#3K words of pure filth

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ꨄ︎『Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader』ꨄ︎

Toji x TumblrSmutWriter!Reader

18+ Minors - DNI

Summary: You shouldn't have left your phone out in the open bestie because now Toji just discovered his cute lil gf has a big slutty imagination and that means you're really in for it ❤︎ . CW: daddy/dilf kinks, humiliation, backshots, outdoor sex, toys, voyerism, breeding, overstimulation, lots of mentions of various kinks, light spanking, light spit play, meta concepts WK: 4.2k Black fem reader coded but no descriptors.

A/N: Y’all can blame my forgetting to take my adhd meds and my hangover yesterday for this one. I was laying on my bathroom floor regretting life choices, waiting on McDs Doordash and thinking up outlines for kinktober when this popped into my head. I thought it would be a quick drabble like 1k words to help my writers block with the "Bumpy Ride" Geto fic but lord knows I can't write shit under 3k, who am I foolin? I don’t even have a song inspo for how spontaneous and random this shit was lmfao but I still had to do a graphic for this one regardless (editing those notifications were hell). Edit- I lied the song inspo is: Girls Need Love Remix - Summer Walker ft. Drake.

Enjoy!

Imagine you are dating Toji and he finds out you secretly write Tumblr smut fics on the low. 

He comes over to your apartment one night after one of his ‘jobs’ ran late. He has a key, but is wondering where the hell you are as you usually greet him at the door. Going into your bedroom, he finally hears you in adjoining bathroom shower. 

Toji begins to strip down in order to join you but he barely has his shirt off before he notices your phone blowing up. 

Picking your phone up off the bed he sees 206 notifications from an app called “Tumblr”. 

Toji has no fucking clue what the hell a Tumblr is but his jealously starts to soar. He already made your ass go private on Instagram and deleted your Tiktok dances. He got tired of threatening every loser who tried to slide in your DMs or even leave a comment for that matter. 

Imagine his surprise when he unlocks your phone (of course he had made you give him the password) and instead he finds out his new vanilla-as-fuck girlfriend is actually a kinky cockwhore who loves writing character x reader stories about fictional men plugging any n' every one of her holes. Sometimes it was multiple men simultaneously, with their massive cocks bullying your readers until you had them crying. Not to mention them fucking you absolutely stupid in every scenario imaginable, with a huge daddy kink/love of dilfs to top it all off. 

Y/N clearly has type, Toji thought smugly as he saw some art on your page of these animated dilfs that looked similar to him.

But goddamn, some of this shit even he hasn’t considered doing with you yet. Honestly, he’s been holding himself back for your sake as you had been pretty shy at first. His sweet naive little college girl, yet here you were a filthy closeted slut this entire time. 

Tsk, Y/N been holding out on me, eh?

At this point you were probably a bigger freak than he was, he mused with an arched brow as he scrolled through what you called your ‘masterlist’.

It was nothing but a collection of pure unadulterated filth. 

More than anything though while going through your Tumblr, Toji is rather impressed at how popular you are. He reads your intro post where you deem yourself the ‘Self-proclaimed DILF Smut Queen’ and an evil grin appears on his face.

Toji abandons his plans to join you in the shower and he waits for you on your bed while he links-surfs through more of your so-called fics, drabbles and thirsts.

You made your own little pictures to go along with your dirty stories too? Aw, what a sneaky yet talented little whore he had. 

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When you finally exit the shower, wrapped only in a big fluffy white towel and your hair pulled back into a ponytail, you are surprised to see Toji sitting shirtless on your bed. 

Toji had promised to be here hours ago. He never even sent a text saying he would be late and you’ve been bored waiting for him all evening so he could give you some of the attention you've been craving. 

Your body is already warm from the shower and your legs rub together as you are already feeling a bit horny just seeing him bare chested.

Walking toward the bed you are eager to go pounce on his lap. That is, until you see it’s your phone he’s scrolling through again without your permission.

You loudly sigh which made his head snap up to look at you.

You’re so ready to tell him off again and remind him your Insta is still private and you only use TikTok to mindlessly scroll, not post dance videos anymore when gives you a dangerous look.

You stop dead in your tracks.

Your eyes grow wide as saucers as you recognize what he’s actually looking at when waves your phone around tauntingly in his hands. 

No.No.No. Not this. Please god, not this!

But your worst fears are confirmed when he starts reading aloud with a huge shit eating grin. 

“You moaned loudly as you threw your head back and bucked against him hungrily. You knew you had to finish quickly unless you wanted his wife to come home to discover the babysitter on top of her husband, making a mess all over his face. His thick tongue lapped into your drenched folds and he spread your puffy pussy lips wider to suck and nip at your swollen clit….” 

Your mouth was agape in shock. You were a deer in headlights.

A million and one thoughts raced through your mind as Toji continued on. He swiped over to the next one, this time a daddy and breeding kink drabble.

“Or how ‘bout… ‘Take it all like the good little slut you are for daddy, Y/N’. ‘N-No daddy, please I can’t cum anymore!’ You babbled as you succumbed to the overstimulation of him ruthlessly breeding your stretched cunt and filling you as you squirted on his dick for the fifth time that night…” 

You could only continue to stand there and gawk at him. This couldn’t actually be happening to you right now.

“Ya really wrote all this nasty shit, Y/N?” Toji teased while still looking at your phone as he found more of your filthy smut to read aloud to you despite the horrified expression on your face.

You of course had written all that ‘nasty shit’ but most of it was before you started dating him, breaking a long dry spell.

You really weren’t one to run the streets and sleep around but you had some kinky ass fantasies and you not getting any action had you needing to express them somehow.

It’s not like you didn’t eventually plan to open up and share a few of your kinks with Toji down the line. But this was a relatively new relationship and Toji was still a bit intimidating to you. Even though Toji treated you with way more care and concern than he did anyone else you’ve seen him interact with, you still had an insecure fear that he would reject you for a few of your kinks. 

Your last boyfriend had called you a weirdo for wanting to call him daddy in bed, so you resolved then to no longer share that part of you.

Hell, not even your IRL friends knew what you got up to. Only the Tumblr followers and moots, who you all shared peaceful anonymity with, were familiar with you and your writing.

Fuck. You had finally found the perfect DILF daddy too, you didn't want to scare him away. 

You cursed yourself for even opening Tumblr earlier. You did so out of restlessness waiting on his ass to come over. You just were going to read a few fics before you realized you had a story in your drafts you never posted that just needed to be proofread.

Wanting to kill time you decided to edit and post it on a whim, not knowing the mess it would be getting you into now. 

“Earth to, Y/N.” Toji snapped his fingers, interrupting your thoughts.

"Where did my perverted baby’s little mind go off to now, huh? So obsessed with being ruined by imaginary cocks you can’t even respond to your own daddy.”

You could have combusted on the spot as you were sure there was more steam coming off you from embarrassment than from the hot shower you had just taken. 

But wait– wtf, your frazzled mind just connected the fact Toji had referred to himself as your daddy. 

Those words sinking in made your entire body tingle. Your pulse quickened as you chewed your bottom lip and fidgeted with the edge of your towel.

Was he also into this?

The fact was Toji was very into this and you were about to find out just how much he was.

Enjoying your reactions fully, Toji stood up and made his way toward you with a crazed look on his face.

“You’ve written 96 pieces of filth Y/N…”

He inched closer and you instinctively moved back. Every fiber of your body sensing the danger in front of you. You wondered if this is how the targets of his ‘jobs’ felt when he approached them. Toji never lied to you about what he did for work but you never felt like you were his prey, until now.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, have you nothing to say for y’erself, princess?” 

“I-I-I-”, you stumble over your own words. This was all way too much, way too fast, for you to process in order to say anything coherent back to him.

“I-I-I-” Toji mocked your pathetic tone, an evil grin back on his face. 

“Lost your words, Y/N?”

Your body instinctively keeps moving back to keep distance between the two of you as he continues to advance on you.

“But you have so many words to say here, isn’t that right slut?”

Toji toyed with your phone in his hand, spinning it around.

“Slut. That’s what you liked to be called in these stories, eh? The dirty slutty whore with a sloppy cunt just ready to slime all over her daddy’s cock, yeah?”

You gulped as your back hit the glass of your bedroom balcony door with a ‘thud’. You had no more room to run while Toji closes in on you.

He pressed both of his massive hands against the glass as they framed your head, his body hovering over you. You couldn’t help but notice how much bigger than you he was as his frame enveloped you and blocked out the rest of the room. You were trapped.

Too nervous to look him in the eyes, you settled for his chest and Toji’s muscles flexed tantalizingly under your gaze. You lost yourself for a moment as the familiar scent of his heady masculine musk invaded your senses.

Your eyes roamed lower and lower before resting on the bulge beneath his sweats and you softly pant. 

“You’re staring at my dick like you want me to stuff that pretty little throat cunny of yours full. You aren’t making good use of your mouth right now anyway Y/N, might as well see how much of me it can fit.”

You looked away from him completely but that only ignites Toji's flames more.

“Look me in the eyes little girl...” Toji’s hand roughly grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks together as he brought his face closer to yours.

“This shy act won’t cut it anymore, slut.”

His intensity was overwhelming you. Various emotions threaten to bubble to the surface as you squirm in his grasp and your eyes become glossy with tears.

“You didn’t think you finally had a man who would be into this wild ass shit, now did you?”

You wanted to question him further but you felt your gravity shift as the balcony door whipped open behind you. Toji ripped off the towel covering you as you practically tumbled backwards onto the small landing buttass naked.

The crisp fall night air hits your dampened skin giving you goosebumps. You shiver and immediately drop down in a crouch to cover yourself. 

“T-Toji!! Are you insane?!” You gasped at him in a hushed tone, your silence finally broken. 

Promptly, you scan the seemingly deserted neighborhood streets through the railing for any sign of movement or signal that someone else was outside.

To your relief there was no one in sight.

Thankfully this was a relatively quiet neighborhood and no one was ever really out at this time of night. Nevertheless the shock of it all was sending your nerves into overdrive.

“Toji my ass bitch. It’s daddy to you moving forward–,” he roared jerking you up off the ground, “–and we are going to do every single fucking thing your slutty mind has ever fucking written starting NOW.” 

Your eyes darted as around him if you wanted to run back inside but there was no getting past his brutish build as he quickly slammed the door shut, shaking the frame.

Frankly, you didn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified as you had written some depraved ass shit over the past year in the midst of your cockdrought. Some of it you had never even seriously thought of actually doing IRL. 

“Let’s start right ‘ere, eh? Did you think I wouldn’t notice the description of the place in your little balcony story matched your own?” 

Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as you recalled what you wrote in that particular smut fic.

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“A-AH! N-NOOO TOJI, W-WAIIIIIIIT!” You whined through gritted teeth. 

You tried (and failed) not to release any noises from the unrelenting backshots Toji was currently giving you as he folded you over the balcony railing. The tips of your toes barely rested on the cold floor as your ass bounced back into him and had your clit throbbing when his heavy balls smacked against the sensitive nub.

You had previously only fantasized about Toji being this rough with you, but now that it was actually happening for real you couldn’t think straight. Your lungs burned from sucking in the frosty night air and your cunt pulsed from his thick girth stretching you open. 

Shockwaves ran along your body with every cruel thrust of his hips. The force of it reduced your legs to jelly and you were sure you would have collapsed had he not had you suspended like you were, between him and the railing. 

Toji seemed both unfazed by the cold and your cries for mercy as he shushed you with a harsh spank. He enjoyed the way your fat ass rippled under his heavy hand in the moonlight so much he gave you a few more for good measure.

Your tits violently swayed over the edge as one of your hands grasped the railing for stability and the other held your phone in front of you. Toji was making you dictate your story for him as he reenacted the play by play assault on your cunt.  

The bright screen you held was near blinding to your teary eyes. You mentally cringed as you knew it would act as a shiny beacon to view your activities if anyone walked by the small apartment complex or hell, even stepped out on their balcony. 

“T-Toj- Daddy, w-what ‘bout– neigh-h-b-bor-s?”

You managed to croak out over the sloshing of your cunt and slapping sounds of flesh that echoed into the atmosphere everytime he rammed into you. You couldn’t bear to look around to see if any of your neighbors had started to investigate.

“Pshhh, Fuck your neighbors Y/N! They clearly don’t have a cockcrazed baby to please that writes dirty little stories about imaginary men like I do.”

If you didn’t know better you would think he was actually jealous of the DILFs in your stories too from the way he was sadistically fucking into you. 

His thrusts caused your icy tears to run down your face and sent your tits bouncing into the wind. Your cold and neglected nipples hardened in the chill to the point of delicious pain.

“B-but- it's too c-cold out D-Daddy!”

“Mmn, yet your pussy feels warm enough, Y/N. Too hot even. This is for your benefit, you know–,” Toji stated matter-of-factly while he increases the speed his pounding into you, “–So you remember you have your own Daddy who will fuck you anyway you want, anytime you want…just, fuck, tell Daddy what his slutty baby needs.”

The way his hips are driving into your core knocks the wind out of you. Toji tightens the already brutal grip on your hips which assists him in pressing deeper into your cunt. The movement has you almost slipping. You nearly drop your phone off the balcony when your toes stepped in the growing pool of shared juices flowing down your legs and collecting at your feet.

“Hold that shit tight for daddy baby, got it? You drop it and we gotta start over, yeah? I’ll make you walk downstairs ass naked just like this to get it too,” Toji breathed out huskily. 

You realize you’ve never heard him sound this needy before now.

“What’s next, in y’er lil’ story huh?… Speak up so I can hear it over this messy cunt.” 

There was an edge of desperation for you clear in his tone. Although to your dismay it causes your body to gush around him harder meaning you would have to speak up even louder as your pussy squelches grew more vulgar in volume. 

You nearly shouted out the next part groaning and mixing in incoherent babbles throughout the smut filled paragraph as Toji doesn't slow to help you. If anything Toji picks up speed and grows even harder inside of you as he's encouraged by his baby's filthy words.

“...H-he- lifts your leg, r-resting your knee on the edge of the bal-c-cony. T-T-The angle allows h-him, fuck, deeper access to your c-cunt. Ah-h-h-a clear view of his c-cock badgering your core f’er a-anyone who happens to p-pass belowwww-ohmygod. Y-you seeeeee s-stars as he callously s-slams into your c-cervix, shitshitshit, n-nearly fa-fa-fucking you off the balcony if not for his s-strong hold on youuuu–ah. Y-you violently t-tremble as you c-cum s-screamiiiiing, not fuckdaddyfuckkkk, caring if your n-neighbors could s-see or h-hear you any l-longer.”

“HA! Is that so–” Toji lifts your leg just like you wrote in your fic, “–guess I am gonna to have to keep fucking this tight cunt until you no longer give a fuck about anything else but this dick, eh?”

You hear what sounds like a door slide open near you and you begin to whine about your neighbors again before Toji jerks your head back by your ponytail to whisper in your ear. 

“I wouldn’t worry that nasty, pretty little head of yours about these neighbors babydoll…” 

The new angle allows Toji to bury himself deeper into you just like you told in your story and his tip hits your cervix so hard you think he might actually penetrate. 

“...if I were you Y/N... I would think about how daddy’s needy lil whore is gonna make it through an entire day of classes tomorrow with clamps on your nipples and a remote control vibrator up your cunt.”

He licked the side of your face and spit in your mouth before carelessly pushing your head back. You loudly moaned as his bruising grip returned to your meaty hips as his nonstop aggressive assault on your cunt proceeds.

You feel yourself getting close, your eyes rolled back into your head and drool seeped down the corners of your mouth. You cursed your weakness for this shit as you felt yourself give into the pleasure. You surprise even yourself as you never actually thought this kinda sex could be so fucking good you wouldn’t care about shit else for real. 

“Goddamn mamas, squeezing me so hard–” Toji’s hips snapped into you with every syllable, his voice becoming more animalistic, “–you want me to fill this pussy up? Mmm, I fucking know you do the way she’s milking me. Fuck, might even put a baby in you, give ‘gumi a sibling. We won’t be able to do some of that kinky shit you wrote unless I knock a baby up in this cunt, ya know.”

Of course, Toji being the sexy ass DILF straight out of your dreams would love breeding kinks too.

His ramblings cause you to tighten and clench around him even more. You’ve wanted to beg for him like this since you first started dating. Just thinking of the words spilling out of your mouth nearly pushed you over the edge.

You were so close to release.

“I-Inside me D-Daddy pleasepleaseplease!,” you slobbered out, struggling to make sentences from all the pleasure within you.

“F-fill me– fill me D-Daddy, knock this tight little cunt up, w-want it– want it– w-want it–!!!”

Your voice caught in your throat and you nearly choked once you felt your peak hit. Your pussy sent tremors around his dick as you creamed around him. You can't think of anything else but him inside of you.

You just came but Toji allowed you no rest. He still pummeled inside you as he chased his own high and slurred vulgar curses of praise for his pretty lil’ whore's dirty mind, while planning the next debaucherous smut for you both to reenact.

“Ya think it's too late now f’er prime next day delivery for those toys, baby? Fuck, look that up while y’er still holding that phone.”

You didn’t even realize you still had your phone in your hand but were just thankful you didn’t drop yet. You didn't think it would survive the fall.

Groaning you tried to rally the strength to even lift the phone to face unlock when you locked eyes with someone below. You instantly recognized the person as the elderly woman with the flower garden from down the street.

The old lady had always been very kind to you, making pleasant conversation, offering you fresh flowers for your kitchen and praising you for how reminded her of her own sweet young daughter at your age. 

Unfortunately for you both, she was casually walking her two mini poodles when her eyes were affronted with you practically hanging off the balcony. A blissed out expression plastered across your face while Toji held you, battering your slick pussy full of his thick cock.

The old woman’s eyes widened in terror as if she actually witnessed a crime scene as she panicked, yanking her two dogs away swiftly back in the direction of her home. You knew you would have to take the long way home from now on.

Nevertheless Toji, who was none the wiser and wouldn’t give a single fuck regardless, merely continued planning out your next smut fic enactment.

“Nah fuck it, we’re going to the library tomorrow. See how many pages you can read of that dull ass biology book while y’er warming my cock... Tch, or should we do the one where y’er fucking the coach in the men’s locker room, whacha think baby?”

"Hmmmnmmrgh", you could only moan in reply.

You were already near hyperventilating from your own climax, the shame of now having to avoid your neighbor for life and Toji’s fiery body creating a storm of friction clashing with the freezing temperatures.

But your senses were now wholly overloaded once you felt him reach down to pinch and rub at your clit. 

“Cum again with Daddy baby, shit, can ya do that f’er me?” Toji sounded like he was close and he slapped your clit even harder causing you to scream out.

Cockdrunk and overstimulated you could no longer communicate as your entire body felt like it was an extension of your pussy. The thick fluids flowing out of your body increased the sizable puddle already at your feet. You utterly surrendered to the feeling and your body wrecked with pleasure electrifying you. 

You almost blackout as you feel his cock bust hot seed into your tummy melting your insides and causing you to cum all over again.

"Fuck, that’s it, take it all. Can't wait to see this belly and these tits full mama."

The aftershock of your orgasm feels near endless as Toji continues to fuck thick ropes of his cum into you. 

Losing track of time you weren’t sure how long it was before Toji finally pulled out and took you off the railing. Holding on to you so you can balance and turning you to face him he places you down on your unsteady feet. You immediately bury your head into his chest as his heat envelops your cold skin. Your breathing finally starts to calm in his embrace. 

“So good f’er daddy babygirl,” he murmurs into your hair, savoring your scent.

“Warm bath, yeah?”

“Sure, but you gotta carry me daddy.”

You yawned while Toji’s already lifting you princess style in his strong arms. You were exposed still in the night but at the same time you have never felt safer. 

You curl further into his warmth as he kisses your forehead and finally brings you back inside.

Once inside the bathroom Toji sets you down on the edge of the tub while the water runs and he leaves to grab some fresh towels.

You can’t help but feel euphoric as you smiled to yourself. You are too giddy!

You finally have the DILF daddy you always wanted and could be open about your kinks without any judgment. 

However your mood shifts when Toji returns. You give him an incredulous look as you see your pink waterproof vibrator in his hands. 

Toji turns it on and saunters over to you, his scar twisted into a devilish smirk.

“95 more fuckfics to go ma’, we don’t have time to waste…”

Fucking hell, you had entirely forgotten about the overstimulation in the bath drabble. 

You quiver in both anticipation and distress as you aren’t sure how your completely spent and nearly frozen body is gonna be able to cum four more times tonight. 

Could there ever be too much of a good thing?

You weren't sure what those limits were exactly.

“Ya know, Y/N–," Toji started slyly, interrupting your thought.

”If I hit up Shiu and you asked him nicely with that pretty lil' mouth, I’m positive he would be down for some double daddy Eiffel Tower action.”

However from the feral grin on Toji’s face he appeared determined to test those limits with you.

You could thank your Tumblr smut fics for that. 

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

A/N: I honestly have to say I am a bit impressed with myself as I’ve never finished a story in one day before ever (although it took most of today to proofread and I still think there might be errors soz). Hopefully this is a good sign for powering through those Kinktober fics once classes start up again this Weds. Also If there is any interest possibly a PT 2 after Kinktober featuring a threesome with Shiu at his office.

Edit: errors/grammar fixed as of 9/26.

This one goes out to all of us dilf smut queens who simp Toji ❤︎

Please reblog to have DILF Daddy Toji dick you down, but likes and comments are always appreciated just the same!

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[slutforsjy]

“Can I be Layla’s Mom?”

Synopsis: You made Jake mad (?) and uncomfortable with your banner, so he invited you backstage to talk about it 😇

Genre: SMUT!

Pairing: Idol!Jake X Engene Fem!Reader

Warnings: Making out, blowjob, deepthroating, cum eating, spit kink, grinding, almost sex, pervert jake, nasty jake, dom jake, PURE FILTH!

Word Count: 3k +

a/n this is my first time writing pls bare with me 😭 also eng is not my first language so….rb and comment if you enjoy it 🥰

You and your friend, swept up in the pulsating energy of the crowd, singing along with your favorite group, etching memories that will forever linger in your mind. The venue is a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, with flashing lights illuminating the stage and electrifying the atmosphere.

Attending a concert had always been a dream, lured by the promise of electrifying vibes, enchanting ambiance, and the palpable connection with the performers, especially your favorite, Jake.

