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doodle-pops · 2 years ago

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Cherry Blossoms

Manwë x reader

A/N: First smut piece of the new year and since Kinktober, it's been a long while, hasn't it? :) I felt like I almost forgot how to write a decent piece lol

Warnings: fembod, breeding, size kink, knotting, dom-sub dynamic, manhandling, fingering, cervix fucking, stomach bulging, avian traits and Manwë being a feral King

Words: 6.5k

Synopsis: Cherry blossoms were always Manwë's favourite flower especially when he could taste it on your skin during a spring heat.

The moment you stepped onto the grounds of Illmarin, Manwё was able to smell you and it spurred his temptation to have you into overdrive. He was resisting the urge to leave his solidarity and come find you. The way you aimlessly roamed through the halls of Illmarin, calling out his name or his herald prompted his hand to run down his down and grip the base of his shaft. Your voice sounded sweet and innocent, like the finest cherry blossoms spring had to offer this year. Your honey scent rippled off your skin and waffled through the air, travelling all the way to his quiet domain to assist him with his indulgence.

The hand wrapped around his shaft refused to start off slowly; the heavy grip at the base squeezed and tugged as his other hand fondled his balls. Harmonious moans were sung through the room and echoed off the glass walls, some dancing through the air and into the open garden. For every moan he released, your presence grew nearer and so was your scent; you were ripe for taking. There wasn’t a single thought behind his head other than taking you right the moment you walked through those doors. Just to have you sprawled out beneath him as his hips drove themselves into your heavenly heat while you sang his name alongside the magpies and larks. Just like a spring bird.

His eyes were shut when he heard your footsteps halt outside his room, and he silently and impatiently waited for you to push the cream and blue doors open. Behind his impatience, mutters and growls about you keeping your mate waiting grew to bass-baritone. The hand sliding along his shaft quickened its pace but still kept it under control, wanting for you to become aware of how wild he would become for you. How easily your scent and presence would drive him to the brink of sanity and make him lose all sense of composure.

A quiet knock on the door took him out of his trance and urged him to crane his neck to the right and observe your petite figure entering his room. The moment you walked through the door, you were met with Manwё’s back facing you, naked in the pool with his white hair clinging to his skin. The glow of his skin under Arien’s ray was stunning the longer you stared. His muscles were toned and ripped, and the slight tan to his skin as the light kissed him made you feel jealous. You wanted to be up close and personal with him like she did. Manwё could feel your gaze on him, and he felt pleased knowing that his mate was impressed with his physique. His ability to protect and provide was approved by you.

You were still standing near the door when his voice rang out, missing the hint of him teasing you, “How did you know I was here buttercup?” It was taking every last ounce of restraint from Manwё to not pounce on you right there. But at the same time, he was using the realistic visual to assist his throbbing cock and the precum oozing from the tip.

“I-I don’t exactly know My Lord, I just walked,” the use of his title made his cock throb with more want and a greater desire to ravish you on the cold marble floor. The innocence in your voice was driving him up a mountain. He had yet to turn around and bare himself to you, allowing you to witness the mess you were making of him. Though, he was stunned that you hadn’t questioned his lack of integrity in his nudity, “Apologies My Lord if I interrupted—”

“—You interrupted nothing, you are welcomed…to stay if it,” the growls in his voice echoed while the rigid muscles in his back and arms gave away his tenseness, “pleases you, princess.” His voice echoed inside your mind, melting and turning you into a complete puddle of mess. The use of your endearing term incited butterflies to fly around in your stomach before travelling to your heat. All the while, you still didn’t comprehend what was happening to him.

“Manwё—”

“My Lord, that is to you princess,” his voice was like caramel; rich, sweet, thick and creamy as it poured into your ears and made your core throb. A tiny flow of your arousal leaked and it didn’t go unnoticed by the Elder King. His nose twitched and pointed in the air as he directed a cool flow of wind to pick up your scent. Manwё didn’t attempt to withhold the moan escaping his throat while his wrist flicked his shaft, thumb swiping at the slit, and squeezing his balls. He was close and he could feel the swelling of his balls being filled with his cum and the dire urge to breed you. Lulling his head to the side, his stormy blue eyes slithered over to observe your state of shock; the pheromones radiating off you surely did not assist in covering up your desire for him as well.

You were standing there, holding your arms with doe eyes at your King. This was a new behaviour from him, one you hadn’t experienced nor heard of before. It turned you on which created a stream of flowing mess trailing down your thighs and clinging to your lips, but you weren’t sure how he would take it. As far as you knew, your Lord was reserved with anything that involved intimacy. “M-My Lord Manwё, is everything alright? You do not quite look yourself…” and it was then you saw it, the ring of gold that flashed in the light and the predatory gleam in his eyes told you that this was not your Manwё.

Loving the gasp elicited from you, he couldn’t help but feel in a playful mood; he wanted to toy with his meal before devouring you whole and thoroughly. You were such a pretty prey, why not play with his meal for a bit, rile you up to his liking and then ravish you. The deep chuckle that reverberated within his chest bounced off the glass and marble walls. It echoed deep within your fёa and added to the growing arousal. You believed that from the distance the King stood, he could surely see the small wet patch on your dress that clung to your heat. It made you shuffle your hands to cover up while dancing on your feet.

While you were shuffling, Manwё took the opportunity to turn himself around and bare his naked form to you, though you only saw from his waist come up. Wading through the waters, he glided with elegance until he approached the staircase and bounded up the four-threader with ease before strutting over to you. Naked as he was created, the rise in your heart rate was picked up by him and he smirked at the effects. You were his mate; it was your duty to be affected by him. everything he did was supposed to make you swoon for him because they were all done for you.

His left hand reached up to push his hair back and out of his face, allowing it to cascade down his back. The water droplets clung to his skin with an absolute refusal to let go and the slight tan to his caramel skin made him appear delectable. Your tongue betrayed you and poked past your lips to wet them. Images of you licking the water off his skin flooded your mind and made you grow hotter. Even, the knowledge and reality of your King strolling casually over to you in his naked form was making it hard to breathe. You didn’t know if to inhale twice before exhaling or the opposite. You found yourself struggling to compose your fidgeting, especially the eyes. Where to look other than his leaking cock that dangled like a third leg? The sky, the walls or the pools? He strutted proudly over to you with danger and hunger gleaming in his eyes.

The tip was red and stood out from the rest of his body and it appeared angry and hungry, desperately waiting and wanting to be put out of misery. His veins were engorged and if anything, his cock was engorged as well. You knew and heard enough about what the average male carried, and this was beyond average. Even knowing that he was a celestial being, he wasn’t supposed to be that big, right? His body was beefier than normal as though he spent a copious time building muscles in your absence. And his height, what was the normal nine feet he presented himself as was now ten feet. Your Lord towered over your meek form with feral grins and coy smirks. All this time, you were trapped between the door and his approaching figure. You could run if you wanted, but your legs refused to move due to the desired essences his presence offered. You were feeding off him.

“My, my, my, what have we here. A little bird in my domain in need of helping,” he finally stood above you, thick fingers gripping your chin and tilting it upwards to meet his midnight blue eyes. The flash of desire and the swirling storms raging within told you that Manwё had long given up the internal battle. At the whisper of his words, you rubbed your thighs together to cease the growing pain. You King didn’t miss the action, he smelt it right off you.

His head couldn’t help but dip to meet your face, licking his peach lips as he observed your trembling form. So meek and timid, perfect for his taking to fill you with his cum. You were ripe for his taking and your King wasn’t missing the opportunity. Swiping his thumb against your bottom lip, he marvelled at its softness; cherry blossoms, and he wished to bite or nibble at it.

You were lost in his hypnotic gaze as it sucked you into a never-ending pit of pleasure. You weren’t even aware of the hand that tugged yours and guided you over to the pool. Your legs aimlessly followed his massive figure over to the crystal waters filled with cherry blossoms, your King’s favourite flower during the spring. Eyes locked onto the pool filled with flowers, a hand rose to cup the back of your neck before trailing your skin to meet the laces on your dress. With an easy tug, the laces came undone and your dress loosen around your frame. He was impatient and didn’t appreciate the wait, right now, he had no problem shredding the dress of your body and tossing it to the side haphazardly before tugging your dazed figure into the waters.

Bare before your King, he eyed you up and down, eyes falling on your hips and stomach as images of having you stuffed with his cum while he bruised your hips filled his mind. Oh, your King was going to wreck you from start till end. Any attempt to cover up was removed from the admiration he cast your way. His thick fingers trailed over your skin leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake while ghosting your neither regions. Manwë’s hands didn’t fail to cup your breast, feeling your trembling and marvelling at the perfection they were as they sat in his hands. The shy virgin in you was peeking out from behind her hands at the interaction. She wanted to cower timidly at her Lord, but the lustful looks he gave to her, beckoned her to climb out of her shy shell. Manwë wanted to dance with her and show her the world she was missing and yet to enjoy.

The pleasure and excitement of having him all to herself, giving herself all to him; to be claimed and consumed by a godly figure like himself. He wanted her to experience all that and more. “Be not shy before me arimelda, bare yourself to me, your King—join me and become mines,” his voice reached out to your fëa and tickled you out of your shell. His hand reached out to guide you into the water, and step by step, he pulled you in to meet him. The inviting look in his eyes made you walk to him blindly without a care in the world. You knew that Manwë would never hurt you and that you trusted him with your life.

Leading you over to the miniature waterfall, you stood on the stones to give yourself some height as your King silently pressed himself against your back. His hands ran up and down your arms, caressing your honey skin and covering you with water. You could feel his cock poking your back, rubbing to gain slight friction as his hands began to wander. From your arms, they came to your neck and shoulders, tilting it to the side for him to bring his lips down on your skin. Biting and sucking on the delicate flesh, Manwë was decorating your skin in hues of purple flowers. Your brain was hazy from all the pheromones he was permeating through the air and prompted your body to relax into his. Your hands that covered your breast fell to the side and dragged their nails into his thighs. For every bite he gave, your nail dug deeper into his flesh, barely breaking the skin.

The sounds of water and moans danced through the air as Manwë devoured your skin like it was the sweetest nectar heaven offered him. His hands ran up and down your body crazily, making the most stops around your lower abdomen, cupping the area and giving little rubs as he mentally imaged your skin stretched and filled with his cum. His left hand danced lower past your navel and closer to your heat while the right remained on your abdomen. His lips trailed closer to your ears to whisper absolute filth about what he was planning on doing.

“Right here,” he rubbed your stomach, “I’m going to fill you with my cum so sweetly that you’d beg me for more, hmm sweetness. And right here,” he cupped your cunt, "I’m going to fuck you so perfectly with my cock...make you mine.” His hand cupped your cunt dipped lower to spread your lips and run his thumb through your folds.

Tossing your head onto Manwë’s shoulder as you twisted in his embrace at the newfound sensation, you gasped as you felt his tongue brushing your earlobe at the same time his index finger slunk into your entrance. Everything was overwhelming, it was as though your senses were on fire. You felt everything all at once and didn't know how to process it—push him away or keep him close. All you knew was that the pleasure was phenomenal. Your hands left his thighs to grip his biceps, curling into them and leaving dozens of crescent moon marking for later showings. The flick of his tongue and finger were in synchronicity and knocked the air out of your chest, you were fighting to compute a sentence aside from the musically pleasing moans and whines.

Manwë’s avian traits were feeding into the songs and considered you singing for him. A pleasing response for the King from his mate. He couldn’t help but respond with low coos in your ear while he grounded his hips into your back for greater friction, smearing his precum across your skin and staining you with his scent. The underlying possessiveness of your King. You would hear it in the lowly grows and chirps.

“My K-King! Feels...feels,” you fumbled with your words as his finger caved deeper, brushing the tip of your cervix.

“Go on, tell your mate how he’s making you feel little dove,” he cooed in your ear while nibbling on your lobe. His finger took the right moment to twist and pump with greater vigour causing you to arch out of his grasp and check on a sob, “let him know how much you love his hands all over you.”

Fighting in Manwë's grip as the pleasure grew, he removed his hand from your stomach and cupped your head to turn it towards him and met his lips. His larger ones swooped down to capture yours in a heated lock. There was no point in fighting for dominance, you understood that your King was in charge and there was no questioning it. With ease, he pried your lips apart the same time he traced another finger around your entrance, prepping you before joining the other. He had to ensure you were ready to take him otherwise he'd tear you in half. The thought of you being a tight fit made his head light and giddy. Oh, Manwë wanted to ruin you to complete shatters. To feel your nails digging into his biceps and begging him to slow down as he left your insides battered drove his cock to sputter cum across your back. The loud grunt of his baritone moan echoed off the glass as his hips eased their movement bringing him down from his high.

“M-My King, you came?”

“Worry not my little dove, there’s more where that came from and it’s all for you. I have plenty to give,” he spoke into the kiss before wrapping his tongue around yours and sucking on the muscle drawing out musical notes. He was sucking the air out of your chest, loving the taste of cherries, “but for now, let me feel you around my fingers once more, cream all over them for me, let me taste you.”

“Ngh—oh fuck,” you squealed as his second ginger joined the first, tight was the fit and suffocating Manwë felt. His cock twitched in delight and anticipation. His fingers crooked and pumped their way past your walls, relishing in the hot, gummy sensation. The sponginess of your heat wrapped around his fingers elicited groans from his lips. Manwë wasn’t sure if he could take the wait any longer and decided it was to withdraw his fingers. Crying out at the loss of his digits, your body was airborne for a short moment before your back was pressed against the cold wet hard stone of the waterfall and your legs wrapped around the Elder King’s waist. You were like a doll compared to him, perfect for manhandling about the place to his liking.

His enormous palms reached out to cup your ass, lifting and bringing you closer to his waiting cock. With your short arms around his neck, you craned to look down at where he was slapping against your stomach. The sheer weight of his cock resting against you made you terrified of what was yet to come. “M-My Lord, I d-don’t think you w-would fit...you're too big for me,” whining at him, which caught his attention, Manwë dipped his head down to cup your face while thumbing your cheeks.

“My sweetest little dove, you were made for me, therefore I will fit. We will make it fit,” with that, he easily lifted you with his left hand while the right was stroking his hardened cock, readying it for passage.

Looking down at his leaking cock, you gasped when the head nudged against your entrance, pushing itself past the first ring of muscles. Scrambling in his hold and clawing at his back, once the tip slipped in, Manwë slowly sunk you down on his shaft. His veins kissed your gummy walls, noodling and reshaping you to fit and take him all. You were made for him, your cunt would wrap perfectly around his cock, even if it meant suffocating the life out of him. The weight of his cock nestled deep within your heat with his tip rubbing against your cervix earned him to first pulse and contraction before he felt warmth trickling down. Just his size was enough to give you your first orgasm. Clenching and spasming around his dick and making him hiss in excitement.

Your legs tightened around his waist as the pressure never ended. The hand that held his cock, travelled upwards to rest against your abdomen swallowing your stomach whole. With a gentle press, Manwë felt his cock lodged deep within and where it belonged. The outline was visible from both your angles; however, your eyes were busy being shut and taking in the stretching pain of your walls. You were waiting to be torn in half. Nothing in life could have prepared you for your first time with the Elder King. Everything about him was perfect and it was known from the mewls and whines you released in his ear. His nails on instinct, dug into the flesh of your ass, gripping the soft muscles and squeezing the remnants of it. You were more perfect in real life than some minor fantasy he conjured during his previous heats.

“My Lord...” you cried as you felt the pulsation from his cock, beating within your heat. You wished that he would move and not deny you the pleasure he promised. The young innocent maiden was still there, but she was borderline becoming a wild and ravenous woman.

“Little one, if I move, I'll break you. I can't have that ha—"

“—I don't care about being fragile. I want you to fuck me like you desire My King. Please, just give yourself to me...”

The sound of growls and wet skin slapping aggressively against each other echoed throughout the room. Moans mixed with mewls and cries for more as your hands dropped to press against your King's stomach, begging him to slow down while your legs did the opposite and tightened to suck him in urged Manwë to become more relentless. A quick slap to your hand as he snatched and them above your head, one hand cupping your ass and the other holding you prisoner.

A beautiful and haunting laugh ripped from his throat before he before his face to hover above yours, “Trying to run from what I'm giving dove, you asked for this? Your King is serving his Queen, you should be grateful.” His mouth swooped down to capture yours in a stormy dance of teeth and tongue. They clashed and collided against each other while his hips work their thunderous magic on your cunt. The obvious ring of cream coating his cock at the base told you that he was hungry for more. It was so beautifully created as it told the story of how the Elder King became one with his mate.

Your nipples were hardened as they rubbed against his chest, creating a delicious friction that made your cunt throb and tightened around his cock. The little stutter of his hips as he laughed at the action did nothing to deter his momentum. Your Vala had power for days as he sandwiched you between the stone wall and his muscular body. You couldn’t do anything as his hips and mouth worked their magic of leaving you beaten and battered. The way his cock would slide past your gummy walls, moulding and reshaping it to hug him perfectly as it was always meant to be had your brain delirious.

The diabolical and sinister slaps and rolls of his hips to make his cock punish your cervix had you babbling into his mouth nonstop. He loved that; he enjoyed the mess he was able to make of his Queen. Only a true mate who loved and worshipped his lover would give them the immense pleasure he condoned. He wanted to mould himself with you, reshape you and him so you would both fit each other like perfect pieces to a puzzle. He would give everything to you, and you would give everything to him.

The loud pita-patter of his heavy balls beating against your ass echoed brilliantly throughout the room as his cock drove with aggression in and out of your heat. For every cry of his name, his hips increased their motion until he was punishing and bruising your hips. Pounding away at your gummy walls, the feral grunts of his pleasure were sung into your ear the deeper his cock plunged past your mushy walls.

