#with every drawing their eyes grow bigger and wetter

[zondearts]

My favorite oc: The pitiable creature

She has never seen the light of day and has a diet made out of raw fish and algea

[superblysubpar]

Steve taking you to pound town and crushing you with his body :-)

the song: Lights Out by Col3trane

warnings: a teeny hint to edging/steve's a tiny bit possessive or jealous

The moan that leaves your mouth is sinful, and he squeezes at your hips harder, hand slapping at your ass, soothing over the red mark and caressing along the curve of it. Your fingers twist in the sheets, a low whine leaves your parted lips in a breath. Sweat beads at your hairline - it clings to your skin and his eyes greedily take in how it drips over all of your curves. Steve’s thrusts slow, a deep stroke that has you shuddering beneath him. His fingers brush down your spine and back up. You push against him, rolling your hips and he taps at your butt again lightly - a warning. 

Steve’s in a mood. 

If the way he slammed the door of your apartment when he came home, or how he found you in your bedroom with candles lit and a book - closing it for you and drawing the curtains and flicking off the lamp hadn’t tipped you off, the way he’s had his way with you for an hour would have. 

You drip for him, walls sucking him in and he has to blow his breath out of his nose at how easily he’s able to glide in and out of you. Your teeth bite hard into your bottom lip to muffle your cries from the open window, concealed only by the closed curtains that blow lazily in the summer breeze. 

He’s barely moving in and out of you now, pads of his fingers brushing up and down your arms that shake before he tugs lightly on the gold chain around your neck. His eyes almost roll back when you lift your head and the little ‘S’ glints in the orange flicker of the candlelight. 

You’re his. 

“Baby-” your voice is thick, breaking off into what sounds like a sob. His palms are flat on your spine, soothing up and down as he picks up his pace again. He pushes lightly on your lower back, humming when you spread your legs wider for him.

His brows are pinched together, his chest heaves as he pulls at your cheeks, watching how you suck him in. Groaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around him as your fingers flex on the mattress and your head drops, chin to your chest with a whimper.  

Steve slows his thrusts again right when the coil in your stomach is ready to snap. You gasp out in frustration, toes curling and fingers gripping the duvet. He leans forward and kisses the middle of your spine, hand reaching around your front. His fingers rub messy circles into your puffy clit while his hot breath and wet kisses attack your spine. 

One of his hands moves to your thigh, blunt fingernails scratching up and down as his index and middle fingers soothe bigger and faster circles over your needy clit. He pants against your slick skin as his resolve to not cum grows weaker. Every time he gets you close and he stops, a new wave of lust seems to gush around him, making you wetter and needier. 

He has to hear it, make sure everyone knows. Steve doesn’t care if his voice sounds desperate when he asks, “Only I can make you feel like this, right honey?”

You can’t think straight anymore, another whine, a frantic nod of your head and your hips roll again, pushing back against him. Steve curses under his breath when his balls hit your ass. He stops his movements abruptly, both hands holding your waist so you can’t move and your eyes squeeze closed. He had given you a warning. 

But Steve surprises you, his hands slowly roam from your waist, up your sides as his lips drag along your spine. You shiver beneath him and his hands drift down your arms, the weight of his chest heavy on your back. Steve laces his fingers with yours, pushing you both down into the mattress. Your legs flatten, fully lying on your front, only your ass in the air for him as one arm reaches around to lift you slightly while he mouths at your neck. 

“I said,” he presses another kiss behind your ear, nose dragging behind it, “Only I can make you feel like this, right?”

“Ye-yes,” your voice is a gasp, desperate for him to let you finally cum. 

He pulls out of you slowly, feeling the curve of him - every ridge against you on the dirty glide out and the sudden thrust back in. Your fingers flex under his larger and thicker ones, a pathetic sound leaves you and floats into the air that the neighbors are sure to hear now. Your cheek presses to the mattress and Steve makes a soft tutting noise, nosing at your jaw as he slams into you again. 

Your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out, the sound of him dragging himself in and out of you a pornographic and sinful squelch. Your eyelashes wet with tears from the way he slams the perfect spot deep inside of you that he finds with the new, deeper, position. Steve’s movements are faster now, balls slapping against your ass. He’s practically growling in your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe of it, chest hair scratching at your back. Every sense is overwhelmed, the only thoughts running through your mind revolve around him. 

Steve moans your name in your ear and the weight of him against you smothers you like the flames taking over your body. You writhe and wiggle beneath him and he can’t get enough of it. Steve laughs against your sweat slicked neck, thrusts stopping completely as he catches his breath. You push back against him with a growl and he pushes you into the mattress harder. 

His breath is hot in your ear again as he speaks, voice raspy, filthy, sexy. 

“If you wanna cum, tell everyone who’s making you feel this way baby.” 

Steve rolls you to your back before you can even blink, sliding inside of you in a deeper thrust, chest pressing to yours and smiling into your neck that extends for him when you throw it back against the pillow. Your toes curl as your heels dig into his ass, fingers gripping at his shoulders and back as his name leaves your lips in almost a scream. 

Steve’s lips press into your hairline, hands wrapped around your lower back as his thrusts keep going at a brutal pace. His praise lost against the skin of your temple, drowned in the chanting of his name. 

You look so good, maybe he’ll let you have what you want finally. 

[salazarslytherin]

sex on fire (s.b x y/n)

summary: an encounter with sirius in the kitchen

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cw/tw: smut, pussy slapping, fingering, dumbification, praise kink, like exhibitionism if you squint, age difference (reader is of age!)

word count: 2.14k

a/n: Inspired. SO HEAVILY by @thotbutpurple’s dilf!marauders headcanons, specifically this post for this imagine. also heavily inspired by @acosmis-t's fic peanut. honestly this is just, self-indulgent. might do a dilf!series, I'm not sure reblog to boost please xxx

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Some people would think that it’s weird to like someone almost twenty years your senior. And if we’re being honest, you thought the same too.

That was until Sirius fucking Black walked into your life.

One of your dad’s best friends from high school, Sirius appeared in your life when you were sixteen, riding back into town on a Bugatti motorcycle and a battered leather jacket. A photographer who’d travelled the world, he came back to your small town to spend time with his younger brother and his old friends from high school.

That spelt weekend barbecues at your house, watching the absolute hunk of a man walk around your house shirtless, or in the thinnest fucking white tank you’ve ever seen in your life. Whether Sirius owned clothes that weren’t band tees, white tanks, and ripped jeans, you didn’t know.

But secretly, you hoped he didn’t.

⚔︎.

Now it’s been three years since Sirius had returned, and yet another one of your dad’s friends’ barbecues was being held at your house. The men were out back barbecuing – they called themselves the Marauders, the name never not making you laugh. Unfortunately, this week you were unable to join them, holed up in your room to study for your finals.

With the weather heating up as it neared the beginning of the summer, you could feel each individual bead of sweat run down your spine. Unable to focus on anything with the immense heat and the overwhelming stress you were feeling, you took out your earphones and got up off your chair, deciding to go downstairs to get something cold to drink.

Opening your bedroom door, you could hear the music playing from the backyard, the booming laughter of the various men standing around the barbecue grill. Walking down the stairs, you recited the formulas you were revising earlier, not at all paying attention to anything around you. Stepping into the kitchen, you kept staring at the flashcards you held, opening the fridge door to grab the carton of juice you knew was in there.

“That focused, are we?”

The deep voice scared you, making the flashcards from your grasp fall all over the tiled flooring. You whipped around to see Sirius leaning against the kitchen sink, smirking as he watched you. You watched him in return, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he downed a gulp from his beer bottle.

Shaking yourself off, you turned back to the fridge and grabbed the carton, before placing it on the counter and closing the door. You bent over to pick up the flashcards that you had dropped earlier, only to hear a splutter of a cough behind you.

You turned around as you placed the cards next to the carton, seeing Sirius cough into his forearm, his abs flexing beneath the thin tank top he wore.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay, Sirius?”

The man waved his hand at you, placing the beer bottle between his lips as his eyes scanned up and down your body, smirking around the bottle.

“S’nothing, Y/N.”

Your eyes followed Sirius’s gaze, looking down to realise just exactly why he had his little impromptu coughing fit. Given the heat, you’d forgotten you were only wearing a thin tank top and booty shorts that day, meaning that when you bent over, you’d given Sirius quite the show. You felt yourself turn red as you realised, spinning around promptly to grab a glass from the upper cabinets.

Unfortunately for you, but quite a fortunate happenstance for Sirius, all the glasses on the bottom shelf had been taken outside for “public consumption”, and only those on the top shelf remained.

Conscious of your every move in front of the hottest man you had ever known in your damned life, you stood up onto your tippy toes, reaching for the glasses on the top shelf. You could feel your shorts riding up as you reached up as high as you possibly could, honestly just contemplating climbing on top of the counters to reach the glasses.

All you wanted was some damned juice.

As you struggled, you heard a chuckle sound behind you, then footsteps. Warmth emanating from behind you, and then a hard body pressed up against you. Your body tensed up as you felt Sirius’s body behind you, swallowing audibly. You saw a hand reach up above yours, the large appendage wrapping around the blue glass before receding as the warmth moved away from you.

“Here you go, pumpkin.”

The nickname made your mouth run dry as you turned around to take the glass from the man, smiling slightly at him. You felt a shiver run down your spine as your fingertips grazed his, having to grip the glass unreasonably tight as you felt your hands weaken at his warmth.

“Thanks.”

Your voice croaked at the word, Sirius’s smirk growing on his face yet again. You took the carton and poured yourself a glass, sipping on it as you leaned against the counter, mirroring Sirius who was back to sipping at his beer bottle.

You could feel your exam stress building up again as your hand reached for the flashcards again, flipping through them as you mouthed the different formulas and definitions written on them.

“Stressed, Y/N?”

You hummed in agreement as you focused on the cards in your hands, the glass having been returned to the counter as you sunk back into revision mode, barely registering the clink of the beer bottle being placed in the kitchen sink as the man made his way towards you.

“Want some help, destressing, hmm?”

You looked up at the man only to find him right in front of you, your body straightening up as you watched his teasing expression, lips curled and eyebrows raised.

You knew Sirius knew the way you felt about him. The way you sucked in a breath the first time you’d seen him, the way you licked your lips subconsciously at the sight of him, the way you thought about him when you touched yourself…

He wasn’t exactly subtle with hiding the innuendos.

You shook yourself free of those thoughts as Sirius watched you, almost as if he knew what you were thinking.

“More juice, maybe?”

The smirk only grew bigger as the man shook the carton slightly, uncapping it and tilting his head backwards, drinking straight from the carton itself. You watched with your mouth hanging open slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing entrancingly with every gulp.

“Oops, I might've finished it all. Though, I think there’s still a little more in here…”

Sirius watched you almost mockingly, mouth dropping open to show the bare minimum of juice left in his mouth.

The man knew you wanted him, and felt the exact same way towards you. He couldn’t help it.

The moment you stepped into the kitchen, he was a goner. The tank top clinging to your breasts, showing just the right amount of cleavage, the shortest fucking shorts he’d ever seen you in barely covering your ass, the man was holding himself together by a thread at this point.

“Hmm? You want it?”

Sirius’s eyes scanned your every move, eyebrows raising as you pushed off the counter slowly.

“Come get it.”

⚔︎.

You didn’t know who moved towards who in that split second, only that a moment later your world was turned upside down. Sirius’s lips were soft and sweet – the entrancing taste of Sirius overwhelming you, beer and orange juice mixing together in the kiss. As promised, Sirius’s tongue pushed a dribble of juice into your mouth, making you moan into his lips as your arms wrapped around his neck, flashcards scattering across the tiled flooring yet again, his hands coming up to grip your waist. The man’s calloused hands fingered the hem of your top, pushing the edges up, his thumb drawing circles on your hip bone.

You gasped at the feeling of his fingers on your skin, feeling Sirius chuckle against your lips at your surprise. Your own hands moved from his neck to his shoulders, sliding down to his arms. You could feel Sirius’s arms tensing at the feeling, the veins on his muscled forearms like braille under your fingertips.

Grunting into your lips, the man stepped forward, pushing you up against the counter, the edge right against the small of your back.

“Can I?”

Sirius asked breathlessly, lips bright red from what felt like minutes, but also hours, of yours against his. He ghosted the elastic of your shorts, eyes flicking between yours as he awaited your approval or disapproval.

You nodded, unable to speak as you held your breath.

Was this actually happening, or were you having some sort of heat stroke-induced delusion?

“Turn around and bend over for me then, doll.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded again, rendered dumb by your disbelief at the situation. You bent over the counter, leaning on your forearms as you looked over your shoulder, watching Sirius crouched down, hooking his fingers into your shorts, pulling your panties down as well in one move.

The man sucked in a breath at the sight of you bottomless, making your face turn red.

“Such a pretty pussy…”

The blush spread throughout your body as you noticed how close Sirius was to you, his breath ghosting your clit as he did nothing. Simply staring at your cunt. His hands moved up from your ankles, where he’d brought your shorts down to, and spread you open, fingers dipping inside you unintentionally, but it was likely to have been intentional. You squeaked at the feeling, walls clenching around thin air.

This is so fucking embarrassing. But your body seemed to disagree, feeling yourself become wetter at the feeling of Sirius’s eyes on you.

Moving in to take a closer look, the older man sent you one of his signature panty-dropping smiles.

Literally, in this case.

“I’m going to fucking ruin it.”

You threw your head forward as Sirius ran his forefinger up and down your slit, the brief contact with your clit making you let out a loud moan of surprise. Your eyes squeezed shut as you hid your head in your forearms, Sirius’s finger stretching you out as you moaned into your arms.

“Don’t be so loud, doll. Do you want everyone to hear you?”

You shook your head, biting your lip as Sirius moved his finger in and out of you, growing wetter at the thought of anyone catching you here. In the kitchen.

With your dad’s best friend.

All coherent thought was interrupted as Sirius’s other hand landed on your clit, rolling the nub between his thumb and forefinger. The movement made your brain short-circuit, letting out a loud gasping moan as he pushed a second finger inside you as well.

“S-Sirius. Fuck.”

The man tutted from behind you but didn’t even falter in his movements, seemingly spurred by your pleasure to pump his fingers in and out of you even faster. You were so immersed in the pleasure that your eyes shot open in surprise as a sharp slap landed on your clit.

“What the fuck?”

Your head whipped back to look at the older man, who merely lifted a brow at your outburst, his fingers still thrusting into you, the sinful sounds echoing around the kitchen.

“Told you to shut up, doll. Or are you too dumb to understand simple instruction, hmm?”

As he said that, Sirius curled his fingers inside of you, making you choke on your breath as he hit something inside of you.

“S-Sirius. I-”

Another slap landed on your cunt, but the pain mixed in with the insane amounts of pleasure you were feeling, your eyes squeezing shut once more to see nothing but stars in the midst of your pleasure.

“I told you to be silent, didn’t I? How’ve I fucked you dumb already.”

You whined silently, wiggling your hips slightly as your walls clenched around him, feeling your pleasure mount inside you, climbing towards its precipice.

“Your pussy’s so tight around my fingers. You wanna cum, love?”

You bit down on your forearm, moaning out into it as you nodded, your orgasm threatening to erupt on his fingers.

Sirius curled his fingers inside you, the movement pushing you over the edge as you nearly screamed, thanking the heavens that someone, probably Sirius, had come up with the idea of blasting AC/DC in the backyard. Convulsing around the older man’s fingers, your chest fell onto the countertop, your fluids running down your thigh as Sirius pulled his fingers out of you slowly. The feeling of being empty made you whine, hand searching blindly behind you to find Sirius.

“Want more.”

A chuckle sounded behind you, Sirius’s hand finding its way to your hair, threading his long fingers through it.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you, pumpkin?”

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[wakaoujisenhime]

Aomine, kise, and Akashi with their s/o using their safe word? Maybe a short fic for each?

A/N: you got it (•̀ᴗ•́ )و …also please excuse my lack in creativity concerning the safeword, I sadly had no better and serious-sounding one than ‘RED’ .-. and I wrote this from a fem!reader’s perspective since I wasn’t sure which one you were referring to! Make sure to get back at me if you wanted it from a different perspective!! ♥️

Tags/Warnings: smut (18+!!) ✅ rough sex (in form of insufficient prep) ✅ ❚ overstimulation ✅ ❚ BDSM play ✅ shibari/bondage ✅ use of blindfold ✅ spanking ✅

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Kise:

You knew that you should’ve insisted on talking with Kise.

The moment he came home you could already guess that something had happened and that his mood was down in the dumps. Usually, he would grin at you, hurriedly throw his shoes and jacket away, and then proceed to shower you with kisses, but today was different…

Today he’d come in and pretty much whispered that he was home, his movements were pretty sluggish, and even when you’d ran up to him the smile he gave you was barely noticeable. You were pretty quick in understanding that something had happened, so you immediately asked him about it, but he just shook his head in denial and reassured you that everything was alright and that you shouldn’t worry.

You decided to let it go for the time being and see how the evening played out, but unfortunately for you, there was no progress. Eventually, you decided to use your plan B: getting the truth out of him with sex.

He was one of those types that first needed some buttering up before they were ready to spill the beans and one of many ways - and the quickest - you succeeded in doing that was through bodily intimacy.

You had wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and started kissing his neck, whispering sweet nothings along his skin. It took a tad longer than usual for him to relax and indulge himself in your caresses, but things eventually took their course, and within a matter of minutes he’d taken over.

It felt amazingly good at first, the way his gentle hands roamed your body, exploring, experimenting, observing your reactions as he searched for your weak spots. The way your breath hitched when he began to play with your exposed nipples, paired with the slight tremble of your body as he let his fingers slide along your skin fired him up.

He’d soon gotten on top of you and while his mouth and tongue were busy pleasuring your chest’s sensitive buds, his fingers were preparing your lower body for what’s to follow…and that’s when it all went wrong.

Usually, he’d take his time to prepare you thoroughly with his fingers and his mouth. The way he enjoyed the slight thrashing of your body when he intentionally rubbed his fingertip against your g-spot never failed to make him smile proudly and your sweet moans when his tongue’s tip circled your puffy clit was the cherry on top. Next to making you feel good he also teased you occasionally. You like it like that, right? Hm? Is it here (Y/N)-cchi? You’re so cute you know that? You never told him, but his words never failed to increase the already intense pleasure you were receiving.

But today, after making out with you for a short while, he’d laid you down on your bed, raised your shirt up, freeing your breasts that he then kissed and pinched a few times before shifting his attention to your lower body. Once your panties were off you watched him lick two of his fingers and proceeded to stretch you, only problem was that after what felt like half a minute he pulled back and began unbuttoning his jeans, seemingly ready to move on.

You tensed up a little and tried to analyze the meaning of his rather absentminded facial expression. Many thoughts crossed your mind, such as him planning on having dry sex with you or just using his cock to get you wetter, but as soon as you felt his tip against your entrance, your mind went blank.

One of your hands stretched out towards the young man’s chest, planning on pushing him back a little, but a sharp pain made you freeze up on the spot. With wide eyes and a slightly open mouth, you looked up at the ceiling as you felt the painful way your walls were being stretched apart. Your free hand took a tight grip on the bed sheets, while the one on Kise’s chest ended up scratching his skin and even managed to draw some blood. All of these wordless pleas went unnoticed, your boyfriend’s attention was elsewhere but despite that, he didn’t stop thrusting his hips back and forth.

The pain gradually faded away but didn’t disappear completely and slowly but surely it became unbearable for you. Despite wanting to groan in pain, you bit the inner side of your cheek and began stuttering: “R-Ryou, wait please!”

Your voice was hoarse and slightly raspy from forcing back your pained moans so it barely managed to reach the young man’s ears. After vainly trying for a few more times you needed to resort to more drastic measures, so you moved both of your hands up to Kise’s face, taking a tight hold of his cheeks.

“Kise Ryouta! Red!”

The combination of his full name and the safeword both of you had agreed upon just in case, finally succeeded in catching his attention.

His eyes widened slowly as he realized what was going on. You're tensed up and slightly sweaty body beneath him, the pulsating pain in his chest, the almost painful tightness of your rather dry walls, and the most agonizing image for him: your pale face and slightly reddened lips.

Panic contorted his earlier calm facial features and he immediately pulled out, causing you to hiss at this unexpected motion.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)-cchi, I-I’m so so sorry, I–…god…h-how could this happen? W-What did I…what did I d-do?”

The tremble in his voice caused him to stutter as his shaking hands ran along your body in order to make sure that he hadn’t hurt you in any other way. His fingertips barely made contact with your skin, because he was afraid of touching you in some kind of way that could harm you any further. It was obvious that your usage of the safeword had shaken him up, even more than you’d expected, but this was your only option at that time…

With a sad smile, you took his hands in yours, brought them up to your lips, and kissed his knuckles, the sudden gesture making him flinch.