There were so many banners and signs around for enhypen to read and yours were the one that caught the attention of the members.

It says….

“JAKE! CAN I BE LAYLA’S MOM?” with a picture of him and Layla that he posted on twitter.

For the rest of the members they thought it was funny, but for Jake, it sparked a different reaction. The moment he saw you waving that banner, it was at first funny to him at least, until his gaze traveled from your face down to your tight ass dress pushing your breast out a little bit, his reaction shifted.

You tried to catch his attention more as you started jumping, shouting, singing, and dancing not knowing how your boobs wiggle in front of him. His jaw clenched at the sight and you didn’t miss the way he licked his lips. Of course, your fans around you went crazy duh 🙄 but for you? you can’t seem to read what was that expression.

As the concert drew to a close, with each member delivering their heartfelt messages to the crowd, your eyes remained fixated on Jake. When he finished speaking, you seized the opportunity to capture his attention once more, by showing him your banner. However, instead of amusement, you sensed a flicker of irritation in his demeanor. You saw him cock his head looking annoyed by your actions as he diverted his gaze over to the other side of the stage and started waving at the fans instead.

You got worried, fearing that your playful gesture may have crossed a line and maybe it’s not an inappropriate banner for you to show him in the first place. But you just shrugged it off as you put your banner inside your bag and just enjoy the rest of the concert.

Everything inside the venue happens so quickly, and clearly, you don’t want to go home especially that your bias is mad at you. During their encore, you never miss a time when jake steals a look from you. He would look at you with a sharp eyes and then look at somewhere else when you catch him looking directly at you.

At this point you are so worried maybe because you truly made him uncomfortable with that stupid banner.

You’re so stupid!

Consumed by guilt and disappointment, you didn’t enjoy the rest of the concert. You really feel like crying, wanting to apologize to Jake which makes it worse as the thought of never meeting him again hits you and you’re never gonna have a chance to tell him that you’re sorry.

Once they bid their final goodbye, a wave of melancholy washed over you watching how the stage slowly closes hiding the seven most precious human beings for you.

“Bitch what was going on with you and jake?” you were jolted by your friend’s sudden question

See? Your friend noticed it too!

“Right? I really don’t know what I did wrong” you screamed, the weight of uncertainty pressing upon you.

“Dude he stares at you like he’s going to kill you” she says jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Damn! maybe i made him uncomfortable with my banner” your friend nodded noting how you didn’t use your banner at the latter part of the concert.

For the record, it wasn’t your intention to make anyone uncomfortable especially Jake, you made it for fun! even you friends and the other members find it funny. How is it not funny for Jake too!

As the crowd dispersed, your friends lingered for a final photo, offering a brief distraction from your swirling thoughts. Lost in the digital snapshots of the evening, you were startled by an unexpected interruption.

“Excuse me” he says tapping your shoulder.

You thought it was another engene asking you to take a photo of them but to your surprise you saw what is written in his shirt.

‘STAFF’

“Uhm sorry we’re actually done taking photo, we’ll head out quickly after this” you smiled at him.

You are about the go out of the venue when he calls you again.

“Uhm actually someone wants to see you…… at the backstage” You are so shocked and confused.

“W-what? Why?” your asked nervously

“Just go there, he just wants to talk to you” he then walked away shooting you a smile afterwards

“He?” both of you exclaimed

“Girl what the fuck is goin~?!” you cut your friend off and went immediately to follow the staff

You left your friend there and just shouted to her to just meet you at the hotel.

You’re so nervous walking towards the staff in front of you as he pointed at the door telling you to go inside.

Stopping in front of the door, heart racing, thinking if you should go inside or not.

Just by looking at the door, you think it is a storage room or whatever. You spent few minutes guessing what or WHO could be inside this room.

Once you got the courage to open the door, you were so shocked from what you see.

There you saw Jake,

manspreading, both arms on the head rest of the couch, staring at you with a smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down while licking his lips.

Wearing his soundcheck outfit earlier!

Your knees started trembling, seeing those gaze he gave you earlier at the stage as you nervously averted your gaze to look around the small room.

But this isn’t the time to be nervous, and so you brushed off your own thoughts and say hi and tell him how he did well.

“Hi Jake, i really enjoyed the concert, i can’t believe you called me i~” you were cutted as you heard him speak by his deep voice with thick accent

“come here” he commands while tapping his thigh

You blinked for a while as you look at him confused

“i said come here” his tone is very commanding and scary

You slowly walk towards him and he immediately grabbed your wrist and draw circles on it using his thumb

“so…” he paused looking at you directly in the eye

“you wanna be layla’s mom” that devilish smirk perked up on his beautiful lips once again

You gulp nervously at the question you knew that this was about the banner

“look Jake im sorry i didn’t mean to make you~” he shush you

“you know how hard it was for me to hide a fucking boner?” he raised his eyebrows at you

“what?” you ask sincerely looking at his bulge

He took your hand once again and guided it to palm his hard cock through his pants.

“JAKE!!” you shouted his name and step back a little bit taken aback from what he did.

GOD IT’S HUGE 😭

He smirked again from your reaction as he let go of your hands and quickly removed his glasses and leather jacket leaving him only with tank top perfectly flexing his biceps and showing his toned chest through the tight material.

You tried not to look at his body but failed anyways

“So” he licked his lips and started placing both of his hands at the back of his head, spreading his legs even more to pull you closer to him.

Youur mouth waters from the sight alone and jake noticed it and smirked again for the hundredth time.

“To be layla’s mom, first you should know how to suck my dick” he looked up to you waiting for your response

Your eyes widened from what you heard.

“WHAT?!!” you’re so confused right now

“can you make me feel good” palming his hard cock through his pants, once again biting his lips, and winking at you. “I want someone who can take care of my cock too, you think you can do that?”

This is guy is so perv but you love it. It’s not all the time that you could suck a dick like jake’s 🤷‍♀️

You don’t know what’s going on with your mind as you nodded to him slowly kneeling down and you put both of your hands on either side of his thighs

“that’s a good girl” he said patting your head as he tucked your hair behind your ears

You can’t really talk right now. All you can think of is HIS cock and the taste of his cum.

Without any hesitation you immediately reached for his pants unzipping it in no time. He lifted his lower body so you could pull down his pants together with his boxers.

You gulped at the sight in front of you, it’s average in length but what shocked you the most is its thickness, it’s fat FAT!

You tried to scan his fat cock a little bit more as you also noticed how veiny it is. Well this isn’t so shocking for you because you see how veiny his hands are.

You can’t help but to lick your lips as you can’t really wait to savour his cock. You’re basically drooling over his cock. “you like what you see baby? why don’t you show me how you like it hmm?”

You wasted no time putting your pretty lips around the tip of his cock

You hummed as you try to please him with only the head

He leaned against the couch and put his hands at the back of his head

HE IS SO HOT! you were so turned on at the sight of him looking down at you with smile, biting his lips and his armpit on full display.

You try to taste every inch of his fat cock starting from the head, you started sucking it like your life depends on it. He guided your hands into his balls implying you to massage it.

He can’t help but buck his hips wanting to hit your throat immediately.

After a few minutes of sucking and licking just the tip you gave it a few more peck while looking at him still looking down at you with a smirk as he caress your cheeks

You tilt your head and work on the base of his cock this time. You gave it a long lick from his balls to the top of its head. You could literally feel in your tongue the bumps of his veins running through his cock. HE TASTES SO GOOD!

“baby i want more, please suck it more” he whined getting boring with your way of pleasuring him.

You got sad cuz you want to take your time, to WORSHIP his cock. But this isn’t about you, so upon hearing his words you’re eager to please him more, to SATISFY him.

You started by spitting on top of his cock as you locked eye contact with him. You saw him nodding at you flashing his eyebrows encouraging you to do more.

You worked your mouth down on his pretty cock reaching the back of your throat in one go earning a few cuss from his him.

“fuck that’s it, so fucking tight and warm ahh..” he grabbed the back of your head and pushed it down a little bit more.

He guided you as you bobbed your head up and down aggressively until you choked out loud, causing you to immediately pull his hands off of your head and let go of his cock for a second.

You looked at him with teary eyes, catching your breath, signaling for a pause.

“im sorry baby did i go too hard?” he asked while tracing your lips with the head of his cock STILL smirking.

“just a few more, i know you can take it” he leaned down to lick the corner of your lips where your saliva is dripping and asked “right baby?”

damn he’s so hot and nasty 😵‍💫 but you like it. You like how he’s being rough with you

“please” he says with puppy eyes

and who are you to ignore his cock?

“stick your tongue out for me please”

As the cock slut you are you stuck your tongue out as he placed his heavy cock on top of your tongue rubbing it slowly.

You both stayed like this for a while feeling the heaviness of his cock while he says a few reminders.

“when i cum down this mouth i want you to swallow all of it, understood?” you badly want to make this the best blowjob he will ever get, so you immediately lick the tip of his cock as a response while nodding

“fuck” he hissed at your actions and pulled you out of his cock by your hair and held your chin up

“you can’t wait huh? you really want my cum?” he says slapping his cock against your cheeks

All you can do is to nod at him, your eyes watching how he hits your face with his cock tapping it all over your face harder and harder spreading his pre-cum

He teases you like this for a few seconds as you go after his dick sniffing it and catching it with your mouth

He chuckles while looking at you so desperate looking like a dog going after its toy “Slut!” he slapped it one last time against your cheeks and started patting your head

“good girl, now open up i’ll go hard okay?” he stands up, forcefully gripping your jaw using his one hand and spat on your mouth which you gladly took and swallow like it’s yours.

“god you’re making me crazy” without a warning he shoved his cock all the way in to your throat. You looked at him with teary eyes while he harshly fuck your throat like there’s no tomorrow.

He pulls out for a second to give you a break as he pats your head and caress your cheeks “so good for me, taking me so well”

“please fuck my mouth jakey” you beg

“oh baby i will” you try your best not to choke as he picked up his pace this time. You gripped around his legs as a support as he uses your mouth like a flesh light with every hard thrust letting a sinful moans and grunts from him.

You keep sucking, using your tongue to rub the underside of his dick that's filling up your mouth. He pulls your hair again causing you to moan around his dick and you close your eyes, only to feel a slap on your cheek.

You open your eyes and look up at him to see him looking down at you with a frown, hand still on your jaw. " You're gonna keep looking at me got it?" He said, his thrusts never faltering. You hummed in agreement and his smirk returns.

“ughh fuck this mouth so good for me” he thrusts slowly but deeper this time angling his hips.

“you like this huh? such a good girl for me yeah?” he asked mouth wide open and eyes squinting as pleasure takes over his body.

You stay like that for a few more minutes, unmoving as Jake uses your mouth for his pleasure, swallowing saliva and precum, until you feel his grip in your hair get tighter and his thrusts gets deeper.

“Im close baby, remember what i told you?” he says as his speed increases, the sounds of you choking and gagging bringing his climax ever closer.

You felt him grabbed your head with both of his hands as his thrusts started to get sloppy and shallow indicating for him to reach his climax.

Hearing his sexy moans and gasps made your pussy clench around nothing. So you tried to reach for your pants and work your own orgasm.

Jake is too lost on his mind to even notice how youre trying to pleasure yourself. With that he just continues to punish your pretty little mouth mercilessly.

“ah fuck! fuck! fuck! im cumming, ah” he cried so loud enough for people outside the room to hear

With few more thrust he buried your head against his cock, the tip of your nose hitting his pelvis as he shoot his load to the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks even more getting all the cum out of his cock.

You looked at him head thrown back, furrowed eyebrows, mouth wide open moaning out loud, body twitching, and gasping for air. His face says it all.

You felt his dick twitch one last time as he shots his 6th cumshot in to your throat, some spilling down your mouth.

He thrusts one last time to make sure all of his cum goes down your throat.

“fuck” he fell down the couch sweat all over his face looking at you proudly as you showed him how you eat and swallow all of his load~draining him.

“fuck i came a lot, didn’t I?” he moves closer to your face as he brought his thumb to wipe off the remaining of his cum on your chin and shove it back inside your mouth.

You hummed sucking his thumb while looking at him, your pussy is now forgotten as you came just from tasting his seeds.

“good girl” you’ve lost count on how many times did Jake called you that. It boosts your ego.

You started getting up on your knees, and grabbed your things, and the reality just hits you now. You can’t process what just happened “jake i have to go, thank y~”

You were cut off once again

“wait” you glanced over him as you see him get something from his bag

He walk over you still with his cock hanging between his legs and hand you a piece of paper~with his contact number written on it.

You find him cute on how he just stood there, smiling at you like a puppy as if he didn’t just choked your life out earlier.

He leaned closer to your ear as he grabbed the back of your neck and whispered something to you

“i still don’t know your name, pretty” he said in a flirty and sexy tone making you wet once again.

You were about to say your name when you felt him bit your ears.

“Jake uhmm wait” you tried to stop him as his mouth went its way down to your neck sucking it desperately.

“mhmm jake please” you cried tilting your head to give him more access to your neck

It took a while before jake got his senses back as he stared at the mark on your neck proudly with a smirk.

“so…how do you want me to call you baby” he looked at your eyes

“y/n” you said voice shaking

“what a sexy name” he says with a raspy voice squeezing your ass up pressing your clothed pussy on his once again hard cock

“feel that y/n?” you moaned as you feel his cock against you with your pants the only boundary. At this point, both of you are so hungry and desperate for each other. You follow the rhythm of his body, grinding against him.

He grabed you by your head and started lapping, eating, devouring, the entirety of your mouth almost licking all parts of your face. Making you gasp and open your lips for him. But he doesn’t gave you time to catch your breath as he pushed his tongue inside your mouth feeling him suck on your tongue harshly. You placed both of your hands on his shoulder as you try to kiss him back with the same intensity. You continued for a few more minutes exchanging salivas while still grinding against each other until you heard a knock from the door calling for Jake.

You pulled back from the kiss and saliva dripped down your lips but Jake is too quick to catch it with his own tongue. Licking your chin all the way up to the tip of your nose. He groaned, disappointment evident from his face.

“Damn baby you’re so hot, but i need to go” he said while putting his Calvin Klein underwear back on together with his pants.

“call me by the number i gave you…” he thrusts in to you one last time…

“Im going to MAKE you a mom” he whispers pecking your lips one last time

Leaving you dumb and speechless

Leaving your pussy dripping from your second orgasm

Leaving you wanting for more

Leaving you curious about his last words~

THE END

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[fuckmyskywalker]

🕯️🧺 w anakin? plz? 🥺❤️

Prompt: 🕯️ "You weren’t supposed to hear that.” | 🧺 Stepcest. — Anakin Skywalker.

CW: 18+, smut!. stepcest, dub-con/non-con (reader is drunk and under other substances, they don't explicitly say yes but they don't say no either so). Anakin is quite violent in here, and mean, and a bitch. Dirty talk, Oral sex (m), struggling with feelings, Anakin is an idiot tbh but he is my filthy, pervert idiot. | Word count: 2.9k (...somebody kill me.)

a/n: This is so disgustingly delicious I couldn't help myself, sorry. It was supposed to be a short drabble but ended up being almost 3k of pure filth.

His feet tap the rug of the living room anxiously; Anakin knows he should stay away from all this, lock himself in his bedroom, and jack off before bed. 

But as usual, his thoughts are even more complicated than that, he is caught between a situation that he isn’t sure has a positive outcome or even one for that matter. It’s the same conflict he has been going through ever since his wonderful mother had the great idea to marry your awesome dad who treated her as she deserved and welcomed Anakin as his son. But that wasn’t the problem.

It was you.

Anakin wanted you, so bad it burned his skin and chained his heart to a cold wall of self-restraint. This is wrong, or at least that’s what he kept repeating to himself every night he heard you in the adjacent room, moaning softly under your own caresses and all he could do was rub his uncomfortable erection to at least ease some of the yearning. This is wrong, or at least that’s what he kept whispering in the shower, closing his eyes to not see his hands squeezing your bottle of shampoo and consuming his sanity in the sweet scent of strawberry shortcake, relishing in the calmness your characteristic smell brings him. This is wrong, or at least that’s what he kept saying in the solitude of the obscure living room, waiting for you to come back from whatever fucking party you decided to sneak out that night.

It was easier to mask his desires and sinful lusts for you under a coat of anger. Always snapping at you, yelling, pushing you away. Anakin found that nasty attitude as an effective coping mechanism. For a while. You suddenly stopped talking to him, searching for his friendship or a simple common ground so you two could be in the same room without screaming and throwing insults at each other until either his mother or your father had to step in.

Neither of them tried to interfere unless things got heavily verbal and one time, physical. They both concluded it was only the edge of getting used to this new dynamic. You and Anakin just need more time to grow accustomed to each other’s presence, that’s it. Plus, Shmi didn’t feel entitled to scold you, and your father was never good at dealing with “women’s emotions”.

Deep down, Anakin was feeling guilty, and he, much like your father, wasn't good at dealing with others’ emotions, less alone his. He never tried to apologize either, which perhaps was why he was doing this. Aside from that repetitive statement of “this is wrong”, he tries to swallow his guilt and add to the mix a hint of “this is how I show my worry for her”. Which, if being brutally honest, was a pretty shitty way of doing so. Glancing at the digital clock on the fireplace, his anxious tapping gets stronger, it is almost 3:30 am. He hesitates, should he call you? Would you even pick up the phone? Should he just drop this whole act off and go to bed? Anakin feels too tired to even masturbate, or too angry, it doesn’t matter. The thoughts and “what ifs” begin to drown him, and if there is something that the unstable bastard is, is an overthinker. 

As luck would have it, his head snaps up when he hears the front door click open softly, followed by a muffled giggle. He stands up slowly, careful not to make a single noise. Are you alone? He hopes you are. The idea of seeing you with someone else twists his stomach with jealousy, quickly followed by that familiar wave of guilt. He has no right over you, that is a fact, and yet he forces himself to look over it, using the poor, sick excuse of being your stepbrother to worry about you; Even if his worry is translated into being a bitch, spying your every movement, and fucking his fist to the thought of you. 

He sees you stumbling through the front door, clicking the latch with what appears to be shaky fingers. Anakin remains silent as he scoots closer to you, resting on the frame of the arch that leads from the living room to the hallway that connects with the front door and the kitchen. You fail to notice his presence, too busy struggling to keep both feet on the floor as your heels hang from your right hand and your purse on your left. The tiniest bit of relief travels through his veins, at least you are alone. You walk past Anakin, but he doesn’t let you wander more than three steps. 

“Had a fun time? He asks in a sarcastic, dry tone. Cold blue eyes scan you up and down unashamedly, taking notice of how revealing and tight your outfit looks. 

With a loud gasp you turn around in a split second, your eyes widen and your mouth contorts into an expression of shock and drunken panic, Anakin predicts your scream and sprints towards you clasping a hand over your mouth and pushing you against the nearest wall. If he was upset before now he is fuming. “Shut the fuck up” He whispers against your face, his hot breath fanning over your nose. Up close Anakin notices how your eyes are droopy, puffy, and red. “If you wake them up I won’t save your ass”

You try to push him away but to no avail, Anakin is stronger than you, and your drunken state completely eats up your stability. Your head shakes side to side trying to remove his hand from your mouth but it only makes him push it harder until your lips begin to feel numb. “Where were you?” He asks, towering right in front of you in a frightening yet… arousing way. “And what the fuck is that outfit?” 

It’s rather ironic how your stepbrother keeps interrogating you but also takes away your ability to talk— You let go of your heels that fall to the wood floor with a muted sound, trying to push him away with your palm against his chest. 

Which apparently infuriates Anakin further. “Keep your hands off me, who knows where they’ve been” He hisses and slaps your hand away and pins it to your side with frustrated force.  “Were you with someone?” Anakin hisses, so close to your face you can see how deep his eyes are. You never recall they were such a pretty shade of blue. 

You shake your head at his last question, the only verbal indication you can give. His shoulders seem to relax the tiniest bit just to return to his usual tense shape. “Don’t fucking lie to me” He warns you and spits your name in a venomous way that should hurt your feelings and bring tears to your eyes. You shake your head again this time more desperately, this is the closest he had ever been to you ever since your father married his mother and it’s borderline scary. “You smell like a damn distillery, fucking disgusting” 

Instead of pushing him again, you raise your knee to hit his hip, your goal was his crotch but you missed by a lot. Anakin grunts in pain and lets go of your mouth for a second letting you take a heavy, desperate breath. Your body feels dizzy and sweaty and it’s all because of him. The altercation only lasts a few seconds and you don’t even reach the first stair before Anakin yanks your hair and slams your body back to a wall.

“Let go of me—” You whine with little conviction. “Get the fuck off Anakin I—” Your voice isn’t a plea, it’s an irritated complaint that makes you focus on everything else besides the burning ache that is beginning to form in between your legs at the tussle between your stepsibling. You expect his hand to clasp over your mouth again and the little self-consciousness left in your mind decides to bite his palm if he does so—

But instead, his lips crash over yours messily, punching all the air from your lungs. Your body reacts faster than your mind and the first thought that swirls in your hazed head is: His tongue tastes like heaven. Anakin quietly grunts at the strong flavor of liqueur and cheap cigarettes that fills his senses, pushing his hips forward basically rubbing his half-hard cock against your hip. Using his grip on your hair he yanks your head upwards so his lips can attack your jaw and neck, rapt in your heavy panting. Anakin’s knee finds a comfortable spot between your thighs, rubbing the sharp bone over against your needy core. Your body jolts slightly and you mewl into the cold air of the staircase hallway. You want to touch him, run your hands through his hair, cup his beautiful face, embrace this sick, prohibited feeling— but the emotional grip he was on you is doing its job. You can’t seem to find the strength to move a single muscle, melting into a wordless puddle for the person who you were supposed to hate.

Anakin’s knee picks up an acceptable pace forcing you to move your hips involuntarily to relieve some of the ache. You couldn’t remember when was the last time you were this wet, and even if you wanted to— it would’ve been impossible. He leaves wet, lewd kisses over your neck before sucking and biting your skin, ravishing you as if you were his prey, and perhaps you were. Anakin’s hand which isn’t gripping at your hair so hard your scalp is burning, squeezes your hip with the same brutal, appealing force. 

“You don’t have any idea how bad I want you” Anakin breathes against your neck, his voice lingering with that dangerous edge, mixed with what appears to be compassion, but not for you, for himself.— or even emotion. “You get under my damn skin, you make me lose my damn mind” His white teeth are like a threat, sinking into every inch of skin available, marking you. 

