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The Temptress

Synopsis: After a series of unfortunate events, you find yourself bonded to both Jake and Neytiri. Jake has been your rock, a solid support during difficult times. However, as time went on, even the simplest aspects of your personality began to captivate him. It felt wrong, like a transgression against his morals. Yet, you remained there, so... prettily and he came to yearn you just as you did him.

Jake Sully/Tsyeyk te Suli x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Inter-femoral sex (thigh fucking), hickeys, implied feelings of cheating (not really), porn w backstory, rough sex, DILF! (His locs and dad bod in movie two 🙂‍↕️), slightly more mature Jake, plot changes for convenience, Switch!Jake, Switch!Reader, Both are Omatikaya, and suggests that reader is also in love with Neytiri (in progress + 3some)

Word Count: 5,000 (written maniacally at 3am)

Note: Three year hiatus over?! I love my dom reader fics, but I’m experimenting. Similarly to my previous works, transitions in the story WILL be outlined so you can skip around. ALSO, FEEL FREE TO IMAGINE “PRIME” JAKE OR CURRENT JAKE, both can apply in this scenario.

Amid the bioluminescent splendor of Pandora’s mystical forest, the air hums with unseen energy, and the flora pulses with an ancient, glowing rhythm. Its glow is a valiant painting of the night in hues of violet, azure, and pink. Beneath the embrace of an enormous, luminescent tree, its roots twisting like veins of liquid light, you and Jake sit nestled within its radiant sanctuary. The plush moss settled beneath you two like a mother's swaddle. Expressions flushed with the humid warmth of mingled breath and the musk of sex overwhelmed your senses. Ethereal spores drift like whispered secrets, while the distant calls of creatures echo through the iridescent canopy. With an aching mind and body, your figures are attracted like magnets. The very sight of him sparking an unfamiliar animalistic urge that set your skin alight. Clumsily, he reached for you and—.

….

Being one of Pandora’s many hunters, you were a warrior for the Omatikaya Na’vi. The clans were civil amongst one another; a common enemy made its reappearance when peace drew near. Sky people. You were fierce, wielding courage as if it were a blade. Being devoted was an understatement, and like many, you worshiped the very ground you walked on. Fate, toying with your life’s monotony, has given you a permanent gift of misfortune. During the chaos of battle, the clan chief and your comrade, Jake Sully, had crossed paths with you. Your body seized with an erotic flux that blundered against the adrenaline thundering in your veins. It was unpredictable, unprecedented, and cruel. Unsure of how it occurred, your queue linked. In a dazed panic, you both frantically retreated with a painful untethering of the nerve. The connection was made, and it was too late. You were his second wife, now holding a partial bond with him.

The Na’vi were a monogamous species. This altered reality caused complications unlike any other. His wife, Neytiri, was conflicted and mistrusting. Her gaze sharper than any dagger in your heart. Finding yourself unwelcome, you isolated yourself in anger, and the days drew near. Days soon became weeks, and little by little sunlight had broken through the rain. Jake, although being conflicted himself, expressed comfort amidst the weary expression on his face. The bond, now connecting the three of you, left an invisible pull towards them both. Finding ways to reconcile, you would sleep near the couples snonivi and hunt fish/craft bows as an offering. It was masochistic with every hiss Neytiri cast in your direction when you wouldn't relent. The lingering gaze between you two was once tepid, becoming tainted with a fondness. You found solace in Jake and found the battle occurring within your heart was being won.

…

The first touches of affection were gentle hand holding. You would usually invite Jake to gather avùn as an excuse to buy his time. Humid air bubbled against your skin as his palms' warmth radiated through your limbs. The grasp was firm, with a sense of delicacy. This relationship was fragile but playful, much like how he handled you.

Traveling through the thick brushes of foliage, the sound of a rushing stream caught your attention. Blades of grass tickled the soles of their feet, and the sound of nature mingled amongst their footsteps. Finding a bush, you kneeled to collect yovo fruit. It was scaly and purple, just small enough to fit multiple in the palm of your hand. During this process, your absentminded eyes roamed his back. The hair was long and silky, its shadow enhancing his muscled back as shadows enveloped him. His curious yellow eyes landed on you, a memory dawning itself in your present view.

It was an earlier morning; you and Jake had agreed to hunt as another peace offering for Neytiri. He was your optimistic anchor and always had you within view. As you firmly secured the handcrafted bow to your torso, your eyes flickered up to meet his groggy ones. He had already been watching from afar, observing all he liked about you. Your elegance, the way your ears fluttered in response to sound, and that tail that dusted the ground, whose fur usually glided along his skin comfortingly.

With a deep breath, he stood, wiping the drowsiness from his eyes. “How did you sleep? Tell me when you’re ready. I want to find food before the first meal.” Your voice cut through his tranquil solitude. “I slept well enough,” he replied, scrambling to grab and secure his bow with a reassuring nod.

Traveling down the winding roots of the newly formed Home Tree, your feet briskly carried you forward, causing Jake to saunter in a full sprint. The chase was short-lived; nonetheless, your heart thumped violently in your chest. Beads of sweat glistened against their skin, allowing them to tread through vines that threatened to grasp you. With every drop to a new forest floor, a call of pure glee in your element echoed from the depths within. The feel of his eyes boring into your skin made your hair stand on end, he joined, his voice intertwined with yours.

Coming to a slowed halt, your eyes caught wind of migrating viper wolves. Their rugged and agile bodies rustled through the terrain. Two lagging behind, seemingly acting without their mother, were vastly apart. His ears perked up in anticipation; the looming trees created a natural barricade. Pulling the bow from his back, his eyes focused on the delayed sound of paws. There was a palpable moment of silence. With a swift movement, he aimed his bow, and his arrow shot in its trajectory. A shrill yelp echoed, and the second went flying. An impressed glint lingered in your eye; you should’ve expected that from the former Toruk Makto and new chief. Your body reacts before the remainder of you; your arrow flies with clean precision. It would be risky for it to alert the other wolves. “Damn…” He whispered.

Waiting it out, you two emerged, taking your knives to end the animal's suffering with a prayer. With a delighted expression, you planned to create ornaments for Neytiri using its hide. This was the moment you two finally could speak alone. Releasing a breath you weren’t aware you’d been holding, you thanked him. “Thanks…” He said, his pride inflated upon hearing your praise. “You did great too.” He continued.

Traveling through the foliage once more, you urged him to follow you. Your mind reconciled with current grievances. Dealing with two wives now couldn’t have been easy; you would soon see that his stamina was more than enough. “I forgive you,” you muttered with a sideways glance. He hadn’t prioritized your nightly rendezvous the previous day. His ears stood as a smug but toothy grin enveloped his expression. His gaze and feet followed behind you as if enamored.

“So, who were you before becoming one of us?” You asked. While he was well known, respectively, you had done little to find out more about him. Crawling onto large branches, your fingers reached down to assist him. He joined you, somewhat struck by the subtle intimacy. He crawled up… by himself. Okay, that was awkward. “Life before was different,” he replied. “I was a marine, a human warrior fighting battles on earth.” The last part nearly sounded like he was gloating. With finely pressed lips, you responded sarcastically. “Sorry for trying to help,” your feet nimbly trudged forward as if to race him. ”That explains why you have more muscle mass than the others.” The others were in reference to the Omatikaya men. If that didn’t inflate his already bolstering smugness, I don’t know what will. It was a reluctant admission that you often stared. “Yeah. Yeah, I mean it comes with the territory…” His words faded as embarrassment shook your bones.

