#usually he just licks it/nibbles on it a bit before getting bored and then I trash most of it

[satanfemme]

feeds my dog a strawberry

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Summer Breeze 3

Warnings: age gap (reader is 22, Andrew is mid 40s), dad’s friend, Andy being Andrew, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

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Despite the late night, the rest if the house, even your sad, wake up before noon. You would have rather headed down to the beach sooner but you didn't want to be rude. You are a guest after all.��

Jacob and his buddies take a frisbee out in the water as Andy mentions jet-skis to you dad. He offers you to join but you decline, waving your book and towel at him. You know your dad won't appreciate the tagalong and you don't think the whole jet-ski thing is for you. 

You spray yourself with heavy spf and hunker in to get into the meat of the novel you've barely been able to nibble on. The sand is hot under the towel, the sun beats down, and the water softly laps over the silt. It's like an ad for a resort. 

You flip your sunglasses down as you recline, shielding yourself further with book. You're quickly enraptured as Jacob and his friends fade into the background and the distant tear of engines waft over the lake. The only thing you're missing is a proper drink. You brought a water bottle as you didn't bother to bring any coolers with you. The thought of drinking around your dad is still weird. It feels almost like condoning his bad habits.  

You flip the pages, melting into your towel as the heat roils through the air. The frisbee flies onto the sand and Jacob runs up to grab it. Taylor yells at him to hurry up. 

"Hey," Jacob waves at you, "wanna join?" 

You peek over the top of the book. You should enjoy the water for a bit. Besides, you're starting to feel a bit ostracized. 

"Sure," you mark your page and stand up. You peel off your crochet cove-rup and lick your flip flops away. "Monkey in the middle?" 

He chuckles as he turn to the water, though you don't miss the none-to-subtle peek at your bikini. 

"Just flinging it around," he shrugs, "you looked bored." 

"Toss it, Jacob," Van snaps, "jesus." 

Jacob hurls the frisbee, making his bossy friend run for it. You space yourself out to join the lazy catch and glide. You're quiet as you listen in on their conversation about third year. They're a year behind you. 

"So, never been to your campus," Taylor says, "are the girls hot?" 

"Charming," Jacob rolls his eyes. 

"Yeah, but so are the guys," you stick your tongue out, "heavy competition." 

Taylor frowns as the other three laugh at him. You wouldn't say they aren't cute but definitely not the type that stun at first sight. Average but average isn't so bad. You're about the same.  

"Damn," Taylor mutters.  

The conversation shifts to the game they were talking about last night. Some role play. They're going to a festival or something? You're not too sure. 

As you toss the disc, you hear something across the water. You squint as one of the engines suddenly silences. There's a lull and another rips through the air. You tilt your head and lift your sunglasses as you try to see across the distance. It's only dark specks. 

The frisbee lands a foot behind you. You got to get it and hurl it between Taylor and Cam. The motor quiets, a low putter, and you find your gaze drawn back to the scene. You can't make it out but you have a weird feeling. 

As you stare out, the engine roars again. The small dot gets bigger and bigger, closer and closer. The jet-ski cuts up towards the shore, near enough that you feel the ripples but far enough not to be a hazard. You gasp as you see how your sad is draped over the front of the seat in front of Andy.  

You push through the water and yell out. Holy shit. As you get to the sand, you notice the red smeared over your father's silver hair. No.  

"What happened?" You shriek as Andy climbs up and grunts as he tries to haul your dad down to the ground. 

"Told him to slow down," Andy pants, "he wouldn't listen--" 

"Is he-- shit! Is he okay?" Your eyes glisten as your voice trembles. 

"Dad," Jacob comes up behind you. 

"Boys, go back to the house," Andy snarls. 

"Wait! What--" 

"Just listen. Go inside." He snarls and turns his attention back to you, "we gotta get him to the car." 

You can't think, you can barely see as tears rise with your panic and disbelief. It can't be real. There's so much blood. So much. 

"Dad," you quaver as you step closer. 

"Goddamnit, someone help me with him," Andy barks, "Taylor, you're strong. Get over here." 

You blink as time slows and the daylight blurs to obscure sounds and streaks. This is supposed to be a vacation. What's happening? 

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Naughty Hisoka Scenarios

Bro is a menace for real.

Upon first seeing you he feels something that manages to attract him and like a moth to a flame or a shark to blood... He invests his time in you for being interesting.

Him chasing you is like a game of cat and mouse especially because at first he does manage to keep a bit of his distance.

As you get closer though, having missions together, killing together, and so on so forth you finally catch on to his intent.

You give him a chance and the first time he has his way with you he spends damn near HOURS between your thighs, listening and humming as you'd jolt and cry

Has a thing for overstimulation, kissing, biting and sucking at your skin in the cruelest form of foreplay. He will definitely play with you like a predator tends to play with its food.

The way you whine and buck against his mouth makes him shiver and blush, eyes rolling back as you take hold of his hair.

Pull it, yank it, run your nails over his scalp.. really any form of 'affection' is enough to make his bite his lip and make his cock jump with excitement.

Does that thing at times where guys fuck you and then pulls out to rub the head of their cock over your twitching, throbbing entrance and he loves watching your eyes roll at it.

Loves listening to your noises when he touches you, you simply are just too cute.

He's a biter, though he may lick and suck and nibble on your skin as well and he does it carefully at first before it turns into him seeming like he actually wants to eat you whole

Don't tease him, bro definitely wants the smoke..

Honestly gets excited quickly and he can go for multiple rounds.

Interestingly enough he doesn't actually seem to go after anyone while he's with you, once he has his eyes set of someone he's usually set like that. He isn't one to jump from partner to partner if he actually wants someone

Rather dominant in bed but versatile, he will be rather excited if you manage to be the dominant one though. Pin him to the wall or grab his chin when he's talking too much and you'll have shivers rushing up and down his spine in no time.

Bro is literally feral, even if he's acting right and not downright jumping your bones it's always a thought that comes to mind whether he wants you immediately and wants to tease and take his time.

Loves physical affection from his partner(s), he'll even admit it if you ask him about it

"duh I love it, who wouldn't love being able to touch you all the time?" He says with chuckle while you flush and huff.

He knows just how to get under your skin and he learns quickly.

Are you ticklish? Do you get shy easily? Do you stare at him when you think he's not aware? Your fucked. Bro will come to the conclusion, might as well take it like a good boy/girl/pet.

He's fucking huge, his cock it literally no joke so don't hurt yourself Reader, take it slowly~

Has his moments where he just loves looking down at you while he touches and caresses your skin and when you eventually chuckle and ask him what he's doing hell simply hum innocently though you can literally feel his hardness resting in your back.

Honestly he's quite loyal. He doesn't like wasting his time so him choosing you is definitely a choice he made all on his own. It also means a lot because Hisoka can be rather bored with many people.

Knows how to use that mouth of his so don't think he won't use it. He'll eat you out as a punishment without hesitation.

Likes to spank your ass every time he's taking you from the back because he just can't help himself especially when it's shaking on his cock like that...

All in all, bro is definitely on demon time.

Idk 😶 just some thoughts I have on bro.

[dominimoonbeam]

The Truth in Your Skin - 9

The tattoo au! David/Darlin, Milo/Sweetheart, Asher/Huxley

tags: explicit content, nightmare about past abuse, hurt/comfort

The Truth in Your Skin - 9

They walked sloppy lines home on the sidewalk, the night glowing with snowfall and streetlights. Milo laughed, breath forming in the air when Sweetheart unfolded from under his arm, skipping a few steps forward and twirling, arms out. He snagged one wrist, pulling them into a dance.

The street was theirs.

Sometimes, with Sweetheart, it felt like the whole world was theirs. Just theirs.

“I’m sorry about Lasko,” Sweetheart said, a dreamy sigh on their voice as they pulled him along, still dancing but toward their apartment building.

Milo pushed his face into the side of their neck, breathing them in. “S’okay,” he admitted. “He looked so cute blushing between Gav and his friend.”

Sweetheart nodded agreement, turning in his arms just in time to lean back against the front door to their building. They blinked back at him, tipsy and smiling. “I hope you won’t be bored with just my company tonight.”

Milo studied their face like that, bathed in late night lamp glow and flecked with snowflakes. His hand found their hip, squeezing it before sliding up, under their coat and their shirt, to feel their skin. They gasped at his cold fingers, arching but not pushing him away. He grinned. “I could never get bored with you, Sweetheart. There’s no one else I’d rather be with.”

They blinked back at him, so clearly surprised by his words that he had to wonder what he’d said.

He went over them. No, nothing wrong there. Nothing they shouldn’t already know. He leaned in and captured their lips in a kiss. Their piercings clicked softly. Sweetheart grabbed at the front of his jacket, twisting the fabric in their hands and pulling as if they could possibly get any closer.

No, he was never going to get bored of them. Not ever.

Milo grabbed their thighs and they jumped up at the touch, reading his mind and wrapping their legs around his hips so that he could maneuver them into the building. They didn’t know it, but those little acts of trust drove him wild. The way they just blindly hung onto him, kissing and nibbling, while he got them inside and to the elevator, made his heart soar.

“I’m going to strip you down as soon as we’re inside the apartment,” he said in the elevator, feeling them squirm against him. “I’m going to take you apart, Sweetheart.”

The doors opened and he squeezed their ass, carrying them out into the hall.

They licked his ear, breathing against it in a way that made him almost drop his keys. “Not if I take you apart first.”

He groaned, unlocking the door.

Sweetheart unlatched from him, almost falling over when their legs weren’t as sober as their intentions, but quickly backpedaling into the apartment.

Milo laughed, tossing the keys and missing the bowl. He kicked the door shut and managed to get out of his jacket and lock the door without taking his eyes off them. They pulled off their sweater and their top in one move, tossing it into the living room before rushing him again, pushing his back against the door and kissing him hard. Their hands were at the front of his pants, working his belt open.

He shivered, hands on their naked arms, one gliding up to the side of their neck. They kissed him like they were hungry, nipping his bottom lip, and he groaned, a jolt riding down his spine to pelvis, rolling his hips forward to bump into them. They grinned against that kiss and his mind swam from more than just the liquor. Sweetheart wasn’t usually pushy. Mischievous, yes, absolutely. And they loved when he wound them up—when he got them to beg for more, for release—but this was different. This was them winding him up.

Milo surrendered to it gladly, breath hitching when they pushed his jeans down his hips and wrapped a hand around his aching erection. “Fuck…” he exhaled, rolling his hips again, thrusting into their grip and wishing it was their body. They bit his lip again and then broke the kiss. He caught the sharp edges of their grin in the near-dark apartment before they slid down to their knees.

Milo held his breath, hand in their hair, watching the shadows of their face near his sex and feeling their breath roll against his sensitive skin just before their hot tongue stroked him. He gasped and dropped his head back with a thump against the door when they rolled their tongue against piercings.

They’d gotten sound complaints before, from just about every apartment over, under, and beside them. They had a collection of passive aggressive notes left on the door or in their mailbox or even pinned to the lobby message board—all now stuck to their refrigerator with magnets.

Milo always felt a twinge of shame when he got the notes, but they were quickly washed away in the tidal wave of pride at having made Sweetheart shout in pleasure.

They swallowed him and he moaned deep in his chest, palming the back of their head and rocking his hips, fucking them. Their fingers pressed into his hip, holding on.

Sweetheart wasn’t the only one who made sounds. Milo grunted and gasped, already so close to release. He was usually better at holding out, at edging until they were both exhausted and shaking, but tonight he felt like he’d been riding that edge since they left work. He’d been thinking about getting home with his Sweetheart all day.

“Oh shit… fuck…” he gasped, so close.

Their hand pushed his hip and he immediately let go of their head, his chin dropping down to watch them jerk back. They released his cock, coughing.

Panic rushed up through his body like a million needles on his skin. “Sweetheart? Are you—”

They were on their feet, smiling and breathy, lips glossy from spit. They licked their lower lip, taking a step back from him and into the dark room.

Milo shivered, watching them unbutton their jeans and slide them off, kicking them away. Sweetheart stood there, naked in his apartment—in their apartment—staring right back at him with that twist of their mouth that told him everything he needed to know. Had he really thought he was getting off first? Had he really thought the night would be over that soon?

He pushed his own pants all the way down and stepped out of them. Sweetheart bit their lip, taking another step back, swaying. They were going to turn and run, down the dark hall toward the bedroom. They were going to run, just as soon as they were sure he knew to chase.

He palmed his erection, his whole body aching to touch them again.

He wasn’t sure which one of them moved first. Sweetheart turned with a high, nervous laugh and he bolted after them. It was a short run but his heart was pounding when he caught them up and tackled them onto the bed, buried in darkness and pinning them to the mattress. They laughed and squirmed and he kissed and nipped his way down their neck, to their shoulder, grinding against their ass until their breathy laughs had turned into breathy moans.

-

Darlin’s head smacked the hardwood. It echoed in their skull, echoed in every punch that came after. They couldn’t see anymore, couldn’t open their eyes or will themself to move, but they weren’t unconscious either. His breathing was ragged and loud. He hadn’t left. He wouldn’t leave, not this time, not after everything. This fight had been different. It had been worse and it had been final. Darlin had broken up with him. Oh god, if only it had been that simple. If only they hadn’t seen the horrible truth the moment the words came flying out of their mouth. He wasn’t going to let them go with words and knuckles.

Their mouth tasted like blood, their lip swollen where he’d ripped out the piercing. They shivered at the sound of his teeth clicking around the stud. It echoed too. Their body was a sounding chamber of violence now and they wondered if the sounds would ever escape—would ever stop.

The needle buzzed.

No.

He pulled them along the floor, into position.

Nonono.

Darlin woke with a jolt, like a shot had gone off and they were on their feet, only they hadn’t quite made it to their feet. They’d stumbled blind, hands up to protect their face like it hadn’t been ruined already.

Even when they opened their eyes, they squinted with one, body expecting it to be swollen shut.

Someone was in front of them. Someone big and reaching for them.

Darlin jerked back with a grunt, their shoulders hitting a wall and stopping their escape.

They swallowed, tasting blood that wasn’t there.

They heard his teeth on their long-gone lip stud and shuddered.

“Darlin,” he said, and it sounded like he’d said it a few times already. Another echo. God, why couldn’t that be one of the echoes in their head. His voice. So steady and deep. They dragged a deep breath, realizing then that they were gasping, heart slamming their ribs.

His hands were still out but not reaching anymore, a little to the sides now, like proof that they weren’t. Darlin blinked, vision focusing on his face. They realized he was shorter. He was bent, not just trying to be eye level but lower. There was a crease in his brow, the one he got when he was worried or going over the books.

Darlin exhaled hard, realizing what had happened. They were in his apartment. They looked at the couch and the mess of pillows and throw blankets they had dragged off the cushions when the scrambled to their feet. They tried to apologize but it came out thin and garbled. They pressed a fist against their side, hating the tears that pricked their eyes as the adrenaline buzzed through their skin, turning sick.

He shook his head slowly, another step closer but crouching lower. “You’re okay,” he said, like it was true. It sounded true when he said it in that voice. But they didn’t feel okay.

“I…” they tried to explain or lie or apologize but it came out strangled and weak. Darlin winced, closing their eyes and pressing a fist into their side. Why did this have to happen tonight? Here? In front of David? Their eyes burned behind their lids.

“You had a nightmare,” he offered them the explanation they were trying and failing to get out.

Darlin made a choking sound of agreement, forcing down and out another breath before opening their eyes again. He was still there. David.

“What do you need?” he asked, still so steady even when they could see the worry in his face—in that crease in his brow.

Darlin swallowed, looking away, looking around, looking anywhere but right at him because this was a completely different sort of nightmare.

His arm moved, his hand closer now, and they stared at it in confusion before they realized they’d moved first. Their own hand was hovering between their chest and his, like it was caught between reaching and pulling back. They didn’t remember doing that. They hadn’t meant to. His hand was closer to theirs, reaching back? Offering?

Fuck.

Darlin grabbed his arm, their fingers pressing against the perfect edges of tattooed peonies on his skin. He was solid and he was steady and their vision blurred with tears. “Fuck,” they ground out but pushed a step forward and into his chest.

David’s arms wrapped around them. Before this weekend, they would have been hard pressed to come up with the last time they’d been hugged. Now they were two days in a row.

“You’re making a habit out of this…” they whispered against his collar, breaths still shaky.