To care? You don’t have it in you. Probably not even if you were sober. Your mind struggles to come up with a reply, the ocean you are swimming in has everything except guilt, which was burning Anakin’s soul. “I know…” You whispered weakly, pushing your hips forwards and biting your lip to choke a moan at how good it felt to be humping your stepbrother’s knee. “I heard you jacking last month— you moaned my name” It was a miracle you could even build the sentence together, your voice was slurred and broken, but Anakin understood every word.

He curses under his breath, and the surprising sight of his flushed, red cheeks seems to break your drunk trance for a moment. Anakin hides his face in your shoulder, resting his forehead on the muscle. “You weren’t supposed to hear that” He mutters, it feels humiliating, but the simple act of unintentional humiliation makes his cock twitch inside his grey sweats. 

“I did”

“Shut up”

“I liked it”

Anakin’s head snaps upwards, meeting your half-lidded eyes. He wants to believe you. The doubt flies around his head: He is not used to having what he wants— Why would you be the exception? Is this his chance to be greedy and take the only thing he has been craving for months now? Is this how Eve felt when the Devil offered her the forbidden fruit? 

Are you his forbidden fruit?

Is this the way out from Eden?

It was too much. 

Lowering his knee he glares at your discontented groan, placing both hands on your shoulders and forcing you to kneel. The intention is clear, and it doesn’t take you long to pick it up. Your shaky hands fumble with the little bow on his swears but Anakin just pushes them away, muttering something about ‘how stupidly drunk you are you can’t even do something for yourself’. What is also not a surprise, is the lack of underwear— but what it is— is his cock. 

Your mouth waters at the sight of it, completely hard right in front of your face. Swallowing, you allow him to guide the tip to your open, awaiting mouth. The first touch is like touching heaven, or hell— Your warm tongue swirls over the sensitive head tasting the salty precum, wondering what could you do to be able to savor him again. Anakin places his large hand on the back of your head fighting the urge to push you all the way in. He is trying to be nice, at least a little. Although, it seems like you have other plans; He is bigger than other guys you’ve seen, not massive but certainly above average. Perhaps big enough that you can see the outline on your lower stomach if he fucks you. Sliding a couple more inches inside your wet mouth you roll your eyes at the way Anakin’s breath hitches and how his hips push forwards the slightest bit.

The wonderful weight of his cock on your tongue is hypnotizing, and you waste no time bobbing your head back and forth, sliding a bit more of his cock after a couple of minutes. Raising your eyes, you find Anakin staring directly at you, his blue irises dilated and almost glowing in a predatory manner. 

His breathless chuckle catches you off guard. “You must be a slut if you suck cock this good.” It’s a double-edged compliment, either way, it feels good. You whine around his dick making him hiss in pleasure, biting his lower lip to keep the noises down. He can only imagine the catastrophic consequences if his mother (or your father) wakes up and finds his son’s cock buried in his stepsibling’s throat. “Fuck— I wish I could have you on your knees all day…” 

You try to nod at the idea, it sounds great— it fucking does. The struggle for air starts to hit you, and the lustful haze replaces the alcohol haze in your head and bloodstream— You are no longer drunk in cheap tequila, vodka, and whatever the fuck was in that igloo; no, you are drunk in his cock, his scent, his voice, in him. 

You decide to go big, because well, you already are home. Deepthroating him rewards you with a delightful moan, not loud enough to bounce over the walls of the first floor but enough for you to pick it up and moan as an aftereffect. Your throat contracts around his hard cock and Anakin is a dead man. The little restraint he had left breaks and the next thing you feel is your head banging against the wall to keep you in place as he fucks your face. His hips thrust on and on, your gags and chokes sobs only spurring him further. Your nails dig into his thighs and his balls graze against your chin with every frantic snap. Anakin is painting, sweating, sinning. 

If this was the forbidden fruit, could he blame Eve at all? 

Your tears, your smeared makeup, the drool that trickles down your chin is like a work of art. Anakin thinks you look beautiful, but it isn’t enough. The muted pounding of the back of your skull against the wall shouldn’t be as erotic as you register it, forcing your mouth open, letting him use you, ruin you, own you in the nastiest way possible. 

Anakin’s release comes without warning. His cock twitches inside your mouth and some thick, hot ropes of cum slide down your throat before he moved out of the warm paradise that your mouth was to paint your face with his cum. He exhales shakily, stroking the base to make sure everything is out and on you. The thick globe of cum that slides down your cheek reaches the corner of your lips and you stick your tongue to catch it, making Anakin squeeze his eyes close and wipe the sweat away from his forehead with the back of his hand.

The silence is everything but tense, it even feels comforting; as if all the words that you two wanted to scream were now said— in such a carnal, animalistic way. Anakin’s hands are gentle as he helps you get up, giving you the time you need to calm yourself and settle the unsteadiness of your legs. His arm wraps itself around your waist, trying so badly not to look at your cum-stained face in order to not get hard again. 

“Sorry,” He whispers as the familiar sensation of guilt makes itself present and commences to weigh his shoulders down. His nose scratches your shoulder, and every negative thought begins to swirl inside his mind. 

“Don’t be” You reply, trying to smile but you are too tired to even do it.

The clock ticks 4:12 am.

“Is it wrong if I say I love you?” Anakin’s voice is searing with regret, what has he done? The martyrdom rings inside his chest, constricting it and echoing like big, golden bells. 

“I don’t know” Your answer is sincere. You blink some tears away, wiping some of his lukewarm cum away from your face, it’s beginning to dry up. “But I love you too, so, if it’s wrong…”

He knows what you are implying. 

The clock ticks 4:16 am when he helps you undress and wipes your face with a makeup remover wipe. Anakin helps you get dressed, noticing your pajama top was an old t-shirt that belongs to him, a piece of clothing he simply imagined he lost in the washer machine. His lips are soft when he tucks you in bed. You smile at him tiredly, kissing him back.

No more words were needed.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 English isn’t my first language, sorry for any mistakes!

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[tiredmamaissy]

Forgive Me

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Part II

Characters: jake sully x na’vi reader x neteyam sully

Warnings: pure filth, dark/mean dom jake, hurt/soft dom nete, public sex, rough sex, profanity, squirting

Word Count: 3k [i swore to myself that i was gonna make this short smh]

Author's Note: this is fucked up but writing this had my heart racing, so it is what it is. i love you nete, i'm sorry.

Tags: @b-ritney , you better stop what you're doing because it's out loool (ty for the reblog btw) @jakexneytiri baby hope you enjoy plus everyone who wanted it to be a lil longer

based on this and this

"Take me here." you blurt out, frustration so pent up you couldn’t help it.

"What?" Neteyam breathes, wide eyes watching you back up against the tree.

"Just take me right here. I - I can’t wait any longer" you huff quietly, eagerly untying the knot on your loincloth.

Neteyam looks around, scanning the forest to see if anyone is nearby to witness you stripping. He catches sight of his father, far in the distance sharpening his hunting knife.

"Are you fucking crazy?" he whispers harshly, grabbing your hand that’s so desperately trying to rip your soaked loincloth off you. “My father is right there!”

"So? I need you now." you pant, pulling him in by the arm.

"So? So? So I can’t fuck you here” he leans in to rasp the words, pulling you away from the tree into his chest.

"Fuck. Neteyam. Maybe I should go and ask your father to fuck me since you’re so concerned about him." you hiss, peering up into his eyes.

Neteyam grabs your other wrist, binding them both together in one hand, hard enough to bruise your silken skin. He pushes you back against the scaly tree, pinning your hands above your head. He’s inches away from your face, panting hot air into your face.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he mutters, shoving his knee in between your legs, applying pressure to your needy little cunt.

You can’t help but giggle, pleased with yourself that you know exactly how to get what you want, when you want.

"Haah... I said" you pant, "I said, maybe I should get your dad to fuc-"

Neteyam yanks you towards him once more, spinning you around to shove your face against the tree. He tugs down his loincloth just enough for his painfully rock hard cock to slap right between your wet pussy lips.

"This is what you want?" he thrusts between your folds a few times before lining his cockhead up with your dripping entrance. "Hm? Then take it." he pants into the shell of your ear, slamming his cock inside you. "Take every fucking inch of it." he groans lowly, staying deep inside your cunt - jabbing his swollen cockhead into your cervix.

"F-fuck!" You cry out, walls of your heat clamping around him, trying so desperately to stretch out enough for his fat cock.

A hand flies up to cup your mouth. "Shush, you desperate little thing. Wanting me to fuck you in broad daylight, right in front of my fucking father. Yeah?" he grunts quietly, setting a merciless pace right off the bat.

Your muffled, filthy cries and whimpers only rile him up more, making him pound into your slippery, tight cunt.

Fuck, does it feel good.

"Mmmph! Mmm!" You moan, thrashing your head to get out of his grip.

"Fuck. Don't fight me, baby. I thought you wanted this?" he growls lowly, digging his fingers into your cheeks, "Hush up and take it."

You're so fucking close, you just need him to go a little deeper... a little harder. You arch your back, trying to angle his cockhead to jam right into your sweet spot, all on your own. But all he's doing is teasing you, brushing against it ever so slightly.

It's driving you crazy.

"Look at you squirming around, trying to make yourself cum." he thrusts right into your sweet spot. "Yeah, I know exactly where it is. But, oh sweetheart. You'll have to fucking earn it, won't you?" he pants, plunging two fingers into your mouth.

This how he likes to play. He'll act all sweet, and considerate, and the moment you do something - say something to piss him off he's quick to put you in your fucking place. Then he'll tease, and tease you, taking joy in watching you squirm around as you try to make him fuck you out right. Making you beg him to fuck you faster - harder, all so you can cover his cock with your cum.

Fuck. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck me harder!" you squeal, biting down onto his fingers.

"Sst!" he yanks his fingers out your mouth, "Shut it. You're so fucking needy. So fucking noisy." he growls deeply, manhandling your hips to drill his cock deep inside you.

"That’s no way to talk to a lady. Thought I taught ya better than that, son" Jake interrupts, arms crossed over his chest, leg propped up on a large tree stump.

"Shit. I - I" Neteyam stutters, frozen - cock still buried deep inside you.

You hide your flushed face into your arms, mortified that the Olo'eyktan has caught you two in the act - in public at that.

"Oh, sweetheart. Is my boy not treating ya right?" he clicks his tongue, trying to have a good luck at your face.

"Sir, I - I can explain." Neteyam starts pulling out of you, making you whimper quietly.

"No - no. Go ahead, son. Let's see if you've learned anything that I've been tryna drill into that goddamn head of yours." Jake snaps, taking a seat on the tree stump, gesturing for him to continue.

Was his father really telling him to fuck you? In front of him? The thought of the Olo'eyktan watching you get fucked out only made the blood pump in your veins harder, making you even more flushed... even more aroused. You'd never admit it, but you'd always had a thing for his father. Who wouldn't? A warrior with that much power and strength. Your thighs rubbed together at the mere thought, just as Neteyam slides back inside of you.

Fuck, are we really doing it? You look behind you, shock plastered on your face.

"'m sorry, love." Neteyam whispers in your ear as he pumps his cock in and out of you. He couldn't disobey his fathers orders - he would never dare.

He thrusts into you languidly, keeping his hands frozen on your hips, gaze locked onto anything but the spectator - the judge. You're afraid to make a peep, covering your own mouth as he gently grazes past the swell of your g-spot. Perhaps it was the audience, but Neteyam seemed to have stage fright. He went from pinning you against the tree, plunging two fingers in your mouth and pounding sweet squelching noises out your pussy to - well, this.

"Go on boy. Fuck her like you were before. No need to hold back 'cause of your old man." Jake chuckles, eyes fixated on your bouncing breasts.

Neteyam's hips pick up speed, rutting into you a little faster - a little harder. Little moans make their way up your throat and you try your best to hold them in, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your bottom lip.

Thrust. Right into your sweet spot.

"Oh f-fuck!" your eyes pop open, looking the Olo'eyktan directly in the face as you let loose a strained moan. Neteyam's covers your mouth once more, not wanting anyone else but him to hear your pathetic, filthy, little noises. You can't help but rub your thighs together, arching your back so that he can tickle that sensitive spot deep in your cunt again - all while you stare into his father's eyes.

Jake props his elbows on his knees, face resting in his hand as he holds eye contact with you. It's as if he were asking you for permission to fuck you properly - to fuck you how a real warrior should. You stare at Jake, teardrops crashing onto Neteyam's hand that cups your mouth, silently telling him 'please' as you squirm around trying to make yourself cum. Your eyes fall to the bulge between his legs, earning you a little sly smirk from his father.

Shit. What am I doing? Your eyes flutter before tearing away from the sight of his clothed, growing cock.

"Hands off her mouth, boy. What the hell are you thinking? You tryna suffocate the poor girl?" Jake waves his hand at his son as he gets up, an expression of dissatisfaction smothered on his face.

"Sorry, sir." Neteyam breathes, hand falling back to your hip.

He walks slowly over to you and leans into your face, inches away from your lips. "Are you feeling good, babygirl?" he asks huskily, his predatory eyes boring into yours.

"I - I, uh. Y-yes" you squeak, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Doesn't seem that way, sweetheart. You've been squirming around tryna make yourself cum." he whispers, inching his mouth closer and closer to your ear. "I can help you with that." he whispers before pulling back to look into your eyes once more.

Your eyes frantically search his, brows pinched together and mouth slightly parted - an expression of desperation. You wanted to cum so badly. You wanted him to make you cum so badly. But you didn't want to admit it. You couldn't admit it, not with Neteyam here - with Neteyam still inside you like this. You bat your eyes a few times, breath becoming raggedy. Jake smiles, taking this as your way of saying 'fuck me, please'.

"Alright." Jake stands, huffing out a sigh as if he were about to do some charity work. "Looks like I'm gonna have to show ya. Move out the way." he orders.

Neteyam grinds his teeth, hard enough he may actually chip one. He looks at his father, then down to you with defeat in his eyes. He knew he didn't have a choice here, but that didn't take away the feelings pulsing through his veins, the green flame of envy in his chest - the blood bubbling in his heart. Reluctantly, he pulls out of you and steps back, eyes locked onto his feet.

"N-nete?" you whine quietly, eyes bulging from the sight of his father taking his position behind you.

"Sorry, love." he mutters, retreating to the tree stump.

You watch as Jake quickly shifts his loincloth to the side, unsheathing his massive cock. If your eyes could pop out of your head anymore, they would. You stare at his hung cock in awe, covered in blue prominent stripes with a thick mushroomy head. He's easily a few inches bigger than Neteyam. You gulp down a wad of spit, quickly turning to face the tree once again, squeezing your eyes as you prepare yourself to be ripped into two.

"Easy. I'll take my time with you, sweet thing." he whispers low in your ear.

He clears his throat. "First." he projects his voice, "you need to get her into a comfortable position. If you wanna pin her against a tree, you gotta have her facing ya." he spins you around, bringing you face to face with him.

"Then, you gotta put her leg around ya. Like this." he huffs, hoisting one leg around his hip. "Feel okay, sweetheart?"

"Mm-mhm." you mumble, feeling something thick press between the folds of your pussy.

"Good. See, boy?" Jake raises his brows, "then, you enter her. Slowly. You can't just ram it in."

You look over at Neteyam, elbows on his knees as he hangs his head low, peering up at you through his brows. He's visibly fighting the urge to lash out at his father, or was it... the urge to cry? It's hard to tell. But the more his eyes water, is the more difficult it becomes to keep looking Neteyam in the eye.

But you can't look away.

You feel Jake's bottom lip brush against your ear. "Ready?" he whispers, rubbing his tip against your entrance - lubricating it with your thick slick. You nod slightly, still staring at Neteyam, who watches as your eyes widen, brows pinch and jaw drops when his father slowly slides himself inside of you.

Your hand flies to your open mouth, hoping to muffle your tiny, strained whimpers as his cock stretches you out.

"No need to be quiet with me, babygirl." Jake whispers, rubbing your thigh that's holding tightly onto his hip. "Lemme know if you need a minute, okay?"

Allowing your hand to fall from your mouth, you pant "o-okay. I need... a minute."

"Alright. You're okay." he hums, waiting patiently for you to adjust to his sheer size. "See, son? Their comfort comes first."

Neteyam lets out a silent sigh, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. The sight crushed his heart.

Jake feels your walls relax around his cock - your body's way of telling you it's ready to be fucked once more. All he does is quirk his brows, silently asking you if you're ready for him to fuck you good - fuck you right. Another hasty nod grants him permission.

"Now watch, boy." he commands, angling his hips from the get-go, prodding his mushroomy head right against your sweet spot. "It's about the angle of your hips. Got it? So when you... thrust ...fuck 'em... thrust ... they can't help but moan your-"

"Ugh fuck, Jake! Sorry, I - I mean... sir." you whimper.

"...name." he smiles, "It's alright sweetie, you can call me Jake."

Neteyam can no longer look, not even at you. He hated seeing your face screw with pleasure, all from his own father's thrusts. He hangs his head low, listening to your broken whimpers and whines that you tried so desperately to keep to a minimum. You couldn't help it though, your cunt is squeezing so tightly around his cock it made it hard to deny how good he's making you feel.

"And when you feel 'em clenching around you? that's when you fuck right..." he shifts his pelvis once more, angling his cockhead right into your sweet spot, "...here."

"Holyy shit!" you let loose a high pitched, lengthy whimper.

He chuckles breathily. "and that's when you pick up your speed, boy." Jake begins pounding into you, fucking the air right out of your lungs.

It's like a fire had been set in your lower back, pooling towards your pelvis to set your nerves on fire with it. You try your hardest not to cum, doing everything in you not to succumb to his insistent, relentless thrusts. But you couldn't help it - oh fuck, it was the best pounding you've gotten in your entire existence. Your pussy walls can't help but clamp around him, just as you feel his hand slide down to your clit.

"Oh, and son? Don't forget to give some love to this little nub here." he gives your clit one, quick swipe with his fingers, sending you over the edge.

"Fuck! Cumming!" you cry out suddenly, head slumping into Jake's chest as your cunt flutters helplessly around his cock.

"There we go. You're alright, sweetie." Jake holds onto you closely, waiting for you to come down from your high. "See that, boy?" Jake raises his voice, looking over at Neteyam. He's got his head buried in his hands now, ears flattened and shoulders slumped. Jake scoffs at the sight. "Not looking, I see. That's why nothing gets through that thick head of yours." he huffs, growing more and more pissed off.

"This boy ever make you squirt, sweetheart?" he hums, carrying you over to the large tree stump.

You're too fucked out to answer. Cock still buried deep inside you, every step he takes feels like a jolt of electricity surging though your spine. Little mewls part your lips, as you try your best to cling on to him for dear life.

"Ah. You're not gonna answer me either?" he clicks his tongue in disappointment, suddenly pulling out of you. "I'll take that as a no. Such a shame." he shakes his head, plopping you down on the ground right at Neteyam's feet. He yanks you up on all fours, hung cock pressing firmly between your folds once more.

"Watch me this time, Neteyam. I won't repeat myself again, boy." Jake scolds him, lining up his tip with your entrance.

You look up, to be met with watery, rage filled eyes, tears silently rolling down his cheeks. "Oh, Nete. D-don't cry." you hiccup, climbing up on his knees, face inches away from his. "I - I'm sorry, my love." you apologize, but not for being so loud and getting yourself into this position, [lol] but for how good a cock that isn't his is making you feel.

His eyes flutter in response, blinking out a few tears that were blurring his vision of you. He feels you grip onto his knees, digging your nails into them as Jake sinks his cock slowly inside of you once more. You grit your teeth, much like he is his, and struggle to hide in your expressions just how good his father is making you feel.

"I - I love you nete." it slips out just as jakes mushroomy head kisses your poor, bruised cervix. "'m s-so sorry"

Jake's only getting more pissed off with the two of you. "Yeah? You're gonna be sayin' you love me by the time 'm done with ya, sweet little thing." Jake groans in your ear, slamming into you so hard he winds you.

"Ahh haah, ngh f-fuck, Nete!” you stare into his teary eyes as you reach out for him, “Please f-forgive me” you pant, stars blurring your vision. Neteyam's dead silent, closing his eyes once more, feeling your little dainty fingers grip him tightly.

"Quiet." Jake spits, getting upset that you're moaning his son's name instead of his.

It was quite silly, really. Jake had Neytiri, and you were his son's mate yet he had the strongest urge to make you his little bitch. To fuck you so hard he'd ruin you for any other man - even if it's his son. Once again, he feels the quick, brief flutter of your pussy walls around him, right before they clench around his cock.

"Look. Look at her, son. Look at how her body responds to me when I fuck into her like this." Jake growls, slamming into you so hard that you’re swollen lips brush against Neteyam's. "This is how a real warrior is supposed to fuck, got it?"

"I love you. I do. I-I really do love you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so- oh fuck!" you let loose a high-pitched squeal, clawing at his hand.

Neteyam's eyes pop open. He can’t bring himself to answer because he’s too busy watching your face screw into that same filthy face you make right before you cum. And oh boy, did that make his heart throb.

Jake gives you one hard thrust, right into that fucked out little sweet spot of yours, making you shake uncontrollably as you gush all over your legs, making a pool of your own cum at Neteyam's feet.

"Got it, boy?!" Jake shouts, thrusting into you a final time, slumping you over into Neteyam's lap before pulling out of you roughly.

"Yes sir…" he grimaces, watching your lifeless body collapse into his lap.

"Good. See to this mess." Jake spits as he quickly fixes his loincloth, leaving you behind for Neteyam to clean up.

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A Mutually Beneficial Agreement (M) ~Bang Chan | [1/3]

Pairing: Demon!Chan x F.Reader Themes: Supernatural AU | Smut | Established Relationship (kind of) Word Count: ~3k | AO3 Synopsis: How ironic... to have found yourself entangled with a demon called Christopher, of all things. Some people would’ve made you believe he was taking advantage of you. But you knew better. [Find part 2 here]. Warnings: pet names · there seems to be specks of plot in my corn (pwp) · Chris has horns and a tail (feels like that deserves a warning on its own) · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).