Dragging his lips away from your mouth leaving only a trail of saliva to hang, he locked eyes would your closed one and growled. The hands holding yours released them and gripped your cheeks, careful to not scratch you with his nails, “Eyes on me darling, look at me as I’m giving my all to you,” his hand gave a gentle shake to your face to get you to open your eyes but to no avail, you responded. He wasn’t pleased with the lack of attention on him as he was pouring his sweat into making you his. With ease, he forced himself to slow his hips, making the dragging off his cock snail's pace. It was enough to gain your attention with a whine and cry of his name, “Manwë—”

“—Ah, now that I have your attention little dove, eyes on me or I’ll stop,” his nostrils flared as he spoke with a storm in his eyes. If he was about to give you his seed, might as well incorporate some romantic themes into the sloppy, rough fuck he was delivering.

Keeping his hands on your cheeks, he watched as your eyes fluttered and fought to stay open as his hips regained their low and delirious pumping that made your head spin. The little starry and distant look he observed swelled his ego. You were sure that weeks and months after this fuck, you'd be feeling his cock stirring in your heat. Even right then, the notion of being fucked was so good by a god had a waterfall running from your legs and Manwë loved every second of it. The squelching with every slap of his thighs to your hips bruised your pelvis and left a delicious burn, “Just like that, eyes on me...good girl.”

Manwë's head had dipped to bury in your neck, quick to devour your scent and his. All that mattered to him was that you smelt like him during and after his heat. Nudging his nose and swiping his tongue to collect your taste, he growled in delight at the satisfaction of the sweetness he savoured. Your honeysuckle skin that smelt like spring's freshest cherry blossoms made his feral desires grow. The action of his heated tongue on your skin forced you to release harmonic pants and increase the flow of your arousal which led to the loud squelching of his cock pumping into you, “Manwë, ngh, please don't stop—right there...”

Your moans were increasing as his tempo grew and your fingers laced themselves into his hair, nails pressing into his scalp. At the action, Manwë’s head tossed back, leaving his neck open for assaulting and you took to opportunity to lean upwards to plant your lips upon his silky skin. Your tongue lapped at the water droplets, tasting the richness of the caramel his skin provided. You were hungry for the divine richness your godly lover provided, any inch of skin revealed to you, your mouth ran over leaving your own markings on him.

“Mmmh, sweetness, your mouth feels divine, but I would rather have it screaming my name, no?” within an instant, Manwë gathered you in his arms as waded through the water to the sides of the pool and placed you on the cold tile. For every powerful step he took, your walls trembled around his cock, clenching at the tip rubbing against your soft spot. You were resisting the dire urge to roll your eyes and become brain dead when he wasn't even fucking you at the moment.

You couldn’t help but shriek as the coldness seeped into your bones and moan right after as your King dragged your body down onto his cock. Manwë’s body towered over yours, arms and legs caging either side of your frame and enormous hands gripping the back of your thighs, spreading and pushing them to meet your head. His thick fingers pressed into the fatness of your thigh, squeezing at the plump flesh.

You couldn’t believe the position you were contorted into—like some wild common whore—but you weren’t complaining when you could feel the thick veins on his cock dragging along your spongy walls smoothly. The imprint of his cock was more visible in the noon daylight, shifting and tugging, doing everything it could to accommodate and mould you to take his cock and cum. Even the pressing weight of his massive body was doing its part in ensuring you stayed under him, where you belonged.

“So. Fucking. Perfect. And all for me,” folding you into a deeper mating press, his thighs slapped vigorously against your softer ones, leaving a series of red prints. Every thrust sent your eyes into your head, and it earned you growls to keep it open and on him. “Keep those eyes, open sweetness. Gonna take my cum and look so pretty. All round for me?” a hard thrust and you nearly slipped out of his grip, “running from me still? Uh, uh, darling. Can’t do that—gonna fuck you till you're full of my cum and cock.”

All your responses were endless babbling and nonsensical mumbling. Hands scraping for a grip as you slid across the tiles, struggling to beg for release and relief, your legs were cramping on you as your high was near. You could feel the second wave of pressure tightening in your core, but your hands were busy pushing against his abdomen to slow his sinful thrusts. All Manwë did was ignore and pressed on harder. If you could walk after, it would be Eru feeling sympathetic towards the mess you would become.

Your fucked out face and brain couldn’t comprehend a thing other than the rough pounding your godly lover was gifting. It was beyond a gift and dream to be trapped under the stature of a deity like the Elder King. To this moment, you still couldn’t wrap your head around the notion of following along with his wishes. You were supposed to leave him in solidarity, not join him in fucking you senseless. Either way, the latter was proving to be the greatest life-changing moment.

“I can feel you...you’re close. Look at how she squeezes me, she wants my cum. She wants me to fill her up. Your cunt knows that she desires my seed,” the heavenly ghosting of his lips against the shell of your ears melted every last restraint and fibre of being you were made up of. The suction your lips had on his cock, refusing to let him go and tugging him back to coat more cream over his cock was heart-warming.

“P-Please My King don’t stop. Please f-fill me up,” you cried out to him at the last minute before you felt your walls seizing up and breaking down. The waterfall that burst through bested the one he had in his pool as you sprayed your release all over his abdomen, initiating a sinister growl from his chest. The look of awe and lust as he looked on at your mess prompted him to pick you up and sit you on his lap, bouncing you on his cock and fucking you through your orgasm. He had no remorse for stopping and giving you time to recuperate; he’d fuck you into another orgasm until your brain could take no more.

“I’m not stopping until you cum again for me darling, let me have a taste of you all over my cock. Go ahead and make a mess...I'll fuck you until I'm ready to stop, and I'm far from finished...”

His words made your heart leap for joy but also prompted every noise that slipped past your lips to become whiney. Being fucked senseless by a Godly being was a dream and wish come through. There was nothing that could wake you from this experience or that you would allow to interrupt your 'being fucked to perfection' session. Whimpering like you were also in heat, your King's name tumbled from your lips along with the most delirious statements that would never escape were you anywhere sober. But to Manwë, he wanted you to let loose and become one with him, he didn't care about how whiney or pathetically broken your cries and pleas was. All that mattered was that his mate was enjoying the pleasure he gave.

Riding your tiny figure on his cock, arms gripping your thighs and moving you up and down, you could feel the change in his girth the faster he guided you. The base of his cock was swelling with his seed, and it urged him you fuck you faster. Listening as you babbled for his cum, begging for him to stuff you full, placed a smile on his face. The more you cried, the further he sunk you down his cock, forcing the knot at the base of his cock to slip in. You weren’t aware of what was happening as the knot slipped in until the expansion began. A quick scramble as pain shot through you as your entrance widened around his cock but Manwë was too busy seductively tossing his head back to moan, feeling his release nearing.

“M-Manwë...” tossing your own head back as you squirmed at the growing knot, he was still bouncing you it and attempting to fuck you into another orgasm as promised. He was closer than you, the grips on your waist and sporadic thrusts screamed his release was near.

Your eyes widened before they rolled inwards at the volume of cum he pumped into you. A whorish like moan fell from your lips as you caved into his embrace. It was hot as it filled your insides like some dessert. He was stuffing you over the edge and leaving you satisfied. The growing bulge in your lower abdomen, a mixture of cock and cum, was round and swollen and still rising. Any second again and you could have sworn that you would pop.

A throaty moan was sung through the air as his cum offloaded into your womb. His right hand slipped off your waist to press against. Your eyes rolled back inside your head at the extra growing sensation prompting your body to convulse and tremble profusely. The plug-like knot at the base grew until it felt stuck to ensure that not one ounce of his cum escaped. However, it was the expansion of your muscles around the knot that urged you to cry out, catching Manwë's attention.

The air between then and now shifted to the aftermath of the storm as Manwë eyes softened at your discomfort and were quick to tug you into his arms, rubbing your back. “Shush, shush, I know, I know little dove. It hurts and I’m sorry for causing you pain. It was not my intention,” he cooed into your wet hair, cheeks pressed against it and inhaling his scent that now mingled among yours.

His wings couldn’t help but appear at that moment, puffed and white, encasing you both as he held you close to him, shutting out the rest of the world. For years he’s been wanting to claim you as his. Watching and yearning for you during his heats, lying like his herald and claiming to go on trips to the mountains during spring all because he was fearful of scaring you into a level of commitment that required time and effort.

“It h-hurts,” you still cried into his chest feeling like a child clinging to his massive form. Your voice snapped him out of his paradise and caused small tears to build in the corner of his eyes. Soft coos and pats to your back and head were delivered as Manwë attempted to soothe the burning stretch of his knot. He tried to shift his hips slowly, grinding your lips around his knot to flex the muscles so accommodation could be more comfortable. Manwë knew that it was a relief to have you here, but it was also a mistake, his heat was still four more days to go. You being here meant never leaving until he was finished, and even then, the urge to build a nest and keep you safe and secure was important. You were trapped with your bird lover for weeks.

“I’m sorry you had to experience this for your first time little dove, I don’t know what came over me. You were just so...” instead of finishing off his statement, not wanting to seem so easily swooned, Manwë opted to let his words fall and continue to comfort you.

“Manwë...what's happening?” your small voice rang out to him while you resisted the urge to cry out. His body had stopped pumping cum into you and now it was simply his mixture relaxing in your womb.

“…Uh, how do I put this. You know, I have wings and avian tendencies...and like birds, I experience most of their habits like this one,” he was biting his nails and clawing at his brain explaining this to you. It felt like explaining how babies are created to a child.

“This? What do you mean by this Manwë? I’m not following,” lifting your head off his chest, you peered at him with doe eyes, glossy and innocent as if he didn’t rearrange your insides minutes ago.

Huffing and puffing, his wings couldn’t help but curl in closer to keep you from escaping should the response frighten you, “What we just did little dove was...mate. I mated with you the way birds do during spring. I bonded with you...for life.” His fell and silence took over the room. The only sounds were the merry chirping of the birds, singing about the union and rustling waters in the pool. Your breathing was quiet as was his as you remained seated in his lap. His feathers were tense and shut as he awaited some negative outburst knowing that you were a person who preferred to be told things beforehand.

“Oh,” you grinned at him before dipping your head to look at where you two were connected and blushed. The way he was perfectly nestled and lodged had you questioning your abilities. Since when you could take a cock that big?

“I love you; you know that. I love you with all that I am,” his large hands rose to cup your face and lifted it to meet his lips. Small pecks across your face he littered while letting out small coos of joy and contentment. Your laughter and squeals could be heard through the affectionate gesture.

“I believe we should clean up first though,” you stated while interrupting his affections.

“Clean up? Why should we clean up?” there was a distinctive shift in his voice as it changed from Manwё to his predatory side.

“Because we’re sweaty and I’m...you know, filled with your cum,” your voice dipped and lowered at the last part, afraid of any birds picking up on the conversation.

Leaning forward with a lustful smirk playing on his lips, Manwë easily removed himself off the floor with you still in his arms and walked over to the bed on the opposite side of the room. Ever so gently, he climbed onto the bed and laid himself on his back while you straddled his hips. Hands sprawled out on his chest while his knees crooked upwards, Manwë stared at you with hunger in his eyes before spreading, “If you’re so worried about being stuffed with my cum, I’ll just fill you with more because we aren’t leaving this room anytime soon.”

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kushami-hime · 2 years ago

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CW: mall sounds, sneezing, sniffling, build ups/hitching, 1 nose blow, my shitty first attempt at O/chaco lol.

During an outing together at the mall, the lovebirds U/ravity and D/eku find themselves being approached by a rude saleswoman. Though O/chaco and Deku insist they aren’t interested in her wares, she persists further. How much longer until Deku’s nose finally goes into overdrive because of the cheap smelling fragrances?

It is VERY past my bedtime but I need to finish recording for the next wav that’s already almost in post production form! I’m trying to pump em out so I can get to all you guys’ requests as quick as I can, especially the really old ones I havent done yet as well as a birthday one since I’ll be 26 this month and it’ll be a present to me and my fellow August snzfucker babies lol. It’s also my first time attempting Ochaco’s voice so go easy on me, I had to modify it lol.

Enjoy guys! Minors DNI! Non Kink blogs please fuck off thanks <3

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years ago

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You Got It Bad

Summary: Chris can always tell when something was wrong. Even when you wouldn’t tell him.

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!best friend! Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, breeding, shower sex, oral sex (female receiving),

(A/N: yay I finally did it. Sequel to only you. I really hope you like it cuuuuz the ending took me a minute lol not proofread (what’s that anyway). Named after and loosely based on U Got It Bad by Usher. Thanks for reading like follow comment with reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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You don’t know how you and Chris had managed to go this long without telling anyone the truth. It wasn’t like you didn’t want him or anything. It wasn’t like you didn’t trust him. It wasn’t any of that.

You’d just been through that shitty breakup. Had lost your boyfriend and your best friend in one fell swoop. It had felt like you’d gotten punched in the fucking gut. It sucked to say the least.

When it came to him he was both and you didn’t wanna fuck that up. Not that you thought you would it’s just you wanted to make sure. Make sure the both of could handle such a change. Not that it was hard. Especially since it was nice getting laid every day.

You think the worst part is that as Chris fucked you over every surface of the home you’d been sharing for months now, you were mad that you didn’t do it sooner. How it was total bullshit that he’d been so worried about you and Chris and that she’d been jealous of your friendship with him, only for the both of them to be the ones to ruin it.

Like you’d hang out with Chris and she’d be like why didn’t you invite me and it’d be like holy shit can’t I hang out with my bestie in peace. Sometimes you just wanna talk about stupid shit and get totally high and not have to think. That’s what Chris was like for you.

You could talk about anything. Whenever. There was nothing you couldn’t talk to him about. There was nothing you couldn’t say to him. It was like a different type of connection. One you didn’t really get until you started to realize you were catching feelings. Hoping he’d noticed your short skirts and short shorts and the way your tits looked when you wore this specific bra.

Then you hit that nerve you knew was there. Underneath his boy next door thing. That sure he was sexy as fuck and you would never deny that, but for so long he’d been just Chris to you. Goofy, sweet Chris. Who could absolutely fuck you like he hated you and whisper the dirtiest shit in your ear.

You don’t know how he did it. He was a natural flirt, but if anything he just came off as a sweetheart. And had been slowly trying to rein him in. Trying to figure out how to get him to just realize that you wanted his thick cock rammed up your pussy.

It was just at first when you tried to sleep alone after your breakup, you kept having these stupid nightmares. You couldn’t even make it through the night and had went to sleep on the couch with a blanket. Except that freaked you out too so you wanted up watching TV.

Then Dodger climbed into your lap shes caring the fuck out of you. When you saw it was just him your chest was heaving. It was like your anxiety had been shot into overdrive. But it was just Dodger so you just ended up wrapping your arms around his neck putting your face in his fur. “Sorry, Dodge you scared me.”

“What’re you doing down here?” Chris asked in a sleepy voice. Rubbing sleep his eyes. A robe at least thrown on, but as far as you could tell he was pantless.

You tried to not say anything. You didn’t wanna bug him with your problems. He was already doing so much. It was just that right now he was the only thing that made you feel safe. Like when you found them he was all you could think about. Then it made you feel like a bitch that you’d almost let them get into your head.

“It’s nothing.” You sighed.

Chris rolled his eyes before coming to sit beside you. “Don’t bullshit me.” Pulling you into his arms. “Tell me what’s wrong. You know you can’t hide from me.”

This time you rolled your eyes before clearing your throat. Trying to swallow down your tears. Hating that you were even feeling like shit over this. It was so dumb.

“Hey, it’s okay. Whatever it is. I’m right here.”

And that’s when you bursted into fucking tears. You just hadn’t realized how badly you’d been holding it in. Then he spent the entire time holding you and telling you it would be okay.

Then he told you to just sleep with him if you didn’t wanna be alone and then you couldn’t go back. Not after he’d held you so tight and snug that it felt like you’d melted into him.

Then it became routine. You’d get ready for bed and climb in next to him. He’d hold up with Dodger at your feet.

They were your safe space. They became your home. And worst of all, you were catching feelings.

Since the both of them had always accused you of secretly being in love with Chris, you admit you were trying to suppress it. Like you were somehow proving them right. You know you shouldn’t have cared, but it was like you could hear them in the back of your head taunting you that they’d been right. That you were the one fucking up.

Which was so stupid. Why wouldn’t you want him anyway. After everything he’d done for you. After the way he’d been fucking you like he owned you. Fuck he pretty much did before he even got to touch it. You still couldn’t believe just how aggressive he was able to get in bed then go back to that sweet dope you loved to hang out with.

You honestly had no idea sex was supposed to be like this. That a man could hit those kind of spots. Sure you knew Chris had a lot of fuck boi tendencies in the past and you were only finding out there was a reason why. Hell you hadn’t even been expecting that thick fucking cock that you’d grown to be obsessed with.

But, it wasn’t all sex. He was still your best friend. It’s just after waiting so long to get your shit together it was like you didn’t wanna stop. You just wanted to take everything he’d give you and fuck he gave you a lot.

So while you were still a little apprehensive about being honest with everyone, you were definitely not about to let some other girl all up near your man. Sure you knew Scott had been trying to hook him up with some girl, but this week you were really not in the fucking mood.

It had been like one thing after a fucking other. Like you saw your ex at the grocery store you thought you were going to have a goddamn heart attack. Right after this bitch had the nerve to “reach out to you.” Now you were watching Scott trying to hook Chris up with some girl.

Then he kept doing that thing where he’d look over at you. He’d throw you a smile. Even waved once. And then he had the nerve to look so hot tonight. Wearing his annoying ass chain that always made your mouth water. Apart of you wanted to go over there and push him against the wall. Lay your claim. Show them he was yours. He was. You think.

Since you wanted to take things slow, the two of you had yet to define the relationship. Sure he told you he was never letting you go and you knew he’d never ever hurt you, but still it was like, you didn’t wanna see some other girl flirting with him at a party. You wanted to flirt with him at parties. You wanted to be there on his arm.

