing your shoulder as you let out a loud moan from him hitting your sweet spot.

“P-please, baby, fill me up and make me a mommy. I wanna be swollen with our child.” as both of you cum together, John painted your walls with his hot thick seed.

“Now don’t waste a drop of my cum or I’ll have to fuck it make into you.” he then gave you a passionate kiss and helped you back into your panties, so you could finish making dinner.

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[bbyquokka]

its me again BUT I CANT HELP IT the new challenge video of minsung... its a different thing BUT. jisung coming home with this outfit.. of course he is tired, he directly heads to living room to catch a breath, before even he can say something you sit on your knees in front of him, he gets what you want and smirks .. you slowly unbelt his pants,,,,,as u give him a head he calling u 'you're so pretty' 'my little slut' as he caress your hair 😖😖😖 you take slow as he guides you. okay enough.

so pretty !!

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he's so tired. he's spent all day at the studio filming for the lalalala practice video. the theme of the video was racer. he's spent all day dealing with stylists and make-up artists making sure he looks good before entering the dance studio and filming the video with the back-up dancers.

after he filmed the youtube content, it was then advised that him and minho filmed a challenge video for youtube shorts and instagram reels. by that point, he just wanted to go home and luckily for him, it only took one take to do before he was finally able to go home for the day.

he doesn't mind it, of course. it's fresh new content for stays. it's just comeback season is always tiring for him (and everyone else) the schedule forever being packed. interviews here, flying to japan there. stage after stage after stage performances – it's never ending.

due to how busy he has been, his needs have been neglected. you know this more than anyone considering how short tempered he is slowly becoming. you wish you could help him but you know he is also tired from working and most likely just wants to sleep.

but that's far from the case. jisung is tired but he is horny: blue balls horny! he misses you. he misses your touch, your scent, your taste. he misses the way you look at him, pleading for him and moaning for him. he wants you so bad, it hurts! 

he walks into the apartment he shares with you, mumbling a small “hello” before flopping onto the couch. today has been extra tiring and extra hard on him. he didn't even bother getting changed from the racer clothes he was put in. everything he did and everywhere he went he imagined you being with him. he imagined fucking you from behind in front of the studio mirrors. imaging your moans echoing and bouncing off the walls. he's had to try hard not to get hard and it's been so painful for him.

you notice him shifting in his seat. he readjusts himself, giving his semi hard-on a squeeze. he groans, kicking his head back a little and lips parting. you watch him massage and squeeze himself, watch as his cock grows and gets hard in his pants.

“fuck.. i shouldn't be doing this. i need to shower and eat but it feels so good.” you hear him mumble to himself. you watch him unzip his pants, pulling them down to his ankles and squeezing and palming himself through his underwear. you see his cock grow hard and throb. something stirs inside of you and before you know it; you're down on your knees in front of a hazy and horny looking jisung.

“oh. hey doll, didn't see you th–” he swallows thickly as he watches you reach up and pull his underwear down. “... h-hey babe. you don't have to do that. im fin–fuck!”

his cock has sprung free from its restraints. you look up at him with doe eyes as you rub his shaft slowly. he bites his bottom lip gently before grabbing the base of his penis and tapping it against your lips.

“open.” you part your lips slowly as you maintain your gaze on him. you lean down and gently suck on his tip, giving it long and slow licks.

“that’s it. fuck that feels good, darling. you're so good for me, mhm.” you give him a simple hum as you stroke his shaft from the base. “think you can take a little more of me, darling?”

your eyes flutter close as you lower your head further down. the corner of your lips stretch a little and burn. saliva gathers in your mouth as you feel stuffed. you slowly bob your head up and down, body shivering as you listen to jisung pant and whimper.

“that's it. such a pretty little slut. gosh, you feel so good around my cock.” you continue to suck and stroke him, free hand reaching up and cupping his balls. his hands caress your hair slowly and gently, giving it the occasional tug.

“hollow out your cheeks darling. that’s it.. make sure your tongue is flat and breath darling.” you do as instructed, listening to jisung giving you hints and tips on how he likes it. he praises you, forever telling you how well behaved you're being and how good he feels.

“my little slut looks so pretty with my cock between their lips.”

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[lemon-russ]

I got carried away, and I think the fact that the last like, 7? books I read were Brandon Sanderson has made me long winded and afraid of sex /s

But we are back to Cato's POV, this is kinda turning into a slower burn than intended, but it will eventually become horny lmao

also, thanks everyone liking it! Did not think anyone would see it, love this like 50 person community of niche warhammer fic and smut lovers <3

Part 3/ ???

part:: 1 :: 2 :: 3 :: 4 :: 5 :: 6 :: 7

Cato Sicarius x F!Reader

(Cato POV 3rd person though)

CW: Violence, blood, descriptions of a vehicle crashing, no sex yet but there will be later, Cato being a bully (like, verbally only)

Summary: Shit hits the fan, Cato and Diplomat have to skedaddle.

word count: 2,208 (the man has possessed me)

Cato tosses the stupid woman into the seat of the thunderhawk, stomping over to the pilot seat. The small crew of 3 humans that had brought them here seem startled by his sudden appearance, and then by his actual appearance as he is coated in blood.