Author’s Note: finally sat down to finish this idea i had ages ago. i’ve been in a bit of a slump lately, so this was certainly a nice warm-up. this is all just filth, and i dedicate it to my fellow monster lovers. especial thanks to @notastraykid & @kisskissbanggang for reading this one and sharing their valuable thoughts with me. it means the world to me💜

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Part 2 >

Smut Warnings: literal monster cock · praising · smidge of degradation · unprotected penetration [piv & anal] (the reader is presumed to be on birth control) · the tail goes in places it probably shouldn’t go into · double penetration · minimal nipple action.

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“You’re so warm, sweetheart…” Chris mumbled against your cheek, all while he held your jaw in place with his hand.

“So warm and soft…”

With his chest partially against your back, one of your legs over his hip, keeping your legs as spread open as much as this position allowed, Chris kept each thrust controlled, and his rhythm steady.

“So… mortal…”

The feeling of his cock splitting you open repeatedly had your mind disconnected from anything that wasn’t him and you on this bed, and it wasn’t like you wanted it to be any other way.

You weren’t really sure how long you’d been here, much less how many times either of you had reached that perfect peak. Your thoughts were just muddied images, the only thing you could see clearly was Chris.

Chris, and his charming smile, and his ageless eyes, and the horns on his head, and his perfect nose… 

The weight of his arm on your chest and the tight hold on your jaw felt heavenly, just like his length within your walls did. 

“Mortal, but incredibly talented… Perfectly capable of… taking me, of giving me everything. Hm?”

His voice was but a whisper against your cheek. There was no way you wouldn’t have been able to hear him when he was this close, when you both were one and the same with how intertwined you were, when every single one of your senses were solely focused on him…

It wasn’t just his length or what he was saying that had your mind hazy. It was also the pants and groans and grunts he let out, all the kisses he pressed on the side of your face, and the feeling of his thick tail wrapped around your waist.

Chris had a way with words, and whenever he talked like this to you, whenever he let out his thoughts completely unfiltered while you had sex, you couldn’t help but feel tingly all over. Aroused, warmer, wetter…

“Can’t talk, darling?” Chris mumbled, each word made his lips brush against the skin of your cheek. He pressed a lingering kiss on your skin, keeping the pace of his hips just as steady as he had this entire time, unfaltering, somewhat slow, but precise.

You opened your mouth to speak, to confirm what he’d said much earlier. That yes, yes you were more than capable of taking anything he wanted to give you, that you could talk. But, honestly, you couldn’t really confirm that, not when what came out of your mouth instead was a moan.

He chuckled, clearly amused. So amused he quickened his pace, further clouding your reason. Just his mere presence set your insides alight, that, added to his motions, to his words, was just so incredibly dangerous. He had your mind going all fuzzy, drunk on his aura and the feel of him. 

A priest would tell you this was all a curse, that the demon laying here with you was manipulating you for his own gain, enhancing your lust and sins so he could ultimately devour you whole for his own pleasure.

But you knew better.

There was no way you wouldn’t have known better, when this arrangement had been going for so long. Chris had always made it very clear that he’d never used any spell or mind control to make you do the things you did, his presence simply enhanced what was already there. 

And you believed him.

‘Sinful little human, aren’t you?’ You could still remember the first time he told you that, back when you found him by a tree in the town’s cemetery. 

You’d given in to him so easily… And, honestly? You had no regrets. Zero regrets.

Especially when he was fucking you this good, when he fucked you this good several nights a week.

‘All these endorphin rushes keep us healthy, hm?’ Chris said sometimes, and you couldn’t help but agree. Sometimes you were groggy and achy the next day, but you were certainly satisfied, even happy… What an odd emotion to feel thanks to a demon.

“Have you gone dumb already?” Chris chuckled. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but you nodded anyway. Because it was true, you couldn’t even speak at this point. “Aww, pretty little human has gone dumb on my cock, poor thing…”

There was something about his condescending tone that made pleasure pool in the pit of your stomach, that made your lower belly tighten further. Needy, needy, needy, needy… You could almost hear his voice in your mind, and you honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it truly was him speaking to you. It wouldn’t have been the first time his thoughts slipped into yours while you both got lost in each other.

Chris’ hand loosened its grip on your face, while his tail unravelled from around your waist. His fingers ghosted all the way down your torso, between your breasts, over your belly, until they reached that borderline overstimulated nub between your legs. You couldn’t help but mewl, a sound that was almost pathetic to your ears. Not only because of his motions on your clit, but also because his tail had made its way up your body, until it found one of your nipples to rub it gently with its tapered tip.

It was so much. He was so much. And, somehow, you still couldn’t get enough.

“C’mon, pretty thing”, Chris was panting, diligently stimulating those pleasure points of your body in just the exact way you needed him to, in that way you’d shown him how to all those months ago. “Aren’t you gonna bless me with another? I need it, darling. And I know you need it, too”.

His pace picked up, until he was almost brutally ramming into you, stretching you open to your very limits, stimulating your insides in ways only the bumps and ridges of his very supernatural cock could. You were certainly close, and you knew that it wouldn’t take long for you to finally come undone under his enticing motions.

You could barely register the sound of his name coming out of your mouth, not only because of how quiet you’d said it, but also because your mind was going completely numb, hazy as you drew closer and closer to that ledge. With the rough pad of his fingers, with the texture of the tip of his tail, Chris worked you up, and, just like you’d predicted, in a matter of minutes, you fell face first into that pool of burning ecstasy that Chris himself had prepared for you.

The feeling raked throughout your body, extending from your core to every single one of your limbs. You couldn’t tell if you were moaning, or crying, or saying his name. You couldn’t tell what was going on outside of the feeling of Chris’ skin on your own, of his breath against your cheek.

“That’s it, baby. I love it when you tremble for me. You’re so good, doing so well…” Chris whispered the words in your ear. You could barely hear them over the sound of your own heart beating within them.

Gasping for air, you released Chris’ tail from your grip. You honestly hadn’t even realised you’d grabbed it in your orgasm-induced frenzy. The tip of it had finally stopped stimulating your nipples. Instead, it found its way between your legs to replace his fingers on your clit, just to apply pressure on it to prolong the final waves of your climax while he used his now unoccupied hand to turn your head towards him so he could kiss you. 

His thrusts had stopped, his tongue, forked and slightly textured, was gentle when it moved against your own, and his thumb softly caressed your cheek as you were barely conscious enough to kiss him back. The taste of him was addictive, his throbbing length within your warmth made you dizzier, and it was at moments like these that you were reminded of why you always let him into your bed.

Because you just couldn’t get enough.

When you fully came down from your high, you figured he’d start ramming into you once again so he could reach his own relief. Instead, he removed his hand from your face and brought it to your lower abdomen, where it settled to caress the skin. 

“Say…” Chris mumbled, pressing a quick, brief peck on your lips before he pulled out of your walls.

The loss of contact almost made you whine, but when his hand left your lower abdomen, and you started feeling the slick tip of his cock against the sensitive skin of your ass, you looked at him through half lidded eyes, holding your breath in anticipation.

“Would you let me come in your perfect little hole, pet?” Chris’ tail moved away from your core to wrap around your thigh, squeezing the supple flesh as he continued to rub the head of his length over the ridged skin between your buttocks. 

You swallowed, licking your lips while you nodded. You didn’t trust your voice right now, you just knew you were almost trembling with excitement at the thought. It had only been a couple of days, but you certainly missed the stretch, just his fingers earlier in the evening hadn’t been enough.

“Say it”, Chris reached for the bottle of lube that had been discarded next to the pillows, like he was sure you were going to comply.

And he was right. You were going to comply, you wanted to, needed to…

“Please…” Your voice was hoarse, low, tired after all the involuntary noises that had been escaping your mouth, but you did say the one thing you knew he wanted you to. And as soon as you did, you heard his deep intake of breath.

His tail moved your thigh, closing your legs, and your body moved instinctively, laying fully on your side so Chris could press his chest completely against your back. With a hand on your buttock, you helped him keep yourself spread open, exposed so the lubed tip of his cock could start pushing against the ring of muscle between your cheeks.

Breathing deeply, you willed yourself to relax, and after a few moments, he finally breached past the initial resistance, slowly, but steadily filling your ass with his monstrous cock. Chris groaned behind you, nuzzling your shoulder. You just whined, already feeling yourself heating up with the feel of him going into your hole.

As soon as he bottomed out, his hand found its way to your lower belly, gripping your soft flesh tightly while his sharp teeth scraped the skin of your shoulder. A shiver ran up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The feeling of fullness within you was absolutely mouth-watering, but, still, you wanted more.

Reaching for Chris’ tail on your thigh, you ran your fingers through the black snakeskin. The motion had him swearing under his breath, right next to your ear. The skin of his tail was smooth, sensitive, shining under the low lighting provided by the lamp in the corner of your room. The shimmer and iridescence was like nothing you’d ever seen before. Pretty… So, so pretty…

“Chris…” 

“…Hm?” 

“Move”.

Chris inhaled sharply behind you, tightening his grip on your belly, and finally started to move. Slowly at first, to ensure you felt every ridge, every bump of his length, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Oh, what a satisfying stretch…

When you dragged your nails over the texture on his tail, Chris groaned, and his pace picked up considerably. His tail unfurled, releasing your thigh for blood to rush back to the area–you honestly hadn’t even realised how tight he’d been holding onto you. The mild numbness didn’t prevent you from feeling its movement, though. 

Releasing your tummy to instead hook his hand under your knee, Chris pushed your leg towards your chest, giving his tail plenty room to find its way between your legs.

You could feel your legs tremble, your heart almost leaping out of your chest, and, in a poor attempt to ground yourself, you reached back, finding Chris’ soft strands. But, most importantly, finding one of his horns. 

The moment you held onto the keratin covering, Chris swore, borderline moaned under your tightening grip around the base of it. Before you knew it, the tip of his tail was at your entrance, teasing your opening while Chris kept brutally and repeatedly pushing himself into your ass. There was nothing you could coherently say or do. You knew what he wanted, what you wanted, but you just couldn’t speak.

However, you really didn’t need to say anything, as you mindlessly caressed the base of his horn, his tail had finally plunged itself right into your sopping cunt. Full, full, full, oh, so full of Chris… Just how you wanted to be, how he wanted it to be…

Warm, warm, warm, wet, tight… Chris didn’t say any of this, but you could hear him clear as day, even through the fog coating your thoughts. He was losing himself as well, and you could feel yourself gush around his tail with how aroused the thought made you, with how good he was fucking both of your holes.

“How are you… this soft and warm, hm? Warm little human. Lewd, sinful, aren’t you? Giving yourself to a demon so wholly…” Chris mumbled the words against the skin of your shoulder, broken between groans and whines of his own as you kept stroking the horn in your hand, as you kept squeezing him tight. 

You just nodded, incapable of telling him anything else. You could feel the flesh of your bum ripple with each collision of his hips, and it wasn’t long until his thrusts and the movement of his tail became an uncoordinated mess. He was close, and you’d be damned if you didn’t make the most of it yourself.

With your fingers on your clit, you rubbed quick circles as best as you could in this position. Uncaring of the desperate moans coming out of your mouth, at your motions, at the stretch of his cock in your ass, and his tail within your walls, nudging your sweet spot. 

“Shit… Fuck, gonna–gonna blow, pretty thing”, Chris was panting, breathless after hours of indulging in you and your body, and you certainly weren’t doing any better. “Stuff you full of me… Want it, pet? Want that?”

You nodded, frantically rubbing your clit as you chased your relief, telling him that yes, yes you wanted it. You wanted anything he was willing to give you.

With a desperate plea of your name, Chris finally came. His tail stopped moving, but his thrusts didn’t, he kept fucking into you as he filled up your ass, whining once your own orgasm washed over you and you started to clamp hard around his appendages. Whines of your own escaped from between your lips, your grip on his horn tightened, eliciting more desperate pleas from the demon behind you.

After one final thrust, keeping his hips as flush as he could with your buttocks, Chris finally stilled. Your throat was dry after doing nothing but moaning and crying for a while, your chest rose and fell with your quick breaths, and you could feel Chris’ doing the same against your back.

When his tail left the comfort of your warmth, it snaked all the way up your body, until the tip pressed against your lips, which you eagerly opened to let it in.

As you swirled your tongue around the textured skin, you could taste yourself on it, something that didn’t displease you in the slightest. If you hadn’t just spent hours here, you were sure just the texture and the taste on your tongue would’ve been enough to heat you up all over again.

Chris pressed tired, lingering kisses on your shoulder, just as he pulled out of your ass. Slowly, his cum spilled out and onto the now more than ruined bedsheets, joining the mix of fluids that had ended up there throughout the evening.

When you finally let go of his horn, when his tail finally popped out of your mouth, you turned around, looking into those dark eyes of his that always made a shiver run up and down your spine. Chris just grinned, a wolfish grin that had you scoffing a small laugh and rolling your eyes.

Your limbs were achy, your eyes could barely stay open, but you still let him pull you into his arms when he stood up from the bed. The sheets behind you started moving on their own as he walked you to your bathroom, where he sat you down on the toilet so he could diligently clean you up. A shower just wouldn’t be possible right now, you could barely stand straight, so he just made do with a jug and a washcloth.

One wouldn’t think a demon would be this gentle, but Chris was probably the oddest demon you’d ever met. ‘If I’m gonna do something, I better do it right’, he often said, and as you came to find out, this was just an integral part of fucking you as the act itself.

When you were finally mostly dry, laying your head on his chest with the now clean bedding under you, you could feel your eyes droop, vaguely even registering the words coming out of Chris’ mouth.

“When you wake up tomorrow, I won’t be here. But, with a bit of luck, I’ll be back in a couple of nights”, he mumbled, quietly as he caressed your hair and your back.

You just hummed to let him know you’d heard him. Not like he needed to tell you that, since it was always like this. He’d appear, feed off of your lust, and disappear for a few nights. That was your arrangement. It wasn’t conventional, nor normal in any way, but it was what you had, and, for now, it was enough. It was just what you needed yourself.

A priest would certainly tell you this was all a curse, that the demon laying here with you, cuddling you, was manipulating you for his own gain. But what a priest wouldn’t have known at first glance, was that you had summoned this demon yourself. That the only reason you let him into your bed and feed off of you, was because, in a way, you fed off of him, too.

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angel (fic)

jj maybank x fem!shy!kook!reader | technically the sequel for fascinating new thing, but can be read as a stand-alone too

content warning: pure filth, to be honest; sex (f and m self-pleasure; protected, p in v)

word count: 3k

Blurb: jj knows there's something hidden beneath all the layers of quiet and meek; he just has to coax it out of you.

Nobody expected JJ Maybank to end-up having a thing for you, including JJ himself. He couldn’t explain how it happened, or when exactly, but it went from him being somewhat wary of you to completely desperate to have your gaze on him. It seemed that one day you just had him: hook, line and sinker. JJ had sort of accepted that he didn’t have a chance, especially with a certain ginger haired boy lingering in the background. He’d admire from afar and settle for friendship if that’s all you could offer him. But then you kissed him, and everything seemed to fall into place. JJ was allowed privy to your thoughts and the different facets of yourself: watching you song write and waking you from a nightmare and indulging in the late-night baking. He liked every part of it. Everything that was you.

Well, almost everything.

“You can’t seriously enjoy this crap?”

“Be quiet, please,” you mumble.

JJ rolls his eyes. He has one arm under his head, propping it up so he can see the screen of your laptop, and the other on your stomach, resting atop your tee shirt. He’s spooning you, cosy under the sheets of your bed.

It’s the second time he’s been in your bedroom. It’s a nice room; perfectly encapsulates you. Vinyl records and CDs and a million and one potted plants and succulents. Fairly lights draped above your bed and around a pinboard of pictures and keepsakes, shining a delicate golden hue on your belongings. An acoustic guitar rests against the wall by your bedroom door. It’s wide open right now. No need to have it shut; your parents aren’t home.

Looking back to the screen, JJ tries and fails to hold in a sigh.

“Can you be quiet, please?” you repeat.

“Who is that? The guy?”

“George the third.”

“The third? Is that the one that murdered all his wives?”

“JJ, I can’t hear it,” you complain quietly.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. He barely pays attention to the drama on the screen, too busy foraging through his brains for the history of English royals. “Is he though?”

You sigh, annoyed. “No. That’s Henry the Eighth. And he didn’t murder all of them. Just two.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay then,” JJ sarcastically replies.

For some reason, he feels as though you’ve rolled your eyes. He attempts to watch the show that you’ve become obsessed with lately. The characters don’t talk like normal people. Everything is so flowery and over-the-top that he hardly understands what they’re talking about. It’s boring and dull and overdramatic. He lets his mind wander.

“Baby?”

“JJ?”

“Just a quick question.”

“Yes?” you sigh, patience clearly dwindling.

“Is George the Third the one that got really fat?”

“No, that’s George the fourth,” you say.

“Which one’s George the third then?”

“George the third is the one that was ruler when America won its independence. I mean, do you listen to anything in history?” you chuckle. JJ feels the muscles in your belly tighten and loosen as you do.

“Sometimes,” he shrugs. “When it’s interesting. Like, I don’t get how all of this—”

“Shush! I can’t hear what they’re saying!” you snap.

JJ can’t help but snigger. He likes when you lose your temper with him; let the good-girl side of you slip for a moment to put him in his place.

He nuzzles his face into your hair. It smells like cedarwood and salt water. Maybe he’ll just have a nap. You’re not coming away from the show anytime soon – not until the episode’s done, anyway. JJ closes his eyes and vaguely tunes into the droning of dialogue. Lady this and sire that. He’s just about to properly drift off (maybe it’s been five minutes or so) when he’s woken by the feel of you pushing back against his groin. His hold tightens on your stomach and he reluctantly inches his body away slightly.

“Baby don’t do that,” he mumbles sleepily into your hair.

“Do what?” you reply, absentmindedly.

You’re still watching the Goddamn show. He’s not sure if you’re playing dumb or not.

Then, you do it again.

JJ inhales sharply. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Rubbing up on me like that,” he tells you, half-laughing. “S’not fair.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

He opens his eyes and looks down at the laptop screen. The moment he makes out what’s happening in the show, it clicks. Oh.

Smirking, JJ can’t keep from taking the piss.

“You didn’t tell me that you’re into regency era porn.”

“Shut up,” you reply all too quickly.

“Is it like all royal era stuff or just Henry the third things?”

“George the third!”

“Tomata-tomato,” JJ mutters. Quiet. Then: “Does it have to be in a bathtub or…”

“JJ!” you whine, embarrassed. He laughs into your hair. “Stop it!”

“Alright, alright! I’m just messing around,” he sniggers.

You don’t reply, don’t even seem to be listening to him, with your eyes shamelessly fixated on the screen. JJ starts to watch too, half-curious as to what has you so entranced.

The lighting is dark. Who JJ has finally come to grasp as king George the third is fucking his wife in the bath. She’s riding him, grinding down on him, still in her dress. The music swells with sharp, dramatic violins. This time, when you push back reflexively against JJ, he doesn’t complain. Instead, he uses his hand that’s placed on your stomach to keep you there. He’s only half ashamed to admit that he’s turned on by the regency-era-sex-scene from your corny, cheesy TV show.

Half hard, he rubs against you, sighing into your hair as he does. You don’t shake him off. Instead, you push back against him.

And then, the scene stops. It’s daylight. Cutting to a scene in a conservatory.

JJ shifts his hand so it’s under your tee shirt, moving to stroke at the skin. He feels your stomach constrict underneath his touch, as if you’re holding your breath, and then relax. He places a kiss to your neck, then another, and begins to work on a hickey. You let out a shaking breath, eyes only half-focused on the show, now. One of your hands comes down to lay atop of his, though not in discouragement. JJ can’t help but rut against you again. In the haze of kissing at your throat, he finds himself wishing a silent prayer that you won’t pull away this time.

He doesn’t mind waiting. Really, he doesn’t. He’d probably wait forever for you (if he really had to). He knows how nervous you get; knows all of this is new to you. Understands. Doesn’t want you to feel pressured. But, God, JJ would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to fuck you. That he didn’t jack off almost every night to the thought of it. That seeing you, drenched head to toe, stood in nothing but a bikini after surfing didn’t have him shifting in his seat. That having you pressing up against him like you had been tonight didn’t make his mind shoot off to the darkest, dirtiest places. So, yes, he’ll stop if you ask, but he’s praying, borderline close to begging, that you don’t.

Your fingers loop into his hair, pulling him off your neck. He shifts enough back so you can turn your head, meeting his eyes. Your breathing heavier than usual, lips wet as if you’ve been licking at them. Your eyes are dancing over his face, back to his eyes, glancing at his lips. JJ’s hand on your stomach continues scratching softly at your skin. He gently rubs himself against you. Please.

“I’ve never done this before,” you whisper. There’s a tinge of nerves to your voice.

JJ nods. Swallows. “I know.”

“But…I want to,” you quietly say. A smile teasing at the corner of your lips as you nod. “If you do, that is.”

JJ leans down so his forehead bumps against yours. He exhales a chuckle against your lips. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since the hammock.”

You giggle, perhaps a little stunned at the confession, and then your lips are on his.

JJ’s rolling onto his back, sighing into the kiss, pulling you atop of him. His hand that was under his head now reaches out to close the laptop, shoving it to the foot of the bed (hopefully where it won’t fall off). Then he’s kissing you with newfound hunger. Tongue slipping into your mouth lewdly, brushing against yours, swallowing your sighs and breaths. Whenever you break apart, it’s for less than a moment. Your hands have come up to cradle his face, fingers splayed across his cheek and jaw. One of his resides on your waist, squeezing at the skin, and his other has fallen onto your bare thigh; the pyjama shorts you’re wearing having ridden up.

When you lean back against him, rolling down on his crotch, JJ groans against your lips. The gasp you let out is small, startled, as you feel him, hard against you.

“We don’t have to,” JJ reminds you, though the id in him is crying out yes, we do. Please.

You shake your head, hands still on his face. “I want to.”

Thank fucking God.

As the two of begin to kiss again, JJ lets his hand creep up your stomach. His fingers gently trace up the soft skin. He feels the ripples of your breaths as he goes; they’re uneven. Bringing his hand up to your chest, cupping at the bare skin, you sigh against him. He begins to tenderly palm at your breast, running a finger back and forth over your nipple, grinning to himself as he feels it harden at his touch.

You’re grinding back on him now, making him uncomfortably hard under his boxers, sensitive as he rubs against the fabric. JJ opens his eyes to look up at you, your kiss naturally breaking as you begin to breath more and more heavy. Frowns as he sees you dig your teeth into your lower lip. He lifts his hand from off your thigh to bring his thumb to your lips, tugging it free.