You stepped out onto the balcony for some fresh air. Shivering at the chilly night air. Leaning against the railing as you tried to stop yourself from thinking. Taking in how romantic the city looked at night with the lights illuminating the view. It only made the pit in your stomach grow a little bigger.

“Hey,” his voice broke you out of thought.

You turned to face him. Did he have to look that good tonight. Ugh that shirt was doing so much for you. It just looked so good on him. It’s not like you can blame what’s her face for being into him. It’s just he was yours.

“Hey,” you said, going back to how you’d been before.

“What’re you doing all the way out here?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind and putting his chin on your shoulder.

“Nothing,” you replied, looking up at him. Melting into his arms. It was silly really. Ever since the two of you started messing around it was like nonstop touching. It was so weird to have him that close, but not close enough. Now you were all wrapped up in him like you were supposed to be.

He kissed along your neck making a shiver run up and down your spine. “Mmm you know I don’t buy that shit,” he said with a chuckle. “C’mon. Talk to me, Sweetheart.”

You sighed before turning around in his arms. “It’s nothing,” you said not wanting to think when you were the one he was trying to get all close to. “I just missed you.”

“Yeah?” He asked placing more kisses on your forehead. Clearly trying to get it out of his system too. It was true. You did miss him. That was all it was. “I was right there, Baby. You could have came over.”

“I dunno since Scott is trying to hook you up.” You shrugged.

“Aw, what?” He chuckled. “You jealous?”

You rolled your eyes before pulling away from him. Going back to the balcony. Ugh he was so annoying. Hot, but annoying.

“You are jealous!” He gasped as he went back to wrapping by you up in him. Not giving a shit about your pouting or trying to push him away. “Aw, my baby,” he cooed. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Then he gave you a big sloppy kiss on the cheek holding the other side of your face in place so he could hold you in place. Not even caring as you went, “Ewwww! Stahp!”

Chris chuckled before turning you around so he could bend down to kiss you. He was seriously fucking manhandling you. It was making your head spin. Then again that could be from how good he smelled. Ugh this man got on your nerves.

“Chris!” Ugh.

Miranda had called. Chris stepped back and suddenly you felt your stomach turning. Then you were regretting pushing him away as she told him Scott wanted him to come play beer pong. Before he could leave he looked back at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Um, can you give us a minute, Mandy,” he said.

“Oh, yeah, okay,” she said with a raised eyebrow, looking over at you. “Don’t keep me waiting,” she purred as she turned her attention back to him. Ew.

“Don’t bullshit me,” he started, as soon as she was gone. “What’s wrong?”

You half smiled even though your stomach was turning. Chris rolled his eyes clearly already not believing you. “I’m fine.” You shook your head.

Chris clenched his jaw. Then sighed deeply. “Alright. C’mon. We’re going home.”

Your frowned. “What? Why? What about Scott?”

He shrugged. “I’m sure we can play beer pong another day.”

“We don’t have to,” you replied.

“We’re. Going. Home. Let’s go say goodnight to everyone, okay?”

You nodded and he surprised you as he grabbed your hand. Then wrapped his arm around your waist before kissing your cheek again.

Everyone looked so confused when you started saying bye. Chris kept a hand on you the whole time as he told his brother that he’d talk to him tomorrow.

The radio played as the two of you sat in silence on the car ride home. You staring outside the window at whatever passed by until you started closing your eyes for the rest of the way.

“Honey,” he cooed kissing the side of your face as he reached over to unbuckle your seatbelt, “we’re home.”

You were so groggy as he helped you inside. Falling close behind you as you started to move through the house. Going to the closet in the other room where your clothes were to put your bag and shoes away. Chris watched you intently as he leaned the against doorframe with his arms crossed across his chest.

It was making you feel so self conscious as he looked you up and down. Then as you started to walk passed him he grabbed you by your waist. “What’s going on?” He asked, curling you into him.

“Nothing. Just gonna go shower.” You shrugged, trying to play it off.

His eyes narrowed at you as he met his arm drop. This tie not following behind as you went into the bathroom connected to the bedroom the both of you shared.

You closed your eyes as the warm water cascaded down your body. Closing your eyes as the water ran over you. Muscles relaxing.

A pair of arms wrapped around you, making you jump as it’d caught you off guard. Looking up at him with a frown. “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” he replied kissing your cheek then nuzzling your cheek with his nose. “Gonna tell me what’s wrong?” He finally asked.

“Nothing,” you said.

He put his hand around your neck, making your head crane to the side so he could kiss your ear. “You know I don’t believe you, Baby.”

Ugh. He was so annoying. He always knew just how to touch you to make you melt. Like he was trying to coax whatever he wanted out of you. That’s why he was using his lips like that on you. Knew that if he just buttered you up a little you’d give in.

Then he pulled you closer, pressing his dick into your ass. Groping your tits and pinching your nipples. Fuck.

“Want me to wash you?” He asked before kissing your shoulder.

He didn’t really give you anytime to give an answer as he just started soaping up your wash cloth so he could start. Keeping you close as he started kissing your neck again.

“It’s okay,” you whimpered trying to not show how he was affecting you, trying to grab the towel from him.

Instead he just held your wrist down with no intentions of stopping. “Lemme take care of you, Baby. You know how bad Daddy wants to take care of you. Just let me.”

With that he started playing at your clit. Biting your ear as you let out a strangled noise you were trying to hold in.

“Oh!” You mewled as that tingle spread into your stomach. Moving onto your tippy toes so he could get a better angle. He held onto you tightly to keep you in place as you caught yourself giving in, still trying to play stubborn.

“That’s it. Let Daddy make you feel good, Baby. You know this is the only pussy I want.”

Chris moved from behind you so he could push you against the wall. Kissing your lips and squeezing your tits as his tongue moved around with yours. It was like he was starving for you. As bad as you wanted to fight him you couldn’t. Cuz at the end of the day you were just as addicted.

This was how he kissed you when he was really about to fuck you up. Show you how nasty he was going to treat you. Telling you that he was about to not give you mercy as he had a point to make.

He needed better access so he grabbed you, making your legs wrap around your waist. Wet pussy resting against his stomach and his thick cock nudging into your opening. “Daddy,” you whimpered into the mouth.

“Couldn’t even take you out of the house for a few hours without you turning into a needy brat.” He chuckled, smacking your thigh. “So fucking greedy for my dick.” That was when he put his fingers back on your clit. “Can’t take you no where.”

Your hands went to his face. The droplets of water suddenly feeling so much hotter now that he was playing with you.

“It’s okay. I got you. I could tell. I wasn’t about to let my girl be cranky and needy for me and not do anything about it. You’re lucky she interrupted us cuz I was about to do some nasty shit to you right there. Bet you would have liked it though huh.”

He was working his fingers in and out of you so good it felt like your head was spinning. You tilted your head back only for his lips to get drawn to your throat. Coming to suck at the skin on the hallow of your neck. Still making you shiver. Still making you want more.

“You wanted to get us caught huh? Wanted her to see that I’m all yours. Wanted her to see that I’m your man, huh.”

You nodded as you drew your legs in closer to his waist. Holding onto him nice and tight. Not that you were worried he’d drop you. At this point shower sex happened daily anyway.

Fuck just one move and you could get impaled on his dick. Just please. You wanted it so bad.

“Got nothin’ to worry about. Only girl I want.” Then he nipped at you as he curled his fingers in a come hither motion so he could hit your spot. “You know I love you, Baby.”

You cried out your hips moving making you wrap your arms tightly around his neck to get closer. Face all screwed up from how good he was making you feel.

Then he stopped.

“Let me get one thing clear,” he said, moving you back as he took his fingers away make you whimper at the loss. Putting his hand around your neck again, making you look straight into this bright blue eyes. “When I tell you that I love you, you say it back.”

Your chest heaving as you nodded. Feeling taken aback by his sudden change in tone as you still clung to him.

“I love you,” he said putting his forehead to yours.

“I love you, too,” you whispered licking your lips, eyes dipping down to his as he looked the same before kissing him again. Fuck you needed him to always be this close.

Running your hands through his hair as he made you moan into his mouth. Fuck he tasted so good.

Like the tease he was he pulled away. Telling you that it was time to finish up your shower because the two of you had already wasted enough water. Going about your normal bed time routine.

As usual you were going to put on his t-shirt to sleep in, but he stopped you. Telling you to get the fuck on the bed. Slapping your ass as he did.

You nodded and did as he said. At this point you just wanted him to keep going with whatever he had was about to do. Then as he started to crawl on top of you, kissed all up your body as he went.

“Holy fuck, Chris,” you breathed.

“That’s not my name when we’re alone,” he whispered into one of your breasts as he started to press kisses into it. “Get it together before I make you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimpered sucking your bottom lip into your mouth as you looked up at him.

“That’s better,” he whispered before connecting your lips again. Once again making out with you like he was before. Trying to angle your hips so you could get him to finally put his cock inside of you.

Pussy ready to take him in. You needed that thick cock to fill you to the fucking brim. You were dying for it.

“Please,” you squeaked.

“Been such a cranky little brat cuz all you needed was my attention. Don’t worry, Baby. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He said it all as he started kissing down your body until he got to your lower half as he started to push your legs.

As soon as his tongue touched you, you knew you wouldn’t last. He was making you fall apart so quickly. Had worked you up enough in the shower. Had his hands under your ass so he could get you as close as he could. His beard feeling so good against your thighs.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you chanted along as he ate you like a full course meal. Dessert included.

Holding you in place so you couldn’t move against his face. He wanted full control and you wanted him to take it. He was rude he was your daddy. He wasn’t going anywhere, unless it was him moving himself from between your thighs until he made you cum. Cuz as that first one hit you raised up, wrapping your your arms around his head.

“Oh my god.”

He pulled away, just moving his fingers to your opening so they could prolong it. “That’s it, Baby. Cum for Daddy.”

You let out a low mewl as your eyebrows furrowed while he got closer to your lips. His breath tickling your chin. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

“That’s my girl. You’ve always been my girl, Baby. Even before we were together. I always wanted you so fucking bad.”

Fuck you should have just let him fucking hit. “Me, too,” you cried.

“That’s how you know I don’t want anyone else,” he said. “Waited too damn long to taste this juicy fucking pussy. It’s all mine now and I’m never gonna let you get away from me.”

“Okay.” You cried out. Fuck.

He chuckled but didn’t stop. “Just okay?”

That was when your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched. Laying back down unable to do anything else, but feel. He stopped but quickly replaced it with his cock unable to wait any longer himself.

One hand gripped the back of your thigh while the other was wrapped under you. There was something so animalistic about what he was doing to you. Just how fucking deep he was, but still so close. You’d needed him like this so bad.

The both of you panting as your lips lightly touched. Like you were trying to kiss, but couldn’t as you moaned louder until it came out into a scream. “Fucking can’t stop cumming for me, huh?” He asked.

Well whose fault was that when his dick was that thick that it forced it out of you. You couldn’t fucking help it. It’s not like you could run from it. He’d just slam you down onto it again. He didn’t give a fuck about it being too much. He wanted it to be too much.

You came, scratching his shoulder. Tears welling up in your eyes. Skin prickling. Toes curlings.

“You keep scratching me like that and you’ll make me put a fucking baby in you.” He whispered in your ear. “Gonna make me cum so much it’s not gonna fucking care about your birth control.”

The thought made your eyes roll again. If any other man had even uttered those words you would have shoved him off and told him fuck no. But with Chris.

Yes. Please.

As soon as the thought hit your brain it was like you suddenly craved it. Like you wanted nothing more for him to slam his thick cock into your wet cunt and cum as deep as he could. You needed it.

“Yes! Daddy! Fuck!” You squeaked. Sounding so pathetically small at the same time.

“Yeah? That’s what you want? Want my fucking baby.”

“Holy fuck!” You cried. “Yes! Yes! Please!” Fuck he was making you gush. Talking like that and hitting your spot. Rolling his hips just so damn good. “Please. I want it. I wanna have your- Ah!”

Chris repositioned himself so he could get a little deeper. Holding both your legs in the air so he could really drive it home.

“Oh fuck give it to me!” You cried trying to move against him. Moving your hips so you could meet his thrusts. “Give it to me, Daddy! Fuck me!”

“Yeah?” He asked through the breathing. “Want my fucking cum in your pussy?”

“Uh huh.”

Then he got back on top of you not stopping as he started fucking into you without rhythm, but with a fucking purpose. Sure you probably wouldn’t get pregnant while still on your birth control, but fuck the way he was fucking you, you kind of hoped you would. If not he was definitely going to have to do this to you again.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He moaned into your neck. The vibrations of his voice making you tingle. Shoving in as deep as he could go as he filled you up like he told you would.

You swallowed as you attempted to catch your breath. Chris trying to do the same. Still as close as he could be. Brain unable to think after all of that. Pretty sure you couldn’t move even if you wanted to and you definitely didn’t want to.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you mumbled against his chest. Feeling so safe. Content. Like you could really stay here forever in your own little bubble and never leave.

But then at the same time you didn’t want to. You wanted him to take you on dates. Post you on his social media as his girlfriend and not just hey guys remember my best friend. Of course he’d always be your best friend, but now you were his woman and he was your man. And you wanted everyone to know that.

You hated that it took you this long to admit how bad you had it for him, but you did. Things couldn’t go back to how they were before and you didn’t want them to. There were no other options. There was only you and him.

#fics by afbh #chris evans smut #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x black women

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multi--kpop--fanfics · 4 years ago

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Silk (M)

idol boyfriend!Suho x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff

contains: daddy kink, bondage (just silk ties lol), dom!Suho, sub!reader, dirty talk, praise (Suho calls you his good little babygirl), explicit, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!!), Suho is a daddy, but also a softie post sex lol

Word count: ~1.7k

Author's note: This is my first ever smut, pls don't come for me ;-;. Also, Suho is my bias and he's the reason I have a daddy kink in the first place hehe

Taglist: @thatonemultistan @bluejaem @cyclothimikhh @jeongjeffrey @jinsoulscrunchyscalp @neoculturedtrash @the-rooftop-fight

You were in trouble. Deep trouble.

When you told your oh so sweet boyfriend Junmyeon a few days ago that you wanted to spice up your sex life, he started laughing awkwardly, not knowing what to say. That made you think, Oh no, I should've NOT said that, believing that you brought him in a very uncomfortable position. Well, that's what you thought at least.

It was a regular Friday night, you had just returned from your shift and in a quite good mood, since you had the whole weekend off ahead of you.

"Baby, I'm home!", you called out while taking off your shoes and coat. No answer came back. Maybe he's still at the company, you thought to yourself, as you made your way to the bedroom and change into more comfortable clothes.

Dating an idol was tough, especially someone like Junmyeon, also known as Suho, the leader of EXO, one of the most famous Kpop groups worldwide. So you knew beforehand the difficulties you would face in time. Of course, there were a lot of days where he would return really late from schedules or practice, exhausted and sweaty (not that you really minded the last part). So, you expected that tonight would be one of those days.

What you did not expect though, is to see Junmyeon, waiting for you in your bedroom, half naked and with a pair of red silk ties on top of your drawer. You let out a small scream at the sight, initially out of shock, but that shock started morphing into curiosity with a hint of lust.

"Hey babygirl~" he says to you in a deep, sultry voice. "Well hello to you too, Jun", you answer while taking the sight into your eyes as much as possible.

"Like what you see?" he says in a sing-song voice while approaching you with slow and steady steps.

"I um- Y-yeah, I do, I just...did not see that coming" you stuttered, eliciting a dark chuckle from him. "Oh, but I thought you wanted our sex life to gain some… spice?" "True, I did say that. I just didn't expect you to be so...responsive to the idea, because you seemed a bit uncomfortable during our conversation on that matter." The last sentence made him laugh out loud and he placed a soft kiss on your lips. "Sweetheart, I've been meaning to tell you the exact same thing, but you beat me to it. Besides, I didn't mention anything the next days, 'cause that would have ruined tonight's surprise", pointing to the silk ties. You stepped towards the drawer and took the ties in your hands, feeling the soft material under your fingertips. The image of the ties around your wrists, you laid out on the pristine sheets and Junmyeon on top of you was enough to make some of your wetness to soil your lace panties.

Your train of sinful thoughts was cut by Junmyeon's strong arms wrapping around your waist and his soft lips trailing wet kisses on the side of your neck, making you whimper. Then, he leans into your ear whispering: "Why don't we put your thoughts into action, babygirl?" nipping your earlobe lustfully, as if he was reading your mind.

These words were all you needed to snap out of your trance, turn around and start kissing Junmyeon like a starved woman. Your hands were roaming around his sculpted abs and muscular arms, while he was taking off your clothes one by one. You both fell on the bed with a thud, Junmyeon being on top of you and peppering wet kisses on your neck and your chest. His skillful mouth was making you moan out loud, a devilish smirk adorning his -ironically- angelic face. "I think it's time we took these off", he whispers, tugging at the straps of your lacy bra, which he undid faster than your brain could register. Your breasts hit the cold air, making your nipples erect and Junmyeon groan in pleasure.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are, babygirl" and he bended down, closing his lips around your bud and cupping the other breast with his hand. His ministrations were sending waves of hot pleasure straight down your core, making you wetter and ruining your panties. You tried to sneak your hand down in order to get some relief but to your dismay, Junmyeon noticed your actions and clicked his tongue in faux annoyance. "Oh no sweetheart, you will only cum as I see fit". He trapped your hands above your head while he reached for the silk ties. "You've been a bad girl, trying to pleasure yourself right in front of me… Hmm, maybe I should let you tied up like this as a punishment" he finishes securing the ties and traces your body from your face down to the hem of your panties with his fingertips. You start whining, as the wetness between your thighs is starting to feel uncomfortable. "Jun, please, do something!" "Ah ah, where are your manners, babygirl?" He really is in that mood, huh? you thought. "Please Daddy, I need you…". He laughed darkly, thus earning a small victory. "See? I knew you could behave like the good little girl you are. I guess you deserve a reward". He finally pulls down your already ruined panties and he spreads your thighs wide enough to see your pussy glistening with your juices. "Fuck babygirl, you're soaking wet", he moans in satisfaction. He wastes no time and dives right into your needy core.