He palmed the back of their head, fingers rubbing at their scalp. “I can live with that.”

Darlin sighed. He made it so easy.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

They shook their head. They definitely did not. They would rather forget it if possible.

When the adrenaline flagged, their body realized it had been sleeping and exhaustion rolled back in.

They unraveled from him before they could fall asleep standing and scrubbed a hand over their face. “I’m sorry. What time is it? I should go.”

David frowned, that worried crease in his brow. “It’s like four in the morning.” He still had one of their hands in his, his thumb stroking across the back of their knuckles. “Stay.”

Darlin hesitated, heart heaving at the idea. Could they really?

He nodded like he sensed the thought. He looked tired too. “We’ll sleep in and then I’ll make us food. Stay.”

Darlin squeezed his hand. They were still holding hands. If they didn’t know better, they might think this was more than friendly. It couldn’t be.

A handful of years ago, Darlin would have made a move. They would have kissed this man, maybe pushed him up against a wall, or pulled him along into the bedroom. They knew it, but that didn’t change anything about the way things were now. They weren’t the same person. They didn’t smile the same or feel the same. And David was definitely just being nice. He cared about them. They were friends.

“Darlin?” he asked, concern in his voice.

Darlin nodded, hoping it was too dark for him to see them blushing. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds cool. Thanks.”

He visibly relaxed and turned, leading them down the hall.

Darlin looked at their hand in his. Skin and ink.

He led them into his bedroom but didn’t bother with the lights. He let go of their hand to drop onto the big bed, stretching out and already looking half-asleep. Darlin hesitated but he scooted over and blindly reached out for them. They were too tired to think clearly—too tired to overthink at all—so they took his hand and climbed onto the bed, dropping next to him and sighing at the perfect weight of his arm settling across them.

[the-fiction-witch]

Breed P5

Media IRL X SciFi

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster (Alien)

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Smut

Series Breed

Smut Full Sex /eating out/ moaning/ 'princess'/ biting/ clawing/ breeding kink

I sighed as Thomas climbed off me catching his breath, I had been here for what felt like months and everyday at least once he'd be here and we'd have sex. Honestly it had gotten pretty boring the moment I heard his feet on the stairs I'd just lay on my back, I'd even started reading during I was so bored of this. 

"How long do we have to keep doing this?" I asked

"Just till you get pregnant. Then we can stop for a while. I told you I had to break you in"

"Yes I just imagined it being far more interesting"

"Awww what you bored of my cock?"

"a little bit yeah" 

"I know. I mean it feels great but I'm kinda bored too. It's just till you get pregnant and you have your first breed. once that's done we can have more fun I promise" He says giving me a kiss before getting up and getting dressed again

"How long does it usually take to get pregnant?"

"It depends princess" he shrugs 

"How will I feel? when I'm pregnant?"

"You'll know" He smirked giving me another kiss "rest up and rest the seed oven" he cooes kissing my stomach 

"That's kinda a weird thing to say?"

"Your my breeder princess. accept that and you'll be a lot happier" he sighed "Look as soon as you have our first child, then you'll be broke in and we can actually start having fun, until then we are kinda stuck like this,"

"and if I don't get pregnant?"

"... then I send you home. Your no use as a breeder who can't breed" he says "Relax it won't be long, I promise once your pregnant we'll have something special okay"

"Okay,"

"Now. I have some work to do. have fun okay?"

"I will" 

I laid in bed rather bored mostly because it had been a day or two since Thomas had come to see me and I had oddly missed him

"Morning Princess" he cooes at the door

"Morning Thomas" I smiled as I sat up on my elbows 

"Awww don't you look delectable this morning" he smirked coming over and leaning on the bedpost 

"I haven't done anything since you were here last"

"Well maybe I've been bored stuck up with paperworks and a boring wife the last couple of days" He cooes "Making you look far better by comparison" 

"I do?"

"you always look better my little breeder" he growled kneeling on the bed with me

"Perhaps you shouldn't want any longer" I giggled 

"don't encourage me princess" he smirked holding my ankles and pushing them as far apart as possible, he undid his shirt and pulled it off, throwing it to the floor. He undid his pants letting them quickly kicked them off the bed. He glanced down at himself as he stood tall completely hard "Come on then princess." he smirked

"Yes, thomas" I blushed kissing the bottom of his stomach being careful not to catch his sensitive skin with my teeth between kisses "Missed me?"

"Of course I've missed my little princess," He smirked pushing me down flat on the bed he " let's see if your still as good as I remember" he smirked giving my stomach a kiss then down to my inner thighs, he pushed my legs open and buried his head between my legs kissing and nibbling on my clit

"Uhh! Thomas!" I gasped tugging on his hair

"Go on princess my name sounds so good coming out of your mouth," he growled clamping his lips around my clit licking and sucking me mercilessly "You scream a little louder maybe my bitch wife will hear you" 

"AHHH! Thomas!" I squealed pulling on his hair hard, making him pull back and lick across his lips

"Fuck you taste as good as I remember" He growled licking up my stomach and between my breasts, up to my neck biting and kissing my skin "Scream for me princess" moving down to grope and fondle my breasts moving to kiss and suck at my nipples

"Thomas stop it!" I giggled pushing him away

"Do you forget who owns you princess" He smirked "You're my breeder. I do whatever I want and you do as I say"

"but I-"

"What my little princess need something a little more.... invasive?"

"Ummm hum" I nodded

"alright you really have missed me princess" He growled and smirked hard took my hand softly giving my hand a soft little kiss and setting it on his cock, I smirked and stroked across him a few times before he pushed me away and came closer stroking my thigh before he pushed hilt deep inside me 

"Uhhh!"

"Yeah, you love me again all I had to do was leave you alone a day or two before for begging for my cock again" 

"Thomas Please!"

"You're Adorable" he smirked holding my hips as he moved thrusting fast and hard much more so the last night as now without the confines of the small mini around us, I arched my back off the bed whenever I felt the shock of pleasure from his hitting the perfect spots inside me, often times he would lean down and make out with me or bite and suck on my neck often times moaning when he heard me scream "Fuck" he groans burying his head in my neck as his hips moved mercifully the bed creaking and squeaking below us, I knew I was close it wouldn't be long before I hit my high often screaming and moaning in his ear, scratching my nails down his back "Come on princess, I wanna watch you fall apart for me" he smirked "Cry and scream like my cute little begging breeder"

"ahhhhhhh ahhhh ughhhhhh thomas" I smirked back moving my hips a little too

"Uhhh! fuck!" he groans getting faster and faster which causes me to hit my orgasm screaming in his ear and digging my nails into his back, he groans and monas letting me ride it out before he pulled out I was about to help him with my hand but I didn't need to as he almost instantly bit down on my neck hard as he burried his seed inside me "Fuck! I knew leaving you for a while would get you back how I love you" he cooes pulling out and stroking my cheek "no more pouty princess?"

"No"

"Good girl" he cooes giving my lips a kiss before climbing out of bed and re dressing 

"Uhh thomas?" I asked as I noticed how strange I felt all of a sudden

"Yeah?"

"nothing" I shrug

"You okay?"

"yeah just - nothing I'm fine"

"Alright, I have a meeting but I'll see you later okay?" he says getting his shirt on 

"Okay" I smiled 

"Good girl," He cooes kissing my head before he headed out

I sat on my balcony looking out across the red ocean rubbing my stomach, Thomas only left an hour ago but I felt so strange. It felt so weird like he was still inside me. like the feeling of his seed inside me never left me, like I had a pocket of air trapped within me that couldn't be moved no matter what I did and I had tried everything that could be imagined I even took a dip in the hot tub in hopes to solve this pain but nothing had worked. I grew more and more worried and even though I was convinced it was only my foolish imagination I felt like my stomach was swollen. Like my stomach had distended. 

but I forced it away and looked out to the sweet red sea until i felt this horrible cracking inside me like my hips shattering which caused my body to leap from the chair to the floor in pain screaming so loud it echoed across the cliffs

I tried to crawl inside but I found myself paralyzed with pain bright purple fluid ushing from me as the pain ripped though my body 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH THOMAS!" 

[hopelesswrites]

#1 FAN Rockstar!Eddie Au

part 2   

(part 1)

Warnings: Pure smut, language, use of toys, kinda sweet near the end

(Do we want a part 3?)

The whole drive back to Eddies hotel you both sat in the back seat practically glued to each other. Eddie had since discarded your seatbelt and had you on his lap, his hands roaming your body as your mouths connected in a heated and desperate kiss.

“How do you get more beautiful with each time I see you” Eddie mumbled against your neck as he nibbled and sucked on the skin just under your jaw. He liked to mark you, as obviously as possible so everyone knew you were his. Many Interviewers had questioned your relationship over the span of Eddies career, his response always saying you’re ‘his special girl’. It felt good to hear him praise you so highly, and claim you so intimately, but sometimes you just wanted the simple title of ‘girlfriend’. But you knew that day would never come, Eddie Munson lead singer of Corroded Coffin didn’t have girlfriends, he had groupies.

The car pulled to a halt and you both hopped out, Eddie after you as he held your waist and directed you inside the building. A couple paparazzi were waiting outside and captured more photos of the two of you entangled in each others arms, this was sure to stir some drama between the fans of the band and Eddies other groupies around the country. You had gotten into a fight with another girl Eddie had been seeing in Florida, she didn’t understand the nature of the relationship Eddie had with girls and claimed you to be a homewrecker, Eddie said later that he had dropped her, too clingy. After that you began to feel a bit more conscious of how attached you got to your rockstar, he clearly wasn’t interested in commitment, and you didn’t want to be dropped like that girl was.

Once you were both in Eddies hotel room you took the time to admire the more lavish accommodation he had this time around, it was definitely an upgrade to the last hotel. He had a big city view with large expensive curtains draped over the floor to ceiling windows, a big king bed in the middle of the room with beautiful satin sheets and a big mirror resting at the foot of the bed.

“Had to go all out for my girl” Eddie said wrapping his arms around you while you took in the expanse of the room.

“Eddie this must have cost a fortune” You gasped, noticing now yet another mirror on the ceiling above the bed. This was clearly a honeymoon suite, and Eddie had taken the time to think about that when booking this room.

“I’m big time now baby, I’ve got the money, and you deserve the best” Eddie placed a gentle kiss to your temple before dragging you over to the bed.

“I got you a present actually” he said walking over to his suitcase and pulling out a pink bag with a pretty little bow wrapped around the handle. “Go on, tell me what you think” Eddie winked as he handed you the bag. Inside was a beautiful black set of lingerie. You observed the delicate lace of the top and the skimpy detailing of the bottoms.

“Eddie, you didn’t have to” You gasped, noticing how high end the brand was, you usually liked to dress nice for him, but this was almost too nice.

“I did, you always come to me in those pretty little sets, you shouldn’t have to pay for them” Eddie stared down at you a hungry look in his eyes, his lip between his teeth. “Plus, I think you’ll look sexy in this one”  

You announced you were going to go change and for Eddie to stay seated on the bed until you got back. You felt Eddies eyes bore into you as you sauntered away from him and into the bathroom. The set really was stunning, and you felt hot in it, you knew it would drive your man crazy.

As you exited the room you noticed that Eddie had reclined on the bed, leaning on his elbows for support. He licked his lips once his eyes landed on your standing in the doorway.

“Come here and give me a spin” Eddie said lowly, his eyes darkening with lust. Just the sight of him soaking you in left wetness at your heat, you could practically read Eddies perverted mind in this moment, not one thought being a mystery to you.

You walked over to the man and spun around pausing a moment so he could get a good look at your ass.

“Like what you see?’ You asked as you crawled up on top of him, hovering your face over his.

“Fucking love it”

Eddie leaned up and connected your lips again, this time more passionate. His hands grabbed your legs, pulling you down onto his waist, you could feel the hardness in his jeans already. His lips trailed down the base of your neck before connecting to the skin above your collar bone, sucking and biting hard to leave a large mark, his signature mark on you.

“Eddie please don’t tease me” you whined beginning to grind down on him to feel any sort of release at your core.

“It’s half the fun though” Eddie responded, grabbing you by the hair and pulling your head back to allow him better access to your throat. He continued his assault on your neck while you rode his thigh, coming to your high. Eddie stopped suddenly and pushed you off, laying you down on the bed, the lack of contact leaving you feeling desperate.

“Not so fast sweetheart, I want to take it all in, let me see you” He got up and admired you sprawled out on his bed.

“Please Eddie, just fuck me” You whined, not interested in entertaining his little game.

“Uh-uh, not so fast, we’re playing by my rules tonight, I want to take it slow, get you all worked up first” Eddie tutted. He walked back over to his suitcase and pulled something small out, he hid it in his palm as he slowly walked back over to you on the bed.

“Let’s see this pretty little pussy yeah?” Eddie whispered. He had to swat your eager hand away from your panties so he could slowly drag them down himself, the pace agonising.

You spread your legs in anticipation, Eddie ran a hand up and down your leg completely ignoring where you needed him most. You heard the sound of buzzing emit from Eddie between your legs before the feeling of vibration run up your thigh. Eddie had placed a small vibrator on your leg, sending shock waves down to your core, but still he ignored your most desperate part. You squirmed underneath Eddie as he ran the vibrator over your public bone and over your other thigh, running it back up so close to your entrance then back down your leg.

“Please please please” You started to quietly beg, the pain of not getting any kind of release clouding your mind.

“Patience sweetie” Eddie cooed before ever so slightly resting the tip of the vibrator on your clit. The vibrations shot through your body making you jerk up but Eddies other hand held you down, keeping you a safe distance from the device so it would only barely offer you any pleasure.

“You’re doing so well, you’ll get to come don’t worry”

Eddie suddenly increased the pressure, the feeling of the vibrations making you let out a loud moan, as your body jerked into Eddies hand. He increased the speed of the device leaving you a moaning mess on the sheets, you couldn’t keep up with your own body’s reaction as your orgasm came too quickly, yet Eddie didn’t stop. His other hand came down rubbing at the wetness around your entrance before pushing two fingers in immediately, knowing you don’t care much for just one finger.

“Jesus Christ, you’re soaked” Eddie mumbled as he began to pump his fingers in and out sending you into another frenzy of moans.

“Eddie I’m going to come again” You all but gasped as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, harder than before.

“Come on my fingers baby” Eddie encouraged as your high built up to its limit and you were convulsing around him.

“That’s a good girl” Eddie cooed, riding out your high with his fingers, the vibrator now turned off as you had become way too overstimulated.

Eddie leaned down and peppered kisses over your flushed face, “Ill give you a minute” he whispered before continuing his assault on your neck, his hands roaming your chest, rubbing at your sensitive skin while you caught your breath from the previous two orgasms.

“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on; you know that?” Eddie whispered in your ear. You could ear the jingle of his belt as he was pulling his pants down, but you were still too blissed out to respond.

You watched Eddie sit up and rip the shirt he was wearing over his head, you admired his body through blurry vision, it seemed like he had gotten a couple more tattoos. You didn’t get much time to think about it before you felt Eddie at your entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll be seeing stars” he growled, pumping his cock, you wanted to mention you were already seeing stars, but he grabbed you by the waist and lined himself up.

You braced your sensitive body to feel the familiar warmth of Eddie inside you as he pushed himself in, the stretch of his cock feeling most like a relief, you had missed him so much. He took a moment to let you adjust to his size, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. Eddie began to move, sweet mewls leaving his mouth quietly as he began his thrusts, this was a different side of Eddie, different from the man with his fingers deep in your cunt moment before, he was gentle and vulnerable, it felt good.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as your bodies moved with each other, each trust getting deeper and more desperate, you knew he wasn’t going to last long, never did when he insisted on the torturous foreplay. Eddies thrusts got faster and his breath got hotter as he desperately chased his own high, you felt yourself coming undone under him for the third time tonight.

“Eds I’m so close” You warned as the man above picked up his pace, face buried in your neck, hot breathe fanning your skin, your combined sticky sweat gluing you two together. You couldn’t help but think how much more intimate this felt to any other time you and Eddie had fucked, even previous times doing missionary, it was never this passionate or romantic.

“I want to come with you, can you hold on?” Eddie said desperately as he rode you both to your highs. You frantically nodded as your only response knowing you were both there together anyway, you felt the coil twist, your hands tangled in Eddies hair, and you pulled him impossibly close and your orgasm released, you watched above you at the mirror, as Eddie had engulfed himself around you, moments later you felt Eddie stiffen above you and his hot release fill you, you not taking your eyes off the man in the mirror coming undone above you.