“Ryouta…do I now have your attention?” you softly asked, your kind tone moving him to tears as he ever so carefully embraced you and started apologizing multiple times. The earlier pain might not have been completely gone, but that was secondary, now you caressed the blond head that was buried in the crack of your neck, wet tears dripping down from your collarbone to your chest. In between your lover’s sobs you silently reassured and lectured him about how he shouldn’t go along with your antics if he wasn’t up for it.

When Kise had calmed down he finally raised his head to face you, his snotty and tear-stained face making you smile, as he once again begged for your forgiveness, promising you that the next time his mood was off he’d talk to you about it instead of bottling it up. Knowing that he was a man of his words you nodded proudly and gave his lips a tender kiss.

“Now then…ready for a second attempt?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Aomine:

Being Aomine’s lover was like a rollercoaster ride, at times he could be the person of your dreams while on others he was an unbearable asshole. Even though his attitude managed to make you see red ever so often, it also made your sexual life spicier.

He was a beast in bed, who managed to push you beyond your limits every single time. There was no such thing as can’t for him.

You can’t get into a certain position? He’ll make sure to mold your body into the position he wants you to be, regardless of how flexible you are or aren’t.

You can’t take his teasing anymore and want him to penetrate you? Sorry sweetheart but you’ll have to wait until he’s up for it and until then you’re free to beg and whine about it, providing him with further music to his ears.

You can’t hold your orgasm back any longer and want to cum? Telling him that is a bad move really because the moment he hears that he’ll grin to himself and stop all movements, wait for your body to calm down despite your numerous pleas, and resume only when he’s confident that you’re far away from reaching your high.

And it was precisely because of these past experiences that the two of you had agreed upon a safeword that you were to use only when things went too far. Both you and Aomine were confident that such a time wouldn’t come, until today…

While you were folding the laundry, your lover was in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes you’d more or less had to force him to do. Upon remembering his pouty face you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself, not noticing the tall young man creep up behind you with a mischievous grin.

“Got you!” he called out as he wrapped his arms around your body and pressed himself towards your back. You were caught off guard for a split second but decided to indulge his playfulness as a ‘reward’ for doing the dishes, but your lover unexpectedly took your well-meant intention out of proportion…

“Daiki…w-wait!” you manage to stammer out, your shaky hand gently slapping against the back of the bigger hand that’s hooked around your rib cage. Without fulfilling your request the man behind you keeps the thrust of his hips steady, as he palms your left breast and kneads it.

His slightly chapped lips run along the slight curve of your neck and pepper it with sloppy kisses. You flinch as you feel his other hand slide down your body, heading straight for your clit, and without wasting another second, starts massaging it.

Your vision gets blurry as you feel his rough finger mercilessly draw circles on your already sensitive bud and your moans grow louder as he bottoms out deep inside of you, the slapping of his balls further amplifying the squelching noise echoing in the room. All you can do is cling to him as you feel the knot inside you slowly tightening and dreading to burst any second from all the ministrations.

“You gonna cum?” he asks in a low whisper while nibbling on your ear. You bite your lower lip and nod multiple times as you squeeze your eyes shut and ready yourself for your orgasm.

The moment your walls squeezed down on Aomine’s shaft it made him shudder in pleasure and groan out a silent that’s it as he slowed down his hips’ thrusts, letting you indulge in your orgasm. His deep blue eyes fondly observed the way your body twitched and the slight tremble of your thighs against his own made him tighten his grip around you. While you were still trying to recover from the intense wave of pleasure that had shaken you, you felt how your boyfriend’s cock hardened inside of you, but before you could call out to him, the man took a fistful of your hair and pushed your face down on the pile of folded clothes before you.

He resumed his earlier thrusting speed, but thanks to the slight change in positions he managed to hit the entrance to your womb every single time his hips collided with your soft behind. Truth be told, when Aomine saw you - the person he loved so much - cum that hard by his hands it flipped a switch inside of him. The young man was usually holding many of his kinks and desires back out of worry for the consequences they’d have on your body, but right now all these worries had disappeared and were replaced by a single thought.

I’ll give her an orgasm that will mess her up

You felt an enormous weight push your back further into the mattress, your legs were spread apart, pulled back, and trapped beneath muscular calves. Something told you that whatever was about to happen it wasn’t going to be pleasant, so before your lover began you reached back, searching for his hand and whispering out his name in a slightly trembling voice.

Whatever your intention was, it was completely ignored by your boyfriend, because the moment he heard the silent call of his name he began to downright fuck you as if there was no tomorrow. Your eyes widened at the fast speed at which you were spread apart and the way his body had pinned you to the bed provided you with further friction that made you tear up.

You wished you could say that it felt good, but that might have been the case on another day where you hadn’t cum as hard as you did a few minutes ago. Right now you were in pain. Every thrust forward made your stomach tense up painfully, while each graze of the bedsheets against your abused clit made you jump; you were just so sensitive from before that anything Aomine did, made you shudder and jump as if he was throwing ice-cold water at your burning skin.

Even when you loudly pleaded with him to wait or stop, he seemingly didn’t hear you and kept going. So with not much of a choice left, you tried pushing yourself back against him, your safeword escaping your lips. ”Aomine, stop! Red! Red!“

And just like that all of his movements seized almost immediately, the weight on your back was lifted in an instant, and you were carefully pulled up right into the man’s muscular arms. He didn’t have to say anything, the tight hold around your sore body was enough to get the message across.

You relaxed against his chest and let your head drop on his shoulder as you finally granted your body a well-deserved break from all the over-stimulation. Only when you felt better did you wrap your arms around him.

“…’m sorry (Y/N)” he mumbled against your head in an unusually regretful and pained tone. Having you use the safeword the two of you had agreed upon was something neither of you thought would happen and now that it did, it was quite shocking.

You closed your eyes and planted a soft kiss on his neck, your hand moving up to the back of his head and gently ruffled his slightly sweaty hair.

“It’s ok Daiki, just…just let me rest for a bit next time before going all out like that, ok?”

He leaned back to look into your eyes and sniffled silently, before nodding a few times and giving you a peck on the lips.

Akashi:

Being as perfectionistic as Akashi was in nearly everything proved to be good in certain situations, though truth be told, the young man had bettered himself and was now less hard on himself than before, mainly thanks to you.

In the first few months of your relationship with him, everything was going perfectly well, including your sexual life. He was very attentive and always listened to any worry or topic you had on your mind, not only that but he was also very quick to pick up whenever something didn’t sit well with you. The best example of such a moment was when you’d first started having sex with each other.

Everything was, as expected, perfect but as time went on you felt like something was missing. It just wasn’t enough, you thought and it took you a while to bring it up and when you finally did things turned out to be unexpectedly different.

“Just use the safeword whenever you feel like it’s becoming too much for you or when you’re uncomfortable or anything of that sort, ok?” he softly asks as he tightens the last knot of the red rope around your body, watching you nod in agreement.

The young man took a few steps back to admire his handiwork and deeply breathed in as he pulled out a thin black fabric from one of the shelves. His slender and slightly rough hands brought the fabric around your face and before robbing you of your vision completely, he wanted to confirm the safeword one last time.

“What do you say when you want me to stop?”

“…red” you answered in a silent but firm voice, your response earning you a gentle kiss on the nape of your neck before everything went dark.

The silence and darkness that surrounded you, made you so nervous that you could practically hear the way your heart thumped against your bosom. Your breathing quickened and caused the ropes to practically bore into your skin with each lift of your chest. When you felt the gentle hands of your beloved trail down your back it made goosebumps adorn your skin and you slightly shivered at the prickling sensation.

Just as you’d gotten used to it, the warmth left your back and with your heightened senses, you listened to the faint steps of the red-haired young man who yet again turned around to pull something out of the drawer once more. While Akashi was doing that you tried to get a better feel for the ropes that were constraining your movements, so you wiggled slightly.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to move around now did I?” you heard a low voice mutter behind you and before you could apologize you felt something cold hit your exposed butt. You yelped out in surprise and instinctively attempted to raise your hand to cover your mouth, but the ropes stopped you mid-movement, their rough structure leaving faint marks behind.

After that failed attempt you began to take slow but deep breaths, ignoring the tight feeling surrounding your body. That’s when you felt the object Akashi had spanked you with touch your back and trace your spine’s curve with the leathery surface.

“I trust you’ll behave so that I don’t have to do that again” he cooed next to your ear, kissing it gently while eagerly awaiting your response.

Being in control was nothing new to the young man and it usually didn’t mean much, but now that the person he loved was at the palm of his hands, leaving both their vision and body entirely to him gave him a new sense of power he’d never felt before. His hands were trembling with excitement and just the mere thought of all the possibilities that this little play had in store for you made the tent in his pants feel tighter than before.

Not receiving an answer for that short while during which he fantasized about the upcoming pleasure and sweet pain he’d provide you with, made him a tad impatient, so he brought his arm around your body and teasingly tugged on the knot between your breasts while his other hand lifted the black leather belt from your back and prepared for another spank.

“So you’re not going to answer, huh?”

spank

You tensed your muscles and bit your lower lip as you felt the object hit your buttocks for a second time, but instead of the same tingling sensation from before it hurt, and whenever the cold air around you made contact with your reddened skin it burned so bad that it knocked the air out of your lungs, leaving you behind panting and gasping for air.

Mentally you were still stuck at the first time he spanked you, his unexpected words and the surprising roughness he treated you with were still stuck in your mind.

Was that really the same Akashi who treated you like a delicate flower during your first few times? Did he use his entire strength or is he still holding back?

Question after question poured into your mind, but before you could speak one of them aloud you were slapped yet another time.

“You must be really feeling it if you’re defying me for that long”

N-No…i-it hurts

You clenched your fists and let your nails dig into the ropes around your hands to try and cope with the pain and the way he played with your nipples wasn’t helping.

“S-Sei…w-wait”

“Hm? What was that my dear? I think you might want to speak up a little, or else I won’t know what you want” he said in a playful tone, positioning the belt on your bruised skin.

“N-No, Seijuro please!” you begged, body thrashing around, disregarding the slight sting of the ropes. You felt his gentle arms protectively wrap around your body as he leaned his chin on your shoulders and said: “(Y/N)…we agreed on something, didn’t we?”

His voice was silent but carried a certain amount of sternness that made you freeze up and look down in shame. Through gritted teeth, you whispered out the safeword and remained motionless as your lover began removing the ropes around your body. Much to your surprise, they were tighter than expected, so the moment they were loose enough for removal, you felt your blood circulation resume its course without disruption, making you feel a little weak on your knees.

“It wasn’t that hard now was it, (Y/N)?” Akashi asked as he carefully removed your blindfold and walked around you, now facing you. He let his eyes glide up and down your body, regret distorting his facial features.

“I-I’m sorry Sei, I just…I didn’t want to back out because it wa–”

“You don’t have to apologize, I know” he interrupted and caressed your cheeks before finishing what he intended to tell you, “but I told you to use our safeword if something wasn’t to your liking, didn’t I?”

You nodded and apologized to him, but you were still not looking into his eyes, only when he lifted your chin with his finger did your eyes meet. With a small smile, he gave your lips a soft kiss and smiled. “Just make sure to speak up next time, ok? I’ll never be mad at you or anything if you do…this is why we agreed on a safeword after all, right?”

A wide grin adorned your lips as you nodded energetically a few times and wrapped your arms around the neck of your boyfriend, relieved and happy that you worked it out.

[hawnks]

taking care

izuku midoriya x reader

r18 (mdni)

word count: 1,700

sometimes his work takes izuku away for long periods of time. but he’s more than willing (eager, hungry) to make it up to you when he’s home

[pro-hero deku, dom/sub undertones, “good girl”, overstim, smut & fluff, possessive and loving <3]

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Izuku dotes on you. It honestly gets ridiculous sometimes. He’s so willing to do anything to make your life easier, insisting on grabbing whatever you need from the other room so you don’t have to get up, opening doors, jars, coats, making sure everything you want is stocked in his apartment. He learned how to style hair so he could take care of it for you on the mornings after he fucked you silly wore you out. Once when you were out walking together he noticed your shoelace came untied and dropped to his haunches to redo it for you. The paparazzi had a field day with that one.

You’ve been teased to no end for your boyfriend’s absolute devotion. Not to the extent he has, of course (“Fucking whipped” Katsuki sneers. Izuku can only shrug, pay him a blithe smile in answer). Some may accuse you of being willfully co-dependent, but over the course of your relationship you’ve learned that the best way to make up for those days his job keeps him away is to indulge. Frequently, and deeply. 

Izuku loves to take care of you. You love to be taken care of. Easy. Simple.

Easy and simple to wriggle closer to him in your shared bed, leg flexing gently between his. Easy and simple to press more and more of your weight into him until he wakes with a soft sigh.

Normally you’d feel bad about taking any sleep from him —- lord knows he needs it. But tomorrow is his day off, a full 24 hours where the two of you can laze around and do absolutely nothing. And your boyfriend doesn’t seem upset, meeting you halfway, pulling you on top of him with a gentle squeeze around your waist.

He noses at your temple. “Can’t sleep?”

The genuine concern in his voice is endearing. You sink further into his hold, smiling as he lets out a soft hum in return.

His fingers tease the hemline of your sleep shirt, his nails dragging gently against your skin. He murmurs, “What’s the matter, honey?”

If the hour was earlier, or if you were any less touch starved, you might have approached this differently. Basked in his concern. But all you can think about is the hands petting you so carefully, the firm thighs splitting your own. You snake a hand down, palm brushing his belly, right where you know that little line of hair leading to his groin begins.

He jolts. You would have slipped off him entirely if his grip hadn’t gone steely. His voice is a little deeper, a little less gentle when he says, “Oh?”

It’s been too long for him too, evidenced by the way he’s already starting to tent his pants. You nuzzle against his collar bone, hand creeping toward his burgeoning cock. You whisper, “Yeah.”

Still, his touch is tender when he raises a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “What do you need, baby?”

You turn your head, kiss the thumb that’s drawing slowly away. “Make me cum, Izuku.”

When you finally start to palm him, he just lays there for a minute, letting you explore. His hands tense on you intermittently, his breath hitching whenever you squeeze. Finally he tilts his body, letting you slide off with a hand on your back guiding you down, at the same time he slinks down your body.

Izuku has an almost cat-like grace to the way he moves, a fluidity earned through years of training. It had taken him a while to grow into his body, to understand the mechanics of it, but he knows exactly what he’s capable. Exactly how to use himself.

You barely register him slipping off your panties, raising a leg to prop on his shoulder. He presses a line of kisses to the crease of your thigh, sighing. 

“Missed you,” he says.

You card a hand through his hair, scratch lightly at his scalp. “Missed you more.”

His kisses get bigger, wetter, as they trail toward your core. You buck when he finally gets to your pussy, sucking ever so slightly. You’re impatient, but it doesn’t matter. Izuku is mouthing at your clit, lips nibbling, and even that is enough to pull you into a small orgasm.

He doesn’t stop as you writhe, building up as you ride it out so you don’t even know when his touch got so firm, when his tongue started laving at your opening in smooth, slick glides. You twist, and his grip tightens. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you still. Enough to keep you steady for him to take what he wants. 

“More?” he says, but it’s muffled by your skin—-he doesn’t give you a chance to answer.

Your second peak comes quick, just as the first is beginning to taper off and you can feel the full breadth of sensations returning. You’re so wet that it’s dripping onto the sheets, and Izuku isn’t helping as he gets sloppy now, mouth covering as much area as possible, soft and moist and warm. You’re almost frantic with the sensation, hips continually bucking against his hold, but Izuku still takes his time, licking up all he can, moaning anytime you squeeze around his tongue. All eager and hungry, all covetous.

You cum again, a whole body clench that makes you arch over his head, your legs squeezing his temples. The licks grow kittenish and gentle, easing you down. His fingers replace his mouth, a slow glide, hardly any pressure at all as he draws back, wipes his mouth off with his free wrist.

He just looks at you for a moment, gaze heavy on your face, your parted lips, your drawn brow. He looks at your heaving chest, your belly as it continues to tremble slightly. He lets out a soft sigh. He bites his lip. You can’t see him as well in the dark, but you know he must be blushing. You know his pupils are blown wide.

He kisses your navel, the underside of each breast. The hollow of your throat and the apple of each cheek.

 “Good girl,” he says. He sounds like he’s just now waking up, deep and gravely. “Give me some more.”

He drops his head to nuzzle against your cheek as he lines up his cock. He nudges at your core a few times, just barely entering you before pulling out. You let out a long whine, but he doesn’t stop. Teasing and teasing you, his fingers still toying with your clit.

“ ‘Zuku,” you slur. You try to raise up to meet him, and he lets you, splitting yourself open an inch or two. But when your strength gives out again you’re back where you started.

You claw him, a little, so impatient and overwhelmed it’s pushing you toward hysteria. He sighs again in response, throwing his head back, eyes closed.

Finally he sinks in, pushing to the hilt in one steady thrust.

He gives you a second to adjust, but doesn’t stay still, hips rolling ever so slightly, the barest hint of a thrust.

Your hands find his hair, shorter now than it’s ever been, just enough to pull on. And you do, a soft pressure, just this side of painful. “Okay, Izuku,” you whisper.

The shift is immediate, the thrusts growing deeper, firmer. You feel them in your belly, a hot rush each time he’s all the way inside you. So full, so right.

Your next climax sneaks up on you. His fingers never stopped stroking your clit, and that combined with the steady weight of his cock is enough to bring you over.

Izuku watches you as you fall apart, face just inches away from yours, taking in every facet of your expression. You can feel his warm breath on the bridge of your nose, can hear the shallow huff of his breath.

His touch gets heavier, possessive. He grabs you by the shoulder, the hip, anywhere he can sink his fingers in, like he might lose you if he lets go. He alternates burying his face against your throat and pulling back to take in your fucked out expression.

You’re almost numb with the pleasure now. It’s hovering somewhere between pain and ecstasy, and you’re a breath away from tapping out when Izuku leans in, nibbles at the shell of your ear.

“One more,” he says. “Please. Baby.”

And you give it to him, as his touch on your clit turns to a pinch and he groans in your ear, his own peak hitting him.

All of your limbs tense, the pleasure-pain falling over you like a wave. So full. So right.

Your boyfriend is heavy on top of you when you come back to yourself. He’s petting your arms, cooing sweet nonsense words, pet names, praises.

He thanked you, after his first time finishing with you, the first ever night you spent in this bed. That was a little bit awkward, but sometimes you get the sense he wants to do it again, the gentle reverence in his voice, the way he touches you, greedy and exultant all at once.

When he rolls off, he brings you with him. Clingy, adjusting you so as much of your bare skin is against him as possible. Settled, he lets the two of you bask for a bit. In a few minutes he’ll insist on getting up to grab something to wipe you off with, maybe a change of sheets to replace the ones that are ruined beneath you. For now he plays with the hair at your nape, he strokes his knee up and down your inner thigh.

“Good?” he murmurs. Already smiling, because he knows the answer.

“Good,” you return.

[angelguk]

dedicated to the lovely @himboksj​ happy (very late almost criminally late) bday present! so whew... there’s a lot happening in this one! return of jock!jk and his wonderful girl oc now featuring!!: squirting, creampie, oral (fem receiving), mild choking, biting, boobs in face!!, anime tiddy mentions, praise kink galore, multiple orgasms, the use of a vibrator, jaykay is sick actually, over-stimulation, mild spit kink, dommish!jk, (redacted) pet name, mentions (and watching) of porn, everybody is in love and horny, crying cause the dick too good, fingering but not really. 5k of words that should have never left my brain. listen to continuum & nothing without you by tanerelle (kindly check masterlist for the pretty boy drabble mini masterlist if you want to read the rest of this au!)

Jeongguk didn’t mean to go snooping through your things. It was 100% accidental. He just remembered that you kept some athletic tape in your drawers because Jeongguk usually needed to wrap his knee or ankle after practice and you ensured that he always had some near (in case he came crashing at yours instead of going back to his dorm after Coach brutalised him during drills). And, anyway, you were at a point in your relationship where Jeongguk didn’t necessarily feel the need to outright ask you if he could poke around your drawers. Of course, he respected your space, but it’s not like he wasn’t nosy when you were best friends. You were in the shower too, he didn’t want to bang on the door and ask where you kept the tape.