If you were wet before, now you were flooding.

Junmyeon has always been amazing in oral, but tonight he was eating you out as if his life depended on it. His skillful tongue was lapping at your clit and massaging your lips back and forth. You lost every last of your composure and your moans echoed in the bedroom. "Oh my God Daddy! Don't stop!" you shouted and tugged at your restraints, the silk forgiving on your skin. He looked up to you through his dark, half-lidded eyes with a mix of primal want and pure adoration and went back on making out with your cunt.

As you felt the familiar knot form in the pit of your stomach, you felt your thighs tensing and closing involuntarily, but Junmyeon's arms stopped you from doing so. "D-daddy, I'm so-so close, please let me cum…" and then he pulled away from you, his mouth and chin covered in your juices. You almost screamed in frustration, your orgasm being ripped away from you in the last moment. "I told you baby, you will cum only as I see fit. And I want you to cum on my cock". He unzipped his pants and took off his boxers in one go, his self-control growing thin. His erection sprang free and hit his stomach, flushed red and dripping pre-cum. The sight of his toned body, his pale silky skin flushed by carnal desire and his impressive length painfully hard made your mouth water and your inner walls clench.

Pushing his dark locks out of his face, he took a hold of his cock, pumping it a few times, before entering you with a slow, but deep thrust. You moaned in unison, the feeling being almost unbearable but also not enough. "Daddy move, please, I want, need you to fuck me" you said with an airy moan. Junmyeon nearly growled at your words, "Be careful of what you wish for, babygirl" and pulled out of you, only leaving the tip inside you. "I'm not going to be gentle with you tonight", he says the last word by bottoming out with a powerful thrust.

He started fucking you in a relentless pace, almost inhuman, and the string of curses and moans falling from your lips were proving it. His thick, rigid cock sliding in and out of your cunt was sending you into overdrive, clouding your senses in white hot pleasure and ridding you incapable of rational thinking. Junmyeon was in a similar trance, supporting himself on his strong arms beside your head, pistoning his hips into yours and moaning loud. "Shit, Y/N, you feel so fucking good, I can't get enough of you" he said between his moans, sweat starting to form on his forehead. He closed the distance between you and him, kissing you passionately and collecting all of your sounds from your mouth. Your hands started going limp from the silk ties, but you didn't care, you only wanted to reach your breaking point that was denied earlier. Speaking of the devil, the same knot formed in your stomach, faster and stronger than before, but now it affected Junmyeon as well, as you started to clench around him like a vice. His powerful thrusts started faltering, as he was close to his own orgasm too. "Fuck, I'm so close babygirl", "I'm close too, Daddy, please cum with me" you responded with a loud moan. "I'm gonna cum so hard, Daddy is going to fill your pussy with cum… Do you want that, babygirl?" "Oh my god, please yes! Fill me up Daddy!" you screamed as your high came crashing down on you. Junmyeon stilled his body, as his warm seed filled you to the brim and he nearly collapsed on top of you.

You were both tired, your breaths coming out labored. You felt the mixed juices dripping out of you and down on the sheets and groaned in slight discomfort. "Junmyeon, can you help me?" "Right, sorry", Junmyeon said with a sheepish smile as he undid the silk ties and ran to the bathroom, returning with a wet towel to clean you up. Within seconds, your sweet boyfriend broke out of his sexual trance, as he was cleaning you up with careful motions, since you were still sensitive from your intense orgasm.

"Y/N, are you okay? Was I too rough?" he asks, his voice hinged with worry. You giggled, "No, you were perfect, Myeon". As you both laid back on the mattress, Junmyeon held you close in his arms and you swiped some of the strands falling in front of his eyes as he smiled at you, adoration and love filling his gaze. "We should do this more often, Jun" you say with a mischievous smile and you both start giggling. As he moves to hold you even closer to his post-sex glowing skin, he says:

"Wanna know something, Y/N?"

"What is it baby?"

He comes closer to your face and leans in your ear, whispering:

"Silk looks sinful on you".

#exo suho #suho smut #junmyeon smut #exo smut #exo fluff #fanfic #I'm very proud of this hehe #hope you guys like it!

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insufferablelust · 4 years ago

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idk if you’ve done this already im sorry if you have but matt with an impregnation kink but like its bad lol like he cannot stop talking about how he wants to fuck a baby into you while hes railing you 7 ways till sunday LMAO

Warnings ; Smut, Breeding kink, Married Matthew and Reader, Fluff!

Y/N and Matthew have been happily married for about a year now, after waiting for 7 whole months he finally asked you the big question last year and everything went on perfectly after that. Many people have said that you and Matthew are each other’s soulmates— knowing how well your harmonious dynamic goes, it’s both thrilling and such a joyous experience to get to spend your days with the love of your life.

The topic of children never bothered you both, you knew you wanted at least one and he does too. At the beginning of your relationship as a wedded husband and wife, you both decided that you were going to wait to try and have kids, not because you don’t want tiny version of matthew and you’s running around with their little feet but you both just wanted to have some time to spend together, to just enjoy each other.

But that seemed to changed when At one of his friends’s daughter birthday party, he saw you running around with the children. Something inside him snapped, not the bad kind of snap, it was the snap that made him grew fond of the thought of you, you carrying his child, you carrying his child, you bringing his child to the earth, you pregnant. And dear god help him, for he was thrilled by the sole thought of you— pregnant with his child, his and his only.

The only word that could describe him these past few days is primal, after the party he went into an overdrive territorial mode, you weren’t sure at first on why he was acting this way. His grips were tighter, his kisses rougher, he grew touchy— more touchy and constantly clinging onto you, the pace when he fucks you at night seemed harder and deeper, then that was when you heard it, his loud groans, “That’s it, i’m going to fill you up baby, fill my wife up with my seed, gonna carry my child yeah? fuck you’ll look so ethereal.”

And you can’t say you hated it, In fact— you lived for it.

Its been a few days since that night, you were waiting for him to brought up the idea yet it never came, you frowned slightly at the thought of the possibility that he’s too shy or embarrassed to talk to you. You decided then, that if he’s not going to start, that you will.

So you went and stop your birth control few days before the actual night so you could be certain that it won’t stop you from getting pregnant. You bit the lip at the thought of him filling you up, just fucking you over and over so that could cum inside you and probably has you plugged up the entire time.

“Matthew?” You asked, voice timid as you sat down on the dining table where he already sat and cutting a piece of bread onto your plates and smile.

“Yes, darling? what can i do for my sweet wife?” He chuckled, spreading the butter slowly as you chew your inner cheeks. Heat spreading on your cheeks quickly, and of course he noticed that.

“Hey, what is it?” He asked, voice laced with concerns and his thumb reachedout to tilt your chin so you stared at his eyes. “I want to try..” Your voice was hoarse and quiet.

“What?” He gripped your chin tighter as his breathing began to speed up, “Y/N..” He said warningly, standing beside you now as you looked up to him, eyes going wide— wide, in adoration.

“I want to try.. for a baby.” You murmured, feeling his thumb slides past your lips as you suck gently. Your movements were 180 degrees from his, your breathing calm as you sucked his fingers and yet his breathing labored as he clenched his jaw and shut his mouth.

“Fuck..” He sighed dreamily before slipping his thumb out of your mouth which you allowed with a pop. Smiling at him innocently, “Matt!” You squealed as he bent down and then place you over his shoulder before carrying you up the stairs.

Matthew wastes no time before he gently placed your body on top of the sily sheets, his movements were calculated— full of affections yet the intensity was rough, so rough that it made you drunk. His lips pressed against yours as his hand traveled down your body, pressing against your lower tummy,

“Gonna let me fill you up? knock you up with my babies yeah?” He grunted against your cheeks, as you whimpered at the sound of his voice. His hand quickly remove both of your clothes before he settled himself between your legs, with his fingers circling around your tight slit slowly—the heel of his palm grinding ever so slighly against your now swollen clit.

“Oh fuck! yes yes please!” he wastes no time on pushing himself inside of you, your needy plea only leading him on, fucking you with a brutal pace.

“yeah.. so fucking tight, princess. Such a good girl for me, letting me— fuck! lettin’ me breed you nice and full..” Matthew groaned against your neck as he peppered the soft skin with marks and bruising hickeys.

His pace was still as fast and alarming, alarming you to your third orgasm of the night, you wanted it to be together with him, want him to feel you up as you cum around his cock.

“You’re clenchin round me darling, gonna cum soon? cum baby go on” He trailed, causing you to buck your hips, tightening your walls around him

“Fuck thats it, gonna fill you up! fuck— gonna look so good carrying my child— yes fuck I love you” He grunted as he let ropes and ropes of thick cum paint the insides of your walls. You hummed in satisfaction as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you.”

Matthew stared up to you, before grabbing an abandoned pillow and placed it below your hips as his fingers push the cum that managed to slip past your tight cunt back inside.

“Gotta make sure you take it all, baby.” He grinned, causing you to half-whine and half-laughing

“Well you can always stay inside of me.. that way you won’t have to worry that i’m not constantly filled up..”

Oh.. Oh.. how much he loves you.

I CHANGED IT A BIT i hope thats okay, and i hope that you like it! thank you so much for the req, i appreciate it a lot❤️

sorry for the lack of proper grammar, i’m still in recovery, things hasnt been easy. Thank you!

#insufferableblurb #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #dom!spencer #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #spencer x reader #spencer reid angst #matthew gray gubler smut #mgg smut

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 9]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; blowjob, dirty talk/mild degradation, sir!kink, name calling, fingering, v v v v mild impregnation kink, filming/sex tapes, fucking in public, dom!seungcheol, uh oh is trouble is brewing in this chapter??? He h, , 😏, again thank you for your continued support! 🥺💕 and can I also say that not giving myself a chapter limit on this bad boy is really letting me ramble? LOL this was meant to be a short chapter and I cut it off right before the meaty bits(you’ll know where) but I was like no I'll give my readers a nice weekend gift instead of another cliffhanger 😌🍒 have a nice weekend bbys! ily!! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - ?

You wake up earlier than Seungcheol by 45 minutes; sleepy eyes sweeping across the quiet apartment.

The sound of his soft snoring lures you towards the sofa; softly tiptoeing your way over until you hover just above him.

“‘Cheol…” He sighs softly, adjusting from his side to his back as you grin. You round the sofa, swinging your leg gently until you can sit on top of his thighs.

Seungcheol grunts softly at this; blurry eyes blinking open until they focus on your figure. “Wuh--what?” His voice is much deeper and much more gravelly in the morning and it sends your body into overdrive, goosebumps rising on your skin when his hands immediately find purchase on your thighs. “What are you doing so early in the morning?”

“Nothin’~ Just thought I’d say thank you for last night, s’all…” You mumble.

“Lemme get my phone so I--”

“No!” A blush sweeps across your cheeks, hands peeling back the blanket that covers Seungcheol until his naked chest and boxer briefs are in view. “No, I--I don’t want to film this. I just want you to enjoy it... ” Whispering, your hands travel down his torso; admiring his toned body. “I think you deserve it after everything you’ve done for me.”

His cock throbs as he watches you, slow and unhurried in your movements when you palm him over his boxer briefs. “We have 45 minutes before you need to start getting ready for work~ Think of it as… morning exercise~” You giggle, squeezing his cock as he groans.

“Fuck, for who, exactly?”

You pout down at him, fingertips tugging his underwear down until his cock curves against his abdomen. “You can burn calories when you cum, y’know!” Seungcheol laughs breathily; sleepy eyes peering up at you as you wrap a delicate hand around his cock. “I mean, it’s not a lot but it’s still something~”

“Okay, okay, I’ll take your word for it.”

His morning voice has you biting your lip; pussy clenching around emptiness when you start to imagine how much deeper it could possibly get in the right scenario.

But for now, you focus on Seungcheol as you run your hand up and down his cock; palm wet with precum. “Is it weird to wake up with a boner in the morning?” Seungcheol sputters; a choked laugh on his lips.

“To be fair, it’s rather normal.”

“Huh… can’t imagine.”

It falls into comfortable silence, only the sounds of Seungcheol’s breathy moans in the otherwise quiet space.

You lick your lips, re-adjusting yourself until you’re kneeling between his legs instead. “Can’t be making a mess on your nice sofa, right?”

Seungcheol smirks down at you, resting his arms behind his head. “Better swallow it all, babygirl. If I even see a drop on the sofa, you know what happens, right?” His voice is eerily sweet and sends thrums of arousal down your spine.

“Yes, sir~”

He grits his teeth at ‘sir’; eyes fixated on your tongue when you start to softly lap at the precum that dribbles from the head of his cock. “God, this just makes me think of all the things I wanted to say to you last night.”

You peer up at him through your lashes, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock. “Whaddya wanna say?” Your words are slurred together as you continue to lap at his cock; lips wrapping around his cock head as you swallow around him.

“Ngh, sh--shit, I--God, you were so fuckin’ cute taking my cock for the first time. And I wanted to praise you for takin’ me so well for the first time too. But I know I couldn't say that on camera.” He lets out a shaky breath when he feels you slowly start to take more of his cock into your mouth.

“You were so good for me, baby. So fuckin’ filthy when you fingered yourself with my cum...”

You moan around his cock which in turn sends goosebumps rising on his skin. “Fuck, I’m---I’m not gonna last long…” He warns; hips already thrusting up into your mouth as you continue to swallow around him. You pull off of his cock for a second, wrapping your hand around him again as you start to pump your hand up and down again.

“You can cum whenever you want~ And maybe next time just cum inside me too!” You pout.

Seungcheol nods just as you wrap your lips around him again; this time using your hand on the rest of his cock that doesn’t fit in your mouth.

His breaths get quicker and he feels his abdomen tightening by the second, only a choked noise as a warning before he’s cumming in your mouth.

You let out a surprised yelp as you immediately start swallowing the warm cum, hollowing your cheeks around him as you work him through his high.

He whispers your name a few seconds later and you pull off of him again, licking at your chapped lips. “Good?”

Seungcheol nods back, laughing lightly at your disheveled appearance.

“Good.”

“Hey hyung! Hey hyung!”

Seungcheol turns around, cheeks already aflame when he meets Jeongguk’s inquisitive stare. “Yes, ‘Guk?”

The younger male slides a candy bar across the concession stand’s counter top, eyebrows wiggling. “Say, do you need a cameraman?”

“What.”

Jeongguk lets out an exasperated sigh, “Y’know, someone to help… film. Get your good angles. You know what I mean?” He slides the candy bar further towards Seungcheol’s direction. “I’m your man, y’know? I got you, hyung.”

Seungcheol can only grimace in return, swiping the candy bar off of the counter top before he turns to leave. “I don’t think that’ll ever happen but on the offset chance it does, I’ll be sure to let you know. And for the record, one candy bar is not going to sway me.” Seungcheol laughs, shaking his head as he starts to walk away.

“Hey, wait!”

“Yeah?”

Jeongguk ushers him back; wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he leans in. “Me and a few of my buddies are going clubbing tomorrow night. It’s nothing major, just a few drinks after work but did you wanna come? You can bring your sweet babygirl with you.” He snickers, watching as the blush travels up to Seungcheol’s ears.

“I’ll see if she wants to come but I’m not promising anything, okay?”

“Hey man, a ‘maybe’ is good enough for me! Y’know, I specifically planned for Thursday ‘cause I knew you’d be busy on Friday, what with your new… career and all.”

The older male bites his lip; Jeongguk had no idea of the video. Yet.

“Uh, right. Anyways, I gotta go before Namjoon gets my ass for not cleaning the skates. I’ll talk to you later.”

Seungcheol makes it home in record speed; this time flinging the door open as he kicks his shoes off. “I’m back!”

Mild confusion crosses his features when he smells food cooking, shuffling into the kitchen as he sees your figure setting up plates of food. “I hope you don’t mind! I cracked open those cookbooks for dinner… Thought I’d try to be helpful around here!”

You shoot him a smile as you make your way into the living room where you set down the plates of food onto the coffee table. “Also… because we have to review this video before I can post it and I know how awkward that can be for the first time so I thought I’d soften the blow a little.”

“Guess that’s fair!” Seungcheol settles in next to you, a soft chuckle on his lips. “Hey, wanna hear something funny that happened at work today?”

“I’m scared, but sure!”

“Jeongguk offered to help us film.” You immediately choke on your food, setting down your plate as you try to catch your breath. “He--he w-what?” Seungcheol can only nod as he shovels another forkful into his mouth.

“Yeah, said somethin’ ‘bout getting my good angles ‘n stuff. Told him I don’t think we’d get that desperate for extra hands but that if we did, I’d let him know.”

This time you can’t stop the laughter that pours out of you; a soft blush on your cheeks. “Wow, I--I’m a little flattered, to be honest. Maybe once we’re more comfortable, we can enlist his help!”

Seungcheol’s eyes widen, panic clear in his eyes when he meets your cheery expression. “Wait, seriously? You wouldn’t mind him being here and filming for us? Wouldn’t that be weird?” Giggling in return, you pick up your plate again, picking at it as you stare back at Seungcheol.

“I mean, think about it, I’ve always filmed alone for the longest time until I met you. And now I’m getting to explore so many new things, also thanks to you. Having someone film for me… That---That just opens a lot of possibilities, is all. Obviously, neither of us are comfortable with it now but who knows, right? Maybe once we’re billionaires off of making sex tapes, we can afford a whole team of people~!”

“Wow, do I really sound like that?”

Seungcheol grimaces in embarrassment as he watches the video with you. “I told you it’d be embarrassing the first time!”