Returning to the present moment, your fingers extended to him, offering him fruit as you popped one in your mouth. “Thanks,” he said quietly, plucking one and sucking on its tartly sweet flavor. Your hands joined once more, walking along the riverbank. With an innocent expression, you stared up at him as your tail simultaneously wet itself in nearby water. Flicking the river's cold water onto his back, you made a dash only to realize his fingers grip tightened. With an amused and disbelieving sigh, he commented. “Oh no you don’t,” and the last thing you see is a puddle of water hurtling towards you between a fit of laughter. The laughing died down, though, when his eyes drifted to the wet feather necklace being clad against the swell of your breasts.

BLAH BLAH BLAH PROPER NAME PLACE NAME BACKSTORY STUFF, SMUT, AND SUGGESTIVE CONTENT BEGINS HERE, BOOKIE.

The second instance was during the night. It was after ti-yom, and Jake suggested you two spend time alone. You had pulled Jake aside, feeling that pleasantries were over and your needs were overwhelming. In the solitude of the carved huts, you spoke hurriedly. “That day we mated was pure adrenaline, and I couldn’t differentiate the aftermath of battle and tsaheylu.” With a hushed voice, you continued. “I want to go to the Tree of Voices and experience it properly. What’s happened cannot be undone.” It was the most pressing request and current desire.

His eyes searched yours, widening slightly with a hint of curiosity. He nodded in understanding; he could recall it vividly. For the first time in a while, he seemed… quiet. The silence drove you mad. “We don’t have to; I’m content with what we have now.” You lied; you wanted that full bond, and you wanted to be greedy. With uncharacteristic panic arising in your expression, his fingers gently gripped your forearm. “Hey, hey, hey, hey, easy….” He calmed, his hands shifting to cup your cheek. “I just wasn’t expecting it. Honestly, I’ve wanted it too. It’s not crazy to ask.” It was. Was it his hormones? Probably, the memory of his and Neytiri’s night briefly flashed in his mind.

With a hushed thanks, he turned away to guide you to the tree. A rush of emotions enthralled the humming nerves within your bodies. The gesture was feigned friendliness on behalf of you both. It was the underlying connection and gravitation he had towards you. With heavy footsteps, you followed. The elders described tsaheylu with your mate as a spiritual bonding and an erotic transcendence. An experience of your partner's very being.

As you approached the majestic tree, his gaze lingered on your figure as you brushed past him. There was an innate thrill in forming a proper bond with you. “Are you sure you want this?” You asked, giving him the opportunity to back out. “I’m sure… I want this.” A slight huskiness resided in his voice; you were certain you didn’t imagine it. His calloused palms rested against your cheeks, your foreheads pressing against one another; the slight darkening on his gaze was narrowly missed.

With a gentle pull, you both kneeled. Fetching the braid from your hair, you brought its length forward. Their eyes were glazed as if mesmerized. The tendrils exited your hair, its queue seeking his. His tall figure loomed slightly over yours; he closed the distance, and his queue linked with yours.

The faint trembling of your fingers was quelled by the urgent grasp of his. Your heartbeats began to sync into one; the strong beat rattled against your chest like a war drum. Its immediate connection was nothing short of electrifying; a pool of saliva gathered in your mouth. A soft gasp escaped his lips; the sensation flowing from you two was strong with a profound intimacy. Until that feeling returned. Your limbs began reacting in ways you nearly couldn’t control, being overpowered in the moment. It felt as though you were floating; it was mind-numbing, and your fingers cupped his cheeks with a harsh gasp. It felt like a lack of oxygen and pure bliss. Unable to withhold the sound, a broken moan, unlike any pitch you heard before, exited you. Your body jerked as if seeking his warmth; the pleasant tingles filled your senses.

The new intimate gesture nearly caused a devilish grin to settle on his face. His lips pursed together, his skin prickling with the reaction to your sounds. They were like an angelic melody, a new song to hear in the night. The way your body moved nearly had him in a trance; it was too much yet not enough. His hips instinctively pulled you closer, your pelvis lifting and your navel now pressed firmly against his lips. It seemed like he underestimated his strength; the dig of his fingertips into my hips should’ve been painful, yet instead earned a pornographic moan in its stead. Your fingers cradled his head against you as you lurched forward. Nothing seemed to calm, rather intensifying. The close-lipped groans became useless, and the lights surrounding you grew blinding.

Through labored breaths he groaned and growled; the feeling of your heart pounding shook his ears. A shiver ran down his spine as this felt like the orgasm of the century. His mind and senses were utterly consumed by you. The sound of ragged breaths grew louder, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily. His cock pressed firmly against the material of his loincloth, a dribble of precum staining the front.

Covered in a sheen of sweat, emotions hurtled through you like a brick. His nose expanded with a strong inhale. The sweet, musky scent of your pussy growing wetter nearly made him double over. Its arousal was caused by him, and his scent lingered across your form like an invisible marking. His teeth grazed the skin of your abdomen, tingles shooting down his spine. The moans nearly became cries as your toes curled; it was desperate. You were touch-starved by your own volition, and it felt lascivious. Being connected like this, you could feel the neural firing of his brain. Greed tempted you further as your vision clouded. “Jake, Jake, Jake….” You repeated his name slowly like a mantra, your fingers digging into his scalp.

His chest rattled with a growl of desire, his hands instinctively clasping around you. They trembled ever so slightly. “I got you,” he murmured against your skin, his words reassuring while needy. He was nearly ready to risk it all; the Na’vi were extremely fertile. You would look beautiful, swollen with his seed, or even just his cock alone. His stamina and libido in this body left it so he could indulge to his heart's desire. Specifically, a new desire to explore the pussy in front of him, to have it clench around his digits with coats of your arousal. He nearly melted imagining it. However, there was hesitation, and the minutes grew longer. You stared down at him, and his eyes found yours with a cocky grin; just before you could lean down for a kiss, the queue disconnected. The interruptions left you two in a breathless heap. His desires were overwhelming, and the mutual uncertainty caused you to pull the plug.

Bathing in the satisfying afterglow, you both wondered: Could she sense the bond between you two grow stronger?

“Sorry, I didn’t think it would be that intense.” His cheeky grin spelled liar.

OKAY, ACTUAL SEX PART, LET ME COOK.

Watching the sun migrate, the moon began to take its place. The late evening hour approaches fast. Approaching the familiar weeping tree, your fingers buried themselves in the sturdy bark as you scaled its height. Seating yourself in its foliage-covered center, the plush moss that tickled your feet was like a soothing swaddle. Removing your bow sling, you placed it beside you, cross-legged with the small log drum perched in between. The gentle light of the surrounding area enveloped the tree in a soothing glow, its gleam reflecting in your eyes. While taking in the tree's beauty, a familiar shadow emerged, its body rustling in the bushes.

Jake emerged through the fauna, his presence bringing a subtle change in the atmosphere. He moved with the practiced grace of a hunter; his muscles ripped beneath his skin with the minute softness around his midsection, and the sight adorned with the traditional loincloth. The dark tresses of his hair framed his face, illuminated by the soft light filtering through the leaves. Taking an eager seat beside you, a soft smile crept across his features. His eyes settled on the drum between your legs with faint curiosity. “You came,” You said, with a meek whisper. “I waited all day for you.” The second statement is slightly humorous.

He chuckled softly, his tail flicking against the tree limbs in satisfaction. “All day? Really?” The words were airy as he teased. “I missed you too.” In a not-so-subtle way, he reciprocated that he had been anticipating your presence. “What’s with the drum?” He asked, his head nodding slightly in its direction. His eyes nearly made you self-conscious; you could see yourself in his reflection. The carefully woven jewelry plated against your skin, your hair was styled differently with strands framing your features, the curve of your plush lips automatically smiling, and while slender like most, your curves were slightly softer.