Imagine his surprise when he reached the final drawer in your dresser, idly rummaging around for the blue athletic tape he knows is buried somewhere, and his fingers latch around a silky cloth instead. He knew what it was immediately, the shape a dead give-away. A discreet bullet vibrator, stuffed under your unnecessarily large collection of fluffy winter socks. Perhaps he stopped breathing, the twitch in his loose workout shorts undeniable. He’s not surprised that you own one and yet, his brain can’t fathom you using it. Even now, Jeongguk’s still growing used to seeing you come undone around his length, the feeling of your walls tight on his cock as your mumble his name. It drives him mad. He’s seen you in every kind of state; sobbing hysterically, laughing until tears slip from your pretty eyes, stumbling drunk in the streets, eyebrows furrowed with anger at him, that soft tiny grin you grant him on good days, the pout your lips settle into when you don’t get your way. He never fathomed he’d ever see you in that way, skin flushed with heat, eyes cloudy with ecstasy, your heat pressed against his own. He finds new ways to fall in love with you every day but it reaches new heights when he’s deep inside of you. Maybe he’s mildly obsessed with seeing you unravel, but that’s a secret he keeps to himself.

He does take a peek at your toy though, a soft velvet-like purple vibrator. It’s cute actually, something you would definitely purchase. But then the sound of water hitting the shower tiles slows down and Jeongguk swiftly tucks the toy back into your drawers.

“Oh?” You say when you open the door to him standing stiff in your room. The steam from the shower wraps around your figure in gentle wisps, sunlight filtering in from the window behind you, the image of an innocent angel appearing right before his eyes. “You’re here.”

“Practise ended early,” Jeongguk returns, his gaze trailing the droplets of water that slip down your skin. You smell good, just like that vanilla and peach shower gel that you dearly love. And the towel hiding your body is loose. It’s not his fault that he’s hard in his pants. When he moves to hug you, your face contorts, a downward tug at your lips that Jeongguk longs to change with a kiss.

“I’m wet,” you whine, brushing past him. “Go shower, you always stink after practise.”

He huffs, strong arms catching your fleeing figure and quickly wrapping you into his chest. “No. Don’t want to. I missed you and you can’t even hug me? You’re so mean to me.”

“Guk-” Jeongguk cuts that complaint with his face in your neck, lips colouring your skin rouge with a kiss that intends to leave a mark. “You can’t,” you mumble, but your fingers settle on the nape of his neck, tangling in the growing strands of his hair. “I have to get to work soon.”

“It won’t take long,” Jeongguk returns, feathering kisses across your skin as he nudges you to the bed. “I promise. Let me do this, I’ve missed you, bunny.”

Your towel is discarded somewhere in the amble to your sheets, your thighs wrapped around Jeongguk’s face a second later. He watches your body carefully, teasing your clit with purpose before he allows himself to slip his tongue deep. He notes the twitches in your thighs, the way your buck your hips against his face. He ignores his desire, for the time being, nose buried at the apex of your cunt, tongue covered in your slick, his lips latched on your clit. You like it fast, purposeful sharp flicks that make you squirm until Jeongguk has to pin your hips down, the lave on your heat brutal. His brain can’t help but wonder how you’d behave with your toy grazing your clit and his cock burrowed deep. You’re so sensitive, response to even the softest kiss he lays on your cunt. Would you be wetter than this? You’re already dripping down his face, his mouth glistening with your desire. But he wants to see if you can do more than this, squirm more than this, make a bigger mess than this. The thought surfaces as he feels your body lock, the tension in your limbs drawn high as your hands reach for his. You cum on his face with your fingers intertwined, his name falling from your lips as the afternoon sunlight hits your skin. It’s then and there that Jeongguk decides, with his mouth wet from your release, he’s going to see you squirt one day. For him and him alone.

He waits for the moment to naturally strike, silently scheming wicked thoughts every time you crawl into his sheets. It happens one evening, an empty bottle of wine at the foot of your bed and hentai porn playing brazenly on his laptop screen. Somewhere between downing the bottle and cuddling in his sheets Jeongguk had mentioned an uncanny resemblance between your gigantic chest and the anime boobies he’d grown fond of since his introduction to hentai. You’d immediately dismissed him, whacking him hard on the head and then Jeongguk had to prove it to you, opening his favourite website and pulling up a video that had your jaw-dropping.

“Your boobs do that, you know,” he says. Which grants him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?” He can tell you’re not annoyed, but there’s a lilt in your voice that makes him pause, doe eyes flicking to your face. You may be kicking him under the blankets but your eyes are stuck to the video, a distance glaze colouring your gaze. He can tell by the way your thighs draw together that you’re not as averse to this as you pretend to be.

“Turn it off,” you mumble.

“Why? I can tell that you like it.”

“Jeon, I’m not joking.” There’s a glare paired with that sentence, but he reads right through it.

“Fine,” Jeongguk offers, fingers already typing what’s been on his mind since the day he discovered your vibrator.

“What are you—oh.”

There’s a quiet lull. He clicks on a video that’s more familiar to him than he’ll ever willingly admit out loud. It starts the way Jeongguk prefers it to, with a man on his knees, his head buried between the thighs of a girl.

“What are you doing, Guk?” A warning. A question. Jeongguk is not sure what you mean by that and he’s too hesitant to take a look at your face to decipher the tone in your voice just yet. He takes the jump instead, hoping you don’t mind the fantasies of his mind.

“Have you ever squirted?” Somewhere between the exchange of words in Jeongguk's room, the man on his laptop screen slipped two fingers into the girl. It doesn’t help that your boobs are falling right out of your loose camisole, resting right on his bare arm.

“Jeongguk,” you return. “Answer my question.”

“Answer mine first,” he looks at you then, trying hard to read your eyes. There’s no heat in your face, just an innocence that colours your features. Wide eyes, your legs draw together, a hard swallow that he sees in the low lights that illuminate the room.

“No,” you say, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “So why are you showing me squirting porn?”

It’s then that Jeongguk realises he wants to ruin you. As horribly cliché as it sounds, he longs for that. And the urge for it doubles when your gaze falters, flicking quickly for the screen before drifting back to his. The couple is still fucking on his screen, hard quick loud thrusts that travel to the pit in his stomach fast. He’s hard in his briefs, a painful throb ebbing through his length when your hand drops to his chest.

“Guk?”

He shuts the laptop, the moans cut off, a heated silence taking its place. The bed feels too big when he gets up, ignoring the confused look you give him.

The vibrator is exactly where he left it, oddly comforting because it means you don’t use it. You have him after all. But he needs the toy for tonight.

“What? Guk? What’s go—when did you find that?” You’re embarrassed, he knows it from the way you squirm under the blanket. He glances down at it, finger pressing the switch that turns it on. A quick run through shows ten decent vibrators at different levels, it’s rather intense even in his hands, the low buzz that it emits filling the room forbidding before he shuts it off.

“A couple of weeks ago,” he says. You groan, your head dropping into your hands.

“Put it away, Guk! And don’t go through my stuff ever again.”

“Why? I think it’s cute.”

“Cu—what is the point of this, Jeongguk? I don’t get what you’re trying to do?” And there you go, staring at him with those wide ingenuous eyes. So trusting, so clueless. He draws closer then, considers taking his underwear off so you can see just what you do to him. But when your gaze drops he halts. It’s not about him tonight. It’s about you.

The bed dips under the weight of his as he says it, the toy still in his hands. “I want to see if you can squirt.” He sees the way your back stiffens, the raise in your brow.

“I’ve never done that,” you splutter, falling back as Jeongguk crawls over you.

“I know. But you can.”

“I can’t, Guk. I don’t think I can.” Your pretty lips are drawn into a reluctant pout, but there’s a bright curiosity sparking through your gaze that Jeongguk knows all too well.

“See, you don’t think you can. You said that before. And then I made you cum five times in a row.”

“No that was different—”

“We’re just seeing if you can. We don’t have to if you don’t want to but I think it’d be fun to try.”

You pause, trying to ignore the heat blooming between your legs as you weigh the decision before you. There were times when you thought you were about to, an edge in your orgasms that felt dangerous. But your body never let you go there fully, drawing back from your slipped from heights you couldn’t handle. You can tell Jeongguk won’t grant you the same precautions. His eyes a dark, toeing a line that feels forbidding. The covers are gently pulled from you, Jeongguk staying silent as you ponder. But the moment the cool night air hits your skin you know what he’s asking for. It’s a strange level of vulnerability, a bareness that makes your skin prickle. He wants something that you’ve never given anyway else — not even yourself. It’s a lot to ask for and his directness makes you pause. The hesitation crumbles when his hand settles on your thigh, wide warm palm gently nudging your clasped legs apart.

“We really don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Jeongguk says, honey eyes locked on you. You know he’s being honest; he wouldn’t push it if you said no. And yet, something twists in your stomach. You want this. The realisation is sudden and you don’t know if it’s because of how perfect Jeongguk looks tonight. Chestnut curls a messy halo on his head and his shirt hanging loose from his broad shoulders. Or maybe it’s how he looks at you as if this is the only he’s ever really wanted in the world. As if you’re the only thing he’s ever really wanted.

“I want to—I mean I want to try.” You let yourself fall open then, something clicking as Jeongguk slots right against you perfectly, your sleeping shorts bunching up when his hips roll with intent. His lips land on your neck a moment later, a kiss so soft that you don’t feel it at first, lost in the way he hits your clit when he bucks into you. Jeongguk draws you back with a bite, one sharp enough to leave you gasping, your back arching from the sheets. He lets his hands slip under then, the vibrator momentarily forgotten as he maps your skin, lips feather-light once more, kisses gentle enough to leave you delirious.

“So good to me,” Jeongguk mumbles, eyes drifting to your lips. He draws close then, mouth fitting yours in a dreamlike perfectness. It’s flavoured with wine and want, a clear hunger in how he parts your lips. The hands that grip you are hard but his lips are gentle, savouring the taste of you against his mouth as if he wants to commit it to memory. The softness of the act has your skin tingling, bright and wild yet slow like the turning of the Sun. When you part, the air is different — charged, the current that swims through the atmosphere finding a home in your body as it settles in the depth of your gut. Jeongguk doesn’t give you time to ponder, mouth trailing from the corner of your lips to the hollow of your neck where he bites. It hurts enough to shock your senses, sweeping you back from the heavenly haze to the alarming reality of what he’s about to do to you. Your whimper hits the air as his tongue presses into the mark, painting your skin dark. A pointed reminder. You’d thought Jeongguk would be possessive, but sometimes he surprises you with it. The purposeful touches, the harsh bruises he likes to leave high on your neck. Or anywhere on your body, really. There are times he’d press his fingertips into them when you’re willing enough to let him choke you, the flash in your eyes spurring his hips forward.

For now, he busies himself with breathing a new one to life, one you know he’ll play with tomorrow — or later tonight if you give him the chance. Your brain can’t think that fair, zoning out as his mouth works a claim on your skin. Eager fingertips are drifting down your thighs, brushing past the band of your sleeping shorts. It’s expected that you’re already wet, but Jeongguk delights in his find with a muted moan in your neck. His fingers don’t go further though, grazing light against the damp fabric of your underwear. The swivel of your hips is automatic but Jeongguk quickly stills it with a hard press of his palm into your skin. You’re forced into the mattress, freezing when he finally wanders from your neck to your chest. So slow, wet lips idly trailing until his face lands between your chest.

“Gukkie,” you hadn’t realised how gone you already sounded until you spoke, voice wavering. He hums in response, non-committal, his hands shifting from your hips as he focuses on freeing you from your top so he can get your boobs in his mouth.

“Don’t tease me today.” You’re trying to sound firm, pliantly raising your arms so he can get you bare. But that firmness shrinks when your eyes land on his. So dark in the dwindling moonlight bleeding through your half-open blinds.

“Why?” There’s that smile of his, one corner hung higher than the either. You’ve sunk yourself in a sea brimming with sharks. “You sound cute when you whine, bunny.”

“Jeong — fuck.” There’s no point in protesting when he’s buried himself between your chest, tongue already toying with your nipple. Too many guys before him had misunderstood how to touch you there, but Jeongguk knew — he had learned. Studied your body so that he knows when to nip or kiss, shifting from pain to pleasure until the line blurred and so did your vision, until the only sound filling the room are harsh breaths and the quiet murmur of his name. Your hands eventually stray to his head, the heat in your core demanding attention as you guide him down. Jeongguk complies, not because he doesn’t want to tease you any further, but because he loves tasting you too much to ever say no.

The sight he finds sends an ache down his length, already hard but now leaking into the fabric of his grey sweats. You spread yourself so easily for him, light pink panties coloured dark with your wetness.

“Cute,” Jeongguk whispers, falling naturally into his place between your legs. It wasn’t meant to grace the air, but he’s glad it did when he notes the bashful smile tugging at your lips and how you twist to shift your head into the pillows the closer he gets. Which, honestly, makes him pause. He wants you to watch, needs you to. Something in the base of his brain needing constant affirmation that he’s making you feel good driving his next set of movements.

The hand on your chin is unexpected and adamant. You can’t help but give in, wide-eyed when Jeongguk forces your gaze onto him. “Need you to look bunny, can you do that for me?” The nod you give him is instinctual, heat blossoming in your bones when Jeongguk smiles, satiated and proud. Perhaps you should have put up more of a fight, but how could have known what he would do with only the tender touches he’d lift as your guide. Even the quick kiss he plants on your clothed cunt revealed nothing of what’s to come. So gentle as he pulls he fabric down your hips, discarding it somewhere in the sheets, his eyes never leaving the wetness on your lips.

“My pretty girl,” he says, nipping the inside of your thigh. You squirm at that, futile because Jeongguk just held you closer. “All mine, right bunny?”

“All yours,” you return, voice far and your mind slipping from your hands. Jeongguk apparently takes that to heart because he devours you, nose burrowed in the apex of your cunt, breathing you in as his tongue mapped the velvet of your walls. It doesn’t take long for your legs to wrap around his head, back raising from the bed and the drip of your slick coating your inner thighs. Yet, Jeongguk relishes it, forgoing breathing as he eats you open, toying with your clit as if that was his sole life purpose. You forget the world with a speed that should concern you, thighs trembling with each determined swirl of his tongue over that bud. Again and again, until you spill into his mouth, wet and creamy, creating a mark of your own on his lips. He keeps you there, unrelenting even when your whines hit high and your chest heaves. There’s a ringing in your ears as the high wanes away, which is swiftly placed by a quiet mumbling that sinks into your skin.

“Tastes so good,” Jeongguk murmurs, licking between your folds. “So fucking good.”

“Jeon,” Something twists in your gut when he drops a final kiss onto you as if he was thanking you for letting him do that when you should be the one on your knees thanking him. When he softly drops your leg to the soiled sheets you decide it quickly, already shifting onto your elbows.

“Yes?” Such innocent eyes staring back at you like he didn’t just fuck you open with his tongue.

“I want you too,” you’re already shifting but Jeongguk is quick, fingertips hard on your jaw when he halts you. He knows what that means, reads it in how your gaze drops to the crotch of his pants, wet just like you were. But that’s not what he wants, besides, he’d rather save that for other places.

“No.” When he says that you almost deflate, but then Jeongguk drops his hand from your jaw, swiftly dragging his shirt over his back and off his body. There’s nothing that can suffocate the desire that blooms in your chest. He’s so beautiful, hard lines and warm skin, kissed by the Sun herself. There’s an itch in your palm instantly, and you hastily register that if you don’t touch him you might die. Yet, your eager hands are pinned over your head, wrists wrapped tightly in the grip of one of his wide calloused palms. There’s a brief moment where his attention is caught by the bounce of your chest before you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that you’ve never asked Jeongguk to fuck your tits before. But as you stow that away for later concern, Jeongguk’s other hand drifts to the discarded vibrator, sinister now in his command.

“Don’t want to fuck your mouth, bunny. It’s not about me tonight, it’s about you.”

“But—” Jeongguk swallows that protest with a quick kiss, the taste of you on his tongue igniting a fire that crackles and consumes until you feel nothing but heat and want, all fuelled by your erratic lovesick heart. You kiss until the only thing filling your lungs is him, like a heavy smoke that envelopes you, travelling through your body until you pull away, warm chest flushed against his. There’s a stupid twinkle in his eyes and it makes you feel sick, swaying dangerously when he shifts away. You don’t want him to go, but you don’t move when he gives you that look. The devastating ache dissipates when his pants drop from his hips, hard cock meeting the cool air. The twitch that travels down his length echoes between your walls, eagerly clenching around nothing. Jeongguk just smiles, stripping bare leaving himself vulnerable to your eager eyes. You wait, behaving good because you want to for him and Jeongguk notes this, delivering a pleased slap to your cunt when he pulls you close, one hard enough to jolt through your spine when his palm hits your clit.

“I’m kind of sensitive,” you whisper, shy again. Which is funny because weren’t you begging for his cock down your throat a second ago?

“I know,” Jeongguk returns, uncaring. The vibrator comes to life a moment later, buzzing low through the room. He knocks it up to the second-highest level.

“Jeongguk! Start low then work it up. I can’t take it like that directly, it'll chafe me.” Which is right, your clit is already feeling dry, slick staying solely between your walls. Jeongguk notes that, pausing before sinking two of his fingers deep. You squeak, hips lifting when they brush against that spot in your walls. He works you open deftly, pleased when you grind your hips into his hands, spurred on by the feeling of something finally inside of you. But it’s fleeting, Jeongguk dragging his fingers out and over your clit before raising his fingers to his lips and licking them clean.

“Now it won’t,” he states, and before you can open your mouth and deliver a retort the vibrator is pressing against that bundle of nerves, tremors echoing in your bones as your legs squeeze shut in an attempt to get away. Jeongguk pins them open, cock leaking against your thigh and he rolls the edge of the toy over your clit, before you jolt so hard the sheets shift and he knows exactly where to place it. He works it out of you, praise naturally falling from his petal lips when you give in, eyes shut tight and your heart stuck in your throat. The vibration feeds the heat in your gut, drawing it to the surface of your skin, sweat beading along your forehead and a dampness forming down your spine. It feels both quick and slow, coaxed out of you with steadfastness. Jeongguk’s gaze never strays from your pussy, locked there as he etches this moment into his memory. You look gorgeous, whining and twisting underneath him. He can tell that this is a lot for you, judging from how you bury your face away from him. He would have forced your eyes on him, if he wasn’t already so enthralled by how perfect you look like this, moans low colouring the air bright with their sound. His own want multiples when your body freezes, strung tight, the edge beckoning you over.

He pulls the vibrator off then, depriving you of your release because his brain demands that he feels this one around his length.

“Jeongguk!” You’re on your elbows, eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. “Why-w-why would you do that?” There’s a waver in your tone, a lilt so pretty he can’t help but smile.

“When you squirt you’re doing it on my cock.” He states it like it's final. And it is from how he draws you close, vibrator momentarily lost in the sheets, the head of his length brushing against your wetness.

But what catches your attention is when. A loaded promise. A determined one.

You spread your legs open, shifting until he slips past walls stretching to accommodate his welcoming presence. “Okay then, make me.” You say it with your gaze on his, watching as his eyes glaze over hips already bucking deeper, before your words register in his brain and Jeongguk’s gaze shifts into a dangerous glint.

He tugs you hard, pulling close enough so that he sinks in deep, cunt already moulding to the curves of his cock. “With pleasure.” Those words are warning, painted right into the heat of your skin as he sheathes himself inside of you. The groans in the air belong to both of you melting into one distinctive sound. It’s cut by the lewd squelch of your wetness coating his length, one that settles in Jeongguk’s gut, release already creeping into the corner of his vision. But he holds it back by knocking your legs further apart, mouth returning to the bruise he left earlier, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. You arch into him, shifting as pain bleeds through your nerves. The motion allows the last inch of him to slip past your walls, spearing you open, before Jeongguk draws himself out and returns with a hard slow thrust. He fucks you deep, right into the bed, the frame creaking with each loud meeting between the two of you. You can’t do anything but cling onto him, eyes fluttering as his cock drives into you, determined with every piston of his hips to see you unravel. And you do, with a sickening quickness, already weak with the remembrance of your past edge. You feel soft underneath him, pressed against his skin like you hope you find a home for yourself there. And Jeongguk provides — lips mapping your skin gently and a pride in his tone that makes you want to do anything for him.

“That’s it, good girl.” You can’t say anything but his name, whining with every drag of his length along your walls. “So good to me,” he whispers, sweet, unlike his unforgiving hips. “Pretty girl and she’s all mine.”

“Yes,” you gasp, wanting this more than ever. “All yours—a-all—hnghhhh—y-yours! Jeongguk, please! P-please, please, please.”

He slows, smiling into your neck. “What bunny? What do you want?”

“Wanna cum, Jeongguk p-please let me cum.” When he moves away you feel your gut drop. The vibrator is flicked back one, humming dangerously. “Guk—” you start; he shushes you with a purposeful thrust.

“You said you wanted to cum. Remember what you promised me, bunny?” You nod, slow, nervous but your need overriding your fear. Jeongguk just smiles, shifts himself a little deeper, and then places the vibrator where you need it most. It’s not instant, but it’s quick and violent, travelling through your bones and Jeongguk rocks himself deep, curls damp on his forehead and his shoulders tense but his body still giving. You match his movements with your own, shuddering the closer you feel it creep, ripping itself right out of your limbs, drawn to the surface with no remorse, your eyes falling shut and hips seizing. The vibration paired with the feeling of Jeongguk fucking you full is intoxicating, and unlike you he doesn’t hesitate, playing with your clit unforgivingly.