His shaky eyes focus back onto the screen, mouth agape as he watches his cock sinking into your pussy. “Fuck, I didn’t think it’d be this hot but… I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen… Not to toot my own horn or anything.” He mumbles.

“It’s okay to be proud of yourself, ‘Cheol! Confidence is a good thing and it takes a lot to film this kinda stuff anyway.”

You check to see how much of the video is left, noting it’s almost close to the end. “I think we did good and nothing’s out of place or too much. Is it okay with you to upload?” Seungcheol nods, “Seems good to me! I mean we cut off the beginning so it’s cleaned up, right?”

“Mmhmm!”

You start on uploading the video, biting the inside of your cheek as you slightly turn to face Seungcheol. “I don’t know what to title the video…” You mutter; sliding the laptop towards him as he furrows his brow in thought. His fingertips glide across the keyboard before he slides the laptop back in your direction.

‘daddy makes me take his big cock as punishment after i misbehave…’

“Don’t judge me, it’s just--s-similar titles I’ve seen before.” You laugh in response, getting back into uploading and adding various tags and a video description. “It’s what gets the people!”

“Speaking of people…” Seungcheol pauses, unsure. “Uh, feel free to say no but Jeongguk invited us out for drinks tomorrow night. Said it’s just a few of his friends. I told him I’d ask you but if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to go.”

You contemplate your options, watching as the upload progress on the video goes up. “I mean… why not? I haven’t gone out for drinks in a loooong time, so it might be fun! We can always bail if it gets weird.”

Seungcheol nods as he gets up from the sofa, stretching. “Okay, I’ll come back after work to come get you and so I can get changed and then we’ll meet up with ‘Guk and his friends at the club.” The video finishes rendering and you quickly hit the ‘upload’ button before you smile up at Seungcheol.

“Sounds good!”

Thursday’s workday comes and goes quicker than Seungcheol thinks and he actually finds himself excited to go out for once.

“See you in a bit, Seungcheol-hyung!” Jeongguk waves him off from behind the concession stand, a bright smile on his lips. “Ah, yeah! I’ll meet you at the club! Don’t forget to turn off the slushie machine this time!”

He makes his way out to his car after he clocks out, humming as he goes. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he reaches for his phone as he turns the key to start the car.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby, just wanted to let you know I’m heading back. ‘Guk is off of work in about 30 minutes so don’t feel rushed to get ready.”

“Okay~ See you soon, ‘Cheol!”

“I’m home!”

“Welcome back!”

You meet Seungcheol at the door, already dressed in a short red dress and heels. “Well? How do I look?” You spin for him, showing off your outfit.

“Wow, that----that’s quite an outfit.” He exhales, “You look incredible.”

“Thanks! I’m actually pretty excited!” Seungcheol mimics your excitement as he crosses the space towards you, arm wrapped around your waist as he pulls you in close. “Mm, I’m excited too. Maybe if we’re lucky, we can see how well this dress looks on the floor too?”

“If we’re lucky~”

When you and Seungcheol get to the club, it’s somewhat empty in front.

“Seems about right for a Thursday, I guess.” Seungcheol offers, wrapping an arm around your waist again. “It’s kind of a dead part of town too, so this doesn’t surprise me.” He laughs, “Maybe we shouldn’t have gotten our hopes up.”

“Heyyyy, don’t be such a party pooper!”

The two of you turn to find Jeongguk with another male walking up the sidewalk. “Just ‘cause it’s a little empty doesn’t mean we can’t drink!” Seungcheol jokingly rolls his eyes as he tugs you in closer.

“You better watch yourself this time ‘cause you’re on your own. I didn’t drive and I’ve got this ‘lil lady to take care of.”

Jeongguk grins widely, shuffling closer towards the two of you. “Speaking of… Great video. Fuckin’ impeccable. I can’t believe hyung is packin’. Well, I can but whew, seeing it like that? Surprised you’re still walkin’ around.”

Oh, shit. The video!

You and Seungcheol share a panicked look; neither of you had even bothered to look at the video once it’d been uploaded, which meant that you had absolutely no idea how it was doing or what people were saying. “Ah, haha, ye--yeah! T--thanks for watching…” You mumble, suddenly shy.

Jeongguk wraps an arm around the unknown male’s shoulders, nodding in thought. “Had to give my support so you know I dropped a few bills in donations.” He tips his imaginary hat towards Seungcheol, winking. “Fantastic work, Seungcheol-hyung.”

“Shouldn’t we also be praising the lovely Cherry for her performance as well?” The unnamed male smiles widely, eyes forming crescents. “You’re pretty on camera but you’re just stunning in person.”

“I---uh, do I… Know you?”

Seungcheol’s eyes narrow slightly at the male, finding him somewhat familiar despite never meeting him before.

“Well, maybe? I’ve commented and donated a few times. My name’s Jimin. Or ‘j__min’ if that’s how you know me.” He adds a wink and a slight smirk, eyes twinkling when he focuses his attention towards Seungcheol. “And I have a feeling, I know who you are too. Although as far as I knew, the two of you had never met before. Correct me if I’m wrong?”

Seungcheol doesn’t immediately want to get hostile over nothing, so he untenses his jaw; eyes dancing over to you. “It’s.. a long story. And yes, your assumptions are right. But you can just call me Seungcheol.”

You and Jeongguk can feel the tenseness in the air as the four of you stand outside of the club and you share a look that screams ‘let’s change the subject’. “Oooookay, now that we’ll all introduced, let’s go drink!”

“Hey, wait...” Seungcheol starts, “I thought you said a couple of friends? Where’s everyone else?” Jeongguk pouts, sighing.

“They bailed. Said they didn’t wanna drink on a Thursday so it’s just the four of us!”Jeongguk all but drags Jimin towards the entrance, leaving you and Seungcheol alone.

“You okay, ‘Cheol?”

“I should be asking you that, baby.” He chuckles under his breath, shooting you a lopsided smile. “Guess this town is smaller than I thought.”

You laugh in return, wrapping your arms around his midsection as you tug him towards the entrance. “Hey, it’s okay! He doesn’t seem like a bad guy. Maybe a ‘lil sleazy but y’know.” The two of you share a laugh as you get through security; fingers linked together.

“If he tries anything, just let me know.” Nodding, you lead Seungcheol to a table that Jeongguk and Jimin are already sitting at, sliding into the seats across from them. “Holy fuck, you already got drinks?!” You exclaim, noting the glasses in their hands.

“Yeah! You guys walk so fuckin’ slow, I could’ve downed four drinks in the time it took you to get over here!” Jimin scoffs next to him, taking a sip of his own drink. “Didn’t Seungcheol say you’re on your own?”

“Won’t you take care of me?”

“No.”

You laugh at their exchange, leaning into Seungcheol. “Should we get some drinks too?” He nods, already getting up from his seat as he gestures for you to stay. “Stay here, I’ll get some for us.”

Seungcheol leaves to get the two of you something to drink, leaving you with Jeongguk and Jimin. “Hey, are you and hyung like… dating dating?”

A blush paints your cheeks even in the dimmed club lights and it only gets worse when you notice Jimin smirking at you. “Um, well, I--I wouldn’t say that but…” You trail off, unsure of what to say next. Were you dating? Or was it just physical?

“Hey, my offer still stands if you wanna film with me!” Jimin shouts over the music, shrugging. “Although, I don’t think your boyfriend would like it very much.”

“Boyfriend?” Seungcheol questions as he sits back down next to you. “Who?”

“You!” Jeongguk and Jimin both reply, laughing. Seungcheol hands you your drink before taking a sip of his own. He makes no comment; a little uneasy about the topic himself.

“Anyway, my offer still stands at being the cameraman. I’m really good at video editing too!”

You and Seungcheol have a few more drinks, delving into idle conversation with the other two before you decide you want to dance.

“Mind if I join you?” Jimin asks, eyes flitting towards Seungcheol. “If it’s okay?”

You and Seungcheol share a look, but he breaks eye contact to raise an eyebrow at Jimin. “It’s not my decision, I’m not her keeper.”

You turn to Jimin, a slight pout on your lips. “Just mind your hands, okay?” He nods, grinning as he leads you towards the dance floor.

Jeungguk takes the opportunity to replace you as he plops into the seat next to Seungcheol as soon as the two of you are out of sight, drink sloshing in his cup.

“You’re jealous.”

“What?” Seungcheol shoots the younger male an incredulous look right before taking a swig of his drink. “You’re drunk and sounding crazy.”

“Puhhhh---lease, hyung. You like her. Like, actually like her. Just admit it, we all know it!”

Seungcheol’s lips press into a firm line, eyes scanning the dancefloor until they fall on you and Jimin dancing together. “Okay, yes, I do like her.” He pauses, biting the inside of his cheek when he sees Jimin’s hands on your waist. “Now can we drop it?”

“No way! ‘Cause I know you’re jealous as fuck right now watching them dancing together which is why you can’t fuckin’ take your eyes off of them to even look at me!”

“How much you wanna bet your boy-toy is imagining ripping my head off right now?”

You roll your eyes at Jimin’s comment, swaying to the beat as he puts his hands on your waist. “C’mon, play with me a little here, doll.” He tugs you in closer, making sure to keep a reasonable distance at first. “He likes you a lot, y’know. I can feel the way he burns holes in my head wishing I wasn’t here. But the truth is, I love it.” His words have you confused, eyebrows furrowing as you hold his stare.

“What are you talking about, Jimin? Have you had too many to drink too?”

He laughs boisterously, pulling you into him as your chest meets his. “I love playing with people, just like how I’m playing with Seungcheol right now. I think it’s a fun little game, y’know? For example, in a few seconds he’s gonna march down here and take you right from my arms, fuck you nice and hard if you’re lucky and he’s pissed enough. Unfortunately, the two of you are easy books to read. You like being fucked hard and let’s be real, you love it messy. And Seungcheol, well, he’s practically in love with you and green is definitely not his colour.” Jimin ends in a wink, squeezing your ass once for good measure.

“Oopsies, here comes your loverboy now. Hey, call me if you ever need help, yeah? You know where to find me~” Jimin blows you a kiss right before you’re spinning to face Seungcheol who looks undeniably annoyed.

“Having fun I see.” He grins, eyes burning with lust as he wraps a hand around your wrist. “Wanna have some more?”

You can only gulp in return, nodding shakily as he drags you towards an empty hall.

The music gets more and more muffled the deeper he drags you into the club and you mentally curse yourself when you feel the wetness already pooling in your panties.

Seungcheol tugs you into a small private room meant for parties, locking the door behind him as he pushes you towards one of the sofas. “Guess we won’t be having that quiet night in, hmm?” He picks his phone out of his pocket, silently telling you to catch it as he throws it your way.

Your shaky hands open the camera app, pressing record and making sure to keep Seungcheol’s face out of frame when you lean against the back of the plush material.

“Jeez, babygirl, why do you like causing so much trouble for me, huh?”

“I’m s-sorry, sir, I just---I--”

“I take my eyes off of you for a few minutes and some guy already has his hands on your ass? Dirty slut.”

Seungcheol smirks when he sees your mouth opening in a silent moan, legs already spreading on their own as he makes his way towards you. You could feel the air shift; already knowing the mood he was trying to set. “Fuck, look at you. Already spreading your legs so I can fuck you. Just like a good ‘lil slut should.”

“Ye--yes, please si--sir, fuck me, please!”

He pries your legs apart even further, slotting himself between them as his hands slowly start to push the material of your dress higher and higher until it bunches up around your waist. “Soaking your panties already too? You’re so goddamn easy.”

From your view, the camera can’t see much. But at this point, you don’t even care. “Please, please…” You whine; already squirming underneath him.

Seungcheol undoes the button and zipper of his pants, tugging his underwear down with it as he wraps a hand around his already hard cock.

“Do I need to prep your tight ‘lil cunt or is it wet enough for me already?”

You shakily reach your free hand down, sliding your panties to the side before running your fingertips through the wetness. “I’m--I’m wet enough, sir…” He pushes your hand away, grinning at you before he tears the material right off of your body.

“S--Sir!!”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, tapping the head of his cock against your clit a few times before he drags it through your wetness and positions himself at your entrance. He gives you a second before he starts sinking his cock in, this time bottoming out in a single thrust when he meets no resistance. “Fuck, you really are soaking, you little slut.” You let out a garbled moan, barely remembering the phone in your hand as Seungcheol starts thrusting into you at a moderate pace.

You keep your legs spread to the best of your ability, soft whines spilling from your lips when the head of his cock grazes your cervix. “God, sir, you’re s-so fucking big, it--I’m so fuh--full…!” He leans in, plucking the phone from your hands as he turns the camera to face you instead.

“Look at her. My perfect ‘lil slut taking my cock so well. Don’t you think I should give her more?” His eyes twinkle with mischief as he brings his free hand towards his lips; licking the digits until they’re well coated in his saliva. “Do you think you deserve my fingers too? Or is that ‘lil cunt of yours too full?”

“N-no, please I--I want your fingers too, god, I--I want them in my pussy with y-your cock!”

Seungcheol doesn’t say another word; instead, he angles the camera right up to your pussy as he brings his wet digits closer, pausing his thrusts as he slowly sinks in a finger next to his cock. “Oh---oh fuck, yes!” You scream, clenching around his cock and finger. He clenches his jaw, because as much as he’d to sink more of his fingers into you, he knew that you still had to get used to the feeling at first.

And it takes a few tense moments and harsh breaths before Seungcheol resumes his pace. “Pleeeese~” You whine, tears blurring your vision when you look up at him and he makes sure to catch it on camera.

“Please what, baby?”

“P--please, put more of your fingers…”

He takes this as a sign that you’re okay; sinking in another digit as you let out a choked moan. “Oh my god, oh my g-god…! Ngh, h-hah, ‘m so f--full, it feels so good~” You sob. Seungcheol’s throat feels dry as he watches through the phone screen how your pussy looks impossibly stretched around his cock and fingers.

“Look at her tight cunt. Fuck, I can’t even fit another finger in her pussy... Surely, this is enough for you to cum though, hmm?” He quips, thrusting into you until your words become a jumbled mix of sounds.

“Guess I fucked her stupid too, huh?”

He keeps his fingers parallel to his cock, sinking them deeper and deeper until he’s knuckle deep. “Fuck, I can feel you getting tight around me. Go ahead and cum, slut.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before you do cum; walls fluttering around Seungcheol as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your mouth can only open in a silent scream, toes curling in your heels when your mind goes blank as the pleasure washes over you. You feel your body buzzing, fingers going numb at the way Seungcheol keeps slamming into your cervix.

Seungcheol grits his teeth, doubling his pace in the midst of your orgasm. “Her pussy keeps sucking me in… Guess she wants me to cum inside her too?”

“Mmh… sir, p--please cum inside me…” You mumble, already slowly starting to come down from your high. “Want you to fill me up this time…”

And this time, Seungcheol does; grinding against you as he finally cums too. “Fuck, take all of it, baby!” He growls, fucking his cum deeper into you as he rides out his high. His head feels fuzzy; both off of the alcohol and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“Mmh, ‘m so full of y-your cock and c-cum, sir…”

A shudder rolls down Seungcheol’s body when he starts to come down from his high; slowly easing his fingers out of you before he pulls out completely.

He brings his phone down to your pussy, filming the cum that trickles down to the sofa underneath you.

“Look at her pussy full of my cum. D’you think it’s enough to get her pregnant?” The words spill out of Seungcheol’s mouth quicker than he can think and you let out a shaky breath at his words, unintentionally pushing his cum out as he continues to film. “Or should I keep cumming in her and filling her up? Fuck my cum deeper into her pussy so I know she’ll get nice and pregnant.” He ends in a chuckle as he pans the camera up to your face; catching the way you bite your lip and the way your eyes glaze over in complete lust despite how tired you were.

“What do you think, babygirl?”

“I---I think… I think s-sir needs to---to keep filling me up with his c-cum…”

“Right answer, babygirl.”

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mint-yooxgi · 5 years ago

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Mine - Slight Yandere!Wolf!Taeyong X Reader {M}

Slight Yandere!AU & Wolf!AU

Genre: Minor Horror, Smut (Breeding kink, Marking, Taeyong’s in a rut, what can I say), Minor Fluff, Mature, Slight Angst

Pairing: Taeyong X Reader

Words: 3,402

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: For a certain someone, they know who they are~ Love you boo~ Enjoy~ Just a warning, this isn’t edited lol oops. As always, I do not believe Taeyong would act like this, this is just my interpretation of the archetype. He’s possessive in this one, too. Feedback is greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy!

There will be no Part 2 to this.

The sound of the front door slamming shut alerts you that your boyfriend has returned home. It’s early in the afternoon and he had to go out briefly for a few things, but he’s back sooner than you thought he would be.

Walking out of the living room towards the front hallway, you round the corner to see him resting against the door, eyes closed with his whole body tense.

“You’re home early,” your brow furrows slightly as you notice he doesn’t seem to have anything he planned to get while he was out. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.”

He takes a deep breath as you take another step towards him, but you freeze in your tracks. In an instant his eyes are on you, a deep golden hue swimming within his irises.

“I ran into Donghyuk while I was out,” his voice is low, nearly a growl. “Well, I wouldn’t classify it as ‘ran into,’ more like overheard him talking.”

The look in his eyes is predatory, causing you to straighten up. Donghyuk is one of your closest male friends, and ever since you started dating, hell, even before that, Taeyong seems to have a problem with him. You’re worried he’s done something, considering you know your boyfriend to be a little bit more possessive due to his nature.

“Yeah?” You swallow, nervous as to where this is going despite not doing anything wrong.

“Couldn’t help but overhear him talking about you,” he begins stalking towards you, eyes dark as he stares you down. “Talking about how he’s always had a thing for you, shit like that. Took all I had in me to come back here instead of ripping his tongue out of his throat.”

His words cause your eyes to widen in surprise, which he notices. He smirks, coming to stand only a few feet away from you now.