“There will be a festival soon; the child can have this.” Right, Neytiri had borne their first child. His gaze took in your appearance, comparing it to his physique. A subtle hint of admiration lingered in his gaze as it roamed the delicate curves of your figure. As you spoke, your fingers gently caressed the drum with mallets, its rhythm reminiscent of a gentle heartbeat. The instrument echoed within, and its lingering muse created a quiet symphony. “I crafted this before training… Did you and Neytiri enjoy the day? You two seemed occupied.”

Though unintentional, you spat a little jealousy. His smile grew at the sound of your obliviousness. “Yeah, we spent time with the little one. She was calmer today.” His gaze flickered like there was something urging to leap from his throat, but it wouldn’t. “What were you doing training so late?” His body leaned back slightly. “There is no war; I find myself lost without one.” Your fingers came to a slow stop, a wistfulness in your words. Setting the drum aside, you continued. “Lost track of time.” With an understanding hum, he murmured. “Don’t worry about it, I get it.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly in response. “And what about you?” You said curtly, your head turning to face him. “You ask me to get along with your family, yet you’re distant with me. You only meet me at night; what am I? A special mistress.” It was sarcastic… but sort of. He smirked with a chuckle that dripped in amusement. “A special mistress?” He pretended to ponder before feigning a hurt expression. Placing a hand over his chest, he mocked painfully, “I’m hurt, truly. I thought our little trysts in the night were our little secret.”

“It would be if you weren’t always caught.” Your eyes rolled at his display of dramatics, a chortle of your own escaping you. “I’m starting to think you don’t want me.” The words left before you could grasp them. “What makes you think I don’t want you?” The question itself made your ears prick in delight. Whacking him gently upside the head with your tail, you scoffed. “Don’t play with my feelings, Sully—“

“You know it’s more than wanting.” He said, reflexively soothing his scalp.

You were turned away from him, stalling your movements.

“Then what is it?”

The quiet sound of shuffling grew closer. His movements were slow but deliberate as his warmth radiated against your back mere centimeters away. His head is craning over your shoulder to look into your eyes, “You know exactly what it is.” A brief silence overwhelmed us. “Do I?” You replied inconspicuously. A touch, a kiss, a handhold—you craved it all shamelessly. “You’ll have to show me by giving me a taste.” It was a promiscuity you had yet to indulge in, but you couldn’t resist. His breath tickled the nape of your neck. “I can do that…” His voice dropping an octave, the rasp ringing in your ears. His fingers confidently found your hips, pulling you between his knees so your ass rests just above his pelvis. “And more.” You could feel his grin against your neck.

The hair on your skin stood at attention, frazzled by the lustful frenzy you hurtled towards. With the slightest nod, he began his assault, tracing gentle kisses down your neck. His face nuzzled into the crook of it as he inhaled your scent like it was his lifeline. The gentle scraping of his calloused fingertips traveled up your abdomen and was both comforting and alluring. “Is this what you want?” He murmured, his lips still pressing reverently against your skin. “Do you?” You whispered as a gentle buzz racked your brain. With a hearty sigh, his fingers trekked higher. “Hell yeah,” it was a hoarse and restrained voice, “I want you in every way possible.” As he spoke, the saliva against your neck chilled as it darted across your skin.

His fingers teased just below the swell of your breasts. The heat made the feathers sit clad against the tightening buds of your nipples. It was nearly painful. You were powerless against the blood flowing through your erogenous zones. Salacious desires and memories of your mating brought an overwhelming sense of need. Shifting your hips backward, they were met with his body responding to your provocations. His cock was being smothered between you. Poor thing. At the scent of your arousal pooling around your core, his fingers traveled between your thighs. Close, but never quite there. Its teasing only encouraged the heartbeat resonating between your legs to clench around air. “Careful,” he said; it was a feigned warning, his voice betraying his eagerness. “You’re playin’ with me, baby.”

His words caused your head to turn, unabashedly staring at his lips. “Then join me.” Your words caused his eyelids to droop with barely contained lust. His fingers scratched down the length of your inner thighs, causing a shiver to run through you. “You want me to play with you, huh?” He asked rhetorically with a seductive purr. “As you wish,” he finished, his hand tilting your chin upwards as his lips brushed against them. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me.” He murmured, his lips sealing yours without awaiting a response. The heat building between you two was arriving at its crescendo, with a searing kiss to seal the deal. “You can tell me later; for now, show me.” It was a weak mumble against his lips, earning a hungry groan in response. It was chaste yet hungry; his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entry into your mouth. The need to taste you, to know you completely, was overwhelming.

With the slight suction, you pulled away momentarily, nipping at his bottom lip before closing in. The hand on your thigh tightened in response; his tongue stroked every inch of your mouth it could reach. The texture was rough; your cat-like tongue scratched against one another. Its taste was intoxicating, his kisses snatching the air from your lungs. His fingers continued their path, now resting firmly against your hips. Every sigh, moan, and whimper exchanged made his claim for you stronger. That’s when his pelvis began to grind itself against the fat of your ass, almost second nature. The fluidity set a sensual rhythm, a quiet leaving with every roll of his hips. His lips left yours before gravitating to your neck; his kisses became bites as purple bruises formed. Hickeys blossomed like petals with every nip. You weren’t sure if it was because of the bond, but his pleasure was yours. The slightest purr vibrated from your saliva-stained lips as mewls soon followed.

His hands guided your movements; quiet murmurs of praise prompted you to join the intimate dance. Suddenly, one of his digits ran a stripe down the front of your clothed pussy. A restrained groan echoed as he massaged your clit gently. The sound was quiet, but to him, it was mouthwatering. Its scent carried into his nose as you caught his lips in another passionate kiss. A silent claim. His kiss was a silent message in need of reassurance. “Fuck, I’ve imagined this moment,” a slight growl vibrated against your back. “Over and over.” His hips applied more pressure as if to punctuate his words. “Well… I’m yours now.” I reassured, a voice cutting through, “Say that again.” His signature toothy grin made its appearance as he peered over your shoulder, his ears flickering with pride. “I’m yours until we return to Eywa.” You repeated it, more sentimental this time.

His fingers left you and instead loosened the loincloth that obstructed him from that sweet cunt. As the knot was untied, it pooled around the thick muscle of his thighs. A guttural moan rumbled in his chest before he pressed a kiss against your nape. “Show me,” he commanded. “Show me how much you need me.” There was a sultry gaze exchanged before his demanding demeanor broke. “Please.” He whispered in a low, pleading voice. With quivering hands, your fingers loosened your own loincloth; your fingers reached back, guiding his cock between the wet warmth of your folds. Gliding yourself along its length, his dick glistened in your juices before you clenched your thighs shut. Though out of view, the weight of it was heavy and the faint prick of pubes tickled your flesh. Pearls of precum beaded at the tip, slipping down your thighs.

Your fingers planted themselves on his quads, a fierce tension settling between you two. The sensation was tantalizing. Intensely intimate, yet maddeningly insufficient. He wanted to be buried inside of you, but his wife waiting back at home wouldn’t appreciate that. Sliding his hips back, with a loud thwop, you both groaned in unison. His dick stimulated your clit with each thrust, and its tip caught your greedy hole, kissing it each time. “Jesus…” he huffed out exasperated. “You’re killin’ me.” His expression contradicted his words as a fucked-out expression settled. “I want you, all of you.” His eyes found yours with a knowing glance. Your body jostled against his, wet bodies collided sweetly as every pummel knocked the wind out of you.