He collapsed into you as you both caught your breathe, he had you seeing stars alright, but it was different. It was more of an overwhelming emotion, this kind of intimacy was different for you, and it was all brought on by the man you loved.

“Fuck Eddie” you said in a deep breathe. Eddie clucked, still buried in your neck, an odd placement for him, he almost seemed timid.

“Sorry I got a little clingy there” Eddie whispered as he pulled out. He was looking everywhere but at your face, your chest, your legs, his legs, he looked nervous.

“It was nice, I liked it, best orgasm of my life” You chucked.

Eddie looked down at you, a goofy smile on his face. “So, you’re saying I should fuck you like that more?” You laughed quietly, “You’re the rockstar you can fuck me however you like” You noticed Eddie frown at that comment.

“it’s not just about me though”

You looked at Eddie curiously, about to ask what he meant when you noticed something on his left hip bone, it was a small tattoo, one you didn’t notice admiring him before, but it was of a name.

Your name.

“Hey Eddie, what’s that?” You asked, poking the spot on his hip. The man looked down, a look of horror on his face.

“Oh shit” He looked back at you “I was drunk, sorry, it was a mistake, a dare” he was rambling, you smiled adoringly at the man trying to make up excuses for himself. You were ecstatic absolutely over the moon with happiness, because the man you were in love with had tattooed your name on his hip, it looked like a home job, it was crooked and in his handwriting.

“it’s cute” Was all you said before hopping up and heading into the bathroom for a shower.

[ashestospace-fics]

The Brothers reacting to their s/o with a bitting kink

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi,Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

Part 2

Reader: Gn

Masterlist

R:NSFW

Lucifer

This is one of the things he didn't see coming as he started dating you. Especially when you two got intimate, he notices how heavily your body will start to pant and pull him closer to your neck when he started to trail kisses down your warm skin.

Each twitch and whine had him quirking his brow until he gave the bit of skin connecting your shoulder and neck a small bite. The heavenly moan that left your lips and the grip on his hair made him quickly put two and two together really fast.

It's an ego bust for him only because of how high your voice gets, as well as the occasional marks he leaves behind every time he gets out of hand with your begging for him to keep biting you.

Mammon

A big mixture of getting flustered and excited when he finds out that you have a biting kink. He'll be having one of those jealous fits in where he's kissing you all over your face and neck because you weren't paying attention to him. you get a little desperate/frustrated for him to do a little more than just give you sloppy kisses.

"Can you just bite me or something already" you blurt out. He stops in his tracks as his head shot up to look at you flustered. "W-what? Are you serious? Don't play with me like that you h-" you'll cut him off tugging his collar, not really wanting to hear a lecture. "No, really, bite me"

His very shaky before he caves in, finding out later that marking your neck is something he can rub on his brother's later.

Levi

He practically glitches out of existence when you brought it up randomly. You were checking out his teeth as he played, already a little annoyed that you were sticking your fingers in his mouth.

But come on, look at those chompers. "Hey Levi, can you like, bite me?" He stops his game as his head slowly turns to you as if to check if he heard you right. "W-what?!" Screams a little too loud out of surprise. "Come on just a little nibble?" You insisted, his face growing red super quickly.

It takes a lot of him to regain his breath and senses before he even answers. Gets super embarrassed and flustered when you get easily turn on by a simple bite. Especially if you mumble how good it feels.

Satan

Weirdly enough he found out while you two were arguing. Somehow every heated discussion or disagreement you two have ended up with an angry make-out section that goes south.

So the kicker he got out of you when he bites down on your neck hard after a snarky remark. Your back arching back as a moan passes your lip. Hand flew so fast to cover your mouth as you both look at each other.

Satan stop, his face going red in disbelief but growing hot and bother at how much he loved that reaction. Let's say that from now on, each time you two end up arguing. You always end with a few marks and a mess after he found a way to win the argument. Might be taken advantage of how easily you fall apart with a few simple bites.

Asmo

You almost wish he never found out seriously. He found out that's what gets you started and bothered, and he'll tease you every second before he even gets to bury his teeth into your skin.

He was trying to be sweet and innocent really before he found out, covering your face in kisses as he holds into your hands. Cute praises and compliments falling out of his lips as he cuddles you from behind. He swore he just took a little chomp off your shoulder to be playful but your reaction to it was completely the opposite.

"oh?~ did that felt good y/n? You want me to do it again?" Finds a way now to bite you every time he gets a chance. You find it weird how gentle his bites are too, it's a weird mixture cause you almost feel no pain at all but it might be his powers.

Beel

Poor baby, he thought he hurt you when he bites you by accident. Started freaking out more when you wouldn't move from the spot in the bed as you cover from him. He legit had to pull you up to look at your flustered face as you tried regaining your breath.

You two were watching a movie in your room, and he kept trying to steal your popcorn from your bowl. And this was the few times you were saying no to sharing. He tried reaching for it which ended with you two pushing each other trying to get him away from the bowl as he tried bitting and getting the food from your hand. Which he ended up missing and biting your neck instead.

You let out a surprised moan, and as soon as it left your mouth both of you stop. He didn't get to see your face as your body drops to the mattress. "Y/n, y/n are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it! Y..y/n?" God when he saw your face and how heavy you were breathing, that just made him 10 times more hungry now. you never saw anyone get hard so fast.

Belphie

A cocky little shit when he finds out, also a huge tease about it. He just caught you staring into his mouth every time he talks and had his suspicions but didn't say anything about it for a while. Well, that is until he got bored and you two were hanging out.

About to take your usual nap together, he pulled you in closer to cuddle up to you. Arms wrapped around your waist as he presses his nose on the crook of your neck. He picked up how your breathing slowed down, hands rubbing together as he nuzzles in closer to the warmth of your neck. He didn't even start with a simple little kiss, he just straight up bite you. He was just testing you, he didn't think you'll actually arch into him and let out a loud whimper off his name.

But God did he love the reaction. "Oh? Did you like that? How long were you gonna just stare at my mouth until I bite your skin" sloppy licks and suck between each bite. Depending on his mood, the difference in how hard his bites are.

[33roda]

Kaeya X Dom!Reader <3

tags: tiddy sucking (m!receiving), butt fingering, (m!receiving), brat taming kinda, gn!reader I think !!

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Yet another exhausting Abyss Order attack, finally over with.

It was a quite difficult one at that, having required a whole army of knights at the gates of Mondstadt, so Kaeya invited the team to a drink at Angel's Share, out of all places. Even after all the energy that used up, he's still in the mood for drinks?

Well, that didn't matter anyway, because either way, you would've been forced to go either by Kaeya or by Lisa. You sat quietly next to Kaeya, listening to him chat with the other knights.

"Ah, another success.. Of course, we couldn't have done it without our Honorary Knight here," he chatted, sounding as sarcastic as ever. "You truly are a new storm after all."

He rested his hand on your shoulder while holding up his third glass of sparkling wine of the night, chuckling at how Amber was already tipsy after one sip of beer. Jean held her up, furrowing her eyebrows tightly, looking for where Lisa went. Probably off to flirt with the new naive bartender. Everyone's enjoying their time here while she had to babysit Amber and Lisa?

"Of course, Y/N. It is truly an honor to celebrate this with our new Honorary Knight." she stumbled as she continued holding up Amber and wiping her drool with napkins, her slurring drowned out by the noises in the background. You let out a polite smile, showing your appreciation to everyone on the table.

"Thank you, Grand Master. It was a pleasure working with you today." The table was awkward. Too formal, too stiff, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind it, just smirking and slowly sipping on his wine. You almost started wondering and fantasizing about when it'd be time to leave, but as soon as you thought of that, you felt Kaeya's hand slide off your shoulder and started gently caressing your thighs. Ah, expected. Of course there had to be an ulterior motive to his invitation, not that you minded. Taking advantage of the loud, distracting chatter in the background, he ducked his head next to your ear just enough so you could feel his hot breath against it.

"You sure look bored, Y/N. Quite rude of you to not respect etiquette," he whispered against your ear and chuckled. "I have something more fun for you later. Meet me outside the bar once the rest leave."

Ha. Finally, something interesting this night. You had nothing to lose anyway, so why not entertain his request? his actions motivating you to just get the night over with, you try to be more friendly with Jean to lessen the tenseness in the air, her unaware of the touching and groping exchanged between you and Kaeya underneath the table.

Lisa would never seem to return, and Jean eventually got tired of the Outrider hiccuping and slurring on her words next to her, deciding it was best for everyone to just go home. Exchanging goodbyes to everyone, Kaeya escorted them outside, looking back and shooting you a wink and a smug smile before leaving the tavern. Oh what you'd do to wipe that smug smile off his face, and you'd be sure to do just that tonight. You started packing up your stuff, taking your sweet time with it, thinking about how you're keeping The Cavalry Captain waiting. You can already picture how he'll be squirming and begging to be touched.. What a pretty sight, you thought, as you exit the tavern door to be greeted with silence for a second; then the husky voice of a grumpy-looking Kaeya.

"Took ya long enough, Honorary Knight," he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an excuse or an apology, getting a figurative slap in the face when he got teasing instead.

"Oh, so sorry, Captain, did my touch make you so needy in there you couldn't wait for a few minutes?," you cooed, giving him as much of a smug smile as he was giving you earlier.

"Hm," he scoffed. Resistance? from a new knight like you? that's new. He was known to be irresistible, to both men and women, being all dolled up with his fancy fur and chains. At least he still has you in his hands, he thought.

Thank Barbatos the streets were empty ‒ if anyone saw you leading the Captain to your house in the dead of the night, the rumours would not sound pretty for either of you. But rumours were the least of your concerns, being in your room with Kaeya holding you against the wall and leaning down to whisper in your ear as you twirled his ponytail in your fingers from behind.

"Getting you here was easier than expected, Y/N," he taunted, "I'm starting to think you've wanted this for some time."

"In your dreams," you looked up at him. To be honest, he was a very attractive man - looking down at you with half lidded eyes and that smirk that never seemed to fade. He shot down to kiss you, but it was too early, you thought. He had to earn it. You grabbed his ponytail, forcing him to throw his head back and expose his pretty little neck to you. His eyes going wide as you started tracing circles on his exposed chest - now that was a sight to appreciate. Funny, he's the captain yet his skin felt smooth and silky against your calloused hands.. now you understand why he liked showing it off so bad. Switching hands to grab him by the face, you snickered, "It seems like you've been the one planning this, Sir Kaeya. Actually, how about you let me be your master tonight, hm?"

"You think it's that easy? Insulting of you, Y/N," you raised an eyebrow at the disobedience, even with your hands grabbing his cheeks, his words coming out slurred. Should've expected that from a smug fuck like Kaeya. "Prove yourself to me."

"You really are a brat. Not surprised, honey." you said, letting go of his cheeks and immediately diving into his chest to lick and suck at it, leaving it with red and purple bruises. Sliding your fingers across his wet chest and under his shirt, you flicked his nipple with your thumb before squeezing it, feeling him shudder standing in front of you. "What's wrong? can't handle it? need to lay down?" you didn't even let him finish before shoving him down into the bed, impressing him with your sudden strength. Giggling, you pinned his wrists down next to his head. "Just let me have my fun with those pretty tits of yours." Surprisingly, he didn't complain - instead, he just bit his lip and turned his head to the side, allowing himself to be touched. "Such a good boy, really,"

"Th-this is just a one time thing, Y/N, don't get your hopes up," he stuttered out between little gasps and squirms, "I promise you, I'll be stuffing you full tonigh- ngh!" he choked, feeling you move his shirt to the side and start lapping at his nipple. If he wasn't hard before, he sure as hell is now. Riling him up was easier than expected - although he'd never admit that. You continued nibbling at him, feeling his hardness underneath his pants on your stomach. Poor Kaeya, getting hard just from this?

"Sensitive, are we?" you commented between licks. "No wonder you love showing off your chest so much. Makes me think how you'd like showing the rest of you off?"

"You'd love to see that, huh?" he remained smug.

"Why yes, I would, Captain," you purred. You started unbuckling his belt and stripping him all the way down to his underwear, leaving so much more area for you to lick, kiss, and just ruin. "Such a pillow princess. Are you like this with everyone else?"

"N-no!" he exclaimed, looking insulted. "Just strip me already, Y/N." Honestly, it was pretty funny how he tried to mask his horniness, even with his dick as hard as ever under you, face flushed and breathing heavily.

"I'm not stripping you unless you call me your master. And if you strip yourself," you held up his chin with your fingers, "I'll just leave you here, naked and horny, with no pleasure at all. Your choice, Kaeya."

"Master.. please, please strip me - I need more, anything, please," he sounded like he was about to cry. How adorable, his pride crumbling right before him, all just so he could have your touch..

"Good boy."

You pulled down his tight blue underwear down to his ankles, freeing his oh-so-pretty cock. He was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, his dick would be useless to you tonight. "How pretty," you hummed, tracing every vein with your fingers, feeling every throb. "You want more, don't you? I want to hear you beg for more."

"More, please, I n-need you to touch me master, please," gasping, he tried rutting against your hand, rubbing himself on you, anything - but failing. "I want it so bad,"

Having the Cavalry Captain being your little bitch wasn't so bad after all. Laughing at his little whines and pathetic attempts to get off on your hand, you grabbed him and started pumping gently, watching his reactions in pure amusement. His usually striking eyes shut closed, eyebrows tight, his mouth wide open - it was all a sight to behold. Groans and whimpers filling the room, he continued trying to thrust harder into your hand, chasing his release. But baby, he had no idea the plan was entirely different than he thought.

He really thought it was just a bit of teasing, then you'd make him cum with your hands, or fuck you tight. But you stopped pumping him, leaving him whining and begging for more, a look of pitiful disappointment on his face. It almost made you feel bad.

"It's not gonna be that easy, pretty boy," you slapped his thighs, "legs up for me baby."

"H-huh?" he looked genuinely confused, still in a daze from the sudden disappearance of your hand on his cock. Not letting him waste any time, you lifted his legs all the way up by yourself.

"Can't even take orders?" you smacked his ass, making it jiggle and let out that filthy noise. You were impressed how loud it was, honestly. "What would the other knights think seeing you like this, Kaeya? maybe you want them to hear you get fucked? see you all spread out for your master?" Not even giving him a chance to respond, you shoved your fingers in his mouth, he could only hum little "mmphs" and nods in your direction. "I never knew our Captain would be such a slut," you watched in amusement as he coated your fingers in drool, looking up at you in desperation. "I'll give you exactly what you want." smiling at him, you rubbed your saliva-coated fingers against his hole for a few seconds before shoving a finger in to prep him. He wanted more, evidently, by the way he kept humping down against your finger with hesitant moans.

"Y-You're doing it all wrong," he slipped off your fingers with heavy breaths, "let me show you how it's done, master," You raised an eyebrow, and as soon as you were gonna grab him by his throat and punish him, he spread himself out even further with his hands, looking to get a reaction out of you. It was his first time doing this with someone else, but he's definitely fucked himself in front of a mirror before. Who wouldn't love to watch his body like that, anyway?

Shoving two fingers inside himself, he started looking for his spot, erratically humping the air looking for more stimulation, anything; but the most you'd do is stroke his thighs with a smile on your face, teasing him even further. He was obviously just trying to put on a show for you, make you watch him stretch himself out and look at him make the most erotic faces for you - he'd even make sure the whole of Mondstadt heard him get fucked, as if he wasn't gonna wear your hickeys like an award in front of the other knights tomorrow. Watching him fuck in and out of himself, listening to the filthy noises his ass made; you couldn't help but cross your legs a little. "Do you like it, master?" he whimpered.

"I know what you're doing, prince," you answered, "trying so hard to get more.. such a desperate bitch, don't you think?" he nodded in agreement. "Well, since you've been so good.." turning him over, you pushed his face down into the bed. He was already arching his back for you - his pretty hole all wet and ready to get fucked. "You'll still have to work for it, though," you laughed, hearing him groan in protest into the bed. Gently pushing your digits into him, you ordered, "Fuck yourself on my fingers, Kaeya."

Immediately obeying, he pushed himself back onto your fingers, dick flailing under him, sobbing and begging for you to just fuck him yourself - maybe if he obeyed for a little, you'd finally do it? "Such a good boy. And to think you wanted to fuck me?"