“Don’t worry, you know I wouldn’t,” he assures you, but with the malicious gleam in his eyes, you’re not so sure he’s all that serious this time around.

“I’ll talk to him about it-“

“No,” he cuts you off with a growl, hands clenching into fists at his sides as his heated gaze locks with yours. “I don’t want you anywhere near him.”

“Taeyong, you can’t keep me away from my friends, that’s not how this works,” you begin to say, frown pulling at your features.

“I know,” he huffs, turning his head to the side briefly, his chest starting to rise and fall more rapidly, as if he’s having trouble breathing. You fail to hear his muttered ‘doesn’t mean I won’t try.’

The way he’s acting concerns you. Even though you know he can get jealous quite easily, you’ve never seen him this worked up in such a short amount of time. From the looks of things, he’s started visibly shaking, which makes you nervous for him. The full moon isn’t due for another week, so you’re not quite sure why he’s acting like this.

“Baby, you need to calm down, you’re worrying me,” you take a step towards him to close the distance between the two of you and gently place a hand on his shoulder.

It’s as if in that instant a switch has been flipped, and all restraint Taeyong has been holding onto has been thrown out of the window. His eyes lock with yours once more, flashing a deep gold as he slams you against the wall, burying his face in the side of your neck and taking a deep breath.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” he says, completely ignoring your statement.

“Taeyong,” you place your hands on his chest, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. You know your boyfriend usually runs hot, but this is completely different. Your brow furrows in worry, “you’re burning up.”

“The only thing burning in me is my desire to fill you up with my pups,” he growls out, sending a shiver down your spine. “Maybe then people will know you’re mine.”

You can’t help the small whine that escapes your throat at his words. Oh, so that’s why he’s acting like this.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Princess?” He grins, turning his head slightly to look up at your face. His hair tickles your neck as you swallow hard. “Me fucking you full of my come until the only thing you can think of is me.”

You’ve only experienced his rut once before, just before the two of you became an official couple. He warned you to stay away from him for that week, and you did. After the two of you got together, you asked him to explain it to you, of which he told you that he tends to get extremely hot during this time, amongst other things.

“Fuck, you’re ovulating, too,” he takes another deep breath, lips parted against the skin of your neck as he presses you further into the wall. You can feel every breath he takes ghost over your skin, his grip tight on your waist. “Perfect timing for you to have my pups.”

You inhale sharply at his words, heart fluttering in your chest. You never imagined his words would have this type of effect on you, and from the looks of it, he can tell you like the idea too.

You can feel his hand sliding down your waist, moving to grip your thigh as he wraps your leg around his waist. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel him press against your core, grinding into you firmly so you can feel everything.

“Like I said,” he takes another deep breath, nose twitching as your scent starts to overcome him, “you smell so good.”

With those words he smashes his lips to yours. Swiping his tongue along your lip, you allow him access, letting out a small whine as you feel him bite your bottom lip as he pulls away briefly. He doesn’t even need to tell you to jump, for you do on your own. You can feel his grip holding your thighs tightly as he continues to grind into you, moving to trail his lips against the skin of your neck.

Another gasp escapes your lips as you feel him bite down on a particularly sensitive area. You can feel the rumble of approval that shakes his chest as he pulls aways briefly to take in your slightly disheveled state, licking his lips as he looks over the mark he’s just given you.

“Come on, Princess,” he grins as he watches you attempt to catch your own breath, “let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Pulling away from the wall with you still in his arms, he begins to make his way upstairs. He can hear your heart pounding with every step he takes, your scent growing stronger with each passing second. His own heart races in his chest as his senses go on overdrive, filled with everything you. He can’t wait to please you, to fuck you nice and deep so that you can barely walk tomorrow. Tonight, he’ll make you his, as many times as he wants.

Placing you gently onto the bed, he climbs on top of you, attaching his lips to yours once more. He sets a steady pace as he continues to grind into you, making you feel every inch of his clothed cock with every movement he makes.

“You feel that, baby girl?” He groans, eye closing slightly in bliss as he feels you kiss down his neck. “That’s all for you.”

“Shit,” you curse as you feel his hands sneak underneath your shirt, trailing up your skin and lighting a fire in their wake.

Sitting up slightly, you allow him to remove your shirt, hearing him let out a growl of approval at seeing that you’re not wearing a bra.

“So beautiful,” he hums, cupping your breasts in his hands and running his thumbs over your nipples.

A sigh of his name slips past your lips, and it’s like music to his ears. So much so, that he wants to hear more. No, he needs to hear more.

Leaning down, he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before swirling his tongue around the pert bud. He allows his other hand to fondle your other breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers and hearing you let out another moan. Shortly after, he moves his mouth to the other side, making sure to give your opposite breast the same amount of attention.

“Gonna make you mine,” he mumbles against your skin, kissing his way back up your chest and to your neck. “All mine.”

Slipping your hands beneath his shirt, he takes the hint, taking it off before tossing it somewhere in the room. He lets out a content hum as he feels your hands trail over his bare chest, revelling in your touch as his eyes flutter closed for a moment.

A smirk pulls at his lips as he feels you attempting to flip the two of you over.

“I don’t think so sweetheart, not tonight,” he tells you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. “Tonight is all about you.”

After all, if you’re to have his pups, he’s going to pamper you like never before. Before that though, he wants to make you as desperate for him as he is for you, and with his hormones influencing him, his need for you has just been amplified tenfold.

Trailing his lips back down your body, he parts your legs with his hands, settling between your thighs. He licks his lips, eyes blown wide with lust as he rips your pants off, followed by your panties.

The full force of your arousal hits him square on, a deep growl sounding from his chest as he breathes in your scent deeply. He can’t help but allow his eyes to flash gold once more, his whole body beginning to shake as he lowers himself down so that he’s now face to face with your gleaming entrance.

“Princess, fuck, you smell so good,” he takes another deep breath, locking eyes with you in the next moment, “but I know you taste even better.”

Without another word, he brings his mouth to your core, licking a strip from your entrance all the way to your clit. He hums has he hears the sigh of his name leave your lips, grip tightening on your thighs as he buries himself between your legs.

Your hand immediately flies to his hair, tugging the silver locks between your fingers as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He hums around you, and you can feel the vibrations through your core.

Shifting slightly, he adjusts his position so that he can spread your lips apart, giving him unrestricted access to what he craves most. His tongue laps up your juices as they spill from your entrance, feeling them starting to drip down his chin. The only thing is, he wants more.

In an instant, he’s trusting his tongue into you, moaning from the taste of you on his tongue. He eats you out like a man starved, and when it comes to you, he’s insatiable.

Moving his hand slightly, he uses it to rub at your clit as he continues to make-out with your entrance, loving the way you clench around his tongue. God, he can’t wait to feel you clenching around his cock as he makes you come for him over and over again. When he’s done with you, you’re going to be full of him - his come, his scent, his everything. A fact which makes a shiver run down his spine.

Looking up at you, he’s careful to watch every expression you make, loving the way your face contorts in pleasure the longer he keeps at this. He can tell you’re getting close, for your moans have started increasing in volume and are becoming more frequent. He starts grinding against the mattress, seeking any sort of friction against his member straining in his jeans. Seeing you like this, at his complete mercy just drives him insane.

Licking back up to your clit, he harshly sucks on it once more, swirling his tongue shortly after to coax your orgasm out from you. His gaze is piercing as he sees your body jolt, shaking while your back arches as you come for him with a loud moan of his name.

It’s as if he’s in a daze. Your scent surrounds him as he feels your skin beneath his fingertips. He doesn’t stop, continuing to lick and suck at your clit to help you ride out your orgasm for as long as possible. Again, he wants more.

“Yongie,” you pant, attempting to push his head away from you. The sensations are becoming too much for you to handle at the moment, but he doesn’t seem like he’s going to relent any time soon. You choke on a breath, “too much.”

His heart absolutely flutters at the nickname you’ve given him. It’s one of his favourite ones, and it drives him crazy every time you use it, for it just makes him know that he’s yours as much as you are his.

Ever so slowly, he pulls his mouth away from your core, turning his head to nip at the skin of your thighs. He lets out a low chuckle as he hears you whine, loving the way your body reacts to his every touch.

Making his way back up your body, he kisses you deeply once more, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. He can feel your hands fumbling with his belt, fingertips ghosting over his lower stomach as he feels his cock twitch in his jeans. Pulling away from you for a moment, he bites his lip, staring into your eyes and searching for any signs of discomfort. Despite everything, he still wants to make sure you’re okay, and that he’s not pushing you into anything you don’t want.

Given the whine you let out in frustration at not being able to get his pants off, he knows there’s no hesitation on your end. A fact which makes him smirk. Looks like he’s not the only one impatient to have you fucked out and filled with his come.

“Yongie, please,” you whimper, voice desperate and slightly frustrated.

“Please, what, Princess?” He grins teasingly, loving that he can watch you squirm as he shifts to take his pants off, followed shortly by his underwear. He’s quick to hover over you once more, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. It’s taking everything in him right now not to thrust into you and pound you into the mattress. “Come on baby girl, tell me what you want. Use your words.”

He can feel your body heating up in slight embarrassment as he places kisses along your neck once more. Smirking to himself, he hears you take a shaky breath as he continues to tease your entrance with the head of his cock.

“Yongie,” you mewl right into his ear, sending a shiver down his back, “please fuck me.”

“Shit,” he groans, pushing into you immediately, making you gasp.

He’s breathing heavily once more, body shaking as he wills himself to stay still until you give him the all clear to move. As soon as you nod your head, he begins to move, setting a ruthless pace as his hips snap into yours.

“Gonna fuck you nice and deep,” he growls out. “Gonna fill you full of my come, it’ll be dripping out of you for weeks.” A moan of his name is all he receives in response, your nails digging into his back as he thrusts into you. “You like that, huh, Princess? You want to carry my pups, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes,” you manage to get out, feeling your body jolt with every thrust he makes into you.

His cock twitches at your words, “say it.”

“I want you to fuck me, Taeyong-“ your breath hitches as he hits a spot deep within you, “fill me with your come.” You moan, “make me yours.”

Something within him snaps and he begins pounding into you with a newfound fever. He can feel himself becoming more feral with every passing second he spends with your delicate walls wrapped around him. Not only that, but your words, combined with your scent, mixed with the sounds of your moans is driving him insane. The only thing on his mind now is fucking you, and filling you to the brim with his come, marking you as his.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he snarls, biting down hard on the side of your neck. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you immediately echo into his ear, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you attempt to bring him closer to you.

He can tell he’s getting closer to the edge with every thrust, but he knows he has to see you come one more time before he does. Reaching down between your bodies, he uses his thumb to circle your swollen clit, eyes sparkling as he sees your head thrown back in pleasure. From the way your walls are squeezing him so perfectly, he can tell you’re almost there.

His mind begins to cloud over as every single one of his senses is overcome with you, the urge to claim you once and for all becoming stronger with each passing second. You’ve talked about it briefly before, but he doubts you remember the conversation, for it’s been so long since you had it.

Snarls escape past his lips as he works you both to completion, and he finds he can no longer control himself. Just as he feels you tipping over the edge, he licks a strip up your neck, sinking his teeth into your neck in the next moment.

With a loud cry of his name, your orgasm crashes into you. The feeling of his fangs in your neck causes you to let out a scream in pleasure, your whole body convulsing as you feel him still within you. In the next second, you can feel his warm come painting your inner walls, a dull throbbing coming from your neck.

Detaching his mouth from your neck, he hears you whimper slightly. Lapping at the wound, he pulls back slightly to look down at it while rocking his hips into yours, making sure none of his come leaks out of you. Finally, with you laying back on the pillows, panting beneath him, you are his in every meaning of the word.

“Did you just-“ your voice pulls him out of his daze-like state as he shifts his gaze to yours only to see you trying to look down at your mark. His mark.

A growl of approval rumbles in his chest, “yes.”

“Oh,” you whisper as you feel him pull out of you slowly, carefully.

He’s starting to feel nervous, even though he knows in his heart that what he did was the right thing. He did what he had to do, and now this will ensure that everyone knows you’re his. However, you don’t seem too pleased at the moment.

“Princess, I-“ he begins to say, but stops himself once he sees you smiling at him.

“It’s okay,” you say, and you can see him visibly relax. “It was bound to happen sooner or later, right?”

He blinks a few times, “right.”

He’s only planning to spend the rest of his life with you, of course he’s going to mark you as his, and now you’ll be carrying his pups, too.

“I love you,” he says, laying on his side beside you on the bed as you turn to face him. “So much.”

“I love you,” you smile back at him as he leans in to kiss your forehead.

You can feel the stickiness of the events you’ve just done dripping onto your thigh, so you go to get off the bed to clean yourself up. However, before you can move, Taeyong has you pinned beneath him once more.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” He asks, eyes swimming with that familiar darkness you saw only moments ago.

“To clean myself up?” You answer, though it comes out more of a question.

“I don’t think so,” he growls out. “I’m not finished with you yet."

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absoluteindulgence · 5 years ago

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How The Boys Initiate

A/N: This HC is about how the boys initiate sex with the fem reader. I wasn’t able to find the people to tag since I’m still with family but thank you to everyone that’s read my work! I appreciate every like, reblog and follow. I’m thinking of doing something cool when I reach 300 followers, any ideas? I wish all the readers and writers more content that gets us going! Also, I apologize if these HCs are all over the place and long-winded, I wrote these while drunk, sober and sleep-deprived, not in that order either lol. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!!! I’m still in 2019 but to all those in the future, see you soon!

☀️🌞MIRIO🌞☀️

It doesn't take much for him to initiate.

He makes jokes while trying to draw you into his level of seduction.

Might mention his "willy" because no matter how many times he'll say it, you'll always laugh

The muscles on his arms and chest tense when he's about to kiss you.

You can tell it a serious kiss by the way he leans down to meet your face.

Moving in slow motion, eyes glowing with light, face tinting pink more and more as he closes in

His lips are pursed but not tightly.

He'll caress your back.

Not for you but for him. The feel of your skin is intoxicating.

He'll calm down but his willy is on go

Deliberately grazing his piece against your thigh.

Depending on where you are, he'll close you in with his body. Trapping you with kisses while his arms tense as you hold onto them and moan.

You have a distinct moan that lets him know you want to proceed.

Definitely one of those that look at you, tells you how beautiful you are even if you look like a burnt chicken nugget. He'll be rubbing on your body until you're flustered and in his words "don't say shit like that". He curses more because he's with you lmao

LITERALLY PICKS YOU UP BRIDAL STYLE TO YOUR ROOM. If you're not there already, he'll still pick you up

But he will be slamming you against a wall then on the bed. He knows you like it rough

He's so romantic it’s sickening

You never get tired of it but you're in awe

Mirio is a simple man but will get very creative in setting the scene.

He listens to what you like. And if you want the fairytale way of lovemaking. He will surprise you with just that.

Depending on the day he had, he'll slowly kiss you all over your neck and collarbone. Days like that he likes to start with missionary but when he does, he just says the corniest shit you've ever heard.

"What do you call two jalapeños getting it on? Fucking hot!"

A true fucking jokester to the end

You might even joke back about how you just turned into a Sahara listening to him.

Now, he's about to show you what a real tsunami looks like. Eats your pussy like the most sinful angel you've ever come across

Imagine you're about to give him head after a work out session and before you can. He says, "What did the banana say to the vibrator? Why are you shaking? She’s gonna eat me!"

🐙TAMAKI🐙

Previous to my twerking post he's just gonna jiggle your ass until he feels comfortable enough to ask to go a step further

But before then, he cuddles close to your chest just to hear your heartbeat.

He savors the time you two have away from hero work

Sometimes the grip around you is so tight, you might feel like you'll become one.

He will say the sweetest phrases you've ever heard.

"I’d rather spend every moment holding you than a lifetime knowing I never could."

The first time he says this he'll be buried into your chest so he'll have to repeat it.

When he's certain that he's taken your breath away, he'll whisper sweet nothings that turn into dirty secrets

Confidence has gone into overdrive. Everything he says to you, smooth like butter.

He has a praise kink like Mirio but also loves to praise you to oblivion.

He's so gentle with his touches after you say yes

His lips are tightly pursed at first and his hands are shaky.

He takes small yet slow breaths to psyche himself up to continue touching you.

You're so fragile in his eyes that he repeats to himself, "handle with care"

If you're freaky, he might just shock you with his hasty moves.

Pining your body down to the bed, with a rosy face.

Even if Tamaki's nervous smirk appears, his eyes always have a hungry glint

Craving to fulfill his appetite and make you full

📼SERO📼

First of all, no matter how many times you two have had sex, he smiles.

He's not sure if it's a nervous tick or if he's just that confident.

His dick twitches when you smile back at him too.

Especially when he's inside you.

If you whisper something dirty in his ear, he will physically shudder.

That alone gets you off and he knows it

Pulling him closer to kiss his neck will make his dick spring into action if it hasn't already

He's usually semi-hard. Looking at you makes him weigh his options on where to fuck you and how long should he make you scream his name.

Thinking like that makes him harder than frozen peanut butter.

So, Hanta likes the bed but he really loves when he comes home to your cute ass. And you're taking a shower.

He sheds himself of his hero costume and lives to give you a mini heart attack by sneaking up on you. Usually, while you're washing your face.

It starts with holding your waist from behind. Then his hands’ trail...

His long and slender fingers trail from your hips to your nipples

You're left breathless as he sinks his teeth into your neck on both sides.

Whispering between nibbles, "Did you miss me?" Or "How's my cutie pie doing?"

It drives you mad because of how low of an octave his voice reaches you.

His wet hair tickles the back of your neck as he pulls you close to feel his package

"Now you understand why I'm up, more ways than one."

❄SHOUTO🔥

At first, he's very hesitant to touch you. Even if he's touched starved. We all know this

He's actually vocal when you make him horny

Sometimes he'll outright say it. Other times, he'll sigh. And it's recognizable.