A whine ripped from your throat before you groaned, “Don’t be foolish; stop complicating things.” You muttered, his response beginning with a breathy heckle. “I can’t promise I’ll be careful,” he leaned back to admire the view in front of him. “You’ve got me crazed.” His face was flushed, eyes glittering with fervor and dilated pupils. His appearance fared better than yours. The heat caused loose strands of hair to hang in your vision, your eyes lidded with lust, your jewelry and loincloth were left askew, and heat rushed to your face. “Give it to me.” You demanded, and his resistance crumbled with an intensity that mirrored yours. “You want it, baby?” He asked in a strained voice, “Then take it.” Jake’s hips snapped forward faster, with a stronger rhythm. Purely driven by the need and urgency of your words. The feel of your body and your sternness only fed him like resin to a flame. His grip on your hips tightened enough to leave bruises, his desperation consuming what more he had to say.

His pace rubbed that bundle of nerves with vigor. A pleasant tingle shot through you as you lurched forward, your toes curling. Your fingertips dug into the flesh of his thighs, crescent indents from your nails remaining. Watching the tip of his dick appear and disappear covered in more slick and cum with each thrust felt transcendent. You both were approaching your climax, his voice breaking the silence. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He asked through bated breaths, pressing a kiss into your shoulder; he smiled. “I can feel it,” You couldn’t respond, merely nodding before choking out a somewhat coherent sentence. “I’m not finishing until you do.” Your words faltering as he grunted, his body taut with the effort to hold himself together. Everything about you could’ve made him cum a while ago if it weren’t for his stubbornness. “You want it that badly, huh?” He murmured in satisfaction. “I’m not sure you deserve it.” He sputtered, barely finishing the sentence. “But I’m going to give it to you anyway.”

The sensations nearly made you both dumb, his words causing a borderline condescending chuckle to leave you. His arms anchored you to him, his hands planted against your shoulders. “You’re so cocky.” You muttered as your heartbeats began to sync. A familiar tightening began in your cores. “You talk too much; quiet.” The words fell between the wet squelches filling the air; the amount of precum he produced was mouthwatering. His very scent overwhelmed your senses. Your tail wrapped around his waist possessively. The action itself made the throbbing veins of his dick throb against your heat.

He was mostly quiet, just briefly. Profanities split between grunts as his eyes screwed shut in bliss. “Shit haaa…! Mn, just for a little while.” His words are more like a challenge, his hips bucking upwards to punctuate his point home. “But I’ll make you moan just the same.” That wasn’t the response you hoped for; your head flopped against his shoulder as your jaw went slack. The faintest whimper left him as his tip just barely entered your warmth. Its width begged to stretch that pussy out, and both of your genitalia weeped for one another. “I know how much you want it, so why don’t you put that mouth to good use and make some noise.” It was your attempt at putting him in his place, only to yelp at your clit now throbbing from overstimulation.

“You know I feel good, but you seem to have me beat for making noise.” His lips found purchase against your neck once more, but not before a guttural sound rumbled in his throat. He knew you were playing with him, and he welcomed it. “You’re a minx, but I love that shit,” he muttered before placing a sloppy kiss against your lips. “Since you asked nicely, I’ll give you what you want.” He didn’t bother giving you time to respond; his teeth began to nip at the sensitive shell of your pierced ears. He began to sing, just as you wanted him to. He wasn’t much of a moaner, but god… his groans and grunts were enough to send butterflies welling up inside you. The sounds were deep, and he breathed heavily against you, his hips slowly faltering.

Pulling away from your ear, you two stared at one another. Ears twitching as it received each moan, and you two responded pornographically. Your face contorted with lust, shaking breaths grew into sputtering moans, your body writhed as your breasts grew sore from bouncing on him, your legs tensed with effort to prolong the experience. Using him as leverage, you shifted yourself back to meet him. Both of your vocal cords went raw as he spoke, “I’m close,” he warned with a thick swallow, “Give it to me, baby. C’mon, please cum on me. Please…!” He couldn’t hold out much longer; you only managed to groan in response as your movements stiffened. Your head suddenly felt light as the impending orgasm wracked your brain. The final moan was silent. “I… I need to—… nnggh.” He mumbled barely coherently, as his thrusts grew erratic, the wet squelching on your pussy like music to his ears. With a sudden primal hiss, he cried out as his climax smacked him. A flurry of harsh gasps erupted from his throat. His head fell back as he greedily guided you against him, his cum coating your thighs.

“Tsal oel.” You compliment him, saying it felt good.

“It sure as hell did,” he replied breathily as he chuckled. His mind was already plotting against you in more ways than one, but your care was of most importance.

With usual aftercare, he held you close. Your fingers plucked a fuzzy leaf from the tree as you began to clean yourself. Out of concern, he asked if you were okay. His expression revels the obvious markings and lingering scent on your skin. You look physically ravaged, and he looks like he ran a marathon. The secretion against the leaves smelled sweet with a salty tang. Curiosity lingered as your fingers dived into it, savoring the familiar taste; you spoke absentmindedly.

“We should create more soon.” You turned to face him, but he was already staring.

Back to the beginning.

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Frustrated

Choso x Fem Dom Reader

Warning: Wasn’t proofread, Smut, Reader Soft dom

I’ll be putting out the games/manga I write for in my next post, probably.

At least be 17+. This is NSFW!! And you have enough common sense to know whether you want to read this or not.

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You were seated on the edge of the couch, peering into the long mirror perched against the living room wall. Choso and you made a stop at a hotel for the night, resting before taking care of whatever business relations you two had. He was in the kitchen, only a room over, making a pot of tea. He could always find it in him to be polite, despite how his demeanor could come off. You gazed into the mirror, taking in your surroundings. The hotel was arranged similarly to that of a luxury apartment. You liked the style; it reminded you of him. He was a minimalist, having nothing too special in his own home. The living room was like any other, but also different. Maybe because it was being shared with him, it felt more special. You ran your hands over the soft leather seating, “Your… hair. It looks nice,” you nearly jumped out of your seat, “Can you do mine?” he continued, sitting the tea down on the table. That’s right, you had forgotten that’s what you were doing. You glance at him and then back into the mirror before giving him a playful wink in the reflection. He closed his eyes and let out a soft chuckle, showing that he humored you. He looked somewhat at peace. “Sure, take a seat.”

You untie his hair, surveying it before concluding that he should keep his hair tied up, but with a little spice. You run your fingers through his hair, softly raking it. His eyebrows knitted with discomfort at the sudden yank at his scalp. “Your hair is so soft…” He hummed, acknowledging your statement. Grabbing a comb, you part his hair again, grabbing at the grease to keep his locks shiny without it being heavy on his head. Once done, banding his hair back, you take a red ribbon and tie it around each one. Somehow, the color contrast complimented his pale complexion.

You began thinking about the past. He always seemed somewhat conflicted or in his thoughts. He was a thinker and always felt responsible for others. When you first met, you always saw him as somewhat relatable and understandable, only for him to turn around and do something devious. He was always snatching that impression from you. He’s grown as a person.

You turn his head towards the mirror, “Don’t we look good? You specifically.” You could see a faint smile grace his lips before nodding. He stood, staring down at his legs numbly as they tingle like TV static. “What’s wrong?” You inquired. “Nope.. nothing really, just… tired. My legs are feeling sore right now.” He looked towards you, “Well, then I can give you a massage. Consider it thanks for the delicious tea.” He shrugged. How bad could it be? You patted the couch beside you, studying his every move as he took a seat. He pulled up his pant leg to reveal his defined legs, not too muscular but enough to make out the grooves. You wrapped your warm hands around his calves, gliding them back and forth to warm his leg. Then pressing the tips of your fingers firmly into the muscle. Massaging in circular motions, slowly feeling around for tender areas to spare relief. You watched his face scrunched in what seemed to be a mixture of relief and discomfort. Your hand guided beneath his shin, and you pressed down, hearing him let out a faint grunt. You worked extra on spots he hinted at.