You wouldn't let go until you found his spot, curving your fingers towards his navel, making his legs give out from all the pleasure - the Captain was simply a doll in your hands to play with. Even when his legs gave out, only then would you finally fuck him yourself, his tears staining your bed alongside his cum. Fucking his spot even when your arms got tired, you had to make him cum again. His moans getting more and more high-pitched with every fuck into him, squirming and grinding his ass against you, he finally came again with a throaty moan filling the room. You pulled out of him and gave his ass a quick smack, letting him take his breath before turning over to face you. His cum all over his stomach and chest was a sight to remember, dick twitching, his face blushy and pretty lips open gasping.

Sliding your fingers across his chest, you picked up some of his cum and put it near his mouth, waiting for him to put his tongue out to lick it. He did just that, making eye contact with you, and even holding your wrist in place so he could lick it all up. "Good puppy."

He'll definitely be limping around the other knights tomorrow.. Not that he minded. He'll absolutely be teasing you again at the Knights of Favonious headquarters, anyway.

[riskybeep2]

•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙  A little bit of Rinne brainrot, I just think a lot about him

•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙  Pairing: Rinne x gn!reader

•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙  Fluffy drabble

•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙  Word count: 832

Oh, to go on a date night with Rinne. The arcade and the movies are the first things that come to mind. Thankfully, you have your favorite places.

Watching a movie with Rinne would be an adorable time.

As soon as you settle down, he lifts up the arm of the seat that separates you two, pushes the popcorn box into your arms and wraps his own around your shape as he slumps onto you, faces squished together. Rinne is definitely a clingy lover, he likes feeling you close to him, it fills him with comfort.

You barely move throughout the movie, too warm and comfortable in his embrace. Although when the weight of his head becomes too crushing, you will wiggle your way out to rest on his chest.

Because of his big hands and mindless movements, he tends to grab handfuls of popcorn at a time and doesn´t stop until the box is empty. So you have made a rule for the both of you; you are the designated popcorn distributer, alternating between eating some yourself and feeding him.

Sometimes he will nibble your fingers or lick or kiss them, just to get a reaction out of you, which in turn, earns him a smack to the chest.

The low vibrations in his chest when he snickers at a funny scene.

The speeding up of his heartbeat during an intense scene.

His deep, shaky breaths while he tries to keep it together during a sad scene.

Usually, unless he is utterly engrossed in whatever you might be watching, he will caress your hair, rub your shoulder, and give you little pecks on your cheek. He simply cannot keep himself still for too long, and it shows. Sometimes he might even tease you by lightly grabbing your chin and turning you to face him, only for him to give your forehead a playful lick. He receives another smack to the chest.

Once you leave the theater, you walk, hand in hand, looking for a place to eat, drink, or towards your favorite arcade. While walking, Rinne enjoys swinging his arm back and forth, the pull making you jerk forward and backwards in turn, given the size difference. Sometimes, when he is feeling extra clingy, he will keep his arm thrown lazily around your waist or shoulders.

In the arcade, though, he lets you lead the way, allowing you to choose your favorite games, but being as competitive as ever when it comes to beating you and getting as many tickets as he can.

Of course, you have to keep him from diverting to the pachinko machines when he spots them. Pulling him and trying to keep his attention on you. All the while he whines dramatically. It happened once though, one time you did spend a good hour sitting, bored from playing arcade games by yourself after he told you he would be only doing a couple of rounds in this new machine. And not to mention you don’t have the money to afford his gambling addiction once the funds for your date have run out.

He also likes the claw machines, a bit too much, which came as a surprise the first time he got invested in one.

What you didn’t know was that he had noticed the way you kept looking at a particular plushie of one of your favorite animals. At that moment, he decided he wanted to win you said plushie, of course, he would not tell you that, instead he covered up saying he wouldn’t let a machine beat him, assuring you he knew how they worked. Cue him spending way more than he needed to before the claw finally dropped the cute plushie into the box. Your bright smile and the sparkle in your eyes made him feel all warm inside. Yes, it was worth it. For you.

Rinne secretly loves the praise you give him when he does something cool. The ego boost is much more effective when it comes from you. The triumphant look on his face when he gets a high score in a game or wins a prize in the claw machine is something he cannot hide, especially when you look at him full of love and admiration.

That’s why, since then, every time you go to the arcade, Rinne puts extra effort in winning you whatever plushie he sees you looking at with particular interest or enthusiasm. He would never tell you this, but he has built a habit of saving pennies whenever he can, so he can make sure to win you as many plushies you want.

To you, Rinne is a chaotically clingy, whiny and overall adorable boyfriend.

Rinne is a sweetheart. He likes you so much, too much. He would do anything to see your smile, the smile you only show to him when he spoils you or does something genuinely nice.  And he wouldn’t change you for the world. As you mean the world to him.

[jaemsun00]

NCT Mark + 00Line When you come home drunk and horny

This is mature content, not much graphic details though. Read at your own risk :)

- MARK

As soon as he heard your going out on a girls night, he was planning ahead. He has dealt with your drunk ass to many times to count. So it was no surprise when you came home giggling over absolutely nothing. Mark thanked your friend who acted as the mother tonight, taking you out of her hands. “Good luck with her” she nodded before going back to the car with some more drunk girls.

“Mark!” You shouted, right in his ear at that. “Hi. Quite your voice down please” he whispered, worried you would wake his house mates up. Which you did but... “I missed you. So so much” your words were jumbled but it still made some sense.

“You saw me less than three hours ag- what are you doing” his voice was now high pitched as your hand traveled down south. “I missed you” Mark has never dealt with you like this, usually you would come home and pass out, this has never happened.

“Okay yeah Uh your hand is” he still held onto you as you placed your right hand right where a certain something was growing. “You missed me too” you chuckle to yourself but Mark awkwardly pushes you away.

“Your drunk. Let’s go clean you up” he nodded to the stairs but you scoff. “Let’s go to the couch and do something else” you sing out, strolling your way towards the grey sofa you helped pick out a few months prior. “No baby, come on” he grabbed onto your arm to pull you gently.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” Your straightforwardness made Marks eyes widen, a bit to wide actually. “Your being-“ “why not?” You whine, flinging your arms around like a child. “Your drunk and I’m not taking advantage of your state” “but I’m asking you” Mark sighed before grabbing at your arm again. “I don’t care, come on let’s get you cleaned up” once he finally had you walking semi straight, he let out a loud sigh.

- RENJUN

You were bored, and your boredom led to you drinking almost a whole wine bottle in a span of an hour. Renjun was late home so you just kept drinking. wine and you never really got along, You being a light weight and all. As soon as you heard your code being put in, you got excited. Fixing your posture as you heard his shoes being kicked off.

“I’m home” he sung out, words quickly seized as he saw the way you were lying on the couch. “Hi” he smiled, ridding of his jacket as he also got excited. That until he saw the half empty wine bottle on the little table beside you. “Hiiii” you wave seductively at him, your legs opening a bit more to show him what exactly he was missing.

“Yeah Hi. Your drunk?” He stood tall, the excitement leaving his body as he knew he can’t do anything with you in this state. “What makes you think that?” You whine, completely not in the right state to even be awake right now.

“The bottle, not to mention the red mark around your lips. I’m gonna go for a shower” he sighed, picking his jacket back up and start his mission to the bathroom. “I’ll come just a- ow” your cry made him turn back to you. You’ve fallen of the couch.

“No your not. Come on let’s go get your teeth brushed” he held out a hand for you to take but instead you slapped it away. “If I can’t shower with you what’s the point in getting up” “your being a child, you’ll feel better in the morning”

- JENO

“Your girl is getting a little... too handsy don’t you think?” Jaemin nodded towards a drunk you, who kept your hands all over your boyfriend. Jeno nodded, removing your hand form his crotch. “Welcome to the world of a drunk ____” he joked before turning to kiss your lips like you whispered for him to, among other things of course

Jaemin just nodded, clearly uncomfortable with you feeling up his friend right infront of him. “I think we might head home” Jeno stood up, a hand on your back as you followed. “Yeah yeah let’s go home” all the people at the table looked towards you two with knowing eyes. Jeno shook his head “sleeping, we are going home to sleep” he said turning to look down at you who was wearing a pout.

“Sleep? Ooo you wanna do it in the car??” You ask eagerly, already ridding of your -Jenos- jacket. “No no. Come on” he grabbed both your wrist to stop your wondering hands which knew their way to the place you wanted.

Jeno reckons this car ride was the hardest. Your hand rubbing along his crotch every other second. You trying to nibble on his neck, it was far to distracting.

Finally pulling up at the apartment complex, he grabbed your hand. “If your not to bad tomorrow we will begin this” he pointed between you two before unlocking the car doors. “I’ll come around, stay there”

- HAECHAN

“Your girlfriends drunk”

“Of course she is. So your gonna let her stay at your house right?” Haechan was joking, well your best friend hoped he was. “Your hilarious, come and get her” she snapped the last part, Haechan sighed hearing your drunk calls for another of your friends. “I reckon it’s your turn to babysit. Thank you” “if your not hear in 5 fucking minutes, lee Hacehan. I promis-“ “okay okay. I’ll be there”

He kept to his word, being there in amount of 3 minutes thanks to the club being close and the traffic was short. “Where is the drunk lady” he pulled up, three of your friends held you back from vomiting your guts up. “I don’t own her” Hacehan shook his head as he saw you, but he still got out to help you.

“Hiya baby” you mumble, grabbing at his cheeks to squish them. “Mmm your hair is wet, why?” He asked ruffling your drenched hair. “Girly thought it was fun to have a water fight with herself in the bathroom” your best friend spoke up, patting Haechan on the back before bidding a goodbye.

“You wanna know what else is wet?” You whispered into his ear making him almost chock on nothing. “Your scalp” he smiled before helping you to the passenger side of his car. “Nope lower” Haechan closed his eyes as he finally got you to sit properly on the seat.

“Well that’s sounds like a you problem” he smiled, leaning over to grab at your seatbelt. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, knowing how that usually gets him going. “If it’s a me problem, I might aswell fix it right now” you smile once he plugs you in.

Hacehan shook his head. “Your to drunk sweetie. You won’t even know where anything is” he joked before hoping into his side. “I don’t like you like this. Where is the other Hacehan? The one who will gladly touch me?” The boy nodded, with a smile.

“He is still here. But he can’t exactly- do what you want right now. Tomorrow night is a different story though” 

- JAEMIN

Jaemin sat on the couch, ignoring your calls of his name. It’s been two hours since you yelled at him for waking you up early. An hour since you decided to down three vodka drinks. Twenty minutes since you begged for him. But he has ignored you, even though it was hard.

“Jaemin” you whined walking into the living room to see him. “Your ignoring me! I did nothing” he could hear the pout in your voice but didn’t dare to look at you, knowing he would give in if he saw it.

“Fine I’ll just go blow Jeno or-“

“Excuse me?” His head snapped up, seeing your red cheeked self. It was clear you had a little bit to much for your body. “Oh so that’s how I get your attention?” You chuckle, nodding as if you did something good.

“You don’t like the idea of my mouth around-“ Jaemin coughed to cut your words short. “Your being silly. Go drink some water” he nodded towards the kitchen, acting as if your words were not bothering him.

He hated you drunk, mainly because of this reason. You being the horny person that you are, and he can’t do anything because of obvious reasons.

“I don’t want to have water in my mouth, I much rather... some thing better” your eyed his crotch, licking your lips a bit to obviously. Jaemin scoffed, standing to his feet. Surely he was still a bit mad at you for earlier. But gosh you were so dang cute right now.

“As much as that sounds very exciting, baby. I would rather you suck me off when you know what to do”

- YANGYANG

All YangYang wanted was to go to sleep, not be driving over to your place and handle a drunk you. “Why’d you drink?” He whined once he saw the bottles scattered across your table. “I got fired” you shrug as if you weren’t crying over it for the last three hours. Yangyang’s eyes went wide when he heard that.

“What? Fired? Why?” He asked all at once, coming to stand beside you as you sniffled a bit. “Someone better. I don’t know he is a stupid boss anyways” you mumble the last part, YangYang patted your back as you downed another little bit of your drink.

“So you spent your money on alcohol? Baby that-“ “I called you for a reason you know?” Your boyfriend nodded, surely he thought you called him for support, to get your mind of the  events that you just went through.

Well how wrong was he. Cause now he was pinned down on your couch with you straddling him. “We cannot do this” he smiled trying to push you off his thighs but you pushed him away. “I want to. It’s okay” you smile drunkily at him and it makes him sigh.

“I would love to but baby, I don’t think right now is a good time for this” ignoring his words you lean in for a kiss again but he moves his head so your lips collide with his cheek instead. “We can do this any other time”

“But I want it now!! Oh come on I know you do to” you grind a bit on the growing tent inside of his pants. Groaning a bit YangYang sat up half way. “Please not tonight. When we have sex I want you to remember every detail, okay?”

Giving up you roll off his lop, sitting beside his legs instead. “I want another drink” “no no. No more”

- SHOTARO

“Babbbyyy” you scream through your apartment. Hoping the boy you need right now is here. “Shotaro?” You try again, walking into your bedroom to see a small light shining up the room. Shotaro laid comfortably on your bed, blankets pulled to his chest as he watched a drama with his AirPods in.

Shotaro saw the  silhouette of your body before pausing his episode. “Hi your back?” He smiled brightly at you. Switching on the light, you strode closer towards him.

The poor boy had no clue what was about to hit him, thinking you looked as normal as you usually do. That until you started sexily climbing up the bed. Hands on his legs as they got closer and closer.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled nervously, moving his legs underneath your hold. “I want you” you spit out making Shotaro drop his phone on his face, he forgot he still held it above his head.

“Your drunk?” He finally put two and two together, after smelling it once you got close. “Not drunk enough. So let’s get you ready” you sing out, handing pressing down on his sensitive area. “I’m uh. No” he stumbled among his words.

Of course he wanted your mouth around him but you clearly weren’t in a state of mind right now, probably about to pass out as soon as you got him out of his sweat pants.

“No? Why not?” Shotaro sat up, grabbing your hand to hold. “You need sleep, baby” he raised an eyebrow at your scoff. “Sleep is overrated. But you know head isn’t over-“ “baby. Please” he begged with his eyes that made you scrunch up your nose. “You always get what you want. It’s annoying” you whine before falling to lay beside him. Minutes later and you were passed out just as Shotaro expected.

[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 28: Teasing

Teasing || Almost getting caught || Whip/Whipping

Billy Russo x afab!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: smut, slight possessiveness, established relationship, no use of y/n

Notes: I had a lot of fun with this one, especially the ending so I hope y’all enjoy!! Kinkotber list provided by @the-purity-pen! Feel free to follow my update blog and turn on post nofis as well @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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Billy always liked when you visited him at Anvil. You brought a light to the place, and since he spent so much time there away from you, it was just nice for him to have you around. One thing he did not like, however, was days when you seemed to be in a mood, like today. You stopped by with coffee for him, like you usually did, but you were dressed differently today, and Billy knew he was not your only audience.

You were dressed in a skirt that perfectly showed off your hips and legs, and the top you wore was lower cut. Billy absolutely loved when you dressed like this, but he did not love when the others ogled you as well. They all knew you were his, and Billy knew you were always loyal to him. But a fire burned behind his dark eyes sometimes when others looked at you like they devoured you with their eyes.

“Something wrong, Billy?” you asked with a fake innocence as you leaned forward a bit.

Billy gave you a pointed look that told you to knock it off or else, “Nothin, baby,” was all he said out loud. 

But you heard the subtle tone in his voice and you shrugged. You went over to another point in the room and bent over as you picked up something someone else dropped a while ago, and you made sure to wriggle your hips just enough as you did so. Billy’s eyes never left your figure as he watched you cross the space again and lean against one of the desks. His eyes trailed down your legs as you angled yourself just right.

You seemed lost in conversation with the person behind the desk- a good friend of yours- and you didn’t hear Billy stomp towards you. It wasn’t until he said your name in a low tone and grabbed your arm that you finally looked at him.

“Come with me,” he growled as he dragged you into his office and locked the door behind him.

“Are you sure nothing’s wrong, Billy?” you bat your lashes at him. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you were about to get what you wanted. At least that’s what you thought.

“You think you can get away with that, baby?” Billy’s voice was low as he wrapped his arms around you and nosed the shell of your ear, “Walkin around here looking so goddamn fuckable.”