He's a lip biter for sure

Whether you're in a cute outfit or getting ready for bed he's raving about you in his mind and as soon as he finds the words on his tongue, he glorifies you.

He's so polite and if you've had a long ass day, he will just give you a massage.

His strong hands will just wrap around every inch of your body. He'll explain that there's no reason to feel insecure.

He's so honest it’s scary

He praises every part he rubs.

Reminding you why he feels so strongly about you

But after, he gets to know you. He's so fucking horny when he's comfortable with you.

It started when you called him Shouto for the first time

You two were getting a little intimate and it slipped out.

His eyebrows quirked up. He stopped to look at you, a flushed ass mess.

He held your head softly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

Pulling your face close to his, laying down the smoothest most passionate kisses.

Taking it a step further biting your bottom lip gently.

He trails a couple of love bites down your neck to your breast.

Playing with his hair while buried in your titties will drive him mad.

He will inhale your scent more times than you'll remember how many times he's kissed you

Probably cliche but he's literally burning with passion

👓TENYA👓

Honestly, there are two reasons Tenya will take his glasses off that aren't taking a shower or going to bed: One being just to get a better look at you. And second is, the sight of your face when going down on you.

Aside from tilting his glasses, he will clear his throat more than he should.

A form of pacing himself in what he's about to do.

Say you've teased him all day while he's been working, he's thoughtful about his yearning.

He sweats from the anticipation to conquer you

It’s not an unbearable scent either. It's just enough to smell like an expensive ass cologne and his hard heroism for the day

A deep grunt leaves his body before he dominates you. His grip is sweet but powerful.

His thighs are tense as he lays you across his lap. Taking a deep inhale before every smack to your perfect ass.

His hands were meant to roam every inch of your delicate body and he knows that.

His callous hands grazing your skin is very therapeutic for you. Half the time he's rubbing your ass he can't even think straight let alone hear you. Because he's listening to your ass bounce off the walls.

Every time he spanks you, he suppresses the urge of his cock rising like morning wood.

He gets off suppressing his arousal for you.

So that after he's punished you, his cock is at full attention.

The welts on your ass are a sign of marking you too.

"Only I can control you like this, Angel."

As soon as you make way to the bed, he's controlling you however you like.

He's still not going to let you have your way for another half hour.

Once you're a blubbering mess of overstimulation, his jaw tenses as he rubs your thighs.

Staring at your flower in awe. Ready to ravage you.

👿Shinsou😈

If you say something highly sassy or adorable

He's looking you up and down, shining his pearly whites for you to see.

Whether from across the room or in front of you

He'll teasingly stick out his tongue. Might even say, "Your favorite seat is here." or "Do you wanna take a ride, Kitten?"

Don't look away either. Because he's gonna lift your chin to stare in his eyes

If you stare long enough, he'll say, "Do you see the light you bring me, kitten?"

You will blow up.

He automatically chuckles and peppers your jaw with kisses.

Holding you in his arms from your shoulders to your waist.

He's a confident lover from jump!

Before dating he was unsure about his ability to be liked until you showed up.

While dating, he's very passionate and takes intimacy very seriously with you.

Rubbing your earlobes, touching sensitive spots that make you shudder all over.

Good lord, his jaw is very tense while he stimulates you without undressing you yet.

It's a waiting game, how long can he tease you before you whine.

Shinsou will tease you all night if he can.

#mirio imagines #tamaki imagine #sero imagine #shouto imagines #tenya imagine #shinsou imagine #bnha imagines #smut text #bnha smut #absoluteindulgence headcanons #Mar's Writings

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laraslandlockedblues · 5 years ago

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What started you on the Rylen train? What was this first spark?

I honestly can't super remember - I remember reading fics that featured him as Cullen's second and then I replayed and got to Griffon Wing and oh god - my voice kink went into overdrive.

If you look at my LIs for video games (or even a voice recording of hubby, lol - American accent but deep as hell) I have an insane voice kink. Garrus from ME, Jaal from MEA, Cullen, Rylen, Alistair...

All voice kinks.

Plus I just - upon revisiting him at the Approach I fell in love with the blunt personality you get hints of. His line about going for water instead of smiting the ashes for heresy had me hook line and sinker, and then his humor about how at least no one has asked them to dance with them?

Whoops there go my panties.

Dry wit and voice kink? Might as well write my obituary now.

#rylen aesthetic #rylen #the rylen thirst is real #knight captain rylen #tmi tuesday #ask #voice kink #hnnnnnng #also idk how else to tag this #imma pass out now probably

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pangtasias-atelier · 5 years ago

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After Party: Ranulf

All smut content will be tagged #risque

The second of the six chapters is done. This one isn't as explicit as Skrimir's, but it is still explicit.

Kinda wanted a loving route but that didn't happen asdfodmdj but that'll be for Yarne probably

Not entirely pleased all the way with the smut, but it's a start? I still have my first ever written stories, first non-kink and I think also still have my first wg, story and those are super rough compared to now, so I can at least say that'll probably get better lol

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"So nice and full," Rubbing the seated Ranulf's stomach, Corrin ruthlessly shakes it every once in awhile. Liquid sloshing around, Corrin smiles with each pained breathe Ranulf lets out.

Ranulf was never really one to go out and grab his own meal. He found pleasure in teasing Corrin, claiming being famished in hopes of stirring him to feed him. It always worked, Corrin desperate to see him gain weight. After his little birthday happening, Ranulf's teasing was still there. But Corrin was now ultimately in control, Ranulf soon immobilized. Corrin originally had Ranulf on a huge custom bed before Ranulf crushed it during a feeding session. He was either lying down on his back or sitting up on his ass, the gargantuan mounds a lovely playtoy for Corrin.

"I would appreciate a bit of kinder treatment," One eye closed as a particular shake feels like a tsunami is forming in his stomach, Ranulf burps. Midshake, Corrin lifts up Ranulf's stomach. His mop of hair barely visible by Ranulf with his body in the way, he groans as Corrin continues lifting it. As if a rocket, his stomach only goes higher, Corrin's lithe figure belies his draconic strength. Eyes shut for the inevitable descent, the stormy riptide in his stomach jolts him as Corrin drops his stomach with no warning, an audible slap sounding.

"What would you prefer?" Corrin asks.

"A belly rub would be nice," Eyes drooping, Ranulf attempts a stretch but can't, tired gasps only coming out from trying to move. "I'm just so big and full," He smirks as he sees the desired effect on Corrin, lips being licked. "I don't think I'll ever be able to put on clothes again. Not that I mind," Hands resting on his moobs, Ranulf rubs himself, face red, eyes intently watching how Corrin's breathing quickens.

"Then let me help you," Corrin standing behind Ranulf he offers a shoulder rub, his hands sinking and shifting Ranulf's blubber. Ranulf hisses and mewls, always partial to Corrin's massages. His hands traveling upward, Ranulf purrs as Corrin's hands caress his cheeks, each one fatty enough to barely fit in Corrin's hands. Hands now in his hair, picking at his ears, Ranulf turns into putty. Granted his body is already the human equivalent of putty, his rolls malleable from how many exist. He whines when Corrin's hands leave him.

"Why'd you stop?" No response, Ranulf can hear Corrin still behind him. Silence stretching on a bit longer than he'd like, Corrin planning something, he keeps the cool in his voice. "Y'know, if-" He twitches from a blindfold put over his eyes. His ears still serviceable, he hears Corrin walk out, his hurried footsteps betraying the lightness of his feet. No time wasted, Corrin hurries back, the sound of a cart in tow.

Immediately by Ranulf's side, he traces his right index finger in circular motions, slowly spiraling up. Hand on Ranulf's breast, the meaty boobs once using bras before any Corrin could find were either too small or too weak, Corrin traces his finger on his aureola. A mewl making its way up Ranulf's throat, his lardy arms, quivering, Ranulf moans, his breasts always an area of weakness for him.

One hand persistent with Ranulf's moob, he focuses his other one on grabbing food. Brownie brought to his face, Ranulf nearly chokes, not expecting a treat to be shoved in him.

"Eat up," Mouth clamping around Ranulf's nipple, he playfully nibbles at it before pulling it, Ranulf's mewls fill the room. Hands shakingly bringing the brownies to Ranulf's mouth, Ranulf does the rest of the work, tongue devouring it all.

The desperate whines of the cat underneath him finer than any operatic singer, Corrin pushes himself away from Ranulf. Hands on Ranulf's shoulders, he pulls him down, stomach rising in the air as his breasts pool down to his face. Ranulf still too relaxed for his taste, he takes a couple of padded steps away. Then he takes another. And then a couple more before he's in front of Ranulf's great big belly.

Ranulf's whines a bit more incessant, Corrin's name constantly leaving his lips, Corrin withholds his snicker. Pretending to walk away, he fakes lighter footsteps. Hearing Ranulf's strained breath as he pathetically lifts his head up, he grabs his left arm with his right hand, squeezing until it goes white.

"Corrin?" No response. The room silent and unable to see, Ranulf's mind erroneously connects the dots. "Corrin! Come back," Little grunts and his feet kicking in the air, his ankles unable to even touch the ground with his doorway busting calves, Ranulf tuckers himself out. "I'll eat whatever. Just please," A steady rhythm of pleasurable gasps as Ranulf struggles, Corrin touches himself.

Hand reaching the base, he wraps his hand around his member. Hjs thick and long third leg a happy byproduct of his draconic lineage, a couple strokes as he holds his own breath is all that do him in, palm full of his own semen.

Staring at Ranulf's stomach, the idea plants itself in his mind. Wiping his jizz on Ranulf, smiling at marking his territory, Corrin places both hands under Ranulf's stomach.

"Corrin!" Cheer back in his voice, Ranulf grunts as Corrin grabs his fat, fingers digging into him.

Offering no words, no air coming into his lungs as he holds his breath, Corrin heaves Ranulf's stomach up. The pile of fat slowly pushed up, Corrin edges his body closer. The little barely even able to be called kicks that Ranulf does motivates Corrin, his almost gone strength slowly returning to him.

Closer to his treasure, Corrin finds his treasure chest. Ranulf's bloated fat pad marking the spot, Corrin laughs at being unable to spot Ranulf's dick. His fat pad so warped and stretched out from his weight that it completely covers it.

Counting to three, Corrin slowly lets go of Ranulf's stomach with his right hand. One hand barely supporting the gut, it falls back down on Corrin, pushing his head into Ranulf's fat pad, the must entering his nose. Ranulf's whines break him out of his reverie.

Barely able to push back for some leverage, Corrin creates a bit of space for himself. Shoving his hand in Ranulf's fat pad, Ranulf's moans guide him as if a metal detector.

Stomach crushing him a bit more than before, heat getting to his head, Corrin quickens his pace. A particularly loud moan followed by a small twitch that shakes his body alerts Corrin.

Huffing, realizing that he was a bit overzealous, Corrin wastes no time. Reaching past the fat, he lands his hand on Ranulf's dick.

The poor thing not receiving any attention in such a long time, not even having been seen in such a long time, Corrin touching it has Ranulf already excreting a bit of pre.

Smiling, Ranulf's stomach pushing him a bit harder than he remembered, Corrin laughs at realizing it'd be impossible to blow him without getting crushed. Ranulf's fat pad far too in the way, he'd sooner end up smashing his face in the expanse of fat than wrap his lips around his dick.

Ranulf's whines sounding stronger, Corrin plays with his hardening member, Ranulf's dick slowly pushing its way past all the fat.

Stroking it, Corrin laughs at Ranulf's bated breaths, now realizing that it is actually going to happen.

"At least," Ranulf tenses as Corrin gives a stroke, his hand meeting more resistance from the engulfing fat than Ranulf's dick. "you took me out," He shuts up with a mewl, tongue lolling out. "to dinner first," Ranulf gasps and groans as he comes, unused to someone playing with him down there in so long.

Corrin moves to the side as Ranulf lets loose a torrent, so pent up. Hand not escaping unaffected, his cramping legs and Ranulf's heavy stomach make him ignore that.

Both hands supporting Ranulf's stomach, he crawls back out, careful to not step on the fat on the floor known as Ranulf's legs.

Fresh air returning to him, Corrin let's Ranulf's stomach flop back down. "Fuck," Heaving, he rests back on Ranulf's stomach. Catching his breath, Ranulf is unable to do the same, still panting despite not being the one to lift hundreds of pounds. Legs fumbling as he stands up, Corrin wastes no time in handing Ranulf his feeding tube, his pleased libido happily accepting the food without a remark, even forgetting about his blindfolded state.

Gazing at Ranulf, Corrin huffs, his own libido still unpleased. Seeing his big fat cat submissive to whatever he does, happy to gorge for his master stirs him back to attention. Shaking his head, a couple of breaths relax him. "If you want to eat, I'll make sure that's all you do," Corrin whispers in Ranulf's ears, licking his lips as Ranulf struggles and whines. Placing earplugs in his ears. Sense of sight and hearing gone, his taste on overdrive, feeling only his own fat and smelling his upcoming meals, Corrin keeps true to his word, Ranulf now only able to eat or think about his upcoming meals.

Washing his hands, Corrin offers a reminiscent look at Ranulf's stomach. Opening his phone, his eyes light up, tossing another glance at Ranulf's stomach as he buys a pulley and other materials, idea formed in his brain.

#fat emblem #male weight gain #feeder emblem #male wg #my writing #ssbhm #immobile #fat!ranulf #Corrin's bakery au #risque #risqué

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kweebtrash · 5 years ago

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Could you make a drabble with Johnny masturbating while thinking of Eri? 🤭

I already did this in Ch. 3. So i decided to do a masturbation scene with phone sex, teasing, dirty talk, Johnny being really desperate and needy?, and a smidge of daddy kink. So like I hope that’s ok? Also in Johnny's POV(obvs).

[9:45pm]

Wyd?

I typed out my favorite three letters in hopes of enticing her enough to come over. I had no idea why but the feeling of her beneath me while I fucked her hard was suddenly stuck in my brain. It had been all I could think about for the past half hour and I couldn’t quit. I imagined pinning her legs down with mine and laying my body over hers which made her look smaller than she actually was. She would almost always squirm against me, shoving her ass back to take me deeper and I just-

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: not you. Bye

What?? Now I would have to spend extra time convincing her. God, fuck my life.

C'mon baby. I'll really make it worth your while

🦇BattOuttaHell🦇: yah I'm sure🙄 I'm busy

Doing what?

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: none of ur business. I'm busy

Jesus did I really have to beg? I bet she wasn't even doing anything. It’s fucking Tuesday night. Who does anything on a Tuesday?

Please baby? I can't stop thinking about you

Girls liked that shit,I didn't they? I mean...it was actually true though.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: BWAHAHAHAHHA

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: lmao ur that desperate huh baby boy?

I'm not desperate 😑 just horny

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: hate to break it to ya but horny and bugging me is you being desperate

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: srsly tho I'm stuck studying for an exam I know jack shit about. I'm screwed

You can also be screwed if you come over

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: pls die

Why are you so violent all the time?!!

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: bruh violence is my middle name

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: sry but it'll just be u and ur hand tonight

I groaned because I really really didn't want that. I would much rather have her squeezed around my cock and hear those soft breathy moans she made all the time. She would always hold onto me then, maybe dig some scratches into my back as I went as deep as I could go. I groaned in frustration and wanted to throw my phone but persisted. I was going to regret typing this and was already cringing but I figured I had to pull out the big guns. We were still trying this whole thing out but a test drive wouldn't be so bad.

Princess, daddy really needs you

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: oh my god Johnathan

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: 🚫🛑✋

I thought you liked that???

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: I do

The ellipse signaling her response bubbled for awhile and I wondered what the hell kind of paragraph she was writing.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: princess has to study. I'm srsly gonna fail😭😭

Just a little break? Please??

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: daddy with you it's never a "little break"

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: ull keep me there for hours and then I won't sleep and then I'll be tired and then I will fail

I sat up a little straighter staring at that word. It had a much different and more profound effect on me when she wrote it. I didn't cringe; instead I felt it deeply seeded within the base of my cock and it made my hormones go into overdrive. I quickly typed out a response hoping to make the conversation a bit more...dirty.

That's for sure

You know how long I can go and how weak you are for me when I've been inside you for hours.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: I mean it's alright ig

Goddamn it! Why was she like this? She was such a frustrating little shit!

Bruh I'm just tryna get off ok? If you're not gonna come over can you at LEAST help me out a little??????????

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: wtf you want me to do? Sext you??

I mean it's better than you being a dick to me

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: aww baby boy wants to whineeee

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: u are pretty much begging at this point

I rolled my eyes hating that she was kind of right.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: good thing I like to hear men beg for me

Oh shit. Did that mean that I was getting closer to her helping me? It was probably one of those kink things. I thought for awhile if I should actually swallow my pride and do it some more just to get her to participate. I was going to feel like an idiot but at least I'd be an idiot who came. I sent her a snap of me pouting with the puppy filter trying to be cute enough.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: ur an idiot u know that right?

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: anyway idk how to sext?

What do you mean you dont know how to sext? You just do it.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: well i’m not gonna say stuff your cock in my pussy thats fucking disgusting

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: also im a writer so it’s just gonna come out weird

Try me. You can like describe what you like me doing to you. Anything.

I set my phone down and waited for her to respond. It wasn’t that difficult. I did it all the time but i wanted her to start. I just wanted to hear her instead of being wrapped up in my stupid fantasies. I looked down at the bulge in my sweatpants and sighed. If i got started now then I would keep getting interrupted and have to wipe my hand off every time. I set my pillow over my head and hoped that if I suffocated myself enough then I wouldn't have to suffer any longer.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: this is not going to be sexy at all lol

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: but i seriously love when you grab my hips and use it to fuck me deeper. I love how much you stretch me open, how much you fill me and those grunts you make when youre close

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: i love when youre fucking me from behind and press yourself into my back and pin my wrists down. You make me feel so small and wrapped up in protectiveness i guess? Or maybe possessiveness. You usually bite down on my neck and shoulders when youre like that. The hickies are a pain in the ass to cover but i love looking at them afterwards and feeling how tender they are. It makes me remember the ache and how i cant wait to fuck you again.