“I wanna hear you,” JJ mumbles, tone only slightly demanding.

You open your eyes. They’re angel-like; innocent and shining under the fairy-light glow. Then, you do something that has him twitching, horny past the point of no return. You take his thumb into your mouth and suckle at his finger. JJ groans at the sight. Jesus Christ. Something in you seems to shine through and take control. You don’t say anything as you hold his hand in both of yours, guiding his thumb out your mouth only to begin sucking on his pointer finger. Your eyes slip shut as you do, as if you’re getting off on doing so, and you sigh out a quiet moan. JJ feels himself begin to smirk, taken aback somewhat. Okay…

Pulling his finger from out of your mouth tentatively, he lets his thumb pinch at your chin. The dampness of your spit streaks onto your skin, if only slightly. JJ suddenly knows what his new favourite thought of you is. Your chest is rising and falling, lips parted, cheeks warm as if there’s a part of you longing to be embarrassed. But you’re not. Not shying away from him, at least. JJ’s hands find the hem of your shirt and coax it over your head. As he goes, he guides you to lie down on your back – head at the foot of the bed – and crawls on top of you. One of your feet hesitantly rubs at the back of his calve. Then your fingers are tugging at the bottom of his top and he leans back to take it off. Easing back down to kiss at your chest, he can’t help but sigh against the sensitive skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your nails dig into the skin of his back. You don’t reply, but he feels as though you’re shaking your head. Glancing up, he frowns.

“You are,” he repeats.

“Can you not say things like that to me right now…” you mumble, retreating back into yourself.

JJ sighs, somewhat disappointed.

“Sorry,” you add. It makes JJ chuckle, his breath fanning against your chest.

“You don’t gotta be sorry, baby,” he replies, moving to kiss at one of your nipples. One of your hands creeps up to his face, fingers slipping into his hair. A small gasping exhale at the sensation. “Just wish you saw yourself the way I see you, sometimes.”

You’re sighing at the attention he’s giving your body. His hand comes up to grope at your neglected breast. More gasps, more breaths. You’re still so quiet. JJ knows it’s in there, could see it trying to break out when you were sucking on his fingers, he just has to coax it out of you.

Leaning back (a string of spit following), JJ sits back on his haunches and takes you in. Wonders what to do with you, as if you’re fully at his mercy. You’re looking at him, watching him. Laid out on your back, near bare and gorgeous, breathing heavy. You're half covering your chest, not used to being so exposed before someone.

Maybe he’ll just fuck you now. JJ's barely holding it together as it is. No, you’ll be too tight if he does. He has to remind himself that this is new to you. He wants it to be worth it. Wants it to be perfect. Not only that, but he also wants you to appreciate yourself and your body the way he does. Words clearly aren’t gonna cut it; you go squeamish at the faintest of compliments. But maybe…

JJ feels the shadow of a smirk grow on his face with an idea. Makes your lips twitch with a frown, as if confused where his mind might be. The he’s reaching for your spare hand that’s found purchase in the bed sheets. Taking it by the wrist, he guides it over your body, down to your shorts. Your eyes dart up from following it, meeting his eyes. Your lips move as if to say something, but you don’t. So quiet.

“I got an idea,” JJ tells you. He’s so hard it hurts, but he can’t pass up on this opportunity.

Your gaze doesn’t break apart from JJ’s as you let him guide your hand with his under the hem of your shorts. He manoeuvres your fingers easily (you pliant like a doll) and slides it through your folds. You’re soaking. The feel of it makes you gasp. Leaning down, using his other arm to prop himself above you, he guides your conjoined touch back and forth, skimming over your clit. The brief, fleeting touch makes you moan.

JJ smirks. There it is.

“Feel good, huh?” he breaths against your ear, teasingly. You don’t reply but he feels your hand gain more control, working to finger yourself. JJ chuckles. “Knew you were dirty underneath all the good-girl shit you put on.”

It seems that whatever strap was holding you together has snapped. Your honeyed voice is crying out, in moans and whines. Eyes shut, head tilted back, and JJ basks in the sight of you. He gradually lets his hand leave yours, slipping out of your shorts, and watches as you continue getting yourself off underneath your shorts. Chews on the inside of his cheek as he does, bucking against your leg desperately. He can’t help but pull himself out of his boxers, jacking off at the sight. At your sweet, hopeless sounds. Your spare hand is coming to his throat, pulling at his jaw, guiding his lips to yours in a lustful, messy kiss. You’re moaning into his mouth, gasping, voice high and desperate.

“Good girl,” JJ croons. It spurs you on. He’s smirking again, gasping through his own pleasure. Fuck. You’re perfect. How are you so Goddamn perfect?

“You close, baby? You gonna come?”

Your reply comes in a stammered, broken gasp. Yes.

JJ forces his hand from himself, quickly moving to grab at your wrist, pulling your fingers away. They’re drenched. You whine at the loss of contact, so close to the edge it seems, and he chuckles darkly against your jawline.

“Not yet,” he simply says.

As JJ moves to take off your shorts, shucking off his boxers in this process, he catches a glimpse of your hand moving back up your body. His eyes flick up just in time to see you slip your used fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. Fuck. How JJ doesn’t come on the spot is beyond him. You open your eyes, catching his gaze, and meekly pull them from your mouth. Before you can form the inevitable apology you’re bound to give, JJ’s darting down to capture your mouth in a kiss. Then, he’s climbing atop of you, rubbing at your entrance. Has the both of you gasping against one another.

“Wait,” you mumble, pulling back. “We need a condom.”

“Shit, yeah,” JJ pants. He’d forgotten about that. You point vaguely to your bedside table.

“There should be one in there. Somewhere.”

JJ chuckles slightly and nods, leaning back to riffle through. He can’t help but notice the vibrator, making a mental note of that for another day. Finding one, he’s coming back to you, sliding it on, desperate to be inside of you.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he keeps his eyes on you.

“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

“I will,” you quietly reply, a hand coming up to cup at his jaw.

JJ nods and begins to slide in. His eyes reflexively shut; he can’t help it. It feels fucking amazing. Sex with feelings is better than any kegger hook-up he’s ever had.

But you’re tight, too tight, and it’s like your body is trying to push him out. Opening his eyes, he looks down to see your face twisted in pain, lips pursed and eyes squeezed shut.

“Hey, hey,” he mumbles, thumbing at your cheek. You force your eyes open, gazing up at him. “You gotta relax, alright? Just breath out for me.”

You take a moment then do as he asks. He feels your body soften. Nudging a bit further in, you actively try not to go tight again.

“It’s just me,” he reminds you. “You’re doing so good, alright?”

To keep you lax, he rubs gently at your clit. Eventually, your body opens up to him. Once JJ’s eased all the way in, you’re squeezing him like a vice.

“You can move, JayJ,” you say, almost anxious that he isn’t.

JJ laughs a little. He won’t last a second if he moves right now. Closing his eyes, composing himself, he replies, “I really can’t. Gimme a second.”

Soon enough, the two of you sink into a rhythm. JJ places a hand one side of your head, another on your hip, angling you up slightly. Your back begins to arch and you’re moaning again, and JJ decides that it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. Prettier than when you sing. The sounds echoing off the bedroom walls are filthy enough to make Satan himself blush.

"Fuck baby. Feel so fucking good."

Groaning against your shoulder, moaning into your ear, JJ feels his resolve begin to break. He’s close. The way your body is reacting to him has him thinking you are too. His hand leaves your hip to rub at your clit. Quick, firm circles. You start to gasp, high pitched and euphoric, and JJ know he can’t last much longer. It’s too good.

The moment you finish, JJ lets go. The two of you come almost together, riding it out, clinging to each other as if you’ll float away if not. JJ eventually let’s himself collapse on top of you, breathing shallow and frantic. You’re still clenching around him, body dealing with the aftershocks.

JJ’s not sure how he’s supposed to go about the rest of his life knowing what it’s like to have you in bed. How he’s meant to get anything done with the memory of how you sound, gasping out his name. The picture stained in his mind of you sucking your fingers clean.

He presses a kiss to your damp neck, then another and another until he somehow finds your mouth. You sigh as you kiss him back, a hand coming to cradle at his face yet again. He pulls back, opens his eyes into yours, and you give him the sweetest smile he’s ever seen. Bashful and blissed out and beautiful.

“I love you,” you tell him, still a little breathless.

JJ smiles back. Heart stammers.

You wanted him. You picked him.

Kissing you once more, tender and fleeting, JJ sighs. “I love you too.”

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National Anthem: dbf joel x reader

Summary: The neighborhood 4th of July barbecue takes a turn when your dad's best friend can't keep his eyes and hands to himself

Warnings: SMUT!! piv, oral (fem receiving), age gap (reader is 23 and Joel is 38), drinking? (Not explicit and no one's drunk), Joels a tease and a flirt, I'm not sure if there's any more warnings

W.C: 3k words of pure filth

A/N: happy fourth to those who celebrate just a little something for the holidays really! I love this gif don't mention it plz

The summer heat beat down on you unforgivingly, your dress stuck to the back of your thighs from the sweat and you had wiped your brow more times than you could keep count of in the past five minutes alone. It was your family's turn to host the holiday barbecue and you and your father had put a lot of work into the food and decor, the food part more of your dad's doing. Your neighbors had just started filing in as you stuck the last miniature American flag into the dirt, and although all the faces looked familiar one stuck out more than the rest. Joel miller. He was the most attractive man you had ever met, strong, smart, and completely off limits. Joel miller, life long crush and unfortunately your dad's best friend. "Looks good sweetheart!" He yelled across the yard heading straight towards you with his arms outstretched for a hug.

He wrapped his arms around your waist while yours hung lamely across his back not sure where to place them. You wanted to wrap them around his neck and hold him but it felt too intimate especially with half of your neighbors flooding the space. When he released you you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding in, he made you feel breathless. "Where's your dad at?" You looked around the yard scanning for your dad finally spotting him huddled over the grill, mumbling to himself as he messed with the knobs. "Probably ruining the grill over there." You pointed in his direction and Joel barked out a laugh. He was always so loud. "He looks busy don't he?" You nodded your head in agreement. "Do you want to go say hi?" You offered to Joel trying to escape the awkward catching up that would ensue if you stood there any longer with him. "Nah don't wanna bother him. Plus you seem like you could use some company."

"Me? Oh no I'm perfectly content with putting up the decorations." He looked at your little set up as you toed at some dirt with your foot. "They look put up to me darlin'. Unless you want some help "putting up decorations."" He put air quotes on his last sentence proving to you that he knew you were lying. "There's more inside if you really want to help."

"Is there now?" He gave you a knowing look and you shyly nodded your head before turning to head inside.

You let out a deep sigh when the back door slid closed behind the both of you. "I take it you're not the party person?" "Not in the slightest." You laughed at yourself quietly before reaching into the fridge and grabbing two bottles of beer. "Those don't look like decorations to me." He nodded his head towards your now full hands and you could feel your palms get sweaty. "There's no decorations Joel." "I know sweetheart. Come sit." He patted the seat next to him with his hand. God his hands… they were so large your head started to swim with thought of what he could do with them. They were strong and veiny and slightly callused from his work, you wondered what they would feel like on your skin. On your bare skin.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by him quietly calling you back to reality. "Sorry I got lost in my head for a second." "Yeah? What're you thinking about?" You couldn't tell him. You knew what he would do if you confessed. "I'm your dad's best friend, you know that right? And you're just some kid." He'd laugh right in your face before leaving to tell your dad all your sinful thoughts. "Just overwhelmed with the party. Thinking about everyone here really." No you weren't. You were only thinking about one person out of the entire guest list your dad had invited.

You finally took a seat beside him and slid him his beer, the music from outside bled through the crack in the back door and helped to ease your nerves, it gave you something else to focus on other than Joel's gaze that seemed to insist on watching your every move. " 'S a pretty dress you got on sweetheart. Looks' real good on you." Your face heated up as you muttered a small "thanks" in response. You took a big swig of your beer before slamming the bottle down on the counter, startling Joel. "We should go see my dad now." "You sure? He seemed pretty busy last time we checked right?" God he just had to make things harder than they already were didn't he? "He's a capable man I'm sure he's figured out the grill by now. We should-" he cut you off by placing a hand on your thigh where your dress had slightly lifted from you sitting down and began playing with the hem. You could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your face while all you could do was stare at his hand. "Joel…" "What's wrong sweetheart?" You threw back the rest of your beer before standing abruptly. "Let's go see my dad. Please?"

You were out the door without even checking if he was following behind you and made a beeline towards your dad. "Hey honey! Have you said hi to everyone yet?" "I said hi to a few, yeah." One. You said hi to a single person. "Have you seen Joel anywhere around here? He said he would be here by now." You hoped the redness that spread through your face just looked like the sun getting the better of you and not the mention of his best friend doing that to you. "I saw him not too long ago, though I saw him head inside. Probably just grabbing a beer if I had to guess." "Speak of the devil! Joel over here!" Your dad waved Joel over, the same Joel who just had his hands on your thigh, the same Joel you were supposed to want no part of. The same Joel you craved so badly you could feel it in your bones. You put on your best award winning smile and waved towards him. He raised his hand in a wave and tipped his beer towards the two of you before making his way over. "Hey man, long time no see." He clapped your dad on the back before they embraced in a hug. You looked to the side awkwardly and kicked at more dirt with the toe of your sandals. "Honey, would you go grab me a beer please?" "I can go with her, I could use another refill honestly." Your eyes widened at Joel but you nodded your head nonetheless.

You hurried off to the kitchen a lot faster than you intended but you couldn't bear to be any closer to Joel than you already were. You opened up the freezer and let the cool from the ice wash over your face helping not only the heat from summer but the effects of Joel as well. Just looking at him filled your face with an uncomfortable warmth. "What're you doing?" Joel chucked behind you, causing you to hit your head against the freezer door. "Fuck! Sorry. Jesus Christ, sorry I was just trying to cool off." You held the side of your head in your palm wincing slightly at the pain. "Fuck sweetheart are you alright?" He turned you to face him and placed his hand on the opposite side of your face giving you a once over. Once he deemed you fine he looked into your eyes and you felt your heart stop for a second. "What do you want Joel?" You knew what he wanted but you needed to hear him say it. You needed this to be real and not just some twisted part of your imagination. "You. I want you." Your breath caught in your throat as his hands fell to your waist instead. "What about my dad? The whole neighborhood is here we can't just-" he cut your rambling off by pressing his lips to yours, gently at first but slowly heating up. "We have to get my dad his beer." You mumbled against his lips. "You are gonna go up to your room, and I'll bring your dad his stupid fuckin' beer. Got that?" You nodded your head and turned to leave when he called your name once again. He pressed another kiss to your lips. This one was soft and sweet, a little parting gift for the time being.

You were stood in your bathroom just staring at yourself when you heard a soft knock on the door. "Sweetheart? You in there?" "Yeah." You called out and heard the door knob start to turn. "Hey sweetness, what're you doing in here?" Joel closed the door behind him, enclosing the both of you in the small space. "I don't- what about my dad?" "Hey look at me." He held your face in his hands and looked into your eyes. "We don't have to do anything at all darlin'. I don't want you to be uncomfortable with anything that happens." "I just don't want this to change anything Joel." Your voice was barely a whisper as you started to melt into his touch. God you wanted this, wanted him so badly. You would definitely have to ask for forgiveness later. "It won't. I won't let it okay?" You nodded your head. "Yeah?" "Yeah." Joel brought his lips to yours in a kiss and opened the bathroom door while leading you further into your room. His lips never left yours even as the back of your thighs hot your mattress. He placed a hand on your back and gently lowered you down onto your bed and following your body's every move. "Meant what I said earlier sweetheart 's a real pretty dress. Kind of sad I gotta take it off ya." His hands moved down to your thighs and slowly began to lift the hem of your already short dress. You whined at the feeling of his hands getting closer to where you needed him the most. "Patience baby I'll get there yeah? Be good and quiet for me sweet girl." It was borderline pathetic how needy you were for him to do something, anything. But you were willing to be good for him if it meant he would just hurry up. His kisses began to move down your body starting at your neck and down, down, down, until he was eye level with your pantyline. You knew there would be a wet spot if he just looked a little low- "all this for me? I get you all wet just barely teasing you?" "Y-yes Joel. All for you, everything's for you." He smirked up at you. "Everything?" You nodded your head dumbly. "What about this? This for me?" He brought his index finger towards the wet spot on your panties and ran it through the mess you had made. You couldn't hold back the moan that bubbled to the surface from just having his slightest touch on you. "Joel please." "Please what baby? Use your words." "Fuck- just. God just touch me please." "I am touching you honey." You felt tears begin to well in your eyes, he was being so mean to you. You just wanted him to- a gasp echoed through your room when you felt him pull down your underwear in one swift movement and suddenly he was everywhere. His hand was running through your slick before he slowly began to push in his middle finger. "This belongs to me too? This pretty pussy is all mine, sweet girl?" You could barely register his words as he slowly worked you open with a single finger. "Another one please Joel. I can't- fuck! I can't take anymore teasing. I need you inside." "I wanna taste you first baby, gonna take my time with you, get you real nice and open before I let you sit all pretty on my cock." You could feel yourself go limp at his words and sense of control you had leaving your body leaving your bones to feel like jello. "Just look at you, already dumb and I haven't even done anything yet." With that he ran his tongue through your folds, gently at first making sure you could feel every little movement he made. "Taste so good baby- fuck, could eat you like this forever." His mouth worked over your heat before taking your clit between his lips and sucking gently. "Joel!" You moaned out his name and your hands flew to his hair to hold him in place before grinding your hips into him. "Just like that baby, use my face." You moved your hips faster against his face as he ate you out. "Joel I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." You whimpered as his nose caught against your clit and he slowly removed his face from you before making his way back up.

You could taste yourself on his lips and you never wanted it to end, it felt so good being with him like this. "Are ya still with me?" He brushed a piece of hair off your forehead and behind your ear and you nodded your head. "Words baby I gotta hear you." "Yeah." You panted. "I'm still here Joel." "Good. Have you ever done this before?" You nodded your head slowly. "Words." He tapped your cheek with his hand helping ground you back to reality. "Fuck- Jesus yes I've… I've had sex before Joel." "He as good as I am?" He began to push himself into you, slowly making sure you had time to adjust. You felt your whole body tense up at the intrusion. "Relax sweetheart. I can't- fuck you're so tight. I can't go any further if you don't relax." You began to release all the tension in your body and just let Joel move inside you, molding your body to fit his. He bottomed out inside you and you released your breath with a moan. "Joel move. Please just fucking move already." He tsked at you before doing exactly what you asked for. He wasn't as gentle as before instead moving inside of you at a steady harder pace than he had used all night. "You feel so good darlin'. You were fuckin' made for my cock." You could barely think with him inside you, yet alone speak the only sounds you could make were pathetic moans and cries of his name. You were drunk on him. " I thought I asked you a question earlier. Not nice to ignore me baby." "Wh-what question?" "Was he as good. As. Me?" He accentuated the last few words with a harder thrust until he was just sat inside you. "I'm not moving til you give me an answer." Your words came out as babbled nonsense you couldn't form a sentence when he felt so good. "N-no! No he wasn't Joel! Not even close." "Good girl. That's a good girl right there." He began to move again and you could feel the coil in your lower belly begin to wind itself tight. It grew tighter with each thrust all you needed was that one little push over the edge. You began to move your hand towards your clit before Joel slapped your hand away. "Don't you fuckin' dare. You sit there and look pretty, got it?" You nodded your head and moved your hands to scratch at his back instead, you could practically feel the red marks you were leaving behind. "I'm not- not gonna last much longer baby. I want you to cum with me." His movement grew sloppier and less precise and finally he let his hands move to your aching clit. He rubbed expertly and you felt the coil snap and white hot bliss overtook your entire being. You clamped your eyes shut and felt every part of you clench before releasing and it felt like heaven. "There you go sweet girl. Cum on my cock. Let me have it." He continued to touch you through your orgasm and you couldn't help the sounds spilling out from your lips. "Fuck Joel! Please cum- ohmygod please!" You felt tears spill over as everything began to feel too intense, his hands, his voice, his everything, was too much. "Where do you want it baby. Tell me where you want it." "Inside. I'm-I'm on birth control, please- just cum inside I want to feel you." He dropped his head to your neck and softly bit down as he groaned and spilled inside you. You could cum again just from the feeling alone.

You say like that for a moment just taking each other in as you came down from your respective highs until finally he had to pull out. You whined at the loss but he pressed a kiss to your lips and it was quick to soothe the empty feeling you felt. "You did so good for me sweet girl. Took me so well." After a few seconds of kissing he completely removed himself from you and began pulling his clothes back on before making his way back over to you. He moved some hair out of your face before placing a kiss on your forehead and running his thumbs underneath your eyes to collect the wetness that had fallen earlier. "I told your dad you weren't feeling well and that I would sit with you until you fell asleep." "Will you? Lay with me until I fall asleep?" "I can't honey, we've been up here so long already." You nodded your head in sad understanding. "How about ten minutes? Think you can fall asleep in ten minutes?" He threw you a sleep shirt and a new pair of underwear before climbing in bed with you and pulling you against his chest. Between the sound of his heartbeat and the comfortable weight of his arm around you, you were asleep within the first five.

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[deathskid]

TRUTH OR DARE

➠ getou suguru x slutty!bimbo!reader x gojo satoru

➠ cw: dubcon (reader is drunk), college au, use of alcohol, sub!reader, creampies, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), face fucking, squirting, unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, lots of degradation, use of the name daddy, orgasm denial, use of sex toys, hair pulling, multiple orgasms (m & f), overstimulation, spitting, impact play, breath play, breeding, light bondage, dacryphilia, manipulation, aftercare

➠ wc: 7k

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➠ note: i’m so sorry this is pure nasty filth & nothing but p o r n.

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you found yourself giggling and pouring another shot despite getou telling you no. he told you you were already drunk enough, but you shooed him away, telling him you were grown. your eyes scanned over the people in your living room, falling directly on the tall, white-haired man reclined on your couch.

“hi.” you greeted, practically undressing him with your eyes as you took a seat next to him.

“hi. i assume this is your party?” he responded, taking a sip of his drink. you nodded, tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“mhm. i’ve seen you around getou, but i never got your name.” you tilted your head to the side and sized him up, thinking to yourself about how he’d definitely be your newest boy toy alongside getou. everything about him was alluring and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him.