Billy’s words went right to your core and you couldn’t help the moan you let out. He laughed against your ear as he shuffled your bodies back against his desk, and the moment your legs touched it, he helped you onto it. Immediately, you parted your legs for him and pulled him in close and crashed your lips together. 

His hands roamed all over your body as he deepened the kiss. Billy savored the taste of you on his tongue as his fingers snuck underneath your skirt. He swallowed your moan when he ghosted over your pussy, and he smirked against you when he felt how wet you were already. Billy bucked his hips against you to show you how hard he was as well, and you gasped when you felt his cock against you.

Billy broke away from your lips to nibble and suck at your neck, and your hands buried themselves in his hair while he did. You whimpered when he hooked his fingers around your panties and yanked them down. Billy’s eyes went right to the fabric as soon as it became visible, and a wicked grin lit up his face when he saw it was his favorite pair of black lace ones.

“You fucking tease,” he groaned as he stuffed your panties in his pocket before he yanked your skirt up and reveal your soaking wet pussy.

“Billy…” you breathed as you grabbed onto the edge of the desk.

Dark eyes bore into you as Billy unzipped his pants and freed his cock, and you licked your lips at the sight of it the moment it was free. He wrapped an arm around you to hold you in place as he slowly rocked his hips against you. Billy’s cock just teased over your folds as he ran the length of it up and down.

Your head dropped back as you let out a moan, “Billy… please…” you begged.

“Don’t fucking like being teased, don’t ya?” Billy’s voice was low as he denied you what you wanted so badly, “You want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes,” you whispered immediately.

“Then you’re gonna have to beg prettier than that.”

Billy pulled you flush against his body and took your lips with his in a heated kiss before you could respond. All you could do was moan into his mouth as he gave you payback for your actions earlier. It was all part of the game you both played though, and the payoff was well worth it. While your tongues danced together, Billy used his free hand and ran it up and down your inner thigh. You whimpered and trembled under his touch as you clutched onto the edge of the desk.

When you broke away for air, you pleaded with him again, “Please Billy. I need you,” you pouted as you gave him your best doe eyes.

He chucked as you thought he was about to finally give you what you wanted when he pushed the head of his cock at your entrance. Your mouth dropped open as you felt him prod at your pussy and you opened your legs wider for him. But instead of slamming into you, Billy pulled away, and he couldn’t help but laugh at your desperate whimper.

“Billy…” you cried as tears formed in the corners of your eyes.

“What is it baby?” he asked in a teasing tone as he fought back the urge to slam into you right then.

“Fuck me, please…” you breathed as you moved one hand and clung to his shirt.

Again, Billy teased you with just the tip of his cock, and again you let out a loud moan. Billy didn’t give in to you just yet though, and he stayed still once more. Your legs shook on either side of him as you panted, and when you opened your eyes and met his gaze, Billy finally broke. In one swift thrust, he filled you and you let out a loud scream at the sudden action.

Billy wrapped his arms around you as his hips met yours and your warmth engulfed him. He nibbled at your neck again as he rocked in and out of you in a slow but steady and hard rhythm. You moaned and cried out every time he thrust into you and you held onto him with both hands as you gave yourself to him completely. Hours of teasing and taunting finally came to a head as Billy fucked you hard on his desk.

It didn’t take either of you long to feel the rise of your releases, and your moans hit a new high pitch within no time. Billy knew you were close by the way you cried out and clenched around him, and he sped up his thrusts in response. He groaned your name as he held you tighter and after a few more thrusts of his hips, both of you came at the same time. A gush from between your bodies dripped down onto the desk as Billy rode out both of your climaxes until you were both completely spent.

Billy placed a soft kiss on the top of your shoulder before he slowly pulled out. You whimpered at the loss, but his hands never left your body. Once you were stable on your feet, he ran one hand up and down your arm while he tucked his cock back in his pants. Billy cupped your chin and tiled your head to meet his gaze before he kissed you again, this time softer and more sweetly.

“You really shouldn’t tease me like that, baby,” Billy murmured against your lips.

You smiled, “I don’t know… I think it worked out in both our favors,” you retorted.

Billy let out a short laugh as he rolled his eyes before he helped you up and fixed up your skirt and shirt.

“Billy, my panties,” you said as you gave yourself a onceover.

It was Billy’s turn to smirk as he patted his pocket, “Nah baby, I’m hanging on to them.” 

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[double-hoe-seven]

Conjugal Visit

Summary: Its time to visit your husband at good old Belle Reve Pairing: Robert DuBois/Bloodsport x Reader Word Count: 1,830 Warning(s): Smut, prison sex(?), allusion to violence and murder. 18+ MINORS DNI (DO NOT INTERACT)

"DuBois, you have a visitor!" One of the guards shouted while he scrubbed the floor. "I'm not in the mood to fight with my daughter and I under no circumstances want to see Waller," he growled. "Well then you're in luck, it's the only other person in your life from the outside," the guard said bored. "What? I'm not ready for a visitor." "Too bad. Let's go." The guard was getting impatient. Reluctantly, Robert got up and followed the man; at least he'd showered that morning. He followed them to one of the private visitation rooms; there you sat, wearing black boots, jeans, and t-shirt, and a midnight blue leather jacket with the black rings on your left hand. "You're a sight for sore eyes, love," he smiled as the guards uncuffed him and repeated their usual warnings before leaving the room, locking the door behind them.

"If I'd known you were coming I might have shaved," he commented as he approached you, pulling you into his embrace with he was close enough. "I don't know, babe, I quite like the beard. It makes you look distinguished," you said with a hum as you wrapped your arms around his neck loosely. "That's just a polite way of sayin' it makes me look old, innit?" He asked with a stifled chuckle. "Older and handsome, love," you corrected. "Did you come here to just take the piss at me or do you have a better reason?" He teased before leaning down and capturing your lips in a hungry, impassioned kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

A deep groan left him when you gently bit and tugged his bottom lip, smirking up at him. "Needy little thing, ain't ya, love?" He hummed as he tossed your jacket aside, hastily doing the same with your shirt before scooping you up and laying you on the cheap bed in the room. His lips dropped from yours to your neck, leaving a trail of light bite marks in the wake as he trailed his lips down to your chest. "I don't know why you bother wearing bras when you visit me, love, they only get in my way," he chuckled as he unclasped the black lace of your bra, discarding it with a grin. "Because I'd rather not be led through a prison with-" your words were quickly cut off by a surprised moan when he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue circled the bud as he suckled gently, rolling the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Robert alternated between the hardened peaks until you were a moaning, squirming mess beneath him. Your hips rocked against his needily as a whine escaped you "Robert..." "Use your words, love," he teased with a wicked grin. He chuckled to himself when you only shot him a glare. He unzipped your jeans and pulled them and your underwear down teasingly slowly; he pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled down throwing your legs over his shoulders. "I think this might be one of the things I miss most while I'm here, being able to just go down on you whenever the fuck I want," he said in a soft mutter as he ran his thumb along your wet slit. "Trust me, hon, you aren't the only one who misses it," you mumbled. Your back arched with the first swipe of his tongue. Two of his fingers teased your entrance before slowly pushing in as his tongue circled your clit slowly. What started out as slow drags of his fingers and tongue turned into him fucking you with his tongue and fingers, stretching you to prepare for him. He didn't stop until he felt your walls tensing around his digits, when he did he quickly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, a small pleased groan leaving him as he watched you pant softly, a needy hunger in your eyes. He always did love bringing you right to the edge.

He quickly shed himself of his orange prisoner's uniform, taking his member into his hand as he climbed in bed over you. "I'll be outta here soon enough, love, then I'll take you somewhere proper and romantic," he promised before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, followed by a slow sensual kiss to your lips as he slowly pushed his length into you. His hand stroked your cheek when he felt you tense up, your tight warmth stretching to its limits to accommodate him "that's a good pet, takin' my cock so well." You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly while your nails dug into his shoulders.

Each slow drag and push of his hips pulled gentle moans from you. His pace quickly built up and he tightened your legs around him. "Is that the best you can give me, love?" You teased when he settled into a series of long, deep, slow thrusts. "Aw, does my needy little princess want it rough?" He almost cooed in false sympathy while slowing his hips. When you started trying to move your hips against him for any more friction than what he was giving, a small whine escaped you when his hand moved to hold your hips down "use your words, pet. Tell daddy exactly what you want or I'll just keep going slowly until I'm ready to finish." "Want you to fuck me until I leave here with a limp," you managed to say after a minute of trying to steel yourself.

The squeak that left your lips when he suddenly pulled out turned into a loud moan when he slammed back into you, setting a new brutal pace. You angled your hips up some so each thrust brought the head of his member harshly against your g-spot. "Fuck, Robert!" You moaned out louder when his thumb started rubbing fast tight circles on your clit. "That's it, little bird, sing for daddy so this entire fucking shithole can hear," he husked before nibbling and tugging on your ear lobe. "Say my name, Pet. Tell everyone who's you are," he growled, pinching your clit when your only answer was a moan that escaped your slightly parted lips. "Yours, Robert! All yours!" You moaned out, eagerly trying to match his thrusts but finding it harder to keep up with his roughness and brute force.

Soon, Robert sat back on his knees and pulled your hips flush against his with each more forceful thrust managing to hit even deeper places, places that were quickly bringing you closer to the edge. "Fuck, your warm walls are squeezing me so tightly. Play with your clit for me, yeah? I want to see all of you come undone but don't you dare cum until I say," he muttered lazily. He sat up fully and spread your legs a little further apart, transfixed on the sight of his length disappearing into you and coming out with your sweet nectar. You nodded and bit your lip as you traced shapes over your little button. "Good girl," he mumbled, his thrusts getting shorter but quicker, more of a rapid rutting. He smirked when he saw how hard you were trying to hold off "alright, Pet, you can let go." He might've whispered the words but they were clear to you.

As you came, you moaned out a series of curses and his name, your entire being quaking. Groaning as your walls tightened even more, he fell forward over you as he joined you in climax. His body covered yours while his forearms kept his weight off of you, his hips slowly rutting into you as you both came down. He planted a series of soft, languid kisses up your neck and along your jawline before finally kissing you softly, one of his hands coming up to gently brush some loose strands out of your face. Robert carefully maneuvered your bodies so he was laying on his back with you on his chest, his arms around your waist while his index finger absentmindedly traced shapes along your spine. You both laid there in comfortable silence, your rapid breaths slowing down were the only sounds in the room.

"Do you really think you'll be out of here soon, love?" You asked him hopefully, looking up at him with a small frown. "I do, darling. It won't be long before Waller comes with another suicide mission for me to lead," he grumbled before pecking your lips softly "I'll be home with you before you know it though, yeah?" "You promise? I miss waking up to your face between my legs," you joked. "Believe me, love, I miss that too. You always have been my favorite breakfast, or meal in general," a sly smirk crossed his face and he chuckled when you slapped his chest. "You're awful," you joked. "Baby, I'm an assassin, I'm not exactly a role model for anyone. I mean, for fucks sake, I almost killed Superman and if given the job again I'd take it," he said casually. "I know you would baby, maybe this time you'll succeed," you teased with a grin. "Watch it love or I'll have to bend you over my knee," he warned, squeezing your ass with a wicked smirk. "Oh no, please don't sp-" you started saying sarcastically before his hand quickly came down with a loud smack. "Wanna try that attitude again, princess?" He cocked his brow while he waited for your answer, giving you a quick kiss when you didn't say anything else.

Before either of you could react, the buzzer of the door unlocking and opening sounded and a woman walked in. "DuBois, Mrs. DuBois," she greeted flatly, unfazed by your nudity as you tried to cover your bodies with the sheet. "Fuck are you doing here, Waller?" Robert growled. "You have a new mission. And this time your wife's coming along. Isn't that right, Tracker?" She said. "Excuse me?" You and Robert said simultaneously. "That's right. We know about your side gig hunting down people the law let off. If either of you refuses to come on the mission or tries to abandon it, I'll hand over our evidence to the proper authorities. You, my dear, with not only be put in jail but you'll lose your license to practice law. Even if you managed to get it reinstated, nobody will hire a lawyer who knowingly married an assassin, the same one who put Superman in the ICU," Waller explained calmly. "You're threatening my fucking wife?!" Robert shouted as he sprung out of bed and pulled his boxers on. "I'm doing it for the safety of our country and the world," her voice was so eerily calm. "Robert, calm down. If it gets you home sooner, I'll do it," you told him as you sat up, using the bedsheet to cover your modesty. He looked at you like you'd just grown another head, in complete disbelief.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

[lewisdiary]

Amber Lounge

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

WARNING: 18+, NSFW, explicit, alcohol, drugs, unprotected sex.

Word count: 3,600+

What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a club all by herself?

Another party, this time in Monaco. Your glass, filled with what seemed like a very expensive gin, vibrated to the the loud music playing in the club.

Let loose. You thought to yourself slightly lowering your body-con black dress and searching for familiar faces.

You looked around the VIP party you had been invited to. Ever since your dad's business put him on the "Forbes Richest" list your reputation had skyrocketed along with it. You were an A-lister yourself at this point, everyone longed for your appearance at their events, and as if your life depended on it, you attended. Your social media and events presence had helped you befriend the hottest models and richest rappers in the game and you quite enjoyed the lavish lifestyle.

You and your dad had flown down for the Monaco GP weekend, courtesy of the team principal of the most popular F1 team, Toto Wolff. Surprisingly, it was your first Grand Prix, and probably your last. The hospitality was, as usual, amazing but you found watching cars go around in circles slightly boring.

You took a rather large sip of your gin and started to tune into the beat, your body processing the large quantities of alcohol you had decided to ingest.

Because you hadn't been invited to the Grand Prix by a driver in particular and had failed to engage with any during the "boring" weekend, you found yourself attending the party and having to fit in all by yourself. Making your way through the club you encountered a few drivers, whom you recognised and recognised you, and their respective guests. You knew you weren't an easy face to forget, so it didn't take long before a few people started commenting about your presence.

Making yourself comfortable around the younger squad of drivers, your body swayed to the loud music that hit your ears. Your eyes shut as you engaged with the environment, allowing the melodies and strong base to sway you in.

"You're a Mercedes guest, aren't you?" A familiar voice rang through. Russell. Your eyes opened to look at the briton who stood very close to your ear, making sure his words were getting to you just fine. You nodded quickly, downing your drink before replying to him "Well, my dad is. I just tagged along"

His lips turned into a small smile as he took a good glance at you, leaning closer again he chatted a bit more; "and what did you think of it?"

"Not my vibe" You shrugged jokingly. "This though, is!" You put your empty glass down in a nearby table and pulled George into what seemed like a circle of people dancing, as In Da Club by 50 Cent started playing.

You both started dancing to the song, George's friends joined, and in no time you set yourself in the party ambient, drenching yourself in alcohol as more bottles were brought in at the request of Russell, Latifi, and a few other younger drivers you hadn't gotten your way around.

0 To 100 / The Catch up - by Drake came through the speaker.

This DJ knew his set you thought, before excusing yourself from the crowd that had embraced you. Feeling the need for a switch of environment you made your way to the bar. On your way, you drunkly greeted a few familiar faces, Bella Hadid and what looked like some actors who had come down for the Grand Prix.

Sitting on an empty stool at one of the bars in the Amber Lounge you asked the bartender for a glass of your favourite, gin. Your head nodded to the beat, it pounded hard. You knew you were more than tipsy at that point, but there was no sign of slowing down.

"Ayo! Bring us a bottle of your most expensive Prosecco!" You heard a voice yell through a line of people standing at the bar. A familiar voice.

His voice sang along to the lyrics, you were tempted to turn around to check who was yelling right behind your ear but your motion to turn was interrupted by the glass of gin you had requested being brought to you.

As you fiddled with the purse that hung around your shoulder, looking for your card, the familiar voice spoke again: "I've got that for you. On my tab, Mikey!" This time much closer to you.

You turned to your left, wanting to finally put a face to the voice your alcohol-filled brain didn't seem to recognise. Looking at the 5'9 figure standing next to you, it hit you that: you had failed to engage with any driver during the Grand Prix except for one.

It was more than obvious that you weren't going to be at the Mercedes garage and not meet their prominent stars. Lewis Hamilton and Valtteri Bottas. It was Qualifying day and after an amazing performance from both drivers, Toto, at the request of your dad had introduced you to his prodigies. You had gotten the chance to meet the drivers and congratulate them both for their front-row quali positions.