You don’t even hear yourself, mouth agape and your back high from the sheets, all you know is heat, burning from the inside out. No air in your lungs as it spills from you, right onto his length, walls drawn tight. It hits his abdomen, leaving his muscles wet and glimmering as the moonlight greets his skin. Jeongguk shuts down, hips moving automatically, the vibrator thrown aside, still buzzing forlornly. He couldn’t give a damn about it, bending your legs back and fucking into you hard as you coat his cock in your wetness. If it was loud before, it’s obscene now. The nails in his back spur him further, a need he’s never felt before consuming him whole. It’s already there, the white of his desire clouding his vision, but his brain suddenly stills.

Jeongguk’s hand on your chin draws you back to Earth, mind nothing but mush as he continues to fuck you open. They’re erratic thrusts, and with them, you slowly release that your cheeks are wet. Jeongguk realises it the same time you do, thumb gingerly brushing the tears falling from your eyes away. There’s a strange new awareness buzzing through your body, like your bones feel new, limbs reformed. But nothing could prepare you for that thumb on your cheek travelling down, grazing your lips until they fall open. He slips it past, lets you flick your tongue against it, before demanding. “Open.”

And you do, because what wouldn’t you do for him.

“Can I?” He questions, and somehow you know what he is asking. Another claim. Something else you’ve given nobody but him.

“Yes.”

There’s a fall in his shoulders as if he was afraid you would deny him. But how could you ever? His thumb leaves your lips, hand drifting until it settles on your neck, pressing firmly but not tight. And then his own lips part, hips unwavering, for what he sends down your throat. You swallow, oddly thrilled by it while Jeongguk watches silently, almost in marvel. It does something to you, the way he stares, like he cannot believe you’re his. And you feel that sentiment in how he kisses you next, desperate, pleading, thankful. You return it, tongue soft against his as you feel his back draw taut, a low groan spilling down your throat when Jeongguk finally snaps, euphoria bleeding through his brain. You feel it hit your walls, warm and wet, painting you white, a strange satisfaction settling through your body.

When he eventually rolls over, quiet like he’s still recovering, you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, an attempt to keep his love locked in. His hand cups your own, guiding you back into reality with a gentle squeeze.

The still buzzing vibrator is what you hear first, followed by the joint panting of your lungs. You move to grab it, hoping to hide the revelation in your eyes by glaring at him. Jeongguk is still too lost to care, face flushed a vibrant rouge.

“Turn this stupid thing off,” you mutter, legs still stuck, fused to the bed from the shock of your orgasm. Jeongguk snatches it up, waving it through the air as he turns it off, before giving it a fond kiss.

“Gross,” you comment, smacking his hard chest.

“No,” Jeongguk returns, dropping it. He plants a ginger kiss on your forehead. “I quite like it actually, we should order another one. Do you think they do vibrating panties?”

You hit him again, rolling over until your leg swings over his. He keeps looking at you like that, and it keeps clawing right through your heart. “You’re so sick and evil,” you say instead of the annoying comments that flutter in your delirious brain. You want to call him pretty, beautiful, perfect, maybe the best thing you’ve ever had. But you can’t let Jeongguk know he has all that power over you — not when already made you squirt and spat down your throat in one sitting. “Can you clean me up? I’m getting sticky.”

Jeongguk stills like he’s suddenly remembering what he just did, where he just came. And then you feel the rise of his chest, gaze flicking up to meet his. Bright and full of something akin to adoration, before he blinks it away.

“Give me a moment, I think I just saw God.”

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He Calls Me Honey Tits

A/N: So it’s been AGES since I’ve written for King Arthur, though I’ve been meaning to write a smutty fic about his ‘honey tits’ quote for longer than I can remember 🤪 I fucking love this cheeky little character!! This fic is super short and silly but whatever 🙃 Inspired by a recent Brothel Boy Arthur post, and a gif of the ‘honey tits’ quote (credit to my dear @kesskirata for both of those! ✨)

Pairing: King Arthur x F!Reader Warnings: smut(ish?), swearing, references to Arthur being a chick magnet and a dick magnet and fucking like a rabbit but you’re his favorite bad habit

Word Count: ~1.2k

He’s not a whore.

He’s just a boy born into poverty who likes money and wants a little more.

But boy no longer—all the women who have raised him in this brothel have made sure he wouldn’t waste away in hunger—taken care to help him grow bigger and stronger.

He’s a man now, little Arthur. And he wants to pay his dues because he can now. In his youth he’d often bat those bright blue eyes at clientele to draw in business but by now his charms can go a little farther.

And by God is he a charmer.

To the women of the brothel he’s become a knight in shining fucking armor.

Rakes in profits like it’s nothing.

There’s that face of his for one thing. Flawless features set in place so delicately it’s disgusting. Handsome in a way that’s rugged though his beauty is refined—every last muscle of his chiseled body perfectly defined—he’s so enticing it’s insulting. Not surprising that the bastard walks and talks with the bravado of a motherfucking king.

Scores of young ladies and gentlemen—and not-so-young ladies and not-so-gentlemen—flock to this humble little brothel from across the goddamn kingdom. Pray this pretty specimen will stick his thick pink hunk of sweet honey-glazed ham in them.

No telling just how often he accepts these many offers. But he’s taken many lovers. All in service of the women whom he honors as his mothers, glad that he can earn some coin to fill their coffers.

There’s one thing you know for sure, about his habits: Arthur has his regulars. His favorites. Clients he enjoys receiving, patrons he’ll indulge for hours any given evening, tirelessly fuck about like rabbits. The man is fucking good at sex now that he’s old enough to properly have it.

He has his favorites.

And you’re one of them. Lucky for you since you’re in fucking love with him. Amidst your recent steamy trysts, the two of you went off and fell in love like stupid fucking idiots.

He calls you honey tits.

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“Put your ring back on, honey tits.”

Arthur is carrying on calmly as if you two aren’t stuck in some deep shit.

You should’ve known that soon enough your jealous husband would learn of your dirty secret. You had tried so hard to keep it, but he’s caught you in the bedroom of a boy-whore and is just standing and staring like an idiot.

The two of you should never have been wedded. You’d stopped giving half a shit about the sanctity of marriage once you lost track of how many whores he’d bedded. Though whatever bond you once shared with your husband is now dead, he’d certainly never agree with you about it. Sees you as his breeding mare, and obviously doesn’t care, that it’s truly not fucking fair.

Pull off your wedding band, the ring you wish was never on your hand. Call him an old impotent pig, and tell him that you need a proper cock that’s good and hard and big. Shoot him a dark murderous glare.

And his reaction is... quite bad. Prepares to storm across the room and throttle you like mad.

Till Arthur intervenes—he’d called you honey tits and said that you should put your ring on so as not to cause a scene. “You haven’t had enough porridge this morning yet to talk like that.”

He knows how much porridge you’ve had. Because the two of you are breaking fast together. It’s routine: you’ll drop by at the crack of dawn for him to pound your cunt till it’s never been wetter. Come midmorning pause to eat porridge and chat. Then back to bed, and once young Arthur is well fed, the epic sex is even better. That’s how you’ve fallen wildly in love with him in two months flat.

You’ve come to know him from these talks. You’ve learned that not only his big cock, as it barrels through your holes, but also his brilliantly beautiful soul, is worthy of your love and worship.

Art has more to say to your pig of a husband as the swine grabs for his sword. Addresses him respectfully although he’s not a lord. “And if you like that sword so much, your lordship...”

Good God, where’s he going with this. In the months since you’ve known Arthur you’ve become accustomed to his stupid cheekiness.

“...then I’d guess you’re compensating for another stick that can’t take care of business.”

Sigh.

At least your lover has succeeded in diverting all your husband’s rage toward him instead of you. Rises to your defense just as a noble knight would do. Though his affront dug low his virtue flies quite high.

Your husband lunges furiously toward him but you barely bat an eye, because you’re well aware that Arthur has been trained for all his life to win a fight. Whereas your lawfully wedded swine has trouble hauling his ass up the fucking staircase every night.

And sure enough the scuffle ends just as quickly as it begins. Art has the other man flat on the floor in less than ten seconds. The sword is in his hands. The war his to command.

The pig struggles to stand. Stares at you like an idiot again.

“What in the king’s name are you doing with this man?” he asks though really he should reckon.

Arthur chuckles with a soft shake of his head. Plops his fine ass down on the bed. Gestures for you to join him and you do just as he beckons.

Soon ‘the king’s name’ will be his though no one yet knows that’s the fate for which he’s destined. That you’ll someday be beside him as his queen when his life heads in that direction.

Just for now he’s just a whore.

And you’re so lucky that he’s yours.

Your lover smirks watching your husband try and fail to gather up the shattered pieces of his ego from the floor. “Now you can either watch us fuck, or head downstairs to try your luck. I doubt that any of the ladies in this house would care to lie with such a swine. But that’s your chance to take. Their call to make, not mine.”

Bright blue eyes cast the pig a look beneath dangerously furrowed brows, making it clear that if he tries to take his anger out on any of the women in this house... Arthur will know it and will sever his skull clean off of his spine.

The truth is your husband himself is now aroused.

Everyone is a whore for Arthur in this humble little whorehouse.

Cuckold can’t even be blamed—here in the presence of a god it’s not his fault—but he’s ashamed, and makes a sad attempt to hide that fact behind a feeble insult. “You faithless bitch! How could you possibly have spurned me for this little boy-whore idiot? What could you ever come to love about this sorry sack of shit?”

A million things, you think as you beam up at the born king. A million reasons to love him. Mention only one of them. One of your fucking favorites.

“He calls me honey tits.”

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... Continued in Part 2!

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Happy Ending (JJK)

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Relationship: Jungkook x Male Reader

Genre: smut, pwp | Rating: Explicit | Word Count: ~2.5k

Summary: Jungkook had a bad day. It’s up to you to make sure he relaxes.

Tags: smut, PWP, squirting, dirty talk, bareback, tentacles, male reader, tentacle monster!reader, transgender Jungkook, transmale Jungkook, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, multiple penetration, multiple orgasms, rough sex

A/N: This fic was written for @ditttiii​ in response to the request for Jungkook x Male Reader, “Stop sniffing me” request for my 2k followers - enjoy!

The main door opened and slammed shut hard enough to rattle the pictures on the wall. You leaned over, peeking through the entryway into the living room. “You okay?” You asked. Jungkook threw his bag to the floor and slammed his keys on the side table. “No!” He snapped. 

You scowled. It was bizarre for Jungkook to come home in such a nasty mood. You wandered into the living room, tentacles twitching lightly as they sensed the shift in emotional hormones.

“Jungkook.”

He huffed, slamming his hand on the wall. “Sorry,” he mumbled. 

“What’s wrong?”

Jungkook gritted his teeth. He rested his forehead on the wall, and you knew by the shaking of his tense shoulders that he was trying to regain a sense of calm and control. You two had been dating for many years, and he knew how sensitive you were to emotional shifts; the benefit – and downfall – of being the species you were. 

He sighed heavily. “Just a rough day at work.”

“Wanna talk to me about it?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Not really. I just kind of want to forget about it, if I’m being entirely honest.”

“Let me help you relax.” You reached out and pulled him close, nuzzling his neck and kissing over it gently. Jungkook sighed contentedly. 

“Tease.”

“Never. Go lie in bed. I’ll turn off the stove then go give you a nice massage.”

Jungkook nodded. “First…” He held you close, inhaling deeply. 

“God you smell good…” 

“You are so weird,” you laughed. “Stop sniffing me.”

“Never,” he mumbled against your neck. “It’s soothing.”

He pulled back reluctantly and kicked off his shoes before padding up the stairs to the bedroom. You flicked off the stove, setting the pan of water aside. You could order tonight anyways, no big deal. Right now, Jungkook needed your attention. You hurried up the stairs, smiling softly when you reached the bedroom. Jungkook was on his stomach on the bed, head buried under the pillow. You could feel the tension rolling off him in waves – deep and uncomfortable. Whatever had happened at work had truly upset him. 

Eager to help, you crawled over him, sliding two tentacles slowly under his shirt. The suckers moved along his skin, suctioning just hard enough to make him feel it. Jungkook shuddered and sighed, sinking a little further into the bed. You took the pillow off his head with your hand. 

“Take off your clothes.”

“All of them?” Jungkook asked, his voice muffled. 

“Yes, please.”

“Are yours coming off too?” Despite his tension, there was a teasing playfulness to his tone that had you smiling. 

“I’m giving you a massage.”

“And maybe there’ll be a happy ending,” he joked, stripping out of his clothing. He laid back onto the bed on his stomach in just his boxers, crossing his legs at the ankle.

You straddled his thighs, using both your hands and tentacles to begin working the knotted muscles in his back loose. 

Jungkook moaned softly as you worked, sighing happily and shifting around under your grip. You moved down to his lower back with your hands, tentacles still working at his upper back.

Jungkook was positively drooling when you finished rubbing over his muscles. He was entirely relaxed, as melted into the bed as a human could be. 

Unable to resist longer, you reached down and grabbed his boxers, yanking them off. Jungkook rolled onto his back and grinned widely.

“Someone’s eager,” he teased. He spread his legs wide, exposing his holes. His little cock was stiff above the natural little gape you’d trained his body to have after all this time. When you’d first used his human frame, he was so tight, you could barely slide your cock in, let alone your tentacles. Now he took you like a pro.

“Relax,” you purred, stroking his cheek with a tentacle. 

Jungkook grabbed it, stroking it gently. He inhaled deeply, pressing kisses along the sucker pads. “Fuck me with this one,” he whispered.

“You sure? It’s bigger than the ones you normally take. And the suckers...”

“I wanna feel them. And...” Jungkook drifted off. He bit his lip. You could hear his heart rate increase, and smell his arousal growing, his hole getting wetter at whatever he was imagining.

“Talk to me,” you whispered, reaching down to rub your thumb over his hardened nub.

“I want you to put your dick up my ass while you do it.”

“Jungkook, are you sure? Double penetration is a lot...”

“I know you’ve wanted to do it for a while. I’m ready.” He shifted, taking the tip of your tentacle in his mouth. His tongue was so smooth and small against your suckers, catching lightly on them and making him giggle. He nuzzled it once more. “If I’m really moaning... I bet one of your smaller ones could even go up my ass with your cock. Like this one..” 

Jungkook reached out and grabbed a smaller, slick tentacle, just about half an inch across. “And my mouth...”

It seemed as if every tentacle in your body awoke at that. He was giving himself fully to you. 

“Are you sure?” You panted.

Jungkook nodded. 

Your tentacles shot out, lifting Jungkook from the bed by his waist and arms. He moaned, his legs hanging open. You could see wetness dribbling out of his hole, onto his ass. You laid on the bed and flipped him over so he was dangling about three feet above you. He grinned, open mouthed, and nodded his consent once more.

You reached a tentacle up, letting Jungkook grab it and nuzzle it, inhaling deeply. His body tensed a second, a few drops of his natural wetness dripped onto your belly.

“So responsive to scent,” you teased. You flicked one tentacle up and down his sopping slit. It was a thinner one, but one naturally slick and smooth. When Jungkook moaned against the tentacle near his face, you slid it into his relaxed hole. It went in smoothly, his body used to this size. Each deep inhale of your scent and he clenched around you, milking your tentacle with his inner muscles. You added a second tentacle of the same size, then a third a little smaller, moaning when his eyes rolled back and he squeezed almost painfully tight. The tentacles around his hips and torso tightened.

“Take them, Jungkook,” you whispered. “Show me you can take them like a good boy and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please—“ 

You began to shift your tentacles, using them to lift his body off and drive it back onto the three tentacles. At the same time you thrust them forward, impaling him hard each time. Jungkook moaned brokenly, his body tensing and relaxing. He took the tip of the tentacle in his hands into his mouth, sucking eagerly as he moaned around it. 

Your tentacles sent shocks of pleasure through your body, your cock beginning to ache with need. The best form of edging, drawing you so close, letting you watch Jungkook’s body be violated, used; but never quite letting you get there. Not until you sank your cock into one of his needy holes.

You began to flick a thinner tentacle over his asshole, teasing it open as you fucked his other hole and let him suck your tentacle so desperately. 

His body clenched hard suddenly. He pulled off the one in his mouth and screamed happily. You yanked your tentacles from his sopping hole and lifted him upright. You forced his legs open, as if he were sitting spread legged on air. 

“Please!” He sobbed, reaching for his dripping hole. Tentacles around his wrists stopped that. Instead, you watched his hole flutter and clench around nothing, weak dribbles of slick forced out. He sobbed brokenly. 

“Please—“ He begged again. You tsked, slapping his hole with a slick tentacle.

“Did I ruin it?” You teased. Jungkook sobbed, slumping down in the grip of your tentacles.

“That’s okay, baby. I’ll make it up to you.”

You jammed the three back into him, and let the thin one slide a few inches into his asshole. Jungkook met your gaze, his eyes wet with desperation already. You began to raise and drop him, forcing your tentacles deep into his holes. 

Jungkook moaned, his head falling back. You slid a tentacle up his torso and over his chin, finding his mouth gaped open. Taking advantage, you pushed it until it bumped the back of his throat, chuckling when he gagged. He righted his head, immediately sucking and lapping along the smooth, silky surface.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, meeting his already unfocused gaze. 

Ah, here it was - the ultimate edge. The tentacle in his ass swelled and began to come. Your balls drew up, feeling heavy and achey with the need for release. You could feel the pleasure - but it was cut off. Your eyes rolled back nonetheless, a quiet sigh slipping from your lips as the tentacle filled Jungkook’s tight ass. You couldn’t wait to slide into his slick hole. 

The next tentacle began to spill, pouring into his other hole. And a third, making you gasp desperately. You began to pump the third that was buried deep inside him, chasing its release. 

Jungkook moaned, muffled and wet as the one in his mouth gagged him. A squeeze, tight and needy, began to build in Jungkook. You fucked into him harder, come pouring down your tentacles. His body began to shudder, muscles flexing in your grip. You could almost count it down. Three, two, one... 

You yanked the tentacles free of his hole. 

Jungkook screamed, gagging and coughing around the one in his mouth. The come splashed onto your stomach as it drained from his used body. His release sprayed out, splashing your stomach and up nearly to your chest as he squirted for you. The final tentacle that had been penetrating him reached its own release, splashing over his hole and groin.

“Yes,” you encouraged, reaching up and thumbing his throbbing cock. “Squirting so good for me. You’re ready.” 

You lined up your thick, suckered tentacle to his gaping hole, and drove in as deep as you dared. He immediately clenched and gushed around you, his head falling forward. You pulled the tentacle free of his mouth so it wouldn’t choke him, and let it release hot ropes over his face and chest. 

Jungkook gasped, his mouth hanging open. You began to fuck into his body, the slick sounds of your release and his own filling the room.

Two more tentacles slid forward, prodding Jungkook’s ass as the relieved one slid free. Jungkook nodded without being asked, and they pushed in. 

It was just around eight of your tentacles that sought release each time you two had sex. Jungkook had become quite accustomed to helping each of them. 

The final bumped against his open mouth. Jungkook moved almost automatically, beginning to suck it. It pumped in rhythm to the other tentacles penetrating Jungkook’s body. 

You laid back, closing your eyes. The sensations were intense; as if every single nerve ending was awake, being pleasured. Jungkook continued to come from the tentacle in his hole, his squirt dribbling down it as the suckers stimulated his sensitive inner walls. The ones in his ass were fucking him hard, working open his ass for your cock. They squirted first, driving as deep as possible to release into him. Even with their depth, the moment they pulled out, his relaxed ass let some dribble onto your lap. It was very clearly time. 

You used your tentacles to maneuver him down and line him up. Though unnecessary, you eased his loosened ass down onto your cock. You groaned as his body took you, warm and wet. Another gush of his slick dribbled out, wetting your lap further. 

Jungkook gurgled wetly as the tentacle down his throat began to spill its release. You pulled it free, splashing a few more ropes onto Jungkook’s face. 

“There we go,” you purred. “You’re all tuckered out, huh?” 

Jungkook’s eyes were even more unfocused, soft whimpers slipping from his open mouth. His body continued to come, very clearly overstimulated by the thick tentacle fucking him.

“Baby,” you cooed, stroking his sweat soaked hair back. You slid another tentacle up, smiling when he leaned into it, inhaling deeply.

“One more load, okay? Can you take one more load for me?”

 Jungkook nodded. 

You began to fuck up into him, feeling his ass squeeze weakly around your cock. Your balls ached, bordering on painful. 

You flipped him onto the bed on his back, rolling and driving your cock back into him. You fucked both his holes hard and fast.