“Go. Now. Back to The Honour.” He commands. The pilot nods and starts punching in things on the terminals, and the two gunners look concerned. Stupid baseline humans, were they all so slow? “Rebellion.” He says, deigning to explain it to them. They frown and look between them, then man their guns. Finally. He looks back at the woman. She was bruised, and now covered in blood. Pretty sure it was from him carrying her- stupid thing can't keep up so he was forced to sling her like a sack back to the thunderhawk. The corner of his mouth twitches down a bit. No it was definitely blood from his armor.

But Guilliman would be upset if she was bleeding and he didn't fix it. Her impractical gown was torn a bit now, blood stained, and dirty. Damn it. “Woman.” He barks at her, making her jump a bit. “Are you injured?” He says, making sure to sound appropriately unconcerned. Because he isn't concerned. Obviously.

She frowns and knits her brow into that throne damned look of confusion she always seemed to have. By the Emperor her brain was smooth. “I said, are you injured?” He drawls out slowly, like he's talking to an especially slow child.

She shakes her head. “Uh, no, nothing besides some scrapes and bruises-” She says in a stupid, puzzled tone. Before she finishes Cato is turning away. Good enough. He sighs a little at the answer- wait why is he relieved at that? Right, his duty. If she was hurt he'd have failed his Father and he hates that. Of course he's relieved she's unharmed.

“Are you almost ready to take off?” He snaps at the pilot impatiently. It'd been nearly a whole minute since he ordered them back to the ship. Why was everyone incompetent but him here?

The pilot frowns and shoots him a look as the small ship starts whirring and taking off from the ground, ramps receding and doors closing. Finally. The ship lurches a bit and the Ambassador falls to the side in her seat at the movement. By the throne, did he have to do everything for her? He stomps over and rights her in her seat, strapping her in with the safety harness. “Can't you do anything but breathe and waste time?” He grumbles at her, tightening the straps a bit too hard and making her wince. “You'll break your skull unbelted, even if it's so hard it might hurt the craft first.” He huffs, stomping out to a window. She wears that stupid confused face still, but he ignores her.

His mood is soured further as he actually sees outside. Human rebels are pouring from the manor they had just left, heading to the Thunderhawk. Which wouldn't be a big issue, except there were so many. The gunner on this side starts mowing them down, but they just keep coming, and the ones in the back are preparing an artillery mortar. Fuck- “The back! Target that mortar, now!” He barks at the gunner.

The gunner tries to move his shots toward the artillery, but the panicked lurching of the craft as the Pilot is flooring it ruins his aim. Throne damned baseline humans- he pushes the gunner off the controls, taking over. His superior reaction speed and aim should be able to handle this, and he turns the gun toward the back line-

There's the familiar thumph of an artillery shell launching. Fuck fuck fuck- “DOWN, BRACE FOR IMPACT-!” He barks, and in two strides he's covering the stupid, soft, breakable-bone filled ambassador with himself. The ship lurches hard as the mortar shell crashes into the back engine.

Lights flash red, there's screaming and alarms, another thumph and another crash into the front of the ship now. He affixes his helmet and curls around the woman, who is bracing herself and curling into a ball to fit better under him. Maybe her brain has a wrinkle of survival instinct in it after all. Flames and shrapnel sweep through in a concussive wave, bouncing off his armor in sharp tink tink tink sounds, and he feels the gut lurching effect of suddenly losing gravity- no, falling, the ship was falling-

His senses hone and time slows as he bunkers down over the diplomat. He stares down at her as they hit the curve from accelerating up, to zero G, and then to falling down. Her hair is floating up around her face, and she looks terrified, looking up at him with wide eyes. Tears are rolling down her cheeks- oh shit she's crying. Oh Emperor he hates women crying. He should say something, or it will distract him.

Bracing himself around her seat, he shouts over the cacophony of terror and panic. “You're okay- I got you.” His voice comes out modulated by his helmet's vox speakers, but her expression shifts just a little at his words, from terror to, well still scared and shocked but at least she might stop crying now. Holy Terra he hates crying.

Suddenly they are crashing into the ground, and he has to focus on not flattening her as his 1000 lbs of plasteel and ceramite clad self suddenly goes from falling to stopping in a second. He braces himself into a cocoon and her seat cushions her impact a bit, though he winces as she immediately gets whiplash from the recoiling force. He quickly moves a hand to brace her head a little so it doesn't snap back again so hard.

As soon as they are no longer actively crashing, he's unbuckling her and scooping her to his chest. Scoping the damage, he grimaces. The crew are dead, thunderhawk is in ruins, and there's a small army of rebel humans heading their way. cradling her to his chest, hand still on the back of her head- he's unsure if that whiplash cause any spinal damage and he'd rather her not die of a broken neck in his arms, his genefather would be furious, of course- he starts charging out the broken hull of the ship, away from the army and towards some rock formations in the distance.

He sprints as fast as he can go, which is pretty fast, even in his armor, but he slows when he feels the ambassador bump against his chest plate. Mortals and their soft, breakable bodies. Why is her neck so thin? A stiff breeze could snap it, and why is her skin so bruisable- should he be worried about the purple splotches already staining her arms and face? Does she have internal injuries he needs to worry about? Fuck she was annoying.