Moving your hands up, you cup the inside of his thigh, feeling him jolt at the contact. The silence between you two was deafening. Was he sensitive there? You thought as you ran your nails over his thigh, gently caressing him as you went. He shuddered. Both of you made eye contact as you continued to trail your hand closer and closer to his crotch at a teasing pace. His gaze was almost domineering as you did so, your eyes falling upon his leg once more before seeing him slowly pitching a tent. You look at him searching for his eyes as he looked away with that blatantly plain face he always had.

“S-Sorry…” he stammered. You stared at his growing erection, contemplating your next actions. You snickered. “Would you like a bit of help?” His eyes flickered with a glint of surprise and excitement. He’d never been touched in such lewd ways before. His chest heaved with a euphoric sigh. He gulped, still refusing to meet your eye as he slid his pants down. His cock sprang out from underneath the thick fabric. “Please…” he’d never admit it, but he was frustrated and desperate to feel you against him.

“Be patient… I’ll make you feel so~ good, Choso.” You cooed. You started things off nice and steady, lightly wrapping your hand around his cock, slowly gliding your hand along his length. “Ohh…” he said as his shoulders dropped. His legs spread apart, inviting you to please him more. “Honey,” your voice lowered into such a seductive tone, “Look at me…” reluctantly, his eyes interlocked with yours. You draped your other hand over the head of his cock, your fingers firmly gliding up and down half of his length. You move your wrist to rub his tip in a swirling motion. He closed his eyes and hung his head back, your other hand still stroking near the base of his cock. At this point, his tip was dusted a pretty pink as large amounts of pre-cum spilled along the sides. “Mmph…” he gritted his teeth and bucked his hips forwards, driving himself into your warm hands.

You let go of his strained cock. You could tell he was disappointed, but of course, you wouldn’t leave him unsatisfied in the state he’s in. You reached into your bag, and the sound of rustling piqued his curiosity. His moment left to wonder was cut short by the sudden feeling of an intense vibration rattling inside him. You had a bullet vibrator; you had it turned low as you slowly inserted it into him. He threw his head forward in shock. He hissed in discomfort and pleasure as the vibrator slipped into his deepest parts. You watched as he squirmed and quivered, unintentionally letting out a guttural moan. Allowing him the adjust to it, he eventually felt the surge of pleasure hit him in strong waves. Turning the dial up a notch, you firmly grabbed his cock, clasping your forefinger and thumb around his base. Moving your hand in a circular motion up his length till you reach the top, you then swivel your palm in a circular motion across and around his tip. He let out groans and harsh breaths of pleasure. He never knew something like this could feel so good. If he’d known sooner, he’d probably have shamefully done it much earlier.

His slick made it easier for your hands to move. They heated quickly from the friction. The warm feeling against his cock was almost overwhelming, and he didn't want you to stop anytime soon. You swivel your wrist a few times, watching his hips roll in perfect harmony with your hand. His hands gripped at your forearms, his toes curled into the soft foam of the thick leather couch. Your free hands caressed his inner thigh, and your nails glided against his soft skin, sending a shiver up his spine. Then trailing down, you plunged two fingers deep inside him, pressing the vibrator against his prostate. The pressure from your fingers and the vibration that sent pleasurable shocks through him drove him mad. Your fingers glided in and out of him, each time his puckering hole sucked you back in for more. Your hot hands swallowed his cock over and over. Changing the speed, you jerked him off faster, adding more pressure as you went. He loved the tight feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock. His body quivered, his jaw clenched, and his thighs clamped together as he let out sweet, deafening, and deep moans. You continued to ruthlessly burette his tip, continuing to rub your thumb over and back, as the rest of your hand clamped around him, gliding along his length. You were moving too fast, but it felt oh-so-good to him. His hips stuttered as he pulled back from your grip, the feeling was too overwhelming for him. “I love it when you moan for me. That’s so sexy…” hearing the way you praised him almost made his eyes roll back. He moaned through his pursed lips as he thrust into your fist. His needy thrusts and whines became sloppy as his orgasm approached. He gasped for air, and his core tightened as he felt what he thought would be an explosive finish. That is until you loosened your grip and let his throbbing cock hit his abdomen. You ripped his orgasm from him, but he wasn’t upset about it. It felt oddly good to have someone else in control.

“Take it out.” He demanded. You hummed, looking down at his pretty ass. It was pale like the rest of him but flushed pink where your knuckles had nudged him. He wasn’t hairy, his body was dusted here and there with dark strands. His ass was almost bare except for the few around his hole. Tugging at the cord, you pulled it out, earning a hissed whine from him. His chest heaved in silence as he tried wrapping his mind around all that had just happened. You both made eye contact, his face stiffening into his blank expression once more. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his face flushed crimson to the point his cheeks almost looked purple. Your heart fluttered with excitement as you envisioned all that could take place right now. “Should we continue?” You inquired, “Okay.” He looked at you and responded with quirked eyebrows.

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Your knees planted between his legs as you peppered gentle kisses on his face and jawline. His faint breaths tickled your neck before you pulled away, briefly making eye contact. His eyes abstained from yours once again. You continued kissing him, slowly making your way down his neck, lightly nipping at his bobbing Adam’s apple. He groaned, his hands gently caressing the small of your back. You broke contact with him once more. As you unzip your pants, a smaller, girthy, dildo sprang out from under the cloth. The strap-on had a vibrating dildo on the inside, it would vibrate and expand at every stroke. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, kissing underneath his eyebags and giving short praises you felt he needed to hear every once in a while. His eyes watched your every move, from when you removed your shirt to reveal a pretty black lace bra. To when you lined yourself up with his entrance, before gliding your tip over his slippery hole. And finally, when you position him as missionary, pushing his knees towards his chest with both of his legs being held up by the ankles in your hands.

You smiled mischievously, bending down to kiss his neck as you plunged your cock inside of him. He let out a sharp gasp, his teeth clenched as he let out a pleasured groan. He grabbed onto your thighs and hips, letting the praises of your body spill through his lips. You rocked your hips, gradually coming to a steady rhythm. His voice began to slip, his delightful moans became music to your ears. Abruptly pulling out of him, you earned a drawn-out groan from him. You insert yourself into him teasingly slow, only to fill him with half of your length. You pull out again, entering him quicker this time and slightly deeper. Teasing him with this until he began spewing mantras of your name, his legs spreading shamelessly within your grasp, asking for you to plunge your cock into him. He practically melted into putty, enjoying every long stroke and the pleasurable shock it sent through him. Brutally hitting his prostate multiple times, sending his cock throbbing painfully, wanting to be touched.

You pulled out and flipped him over onto his hands and knees, this time facing the living room mirror. Figuring he was used to this size, you decided to up the ante. Quickly reaching into your bag, you pulled out a dildo that seemed to be around 3 inches bigger than the one you already had on. Disconnecting the smaller one, you connect the larger one, securing a snug fit. He looked at you with an expression of dismay and uncertainty. Grabbing his chin, you pull him into a passionate kiss as you plunge yourself deeper into him than before. The look of uncertainty quickly became of drunk-filled lust. You pound your cock into him once more, reaching around his hair to untie one of the ribbons, tying it in a pretty bow around his neck. Using one hand to lift his head so he can see himself in the mirror, “Just look at how pretty you are like this.~” you whispered into his ear, your warm breath tickling his skin made him shudder. Grabbing the vibrator and turning it on, you place it in your palm, wrapping your hands around his cock. You jerked him off, the feeling of your long thrust and the vibration sent him into an almost immediate overdrive. His face contorted with lust in the reflection of the mirror, his jaw quivered as his moans became progressively louder, and his eyes screwed shut so he wouldn't see such a shameful sight. He wasn’t much of a talker, but the way his voice cracked as his breaths became quick and shallow was more than enough. You slowed down your pace before speeding back up, teasing him each time you pulled out. It kept him guessing what you'd do next. The sight in the mirror was something to behold. His loose hair stuck to his sweat-drenched forehead, his face blushed a deep crimson, the pretty red bow wrapped around his neck like a present, and the way his boisterous moans overlapped the loud sound of your hips slapping against his ass. The sight was enough to make you cum, let alone the vibration and thrusts of the dildo inside you, becoming stronger each time you pounded into him. You moaned. Everything happening in this moment was so enthralling, it made you wet beyond belief.