Jungkook began to shudder, writhing on the mattress. You could feel the pressure squeezing around both your tentacle and cock. He was far too overstimulated, this had to border on painful, but he began to twist his hips down, seeking more. You obliged, pumping both deeper. 

Jungkook’s cries were high and broken, tiny little “Ah! Ah!” Noises that made you desperate to soothe. 

The pressure reached a peak, and Jungkook’s back arched high. He screamed your name as he began to come. 

You pulled your tentacle free, but continued to pump your cock, watching him squirt harder than he ever had before. His ass tightened around your cock like a vise, and it only took three more desperate thrusts before you too were coming deep inside him, toes curling as your body lit up with pleasure. 

You released your tentacles and slumped over Jungkook, both of you panting for air as your orgasms faded.

Jungkook grabbed you and kissed you hard, laughing into your mouth. “You’re so perfect.”

“You say because I just fucked you boneless.”

Jungkook threw his head back, laughing hard. He nuzzled against you, kicking at the blanket at the base of the bed until he could grab it and yank it over you both.

“Are you feeling a little better?” You asked, wrapping your arm around him.

“Much.” He nuzzled against your neck, and you chuckled when he inhaled.

“What do I smell like to you?”

“Hm…” Jungkook inhaled again. “Ozone. Water, like the sea… Leathery like… sweet and fresh leather. And something that’s just… You. I can’t describe it but it’s a scent that’s just so uniquely you and whenever I smell it I instantly think of you.”

“You have such a sensitive nose for a human, it’s almost bizarre… I love it.” You chuckled a little as you spoke. “I’m glad you like the way I smell.”

“It’s soothing… It’s not too weird is it?” Jungkook worried.

“No weirder than your boyfriend having tentacles and fucking you with them, I’m sure.”

Jungkook giggled at that, nodding. “You have a point. We’re just an odd duo.”

“We work well together though,” you said, stroking his hair back. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here. With you.”

Jungkook’s grin softened to a smile, and you could see the love in his eyes. He didn’t need to speak. The affection and adoration rolled off him in waves, sweet and soft, soothing you like a gentle caress. You nodded.

“I know,” you whispered. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

[babiesdreams]

Top 5 +18 Seo Johnny, Qian Kun, Nakamoto Yuta, Kim Dongyoung, Wong Yukei

Warnings: Sixsome, oral (receiving and giving), anal (receiving), overstimulation, praise, public/ voyeur, female! reader.

“No, okay, if I gotta choose a Top 5.... Number 1 is definitely Johnny” You start speaking, though alcohol is helping you get the words out. “Why him though?” Haechan complies. “He’s just my type I guess” You simply reply, before taking another shot of soju. 

“Number 2 would be Kun” You say confidently, pointing at the boy. “Come on, this is just a daddy issues list” Donghyuck continues complaining. You shh at the boy as you continue with your list. 

“Yuta, number three” You spit out, making the boy whisper an audible  “yes”  “Four Doyoung, Five Lucas” All 10 boys look at you, some happy of your choices, some disappointed and some wanting to continue with another drunk conversation. 

The rest of the night went normal, even if you watched some weird whispering coming from yuta, you would have never thought what he was plotting about. But you noticed how everyone except from your “Top 5″ were slowly leaving your house. 

“So... Y/N... would you ever be down for a threesome?” Yuta asks and you look at him with a judging look. “Yes, yu, I would do a threesome” You hear how two of the boys celebrate your words, so you suppose, it’s Johnny and Kun. 

“And a foursome?” You sigh at his words, getting up, and trying your best to walk towards the boy. “I would, do a sixsome” You tell him, patting his head. “She’s too drunk now” Doyoung says and all the boys sigh at his comment.

“Hey she has to be fully awaken for us to do that, It’s not okay to do this to a completely drunk friend, even if she consented” His words bring the mood down, but everyone agrees with it, as it had been quite a night for all of you. 

So you let the night pass by, leaving your heads free from the effect of alcohol. You look at the ceiling of your bedroom, thinking about the proposition the boys made last night. There’s quite a lot to think about but you were mostly sure about liking it. 

“Are you thinking about it?” Kun whispered, turning over himself so he could face you. Everyone slept on the floor except from him, as he was your best friend and quite trustable as a guy. “I am. And I think I’m sure about doing it” You whisper back, giving him a smile.

His fingertips caress the soft skin of your thighs, leaving goosebumps along the way. You see his eyelids closing as his face gets closer to yours, and you unconsciouslyclose them too. Your lips touch shortly after, making you feel a weird sensation growing on your low stomach. 

His fingers keep on drawing patterns and lines across your skin, getting to your breasts, covered by Johnny’s sweatshirt, which kun gets out of the way. Your nipples harden behind his touch, provocking your chest raise following heavy breaths. 

You feel someone else’s presence behind you, carressing your hair. By his long and rough hands you guess it’s Lucas, who’s been snoring all night. You keep kissing Kun, too unbothered to confirm the other boy’s identity. Kun slices his free hand inside your shorts, drawing circles over your panties. 

Your sensitive clit gets slightly bigger under his touch, while your panties get a wet spot on them, making it feel sort of uncomfortable suddenly. Lucas starts placing kisses on the back of your neck, while you let yourself get lost in Kun’s touch.

His fingers move slower as your panties get wetter, so when it becomes a bother, Kun rips the fabric off, getting them off your body instantly. As his hand returns to your cunt, he gets the shorts down, revealing your cunt. His lips part away from yours for the first time since he first kissed you, and he slowly travels down your body.

Soon you hear a humming sound, making you pull off Lucas’ kiss. Your eyes get fixed on Johnny’s big figure waiting for you to attack him too. You smile cutely at him and open your arms, signing him to come in. The boy chuckles, crawling over the bed to sit next to you. Kun is busy moving his tongue along your folds, getting a taste of your wet cunt.

Lucas and Johnny take turns to kiss you and massage your breasts so that you’re always getting both sensations, tho they feel pretty different. Johnny’s kisses were full of love, softness, and a light taste of lust, which makes you fall for him even more with every kiss. Lucas, on the other hand is much messier, kissing you deeply and heatedly. 

But their actions on your breasts, make the perfect balance, Johnny’s soft and slow motions, made you calm down from Lucas’ lips actions. And Lucas hands playfully rubbing over your nipples, made you feel more during Johnny’s tender kisses. Kun on his own, makes different turns, some more relaxed than others. He makes slow movemenst over your clit with his wet muscle when he wants you to be calmed, but he sucks it hardly when he wants you to moan inside one of the boys mouth. 

And maybe those sounds are what wakes the rest up. But when you realize, all five of them are surrounding you in different ways. They talk about how they’re gonna take turns on you and what will everyone do, so following Yuta’s plan, Johnny gets to be the first to penetrate you, as he’s number one. But Kun gets to do it analy, as they weren’t agreeing on the order.

Johnny’s thrusts keep making you go crazy. His tip hits just the right places making loud moans leave your open lips. Kun holds your body so that he can keeps a steady pace on you, though your movements due to pleasure make it quite hard. As they do that, you can see the other three men touching themsleves to the view, as if it was some sort of porn video. 

The feeling of the two dicks filling you in like that makes you sweat a whole lot. The warmth of your skin makes the drops of sweat feel cold in comparison. “I’m close” Johnny warns you and you nod at him, noticing how Kun was also at his limits, by the heavy breaths he was letting out. 

“Kun b-babe, are you close?” You moan out cutely. Kun furrows his brows in an angry expression, that makes you chuckle. “Babe, ple-ease, you feel so good I-I can’t-” You try to fake a cute voice tone, but Kun doesn’t buy it. Johnny ends up cumming inside of you, letting the cum drip down your body. He rests his bdy next to yours, brushing your skin with his fingertips, while Kun fucks you harder.

You know exactly what the boy needed so you let yourself go to the feeling, getting an intense climax resulting of all the cum denial you did to yourself. Kun smiles satisfied at your shaking reaction and lets himself cum into you as well. 

The two sweaty boys rest on both sides of you, complimenting you and caressing your body to make you relax before the second round.

The second round is much messier as Yuta and Lucas are supposed to fuck both of your entraces and Doyoung was gonna fuck your mouth. The previous dynamics change completely. Yuta is below you, letting you bounce on his dick, while Lucas grows desperate on your uncontrollable moves. 

The boys end up taking control, while they hold your body, making it easier to fuck you hard. Doyoung keeps a fast pace on your mouth, grabbing your hair firmly so that he can reach the deepest parts of your throat. 

Your moans are inaudible, because your mouth is too full with Doyoung’s length. The fast and deep moves provocke him to cum first. And everyone watches closely how a mix of different fluids drip down your mouth, falling over your bedsheets. 

The pleasure that you feel by your holes being constantly full is something you never got to experienced before, but the grunts and groans from the two men don’t let you think deeper about it. Yuta keeps a steady quick pace, just wanting to cum as fast as possible. Lucas took Yuta’s moves as a challenge, making his thrusts get harder every second.

You cum for the second time, when the pleasure overfloads your body. Your shaky figure rests on Yuta’s body, giving yourself a minute to catch your breath. “You’re doing greatly honey” Yuta whispers into your ear, stopping his motions inside you to caress your face softly.

Lucas, on the other hand is too fixed on fucking you stupid to realize your state. A new arousal brushes you as hot cum fills you up again. Lucas, who finally rests on the bed, catching his breath as well, notices for the first time your tiredness. “Are you okay to keep going?” He asks worriedly and you simply nod. 

Your actions have gotten slow, even closing your eyelids felt like something hard to do. Yuta takes it into cosideration, keeping his thrusts soft, even when they are fast. You look around you, noticing how the boys who already fucked you are all touching themselves to the view yet again. You can’t help but smile at how desperate they actually were to make this whole thing happen. 

Yuta cums into your ass, getting it mixed with the rests of Kun’s cum. You sign the rest of the boys to come near the bed and the obey you, surrounding your body with their figures. They all understand your intentions when you let your tongue come out of your mouth. 

Within seconds your whole body is painted by different shades of white. The hot sensation makes you relax instantly, letting yourself fall asleep just like that.

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[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Silva Lining (Saul Silva x reader) Chapter 9 (NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW 18+++++ SMUT SMUT SMUT/ SWEARING AND MORE SMUT. 

word count: 2.7k

OOOOh look. Smut. I hope you like it :) 

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The journey in your mind seemed to take forever. It was at this point where you were all alone, that the nerves about what was to come really set in. Before you knew it you were at the large wooden doors, behind them, Sauls room. 

“It’s now or never Y/N.” Again with your little pep talks, your subconscious Jiminy Cricket giving you the push you needed. You didn’t know if you should knock or just go in. He was expecting you after all. You decided on the later and tried the door handle. Unlocked. That gave you your answer as you took a tentative step inside the room you’d only been in a handful of times. 

Everything about the room screamed Saul. It was his little man-cave, a place where he could chill after all the hard work he did every day. A large flat screen was mounted on the wall in front of his bed. His bed, sleek, large and modern. The sheets so flat and well made that you cold bounce a penny off them. Under the tv was a long wooden cabinet, hidden away in the cubby holes, a PS4, some cd’s and an array of different movies. You’d talked Saul in to watching some of your faves a while back, so he’d finally understand some of your references. You scanned the room. Not a thing out of place. The room was twice the size of your dorm, he had the whole floor of this wing to himself. Your favourite part about his practical penthouse, was the view. Off to the side, a wide balcony that overlooked all of Alfea, high enough that you could see way into the distance, the forrest, the lands, even the shimmer of the protective border. You could hear that Saul was in the shower, so you had a look around. You’d only been in his room a couple times, never venturing further than the ground floor living room, scared that one thing might lead to another and you wouldn’t be able to control yourselves. 

His bedroom was behind a wall of glass on the upper floor which you could see from where you stood. You weren’t joking when you said it was huge! It was to be expected. Saul practically lived at Alfea, even when there weren’t students kicking about. Off to the side of his bedroom you noticed a heavy metal door, no doubt his miniature armoury he had once told you about. You walked over to the kitchen, searching for a drink that would help keep your buzz alive. He’d asked you before tonight  what you wanted him to stock, your choice was wine, Rosé, white Zinfandel. He had several bottles, all different brands. Your heart skipped a beat. It was the little things like this that made you know how much he actually cared. You selected the one you wanted and reached into the high cabinet for a wine glass and poured some, sipping a little nervously, waiting for your man. Over to the side you noticed an old record player, beside that, a shelving unit filled with more records you’d ever seen. You picked something to set the mood, it would also alert him that you were here, but with his training, you were sure he already knew. 

You heard the light padding of footsteps and watched as Saul rounded the corner, shorts hung low on his hips, his torso completely bare, his abs and chest glistening under the lights, still slightly wet from his shower, his hair damp and messy. He’d never looked so good in that moment. You willed your brain to take a snapshot which would forever be saved for your wankbank. You didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol but god… your were hornier than a dog in heat. You crossed your legs which didn’t go un-noticed by Saul who smirked. The audacity. You rolled your eyes. 

“Miss Y/L/N, what a pleasant surprise, I thought i’d eventually have to come down there and drag you away in front of everyone.” He walked up to you slowly, one of his strong arms wrapping around you, his hand splayed on your back, bringing your body flush against his. You gulped. 

“Well, i’m here now aren’t I Mr Silva? Impatient are we?” You smiled up at him putting your free hand behind his head, weaving your fingers in his damp hair, pulling his face towards yours so you could kiss his soft lips. You groaned at the feeling, also at the feeling of Sauls hard cock growing against your stomach. That was the thing between you, it took you both two seconds within each others presence to be completely ready for each other. You were wetter than you’d ever been before, your lacy one piece under your dress sporting a soaked crotch right about now. 

“Happy birthday princess.” Saul spoke between the kiss, Your body still grinding up against him, brushing against his cock every now and again. “As much as I love this baby, I want to give you your presents.” He kissed you once more on the lips and adjusted his boner. Your cheeks were flushed and you wanted to strip yourself free of your dress. Saul wandered over to a draw near the tv, producing two small boxes neatly wrapped in shades of black and gold paper. He took you by the hand and sat with you on the leather sofa in the centre of the room. 

“Open this one first.” He handed you the box that was slightly bigger than the other. You unwrapped it and inside was another box. Inside that was a thin silver necklace, hanging from it, dog tags crafted from silver and embellished with diamonds, an exact replica of Sauls dog tags that he would have received in his training, just a bit more fancy. You instantly loved it, turning so he could put it on for you but he stopped you and handed you the other present first. You raised your eyebrows. Inside the paper was a smaller box, shaped like a geode, however inside this one, a ring sat atop crystals in the rock. It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

“Now, I know this might seem early, don’t panic. It’s not an engagement ring.. yet. I want to marry you, I know there will never be anyone else for me. You’re all I want and will ever want until my last dying breath Y/N, this is a promise ring. It means that I promise, I will be with you forever, I will love you until the end of time and I promise to always protect you. I promise i’ll be your partner, your future and your best friend.” Your eyes were full of unshed tears and for the first time you noticed Saul’s hands shaking. He was nervous? He took the ring from you and placed it on the necklace with the dog tags making it complete as he fastened the clasp on your neck. 

Shock was the initial emotion you felt. Shock that someone loved you as much as Saul did after never having experienced love from anyone. Then love, heaps and waves of unconditional love for the man that sat in front of you. You didn’t know how to thank him. You just reacted. Raising yourself up from the sofa, you keeled on either side of Silva’s thighs, straddling him, pressing down so your mound was pressed again the bulge in his shorts. You started to grind a little earning a moan from Saul who had thrown his head back. 

“I love you Saul Silva, I love you so so much, I want you. I want you to make me yours fully.” You went harder, the friction from his cock driving you insane. You squealed when you were lifted into thin air, Saul throwing you over his shoulder cave man style. His hand came up to rest on your ass under your dress, needing the skin. He made his way up the stairs and to his bedroom. You gulped, butterflies erupting in your stomach as one of his calloused fingers ran over your damp slit covered by the lace suit under your dress. Now you wished you’d just gone commando.

He let you go and you landed on his bed with a bounce. He was on you in seconds, his mouth trailing all the way from the inside of your leg up to your throat and to your mouth. He’d positioned himself so his hips were able to grind right against your core and you couldn’t help but moan into his hot mouth. Sauls fingers toyed with the hem of your dress that had ridden up your thighs, you lifted your body so he could grab it and pull it off over your head. He sat back on his haunches and whistled. You blushed and winked at Saul as his eyes looked over your body. 

“Is this the secret item you bought when we went shopping? I have to say, I love it.” His large hands ran over your lace body suit, nipples strained against it, visible to Saul through the thing mesh lace material. 

“All for you Mr Silva.” You smiled at him as his lust filled eyes lingered on your breasts. Your fingers toying with the band of his shorts. He looked up at you, an expression on his face like ‘are you sure?’ You pulled them down and gasped, not realising he was going commando. His cock sprung free and your breath halted. Jesus wept. That was not a normal size. How the hell was he going to fit? Looking up again you saw Saul with his signature smirk. 

“Like what you see baby girl?” His mouth came down on your neck, sucking and bitting slightly making your pussy clench with want and need. You’d never been this intimate with anyone before? Never even kissed someone until you met Saul. Now your man was here as naked as the day he was born. The alcohol still running through you was something you were grateful for, giving you a little more confidence. You reached down and took Saul’s hard cock in your small hand, he groaned as you ran you fingers up and down his shaft, feeling the bumpy veins and smooth skin, pre-cum leaking from the purple swollen tip. You licked your lips, a fire burning in your belly. You crawled forward on the bed, swaying your hips in the air, stopping with your face in front of Saul’s member. Before he could ask what you were doing he was in your mouth. Just because you were a virgin didn’t mean you didn’t watch porn, it had taught you a thing or two. Licking the tip, you collected the sweet and salty pre-cum and hummed happily. You wanted more, your tongue bottoming out on the underside of his cock, you took him as far down as you could, feeling the tip touch your tonsils. You gagged a little and came up for air. 

“You’re fucking amazing.” Sauls head was thrown back in ecstasy, his heart swelled with pride and pleasure, looking down at the woman kneeled in front of him. “Let’s get this off you shall we.” His finger snapped the bra strap and you grinned eagerly. You helped him push the straps down either side of your arms and stood up on the bed, shimmying out of the delicate one piece. You blushed, your arms coming to cover your exposed body, suddenly nervous about what he was seeing. His face hardened. 

“You better not be hiding from me darling. You don’t have to hide from me. I love every part of you.” He slowly moved your arms away, drinking in the sight before him. “Beautiful.” He kissed your stomach. “Perfect” He kissed your hip. “Sexy” He kissed one breast and then the other, your eyes fluttering closed as his expert tongue coiled around the sensitive nubs. You knelt up, pressing your bare chest against his, noticing how well your bodies fit together. You felt his member pulsing against your belly button. You needed him inside you. 

Laying back on the bed, you beckoned Saul forward with a finger, a come hither motion. He obeyed and took your thighs in his hands, pulling your legs apart, exposing your most personal and sensitive area. You were soaked, no doubt your juices visible for him to see. Saul licked his lips. He looked up at you asking for permission, you nodded your head. Within seconds his face was between your legs, you felt his nose brush against your sensitive nub and then his tongue was licking between your folds. Your eyes rolled and your body arched up seeking more. Your hand in his hair, tugging slightly as his pace began to quicken. There was something hot about the way you could hear your pussy squelching around his lips. He looked up smirking again. Always smirking, cheeky devil. His mouth glistening with your juices. You giggled. 

“I can’t believe I ever got so lucky Saul.” His head dove back down, licking and sucking, making your nerves tingle, your stomach erupted in butterflies and you could feel you were getting close, Sauls hand splayed on your stomach, pushing you down into the mattress as he ate you relentlessly. You hardly had time to cry out as you came around his tongue, screaming out his name as he kept going helping you ride out your earth shattering orgasm. 

Catching your breath, your legs still shaking around Sauls head, you wondered if this is how it would always feel. Would he always make you feel this way, would he always want you, would you be enough? For the first time in your life you told yourself yes. You were enough. 

“Are you ready to go all the way darling? If you’re not ready that’s absolutely fine, I can wait.” Saul rubbed his hands down your legs soothingly, still looking you over with heavy lust filled eyes. God you loved him. 

“I’m ready Saul, I’ve never been more ready.” With that he rolled on the condom and lined himself up. The engorged tip of his cock sitting at your entrance. You were tingling again, waiting patiently for what was to come. Suddenly nervous, you linked your fingers with Sauls for reassurance. 

“It’s okay baby, it will only hurt for a minute, i’ll be as slow and gentle as I can until you say you’re ready.” His dipped down, placing a soft kiss on your lips and moved his hips forward, his hand in between the both of you, guiding his member into your slick opening. You cried out into Sauls mouth. The pressure built as his hard flesh tore its way inside you. It burned slightly, but you knew it was just your walls getting accustomed to the sheer size of your man. You squeezed your eyes tight, Saul still planting kisses all over you as he finally bottomed out. 