Bottas was the quiet one, after meeting you and your dad he excused himself to his driver room. Lewis was more of a personality, he knew your dad from reading about him and their conversation seemed to flow from F1 to business to possible future lunch meetings. He glanced at you from time to time, the conversation didn't interest you but he somewhat did.

You knew Lewis was quite the party boy and a ladies man, it suited his champion attitude, so seeing him at the club did not surprise you at all. He had won the Grand Prix you remembered, your mind doing a little backflip to being at the back of the garage and giving him a quick hug after your dad had burst into "here's the man of the evening" compliments.

Your altered system forced you to bite your lip at the thought of Lewis Hamilton standing in front of you.

"Hey, it's you!" His eyes widened at the realisation, his breath smelled like nothing but expensive alcohol. He was drunk as a skunk, and to your liking, he looked extremely hot.

You widened your eyes jokingly, following his cue. "It is I!" you laughed slightly, trying to mock his accent.

"I met you on Saturday, no? Your dad is Toto's friend. What's your name again?" He grabbed the Prosecco bottle that had been handed to him and moved an inch closer to you.

"Yep, that's my dad! Y/N!" you yelled through the gap left between the two of you.

"And what's a beautiful girl like you doing in the club all by herself?" He asked before singing to a few lyrics of the song that currently burst through the speakers that were placed at the bar.

"Enjoying herself." You grabbed your glass and, nodding at him as a thank you for the drink, you stepped down the stool and made your way to the dance-floor. Nervously nibbling on your bottom lip at your choice of words you wondered if a little mystery was enough to keep Lewis interested.

Your hips moved at the sound of Ginza by J Balvin and almost immediately, you felt a body swaying along with yours. Him.

Lewis took a sip of the Prosecco bottle he was meant to take back to his group of friends as his own hips fell in somewhat of a sync with yours, his free hand grabbing your left thigh pulling you closer to his body. His motion felt like a cue for you to bend slightly and begin to grind on the "man of the evening", he deserved a little fun after the hard-work he put out on the track.

Eyes started turning to you two, as your bodies got carried away by the effects of the alcohol you had been consuming. You shrugged out the thought of being watched. If Lewis was comfortable, you were too.

"Y yo hoy estoy aquí imaginando. Sexy baila y me deja con las ganas" Lewis sang along to J Balvin but he sang it so close to your ear, he knew it was meant just for you to listen. His raspy voice sent chills down your spine, you didn't know what the words meant but he made them sound sexy and it empowered you. You chewed on your bottom lip as the DJ switched songs and moving away from him you sipped on your gin, cheering at the former drivers that had put you in the mood to party, who shot you back just as happy glances.

"Come to my table! Let's have some fun!" Lewis' drunk voice echoed through the pounds of your head. He was quick to grab your arm and pull you through the crowd to a more secluded area.

"Y/N everyone!!" He yelled once you approached a group of what looked like more mature and older people. Everyone turned their heads at the two of you and cheered loudly at Lewis' introduction of you, almost as if they were celebrating you tonight.

Daniel Ricciardo. Winnie Harlow. Neymar Jr were some of the faces you were able to recognise at first glance, everyone seemed as slapped as you, some of the girls were high as kites twerking on anything they could put their asses to. Now this was more your vibe.

As the night went on; more drinks came, you danced and enjoyed yourself. Sexual tension between you and Lewis had become hard to ignore and the amount of alcohol in your body had you craving him... all over you.

It's now or never you thought to yourself.

Downing your, God knows what number, cup you looked at Lewis who found himself having fun with his mates, his smile widely spread across is face, revealing his perfectly sharpened canine teeth.

If anything, we blame it on the alcohol.

You mentally thanked the Dj as Wild Thoughts by DJ Khaled started playing. Lewis' eyes darkened as he noticed you approaching him. Your dress hugged your body perfectly, making your figure hard to look away from. In a blink of an eye you had found your groins against one another's grinding on each other to the beat.

As the song went on, Lewis spun you around, having you against him drove him crazy. His hips thrusted your back, his fingers digging the skin on your thigh. He licked his lips at the thought of you, and almost as if he had been waiting for this moment the whole night, his lips met your bare shoulder.

Without ungluing his figure to yours, his tongue slowly traced your neck, sending chills down your spine. "Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He mumbled in between kisses on your bare skin. He didn't have to win you over with compliments, he already had you.

You could feel death glares from Lewis' female guests because of the moment you and the world champion were sharing. You used the uncomfortable stares as your cue to leave, turning to Lewis for the first time in what seemed like a long night, you stared into his - slightly droopy from the alcohol - brown eyes. Your arms automatically swung to his neck, he had yet another bottle in his hand but did not hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I don't think your friends are enjoying this little show we're putting on" You mumbled, signalling to the ladies who stood in the corner. Your eyes went from staring into his to looking at his lips, your breathing had become intense as you felt Lewis's body awfully close to yours, his member slowly caressing your upper thigh. He licked his lips, noticing how badly you stared. At that point of the night neither of you could contain how much you craved one another.

"They don't have to watch" Lewis whispered, shooting a quick glance at the models who seemed rather upset with his lack of attention on them; back to you, before grabbing your arm and pulling you through a back door that was close to the VIP area you were in, he mumbled: "I know a place".

You found yourself stumbling through the front entrance of a rather fancy building. Lewis lived conveniently close to the Amber Lounge, and in no time, his body guards had escorted the two of you to the penthouse.

Thanking his driver, you made your way into the elevator, and as soon as the doors shut close, Lewis had you pinned against the back wall. His eyes darkened again, his breathing hard over your lips.

Even drunk as a skunk, he looked and smelled amazing.

You watched him bite his lip as he leaned closer, making you crave his lips on yours even more.

It felt like heaven. When Lewis finally crashed his lips on to yours, his body weight causing you to lean further against the wall... it felt like heaven.

You groaned as the kiss didn't last as much as you wished to, the ding from the elevator interrupting it.

You were given no time to take in the surroundings of Lewis' perky home. He placed his arms on your hips and you automatically straddled him, the heat was back like it had never left, your lips were on his yet again. He kissed you so passionately you thought he was compensating from not doing it earlier. He knew his way through his home, and as your tongues met, he quickly found his way through his living room to his astounding suite.

Lewis dropped you on his bed, his eyes filled with lust and hunger. Behind him, the view of Monaco’s nightlife and beach shone through his large windows, the moonlight setting the perfect ambiance for what seemed like an exciting night for the both of you.

Your thoughts were distracted by Lewis’s touch. He had quickly removed his shirt and tossed it aside, his fingers now rested on top of your wet panties, his thumb caressing your clit. His body hoovered over yours, you closed your eyes and tilted your head back, allowing your body to feel Lewis’ movements on your area.

“Look at me” He demanded, his voice as deep as you’d ever hear it. “You’re so wet” He mumbled once your eyes obediently met his. Starving for him inside of you, you pulled your dress up your waist not once breaking eye contact, which caused Lewis to smirk. He attacked your neck, sucking and nibbling on your bare skin, his fingers slid your panties to the side, and with a small bite to your neck he inserted two fingers into you. You gasped at his sudden movement and your walls clenched in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Lewis muttered as he felt your juices coating his fingers. As instinct your knees bent, allowing Lewis to get a better grip of your inside walls. He picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. As your moans started getting louder, you feared Lewis had neighbours so you instantly bit your lip trying to contain your pleasure-filled screams.

“L-Lewis” you stumbled on your words, he knew just how deep to thrust and how much to curl his fingers. You longed for him inside you, your fingernails digging his tattooed back and your head titled back.

“Yes, baby?” He was enjoying watching you squirm in pleasure, his member hardening at the sound of your voice in his room.

"Don't make me wait" you pleaded, not being able to contain your hormones any longer. You wanted him inside you: “I want you. I want you to cum with me”

As if your wish was his command, Lewis’ drunk figure moved his hand away, he stood in front of the bed, and you took the moment to remove your dress, revealing your perfectly shaped and tanned body. Lewis, on his turn dropped his jeans. Both of you stood in awe of one another for awhile, hunger rising. He observed your breasts, and you engulfed the length of his now erect shaft.

You slowly removed your panties and dangled it in front of him, teasing the man that was going to eat you alive, the room smelled like expensive cologne and Prosecco. Lewis jaw hardened, his tattoos made his muscles more prominent... You just wanted to dig your fingernails on his biceps at that stance. He grabbed the panties off your hand and threw them to the side along with your dress and swiftly made his way on top of you. Cupping your breast with one hand, his thumb played with your nipple whilst the other filled his mouth. You lowered your hand and began to stroke Lewis’ cock; as soft and deep moans leaving his throat, your spine shivered.

“I want you so bad” You whispered, placing Lewis right at your entrance, the tip of him rubbing against your wet and now throbbing clit.

“How bad, baby?” He asked, pecking your lips. With his voice in a demanding whisper, you were quick to realise how much of a tease Lewis was, he enjoyed making his victims beg for him. He knew how good he was.

“So… so bad” You moaned into his lips. Just as much as Lewis, you knew what you wanted and you too knew how good you were. Not wanting to waste another second you took charge, placing his shaft at your entrance you helped him penetrate you. Lewis broke the kiss he had engaged in with you, a loud moan leaving his mouth once he felt how tight you were.

It took you a second to adjust to Lewis’ length as he made his way in and out of you, although intoxicated, he noticed your slight discomfort: “Are you alright?” he questioned, his furry brows tightening.

“Shh… don’t stop” You reassured him. With your hand around his neck you brought his head down to yours, you had grown to love his soft lips around the flesh of your neck. At your call, Lewis lowered his weight on to you and steadily picked up the pace. Every thrust brought you closer to an orgasm, his cock rubbing on your perfect spot.

You clenched your walls, digging your nails through his tattooed back. “Fuuuck!” You heard Lewis scream in absolute pleasure at the tightness around him. Lewis’ thrusts became deeper and faster, his forehead had grown sweaty, the room steamy. As he picked up his pace, all you could hear was small grunts from his perfectly sound voice and the clapping of his thighs against yours.

“I’m gonna cum” He moaned through shortened breaths. His warning brought you to your dominance senses. The thought of having Sir Lewis Hamilton begging you to cum extolled your ego. Without thinking twice you shifted your weight to the side, motioning what was well understood by Lewis. It was your turn to be on top.

Lewis, at the realisation that he was sleeping with a woman who knew what she wanted, eagerly obeyed and placed himself closer to the headboard of his king sized bed, not minding that you had interrupted his almost-orgasm.

Feeling good about impressing the seven-time world champion you slowly crawled up to the man that looked at you so hungrily, lust in his eyes only becoming more and more visible. His jaw clenched again as you straddled his waist, his now, thanks to you, cream-full cock entering your threshold again. Another loud moan, this time from the both of you. You bent over slightly, placing your hands on Lewis’ shoulders for support as you started bouncing on him.

“Just like that baby” He sang to you, one hand was tightly wrapped around your neck, and the other slapped your ass as hard as he could bring himself to. It drove you crazy, it made you want more of him in you.

Your breathing had gotten harder and your forehead had met his. “I want you to cum for me” You demanded. Lewis knew he was close to his finish line, but wanted you to finish with him. As you seemed to enjoy, he kept his veiny and robust hand around your neck, giving it light squeezes every time he felt you really deep.

His free hand moved to your clit and you shot your head back in utter pleasure.

“Right there… Keep it right there” You begged, knowing exactly what was going to happen in the next thirty seconds. Lewis, in satisfaction, rubbed on your throbbing bud whilst his own hardened at every movement of yours. His teeth met his bottom lip and his eyes fell shut. You knew he was ready to release, but you weren’t going to let him off easy.

“Look at me” You called. Your ego growing with every sign of obedience from Lewis. His eyes watered a little, you knew you had him, and every thrust brought you both closer to your orgasm.

“Baby…” he whispered, his hand still in circular motions around your clit, his grip becoming weaker “Please” he begged, at no point breaking the eye contact you called for. Pleased with his submission, you mumbled: "Don't stop", and he understood the assignment. You both picked up the pace, his finger on your wet clit in circular motions and you on top of his cock, bouncing up and down.

Before you could say knife you felt your legs shaking, your whole body trembled as you released all your juices on Lewis' hand and cock, a loud moan leaving your throat, your voice echoing in the penthouse.

Sorry neighbours.

And with no time to digest the wonders that Lewis had done to your body, he quickly pushed you off him and you obeyed, his pulsating cock releasing right then and there, on his six-pack filled torso.

You were both breathing heavily, laying on your backs. The comfort of Lewis' bed took you in, your head pounding again from the intoxication, the large amount of alcohol still in your system. He chuckled slightly at the turn of events of that Monaco GP Sunday, his gaze never leaving his ceiling.

Eager and starving for more of you, Lewis found in his deep breaths strength to ask: "When do you leave?"

[duskholland]

this is so completely random and unprompted (sense the sarcasm as the tommy thighs live in my mind rent-free since the first pic of pants-less tom content) but would you please indulge me with a thigh riding blurb with some dom!tom vibes? maybe a bit of praise k*nk in there, too, if that floats your boat? soft!dom!tom...oui. anyways love u + thanks for letting me sin bye <3

his thighs... they’re just something else. i think i was possessed when i wrote this lmao. wc: 2k // 18+ content minors dni!!!!!!

extended warnings ↠ slight dom!tom + praise kink, thigh riding. tom holland’s thighs, because they deserve a warning of their own.

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You’re bored.

Tom’s house out in Atlanta is huge, and when he’s not stowed away in the office doing online press, there’s never normally a dull moment. You usually find some way to entertain yourself, be that pestering your boyfriend for attention or filling your time with work. Just, it’s a Saturday, and you have nothing to do, and Tom’s been away all day.  

After spending the morning catching up with friends and refreshing social media until you have the spinning reload sign flashing behind your eyes, you resort to texting Tom. Down in the office—or the press room, as he’s come to call it—his phone is on silent, so you don’t need to worry about interrupting something. He’s been trading selfies with you all day, providing small snapshots of his socks, his hair, his setup whenever he catches a break. The little teases have only made your yearning worse.

Y/N: when do you finish? Y/N: I’m bored and I miss you :(

You lay back on your bed as you wait on a response, chewing your lip slightly as your hands play with the sheets. Your expression darkens as you look to the side, seeing the throw pillows discarded on the floor and remembering intimate times gone by.

You’ve been in a mood all day, the space between your legs warm. Every time you get bored, your mind wanders, and you’ve been very bored today. The front of your panties feels damp, your body tortured by the memories of last night. It’s a never-ending montage of Tom’s hair brushing your neck, his lips on your breasts, his greedy hands grabbing at your waist. You almost moan as you remember how he’d held you down last night and made love to you until you’d cried, your skin slick with sweat and your mind gone too. He never fails to bring you to the heights of pleasure you’d never thought existed.

Tom: on a break just now if you want to come down Tom: think there’s ten minutes before the next one x

It doesn’t take long for you to get to the office, your feet moving of their own accord. When you open the door, Tom glances back, and you feel your breath catch in the back of your throat.

He looks good. Tom is handsome, and you always enjoy looking at him, but with his torso covered in a tight black shirt and blazer and his hair styled in loose waves on the top of his head, he looks incredibly dashing. He flashes you a mischievous smile as he reaches up to pull the AirPods from his ears, his Rolex glinting beneath the bright studio lights that illuminate his setup.

“Afternoon, darling,” he says. He turns in the chair, swinging an arm over the back of it as he watches you enter the room, closing the door behind you. “How are you?”

You bite your lip, shameless eyes skating over his form. Tom stands to greet you, and your eyes widen, falling to his bare legs. “Why are you half-naked?” you ask, the tip of your nose scrunching up as you chuckle. You meet him in the centre of the room, wrapping your arms around his warm torso before pulling him in for a light hug, being mindful of his pressed suit.

“Comfier,” he explains. “Too hot in all of that. Gets fucking boiling in here.” Tom’s hands smooth up to your hair, and he gently coaxes you from his chest, peering down at you with those brown eyes you love so much. “Gimme a kiss, lovie.”

Eager to feel him, you step closer and lean in, finding his lips in an easy kiss. The moment your mouth makes contact with the soft warmth of Tom’s pillowy lips, you feel yourself melt, the heat coming back to your core almost immediately. You reach up and drape your arms around his neck, getting in as close as you can as you part your lips, licking over his lower lip until he takes the bait and easily slips his tongue into your mouth.