Changing positions, you laid him on his back. At this rate, neither of you would last much longer. You leaned forward, pinning him against the couch, using your arm to support you. He used both of his arms to prop him up on his elbows, nipping at your neck and collarbones before taking full advantage and caressing your breasts. You add pressure to your grip around his cock, stroking him with the vibrator to his slit. “Hagh..!♡♡” he moaned, bucking his hips onto your cock. “Look at me. Call my name.” You demanded. He bit down on some of your cleavage, almost hard enough to draw blood. His core tightened as his insides squeezed around you, his muscles contracting and his jaw slacked open. He called out your name one last time before his body spasmed as he let out harsh gasps for air, his cum shooting out onto your chest in groups. Letting out whined gasps as harsh waves of his orgasms led him to squirt uncontrollably. You slowed down your pace with one final, hard, and long thrust. Stroking his cock with the vibrator as you went, seeing a delicious amount of his seed spill onto the both of you. You kept thrusting slowly until you reached your climax, your hips coming to an abrupt stutter, your legs tense in place as you let out one last guttural moan. You both took a few moments to recover, both of you breathing into each other's shoulders. Eventually, pulling out and discarding the strap-on next to you.

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“Are you going to help clean me up?” He glanced over at you. You undo part of your bra. It comes loose around your shoulders. He grabs a handful of your supple breasts and slowly licks the cum off. He makes sure to look you in the eye as he does so, even nipping at your chest.

Once he finishes, you hook your index finger underneath the tight bow, gently pulling him towards you until you're pinned below him. His face is still buried in your chest, and his eyes gaze into yours with a half-lidded glare. "Fuck me until I tell you to stop." You yank on his bow until you two come face to face. Grabbing his chin and tilting his head, the gaze you two shared kindled a fire in you that you didn't know existed. You spread your pussy lips, he runs his tip along your warm, wet heat. Before pushing himself in with a whine, his jaw clenching with each thrust. He didn't have a high libido, but for you he'd pleasure you until you were satisfied. He was drunk on all the pleasure he had received that night. You wrap your legs around his hips, nestling him within your deepest parts. You hissed, "Just like that… You're so good for me, Choso." You both share one last kiss, biting at his bottom lip before the night faded into a blissful dark.

Author's note: This took me so mf long and idk why 💀 also I think I'm done posting fanfics with pictures of the character, it's so hard finding some of them.

I imagine the next day playing out like this:

Morning came, you found him already awake. Apparently he was an early riser. As you came to, you both sat there in somewhat of a daze. You looked over to find Choso staring blankly at the coffee table, "We never got to finish that tea." Choso chimed. All you could do was scoff.

[vinnyvamppp]

Greedy

Geto Suguru x Fem Dom

I struggled so much with this. If you prefer actions more than words, I guess this will be your cup of tea 💀 

Warning: Wasn’t proofread, Smut, Soft dom (SORTA?), Some edging, Hair pulling, etc.

At least be 17+. This is NSFW!! And you have enough common sense to know whether you want to read this or not.

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He strokes his cock slowly, thinking about you fondly, trying to savor the idea of what you could do to him. His thrusts became desperate and rushed as his imagination went further and further, his breath caught in his throat a few times, and then he let out a quiet moan. He's almost embarrassed that the thought of you is breaking him down so much. He's known for his playboy tendencies, but here he's fucking his fist with lust and need for you. In the process of trying to get off to the thought of it, he heard the door open, and there you stood in wide-eyed shock.

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 You and Geto were close, not as close as him and Gojo, but close. So close that you both were comfortable enough to show up at each other's places unannounced- not that he and Gojo didn't already violate that at the beginning of your friendship. Your friends knew his, he knew yours, and you quickly came to love his calm and chaotic nature. You were okay with this being the extent of your two's relationship. However, you found yourself wanting more, but you never expected it to happen so soon, let alone for it to happen like this.

 You both sat there in silence for a moment. The air became heavy between you two as you made eye contact. He quickly covers up his dick with his hand, shifting his lower body out of view. He's now been caught red-handed masturbating by one of his friends. He abruptly speaks up, "What are you doing?" he asked nervously, as he briefly glanced at you with his usual smirk, clearly trying to play it off.

"I was coming to check in on you… But you know," you pause, taking this opportunity to be greedy with your pent-up desires. The tension between you two at that moment becomes too much. You approached him leisurely, watching as his eyes followed your every move. "Hiding your cock with your hand isn't the smartest." You sit beside him, your chest pressing into his arm, making him visibly gulp. "You're so big," you say slowly,  glancing at him as your hand rubs his upper thigh gently.

  Knowing what you mean, he blushed terribly. Seeing you stare at his crotch makes him excited. His already hard cock throbbing in his hand. He begins stroking himself harder, somehow getting a kick out of you watching him, softly moaning as he lets out a hushed whisper, "Please don't tease me like this. I'm already horny." His legs spread open shamelessly, "Awe, why? Can you not handle it?" You get closer to his ear, your warm breath tickling him. Your hand runs down his inner thigh before running your nails gently over the head of his cock. His eyes widen in shock and pleasure as you begin to touch him. The feeling of your hands on his cock makes him moan loudly. You stroke him a few more times before pushing him back onto the bed. Kneeling in front of him,  you slowly make your way down before taking him into your mouth.

Swirling your tongue around his tip as you run your lips over his head, one hand wraps around the base of his cock. You know full well you won't be able to fit all of him in your mouth. You maintained eye contact with him as you licked circular motions along the sensitive underside of his cock, when you suddenly began deep throating him. He shuddered and let out a loud yelp at the sudden contact. The warmth and wetness of your mouth were unlike anything he had felt before. The lewd sound of gurgles and slurps that filled the room nearly drove him crazy. You swallowed his cock over and over again. Cupping your tongue around the underside of his shaft, causing him to moan through gritted teeth. It was like sweet torture to him. Your lips squeezed tightly around him as you moved back and forth along its length, stroking whatever you couldn't fit in. His head hung back, his jaw slacked, and his hands grasped tightly at the sheets in cries of bliss. The sight of it makes you chuckle. His cock vibrates in your mouth, making him jolt and buck into you as he still chases his high. His legs wrap around your head in an attempt to nestle himself as deep as possible in your throat. It proves to be futile as his body starts going limp and his gut tightens as his climax starts to build. “Close... Eugh... Close!!” You took that as your queue to pull away watching him groan in frustration.

 You smile mischievously as he bucks his hips weakly, longing to feel your warm lips wrapped around his cock once more. After a moment of struggle, he gives up, lying down on his back panting heavily. You rise from between his thighs, walking your fingers up his abdomen until you come face to face. “Tell me. What do you want Geto?”  Letting out a hum as you await a response, instead being met with pleading eyes and the feeling of his warm pants tickling your face. You both knew exactly what he wanted, but he was too embarrassed to ask. But that’s okay, you knew just how to give it to him.