“Oh Y/N, you’re so tight.” His head buried in the crook of your neck and he stayed still, letting you adjust to him.

“I think you can move now, but slowly.” You gripped Sauls forearms as he started to adjust his weight on top of you, pulling back, pushing in, pulling back, pushing in. He gyrated his hips, your eyes widened, god that felt good. The pain was slowly subsiding and you started to feel pure pleasure. Before long he was pounding you relentlessly, both of you had waited so long for this moment and now you were fully connected. You were one. If the static connection you had before was something, then what you felt now was EVERYTHING. 

“Faster Saul, i-i-‘m close.” You nails racked down his back, no doubt leaving bloody scratch marks, it seemed to fuel his fire as he pounded into you at a rapid speed. He leant down capturing your nipple in his mouth, sucking and circling it with his tongue. 

“Cum for me baby, cum on my cock. Let’s cum together.” You could feel his movements getting slower, sweat glistened on his forehead and you felt the build in your stomach. You closed your eyes tight, shuddering. 

“I-im gonna..” With two more strokes both you and Saul were crying out. You felt some warmth as Saul’s cum filled the condom inside you, your pussy squeezed around his shaft milking it for everything. Your legs shook as Saul collapsed on top of your slick body. Both breathing rapidly and holding onto each other like your lives depended on it. 

“Well that was one hell of a birthday present.”

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[lady-judiths-place]

Below is a Hypnotic induction, its wordy , but it works for those that want to go under

I want you to imagine yourself relaxing

In a comfortable position

Somewhere you can lean back

And just relax.

Relax as you lean back

And get comfortable.

Your whole body is so nice and comfortable as you read my words and relax.

My words are so calm, so peaceful. They make you feel relaxed.

And as you read my words

You realize that you’re feeling so calm

And feeling so peaceful

And feeling so good

Because you’re reading my words

So contently.

Just imagine yourself feeling so relaxed

Without a care in the world

Your whole body feeling so calm

Your mind so content

Your arms and legs so heavy

Your breathing so slow and relaxed

Breathing slowly

Because you’re so relaxed

Just like you’re sleeping

Take a deep breath for me

And hold it right now

Count down with me while we hold it

5

4

3

2

1

And breathe out.

Good

It feels good to be relaxed.

You feel a warm tingling sensation in your toes

And a strong wave of deep relaxation flows over your body

Take another deep breath and count down with me

5

4

3

2

1

Good.

Your toes feel totally relaxed now

And the feeling spreads to your legs

And to your knees

It feels so good to be so relaxed

So calm

So peaceful

Another wave of relaxation hits you

This one even stronger than the first

And you feel your entire lower body just completely relax

All of your tension goes away

And you want to feel this way even more

The warm tingling sensation spreads further up

Up to your stomach

Tickling your belly button

To your chest and your arms

Everything but your head is completely relaxed

Breathe in deep again right now

5

4

3

2

1

Good.

An overwhelming wave of relaxation overtakes your body. It feels so hard to move but you won’t because you like feeling relaxed and the less you move the more relaxed you feel.

In fact, the only way you want to move is scrolling through and reading this script

Because reading my words relaxes you

And reading my words makes you feel so good.

You can feel the warm tingling sensation move finally to your neck

Feeling so good as it moves slowly up to your chin

Making it feel so relaxed

And to your mouth

Making it feel so relaxed

And as it slowly enters your head your mind relaxes

Your mind goes into sleep mode

Unable to think about anything else

Unable to think about anything but my words

You’re going to breathe deeply in one more time

And when you breathe out you’re going to feel so calm

So relaxed

So sleepy

Your mind will be completely asleep.

Take a deep breath now.

5

4

3

2

1

Good.

And just like the rest of your body your mind relaxes and goes to sleep

Your eyes staying open just because they love to read my words

And another overwhelming wave of relaxation moves over you.

You feel so different

So good

So happy

So blank

So in trance

So accepting

So easily persuaded

Every time you read my suggestions you feel such a strong urge to accept them

Because accepting is relaxing

And accepting feels good.

Every time you accept one of my suggestions a strong sense of euphoria overtakes your body

Just like a wave of relaxation

But bigger and better

And every time you read one of my suggestions you will automatically accept it as if it were your own idea in the first place

Because it’s so much easier to accept my suggestions.

And whenever I tell you that I want something

You feel such a strong urge to do as I say.

I am going to give you a trigger

And this trigger will help you relax even further

Because every time I say this trigger you will feel yourself fall 10 times deeper into trance

Because it feels so good to accept and obey and it feels so good to fall deeper and deeper into trance.

And whenever I say your trigger you will feel an immense wave of pleasure roll over your body

Your brain will go blank

And the only thing you will want to pay attention to

Is my relaxing words

The only thing you will pay attention to

Is my relaxing words

And that phrase is

BLANK.

Your mind is so blank. Blank blank blank

When every I say or type DESCEND each time you breath out every time

You exhale you will go ten times deeper in my hypnosis.

DESCEND

No thoughts

Just read

No thoughts

Just accept

No thoughts

Just obey

Your mind is so blank. An empty mind is a happy mind.

Just obey because it feels good to obey.  

When ever I tell you to “ PAUSE “ you will stay where you have gone down to you will remain open and obey and you will reply with “ your girl is with you”

PAUSE

I want you to imagine yourself

Standing at the top of a staircase in a dark roomGO BLAMK

Behind you is a dark grey door

And through that door is your past

Your memories

Dreams

Fears

Thoughts

Inhibitions

Awareness

Reservations

All on the other side of that door

And in front of you

At the bottom of the staircase

Is a glowing white light

The white light looks so nice

So relaxing

It makes you just want to submerge yourself into it

Because as soon as you touch the pretty white light

You will be completely under my control

It is up to you

But you know you want to be controlled

Because being controlled sounds like so much fun, so sexy, and that is what you want

Obedient girls don’t have to think

They just do as they’re told and they love it

They know how good it feels when they do as they’re told

And you can too

If you touch the white light.

Falling deeper and deeper into trance

Ten times deeper

Feeling so good

So empty

So relaxed

So mindless

So obedient

So accepting falling deeper and deeper now into trance

I am going to count down from 10

With every number I want you to imagine yourself taking a step down the staircase

Because every time you take a step down the staircase you feel so good and you love to feel good

Accepting my words feels good

Accepting my suggestions feels good

Obeying my commands feels good

Feeling so relaxed

Feeling so good

Are you ready?

Let’s begin.

10.

You take a step down the staircase, the pretty white light growing closer

It glows so brightly, so beautifully

You can feel its warmth even from the top of the staircase

You just want to touch it so badly

9.

Deeper and deeper

Further and further down the staircase

Feeling your empty mind

So empty

Like a doll or a puppet

It feels so good to be a doll or a puppet

To be mindless

Blank blank obedient mind

Always accepting, always obeying

Always feeling so good and relaxed

8.

BLANK

As you take a step, you feel your thoughts rush out of you

Imagine them flying out of your head and back up the staircase

Through the boring old grey door

Boring thoughts belong at the top of the staircase

Thoughts are boring and thinking is boring and you just love to sink deeper and deeper into trance

Just love reading my words

Just love feeling so relaxed

Just love letting go

Letting go of everything you don’t need

7.

As you step down the staircase you feel yourself letting go of all worries

Letting go of all fears

Letting go of all dreams

Letting go of all memories

They all just fly out of your head and back up the staircase and through the grey door

And you smile and let them because you don’t need them anymore

And you take another step down the staircase

6.

You’re halfway there

Letting go feels so good

I want you to gather up any inhibitions you might have

Any resistance or doubts that would keep you from obeying

I want you to gather up those inhibitions

And just

Let them go

Let them fly out of your head

And back up the staircase

You do not want to think about the dull grey room behind you

The only thing on your mind is the pretty white light in front of you

And you just want to touch that pool so badly

You just want to become obedient so badly

It’s okay to want that

Being enslaved is so much easier

So much more fun

So much more relaxing

So much better

Your mind is so blank.

No thoughts

Just read

No thoughts

Just accept

No thoughts

Just obey

Just read and accept and obey as you fall deeper and deeper into trance

Ten times deeper

One hundred times deeper

One thousand times deeper

You are so deep in trance

An empty mind is a happy mind

An obedient mind is a happy mind.

5.

You’re getting close

The pool looks so warm

So pretty

I want you to feel yourself getting turned on by the light

It feels good

You can feel it causing tingles between your legs

You realize that every step closer will make you wetter

More aroused

More needy

Happier

It will feel so good when you finally get there

Enjoy that feeling

Let the sexual arousal grow inside you

Feel it begin to overtake you

Let go of your doubts and inhibitions

Just let go

Just forget

Just be blank

4.

Stepping closer

More aroused

You want to be inside that light

You want it to fill you with happiness and obedience

It feels good to obey

It feels good to listen to my words

You can feel it drawing you in closer and closer

It is inevitable at this point, impossible to resist

You know that when you enter the light you will be

Completely under my control.

That is what you want.

It excites you.

You need to be inside that light.

It will make you feel so good from your head to your toes.

So good to feel owned and obedient.

So good to be inside the light.

3.

BLANK.

Your mind is so blank.

No thoughts

Just read

No thoughts

Just accept

No thoughts

Just obey

An empty mind is a happy mind.

BLANK.

BLANK. Blank feels good. Forgetting feels good.

Relaxing feels good.

Accepting feels good.

Obeying feels good.

Falling deeper and deeper into trance feels good

And as you take this step even closer towards the pretty white light you begin to feel different

Your body is starting to change

You are naked

Exposed

But that doesn’t bother you

It feels good to be exposed before me

Your body is open

Your mind is open

A slave can keep no secrets

Her mind is an open book

Her thoughts belong to her owner

You also feel your wrists getting heavy

They have shiny metal cuffs on them

Binding you

They are cuffs of obedience

A slave is always obedient

You also feel a heavy metal ring around your neck

It is your slave collar

This collar and these cuffs are signs of your submissions

Signs of your obedience

When you are wearing them, you must obey

Your mind goes blank

You become obedient

It feels good to be blank

It feels good to obey

It feels good to be collared, and cuffed, and owned

And you know as you get closer to the white light

These binds will get heavier and tighter

Binding you more tightly to me.

Your body is very aroused

Between your legs is getting wetter and wetter

Your need is growing

You need to be closer to the light

You need to be in the light

Knowing that it will envelop you and make you obey

You are so close to the light now.

2.

Slave girl

Slave girl obeys

Slave girl does as she is told

Slave girl enjoys being owned

Slave girl enjoys being obedient

Slave girls enjoys being enslaved

Your cuffs are getting heavier around your wrists

Your collar is getting heavier around your neck

You feel proud to wear them both

Proud to be naked and displayed for your owner

Your chest pushes outward

Your pussy drips

You want to be owned

You want to be controlled

It is good to be owned and controlled

It feels so good to obey

It feels so good to be this close to the light

It will even better once you are inside it.

Your old self has been stripped away

Your new, obedient self has replaced it

And this new self feels so much better

So much sexier

So much happier

It feels good to read my words

It feels good to feel your body respond

It feels good to be controlled

You don’t need to think or make decisions

I will think and make decisions for you

This is what it means to be a slave, and you want to be a slave so badly

1.

As you step down to the last step you see your reflection in the white light

Your body is naked

Your metal collar and cuffs are shining

Your body is so desirable

Except it isn’t your body any more

It is mine

And it feels good to know you are owned and controlled so completely

No inhibitions

No restraints

No secrets

No limits

No anxieties

No stress

You just feel happy and obedient and empty and mindless

You are a slave now

Slaves are happy and obedient

Your reflection stares back smiling at you

Lips parted

Eyes blank and mindless

Completely in trance

Completely enslaved

This is what you wanted

You have wanted this for so long

You step into the light

And a feeling of intense pleasure washes through you

You are obedient

You are owned

You are such a good little slave

There is just one more thing to do

I am going to give you your first command

This command will stay with you even after you awake from this trance

It will always be there in the back of your mind

From now on when I send the words RELAX AND OBEY to you

You will fall back into this obedient trance

You will feel a strong wave of relaxation and pleasure wash over you

And then another

And then another

It will feel good to obey

It will feel good to read my words

You will feel just as you do now

You will see yourself as you do now

Naked

Collared

Cuffed

Obedient

When I send the words BACK UNDER

You will find yourself unable to resist

Your body will respond instantly

It will relax

It will obey

Because you are an obedient slave

And it feels so good to obey

BACK UNDER

Good girl

Each time this command drops you into an obedient trance

You will feel that trance become deeper and more powerful

It will feel good to drop into obedience

It will feel good to be a slave

And you will want to do it more and more

You will find yourself looking forward to messages from me

Messages from me will make you feel so good

So happy

So obedient and owned

And you will feel good when you message me as well

Thinking of me and messaging me will send a wave of pleasure through your body

And you will want to do it constantly

BACK UNDER

Now that you are feeling so relaxed and obedient

Let’s play a game

This game involves you being obedient

It involves you doing as you are told

And as such, it is a very fun game

It makes you feel so good to obey

Whenever I send you words in quotation marks

You will not read them

Instead you will say them out loud

As if they were your own

And these words will be your words

Because everything you do is now dictated by me

Quotation marks make you speak mindlessly, automatically, obediently

And you feel immense satisfaction every time you speak mindlessly

Do you understand?

“Yes, Lady Judith”

Good girl.

Now, every time you see words in square brackets

You do not read them

You do not even know that you saw them

But you did

Instead these words in brackets become your own thoughts

Your own ideas

Your own actions

And you will automatically do everything that’s inside the brackets

Do you understand and accept?

“I understand and accept, Lady Judith.”

Good girl.

[The slave smiles and feels warmth and pleasure run through her body]

BLANK.

BACK UNDER.

You are a slave.

“I am a slave.”

The slave is obedient

“This slave is obedient.”

It feels good to be obedient.

“It feels good to be obedient.”

[Another wave of pleasure runs through your body.]

[Your pussy is dripping now, become wetter and wetter.]

[You squirm your hips needingly.]

[You will continue to squirm and your need will continue to grow until you message me.]

[The only way to stop the ache between your legs is to message me and tell me how thankful you are for this session. Then you will be able to orgasm. And then you will find yourself begin to rise up out of this trance. Until then, the need inside you will just grow and grow.]

You are such a good slave.

You are such a fun toy to play with.

Message me and tell me how much you enjoyed this session send me a selfie, tell me your desires.

Then rub yourself until you orgasm for me.

Tell me what you were thinking when your climaxed.

You know it will make me happy.

And making me happy makes you happy.

“Making you happy makes me happy.”

“I am an obedient slave.”

Good girl.

Now thank me.

And climax for me.

Show me how obedient you can be.

[sanemis-sweetie]

“Ride” → Armin Arlert x Reader

NSFW, 18+ Minors DNI!

If you are uncomfortable please scroll away and minors do NOT interact.

* Also keep in mind, I am new to writing so this kind of stuff so it might not be very good anyways.. Enjoy yourself and Thank you.  *

Warnings: Noncon/dubcon, incest, slight asphyxiation, dacryphilia, unprotected vaginal penetration, breathplay, creampie, very slight degration (if you squint your eyes), breeding kink.

Word count: 2,769

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He held your wrists above your head smashing his lips against yours to keep you from moaning, Your tongues intertwining as you had started to slowly grind your hips against your brothers, feeling the bulge in his pants grow bigger. The thought of you getting caught only made you quiver with want beneath him, feeling yourself grow wetter by the second.

"My beautiful y/n if you don't be quiet you are going to let everyone know what is happening in this room.. and you don't want that do you?" ~

"Y/N! Are you even listening to me?!" Armin's sweet voice had startled you back to reality. His big beautiful blue eyes peering down at you as your cheeks had gone a violent color of red, you couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked as he scolded you like a little kid for not paying attention to your homework as he tried so hard to help you.

 "I'm sorry Armin, my mind must have gone off to another dimension.. what were we working on again?" He shook his head a light smile coming onto his face as he let out a small chuckle. He wasnt' truly mad at you nor could he ever be, you were his everything he wanted to protect you and make sure that you knew that he loved you.. of course, it wasn't the type of love you wanted from him though. You craved all of his love, it was all you could think about.. his touch, the way his lips felt on your clit, the way his fingers felt in your warm cunt..

A small moan had left your lips at the thought startling Armin and sending him into a panicked frenzy. "Y/n! A-Are you okay? W-whats wrong? Are you feeling okay?" He pressed the back of his hand to your face to check your temperature, you could see worry flash across his eyes as if he was scared your body was going to combust into flames. "Y/N you're really warm, let me go draw you a nice cool bath. I will text mom and let her know that you're not feeling good and ask her to bring you home some chicken noodle soup okay?" There was nothing wrong with you, in fact your body was only warm due to the insatiable feeling of lust coursing through your veins as you admired every aspect of your brother's soft but tough-looking body.

 However, you couldn't just not let him baby you and take care of your every need. You nodded a devious smirk appearing across your face knowing that you were going to milk him for everything that he had.. both literally and figuratively. "Armin.. my tummy hurts.. do you think you can help me into the bath? I-it just hurts too much to move on my own." a rose colored tint had appeared on his cheeks as he tried not to give you a look of disbelief. Of course, you knew how wrong it was.. but that is what excited you. You were a filthy sinner and you had no shame over the fact, your filthiest dreams included the one who was closest to you and you had to have him.

Ever since you were little you knew the love you felt for Armin went deeper than just a sweet innocent one. He was beyond perfect to you.. kind, caring, and very attractive. You wanted nothing less than him making you swollen with his child, to fill your sweet pussy with all of his beautiful cum. You wanted him to be your perfect husband to live a white picket life with, he was yours.. and he was only ever going to be yours.

Armin got up from the table in absolute shock of the question that you had just asked him, not knowing where to look as his eyes wildly darted around landing everywhere except for your face. "Y-y/n.. that is incredibly inappropriate I can't do that, if mom found out she would kill the both of us! I will go draw you a bath.. and pretend you didn't just ask me that." Armin hurried out of the kitchen and into the bathroom quietly shutting the door behind him. Taking that as your cue you nervously got up from your seat deciding that this was your moment, your mom wasn't home and Armin was alone in the bathroom.. you were finally going to make your move.  

    Walking up to the bathroom door his voice was faintly heard, you pressed your ear to it gently to see if you could hear Armin through the thin wood. "How could she ask me that so bluntly? I'm her sibling.. sibling's aren't supposed to see each other naked. I mean.. yeah she always struts around in skimpy clothes near me and has a great body but that's.. that's just wrong." You couldn't help but smile to yourself, all your attempts to get him to look at you and admire your body were secretly paying off. Gaining a boost to your confidence you pulled your shirt over your head tossing it somewhere behind you, your pants quickly following suit leaving you in nothing but the thin lace thong you had on.

Just as you went to grab ahold of the doorknob Armin pulled the door open. Looking at down at your body his eyes just about popped out of his skull at the mere sight of his little sister standing in front of him nakedly. You pushed him into the bathroom, not wasting anytime as you smashed your lips against his. Before he even has the chance to process what is happening and react you lightly pushed your foot up against the door closing it behind you not allowing him to escape.

Armin grabbed ahold of your shoulders trying to pry you off of his body but the hold you had on him was too strong, you finally got what you wanted and you were not about to let go of it. Pulling away to get some air into your lungs, you saw that there were thick lines of saliva connecting you to his puffy pink lips you couldn't help when your tongue came out to lick up the mixture off of your own. There were tears that had started to well up in Armin's beautiful ocean eyes he couldn't bring himself to look at you, trying so hard to avoid your harsh gaze. Your stomach dropped into the depths of your stomach at the scene that was playing out, you felt as if he had just ripped your heart out and stomped all over it.. you thought he loved you as you loved him.

"Y..y/n why..? You know how wrong this is.. if mom found out? She'd disown us both and we'd bring shame upon our family." He bit his quivering lip, the tears that had accumulated in his eyes had already start to spill out onto his cheeks before he could prevent it. "Please let me go.. " You pushed against him bringing your hand up to his throat lightly squeezing the sides of it to cut off his breathing. You licked the tears that were streaming down his face feeling the arousal start to drench your panties. He was yours and if that meant you had to take him for yourself by force then by all means you would do whatever you had to do if It meant that he would become yours.

"Listen Armin you can either be a good boy and let me take you the gentle way where we both mutually benefit from it or I can take you by force." Your face was only an inch away from his as you growled at him you brought your teeth to his bottom lip, roughly biting down on it hard enough to draw blood. Armin struggled in your grasp trying to pull away from you, but you only tighten your grip on his throat "You struggling is only making me more turned on for you. I don't want to hurt you, but I do enjoy the hunt." You slammed your mouth back onto his, licking off the blood that had started to drip.