“gojo. gojo satoru.” you reached out your hand to shake his, but he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your skin. you melted in your seat, suppressing a moan at the gesture.

for the rest of the night, you had eyes for gojo and gojo only. the two of you were paired up for the team drinking games and you hadn’t left his lap in hours. you continuously whispered lewd things in his ear, telling him how you couldn’t wait for everyone to leave so he could fuck you into oblivion. it grew harder and harder for him to ignore his growing erection, shifting in his seat to hide it from all of the other guests, though they weren’t even looking in your direction.

unbeknownst to you, getou was a few feet away, watching you practically fuck his best friend on the couch. he wouldn’t have minded if you hadn’t been grinding on him earlier. he wouldn’t have minded if you didn’t flirt with him every time you saw him on campus, trying to get him out of his pants. it wasn’t a secret that you slept around, but getou thought that you would at least have the decency to avoid flirting with his best friend while you all were in the same room.

as soon as getou had walked into your small house party, you were glued to his hip, touching him in every place you could. your hands constantly prying at the zipper of his pants, begging him to accompany you to the bathroom so you could suck him off. how could he resist those pretty doe eyes? of course he agreed, but as soon as the two of you got up to handle business, gojo sauntered in, late as always. getou greeted his best friend as you stood behind him, drinking in his image. your gawking didn’t go unnoticed by gojo, sending you a wink before moving to grab drinks with getou.

getou was seething with anger as he watched you and gojo cozy up to each other. your incessant laughter and your deliberate touching sparked a bit of jealousy in getou. he knew exactly how to get you back.

as the night ended, gojo had to make his leave so he could tend to some unfinished business. only you and getou remained after everyone else had made their way home. you were wasted and still trying to clean your living room, but you were having a difficult time with the room spinning. giggling up a storm, you set the trash bag down and skipped over to getou who was leaning on the kitchen island.

“suguru, why’re you still here?” your words slurred as you leaned on his body, fingers playing with his belt loop.

“helping you clean up.” he replied dryly, moving your hands off of him and turning around to collect the empty red cups on the counter. your eyebrows furrowed and you pouted at his short response.

“why you so mean? is it because i didn’t get to give you head, hm?” you took a few steps closer to him with his back still turned.

“no, y/n. just shut that pretty mouth of yours so i can finish up.”

“suguruuuu,” you sing-songed, “are you mad about that? i can still do it, ya’ know.” you pressed your chest against his back, running your hands down his abdomen before reaching his belt buckle.

“y/n, leave me alone.” getou warned, his patience growing thin. you didn’t listen though, unbuckling his belt with your hands and working to unzip his zipper.

“’s okay, suguru. i’ll make you feel all better. grumpy guys like you just need to cum s’all. you—”

“you never stop fucking talking, do you?” getou snatched your hands off of him and spun around, yanking you back by your hair and earning a high pitched yelp from you. “you’ve been all over me since i got here, but a slut like you can’t take no for an answer.” you whimpered in his hold, bringing your hand up to his fingers laced in your hair.

“getou, i’ll leave you alone. promise.” you whined, trying to pry his hands from your scalp, but he only tightened his grip, yanking your head down so you could crane your neck upwards to look at him. he was almost unrecognizable, his face etched with anger and desire.

“no, no, no, baby. it’s too late for that. c’mon, let’s go to your room.” he shoved you in the direction of your bedroom, fingers still laced in your hair as the two of you reached your the room.

“on your knees.” you dropped down to your knees as soon as he let go of your hair, your doe eyes boring into his dark and lust blown pupils. you wanted so badly to paw at the growing erection confined underneath his pants, but you knew you’d only dig yourself a deeper grave.

getou began walking around your room in search of something, but you weren’t sure what. “w-what are you doing?” you asked.

“well, i know a slut like you has a stash of toys around here somewhere. ah, here we go.” he opened your nightstand drawer and chuckled at the array of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and lube you had tucked away. he grabbed the thicker purple one you had, closing the drawer before returning to stand in front of you.

“take all this off for me.” he sat across from you on the ottoman that was near the foot of your bed with his legs spread. you licked your lips and began stripping of your clothing with no hesitation. you couldn’t help the arousal that was already leaking down your thigh from the way he was looking down at you, hungry eyes waiting to devour you. almost entirely naked in front of him, only your lace thong remained, a dark patch forming as you squeezed your thighs together. getou didn’t speak, only shooting you glare, silently berating you for still wearing underwear. you took the hint and disposed of them, biting you lip as the air hit your glistening heat, the cold causing your nipples to perk up.

“atta girl.” getou stood up and took a few steps towards you, his bulge directly at eye level with you. your mouth watered as he unbuckled his belt and removed it. he grinned, knowing you were getting excited at the thought of wrapping your lips around his fat cock. but to your dismay, his cock stayed tucked away as he wrapped his belt around your neck, tightening it enough to just barely squeeze your throat, but not tight enough to cut your air off completely. you gasped, looking up at him with those pleading eyes, but he didn’t let up.

he reached for the belt you had on with your shorts and tied your hands behind your back with it, crouching down in front of you as he watched you squirm.

“suguru, not fair!” you whined, poking your bottom lip out. “wanna touch you, please.”

“you haven’t earned it, honey. let’s see…” he trailed off, his fingers ghosting over your clit. you gulped, looking away from him as his fingers ran up and down your slit, collecting your arousal on them. “you’re already this wet? hm. yeah, you can ride your little toy, can’t you?” his question wasn’t so much a question, but more a demand as he suctioned the dildo on the hardwood floor in between your thighs.

“can i please have your cock instead?” you begged, but getou pulled on the belt around your throat, silencing you.

“did i stutter? be a good little slut and ride it.” he let go off the belt and stood up to his full height. you did as you were told and mounted the plastic dick, sinking down onto it, moaning at the burning stretch of your walls. it had been a while since you had used this toy in particular, so adjusting was a bit more difficult than usual.

“that’s it, baby. keep going.” you began bouncing up and down on the toy, mewling as it pushed past your walls, the slight curve hitting your g spot. your essence covered the base of the dildo, glimmering under the lights in your room. you moaned out, rotating your hips to hit deeper inside, eyes watering at the blissful sensation as you continued riding.

getou tugged on the belt that was wrapped around your throat, the lack of oxygen only aiding your orgasm. tears streamed down your cheeks as you continued bouncing up and down on your dildo, never breaking eye contact with him as you moaned loudly.

“so fucking pathetic. i broke a slut like you without even touching you.” he laughed in your face, watching you flutter your eyes shut as you neared your orgasm, your cunt clenching around the toy. “a pathetic fucking slut. say it.” you felt a harsh sting hit your cheek, getou’s hand hitting your face caused more tears to sting at your eyes.

“‘m just a pathetic slut!” you cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body began to spasm in his hold, feeling yourself reach your climax, but your world came crashing down within an instant. Your eyes shot open, realizing getou had pulled the dildo out of your sopping hole. tears spilled out from your eyes, bottom lip quivering as you looked at the glistening toy held in his hands.

“aw, someone’s upset they didn't get to cum? Is that what you wanted, honey? You wanted to make yourself cum?” getou mocked, grinning as he watched you writhe and try to maneuver yourself out of the belt binding your hands behind your back.

“suguru, please! wanna cummm!” you sobbed, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the building pressure in your core. He hummed to himself before shoving the dildo into your mouth, watching you gag harshly at the sudden intrusion.

“that’s right, baby. clean up your fucking mess.” he goaded, holding your head in place as he fucked your throat with your own toy, mesmerized by the erotic sight of your saliva dripping down onto your breasts. you squeezed your eyes shut as you coughed around the toy, struggling to swallow around it and take it any further, but getou was determined for you to take the whole thing. he squeezed the back of your neck, praising you as you finally managed to fit all of it inside of your mouth for a few seconds before he pulled it out, leaving you gasping for air.

“you can’t even fit all of this in your mouth? well, how ya’ gonna take all of me?” he faux pouted, squishing your cheeks together to open your mouth before spitting onto your tongue. you moaned, swallowing his saliva and rocking back and forth on your heels.

“i wanna try.” you mumbled, looking up at him through your wet lashes.

“that’s adorable, honey. you won’t be able to take it all,” getou chuckled.

“y-yes i can. i can take it. pleasepleaseplease, suguru. i’ll be a good girl.” you nodded your head rapidly with glossy eyes, trying your best to reassure him that you could take all of him.

“i don’t think you deserve it. now where’s that damn vibrator?” he cooed, looking around your room until he spotted your pink wand vibrator laying on your nightstand. you whined as he crossed the room to grab it, pleading with him to just split you in half with his cock, but he ignored you. he lifted you off of the ground and tossed you onto the bed on your stomach, lifting your ass up in the air. before you even had a chance to react, vibrations shot up through your core as he pressed the vibrator to your swollen clit. you dug your face into the sheets, crying out as your tight hole clenched around nothing.

“you’re not gonna cum. do you understand?” you only managed to nod your head before getou delivered a sharp slap to your ass, jolting your body forward as you yelped.

“yes, suguru! i won’t cum!” you wailed, digging your fingernails into the palms of your hands that were still restrained behind your back. your arousal dripped down your thigh as getou turned the wand up, your mouth gaping open as your cunt spasmed.

“fuck, this pussy is so pretty, baby. i hope it tastes as good as it looks.” getou crouched down behind you, groping your ass and spreading it open, placing the vibrator directly on your clit before licking one long stripe up your slit. you shuddered as his tongue came in contact with your heat, the wet muscle working inside of your cunt. you moaned out, arching your back and pushing your ass against his mouth as he lapped up your juices, working in sync with the vibrator.

“mmmph—suguru, fuck! i c-can’t!” you sighed, your eyes crossing and tongue lolling out as he turned the vibrator setting up once again. he spanked your ass with his free hand, moaning in between your thighs at the sweet taste of your essence, massaging the flesh of your backside.

“yes, you can. if you want daddy’s cock, you can.” he muttered into your folds, his tongue wiggling in and out of you as he applied more pressure to your clit. your legs trembled as you your cunt contracted around his tongue, trying to stave off of your orgasm just at the thought of having getou buried inside of you. you were losing your mind, thoughts spinning in your head as getou’s assail on your cunt continued.

“can i p-please—fuuuck—can i please cum?” you pleaded as you attempted to inch away from the man. he grabbed your waist and pulled you back with a death like grip on your hips, burying his face in your cunt as he turned the vibrator up to the highest setting. the air was knocked from your lungs and you forgot how to form sentences, the stimulation becoming too much for you to handle.

“don’t fucking run from me. if you can’t take this, you can’t take my cock.” his hand brutally slapped your ass three times while he feasted on you like the last supper, slurping up your juices and spitting on your cunt, rubbing the vibrator on your poor little clit. “you still want daddy’s cock, don’t you?” you were drooling on the sheets, whispering “yes, daddy” over and over again, since those were the only two words your fucked out brain could manage to spew out.

getou hummed, experimenting as his thumb pressed against your puckered hole, letting it barely sink inside. you shook your head, knowing that if he pressed inside of your tight ass, you’d cum then and there.

“n-no. ‘s too much! let me-“ you halted mid sentence, your nails drawing blood from how hard they dug into your palm. your legs gave out as getou’s thumb bullied its way inside of your ass, holding it like an anchor. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body seized. you were so close to the edge, your orgasm clouding your mind.

“take it.” he pulled back from your cunt and spit in your asshole, sliding his thumb in and out before returning to your cunt. you shook your head no, smothering your face in the sheets to muffle your strained cries. “be a good girl and take it.”

“c-cum. p-please.” you stuttered, your voice just barely audible, flexing your hands behind your back to distract yourself from the pressure. getou turned the vibrator off and pulled away from your cunt, your slick decorating the lower half of his face. you collapsed onto the bed

“you think you deserve daddy’s cock now?” getou pulled on his belt that was still wrapped around your throat, lifting you back up. your mascara smeared on your cheeks and swollen lips parted, your eyes hanging low.

“yes, i’ll be good ‘n take it everythin’ you give me.” you panted out, almost too dazed to speak.

“everything, huh?” he smirked, his eyes darkening. “you might regret that, honey. satoru! c’mere.” your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at the doorway, the white haired man that you were practically drooling over earlier leaning against the doorframe.

“hi, sweet pea. miss me already?” gojo grinned, crossing the threshold to enter your bedroom. you swore he left when everyone else did, so how did he get in?

“h-how did y—“

“i left the door unlocked for him. you didn’t think i would keep you all to myself now, did you? not after you were practically dry humping satoru a few hours ago.” getou slid the belt off of your neck, rubbing your nape as you gawked up at gojo who was now towering over you, the bulge in his pants mere centimeters away from your face.

your cheeks ran hot, remembering rubbing your cunt up against gojo’s thigh as you sat in his lap, quietly getting yourself off while everyone was preoccupied with drinking games. however, getou was watching you from your kitchen. watching you muffle your moans with gojo’s shoulder. watching your eyes glaze over as you finally came, nuzzling your face into his neck. you remembered gojo’s slender fingers groping your ass as he whispered obscenities in your ear, telling you how he’d absolutely wreck you later on for being such a needy whore. he’d ruin you for leaving a wet patch on his pants because you were so drunk, you couldn’t contain yourself.

“such a pretty thing.” gojo pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, pulling it down before sliding it in between your lips. you sucked around the digit, looking up at him through your lashes. “you’re going to do what i say, right? be a good girl and do whatever suguru and i ask of you, right?” you nodded, feeling getou’s hands prop up your backside and arch your back. gojo’s thumb pressed down on your tongue, causing you to gag before he pulled it from your mouth, a string of spit connecting from your lip. suddenly, you felt something cold press against your puckered hole, eyes widening as something thick squeezed its way into your ass. you yelped out, falling forward as your arms gave out under you. getou chuckled behind you, sliding his tongue over his bottom lip as he sunk the lube covered heart shaped jewel butt plug further into your ass.

“sugu—haaah—fuck!” you cried out as gojo shushed you, stroking your hair before pressing his fingers into your scalp and yanking your head upwards. his cock twitched in his pants looking at your mouth gape open and your eyes crossing at the intrusion in your ass.

“open.” gojo demanded. you parted your lips and stuck your tongue out as he hucked a glob of spit onto your tongue, his free hand unbuttoning his pants to free his cock. “keep it right there for me. keep that tongue out.” his cock sprung out from his boxers, his hand gripping the base as he slapped it on your tongue a few times. you moaned out, drool pooling out of your open mouth as getou finally pushed the entire plug inside of you.

“look at this filthy fucking ass, satoru. never thought a slut like her would be so tight.” getou spanked your ass three times, leaving reddened handprints on your cheeks. your eyes watered at the stinging sensation, the tip of gojo’s cock resting on your tongue. you whined, fighting the urge to swallow gojo whole, your poor cunt feeling neglected from all the attention on your asshole. arousal dropped down your thigh as getou tugged on the plug, pulling it out halfway before pushing it back inside.

gojo pulled his cock from your mouth before glaring down at you. “spit on it.” your mouth hovered over his cock, decorating his length with the saliva he’d spit in your mouth a few moments earlier. your lips wrapped around us tip, flicking your tongue against the slit, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking his tip like a vacuum.

“shiiit—you nasty bitch. you can do better than that.” he pushed your head down to the base, his cock prodding at the back of your throat while you coughed and gagged around his length, your nose pressed up against his lower abdomen. your eyes watered as he bobbed your head up and down him, forcing you to fit all of him inside of your mouth. “breathe through your nose. you can take it,” he cooed.

getou slapped your folds with the tip of his cock, teasing you before sinking halfway into your wet heat from behind. his hands grabbed your hips, bending his leg up on the bed to fuck you. you moaned around gojo’s length, bucking your hips as getou continued his descent into your cunt, hissing as you spasmed around his length.

“squeezing me too fucking good, fucking slut. how many times did you touch yourself to the thought of me filling you up like this?” getou spat, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he finally thrusted his hips forward, slamming the rest of his cock into your hole. gojo’s cock slipped out of your mouth, a throaty yelp escaping your lips, followed by high pitched whimpers as getou slowly thrusted in and out of you, almost taking his length out of you completely before slowly sinking back into you, forcing you to feel every inch, ridge, and vein of his cock.

“suguruuu, i can’t! just fuck me, please.” you begged, attempting to push at getou’s abdomen with your hands still bound behind your back. getou took the opportunity to grab your clawing hands, pulling them closer to his body to arch your back even more.

“i’m not fucking you? you don’t feel my cock stretching you out baby? i thought you were gonna be a good girl and take what give you?” getou mocked, faux pouting as he continued his agonizing pace, slowly fucking you and just grazing your g spot. tears welled in your eyes as your mouth hung open, cunt spasming every time his cock brushed against your sweet spot. you hung your head low, cunt aching for getou to ram in and out of you like a madman.

“i don’t remember telling you to stop sucking my cock. c’mon.” gojo flared his nostrils while looking down at your lewd expression, rutting his hips back into your mouth. you choked on his cock, swallowing around his length as you sucked him dry to muffle your cries. he threw his head back letting out a low groan as his cock twitched in your mouth, his hand holding your neck in place as he fucked your throat.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as getou rammed his hips into you with more rigor, his tip prodding against your cervix with each thrust. he toyed with your butt plug, tugging at it and cursing under his breath at the sight.

“i don’t think any of those other cornballs you’ve fucked could make you—hah—make you feel this good, baby, hm? don’t you agree?” getou grunted, watching in awe as his cock disappeared inside of you, a ring of white cream forming at the base. you moaned around gojo’s length, shaking your head no as best as you could with his cock down your throat.

“you tryna milk me dry, y/n? fuck.” gojo moaned, cerulean eyes boring into yours as you continued sucking him off, coughing as he forced you all the way down once more. “shit…i’m gonna cum.”

you took his warning as a green light, hollowing out your cheeks and vacuuming his cock, your tongue running along the underside of his length. gojo’s jaw dropped, watching saliva pool out of your mouth, his cock pulsating in your mouth, the overwhelming sensation of your warm mouth enveloping his cock bringing him to his limit.

getou stopped thrusting into you, hips stilling inside of you as he smacked your ass. “c’mon, slut. bounce on daddy’s dick. don’t act like you don’t know what to do.” you began throwing your ass back on getou, your hips meeting his with the lewd sounds of skin slapping filling the room. getou’s cock dragged along your walls, his tip finally hitting your g spot since he’d entrusted you to set your own pace as you bounced on his dick.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck. be a good slut and swallow all my fucking cum.” gojo pushed your head down, shooting his load down your throat as his legs shook, his thick cum trickling down the back of your throat. you moaned at his warmth, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue. you released his cock from your mouth with a loud pop, bringing your lips right back to his tip and flicking your tongue on the slit, sucking only the tip. gojo furrowed his brows, your mouth sucking every last drop of his cum out. you moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching as getou slapped your ass over and over, mesmerized by the way your ass rippled each time your hips met his.

you grinned, watching gojo look down at you in disgust as you licked the underside of his length, moving down to take his balls into your mouth and suck.

“oh fu—oh my god, fucking disgusting s-slut.” gojo stuttered, practically shoving you off of him, the overstimulation becoming too much. you lazily giggled, biting your bottom lip as you moaned. getou’s hands gripped your hips as he began thrusting again, moving even faster and penetrating you deeper than before.

“nnngh—suguru wait.” you cried out, not ready for the sudden change of pace. getou smirked, your cries only coaxing on his roughness. gojo’s hand swiped across your face before grabbing it and forcing you to look at him. he noticed your low whimpers and your bottom lip tucked into your mouth.

“mmm, you fucking like that don’t you? you like when i handle you just like this, don’t you?” gojo cooed, his hand coming back to tap your face. you nodded, eyes crossing as getou’s fingers found your clit, drawing circles on the swollen nub.

“yeah, she fucking likes it. this pretty pussy squeezes my cock whenever you hit her like that.” getou grunted, gritting his teeth as he staved off his orgasm until you came. “keep squeezing me just like that, baby, shit.” you felt his cock pulsate and twitch inside of you, your cunt gripping him as he continued thrusting into your g spot.

“suguru, pleaseee. can i cummm?” you mewled, eyes meeting gojo’s once more as your legs shook, cunt clenching in search of release. getou groaned, his fingers worked relentlessly on your clit as tears spilled down your face.

“ask satoru, honey. ask satoru if you can cum on daddy’s cock.”

“‘toru, c-can i please?” you whined, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“be a good slut and cream all over suguru’s cock.” gojo leaned down, his lips grazing against yours. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as getou’s cock hammered inside of you, hitting your g-spot over and over again. you cried out, cunt spasming around his length as euphoria showered your body. your arousal sprayed onto the sheets below as your body convulsed, incoherent babbles escaping your lips. the two men watched in awe as your spent body trembled, getou chasing his own release while you hit the end of your orgasm. his hips stuttered as he painted your insides white, his seed spilling out of your hole after he pulled out. your chest rose and fell quickly as you caught your breath, collapsing onto the bed as getou released your hips.

“doin’ so good for us.” getou praised, taking a seat next to you on the bed. his hand gently stroked your back before lifting you up and setting you on his lap, leaning back on the headboard. “spread those legs, let satoru see how pretty your cunt looks with my cum dripping out of you.” you languidly opened your legs, cunt on full display in front of gojo as getou’s seed seeped out of your clenching hole. you rolled your head back onto getou’s shoulder, his hands gripping the insides of your thigh to pry them open even more.

“don’t get sleepy now. we’re not done, baby.” gojo leaned closer to your body, taking two fingers and slipping them inside of your cunt to plug getou’s leaking seed. you writhed, moaning at his fingers scissoring inside of you. getou chuckled, leaving chaste kisses on your neck while massaging your thighs. gojo pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them to your lips. you opened your mouth, allowing him to slip his digits in, sucking getou’s cum off of them.

“i know you want more. the way you’re sucking on my fingers like the insatiable whore you are.” you moaned around his fingers at his degrading words, your cunt clenching and spilling out the seed that gojo had just stuffed back into you. his fingers left your mouth as he lined himself up with your entrance before plunging into your wetness, groaning at your cunt wrapping around him. you arched off of getou’s chest, mewling at his cock moving deep inside of you.

“shit, you didn’t tell me how good this pussy felt.” satoru gasped, slamming his hips into you with abandon. he couldn’t control himself the moment his cock sank inside of you, your velvety walls sucking him.