Tom grunts when you play with the back of his hair, tugging on his strands as your tongues glide together. His hands are on your waist, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth when he slips his fingers beneath your shirt and lets them roam all over your figure. As he kisses you, his hands shift up your torso, lingering at your breasts and groping them eagerly.

“No bra?” he moans against you. You whimper as he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, making him chuckle. “Fuck, love,” he murmurs, “eager today, aren’t you?”

You pull away from him, panting for breath. “Yeah,” you admit, not even trying to be coy about it. Time is of the essence, and you know exactly what you want. One of Tom’s warm hands skates down your figure, and your abdomen flexes as his fingers trail over your skin, his blunt fingernails lightly tickling your stomach as he travels to your cunt. “Tom,” you say, voice catching. “Please.”

He’s teasing you, eyes on your face as he slides his hand beneath your shorts and teases his fingers over the front of your panties. With a torturously light touch, he rolls his index finger over the front of your slit.

“God,” he murmurs, leaning in to roughly kiss your jaw. “You’re soaked.”

Your eyes threaten to roll back as he rubs you over the cotton, touch light but enough to bring you the smallest amount of pleasure. You grab at his firm bicep, a choked whine travelling up your throat.

“Tom.”

“Mmm? What do you want, darling? You know we don’t have much time.” Tom’s got a dark glint in his eyes, and it only deepens when he finally shifts your panties to the side and lets his fingers envelop your silky folds. You gasp when he dips his index and middle fingers down to your entrance, pushing into the warmth of your arousal before spreading it up to your bud. He’s quick to tease your clit, cooing softly as you struggle to speak. “Use your words, gorgeous girl. I want to give you what you want, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what that is.”

“Fuck me,” you ask, voice catching as he speeds up his circles.

“No time, darling.” Tom frowns when he sees you pout, and with the hand not between your legs, he reaches up to play with your lower lip. After a moment’s contemplation, he slips his fingers into your mouth. You suck them in further, glad for their heavy presence weighing down your tongue and enjoying how their girth muffles your moans. “I have an idea. C’mere.”

Before you have time to complain, Tom has pulled away from you, leaving your aching cunt alone and your mouth empty. He walks to the green sofa in the back of the room and collapses onto it with ease, smirking up at you as he parts his legs. He looks wide and domineering, spread out, awaiting you, with his bare thighs rippling and on display. His muscles are clear and defined, packed tight in firm ridges against his golden skin. Just the sight of him patting one of them with his hand is enough to make you salivate.

“Ride it,” he encourages, beckoning you forth with a smirk. He tilts his watch towards his face, squinting as he stares at the metal. “You have three minutes to cum, or you’ll need to wait. I won’t be finished for another two hours.”

Eyes widening, you move over to him, pausing in front of your boyfriend to push down your shorts and your panties. Tom reaches out for you, his warm palms sinking into the curves of your hips as he helps you into his lap. He sits up against the sofa, reaching down to grab at your shirt as you work on straddling his thigh. You settle over his left leg, a loud moan trembling up your throat as you lower yourself and your slit presses against the firmness of his skin.

“Oh,” you moan, tossing your head back. Tom pulls your shirt over your head, his face dropping down until he’s able to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out as you slowly grind down against his leg, his skin quickly getting coated in the arousal that covers your slit. Each time he nibbles your nipple, he follows up the action with a warm lap of his tongue, and the noises you elicit rise in pitch.

“Pretty girl,” Tom murmurs, leaving your chest and replacing his mouth with a hand. The other goes to your hip, and he helps you swirl your hips a little faster, his eyes almost black. “Look so fucking hot getting off on my leg, darling. So needy.” His accent is prominent as he watches you, smirking. “You’re my needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You fall forwards, panting into his neck as your forehead rests on his shoulder. Tom’s lips kiss the top of your head, grounding you as the pleasure starts to build. There’s an indescribable warmth spreading across your core, stemming from where your clit rubs up against his muscular thigh. The pleasurable burn of the friction makes you whimper.

“Yeah,” you pant, after taking a few moments to muster your breath. You gasp when Tom tenses his leg, his muscular thigh pressing up against you. “Fuck,” you whimper. “Feels so good, Tom. You’re so strong.”

He’s rolling both hands over your hips now, and one of them slips up to trace across your bare back. He holds you tightly to his chest, even as your breathing becomes irregular, continuing to guide your movements as you grow uneven. You can feel your orgasm twisting in the pit of your stomach, feel the temperature of your blood rising as it builds between your legs. With each grind of your wet cunt against his thigh, the pressure builds, every part of you aching for release.

“My darling girl,” Tom murmurs. “Are you going to make a mess all over my leg?” When you release a clouded moan, he chuckles. “I know you are. It’s okay. I can feel you squirming, baby. I know you can’t wait.” He drops his voice, rasping into your ear as you shake in his lap. “Go on, love. Be a good girl and let go. Get my thigh all wet. There you go.”

Your jaw slackens, and his words push you over the edge. You squirm over Tom’s sturdy thigh, glad for his strong hands on your hips as they guide your movements when you get lost in the pleasure. Your moans intersperse with his name, and you collapse against him as your high rolls across you, flooding you with intense, pulsing pleasure.

“There you go,” he murmurs, kissing over the side of your face until you eventually pry yourself away from him. Tom smiles at you, dragging his lips across your cheek to find your lips. It’s a sweeter kiss, and you pour in your gratitude. “Sweet girl.”

Your lips twitch into a smile as you look up at him, appreciating the lines of his handsome face and the adoration that sparkles in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you say. “I—”

Both of you startle as a ringing sound cuts through the air, and you turn around to see the computer on the desk lighting up with an incoming call.

“Oh, fuck,” Tom mutters. He kisses you, briefly but with intention, then stumbles to his feet. “How do I look?”

You follow him to your feet, quickly pulling on your clothes before walking to him. “Perfect,” you say, once you’ve adjusted the collar of his suit jacket. You press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Good luck, handsome.”

Tom nods, eyes skittering across your form. He shoots you a wink before falling back into the chair, looking over his shoulder at you as you walk towards the door. “Be ready for later,” he calls out. “I’m not done with you yet.”

[sparklysung]

✨ADRENALINE RUSH – n.j.m.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – na jaemin x female!reader

genre – smut, slight angst | non-idol!au, school!au

warnings – good boy!virgin!jaemin, bad girl!experienced!reader, corruption kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), breeding kink, slight exhibitionism (library), creampie, marking, overstimulation

word count – 3.416 words

note – i got too much into it lol. it turned out so long, i’m sorry for that. i do hope you like it, i’ve been working on it for a few days now and it’s been rough. i’m hoping there aren’t too many errors, and if there are i apologize in advance, i know they are annoying. either way enjoy!

summary – as the local bad girl, your reputation was rather infamous. jaemin knew this and so he tried his best to stay away from you. but after getting paired up for a genetics project, he didn’t stand a chance against your desire to ruin his innocence.

taglist – @junguwuuu , @prvncejxon​, @carelessshootanonymous

part i ; part ii

you were mindlessly playing with your pen, doodling on the margins of your notebook, ignoring completely what your genetics professor was explaining on the board in the front of the classroom. 

that’s how class usually was for you; not paying attention to anything, just messing around with your highlighters, drawing more doodles to add to your collection or observing your classmates –not in a creepy way, though–. your professor wasn’t that clueless for you to nap until the end of the class, so you took advantage of whatever could keep you awake. 

when your hand started to cramp due to the constant movement, you started looking around the room with a bored expression, letting your thoughts go to anything and everything that seemed the tiniest bit interesting. that was until he caught your eye.

na jaemin. perfect na jaemin. excellent grades, the teacher’s pet, always so polite to everyone. the type of guy every parent would want their daughter to date and the perfect role model.

and you were the opposite. you never really cared about school; getting high scores was useless from your point of view, so you never took it seriously. you were used to sneaking out of your house to attend parties and going home drunk with a different guy each weekend –cause life is short and why not–. your lifestyle earned you a ‘bad girl’ reputation, as well as the protagonism of multiple not-so-nice rumours.

you two were so different from one another, belonged to completely different worlds.

that’s why you were so intrigued by him.

it’s not like this was the first time you notice him, you can’t just not notice him. he was gorgeous, to say the least; perfect face, flawless skin, sparkly round eyes adorned with long eyelashes, pink plush lips, fluffy hair with soft dark locks that fell beautifully on his forehead, framing the soft expression on his face. oh yeah, how could you forget that long neck of his, with a prominent adam’s apple that made your mouth water with the thought of marking it with purplish bites. you’ve wanted to ruin him since the first day you laid eyes on him, make him break under your touch and need you as much as he needs oxygen to breathe.

“so, before the class comes to an end, i’m going to assign you in pairs for the project i was talking to you about a few minutes ago.” groans of annoyance were heard from all around the room, finally making you pay attention.

as the professor began mentioning the pairs, your attention drifted once again towards jaemin. he looked genuinely interested in what was being said; eyebrows furrowed in concentration while waiting for his name to be called.

“kim sohee and lee donghyuck,” your eyes wandered down toward his broad shoulders, strong arms and slender fingers. your teeth nibbled with your bottom lip, nails sinking against the palm of your hand as you felt your panties grow damp by the sole idea of him fingering you. 

“na jaemin and y/l y/n,” your head snapped first in the direction of your professor, and then to his, who looked rather nervous sitting down a few desks in front of you, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. indeed, jaemin was nervous, so nervous that he felt like he was about to pass out. he could feel the looks full of pity his friends were throwing at him and it was making him feel even worse. he wasn’t too pleased either with the shot of excitement and anticipation he felt spreading across his body. you looked down at your hands, hair slightly covering your face as you tried to hide your devilish smirk.

you didn’t bother to listen to the rest of the pairs, being already too immersed in thoughts about every possible scenario that could take place while you two worked together on the project.

~.~.~.~

as soon as class ended, you threw your bag over your shoulder, making your way towards jaemin’s table and earning a couple of looks of disapproval from his friends. not letting that affect you, you approached him with a sweet smile plastered on your face. “hey,” his face shot up to look at you, hands still working on getting all his belongings inside his bag. straightening his back, he tried to look unaffected by your presence. he nodded his head shortly as a greeting and decided to get this over with as fast as he could.

“let’s work on the project at the library, right after class,” jaemin said, trying to sound confident, but you could see right through him; he was nervous. he figured that a place full of people was less risky rather than either of your houses, where you’d be alone and the possibility of something happening was a lot higher. you shrugged your shoulders, not really minding the location, “see you later, pretty boy.” you winked at him before making your way out of the room, leaving a flustered jaemin behind.

you were bad news, your name only coming up in conversations about breaking the rules, hookups during parties with lots of alcohol involved and other rumours. he knew he wasn’t supposed to feel like this, all about you screamed ‘danger, beware’. and his friends had warned him, always making sure to constantly remind him not to get closer than needed or he would be doomed. but he couldn’t stop the fast beating of his heart nor the butterflies that erupted in his stomach. 

jaemin was certain this wasn’t going to end well, at least not for him.

and he was right.

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a few hours later, jaemin and you were sat side by side on a slightly secluded table. he decided against sitting close to the entrance, as the internet connexion wasn’t so good and you were required to do internet research. he felt on edge every time your thigh brushed lightly against his, though he wasn’t sure if you knew what you were doing or if you were completely oblivious to the small touches.

but you sure weren’t oblivious of the way his body reacted with each of them, fingers gripping tightly the edges of the book he had opened in front of him. you on the other hand pretended to not notice, intently reading the thesis you had found in google scholars about multifactorial and complex diseases.

at some point, you figured it was time to make your move and shoot your shot. it seemed like he liked your proximity and lingering touches, as he had never –in all the time you’ve spent in the library– made an attempt to pull away or make you stop. also, by the look of the prominent tent forming inside his school pants, he appeared to actually be really fond of it. smiling to yourself, you continued as if nothing happened.

jaemin was internally panicking, he was aware that eventually you were going to notice his little –not so little– problem. he wanted to either bury himself underground or lock himself inside his room and wait until he passed away from inanition, starvation or dehydration, whatever happened first. he tried thinking about disgusting things to make it go away, like strawberries or the time when he was dared to lick his friend donghyuck’s sweaty foot, but nothing seemed to work.

you could make out the outline of his hard dick from the inside of his pants, biting your lips to contain the smirk making its way to your face. your hand snaked up his thigh until it was close to where he most needed you, making him shudder and squirm nervously under your touch. “w-what are you doing?”, he managed to ask, swallowing the lump in his throat. this was the first time a hand that wasn’t his own was touching him. because, of course, he wasn’t that innocent. he had needs like every guy his age, hormones all over the place and making him painfully aware of the pretty girl sitting so close to him. your scent intoxicating and addictive, almost making him lean closer.

you didn’t even care to respond, too fascinated by the feeling of his clothed member against your hand, hot and heavy. “s-stop, this isn’t right, w-we can’t do this here.” the panic present on his voice made a chuckle fall from your lips, making jaemin shrink in his seat. 

“someone’s gonna hear us, w-we’ll get caught.” he didn’t know what else to tell you to make you stop, how could he convince you to stop when he didn’t want you to? you ignored his words and kept going, the idea of getting caught causing wetness to gather inside your panties. “then you’ll have to keep quiet,” the moan that slipped from his lips made you rub your thighs together to ease some of the tension.

you freed his member from the confines of his pants and briefs, pulling them down just enough for you to have easy access to it, but not so much to make it too obvious. he was big; thick enough to stretch you out nicely. you hummed in approval, spitting in the palm of your hand, going to grab ahold of his cock and slowly start to pump him. jaemin threw his head back, eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed shut and mouth agape in a silent moan. “does it feel good baby?” he hummed quietly, not trusting his voice. he leaned his body closer to yours, chest against your side while his head rested on your shoulder. “so needy”, you mumbled mockingly, to which his hips bucked slightly.

jaemin felt in cloud 9 having your soft hand wrapped tightly around his sensitive dick. he knew all of this was wrong, but it felt so good. he opened his eyes enough to be able to see you work on his shaft. your thumb flicked against his slit as it spread the leaking precum from the tip to the base. he was trying his best to avoid letting out any sound, afraid of drawing unwanted attention.

you could feel he was getting close by the stuttering of his hips, desperately thrusting back against your fist. and, as much as you wanted to see his face while cumming, you weren’t going to let him just yet. you needed him and you needed him now, your slick arousal starting to run down your inner thighs. you’ve had enough.

your hand stopped its ministrations, making him whine softly at the loss of friction. moving to straddle his thighs, you threw your leg over his until you were comfortably sitting on his lap, skirt riding up from your new position. your thin arms snaked around his neck, one going to tangle in his hair and the other to caress his jaw. his hands positioned themselves instantly in your hips, holding onto you for dear life. his eyes nervously wandered over your shoulder, making sure nobody was paying attention to what you both were doing.

you pulled his chin to get him to look at you, eyes hooded and filled with lust. you looked so hot, face flushed a pretty tone of red, eyes sparkling with mischief. he knew he would be jacking off to the thought of you for the rest of the year, if not for the rest of his life.

his thoughts were interrupted, heavy lids almost closing once again and mind going blank, as he felt you roll your hips against his hard cock, which was standing tall in between your bodies. biting your lip, you leaned in to kiss his, feeling for the first time his plump, soft pink lips against yours. a moan escaped your mouth at the sweet taste of his tongue, fighting against your desperately as if he would never be able to savour you again.

rising from his lap slightly, you used one of your hands to position the tip of his cock against your entrance and the other to push your panties aside. a soft groan left jaemin’s lips as he felt the wetness of your core. as you were about to lower yourself on him, he stopped you, fingers digging against your sides. “i-i have never done anything like this with anyone.” if you were being honest, you found his nervous stutter quite endearing. “then let me ruin you.” that was all it took for him to give in to you.

you pumped him a few more times, making sure to completely coat his shaft with both of your arousals. as you lowered yourself on him, you pulled him in for a heated kiss, swallowing his sounds of pleasure. when you had finally engulfed the entirety of his cock, you began moving your hips in circular motions, waiting for the both of you to get used to the feeling. the friction made him pull you closer, face buried in the crook of your neck while small whimpers left his lips, going straight to your core. your walls clenched around him tightly, drawing a loud groan from his chest, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

you kept kissing him, swallowing his groans and moans. he felt so good filling you up with his hard cock, he fit perfectly inside of you, as if he was made just for you; like a puzzle piece. “you feel so good, baby, stretching me out, so so good,” you praised him sweetly, hand running through his soft locks.

jaemin seemed to be unable to get enough of you. he didn’t want this to end, he wanted to stay with you –preferably inside of you–, be able to feel you so close and know he is the one who is making you feel so good.