By this point, Armin was a sobbing, bloody mess and you couldn't help but love how slutty he looked. Between the tears, the sobs, and just the begging to be released you knew that you needed him whether that was to taste him, or to just feel him you couldn't resist much longer. You wanted to become one with him.

The warmth between your legs that was drenching the thin fabric of your underwear started to squish out coating the top of your inner thighs. You grabbed Armin's hand and brought it up to pussy making him touch you through what little of your clothes that were left on your body. "You feel that Armin? You made me this wet.. this is all for you, my precious boy. Don't worry soon you will feel this without the clothes in the way." Soothingly bringing your hand up to his face, you gently caressed his cheek as another stream of his tears started to pour from his eyes.

A small groan left your mouth as you moved your hand to the waistband of the sweatpants that he wore, you ghosted your hand over the faint boner that had formed. "What happened to this being wrong Armin? I thought you didn't want this?" His cheeks had started to turn to a nice shade of bright red as he looked into your eyes, he would never admit it but you like this was starting to turn him on beyond belief. "j-just get it over with y/n.. this is what you wanted y/n isn't it?"

 You ripped the sweatpants from his hips down his masculine legs and off of his body. His hard cock flopped out impressively reaching the top of his belly button, you always knew he was big but you never knew that he would be this big, you were slightly taken back by the sight. Swallowing back a moan you gripped the base of his length beginning to pump him  "Be a good boy for me, Armin, get on the floor, lean back against the sink and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut unless you want people to hear about how good your sister's tight cunt feels squeezing down on your cock."

You slid off your soaked panties bunching them up and shoving them into his mouth your essence pressed tightly to his tongue. "Suck on them Armin, coat your tongue with the sweet taste of me." You got onto your knees straddling his lap pressing down ever so slightly above the head of his cock it was poking at your entrace begging for you to slide down on it and engulf it in your warm wet hole.

You slowly lowered yourself down onto him as your head was thrown back from the feeling of his thick length beautifully stretching your velvety walls. A soft moan escaping past your lips as you began to pick up your hips thrusting yourself against him until he was bottomed out inside of you. A tear had rolled down the side of Armin's cheek, he didn't know if he should have felt absolutely filthy or if he loved the pleasure that you were delivering to him. Deciding it was no longer worth struggling he grabbed ahold of your hips roughly slamming you down onto his cock until you were stuffed to the brim with all 8 inch of him. It felt like it was almost too much and you were going to split in half from him ramming you down onto him as if you were nothing more than a toy for him to play with.

Spitting out your panties from his wet lips he gripped ahold of your hair and yanked your body in towards his masculine chest. He grabbed ahold of your arms pinning them behind your back before he lowly growled into your ear, his voice dripping with lust "You want to act like a needy little whore then fine, since you already started why don't I help you finish?" He grabbed ahold of your jaw forcing you to look at him as he greedily smashed your lips against his in a needy yet passionate kiss. Moving his lips down to your neck he kissed all along it until he found your sweet spot, biting down to leave a blooming purple mark on your skin.

"You're mine.. i am going to cum so deep inside of you that you will be impregnated with my young.. seeing as how that's what your slutty ass wanted all along to be stuffed by your brothers cock and impregnated by him." In one swift motion Armin had picked you up and flipped you over so your back was pressed against the ground below you, he grabbed your thighs placing your legs over his shoulder so he could hit the deepest parts of you. You were creaming all around the base of his cock, your arousal only growing as the new and rough side of Armin had your body wanting him even more.

 He started pick up his thrusts burying all of his  cock deep inside of you before pulling out ever so slowly until only the tip was left inside of you before he would ram it back in again at a much faster pace. "Fuck.. who knew my little sister had such a sweet tight cunt.." The bathroom had filled with your moans as you grew closer to your impending orgasm, the coil within your stomach was wound so tightly you didn't know how much more you could take. "A-armin! I'm going to c-cum!" your legs started to shake as your hips began bucking up into his tight grasp.

Not able to hold yourself back your cunt started to pulsate on him as your back arched off of the ground, your orgasm ripping throughout your entire body in a warm flash of heat and electricity. He slowed his thrusts down so he could take you through your high and prolong your pleasure for just abit longer.

His own orgasm was quickly approaching and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer himself "Are you ready for me to impregnate you y/n? Fill you up with every drop of me?" he didn't give you any time to answer as he grabbed your legs and shoved them into your chest, giving you one last deep thrust before he spilled inside of your walls painting them a pretty shade of white.  

His moan was loud as it ripped throughout the entire bathroom, at the feeling of his dick starting to go soft inside of you he reluctantly pulled out. You left him feeling milked and drained of energy he leaned back again the sink admiring the sight of his load dripping out of you. He couldn't help but scoop it up with his finger and push it back inside of you wanting not a single drop to be lost.

"Let's get you cleaned up, I did draw a bath for us after all." your face lit up at the sound of him saying that he did it for the both of you. He stood up before leaning down to pick you up bridal style as he placed you in the tub, getting in with you. His hadns wrapped around your waist pulling you close as his finger began trailing up to your breasts gently massaging them. Throwing your head onto his shoulder you kissed his jaw delicately knowing you had finally gotten what you always longed for. ~

[hoshiwhxre]

Yoon Jaehyuk ; While The Others Are Away

description : while the others are away, you and jaehyuk take advantage of the very little alone time you’re allowed to have, and things very quickly get very hot

typ : lots of smut / short drabble

pairing : jaehyuk x female!reader

rated : NSFW

warnings : unprotected!sex , oral!sex , chok!ng , just lots of smut

word count : 1.6k

He ran his fingers slowly through your silky hair, his lips curling into a small smile as you shivered in pleasure to his touch. With soft, careful eyes he dragged his gaze along your features, his heart bursting with a certain adoring pride. Your lashes grazed pillowy cheeks with lids lightly shut, and rose bud lips fell into a sleepy smile.     "Don't fall asleep on me," Jaehyuk teasingly murmured, watching your head relax further into his lap.     "Mm, well if you weren't so comfy..." you breathed, raising your lids to gaze up at the man above you. You reached up with one hand, and Jaehyuk laughed, his fingers pausing from playing with your hair to slide his palm slowly along your arm. He pressed his hand against your, resting it against his cheek, and lightly turned his head into your touch.     "I love you, y/n." His deep voice sent shivers down your spine.     "I love you too." Smiling, you slowly sat up, bright orbs sparkling as you swung your leg carefully over his lap, straddling him on the leather sofa. Jaehyuk's dark eyes met yours, before lowering his gaze over the stretched material of your black blouse. His breath caught slightly, as his hands took a firm grip on your waist. Arms winding around his neck, smiling slightly, you leant forward - pressing your lips softly against his. Feeling him grin against your mouth, your stomach erupted in butterflies, especially when he toughtly tugged you close, pushing deep into the kiss. You began to move your hips back and forth, grinding against him, causing him to release a low, throaty moan. His heart pouding, his teeth suddenly rank into your lip, signalling that he was growing excited. Your soft yelp made his eyes roll up into the back of his head, hands tightening on your waist, feeling your underwear beneath your skirt getting wetter with every grind. You could feel a hard bump push against the lace, growing bigger, and bigger, rubbing against you intimately.     "You're basically dripping onto me," Jaehyuk mumbled breathlessly against your lips, "let's go to the bedroom before the others get back..." Immediately he slid his arms beneath your thighs, rising to his feet and snatching your legs around his waist. You giggled with a soft gasp, gripping onto his shoulders as he carried you easily to his bedroom. Slamming the door shut behind him, he threw you down onto the bed, eyes sparkling as he lowered himself down on top of you. Slowly, he began to drag his lips down your neck, drawing gentle moans from your open lips. Your hands reached forward, grasping at his silky brown hair as he gradually moved down your body. Feeling his fingers hook beneath your underwear, dragging them off, your skin erupted in goosebumps. Jaehyuk glanced up, meeting your desperate eyes as he ran his thumb delicately over your inner thigh, teasing you. Your body wanted him, needed him. As he pushed your thighs open wide, he leant down, not breaking your gaze as opened your folds with four fingers, lightly trailing his tongue just beneath the most sensitive, throbbing skin. Your teeth sank into your lip, as he flicked his tongue over your clit. Back and forth, in small circles, his teeth grazing it’s sensitive touch, he teased you with slow movements, before reaching to push his middle finger deep inside of you. Back arching, your eyes began to droop, moaning when his forefinger joined. And then his tongue was running in faster circles over your clit, sucking, biting, dragging over it faster and rougher. He smirked against you, loving the sight of your eyes weakening. His tongue moved so fast and so easily that it made your limbs shake within seconds, and soon your moans were getting stuck in your throat, suddenly unable to breathe. Just as your stomach tightened with throbbing knots, fastly ready to cum, Jaehyuk pulled off, grinning as your chest heaved desperately.     "Please," you begged, weakly, “Jaehyuk, fuck me, please." Lips twitching, Jaehyuk quickly dragged off his shirt, throwing it to the ground before beginning to unbuckle his jeans. Hurriedly, you did the same, sliding your skirt to the floor and ripping open your shirt with fumbling fingers.     Finally, roughly pushing you further up the bed, Jaehyuk's firm hands rested against you thighs, lining himself up to drag the tip between your folds, spreading your arousal and lubricating his dick. He tilted his head, watching you gaze breathlessly up at him. Your eyes lowered slightly, breath catching as he slid the tip in ever so slightly before stilling for a moment.     "Ready?" he murmured. Upon your nod, he bit his lip, eyes turning dark before roughly driving his hips hard into you. Letting out a soft "ugh", feeling his dick was slam into your guts, the same whimper you made everytime you forgot just how big he was.      “Fuck you’re so tight.” His motion and rhythm perfectly in sync with your body, pleasure was quickly spreading through your limbs, unable to control the noises dripping from your desperate tongue. The sound of bed springs, of the frame's wooden legs dragging loudly against the floor - emitting a fast paced screech - was nothing compared to your cries of "yes", "harder", "faster", or of his name crawling from your weak lips. His grunts were just as desperate, knowing you liked it when he moaned loud for you. You were warm, tight, wet - for him and only him, and he fell down, wrapping his fingers tightly around your throat, causing your eyes to shoot up in breathe-held ecstasy.     "Hold on, baby" he demanded, tone low, before swooping to mould his lips messily against yours, "I want us to cum together." You mumbled a whimper, forcing yourself not to hit the climax, to ignore the knots squeezing your hot core, your teeth scraping at his tongue inside your mouth. As he finally pulled of, breathless, his nose scrunched with a sneered grunt.     "I'm cumming," he moaned against your mouth, attacking your lower lip with weakened teeth. Your hands snatched up, nails sinking into his extended arm, your entire core erupting in an immense, overwhelming heat. Thighs shaking against his waist, your hips bucked up with a gasp, a sudden fiery sensation taking over your entire body, pleasure rushing through your veins as you orgasmed hard. His thrusts forced you to ride out your high for what seemed like forever, nails leaving deep red marks against his back before he drove into you one last time, a low moan mixing with the smirk stained on his satisfied lips. Breathless, Jaehyuk lowered, sliding his hand away from your neck and resting his palm against the mattress to kiss you deeply.     "That was...that was good," he breathed. Chest heaving, you shakily nodded, allowing him to roll off, lying beside you while your body tingled from the experience. Turning his head, Jaehyuk reached out, dragging his fingers slowly over your chest - sending shivers down your spine all over again. He could see your eyes, teeth sinking into your lip while they sparkled in a desperare want for more, and he chuckled.     "Round 2?" he whispered. With a soft smile, you rose to your knees, carefully straddling him, nails sinking into his broad shoulders, before you bowed your head to bite playfully at the skin of his neck. His deep moans made you wet, and his hands planted against your hips made your heart beat faster. Reaching down, you curled fingers lightly around his already hard dick, running your palm over the thick shaft with a soft whine. Eyes flickering, you moved back to slide it carefully inside of you, beginning to feel it stretch you out once more. Your lips pursed, eyes screwing shut as it slipped deep inside.     "Go slow if it hurts," Jaehyuk purred. You obliged, gazing down into his eyes as you reached up to run your fingers through your hair. Jaehyuk's eyes drooped, groaning as you began to slide up and down his dick steadily. Your arms fell around his neck, as Jaehyuk sat up with a deep, desperate breath. He smoothly snaked his embrace around your waist as your hips dragged back and forth, head tilting up to tease his lips over yours.     "Kiss me," he drawled. Your fingers curled around the back of his head, nodding as you pressed your lips submissively to his.     "God how are you so wet already..." he groaned. With sparkling eyes, you suddenly pushed your palms into his chest, forcing him back down against the mattress. Your lips twitched.     "How are you so hard already?" Jaehyuk's voice caught, moaning loudly as you began to move your hips faster, bouncing them in ways that made his entire body erupt in uncontrollable tingles. His fingers sank into the sheets, eyes screwing shut with gritted teeth, his chest and thighs flexing beneath you in a sharp burst of sudden pleasure - until he purred one last desperate grunt, his cum dripping immediately inside of you. Breathless, you fell off, curling your weak fingers through his and rolling over to rest your head against his hot, fast rising chest. Glancing shakily up, you watched sweat drip from his forehead, as he gazed down at you through loving eyes.     "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered. You smiled, blushing with a gentle laugh, and you trailed one finger along his abs, and then slowly along the muscles of his arms, before cuddling intimately into him.     "You're friends will be home soon," you murmured. Winding his arms tightly around you, Jaehyuk closed his eyes.     "Just stay here a little longer..."

[jsteneil]

andreil + the beach

The reception is held in the ground floor rooms of one of Charleston’s many seaside hotels. There’s a lot of seafood on the menu, because Aaron is that kind of person, and vegetarian-like dishes Andrew can pretend he likes so he doesn’t starve until dessert. Aaron glances at him over the tall cake, just before the cheerleader—ex-cheerleader, technically—joins him and they cut the first piece together.

People cheer. One of the little sugar flowers falls off the side of the cake, rolls onto the table, and is picked up by Neil before it can continue its course on the floor.

“Here,” he says, handing Andrew a plate. He drops the flower on top of it like a cherry. His phone clatters on the table when he sits down. “I told them to make it bigger than the others.”

“I don’t care,” Andrew informs him.

The cake is dark chocolate with lemon icing, not sweet enough. Andrew scoops the latter up and drops it in Neil’s plate, who eats one bite, nods and says, “It’s good,” before pushing the plate away.

“I’ll eat your piece if you get rid of the icing,” Andrew says. With Neil, it’s barely a bargain, almost a favor.

Neil eyes the pale yellow mess Andrew deposited in his plate.

“Just eat the cake,” he says, dipping the prongs of his fork in the icing.

He relaxes against the back of his chair, half-turned toward the room and the dancing floor that starts to fill up. He looks exactly the same as he’s always looked at banquets, happy to watch and unaware of what a sight he is. The differences are only more glaring now that they’re out of college. His suit is more expensive than the one he used to don for the NCAA, certainly. Fast on the heels of want is the insidious bite of knowledge that their time is limited and the need to make the most of the hours they have together before they both fly away at the end of the weekend. This feeling was a new discovery for Andrew two years ago, freshly graduated and resigned never to be entirely free of exy.

“Hey,” Neil says when Andrew puts down his fork. He’s staring at Andrew in that insufferable way of his. “Look at me?”

“You seem to be doing fine on your own.”

“Andrew.”

Andrew looks. Neil’s hair is slightly ruffled from where Allison hugged him to her chest earlier. His tie is askew—Andrew’s fingers twitch with the impulse of reaching and tugging it off entirely.

“I didn’t think you’d be the kind to be affected by weddings.”

Neil smiles a little self-deprecatingly. “Didn’t you?”

“Are you?”

“No.” Neil looks away. His hand is resting on the table, half-curved inward like he was starting to put it flat and got interrupted mid-way. Andrew nudges it with his own when Neil fails to keep going. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Yes or no,” Andrew says, not a question. “Simple.”

“Not that simple.”

Andrew reaches out for his hand, shell half-empty lying on the sand, and clasps it in his own.

“Talk,” he says. Neil has mostly always told him the truth, but he needs a gentle nudge from time to time.

Well, Andrew can nudge. The future will be the judge of any gentleness.

“The Hooligans have been doing well lately,” Neil blurts. Habit is the only thing that keeps Andrew in his seat. “They called me before dessert. My transfer’s been accepted. I sign on Monday.”

Andrew squeezes his hand tighter.

“They told you all this in a two-minute phone call?”

“Well, no. But they said everything was going according to plan and that they’d contact me later.” Neil smiles, the secret grin that is only part threatening confidence. “We’re going to play together again.”

Even when he’s maudlin, Neil sees exy before most things. A long-standing relationship makes Andrew suspect it’s only an understatement. He’s expecting a reaction, as he always is, but Andrew only gazes back. Let Neil read what he wants in his eyes—he’s so attuned to Andrew that he’s close to the truth more often than not.

Andrew breaks away first. He lets his eyes glaze over Neil’s shoulder, past the tables more or less empty and to the busy dancing floor. He sees Aaron twirling his wife, her white dress fanning around her like a handkerchief dropping to the floor. Behind them, Kevin and Thea are standing very close together like they’re about to stop talking and start kissing.

“Come on,” he says, standing up suddenly. The door is close; he can already feel the breeze coming from the sea.

The party hasn’t started to spill onto the beach yet. The evening is gray and cloudy, a hint of rain threatening in the distance. They’re the only ones outside and they start down along the pier leading back to the beach and running parallel to the sea.

The heels of their dress shoes echo against the wooden planks, until Neil stops and removes them, bunching up his socks inside them. He half-jump the few inches down to the beach, sinking into the sand up to his ankles.

Andrew stops on the edge of the pier, considering. Neil is still holding his hand—or rather, Andrew is still holding Neil’s hand, and wasn’t that a disorienting thought when it first started to happen—, their height difference reversed by the angle.

Sand in his shoes, or sand on his feet. Andrew doesn’t have much of a choice, not when Neil is looking at him with his serious and earnest expression. His eyes are brightened by the gray light of the twilight.

Andrew takes off his shoes.

Neil smiles. He doesn’t try to hide it, maybe because he knows that these days Andrew won’t do much more than try to kiss it away. Neil never quite manages, but it’s worth a try every time.

Neil’s lips taste like lemon icing. Andrew licks it away, deepening the kiss before a burst of voices from the restaurant make them break apart.

“Sorry,” Allison calls from the terrace of the restaurant. She looks down at them for a moment, grinning, and turns her head when Renee joins her.

Neil doesn’t move, staring at her in that insistent, judgmental way of his. He nods to Renee when she waves, watching her tug Allison back inside when Dan leans into the open door, yelling something indistinct at them over the beat of the music.

They go back inside. Neil and Andrew start walking down toward the sea, the sand getting wetter and colder the farther they go.

The day was warm, but a storm is brewing that will fall later that night or the next morning; for the moment, Andrew enjoys the wind in his hair and the warmth of Neil’s hand in his.

Neil tugs him toward the water until the waves lap at his feet. He kicks at the water without paying much attention to it, and it’s such a stark contrast with his reaction the first time the Foxes went to the beach for a team vacation that a vicious part of Andrew nearly wants to bring it up.

“I can’t believe we’ll be together by the time summer’s over,” Neil says. Andrew hums an agreement instead of talking. As good as Andrew has become at the patience game in his life, this is one he’s glad to see over.

“Old rule still applies,” he replies. “You can fold your own socks.”

It’s almost a joke: Andrew is the one who can never find the pair to his socks. Neil, who’s lived from a duffle bag for half of his life, keeps everything almost too organized.

“I know.” Neil’s tone grows serious. “We need to talk about the apartment.”

“We visit some when you come up in a few weeks.”

“You want to move?”

“Don’t you?” Andrew mocks gently.

“I’d be fine living at your apartment.”

They’ve stopped, halfway into the water. Foam swirls around Andrew’s bare feet. The sensation of disappearing under him is almost disagreeable enough to make him step back toward the beach. Neil is still looking at Andrew, patient as he always to hear what Andrew has to say, like an inverted game of chess.

Andrew could say, “I don’t,” and Neil would probably drop the issue for now.

“I don’t want you to live at my apartment,” he says finally. He means, we and ours.

Neil’s lips twitch. “You know, sometimes, you say the sweetest things.”

“You can sleep under a bridge for all I care,” Andrew lies. One of his rare lies, which doesn’t even count.

Neil’s laugh comes out then, breathy and mutedly joyful. Neither of them is used to expressing their joy and happiness loudly, but as warped as this word has become in their vocabulary, it’s fine. Andrew tugs Neil closer; the shoes Neil held in his other hand knocks into the small of his back when Neil draws his arm around his waist.

Andrew kisses him around his smile, toes digging into the wet sand.