“f-fuck, ‘toru it—“ you interrupted your sentence with a gasp as getou pulled the butt plug out of your ass, his free hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing at the sides.

“i think this pretty ass is ready to be fucked, hm?” getou turned your head to side, crashing his lips onto yours as you moaned in his mouth. he lifted your hips up and pried your hole open with his cock, slowly sinking you back down until he was fully bottomed out. gojo’s thrusts had paused, being so kind as to allow you to adjust to this foreign feeling. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you squirmed in between them. gojo was longer, but getou was thicker. gojo was deeper inside of you, but getou’s girth was painfully stretching out your ass.

“i can’t. ‘s too much.” you whimpered, pushing off of getou with your hands behind your back, but getou wasn’t having it. his grip on your throat tightened, his other hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

“aw, what happened to taking what i give you? weren’t you beggin’ for my cock earlier? well, you got it now. be. grateful.” he accompanied both of his last two words with harsh thrusts up into your ass, grunting at how tight your unused hole was. you wailed out and nodded, tears rolling down your eyes at the intensity.

“y-yes. ‘m grateful for both of your cocks. feel so full.” you squeezed your eyes shut, heart beating inside of your chest as two resumed thrusting in and out of you. gojo pushed your knees to your chest to fuck into you deeper, moaning as his cock dragged along your walls, rubbing against getou’s cock buried deep into your ass. your ankles were next to your ears, getou’s hands holding your ass and gojo’s pressing the back of your knees to your chest.

“you look so pretty like this. stuffed full of both of our cocks, and look. can see my cock in your tummy, baby.” gojo pressed his forehead on yours, both of you looking down in between your bodies at the bulge that appeared in your stomach with every thrust. your mouth fell open and your cunt spasmed at the sight, unable to peel your eyes away from it as you whimpered.

the way their cocks split you in half was maddening. their thrusts alternated, always keeping you full no matter what hole. it was mind fucking and your head was spinning in circles from the stimulation.

“gonna—gonna cum!” you moaned, tongue lolling out of your mouth as they both continued assaulting your cunt faster. getou slapped your thigh as he held it, fingers digging into your flesh as your ass continued sucking him in, feeling impossibly tight around him.

both men’s grunts and groans were melodic, sounding like music to your ears which aided to your impending climax. you tensed up, body freezing up as euphoria shot through your entire body, cunt twitching as you came. your essence sprayed onto gojo’s lower abdomen as you rode out your high, mind blanking.

you closed your eyes for what you thought was a few seconds, but as you opened your eyes, you found yourself pressed against getou’s chest as he held you up by your knees with your legs spread wide open. he leaned against the wall, peeking over your shoulder at gojo who was kneeling in between your legs. you didn’t remember switching positions, mind still fuzzy from your orgasm. had you gone unconscious?

you jolted in getou’s hold as gojo licked one long strip up your slit, gathering all of your cum and his on his tongue.

“wh—“ you rested your head on getou’s shoulder as he whispered praises in your ear, reassuring you that you could give them another couple orgasm because you’re their good girl. gojo lapped up your arousal, sucking on your clit while he stroked his own dick, moaning in between your legs. after he was done feasting, he stood up and squeezed your cheeks together, your lips parting just enough for him to slowly spit some of your cum and his into your mouth. getou cursed at the nasty scene in front of him, watching you obediently swallow the cum.

“that’s a good fucking girl.” gojo cooed, smiling as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“need more, please.” you begged, wriggling in getou’s hold anxiously, needing to feel as full as you did moments ago. it was addicting and you needed more.

“turn her around.” gojo told getou as he licked his lips, eyes focused on your dripping cunt. you whined as getou placed you on the ground only to spin you around facing him. he lifted you up by your thighs as gojo pressed his chest against your back, his cock pressing into your lower back.

“tell us what you want, baby.” getou’s cock prodded at your entrance, teasing you as you whimpered, glossy eyes peering up at him.

“want you both to stuff all of my holes, please. want you to cum inside of me & make me yours.” it was almost pathetic how needy you were for these two men. of all the partners you had been with, none of them held a candle to getou and gojo. the pair talked down on you like you were street garbage, but fucked you like it was their last time to show you how much they adored you. you absolutely loved it.

“like this?” gojo’s cock slowly disappeared into your ass while getou did the same in your cunt. almost immediately after they bottomed out, you felt the need to cum. this new position allowed their cocks to penetrate deeper inside of you than before.

“ohhhh god.” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as your head dropped onto gojo’s shoulder. the men began pounding into you relentlessly, showing no remorse. they hadn’t been so kind as to allow you to adjust before they started their assail. you couldn’t even moan, only uttering pathetic whimpers and choked out gasps, the breath constantly being knocked out of your lungs. any sentences you tried to form were reduced to broken words and stutters, your brain struggling to keep up with the intensity. your legs were flailing around in the air over getou’s arms, moving like jello with every thrust. you couldn’t even register the degrading things gojo and getou were saying to you, far too deep in bliss to understand, only recognizing the grunts and groans falling from their lips.

“you still with us, sweet pea? or did we flip a switch in that empty brain of yours?” gojo teased, hissing at your tight hole squeezing him in, his cock rubbing against getou’s through your thin walls.

“nnngh—uh huh.” you mewled, excitedly bouncing up and down on their cocks to meet their harsh thrusts. your cunt continuously contracting around getou’s cock, his furious thrusts and throbbing cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. you knew you wouldn’t last long with them ramming into you like this, but you had little to no warning when an orgasm washed over you, body twitching and back arching as your arousal gushed out of you. you swore you came for more than two minutes, muscles spasming and legs shaking as gojo and getou continued plunging into you while they chased their own release.

getou came first, filling up your asshole with his load while sucking on your neck, leaving his mark on your body. gojo followed shortly after, painting your walls white with his seed, moaning out your name as his hips stilled. the three of you stayed in this same position for a few moments, collecting yourselves and gathering the energy to move.

“fucking best pussy i’ve ever had. i can see why everyone raves on about you.” gojo chuckled, placing kisses on your neck and collarbone while getou did the same on the other side.

“i think we might have to keep you for ourselves. keep you as our own personal slut. i don’t want anyone else touching this pussy.” getou reached behind your back, removing the belt binding your hands together. a wave of relief washed over you as you felt your wrists being freed. you brought your hands out from behind your back and laced your fingers through both men’s hair, sighing out in pleasure as both their lips were attached to your neck, kissing and sucking on every inch of skin. you nodded, gasping as getou and gojo slipped their cocks out of you, their cum dribbling out of your fucked out holes while they gently let you down. your legs just about gave out from how sore they were, cunt aching as you wobbled over to your bed. you collapsed on the sheets, sighing out as you rolled onto your back, looking at gojo and getou standing at the end of the bed.

“hope we didn’t go too hard on you, sweet pea.” gojo took a seat on the bed next to you, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb before bringing your hand up to his lips for a kiss. you shook your head and lazily smiled with your eyes still shut.

“was really good,” you mumbled, looking over at getou who was throwing his clothes back on. your eyebrows furrowed as you sat up a bit, wondering why he was getting dressed. you knew they wouldn’t stay long, but you didn’t think he’d be leaving this early.

“sugy, where you going?” you asked, your bottom lip quivering. gojo chuckled to himself, laying down next to you.

“i’m not leaving if that’s what you were wondering. i figured you’d be hungry so i was gonna grab something to eat for us. we can watch a movie or something when i get back.” he reassured, walking over to you and giving you a quick peck as he stroked your hair. you exhaled, not realizing you were holding your breath the entire time.

“he told you, you’re ours now. we wouldn’t leave you high and dry like that. now come on, i’ll let you rest a little before suguru comes back.” gojo pulled you down to his chest, his finger running up and down your bare spine as getou left. you smiled as you drifted off to sleep with gojo’s hands roaming your body.

gojo looked down at your sleeping body and hummed to himself, glad that he and suguru had finally made you theirs. though before today, you had never even gave gojo a second glance, gojo was always in the background. getou’s several failed attempts and sleazy schemes had finally paid off. you would only spread your legs for them and no one else.

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jealous - s.h.

pairing → steve harrington x fem!reader

summary → you & steve are at tina’s party and one thing leads to another when he gets jealous of you staring at eddie.  

warnings → smut (18+), MINORS DNI. idk man its just pure filth.

word count → 3k

a/n → if you saw me post this the other day, no you didn’t. anyways, it’s longer now <333 enjoy!

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“hello? earth to y/n?” steve’s voice snaps you out of the intoxicated trance you’re in. the booming sound of bass fills your ears and bodies move around you, almost knocking your drink from your hand. 

“what?” you look up at him in confusion, his body pressed so tightly to yours as you continue walking, squeezing by people as you both make your way up the stairs. 

“oh i’m sorry, did we come to tina’s party to have fun or so that you could ogle at eddie all night?” 

“excuse me?” you snort, handing your cup to steve for him to hold whilst you use the bathroom and he guards the door. “i wasn’t even looking at eddie,” you shout through the door to him, “i was looking around to see if nancy’s here!”

“don’t bullshit me,” steve shakes his head, “i could totally see you staring at him!” you finish up and open the door and steve turns round, leaning against the door frame as he hands your drink back to you. “thought you had better taste than that, is all.” 

you smirk and click your tongue, “are you jealous, harrington?” 

“of eddie ‘the freak’ munson? yeah right,” steve pushes past you to get into the bathroom, checking his hair in the mirror. 

“you totally are,” you poke him in the ribs and giggle, “you’re jealous that eddie gets more girls than you lately, i think you’re losing your touch, honestly.” 

“oh shut up,” he laughs as you tickle him, taunting him. 

“you are, you’re gonna be all alone whilst all the girls throw themselves at eddie-” you continue but steve grabs your wrist to stop you tickling him.

“stop,” he pushes you backwards towards the counter, a smile breaking out across his lips. you’re both breathless from the tickling, your body pressed between the counter and steve, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist. 

“or what?” you huff; the alcohol is taking over your inhibitions, allowing a flirty side to come out of you. you had never really looked at steve as anything more than a friend, an acquaintance even, just somebody who was sort of there when you hung out with nancy and robin, but you can’t deny that he’s attractive. 

his fingers slowly release their grip on your wrist and you almost whine at the disconnection, before he wraps them around your left hip instead, drawing you closer. 

“or i’ll have to make you.” 

you roll your eyes, “you’re such a cliche, harrington.” 

“and you love it,” he’s closer now, close enough that you can smell the mixture of mint and tobacco on his breath. his eyes are wandering over you so hungrily that you can feel a warmth spread across your cheeks as he tucks a piece of hair out of your eyes. “don’t you?” 

you swallow hard and try not to focus on the heat between your thighs as he tucks a finger under your chin to lift your head up to face him. 

“m-maybe…” 

“not so talkative now, huh?” his eyes are devouring you and you can tell he’s thinking about all the things he’s going to do to you. 

“lock the door,” you demand, finally finding your voice. in a second, he leans over to flick the lock on the door before he’s back, closer than ever, his lips crashing into yours as he kisses you desperately, his right hand on your neck, drawing you closer. you’re pulling at him too, nails clawing at the bare skin of his neck as you kiss him. you’re oh-so aware of his knee between your thighs, nudging them further apart, and the way he’s groaning against your lips. 

“steve,” you whisper between kisses, but he either doesn’t hear you or doesn’t want to stop because you have to say his name again. “s-steve,” he pulls away from you, lips swollen and covered in your lipstick, “we’re at a party.” 

“so?” he frowns at you, the confused look in his eyes is almost endearing. 

“so, we can’t get carried away, people will hear us!” you squeak and he smirks. 

“afraid your new boyfriend eddie will hear how good i can make you feel?” 

and in that second, you don’t care who can hear you, you don’t care that you’re in the bathroom of someone else’s house at a lame party, all you care about is steve harrington absolutely devouring you. 

you kiss him again, your lips meeting messily as your fingers tug at his black t-shirt. 

“someone’s eager,” he mumbles against your lips, hands reaching back to pull it over his head expertly, before he’s pulling yours up from the bottom, leaving both of you topless. then he’s kissing down your neck, teeth grazing at the sensitive skin, just enough to leave soft hickeys that you’ll have to cover in the morning. a soft moan escapes you as his hands move higher, his thumb rolling over your nipple through your bra.

he dips his head into the crook of your neck for a second, breathless, and you take the chance to run your fingers through his hair.

“you drive me insane, y’know that?” he groans.

“oh i can feel that, harrington,” you smirk, his obvious bulge pressing into you, making you ache for him to do something. he’s holding your waist so tightly that you’re sure he’s going to leave small, finger-shaped bruises on you, but you don’t care. you start rolling your hips against his, causing a guttural groan to rip from his throat. 

“who put you in charge?” he lifts his head to raise an eyebrow, the softer demeanour in him suddenly gone again, and now his hands are travelling down, the rough pads of his fingers toying with the lace lining of your panties beneath your skirt. you bite your lip and wait, and a gasp escapes you as he brushes his fingers against the material. 

“someone’s excited,” a cocky grin spreads across his lips but you don’t have time to respond before he’s moving the fabric to one side, fingers dipping into the wetness that has begun to pool since the second he kissed you. 

“relax sweetheart,” his lips continue to work their magic on your neck as his fingers flick at the small bundle of nerves, causing your hips to twitch with every movement. you’re whining, concealing your moans in the crook of his neck, and you know he’s just dying to hear you moan his name. 

“steve,” you’re breathless, “more.” 

“what was that?”

“i need more, steve, please,” you beg, panting against his sticky skin before he obliges, sliding one, then two fingers slowly into you, his thumb continuing to rub circles into your clit. you’re tugging on fistfuls of his hair as his lips continue to travel lower, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin just above your bra line. god, this feels like heaven and you never want it to stop. steve harrington sure has a reputation, but he definitely knows how to live up to it.

“you like that, princess?” he groans against your skin, causing your eyes to flutter closed and your head to fall back towards the ceiling. 

“don’t stop,” you manage to whimper and he moves faster, deciphering from your tone that you’re somewhere close. “oh my god- steve,” you can barely hold yourself up, placing one hand on the counter behind you, steve’s free hand holding your waist steady. 

“that’s it, say my name, louder,” the animalistic tone in his voice turns you on even more, and you don’t give a damn who can hear you now, screaming his name over the booming music as he guides you over the edge, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches you unravel before him. you’re left gasping for breath, body shuddering against his as you come down from your high, hands still clenched against his chest. 

“you good?” he searches your eyes for an answer, those big brown fucking doe eyes making you melt all over again. 

“mhm,” you hum. looking down, your eyes meet his bulge still constricted beneath his jeans, but steve follows your gaze and chuckles as he hands you your shirt back, “we’ll save that for another time sweetheart, i don’t think you can handle much more right now.”

“but don’t you need to… y’know, relieve yourself?” you’re blushing again, still trying to regain the strength in your legs to move. he bites his lip, thinking for a moment before he speaks, “you could always come over to my place, my parents are out of town this weekend?” 

“what- right now?” your heart flips over and you can already feel the excitement of another round spreading through you. 

“no, next week, yes now,” steve laughs, grabbing hold of your hand and pulling you towards the door, “c’mon.” 

-

the next thing you know, you’re in steve’s car, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles are turning white as he steals glances at you. he knows he should be concentrating on the road, especially since he’s had a couple of drinks, but he can’t stop thinking about you, about the way you were moaning and writhing beneath his touch mere minutes ago, and now you’re staring off into the distance like nothing even happened. something feels different now, as if the fresh air has sobered you up, brought you to your senses, made you realise what the hell you’re letting yourself in for.

“you okay?” steve’s voice breaks the silence and you spin round to look at him. that charming yet soft smile of his makes you melt, your body instantly on fire at his touch as his hand reaches over to squeeze your thigh.

“yeah,” you smile. jesus, the absurdity of this situation is ridiculous, you doubt that robin will even believe you when you tell her how you spent your saturday night.

steve wants to tell you that you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, that you guys can just watch a movie, that he’s not the man-whore that everyone makes him out to be. but he also really wants to hear you beg for him again, to hear his name tumble from your lips whilst he makes you crumble all over again, so he continues to drive in silence, tight lipped and still desperate for you.

when you arrive, steve opens the front door and flicks a light on, heading straight for the kitchen whilst you step tentatively inside, admiring the place.

“beer?” you jump as steve hands you an ice cold bottle, lifting his own up to his lips to take a sip. as he takes a seat on the sofa in front of you, you take a second to look at him, to really look at him. his lips are flushed a pink-ish-red sort of colour as his tongue darts out to wet them, his hair a mess from your escapades only an hour before, his legs spread just wide enough to make your mind wander and your heart race. god, he really is beautiful.

“you okay there?” steve smirks up at you and you nod, taking a step towards him. the way your hips sway, your skirt hiked up just high enough to leave little to the imagination, has him wanting to take you right then and there. control yourself harrington, he tells himself, repositioning himself to hide the erection that’s already growing once again in his pants as you straddle his lap.

“where were we?” you take the beer from his fingers, his hands automatically flying to your hips as you place it down on the table beside him.

“somewhere between you screaming my name and my fingers buried in you, i lost track,” the sarcasm drips in his tone as he pulls you in closer, his hands travelling to your ass, squeezing lightly. his lips find yours and you melt into his touch, your hands curling around his neck as you moan into his mouth, driving him crazy. steve just can’t help himself; the taste of cherry on your tongue has him grinding his hips against yours, making you gasp each time his bulge slips against your clit. you lean back, this time lifting your own shirt from your head and steve has a devilish grin on his face as he instantly finds your the clasp on your bra, unhooking it before sitting back to marvel at you.

“where do you want me?” your voice is sickly sweet, angelic, and steve swears he could fall apart just at your words.

“bet you’d look so pretty on your knees, princess,” he groans as you bite your lip, his words spurring you on. you do as he says, falling to the floor between his thighs and his jaw goes slack, watching you with hooded eyes full of lust as you fumble with his belt buckle. undoing the zipper, you tug on his jeans just far enough for his cock to spring free, hard and aching for release, begging for you to take him in your mouth. wrapping one hand around the base, steve’s eyes flutter closed and he moans again, as you press a soft kiss to his tip.

“good girl,” he nods, teeth catching his bottom lip so hard you swear he’s going to make it bleed. his fingernails dig deep into the sofa either side of him, and it’s taking all his power not to grab a fistful of your hair and force you down, before you drag your tongue along the vein running along his cock, taking him in your mouth. steve grunts, his hips thrusting a little to meet your every movement, fingers settling in your hair to keep you in time.

“that’s it, oh-” he’s panting, practically on the edge of release already after everything you did together in the bathroom. you swirl your tongue, hands pumping at the base in time with your rhythm and a string of curses pour from steve’s mouth. “fuck, shit, baby if you don’t stop, i swear i’m gonna-” he can barely get his words out, hips twitching and you know he’s close. 

“c’mere,” suddenly he’s pulling you up, back into his lap and when he sees your eyebrows furrowed together adorably, he chuckles, running his thumb along your jawline. “just wanna be inside you already sweetheart.” 

that familiar heat rises in your cheeks again, the kind that always seems to occur whenever you’re around steve, and you’re quick to manoeuvre yourself into a more comfortable position.

his lips find yours, his tongue dipping sweetly around yours as he kisses you lazily, slowly travelling down, along your jaw, across your collarbone, causing a gasp to rip from you as he pinches your nipple between his thumb and finger. “that’s my girl,” he mumbles, lips soon wrapping around the sensitive bud, replacing pain with pleasure. you can feel his hand between the two of you, attempting to push your panties to the side to gain access, his cock teasing through your wetness.

“steve-” you’re about to whine and beg before he slips inside you unexpectedly, pulling on your hips to sink you down onto him, bottoming out. the pair of you are still for a moment, giving each other a second to familiarise yourselves with the feeling. he’s so big that you can feel the sting of the stretch aching in your thighs and you’re so tight that he’s seeing stars.

“you good?” he pants, tongue darting across his lips.

“mmm,” you hum, and with your nod, steve slowly starts to move his hips, rocking you against him. your head falls against his shoulder, moving in time, slick with sweat, and steve swears he could stay like this forever, buried deep inside you, your body pressed up so tightly against his. you’re a moaning mess, biting down on his shoulder to stop yourself screaming loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear you, as steve quickens his pace, fucking up into you.

“wanna hear you moan for me,” steve mutters, his voice low, and when you lift your head away from him to whimper his name, he pulls on your hair, “louder.” his teeth are on your neck, biting and sucking, his thumb rubbing small sweet circles into your clit, and you can feel that you’re on the edge of falling apart for the second time tonight. 

“you gonna cum for me again baby?” his voice is cocky and you hum, unable to find the words to respond, your mind numb. “cum for me,” he whispers in your ear as his hips snap up, hitting that sweet spot inside you and you’re gone, spiralling over the edge as your walls contract around his cock.

“fuck, baby you’re gonna make me-” steve chokes, unable to contain himself with the way you’re clenching around him, and then he’s cumming inside you, white hot spurts leaking out of you, running down your inner thighs. you’re dizzy as you collapse against him, fucked out and legs like jelly, the two of you completely spent. after a moment, steve’s hand strokes through your hair and you lift your head to find him smiling lazily at you.

“let’s go get you cleaned up princess.”

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[hederasgarden]

Cowboy Trouble

Summary: When your boyfriend loses a game of poker, Rip Wheeler claims a night with you as the reward. 

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Rip Wheeler

W/C: 3K

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. PIV sex, oral sex (m receiving), anal sex, threesome, slight spitting kink, soft dom vibes, fingering and dirty talk. This is pure filth. 

A/N: Thank you @writercole and @whatblogisthis216 for your help with this story and Cole again for the beautiful moodboard. Thanks to @imjess-themess for the idea of the poker game and @therebeccaw and @blue-aconite for beta'ing.

Masterlist ♡ Outer Range Masterlist

Rhett takes a seat in the corner of the hotel room, hat tipped back and a glass of whiskey in his hand. Your own mouth tingles from the two shots you took earlier in the lobby bar. The liquor helps to round the edges of your nerves. Tonight is a first for you and Rhett but something you’ve both wanted for a while. When your boyfriend caught Rip watching you on occasion it seemed like kismet. The Dutton’s ranch foreman was powerful and alluring but most importantly someone Rhett trusted. For all his violence, you knew Rip was a good man, kind but a little broken. Not unlike Rhett in that regard.