As much as you were going to ruthlessly tease him, you still cared and didn’t want to see him in too much pain and discomfort. Your lips curl into a gentle smile, and you feel yourself getting flustered as you replay the recent events in your head. You flip him over, his back arching with his ass up. Pulling his already unzipped pants off, in one swift motion, you spread his cheeks wide. As you stared at it you couldn’t help but grin. It almost looked inviting as it closed around nothing… it was the prettiest shade of pink with hairs lightly sprinkled about. Wetting your fingers, you begin gently running the tips of your fingers over it before adding pressure to insert them slowly. His warm and soft walls suck you in. He hisses as you insert your finger knuckles deep, you pull in and out to get him adjusted to the feeling before adding another. You feel him tense up slightly as you play with his hole. You moan softly at the view as you curve your fingers inwards towards each other, he lets out a loud gasp as they press against his prostate. 

Letting out a hum, you listen as his groans of discomfort turn into moans of pleasure. Soon his moans turn into whimpers as he begins bucking his hips, trying to fuck your fingers. But you won't let him, not yet. Instead, you grab his cock tightly and begin pumping it rapidly, faster than anything he had ever felt before, “Oooh-!! Fuck! No no, I’m still sensitive from bef-” he stammered on, but you didn't listen. It felt like blissful torture to him. You watched as his already damaged composure began to break down in front of you more than ever. His dick leaked with pre-cum against the bed, and his body began to shake. Just then, you released his cock knowing he was close. Pulling your fingers out of him, hearing him whine as you click your tongue. “Do you intend on teasing me to death?” He asked with heavy breaths in between. “I don’t know…” you said, almost snickering to yourself as you stood beside the bed. You know he hated the way you were teasing him, but the result you could get from it sounded oh-so-satisfying. He huffed to himself as he kneeled in front of you on the bed, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat and his face flushed red. Your core tightens with butterflies from simply looking at him.

He looked at you pleadingly, “Please…” You smiled sweetly, placing both hands on his cheeks and leaning forward to kiss him. Soft at first, your lips pressed into each other, gentle like little pecks. But then you open your mouth and part your lips before thrusting your tongue into his mouth. Both of your tongues rubbed against each other, quickly getting entangled in the slippery heat. You both kissed each other with hunger and aggressive passion, as you both rolled around the bed, switching positions once more. You break the kiss, watching as he straddles you, his face flickers with disappointment.

  You smile devilishly, sitting both of you up, this time pressing your chest against his own. The feeling of your soft breasts almost made him lose his mind despite you being fully clothed. Your hand slowly caresses his skin as you trail kisses down his neck. A soft moan escapes his lips as you reach down his collarbone, biting gently. He’s been on edge this whole time. He’d never been edged like this before, it almost felt like karma was coming back to bite him in the ass for all the teasing he’d done to people before.

Laying him down with you straddling one of his legs, hoisting his other leg into the air so that it rests over your shoulder. “Are you ready for me~?” you cooed through hushed words. Slowly unbuckling your belt, going painfully slow as you watch him bite his lip with anticipation. You had to admit that moving this slowly was also teasing you to the max, but it would make the outcome worthwhile. He nodded almost eagerly, watching with a hint of excitement in his eyes. He tries to speak, but a low moan is heard as you start stroking your thick cock. It was a bionic strap-on. Every stroke sent a vibration through your cunt. You bit your lip with furrowed brows as the long-awaited sensation hits you in waves. Running your fingertips along the length of your cock, staring into Geto’s eyes as he returned your gaze, “That’s… hot.” he said, as you both let out breathy laughs before going silent.

You couldn’t wait any longer.  You stop abruptly and spread his cheeks with one of your hands before plunging your cock inside him. His body jolts slightly at the sudden penetration. His face contorts with lust, his moans turning into whimpers as you move your hips back and forth, driving deeper into him. He looks up at you with pleading eyes as he continues to watch you savagely ram your cock into his ass. The pace progressively quickens as you pound his tight hole, “J-Just a little… M-More♡♡”!!”  He stumbles over his words, his hands gripping onto your ass, nestling your cock as deep as it can go.

  Each time you pound into him his face contorts with lust, his toes curling as his hand's grip on you hard enough to leave a bruise. Your hand presses down on his stomach, rocking your hips back and forth. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 shallow thrust, then 10 plunging your cock brutally into his prostate. You did this repeatedly, sometimes teasing him by pulling out all the way, leaving him yearning for your long hard thrusts. Your hand then grabs a firm hold of his cock, running your thumb over his slit before covering it. He cried out loud, unlike anything he had felt before. Bucking his hips forward to drive himself into your finger. You feel his muscles tighten around you, holding you in place while he milks every drop of pleasure from you.

You groaned. Him clamping down on you like this sent a pulsing vibration through you, you didn’t know if you could even handle the sensation anymore. Even so, you find yourself needing more. You pull out earning a drawn-out whine from him. Flipping him over on his hands and knees, you plunge yourself back into him. This time, you grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged it till his back hit your chest. His insides began throbbing, him thrusting himself back onto you, matching your rhythm. “S-Stop..! MMPH!” He shuddered, despite what he said he got off to this more than he expected. “You like that, huh?” You already knew the answer, you both were starting to get lost in each other and it wasn’t going to last much longer. He could barely breathe through his gasps for air, yet he still managed to nod. He was so close, his entire body felt on fire, it had been so long since he’d gotten this much attention. His balls tightened, ready to explode as if they were being squeezed by some unforeseen force. “Geto, I asked you a question.” You tugged his hair harder, earning a pleasured yelp from him through gritted teeth.  “Y-Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!!♡♡” His eyes began searching for you, peaking your head over his shoulder, his hand grasping your chin and pulling you in for a sudden kiss. He screamed as he came hard, shooting his load all over his chest and stomach. He had an anal orgasm at the same time, wetting the sheets below him. It was too much, the pleasure was too intense, and his mind went blank as he passed out. You didn’t let go of his hair until he went limp, his body leaning against you as his head hung over your shoulder.

“Oh… shit,” you say with a mixture of surprise and concern. You didn’t expect that to happen or for it to happen so soon. You pull out, the last vibration making you finish. Thinking back on all that happened that night, from the sounds and how lewd he looked was more than enough to satisfy you for the night. Just then you realized how sore your jaw and hips were. He pushed you further than you thought. Taking off the strap-on and dropping it on the floor, you collapse beside him, throwing the blankets over you two. You pass out as soon as you hit the pillow.

When morning came he awoke feeling drowsy, the sun glaring in his eyes. He felt and looked like a mess. He sat up slowly, looking around and rubbing his eyes. Standing up, he took steady, heavy steps. Reaching the bathroom, he looked into the mirror, “Are you fucking serious…? Why is it like this?” His face was still red, he then recalled last night's events. You peeked your head through the doorway, “Hm?” He was startled at your sudden appearance. “So you came back, huh?” You shrugged,  “Of course, I couldn’t leave you in the state you were in after yesterday's… incident.” he looked at you in silence, seeing through your bs, “-So ready for round two?” he scoffed, “Only if I’m topping this time~!” He said, scooping you up suddenly, lugging you to his room. “WHAT?!! No! NO!" You shouted protests and he shrugged them off playfully, "Sorry I can't hear you~~"

🧍🏾‍♀️I need ideas.

[vinnyvamppp]

Relax...

Michael Afton x Fem Dom Reader

I’ve never written on Tumblr, BUT I HAD to because of an interaction I had with a Michael Afton bot on the app Chai. I SWEAR THAT APP IS SO WEIRD SOMETIMES 💀 (ALSO YOU AND MIKE HAVE THE HOTS FOR EACH OTHER)

Warning: Smut, reader is a soft dom, was not proofread.

At least be 17+, This is NSFW!! and you have enough common sense to know whether you want to read this or not.