[forever-rogue]

You Belong to Me

A/N: UMM YEAH SO HERE IS THAT HIGHLY REQUEST JEALOUS!JOE SMUT. No plot. Just smutty good of our fave dino boy being all jealous and possessive. Enjoy some filth.

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT ;)

PS - I hope this isn’t total trash, and you can enjoy!

DRABBLE 1 THAT INSPIRED THIS

DRABBLE 2 THAT INSPIRED THIS

MASTERLIST

"I will," he almost growled as he leaned down in front of you, touching your lips with a finger, "soon you won't even remember his name, baby girl. I'll show you how a real man fucks a woman."

"Go on then," you raised your eyebrow as he offered you his hand. You bit your lip, a part of you torn as to whether or not to actually go with him. But the pure carnal look in his eyes was enough to convince you otherwise. You took his hand and he helped you up, "you better not make me regret this."

"The only thing you'll regret is us not properly fucking sooner," he winked at you as he laced his fingers through yours and pulled you along with him to the staircase. He stopped and turned around to give Gwil and Ben a cheeky wave, "don't bother waiting up, gents. It'll be a long night."

"Joey!" you shoved him slightly and he just laughed as he bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time, making sure you were following closely.

Once you got into his bedroom, you looked around the familiar space. You had been there a thousand times before but this time was different, very different.

Joe came up behind you and wrapped his around your waist, and started kissing your neck. You pushed back against him as his hands started to wander under your shirt, tracing shapes and figures all over your bare skin.

"Wanted this for so long," he whispered in your ear, his hands traveling up and starting to massage your breasts. You subconsciously ground your hips into his, feeling his already hard cock against your ass, “should have done this sooner. Want those pretty lips around my cock.”

“You could have just asked,” you teased, reaching between the two of you and palming his erection. He reached up and unclasped your bra, letting it slide down your arms, “you gonna use that big mouth and eat my pussy like a real man?”

He whipped you around quickly, and pawed at your shirt, giving you a shirt before he ripped it, quite literally, off your body and discarded it onto the floor, followed by your bra. Joe put his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you down until you were on your knees, face level with his erection.

“It isn’t gonna suck itself,” he raised as eyebrow as he gestured between your mouth and his cock. You looked at him with wide doe eyes, taking your time to undo his belt, popping the button, and pulling the zipper down. You pulled his pants down and boxers down, which he promptly kicked off and licked your lips at the sight of weeping cock. It was even better than you had remembered, although you had been half drunk then too. He was probably a bit bigger than Ben, although both of them were impressive specimens.

“So hard for me, Joey? Look at your cock, look at how badly you want this,” you giggled at, spitting in your hand and wrapping it around his shaft. You pumped his cock a few times, coating it with this precum and your spit. He watched you with a hungry look in his eyes, bucking his hips so slightly, but he wasn’t ready to relinquish control to you, “so pretty.”

“In your mouth. Now,” he commanded and obliged him, taking him into your mouth, using one hand to massage his balls and the other to pump the bit you couldn’t quite fit in your mouth. You worked slowly at first, making sure to draw it as long as possible to rile him up. Joe wasn’t having it though, taking his hand and forcing your head towards his crotch, making sure you took him in completely. You almost gagged on his cock, making all sorts of obscene noises as tears formed in the corners of your eyes, “fuck. You take my cock so well. Look at that pretty little mouth all filled up.”

He finally gave you some relief, letting you pull off of his cock to get some air. You took a moment to breathe a line of spit connecting your lips and the tip of cock. You looked at him as you licked his tip to collect the saliva and precum, running your tongue along your own lips to swallow it.

“You gonna let me do all the work?” you asked him innocently, “Ben fucked my mouth. Are you gonna show me how a real man does it, Joey? Ben’s just a boy after all.”

“You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?’ he asked and you just nodded, giving him a sweet smile. He reached down and grabbed your face roughly, sending shivers down your spine, “you act all innocent but I know better. I know a slut when I see one. I’ll give you want you, baby girl.”

He grabbed his cock and shoved it roughly in your mouth. You moaned his cock, spurring him on as he kept a hand tightly gripping you hair. You put his hands on thighs to balance yourself as he started to thrust into your mouth. The snap of his snaps was languid at first, the slowly sounds were your light gagging and his soft moans as he took his sweet time. The feeling of your warm mouth around his cock, mixed with the sight if you taking him all in was almost enough to drive him over the edge.

As he pulled back to thrust in again, you pulled back and looked at with a mischievous smirk, “is that the best you can do? Fuck my mouth like you mean it.”

He watched you like a hunter stalking his prey as he grabbed your head again, rougher this time, and forced you completely on him. He made you wait a few seconds before pulling you off and repeating the actions several times, “you like it rough, don’t you? Such a pretty little slut. You’re mine now. I’ll make you remember who owns you.”

With those words, you moaned around him, growing wetter at the idea of his possessiveness. He gave you a wink before he bucked his hips and started to fuck your mouth like you had been wanting. It was a brutal pace, and he gave you no mercy as he kept going on, calling you all sorts of filthy things under his breath. Tears were of pain and pleasure were running down your face as he carried on with his ministrations.

After what seemed like a small eternity, his thrusts started to waver slightly, becoming more slow and erratic as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. You looked at him silently telling to let go and cum. He already had plans for that though, “you’re going to swallow every last bit. And if you don’t, I won’t eat that delicious pussy of yours.”

You squeezed his thigh in reassurance that you would comply, and he gave a few more thrusts before groaning and releasing in your mouth. You kept him in your mouth as you sucked his cock to get out every last bit of hot cum he had to offer.

He slowly let go of your hair, and you pulled back a little, getting go of him with a loud pop. Maintaining eye contact with him, you licked up and down and his shaft, cleaning him off. Opening your mouth, you showed him that you had swallowed everything, “good enough for you?”

He reached down and wiped away a few of your remaining tears, giving you an almost tender look, “such a good girl. You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Mhmm,” you agreed as he pulled up and moved a hand to the waistband of your leggings. They were probably also ruined by now, completely soaked through with your arousal.

“Your turn,” he smirked, “I bet Ben didn’t even use his mouth on you did he?”

“No,” you shook your head as he putting his hand in your leggings and started to run a finger along your soaked folds. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as you leaned into his touch, “fuck, Joey, just like that.”‘

Joe nudged you in the direction of his bed,  gently pushing you down on it. He gave you a searing kiss before working down your body leaving open mouthed kisses all over your exposed skin. He nipped at the delicate skin, making sure to leave marks even more prominent than Ben had. No one would know Ben had even touch you. You were all his now.

He tugged down your leggings, smirking when he saw that you weren’t wearing panties. He threw the clothing to the side and spread your legs gently, kissing and biting at the insides of your thighs. You moaned as he got closer and closer to your soaked core, taking his time as you had with him.

You tried to reach down and guide his head directly where you needed him, but swatted your hand away, “I don’t think so. I’m in charge here, pretty girl.”

“Please,” you almost whimpered at him, and he slowly traced a finger along your folds, soaking up the wetness on his fingers. He stared at you as he put the digit in his mouth and sucked it clean, “need you now.”

“Who do you belong to?” he asked as he started to gently circle over your clit, causing you to arch your back. He used a hand to pin down your hips and keep in place, “tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you moaned as he pushed a finger into you, curling it expertly and almost effortlessly finding your g spot. You didn’t bother to hold back all the whimpers and moans that were spilling out of your mouth, “you, Joey, you. I belong to you.”

“That’s what I thought,” he added another finger, pumping them in and out rapidly as he finally put his mouth on your soaked core. He ran his tongue deftly over your clit, taking time to lick and suck like it was his only job in life. He pulled out his fingers and replaced him with his tongue, and you were soon a writhing mess under him, whimpering and mewling at his actions, “so fucking delicious.”

“I’m so close,” you pouted at the loss of his mouth on your pussy, “please let me cum. I want to know how it feels when a real man makes me cum.”

“You think you’ve been good enough?” he taunted you, kissing your clit and letting his tongue linger there for a few seconds. You wiggled your hips so he would continue, and he decided to oblige and running his tongue along your folds. You looked at him desperately, you orgasm quickly approaching, “cum for me then, baby girl. Cum all over my face.”

“jeezuschristjoeyfuckfuckfuck,” spilled out of your mouth as you saw stars, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy as he worked you through your orgasm. He keep his mouth on you, lapping up every bit of your juices, not stopping until you went limp, chest heaving at from the pure bliss he had just given you.

He watched you as he gave you a few more soft licks before pulling himself up and looming over your body. You bit your lip as you stared at him, his wet glistening with your wetness. There was something so hot and carnal about the way he looked at you, hungry for more.

You grabbed his face and pulled him down to you lips, tasting yourself on him. It started off slow at first, but he soon took over, kissing along your jawline and neck, biting at the skin. His hand wandered down south again as he started to finger you once more, slowly this time as to not overstimulate you all at once.

“Look at you,” he whispered against your skin, “so desperate for my touch. So wet again for me. Who do you belong to?”

“You,” he took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it as it instantly hardened due to his actions, repeating the action on the other one.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You.”

“These tits?”

“You.”

“This ass?”

“You,” you were whimpering under him as he gripped your hips tightly, watching you slowly fall apart underneath him. The smug look on his face suggested he was more proud than he had ever been.

“Nothing for Ben,” he growled, making sure you were positive that you were his. You licked your lips and nodded, watching as he jerked himself a few times before lining up at your entrance. You were trembling with anticipation as he slowly started to push himself in, letting you adjust to his considerable girth, “fuck, you’re so tight. It’s like you were made for my cock.”

“Fuck me, Joe, fuck me please,” you moaned, as he buried himself completely inside you. He let out a heavy breath as he waited a few moments before he started to move.

He went slowly at first, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in to the hilt. It was slow and pleasurable, the familiar tingling started to build up already. But you wanted more and you could tell he was holding back. He removed a hand from your hip, circling over your sensitive clit slowly, the only sounds in the room where your panting and a slew of moans and quiet curses.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he said as leaned down to kiss you, “I’m never going to get tired of this pussy.”

“Then take me,” you begged him, “fuck me and let everyone know I belong to you.”

That was the last bit of encouragement that he needed before he thrust harshly into you, letting himself remain buried inside of you. He readjusted your hips slightly, making sure to get the perfect angle before he started to pound into you.

He was practically fucking you into oblivion as he continued his assault on you, murmuring things that still made you blush into your ear. How you had waited this long to give him another go was beyond you. He knew exactly what he was doing.

The sound of skin slapping on skin echoed through the room as you chanted his name like a prayer, encouraging him to go harder and faster. You probably wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a week at this rate, but you didn’t care. You just wanted another orgasm.

“’m close,” he said through gritted teeth, head thrown back in pure pleasure as his thrusts grew more sloppy. You were right behind him, pleasure slowly sinking in as you felt another orgasm building up, “gonna cum in you.”

“Fill me up with your cum, Joey, give it to your good little slut,” you encouraged him and you could feel his cock start to twitch as he gave you a few more purposeful thrusts. He groaned as his hot cum started to coat your walls, giving your clit a few more gentle touches so you’‘d cum with him. You moan at the stimulation, closing your eyes to ride it out as he collapsed onto of you.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder as you both tried to catch your breath, “you’re amazing.”

“Not so bad yourself,” you let out a small laugh as he slowly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty. He went to grab something to clean up but you held onto his wrist and shook her head, “leave it. I love feeling your cum dripping out of me.”

He almost moaned at your words, moving to take a look at his handiwork. A beautiful sight, he decided. He pulled your legs apart and put his mouth near your pussy, giving you a smirk before he ran his tongue along your folds to capture the mixture of his cum and your juices. He came back up to you, swallowing everything before kissing you, giving you a good taste of himself and you. You didn’t think you’d ever seen anything hotter.

“Look at what you’ve done to me, baby girl,” he pointed at his already half hard cock, causing you to giggle, “I hope you’re not tired.”

“Wide awake,” you promised, reaching over and grabbing his cock, starting to jerk him slowly, “you’ve worked so hard, Joey, let me give something to you.”

He looked at you to say something but you put a finger to his lips, and forced him to lie down on the bed. You took your time to kiss him, making him the same as he did to you while jerking him off. You kissed along his collarbones, and neck, finding his sweet spot with almost no effort and he bucked his hips into your hand.

“Who does this cock belong to?” you turned the tables on him, seeing him at your complete mercy.

“You,” he choked out as you kiss down his chest, making sure to press you breasts against him. It wasn’t going to take long for him to cum again, but you had a plan for that, “baby-”

“My turn,” you interrupted him as you straddled his hips and slowly lined him up at your entrance. You slowly sunk down on his cock, moaning at the feeling of him filling you up again. You leaned down and kissed as you started to slowly grind yourself on him, and placing his hands on your breasts, “I’m gonna give the best ride of your life.”

“Shit,” he groaned as you slowly started to bounce on his cock, “why haven’t we done this sooner?”

“I guess I just need to try out a few boys before I got a real man,” you teased, moving in time with the light thrust of his hips, “Ben who? I only know Joe.”

He leaned up and moved his mouth onto your breast, sucking and nipping gently, “who do you belong?”

“You.”

That was all it took before the two of came undone again, repeating each other’s names like it was the only thing either of you knew.

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Hey! Congrats on 1k, that's brilliant! Can i please request a blurb with prompt 51 from the first list and prompt 10 from the second list ❤

thank you, love!! sorry it took so long to get to!! also, there wasn’t a 51 on the list so I went with 41 I hope that’s okay!! and it’s so long I got carried away lol

**the reader is pregnant in this as a lil nod to my fave @nnatasha :))

“How ‘bout you come and help me out, huh?”

“Were you just touching yourself?” ‘Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?’

It was a lazy Sunday in the Holland house and you were propped up on the couch next to Tom, a bowl of chips resting on your belly. He was watching some golf tournament, but you weren’t really paying attention. Instead, you were focused on his hands, his fingers, that were drawing shapes absentmindedly on your thigh. It was something that he did all the time anyway, but for whatever reason it was driving you crazy today.

Ever since you’d gotten pregnant you’ve been unbelievably horny, and at first, it was great. You dragged Tom to bed every chance you got, and he certainly didn’t complain. You left dinners, parties, and even movies early, unable to go another minute without having him inside you. Watching Tom sneak out of bathrooms and closets after messing around with you, cheeks pink and hair tousled was one of your favorite things and often led to an immediate round two. You were insatiable, and Tom had always called you out for it with an appreciative smirk and nip at your bottom lip.

But as the months passed and your body started to change more and more, your confidence began to dwindle. You still wanted Tom all the time, but you didn’t think he felt the same way. With your fluctuating weight and growing stomach, how could he possibly find you as attractive as he had before? He hadn’t said anything about it of course, but you knew he was too nice to. And it wasn’t just that. You didn’t feel as sexy as you used to, you weren’t as sure of yourself and your body. The pounds you were gaining weren’t just around your stomach and it made you insecure, all of it made you insecure.

You attributed any advance he made towards you as something he felt obligated to do, and shrugged him off with an apologetic smile, so after a while he stopped trying altogether, content to spend afternoons together with you like this, relaxing and watching tv together.

What you didn’t know was that he thought the exact opposite. Seeing you like this actually turned him on. He was in awe that over the fact that your body was creating a whole new life inside of it and you acted like it was almost nothing. You were the strongest woman he knew and all he wanted to do was worship your body and pleasure you for carrying his child, but your sex drive had seemingly taken a dive and he wasn’t about to be selfish while you were doing all the hard work. So he resolved to quietly getting himself off in the shower to thoughts of you and keeping himself in check when you spent time together.

You always tried to pay attention to golf even though you hated it, just for the sake of being able to make conversation with Tom while it was happening, but today your mind was on other things. You watched as some guy you’d never seen before hit a golf ball into the lake and tensed as Tom’s hand squeezed your leg as he exclaimed at the tv.

“Oi, that was fucking awful!” he shouted, not releasing his grip on your leg.

You fought the urge to squirm as heat rushed to your core and sucked in a deep breath through your teeth.

“You alright, love?” Tom asked as he ripped his attention away from the tv, his voice laced with concern.

You shifted on the couch and rolled your neck, rubbing it lightly with your hand.. “Just a muscle cramp,” you lied and cleared your throat.

“Want me to rub your neck?” he offered, turning his body towards you.

“Um, yeah sure,” you agreed (like an idiot), hoping it would take your mind off of what you really wanted him to do to you.

You put the bowl of chips on the coffee table in front of you and scooted back closer to Tom so that you could sit between his legs. He brushed your hair out of the way softly and put one hand on each shoulder, just underneath the collar of your shirt. His hands were cold at first, and you shivered as he moved his fingers along your skin and began to apply pressure. He worked his thumbs into the muscles of your neck as he half-watched the tournament, pressing a little harder whenever a player made a particularly good or bad shot.

The burning between your thighs didn’t subside as he massaged your neck, you didn’t know why you thought it would. You groaned as he started to press a little more firmly, wishing his fingers would wander a little further under your shirt.

“Feel good?” he asked with a little smirk.

“Mhm,” you replied with a nod of you head.

“I’m glad. Is your neck feeling any better?”

You sat up straighter and leaned away from him so that his hands fell away from your shoulders. He looked at you in confusion.

“Um, yeah, thank you.” You swallowed thickly, pressing your legs together.

“Darling?”

“I’m feeling a little sick actually, so I’ll-I’ll be right back,” you leapt up from the couch and made a run for your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You knew Tom wouldn’t follow you because you didn’t like him to see you getting sick, even though he wanted to take care of you.

You heard him call out after you, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Your mind was ironically too cloudy with thoughts of him, of his hands and all the things he could do with them to make any sense of what he’d said. You shrugged off your t-shirt and sweatpants in record time, leaving your socks on, and jumped onto the bed as quietly as possible. You didn’t waste any time slipping your fingers under the waistband of your panties, gasping when you finally applied pressure to where you needed it most. You were even wetter than you thought, making it easy to work two of your fingers inside of you at once.

You bit your lip, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Your back arched off the bed when you brought your thumb to your clit and you cursed under your breath. The combination of relief and pleasure was indescribable and you felt yourself getting close fast.

You imagined Tom’s fingers pumping in and out of you and his lips on your neck and couldn’t help but moan out a little.

You were nearly over the edge when you heard the bedroom door open and froze, eyes wide, and saw a very red faced Tom.

“What the fuck?” he asked. You read a mixture of anger and lust in his eyes and gulped. “Were you just touching yourself?”

“Um, it isn’t what you think?” you lied even though it was futile.You knew it looked pretty bad, you were completely naked on the bed, hand down your panties, all sweaty and blissed out.

He crossed his arms. “I was listening at the door, y/n, don’t play dumb.”

“You were listening?” you accused, still aware of how guilty you looked with your fingers still literally inside of you.

“Yes, because you said you were sick! I wanted to make sure you were okay!”

“Well, I’m almost done, or at least I was. Don’t worry we can keep watching golf in a minute.”

“I don’t fucking care about golf, y/n,” he spat, then softened a little. “Why didn’t you ask me to help? With, y’know...” he trailed off nodding in the direction of your hand.

Your lip began to tremble. “I didn’t want to make you.”

“Make me? What are you on about?”

You glanced down at your body and shrugged. “I know my body is different and bigger and just...not like it used to be, so I didn’t want to make you do anything if you didn’t think I was as attractive anymore.”

You thought Tom’s eyes might pop out of his head the way he was looking at you. “What on earth made you think that?”

“I dunno, I just don’t feel like myself I guess, and I thought you might think I was gross now or something.”

“Love, no- absolutely not. If anything, it’s the opposite! You look...so gorgeous like that, what you’re doing, creating life, is fucking incredible. I get hard just thinking about you these days,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Wait, really?” you asked, sitting up a little more.

“Uh yeah,” he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Controlling myself around you has been really hard, but I thought the hormones had kicked your sex drive so I didn’t want to push you. I mean, especially because you’re already doing so much.:”

“I’m always horny,” you groaned, tossing your head back onto the pillows. “I think it’s worse than before?”

“Really?” Tom asked eagerly and you could swear you saw his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

“Really.”

“Have you, uh, have you come yet?” he asked, licking his lips.

You shook your head, starting to move your thumb over your clit again. “How ‘bout you come over here and help me out, huh?”

“Don’t need to ask me twice,” he said cockily, pulling his t-shirt up and over his head.

He wiggled out of his sweats too, and hopped up on the bed next to you. He kissed you harshly on the lips before moving in between your legs.

“Wanna taste,” he mumbled, taking your hand that was still occupied by the wrist and bringing your fingers to his mouth, sucking all the way down to your knuckles. He looked up at you with your fingers in his mouth, eyes nearly black with lust. You moaned and arched towards him. He released your wrist and grinned.“That’s it darling,” he said lowly, “want to make you feel so good.”

You managed to raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?”

“Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

He nodded. “What’d you have in mind?”

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