🦇BatOuttaHell🦇: is this ok?

Fuck. yes. I typed out as soon as my phone vibrated with her response.

Shit, i couldn’t believe just her typing something could get me even harder but i could feel myself throbbing beneath my sweats. I wanted her to keep going but I needed to get off before i couldn’t take it anymore. I dared to call her and hear her seductive but shy voice. I dialed her number and hoped to God she would answer.

"Are you trying to have phone sex with me?" She asked instantly.

"15 minutes." I panted. "Take a break for 15 minutes."

"No more than that. I really have to study…"

"I promise, baby. I promise." I shoved my sweats off, keeping the phone between my ear and shoulder, and grabbed the base of my cock. The first stroke was slow, steady, full of yearning and as it turned out desperation. Precum was already covering my head and making a mess but I used that to my advantage. It added slickness to my strokes, easily letting my palm slide up and down my shaft. "Please just talk to me."

Her voice seemed to get a little lower. "What do you want me to say?"

"Anything." I bit down on my lip for a moment as my hips lifted into a particularly rough jerk. "I just want to hear your voice."

"I want to hear your moans then. Those pants, the groans, those little growls. Don't hold back, Johnny."

I set the phone on speaker so I could keep it beside me and have more freedom. "Ye-yeah. I won't hold back trust me."

I gripped onto the blanket beside me, trying to remind myself that I needed to use those fifteen minutes to my full advantage. I knew with how much of a brat she was, she probably already had a timer going. I slowed my strokes a little bit, giving my fingers time to roll over my head and dip into my slit. I breathed out a soft pant as I focused everything on how sensitive I was. With each stroke of my fingers I imagined Eri on top of me, grinding into my hips and taking every inch I would give her. She looked so utterly gorgeous, like a fucking goddess every time she smirked down at me or set her hands on my chest to steady herself. Why was she so damn perfect?

"A little louder Johnny. I want to really hear you or else I'll hang up."

"N-no." I choked out. "F-fuck...I'm just thinking about you!"

My fist was trembling around the blanket as I could hardly hold back. I squeezed my hand a little tighter around myself trying to replicate the way she clenched around my cock. It wasn't exactly the same but damn near close.

"Hmm? Thinking about me? What am I doing to my baby boy?"

“Riding me! Fuck you’re riding me so fucking good.” I groaned louder than I expected. My thighs were starting to tremble just a bit and i dug my toes into the mattress. I was bucking even harder than before, The thoughts of her were driving me crazy; her voice was adding to it all and those coy little giggles made it even worse. I wanted her so fucking bad.

“Do you want to cum?” She breathed out.

“Yes.” I growled deeply. “Eri...shit…”

“You’re super cute when youre begging. Do you think I should let you?” She teased.

“Oh, i’m going to, whether you let me or not princess. What daddy says, goes.” i released another growl and gripped my balls with my other hand, squeezing them in a chaotic dance of pleasure and need.

“Not when daddy calls princess begging to fuck. You can hold out a bit longer. I deserve to hear a few more moans.”

I let out a growl of frustration. “Eri.” I said sternly. “I swear to god…”

“Say my name like that as you fuck me from behind.”

I tossed my head back into the mattress as the vision popped in my head instantly. My hand stroked at an ungodly pace as i felt my release approaching fast. I was a mess of feelings and sounds, drowning in my own lust and letting my body fall into every awakened nerve. My muscles tightened and i felt warmth rush over me. My breathing deepened as I squeezed out the last few ropes of cum that splattered all over my stomach. My hand was drenched as well and i flopped back, sighing as i knew i had so much to clean up. I picked up the phone with my clean hand and took her off speaker.

“14 minutes, 39 seconds. Good job.”

“I knew,” I licked my lips and tried to steady my breath. “You were fucking counting, you evil little shit.”

“Whhaaatttt! I have to get back to studying! Except I might have a little fun myself.”

“Are you kidding me? After I asked? God, i cant stand you.”

She chuckled and I could just see that devilish smirk on her face. “Mhm, whatever you say. I have to get going now. Have fun cleaning up.”

#the stupid bat emojis didnt copy over #fuck google docs #messy #time stamp #johnny fanfiction #johnny suh #johnny #johnny seo #nct 127 #nct 127 fanfic #johnny nct #nct 127 fanfiction #nct drabble #johnny drabbles #johnny drabble #johnny smut #so like they were talking dirty which they dont normall do but ya know

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hornsbeforehalos · 7 years ago

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Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 16

Pairing: Past Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Smut, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Older man/Younger Woman.

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Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You’ll probably be a bit confused if you haven’t read Conquests yet, though, or at least the Finale, but you could probably figure it out on your own if you don’t want to. But I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to, lol.

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Norman stared at me silently for a long time, the revelation that he was going to be a father again by a woman who just shattered his heart a hard pill to swallow.

“How long have you known?” He finally rasped, his voice thick and gravely.

“Right after we got out of jail,” I answered, diverting my eyes from him as his eyebrows raised at the notion that it’d been that long.

“For a month?” He asked, disbelief and frustration riddled in his tone, “You didn’t tell me?”

“I wanted to tell you, Norm, I did,” I started, meeting his eyes, “I just didn’t know how.”

“How about start off by saying, ‘Hey, babe, I’m pregnant!’?” Norman sneered, turning to sit on the step he’d been kneeling on and putting his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his thighs, “Can’t believe you’ve kept this from me.”

Scoffing at him as my anger flared up again, “Oh, I’m sorry, babe, kinda hard to be enthusiastic when you’re constantly reminding me of how much you don’t want kids.”

He gritted his teeth and bit his cheek as he attempted to keep from snapping back at me, his voice coming out from behind his clenched jaw, “You should have told me, Kylin.”

“Whatever, Norm,” I sniffled as I wiped my nose on my shirt sleeve, “This is the exact reaction I expected, anyway.”

“I’m not mad that you’re pregnant, Kylin,” Norman grunted, lifting his head up to turn his face to the side to look at me out of the corner of his eye, “I’m pissed that you waited ‘till now to tell me.”

He shifted again so he was leaning against the railing of the stairs, one foot propped up on the step he was sitting on and the other one on the one below it. He brought his gaze to mine for a moment before looking at the wall, shaking his head in frustration, “I’m pissed because you didn’t talk to me about what happened, you just blasted me on Instagram and slept with your ex. You didn’t even trust me enough to be like, ‘What the fuck?’ You just believed everything he said, just like you used to. I’m pissed because I trusted you,” His voice broke as tears resurfaced and ran down his cheek, his eyes darkening as he met my stare again, “And now I have to spend the rest of my life tied to someone I hate.”

His words burned into me long after Jensen had found us and pulled me into his room after telling Norman he needed to leave. Jeffrey had been dealt with, how I didn’t care as long as I wasn’t going to have to see him anytime soon. I lay in Jensen’s bed for the rest of the night and the next day, him, Misha, and Rob alternating checking in on me between events they had scheduled. The news that I was pregnant had made it’s way around the group, but it was a somber celebration with the way things had ended up happening.

“What am I gonna do, Robbie?” I asked as he wrapped his arms securely around me and pulled me into his chest, “How am I gonna do this by myself?”

“You know you’re not alone, Kay,” He argued, tightening his grip on me, “Everyone is going to be doting on them so much, you’re probably gonna have to beat people away from the poor kid.”

A smile formed on my face at the thought of Jared, Jensen and Misha playing the awesome uncles, spoiling the poor kid before sending him home to me, “You’re prolly right about that.”

“What if I’m a complete fuck up at the whole mother thing and screw the kid up entirely?” I asked after a bout of silence, my mind working in overdrive, “What if it hates me or something?”

“Oh, honey, of course they’re gonna hate you,” Rob chuckled, “All kids hate their parents at some point.”

“Did Calvin and Audrey hate you?” I asked curiously, looking up at him from my place on his chest.

“Ohhhhh yeah,” He sighed, his brow furrowing with disappointment “Hell, they’re grown and still hate me.”

“Huh?” I grunted as I sat up on my elbow to see his face better, “How come?”

“Just shit with Mollie. She’s officially filing for divorce this time apparently and their both pissed because they say it’s my fault.”

“What? Since when?!” I gasped, scrambling to sit up to look at him, my hands prssing against him chest, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Shrugging, Rob twisted his lip and looked away, “You were busy all the time with Norman, and we rarely hung out anymore. I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

“I’m so sorry, babe,” I cooed, rubbing my palms down his arms to hold his hands, “I know how much she means to you.”

“She’s my wife, I mean, but we want different things. She��s busy with her law firm and I’m never home with how much I tour. She wasn’t okay with us being friends and I-”

“Wait, what? She wasn’t cool with us being friends?” I interrupted, my brows crinkling, “Since when?”

“Since every time we split up I wound up in your bed, princess,” He smirked as he squeezed my hands, “She was jealous.”

“Of me?” I scoffed, recoiling my head in disbelief, “What the fuck? I was never trying to take you from her.”

“I know that, Ky, but I wasn’t going to lie to her about anything that happened between us. I tried explaining to her that we were just best friends who happens to sleep with each other occasionally, but she insisted that it was more.”

“You know I love you, Robbie,” I said seriously, “But I never meant to be the reason for ya’ll to divorce.”

“You’re not the only reason for it, Kay,” He assured, smirking again as he sat up against the head board more and pulled me closer to him, his blue eyes bright with affection, “And I love you too. Forever, Sweetheart.”

I knew I probably shouldn’t, that it was definitely a bad idea, but it’s not like I’d been making good choices recently anyway, so I leaned over and kissed him. It was gentle and chaste, and he kissed me back instantly, our lips molding together until the sound of a key-card beeping outside made me pull away quickly.

“I swear to Christ I can’t leave you two alone together,” Rich snarked with a shake of his head as he strolled in, Rob and I obviously caught by our pink cheeks and averting eyes, “Somethin’ else, girl.”

“Shut your face-hole, Richie,” I sneered back, rolling my eyes, “Don’t be jealous.”

“Of Rob? Please, honey-child, if I wanted you, you’d be mine,” He winked as he sat on the edge of the bed, “But unfortunately, my wife would probably kill you and me both.”

“Oh yeah, me, you, murdered,” I giggled, sprawling out to rest my chin on Rob’s stomach as I looked up at Rich, “How’s things down there?”

“Swimmingly, but I need to steal Rob so we can close this fucker down. You feel like coming down or you staying here?”

“I’m staying here,” I sighed, rolling off of Rob and sitting back up as he moved to get off the bed and straighten himself up, “Don’t feel like fuckin’ with anybody else today.”

“It’ll get better, sweetheart, you know it.” Rich assured, rubbing his hands up my biceps before bringing me into a hug, “You and little gummybear in there are gonna be just fine.”

“I sure as shit hope so.”

It was odd being back in Los Angeles. It’d been 3 weeks since Norman left and I had decided that I needed a break from traveling so much, but I never really felt right to be constantly at home all the time.

It wasn’t that I was alone, either, because I certainly wasn’t. During the week, when Robbie wasn’t busy with shows or preparing for conventions, he was constantly checking in with me, making sure I didn’t need anything and even going as far as to going with me to one of my doctor’s appointments.

Gen, Danni, and Vickie made it a point to be up my ass as well, the two Texas girls insisting I Face-time with them at least once a day, where as Vicky would randomly pop in bright and early in the morning and make me go to some herbal shop with her and the kids, or do something ridiculous like goat yoga or something of the sort. While it was nice to have the distractions, my heart ached over Norman still, and I didn’t see it going away anytime soon. He’d shipped all my things that I’d left in New York and Georgia to me, and the only form of communication we had had was when I’d sent him a picture of the sonogram from the latest doctor visit, receiving a simple heart emoji back. I knew there was nothing to be said about us, and him saying he hated me still echoed through my head on a daily basis. I just hoped by the time the baby got here we’d at least be able to maintain some form of decency with each other.

I was approaching my sixteenth week, and had started to show just a slight bump. Everybody had thought it was absolutely adorable, and my mother had insisted on talking to it when I Facetimed her to tell them the news. At first they both insisted that I get on the next flight back to Dallas, but I eventually had them convinced I would be okay on my own.

I was too grown to be running to Mommy and Daddy to fix my fuck ups, anyway.

The pulsing vibrations of my phone jarred me from a dreamless sleep, my body jerking into consciousness before scrambling to find the offending device. Groaning as I did so, I squinted my eyes open while blowing the fallen hair from my face. The contact from the law firm I had’s number displayed across the screen, and I quickly hit the accept button.

“Hello?” I greeted, trying to keep my voice from rasping with sleep.

“Ms. Ackles? This is Barbara, Mr. Walsh’s assistant?” The girl chirped in on the other side, “Sorry to have woken you?”

“No problem,” I croaked out, rollingonto my back and sitting up against the headboard, “What can I help you with?”

“Mr. Walsh wanted met to call and inform you that after speaking with Mr. Morgan and Mr. Reedus and presenting the information, The judge, with Mrs. Marcelli’s input and testimony, has decided to drop all charges and allegations towards all parties involved.”

My mind whirled while it processed what the girl said, my eyes tearing up as I bolted forward in the bed, “Oh, shit, really? Thank you so much! Tell Mr. Walsh he’s amazing, thank you so so so much, really, like...Thank you.”

I ended the conversation shortly after, quickly distracted by jumping for joy as I heard Vicki unlock the door with her key. She gave me a confused look as I leapt at her, my arms winding around her body and lifting her up with me as I jumped.

“You win the lottery or something?” She inquired with a snort, holding me out at arms length by the biceps, “What’s up?”

“The law firm just called, Vic, I’m good, we’re good!” I squealed, jumping up and down again.

This time she joined me, wrapping her arms around me tightly with a huge smile on her face, “That’s fucking awesome, Kay, thank God.”

A sudden tension in my belly caused me to stop suddenly, my hand instantly covering the bump, my smile returned as I felt the movement again, this time, against my hand.

“Holy fucking shit, Vic, the baby kicked,” I squealed as I looked up to her wide eyes, snatchign her hand and replacing it for mine, “Holy shit. Come on, lil’ baby, kick for Aunt Vicki.”

Vicki moved her other hand across the small swell and pressed in slightly, cooing as she did. The fluttering feeling returned, and she gasp as she felt a strong kick against her palm, “Oh, hi there, baby!”

“Oh my god, Vic, I gotta tell-” I started, but clamped my mouth shut before I finished the sentence. A rush of anxiety flipped its way into my stomach as I silently walked into my bedroom and found my phone, picking it up and unlocking the screen before looking at Vic as she leaned against the door frame.

“This is so shitty, Vicki,” I sighed, slumping down onto my mattress as I spun my phone in circles to distract myself, “Why does this have to be so shitty?”

“I told you a long time ago this was going to get mess, Kylin,” Vicki snorted, adjusting her glasses before crossing her arms and stepping into the room, she sat down on the edge of the bed beside me and nudged me with her arm, “You’re the one that went and made it worse.”

“Thanks for reminding me, best friend,” I snorted back, nudging her as well, “Issue is, I don’t know how to make it better.”

Vicki shrugged, patting my leg and sighing, “I dunno, girl. Send Norman a text, I guess. Just come on, we have stuff to do.”

Vicki’s ‘stuff to do’ consisted of her dragging me through some all-natural, hippie granola crunch bar store that apparently had a great deal on biodegradable diapers. I groaned loudly as she loaded up a cart full of things I apparently wasn’t going to be able to live without as we shuffled through the isles, rolling my eyes at some of the things she was getting.

“You’re fuckin’ ridiculous, Victoria, you know that?” I teased as my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and stopped in the middle of the isle, my eyes widening instantly.

“Who is it?” Vicki asked, her brows furrowing in concern. I flipped the phone around in her direction to show her Norman’s face flashing across the screen. Her eyebrows shot up and she motioned for me to answer it, pointing that she was going to walk a bit further ahead.

I pressed the accept button as I began slowly walking forward again, leaning into the buggy that I’d been pushing, “H-Hello?”

“Hey,” He said quietly, as if he was just as nervous, “I got your text.”

“Mmhmm,” I hummed back, looking around as I approached the section with baby clothes, “That’s good.”

“Everything’s going good so far?” He inquired sheepishly, seeming to not really know what to say, “No issues or anythin’?”

“Not that they’ve told me about,” I said absently, reaching out with my free hand to touch a shirt that was made from some organic material I couldn’t pronouce, “I find out the gender next month.”

“Hmm,” He responded quietly, and I could picture him nodding his head before he suddenly said, “Hope it’s a boy.”

A loud snort left my nose and mouth as I shook my head, throwing the tiny hemp outfit into the buggie, “I do too, actually. Lookin’ at little boy clothes right now.”

Norman let his own chuckle trail through the phone line, and I had to stop myself from saying something stupid. Humming again, I pushed the tears that were threatening to pick to the surface (stupid fucking hormones) and investigated another outfit on a rack.

“You wouldn’t...wanna go to the doctor with me to find out for sure, would you?” I asked softly, surprising myself as another flood of nerves ran through my bloodstream, “I mean, I totally get it if not, I just-”

“I dunno if I’m ready for that, Ky,” He sighed, the awkwardness creeping through thickly, “Maybe after a while.”

“Okay, yeah...” I replied easily, putting another outfit in the basket, “Yeah, sure.”

“Look, I gotta go, I just wanted to...call and check in.” Norman offered, sympathy in his voice, “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Kay, thanks Norm, I-” I stuttered, catching myself and closing my mouth quickly before sighing again, “I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Bye, Whiskey.”

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