“wait, fuck,” he gasped trying to catch his breath, “wait, i’m g-gonna cum if you keep going.” it hadn’t been long, but he was already worked up since you started touching him earlier. “is that so? remember we’re not using a condom, baby. if you cum inside me i could get pregnant.” you hummed, trying to get a reaction to your words out of him. and you got it as a higher pitched moan fell from his lips, feeling his grip on your waist tighten.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, huh?” you quirked an eyebrow, smirking to yourself when you felt him twitch inside of you. “yes”, he whimpered, vision blurred, the pleasure overpowering the fear of being caught. he found himself enjoying the thrill more than he should, almost embarrassed with how easily you could make him lose all his self-control. he knew you were playing with his mind, pushing him just enough to make him risk everything; his reputation, his image. exactly how you managed to get him to lose his innocence.

“what a filthy little boy, who would have guessed perfect student na jaemin was so much of a slut”, you whispered in his ear while raking your nails down his chest. jaemin could only buck his hips to meet yours, desperate to feel more, thighs burning from the effort. he was getting restless, unable to keep quiet as moans rolled off of his tongue with every roll of your hips. your mouth attached itself to his neck, biting harshly to leave pretty red marks that were soon to become purple. the sound of pages turning and typing on the library’s computers reminding you of where you were.

“please, i’m so close,” he didn’t even know what he was pleading for anymore, the only thing he knew was that he needed you, all of you, in every way possible; in every way you were willing to let him have you. “wanna cum inside my tight little pussy, baby? wanna fill me up with your hot cum and put your baby inside of me?” with glassy eyes and hot tears threatening to fall down his crimson cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure which was almost making him dizzy, he let out a string of ‘yes, yes, yes’. his hands clutched your hips to bring you closer, digging his nails on the flesh and leaving crescent moon shaped marks. a moan slipped from your lips, only increasing his desperation.

you picked up your pace, your naked thighs slapping lightly against his clothed ones. the both of you could hear the wet mewls your cunt made every time you lowered yourself on him until he was balls deep inside of you. his hips raised to meet yours, hitting your most sensitive spot with the tip of his cock, as he tried to match your fast rhythm.

jaemin didn’t know what to do with himself. he knew he had to be quiet or else someone was going to realize what was going on, but he physically couldn’t hold the sounds in. in fact, he could almost taste the faint taste of copper from biting too harshly on the flesh of his lips. on the other hand, you didn’t seem to have as much trouble to keep your cool, as only a couple of sighs of pleasure left your lips from time to time. little did jaemin know you were struggling to keep your mouth shut. every thrust of his hips causing him to hit deeper, the fucked out look in his face motivating you to go faster.

though you weren’t as close to cumming as he was, you knew this was his first time and it seemed like he was about to combust. it wouldn’t be so nice of you to make him wait longer, would it? “cum for me baby boy,” and that’s all it took for jaemin to reach his high, hips stuttering and hands trembling. feeling his seed paint your velvet walls, your hand went down your body to find your clit, starting to rub circles against your sensitive bud. a wave of pleasure shot through your body and made your hips jerk roughly against him. the sob jaemin let out went straight to your core making your climax approach faster than you would have thought.

taking advantage of the slippery mess he had made of the both of you, you slid up and down on him faster and with more strength. jaemin, seeing as you weren’t going to stop anytime soon, started growing impatient. “t-to much, p–ah, please, it’s too much”, but you didn’t stop, gripping his strong arms and grinding harder against him. “no, no, please, it hurts” he cried out desperately, begging you to stop bouncing on his oversensitive cock. you shook your head and pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt. you smacked your mouths together, diving in for another sloppy kiss that had jaemin weak on the knees and a moaning mess.

when you tore away from him, jaemin brought his fist to his face and bit it hard, trying equally as hard to control himself. his second orgasm of the day was coming closer and oh was it going to be strong. when it finally happened, his eyes rolled to the back, head dropping back. that was the last straw as you felt yourself coming, walls tightening and clenching around him to milk him dry, the movements of your hand becoming sloppy. he felt light-headed, slightly blacking out for a few seconds until he managed to recover his consciousness.

using his shoulders to help yourself off of him, you let him slip out of you. jaemin winced from the oversensitivity, hands quickly tucking himself inside his pants. as you fixed your ruined panties and messy hair, properly tidying up your clothes, you once again threw your bag over your shoulder. he eyed you with a disoriented look in his face, confused as to what you were doing.

he saw you turn around on your heels before walking out of the library, only your panties preventing his cum from running down your thighs. you left him there, without a single word, not even spared him a glance. you walked away from him as if you didn’t just fuck the life out of him, as if he hadn’t just gifted you his virginity, or more like as if you hadn’t just stolen it. as if all the kisses you shared and loving pet names you used on him meant nothing.

and the worst part of it all was the pang of hurt jaemin felt in his heart when realization fell down on him like a bucket of cold water.

to you, that moment meant nothing. because to you, he didn’t mean anything.

–lia:)

[littlesniggy]

Helloooooo! I love your writing and was looking forward to the request being opened again🥺 I'm feeling so excited right now!

Hmm, may i ask for a nsfw scenario with ichiji where he says "my face is your throne, come sit on it"?

Have a good day 💗

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! I love writing for Ichiji and I hope you like it! I'm not entirely sure what readers and Ichiji's relationship exactly is but I'd say it's pretty close to being in an actual relationship lol Reader is not royal (and maybe is/has been a servant?) and Ichiji just sticks to to her every chance he gets. I hope you're not mad at me but I changed your quote cause it just fit so perfectly but I can change it if you want! Just send me a message and tell me!! Anyway, please enjoy!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, oral, light slapping, name calling, King x Queen (servant lol)

Pairing: Ichiji x female reader

Word count: 2.4k

With an amused look he watched you order the cooks around, wanting everything to be perfect for the big day. He’d usually never even dream of lowering himself to coming down here but the whispering of the servants left him curious and he was surprised to actually see you invest so much time and effort into something so trivial and stupid like a birthday – of all the things you could’ve chosen to invest time in it was a birthday! He found it ridiculous.

“Instead of grinning so smugly you could help too!” you demanded, putting your hands on your hips. Ichiji raised an eyebrow in enjoyment, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Help?” he asked, voice sounding cocky. “Nah, that’s peasant’s work. But I guess you feel right at home here, don’t you, Y/n?” He was testing you but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of getting flustered.

“And what if I do?” you retorted, crossing your arms as well, taking up the challenge. The man snickered, the grin not leaving his face. “Serf stays serf, amirite?” his voice dropped an octave, knowing he hit a nerve but not giving a shit at all. You grinded your teeth, breathed in and out of your nose deeply before putting on a fake smile.

“Guess so. Got a problem with it?” He knew he got you and one more word could push you over the edge but he weighed his options and came to the conclusion that you being in a bad mood was not worth the fun. “See you later then, Y/n. Don’t overexert yourself down here. Father’s party is about to start in an hour and I want you to take a shower before you show yourself. Just cuz you like hanging around the servants you don’t need to look like one.” And with that, he left.

You watched him leave; once he was gone, the anger hit you and you let out an angry screech. “Bastard!” you yelled after him before turning back to the cooks who were all standing there petrified at this encounter. Nobody dared to talk to him like that and live. Understandably, they had no idea how to behave.

“What are you looking at?! Get back to work!”

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Judge’s birthday was as boring as you had expected – until the drinking came! You knew Ichiji and his siblings wouldn’t get drunk but all these high-profile people that had been invited sure as hell did. You weren’t particularly fond of the Vinsmoke leader but it was always good to be on his good side; especially since he was the one who let you stay here. Ichiji would kick you off this kingdom if his father told him to.

You were standing on the side line, a drink in your hand but still sober. After all, this was still your first and you never intended on getting drunk yourself. Niji and Yonji were drinking two other princes under the table, mocking them for being so weak. Barely dressed ladies kept serving alcohol, being subject to a lot of maybe wanted or unwanted attention, you didn’t know but either way they knew what they were getting into.

“This party is quite the success. You’re gonna stay to clean up after everyone, too, servant?” you heard Ichiji’s voice next to you and were surprised to see him lean casually against the wall, a mug of beer in his hand. “And if I did?” you questioned, turning your whole body towards him, getting closer and leaning your body against his, looking up at him suggestively. “Are you gonna punish me?”

Ichiji’s smirk grew wider, his hand finding its way to your cheek, gently stroking it. “Depends….” He said, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. “On what?” you whispered, putting his thumb between your lips, lightly sucking on the digit while never breaking eye contact.

“If you do a good job or not. Can’t have a sloppy maid now, can I?” he replied, enjoying the way your sucked in his finger with your mouth. “Guess you can’t. But I guess I’m more of a queen material anyway, right?” you started moving your head back and forth slowly, tasting the salt on his skin. “Queen material?” he chuckled, pulling his thumb out of your wet cave. “You’re not even close to being a princess. So what makes you think you can be a queen?” he smeared your saliva on your cheek, awaiting your response.

“Well…and the reason for that is that you’ve never actually taught me how to be a proper queen in the first place. So I’d say it’s actually your fault, isn’t it?” you bit your bottom lip, loving the way you two went back and forth until one of you won. Or landed in bed.

“Is that so? Then I guess I have to teach you.”

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“I’m not expert but I think this is not how a queen behaves….” You said, looking up at Ichiji not overly excited about your position. You had your hands were folded on your naked lap, your bare breasts being on full display for him to look at. When you were thinking about him giving you “lessons” about being a queen, you had the slight hope he would actually let you command him around but you should’ve known better.

“Before you can be a queen, you need to learn how to listen to your king first, Y/n.” he said with a smug grin on his face, sitting in front of you on the bed, you between his spread legs like a good servant, not a queen. “Well, what does my king want?” you asked, looking up at him with one eyebrow raised.

“Your king wants you to please him, like the good little slut you usually are for him.” He purred. “And how does my king wish to be pleased?” you insisted, already knowing the answer. You saw a slight twitch in his pants to your words, getting hard by you being so submissive to him. Why haven’t you done this before? Master and slave, or if you wanted to insist king and “queen”, was really doing it for him. And you two haven’t even really started yet.

“Why don’t you start by opening my pants? You need to serve your king, remember? And undressing him is part of this.” He answered, watching how you got up with a small grin on your lips, starting to undress him completely. He had to get up for you to remove his pants but when you were done, you sat back down between your legs, looking up at him with big eyes.

You tried to ignore his member practically poking your face and instead focus on his face. “You may worship my body.” He allowed you with this condescending tone and shit eating grin but it turned you on. To be honest, this position had you even more excited than originally expected. His harsh eyes boring into you, devouring every inch of your naked body, leaving a hot prickle on your skin.

Your hands started moving up his calved, your face leaning in to kiss the skin of his legs up, over his knees and to his thighs. Your palms came up with your head, rubbing the sensitive skin on his inner thighs, seeing how he got light goosebumps at your touch. His member twitched a little, bobbing up and down in front of your face but you didn’t pay it attention just yet.

Your lips kissed his thighs, your teeth lightly scratching over the flesh before you moved further up to his hip bone, nibbling on it while your hands felt his abs, tracing each pack carefully, feeling how his muscles flexed underneath your touch. His dick brushed against your cheek when you started kissing his stomach as well, his pre-cum leaving a hot and wet mark on your skin.

Your pussy started to get wetter at the short contact, already anticipating the moment it could wrap around him and clench him until he was dry. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, wanted to give yourself some pleasure as well but, in order to be a good queen, you needed to put his needs above your own (for now at least).

Your lips moved down again, kissing the junction of his lower abdomen and dick, his member pressed flush against your cheek while you did. You moved one hand to the base of his dick, wrapping your fingers around him and letting your thumb circle the soft skin of his dick. You wanted to hear him sigh at this contact but you were left disappointed. He never gave you the satisfaction of letting you see how good you made him feel.

“May I kiss your dick, my king?” you asked, looking back up at him again, waiting for permission. His dick twitched once again at your words, the grin growing even wider if that was even possible. “You may.” He allowed, watching how you slowly kissed his member with little butterfly kisses up and down.

“It’s so perfect, my king.” You praised him. Another twitch. “I wonder what it tastes like.” Even though you knew what he tasted like you enjoyed how his dick twitched with each word, betraying his otherwise aloof behavior. He was a human being with a good sex drive, after all. His father apparently didn’t wipe out all of his emotions.

“You can give it a try.” He suggested. “Thank you.” Your mouth wrapped around the hot head, followed by a long and deep suck, eliciting a small grown from him. Finally, you thought satisfied. You let your tongue twirl around the tip, first slowly, then fast, then back to slowly. The pre-cum started coming out more frequently, being eagerly licked up by your tongue and swallowed.

“How eager you are to please your king. Maybe I can make a good queen out of you after all. But first, you need to put in a little more effort. I think you can fit more of me into your mouth, can’t you?” he asked. As a response, you started taking him in deeper and deeper, feeling how his big member filled your mouth to the brim before taking him down your throat, swallowing him to the base. Now it was your turn to grown at this feeling, the vibration stimulating him in return. “That’s right, Y/n. Just like that.” He praised, voice sounding a little strained.

You let his dick glide out your mouth again, sucking on his tip before taking him in deep into your mouth once more, this time only until his tip brushed against the back of your throat. With that, you started to bob your head forth and back in a steady pace, your hands moving in tandem with your mouth, giving him as much pleasure as possible.

You twisted your hand, varying the pressure of your hand around his shaft; your second hand came up to his balls, fondling them in your palm or squeezing lightly. You put in all your effort into pleasing him while your own arousal was dripping to the floor by now. Every time you took him in, tasted his pre-cum, made him twitch your core send up electric impulses through your body, begging to be pleased as well.

“Do you like my dick?” your heard him ask. A quick look up at his face told him you certainly did, hallowing your cheeks to suck at him again before bobbing your head repeatedly.

When you let him slip out of your mouth, you didn’t give him time to complain or reprimand you; you took your breasts and put them around his dick, starting to move them up and down, your eyes finding his anew. “Do you like this, my king?” you asked innocently, wiggling your breasts between your hands, creating a sight he simply couldn’t resist.

“I would be a fool if I didn’t.” he replied, watching how your tits moved around his dick. You lowered your head, letting your tongue flicker over the mushroom head every time it appeared, licking up his arousal once more. Your fingers started twisting your nipples, finally giving you some pleasure even though it was not the desired spot.

“Damn, Y/n. Pleasuring yourself? I thought I’ve told your that you should put my needs above your own…” he scolded you in amusement, loving the sight of your twisting your nipples while you gave him a tit job.

“I’ve been thinking….my job as your queen is to serve you but….what’s the king’s obligation towards his queen?” you asked, continuously moving around him. Ichiji huffed, grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“If you have time to think and ask silly questions while your entire focus should be on pleasing me then I guess I was a little hasty in praising you.” He whispered in a deep tone, this bass resonating in your own body.

You bit your lip at his words but didn’t stop your movements; your fingers pinched your nipples hard, making you pant in response. “Maybe that’s because I need your help, my king.” You whispered back, rubbing your thighs together. “I’ve been dripping ever since I started to touch you, my king. Your body has just this effect on me…” you praised him, thinking it will increase your chances of him finally giving you pleasure as well.

Ichiji chuckled at your words and let go of your chin, instead tracing your cheek with his finger. “Is that so?” he asked curiously. “Of course, my king. I’m craving your body.” You kept going, looking him deep into his eyes. “Pathetic.” He purred, making you stop dead in your tracks at his words. What?

“You want to be a queen yet you act like the servant you’ve always been and always will be.” He grabbed your hair and pulled you on your feet, pulling your face close to his.

“But you-“

“- said I would teach you how to be a queen? I did. But the moment I told you to undress and get on your knees you should’ve fought back. Cuz that’s what queens do….”

“You damn bastard, you set me up!”

“I did. But I can’t say I didn’t like what you did. So, as the graceful and just king that I am, I’m gonna make you an offer.” His hand let go of your hair and instead pulled you onto his lab by your hips.

“Since you wanna be a queen so badly, why don’t you sit your dripping pussy down on my face? Cuz that’s the only throne you’ll be sitting on tonight.”