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It was a long day at work. You and your roommate were broke college students struggling to make ends meet. Who was this roommate, you ask? your best friend, Michael Afton, offered to let you stay at his place as long as you'd split the bills until you both were stable enough to move. You two met in high school and quickly became friends before separating after a sudden move your parents decided on, but you two remained close with phone calls every other day. Soon, you ran into each other again during your 2nd year in college, and you're now a Senior.

The actual story starts here:

You felt worn out as you fumbled with your keys to open the door; your body felt tense; you had an intense headache, and you felt like you had lost most of your strength. Finally, after getting the door unlocked, you nudged it open, to feel it tugged on from the other side. “Oh hey! You’re finally home!” Michael said, swinging the door open and pulling you into a hug. “Yeah...! finally,” you responded with a thick rasp, “works been so stressful lately, it's been getting to me.” You continue, hugging him back. “Well today will be a relaxed day; we can start with a massage, a nice movie, and a fulfilling dinner.” He said with a sly smile, gently pushing you towards your bedroom. “A massage? That’d feel so nice right now~”

Opening the door to your room, you walk over to your bed and belly flop onto it. Michael follows behind you and directs you to remove your shirt, to which you comply, “close your eyes and relax… take a deep breathe” It feels as though he’s trying to make it feel as close to the real thing as possible. Letting out a breathy chuckle, you close your eyes and allow your body to go completely limp. His hand firmly presses down and rubs your sides before traveling to the small of your back, making you grunt. “Riiight ThErE.” You say abruptly, only getting a “Mmm…” In response, the massage continues, his hand traveling slowly up your back, gently kneading in rhythmic, circular and up and down motions. Once reaching your shoulders he continued with the same motions; cupping your shoulders with his palms; the grunts you let out occasionally told him what felt good. “How did you get so good at this?” You asked, “Practice makes perfect, now relax…. -” he said something else, but his voice began to fade.

By the time you woke up, it was over.

SMUT STARTS HERE ⬇️

When you came to, it was him asking for you to wake up. You jolted up and shuddered at the newfound feeling in your back. “Sweet… Sweet! Release.” You stuttered out, stretching your body. “You’re a lifesaver.” You pucker your lips out jokingly, “I think you need a kissy kiss for-” You were cut off by his lips suddenly connecting with yours. You pull away, confused and flustered, you always thought Michael was just a considerate friend; however, this, took you by surprise, but there was no time to ask questions. “Kiss me again...” he said quietly. His face and ears were flushed red, with an embarrassed quirked smile and lidded eyes. You cupped his face and pulled him in by the waist, his arms wrapped around you as you two fumbled around the bed before he got on top of you. Quickly taking the initiative, you flipped him over so now you were on top, “Ohh…” He said as he watched you straddle him, you travel down his neck giving loving kisses and nips at his skin, making him gasp, “You don’t mind if I top you, right?” You say, breaking away from him with rushed breaths. “Of course not, baby! It’s my turn next time though…” When hearing that, you almost let out a snicker, “Mmm… We’ll see about that, if you enjoy this too much, I might not let you~” he responded quickly, “Well if you want to, go head. But I won't complain either way.” He let out a breathy laugh as you two closed the gap between each other kissing once more.

Reaching your hand down to his crotch, you palm his erection through his pants, hearing him moan softly and slowly. Then you unzip his slacks, peering down at his cock as it springs out, taking this moment as you wrap your hand around the base stroking him through his boxers. Mewls of grunts fall from his lips, and with knitted eyebrows, his head falls back, focusing on the pleasure of it all. Taking your other hand, you slip his cock out of his boxers and palm his leaking tip as you stroke him, occasionally running your fingers over his slit. His breath catches in his throat, and he tries to close his legs. But you slap his thigh, forcing them to open. He whines for you to stop and cut it out, high pitch curses and grunts spilling from him uncontrollably with sharp breaths. “Are you close already?” you ask teasingly, “Y-Yeah!” He responds through clenched teeth, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss. His legs spread apart as his feet pushed off the ground and his body tense; he was ready to lose control when all of a sudden you say, “that’s good. Cause I’m gonna break you~” you say with a smile pressed into his lips.

Breaking away from the kiss, he looks at you with wide-eyed surprise. You look at him with wide-eyed confusion. “What's wrong?” You asked, “B-Because I thought I was gonna lose control and fuck you before you break me.” He said while trying to catch his breath. You were surprised, it certainly wasn't the response you were expecting. “Noo, maybe next time, Honey,” you say, or at least tried to before he took advantage of your surprise and flipped you over on your back again. You began seeing this as a challenge; he meant what he said about trying to "fuck you". While he started making out with you once more, you slyly slid your hand down his already unzipped pants and gave a light squeeze to his ass, making him give a tight-lipped grunt. “I wasn't done. You know better than to interrupt me.” You say with a condescending tone as you two return lust-hungry glances at each other, making your core tighten with butterflies. Maintaining eye contact with him, you slide his pants down his legs, and in one swift motion, you spread his cheeks wide. God, you wished you could see his sopping hole from the other end. Using the precum from his cock still left on your hand, you make circular motions around his hole; it seemed to be sucking you in every time you went close to it until you finally gave in.

Inserting one finger, knuckles deep into him, making him gasp and shake. You then insert a second finger and slowly and gently scissor him, making sure to stretch him out, "Ahh~H! Mmph.. more... More" You do the exact opposite and begin pulling out. He grasps your wrist abruptly to stop you from taking it out, "Please…" He croaks softly, begging over and over. You giggle thinking about how much you enjoy seeing him beg; you almost feel as though you're in over your head, "Beg more, harder, louder for me, Michael." You say with a demanding tone, biting your lip and smiling at him, only to see him pout at you, "I can't anymore - Oh~ God! PLEASE!♡♡" He yelps, bucking and thrusting himself uncontrollably onto your fingers. You crash your lips into his sharing messy kisses, leaning over the bed to grab your strap-on from your night table's drawer. Once you've grabbed it, you take your fingers out of his hole, earning a rich moan, and push him back with one of your hands, "W-What? Nooo~?!" he whines, "Don't worry I'm about to replace it with something even better." You draw out your words as you spread his legs and poke his entrance with your strap, he peers down at your thick cock and bites his lip at the thought of it filling him, "Ooh f-fuck yess!!" he says excitedly, only making it harder for you not to snap and over-stim him. Once you pushed your cock inside him, watching as his face contorted with lust, his sweet moans and the sound of wet squelching sounded so lewd you almost couldn't handle it.

Begging you to hurry and fuck him, you speed up relentlessly, hearing his cries over and over; his loud wavering whimpers and grunts ring throughout the room; at this point, you wondered if your neighbors could hear him. You moan at the sight, falling for even more than before, looking at him with loving eyes as he pulled you in for a kiss. You do an experimental thrust before you find it; he inhales sharply, grasping and scratching at the bed board, his legs wrapping around your waist, "FucK sweetheart! There... UGH! There! MOrE~♡♡!!" The sight of his hair sticking to his face, the sounds, and the way his eyes almost crossed made you so wet. Quickly pulling out again, you lift his legs all the way up with his ankles on each side of his head, leaving your hand free to jerk him off. And so, you do just that, spitting on his cock to give slip, and with each stroke, you run your thumb over his sensitive tip, "FuckthisfeelsamazingIlovebeingfuckedbyyou!♡♡" he yelps, barely able to formulate any other sentence. Without warning, he cums and you switch to harder thrusts and slow down as your hand makes quick work of playing with his tip and leaning down to nip and suck on his chest, he cries out from the stimulation, and you feel something warm hit your chest. Looking down you see something clear dripping down both of you. He had an orgasm. This only egged you on more to continue, and further into the night led him to have many dry orgasms.