He groans in frustration and slows his stride to something he can maintain while cradling her safely and smoothly against him. It's fine, the rebels are so slow they are already a blob in the distance. He's got this. He's Cato Sicarius, he's always got this. He spots a rocky hole he hopes is a safe cave, but frowns. They're running over fine dirt, his foot prints clearly visible.

He halts his stride, making the woman make a soft noise of surprise. She outright yelps though when he grabs her stupid, long, trailing gown at the knee and yanks on it. The krrchh of tearing fabric startles her. “Hey-! what are you-!” She squeaks out, but he's already tossing his power sword into the fabric. He places her on the ground gingerly, laying her head carefully, and pulls utility cordage from a compartment of his armor, tying it to the satchel he just made.

He picks her up in one arm, holding her like a child to his shoulder with hand on her head, and starts walking, dragging the sword-dress-bag behind them, erasing his footprints in the dirt as they walked. She peaks over his shoulder at his creation. “Oh- Okay, that's actually pretty smart.” She says, sounding surprised. He scowls in his helmet. “Of course it is-” he snaps, “Do you underestimate me so much that you think I'd lead enemies to our location? Or are you merely so vacant that you are surprised it is even a worry?” He growls. How dare this mortal woman doubt his ability to fulfill his duty to protect her stupid, squishy, useless body.

She huffs an annoyed noise. “Are you capable of not being a complete asshole for five minutes, Captain?” She snaps back. He bristles a bit. “Watch your tongue, woman, or I'll have to tap that empty little skull of yours and simply drag you about unconscious. Honestly, that'd be easier.” He adds, actually contemplating it. He already made a bag, he could just stuff her in it, like a safe little hammock… A little diplomat sack, for easy handling. He nearly chuckles at the mental image.

She mumbles grumpily, “That broom on your head must be from shoving it so far up your ass-”, but he ignores her insolent whining, focusing on getting to the cave he spotted. He ducks into the rock formation, grateful to see it is only a pocket and not a whole cave, so no surprises, and when he’s satisfied it is clear of dangerous fauna, he moves to drop her on her ass on the floor.

But he stops himself, frowning. He wasn't sure if her neck was injured or not, and he needed to asses for internal damage. “Emperor, you're such a pain in the ass.” He huffs as he carefully lays her on her back, supporting her neck. “you'd certainly know about pains in your ass with that broom-” she grumbles, trying to sit up. He frowns again and holds her down. “Stop that. Your neck may be inured. Just stay still for a moment.” he scolds.

He peeks out of the cave. They left no tracks, and he sees no troops. He quickly gathers some foliage- brown and dry, what a hellscape planet, did they even want them in the Imperium- and uses it to cover the cave entrance. He sits down next to her, removing his helmet and sighing a deep, tired sigh. “You are the worst thing to ever happen to me.” He states plainly, glowering down at her. She frowns up at him. “Really. Me. Out of all of your Centuries of battle and bloodshed, the worse thing to happen to you is having to guard me for a single mission.” She retorts.

He nodded once. “Yes, exactly. Glad you're keeping up.” He says, trying not to smirk at how angry she seems to get at that. “Cato Sicarius, I swear by the Emperor's holy light you are the single most infuriating person that I have ever been forced to deal with, and I am including the Chancellor that just sicked an army on us-” She starts to yell, trying to sit up again. He pushes her back down carefully by the shoulder, making her growl in frustration. “Neck.” he says, smirking at her tiny rage. Like a puffed up kitten, spitting and hissing at a guard dog.

“Also, that Rolf whatever man is dead. Obviously. So, planet is ours basically when we get off here.” He adds casually. She blinks up at him. “You killed him?” she asks, and he furrows his brow and frowns down at her. “Yes? of course. I killed them all. and half the place on my way to you.” He says, smiling at the memory. Ah, the glory of battle. It would have been better had they been better armed, and maybe if there were more of them. He prefers a challenge. Instead he decided to challenge himself to how many he could dispatch within 20 seconds. That made it more entertaining.

She sighs and rubs her face. “Fine, I guess doing this diplomatically was off the table anyway when they took our ship out. Oh- did you vox up to the Honour yet?” she asks. He shakes his head. “No, I saw signal towers on the way in. I worried they would intercept the vox and find us. I'm going to wait a bit for that army to disperse so they aren't on top of us if we're triangulated.”

She sighs and stares at the ceiling, looking exhausted. Was that normal? she looked pale, could that be internal bleeding? His stomach flipped, and he immediately recoils at the feeling. Why did he worry so much? Of course he wants to do his duty and obey his Primarch, but really if she died of medical complications he probably wouldn't even be punished. Yet when he thought of having to leave her corpse on this backwater wasteland of a planet, his chest tightened. He simply would not allow that to come to pass, then he never had to unpack the feelings. There, boom, done. Psychology solved. He smiled to himself and settled back against the wall. Was there any field he could not master? Of course not. He's Cato Sicarius, he's simply the best at everything.