You sigh, relaxing into Rip’s hold as he runs his calloused hands over your smooth skin. When you look at Rhett his attention isn’t focused on you but rather Rip. He watches the way the older man slowly undresses you and mouths at the skin of your neck. You reach back and bury your hand in Rip’s thick hair, tugging light and pulling a groan from him. You feel hot and shaky, primed for his touch by the flash of jealousy in your boyfriend’s dark blue eyes. Rhett’s always been a little possessive and you’ve never loved that trait more than you do now. If looks could kill, Rip would be dead but the other man doesn’t seem to mind, his touch confident and sure. His hands feel like Rhett’s, roughened by their line of work, but they’re bigger than your boyfriend's. You shudder at the way one large hand spans over your delicate throat while the other cups your breasts.

"This just for me?" Rip asks, plucking at the flimsy strap of your lacy bra.

You smile at him over your shoulder, suddenly feeling a little shy. Rhett picked out the set yesterday, the color chosen specifically to compliment your skin tone. After you modeled it for him he’d taken you in the dressing room, bending you over the velvet bench and keeping you quiet with a hand over your mouth. He didn’t even bother to remove the lingerie, just pulled the underwear aside and sunk himself to the hilt, telling you to remember who you really belong to when you wore it later.

“For you and Rhett,” you tell Rip, glancing over at your boyfriend. Rhett takes a long sip of his drink, his pink lips shiny. The dark look in his eyes sends a bolt of desire through your body and you press yourself against Rip in response.

“Well, thank you, Darlin,” he murmurs, sliding his hand down your stomach until he reaches between your legs.

He rubs you over the thin layer of cloth until you're damp and squirming in his arms. Every time you make a little sound or beg him for more, Rhett shifts in his seat and rubs his palm over his thigh. You drop your head back to rest against Rip’s chest while he works you over with soft touches and whispered words meant for just the two of you. When you’re close to your peak he finally draws away and turns you to face him. He makes quick work of unhooking your bra and drawing down your underwear. The latter gets stuffed into his pocket and your mind buzzes at the thought of what he might do with it later.

Both men are still fully dressed while you’re completely naked. You feel vulnerable and powerless under their gaze, hyper-aware you’re at their mercy. That thought sends an unexpected wave of heat through your chest and you let Rip guide you to lay back on the bed. He arranges you so Rhett can see everything. Rip caresses your jaw with his big hand and tells you what a good girl you're being for him. You jump when he settles a hand on your knee, glazing back at Rhett.

“Easy now,” he whispers, speaking to you like a spooked horse and running his hands up and down your splayed thighs. “Look at me, sweetheart. Rhett’s not in control here,” he reminds you.

You shudder, eyes closing briefly as he works one thick finger inside and curls it upward. It feels good and isn’t long before a second and third join the first. You shift your hips down to drive his fingers deeper, grasping his forearm when he thumbs your clit. He works you into a desperate state, watching you with dark, wanting eyes. When he finally pulls his fingers out they glisten with your arousal. You watch, breathless when he moves away from you and approaches Rhett, dipping his fingers into your boyfriend’s whiskey and swirling them around. Rhett maintains eye contact with Rip as he downs the drink in one swig.

Rip smirks and returns to you, shedding his shirt and unbuckling his belt. You relax on the bed, dropping your hand between your thighs to rub your clit while he undresses. Once Rip is naked, he climbs onto the bed, his impressive cock bobbing between his thick thighs. You know it's going to be a tight fit and your cunt throbs in anticipation.

“Do I need a condom?” He asks you.

You glance at Rhett and he nods. Your boyfriend’s the only man you ever let come inside you and knowing he wants Rip to have you that way almost makes you dizzy.

“No,” you promise, reaching up to touch Rip’s beard. It’s softer than you expect and he smiles in return, nudging your thighs farther apart to accommodate his bulk. He pushes inside slowly, a hand on your jaw keeping you focused on him and him alone. “Don’t want to miss a minute of this,” he tells you, staring down at you without blinking until his hips are flush with yours.

You feel incredibly full and you roll your hips in response, needing something. Rip chuckles and pulls back only to move forward in one smooth but harsh stroke. You moan and beg him to do it again. He obliges until you’re almost crying around him because it feels so good. The drag of his cock inside you, the scrape of his beard over your nipples and the bruising grip on your hip all work together to have you coming around his cock in no time. The hand that cups your cheek blocks out any view of Rhett and he keeps you focused on him while he fucks you through it, prolonging the pleasure you feel.

When you’re finally coming down, his hand drops to the back of your neck while the hand on your hip tightens. The world spins and Rip rolls the two of you. Suddenly you’re on top of him, his hard cock sliding even deeper inside. Both of you groan when you flutter around him.

“Take a second to find your breath,” he urges, rubbing your waist.

You glance over at Rhett and meet his stormy blue eyes. He’s leaning forward in the chair, another full glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers. You notice the bulge in his jeans and the white knuckle grip he has on his thigh. When your brows draw together in concern he shoots you a wink and leans back, rubbing his palm over his bulge.

“Focus on Rip,” he directs.

You turn your attention back to the other man and watch him reach for the cowboy that he abandoned earlier in the evening on the bedside table. He sets it on your head with a smirk, tugging it down at the same time he rolls his hips. You gasp and pitch forward, settling your hands on his broad chest.

“Ride me, darlin’. I know Rhett’s taught you that much.”

You don’t dare look at your boyfriend when you rise up on your knees and drop back down on Rip’s thick cock. Your thighs tremble, your body still weak from your earlier orgasm. Rip helps you with a steady grip on your waist. You settle into a rhythm, circling your hips and rising up high enough to almost let his cock slip out before falling back down. Rip’s eyes close, his curly hair wild around his flushed face. You feel powerful riding him like this, working you both into a desperate, wanton state. Your own plesure builds at the base of your spine, another orgasm buzzing into existence the longer you fuck yourself on him. Rip seems to feel it too, pressing his roughened thumb into your clit and circling it over that sensitive bundle of flesh until you’re mewling for him.

“Oh,” you moan, eyes fluttering.

“Look at your boyfriend while you come apart on my cock,” Rip demands, fucking up into you with hard, unrelenting strokes as his fingers brings you closer and closer to the edge. “Tell him how good it feels to have me come inside you.”

“Rip, please,” you beg.

“Tell him,” the other man demands, ceasing his movement. You whine in frustration and try to ride him yourself but a bruising grip on your hips halts any movement. In desperation, you look back at Rhett.

“Feels good,” you moan, rewarded for your statement when Rip returns to fucking you. “He’s gonna come inside me, I want him to,” you pant, the last word turning into a wail as you come apart and your vision goes fuzzy.

Rhett curses and Rip groans deeply, stilling and flooding you with his warmth. Your heart beats wildly in your chest and you struggle to pull air into your lungs. Every part of you feels weak and loose. Strong, warm hands settle on your shoulders, and the hat on your head is plucked off. You look up at Rhett, leaning into him as he strokes your sweaty back. He tilts your chin up so he can kiss you roughly.

“Think she might need some help dismounting,” Rip suggests, his voice grizzled.

You wince as Rhett helps you off the other man’s cock and onto your feet, leaning heavily into his body. A trickle of cum leaks down your legs and you press them together, rubbing your face against Rhett’s chest. He cups the back of your head and you sigh, taking in his familiar scent. When Rhett reaches for your dress on the floor Rip clears his throat. You look over your shoulder to see him leaning casually against the headboard, an arm tucked behind his head.

“I was promised a full night,” he says, stroking his beard and staring at your body.

“Ready for another round already, old man?” Rhett questions, brow arched.

“In a few minutes. Thought maybe you’d like the chance to fuck your girl at least once tonight.”

“You want to watch me and her together?”

You can hear the surprise in Rhett’s voice and look back up at him. You know from the way his tongue runs over his lower lip slowly that he’s not entirely opposed to the idea, just taken aback. He looks down at you and you nod, letting him know you're game.

"You said it's my night with her and right now, that's what I want to see,” Rip says. “Put her on her stomach.”

Rhett helps you back on the bed before stepping back to undress. Rip pulls you to lay beside him, rolling on his side and smoothing a hand down your back and over the swell of your ass. You jolt forward when he curls two fingers inside you, gathering the mess the two of you made together. He drags his wet fingers up the back of your thighs and stops short of your ass.

“Can I touch you there?” He asks, nuzzling your face.

“Yes." Your breath catches when drags his fingers between your cheeks and finds your tight bud.

“Has Rhett fucked you here before?” He asks, using the wetness he gathered to tease your entrance.

You nod and drop your head to rest on the back of your hands, squirming as Rip teases the ring of your ass. It burns a little when he pushes inside but you want it, pressing back with a groan. Behind you the bed dips and another pair of hands settle on your body. Rhett places a chain of kisses between your shoulder blades and settles himself over the backs of your thighs. You close your eyes, letting Rip tease you.

“She’s gonna need lube,” Rip says, withdrawing his hand.

“No shit,” Rhett shoots back.

“Please,” you moan, arching back.

“Easy, we’re getting there,” Rhett promises you.

You glance over your shoulder in time to see Rhett take a bottle Rip hands him. Your boyfriend carefully works a finger inside you and you drop your head forward. He’s slow and methodical, letting you get used to the sensation before adding a second and scissoring you open. You roll your hips, your cunt feeling empty again each time Rhett fucks you.

​​"Hmm, gonna need a little more lube," Rhett hums, his fingers continuing to stretch your tight hole. You feel, rather than see, his warm saliva drip into your ass.

It’s filthy and you love it, moaning in response. You surrender to his quiet ministrations, rocking your hips back and forth as he continues to stretch you open. You’re not sure how long Rhett works you over, body feeling warm and relaxed but when he eventually pulls away your whine.

“Shh, we’re almost there,” he promises you, pushing your legs apart to kneel between them. “In the meantime, I think Rip needs a little attention.”

You lift your head just as Rip settles in front of you, his long legs resting on either side of your body. His cock is inches from your face and he’s already half hard again, stroking himself while he watches you. You rise up on your elbows and shift forward to take the tip between your lips, teasing his head with your tongue when you feel Rhett’s thick cock nudge your back entrance. When you open your mouth to welcome Rip’s cock inside, your boyfriend pushes the head of his cock past your tight ring.

The action jolts you forward and you swallow more of Rip then you intend, eyes watering with tears but you don’t pull back, moaning around his length while Rhett slowly feeds your ass more of his cock. Rip’s large hand settles on the back of your head, careful not to exert pressure. You hollow your cheeks and suck hard, tasting the tartness of your own arousal and the salty warmth of his.

Rhett pushes the last few inches inside while Rip gently presses on the back of your head until you’ve taken him down to the base. Your tongue darts out to taste his firm balls. You’re full in the best way and none of you move, savoring the feeling until your need for air has you drawing back. Rhett follows suit and you pull off Rip with a gasp, eyes closing when Rhett slides back inside and begins to slowly fill your ass again.

You nearly forget about Rip until he guides you back to his cock, letting you take over once your lips close over his head. You tease his slit with your tongue as Rhett picks up his pace. Your cunt flutters around nothing and that needy pressure builds in your lower stomach.

“Fuck,” Rhett gasps, curling his body over yours as pushes you harder and harder into the bed. His weight on you feels good and you grasp Rip’s cock and drag your lips down the underside, tracing the prominent vein you find there until you reach his balls. You suck on them gently, pumping his cock in time with your boyfriend's thrusts.

“Put your mouth back on him,” Rhett pants. “Take all of him down.”

Rhett’s commanding tone hastens your own desire and you do as he asked. Rip sighs and cups your face with both hands, thrusting shallowly into your mouth a few times. You relax your throat so you can take all he has to offer. He pumps into you once, twice and then floods you with his hot, salty cum. You gag but keep your face pressed to his stomach when Rhett grips your hips and pulls up so he can force a hand under you and strum your clit.

It’s hardly the kind of touch you normally need but they've both got your body so primed it sends you flying. You gurgle around Rip, his come dripping down your chin as you fall into unimaginable pleasure. Rhett fucks you harder and faster until finding his own release with a shout, his hot come filling your ass. You lift off Rip with a wet gasp, lungs burning. Every part of your body hums with pleasure and you shudder while Rhett continues to lazily thrust into you.

You feel like you might pass out, body overwrought, but Rip has more in store for you, nudging your mouth open again. He rests the tip between your lips and you close your mouth around him, sucking gently and drawing out more of his salty taste. He groans and pets the crown of your head.

“Good girl,” he praises, staring down at you, his cheeks flushed. “Keep sucking.”

“The best girl,” Rhett agrees, kissing the back of your neck.

You feel empty when he pulls out of you and groans at the loss of fullness. Rip pulls away a second later and they both turn you on your back. Someone drags a warm cloth between your legs to clean you up while another pair of hands wipe the tears and come from your face. You open your eyes and see Rhett hovering over you. He encourages you to drink some water and smiles down at you.

“Proud of my girl,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

You sigh happily and lay back, letting Rip cover you with the thick comforter. He kisses your cheek and whispers his thanks.

“Anytime you wanna lose at poker again, you give me a call,” Rip says.

“Anytime you want to fuck my girl again, you can give us a call,” Rhett shoots back.

The stunned silence has you cracking open an eye to watch the two men face off. “Are you both going to let me sleep alone?” You ask. “I’m cold.”

Rhett smiles at you, reaching down to squeeze your ankle while Rip stares at you. “Well?” You question.

“You heard the lady,” Rhett says, stalking forward and slipping into bed beside you.

“Who am I to say no to such a request,” Rip replies, his plump lips drawing up under his beard.

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[forever-rogue]

Hello lovely!! Can I request an Eddie x reader? They are a couple and it's readers first time joining a hellfire d&d night. Seeing Eddie in his element as dungeon master makes the reader all hot and bothered and maybe this surprises Eddie cause you know, everyone says he's a freak and all ❤️❤️

AN | This is filth. Pure and simple, but needed. Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Smut [fingering, thigh riding, unprotected PiV], slightly dom!Eddie and mean!Eddie, Language, 18+ only 

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You'd never attended one of his Dungeons and Dragons sessions. Not that it didn't interest you…it just seemed beyond your level of comprehension. You loved listening to Eddie talk about his campaigns and characters, even if you weren't necessarily following the entirety of what he was saying. He was so passionate about it, that it made you excited about it too.

On this particular night, Hellfire was in session and you'd stuck around with Eddie, deciding it was time for the full experience. Little did you know, you'd be in for a huge treat.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were perched on your own little stool away from the table where the gang was playing their game. There was a book cracked open in your lap, but you hadn't read more than a few sentences. The excited chittering from the boys kept garnering your attention and you couldn't help but listen and watch.

You weren't entirely sure what was happening, but you could tell it was a pivotal moment for the party. You'd started with watching the boys, but eventually your gaze shifted to your boyfriend. He was so intently listening as the younger boys discussed their next move.

He was perched on his makeshift throne, ripped jeans showing peeks of his pale skin, Hellfire Club shirt hugging him deliciously, golden light painting him in a glow. The expression on his face was nothing short of magical, his big brown eyes glittering with amusement, plush pink lips pulled into a soft, lazy smile. His roguish curls were more tamed today, shinier and more defined than normal; it seemed that he had listened to your advice on deep conditioning after all. The idea brought on a rush of affection, and caused your heart to swell. 

You hadn't realized just how intently you were watching him until you noticed one of the younger boys - Dustin - watching you with a small smile on his face. Your own flushed with warmth and you tried to focus your attention back to your book. But before you did, you cast one last look at your dungeon master boyfriend and caught him winking at you before shifting your gaze to your lap.

You remained quiet for the rest of the evening, occasionally looking up when you heard an excited sound from one of the boys, or the sound of defeat. In all honesty, it did seem like a lot of fun, even if you weren’t positive about all the inner-workings. Perhaps Eddie would be willing to teach you how to play or even just let you continue to sit in on meetings. 

The thing you hadn’t expected however, was the fact that seeing Eddie in his element as the dungeon master was incredibly…hot. You weren’t going to delve too deeply into the issue of whether or not that was some sort of kink just yet - you’d discovered plenty since being with Eddie and you were sure there would be plenty more.  As the evening wore on, it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on anything except the heat pooling low in your belly and the aching and wetness between your thighs. You just knew that your underwear was ruined.

And if you thought Eddie hadn’t noticed, you would have been dead wrong. He’d noticed the look on your face growing increasingly glassy-eyed and zoned out, your eyes growing darker and darker with lust. He was surprisingly perceptive, but it didn’t take much to know you were getting spacier with each passing minute. He knew his sweet, innocent girl was anything but. He was convinced you were the devil in a pretty, soft little disguise. 

Once the session had wrapped up, you stayed behind with Eddie and cleaned everything up, the two of you working in relative silence. It wasn’t until you handed Eddie his beloved dice that he finally broke through the tension that was lingering in the air. His hand brushed yours as he had taken your offering, but before you could pull back, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and held onto you gently, but firmly.

“Eddie-”

“What’s wrong, angel?” his voice was dripping with honeyed faux innocence as you looked at him with wide eyes. He knew…he definitely knew. Shaking your head because you didn’t trust yourself to speak, you tried to pull away from him but he just held on tighter, “honey, baby, sweetheart, are you nervous? Am I making you nervous? Use your words, pretty girl.”

“‘m fine, Eds,” you insisted unconvincingly, pulling his hand off your wrist, “just tired ‘s all.”

“You are a terrible little liar,” he shook his head, now wrapping a hand around your throat and giving it a gentle squeeze, “and you know better than to lie to me.”

“‘m not.”

“Really?” his chuckle was low and dark, spending a shiver down your spine, “I think you’re lying. I think you’ve been turned on all evening and don’t know what to do with yourself. You’re flushed, and I can feel how fast your heart is beating. Your eyes are so dark…I bet if I put my hand up this pretty skirt, your panties would be soaked, wouldn’t they?”

“Yes,” you confessed, unable to deny him and yourself any longer, “want you, Eds.”

“Oh, I know you do,” he promised, leaning in and nosing across your jaw before placing a tender kiss to your cheek, “you always do. You’re my needy little slut…can never get enough.”

He dragged the tips of his fingers up the soft skin of your thigh before stopping at the front of your mound. Eddie traced his finger over the lace of your panties, feeling immediately how wet they were. He laughed to himself and shook his head in amusement. You pouted at him, “don’t tease.”

"I'm not," he quickly removed his hand which caused you to huff, "just pointing out facts, angel. Tell me, what did you think of the campaign? Or were you too busy looking at the master - your master?"

"I-I liked it. Wanna learn how to play," you admitted and the smile on his face grew wider, “will you teach me?”

“Of course I will,” the fact that you enjoyed something so much made his heart full to bursting. He was pretty sure he fell just that much more in love with you, “but first you have to be a good girl and tell me what you were thinking about.”

“I don’t wanna,” you looked at him with those big doe eyes that he was sure were going to be the death of him. You felt your whole body warm up under his intense stare and you couldn’t just bring yourself to admit all the filthy things that had crossed your mind while he was perched upon his throne. He grabbed your chin and turned your face up to his, refusing to break eye contact, “Eddie.”

“You’re not going to get out of this,” he whispered, “tell me. I won’t ask again.”

“You,” you admitted, “y-your hands. Want you to touch me all over and make me cum on your fingers.”

"That's cute," his smile was wicked and you knew he loved mocking you while your brain grew all fuzzy with pleasure, "was that all?"

"No," you shook your head fervently, "wanna ride your thigh and make a mess all over you."

"Mhmm," he cooed softly as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, "you want more though, don't you?"

"Yeah," all you could think about was his large hand splayed on your waist, just under the hem of your sweater. His skin was warm but the cool metal of his rings was biting, "wanna ride you in your throne."

"There we go," his hand slipped to yours and he slowly led you over to his seat. He sat down and looked up at you with those pretty brown eyes and you had to clench your thighs to get some sort of relief, "are you going to be a good girl for master?"

"Yes," you would have done anything he'd asked of you at this moment, "need you."

"C'mere," he beckoned you to stand in front of him and you easily complied, moving closer to where you almost tumbled into his lap. One hand went to your waist and the other between your legs. Before you could protest, he pushed your lacy underwear to the side and dragged his finger through your soaked folds. He tutted softly, "so wet already. This all for me, angel?"

"Yeah," you whimpered as you tried to rut your hips into his hand "please."

He quickly tugged your underwear down your legs and helped you step out of them before making a show of smelling them and putting the ruined article into his back pocket, "you smell divine. Take off your skirt."

You tugged it down your hips and kicked it off in record time as he watched in amusement, "there, now use your fingers please."

"Look at this pretty pussy," he held your hip in a tight grip that was sure to leave bruises as he used his fingers to tease you. He ran his thick digits through your folds, touching your clit just enough to put a little pressure on it and have you bucking into his touch, "so needy and desperate to cum already. Who do you belong to?"

"Y-you master," you whined as he teased your entrance, sliding his finger with no resistance from how wet you were already, "'m yours."

"Good girl," he slipped another finger in and used his thumb to circle your sensitive clit. He knew exactly how to touch you and make you a sobbing mess, and he went about it like it was no big deal. Your legs were starting to shake as he kept going, crooking his fingers to find your g spot, "look at you. You love this, don't you? Love that anyone can just walk right now and see you being a pathetic little slut."

"Eddie-"

"Eddie," he mocked softly as you huffed in frustration, "you wanna cum?"

You nodded eagerly, feeling yourself getting closer and closer from his touch. Despite your ragged breathing, you could hear how wet you were, the squelch of your wet pussy filling the room. You closed your eyes as you felt that coil in your tummy get tighter and tighter, ready to snap any moment.

Just before you could get your sweet release and cum all over his fingers, he pulled his hand away and your eyes snapped open in frustration, "what the fuck?!"

"You don't get to cum yet. You have to earn it," he leaned back and brought his wet fingers to his mouth, licking them clean while never breaking eye contact with you, "taste so fucking good, angel."

You could see how hard he was, the bulge in his tight jeans painfully obvious. He palmed himself through the thick fabric, lips parted slightly at the touch he was longing for, "fuck, I'm so hard for you. No one gets my cock this rock hard but you."

"Lemme-"

"No," he spread his legs further as you huffed and patted his thigh, “sit down here and ride my thigh. Isn’t that what you wanted, pretty girl? Wanted to get yourself on my leg, like a pathetic little slut?”

You wasted no time in stepping closer to him and sat down on one of his thighs. The little bit of friction from the rough jean material made you whine a little bit, your body already crying for release. You settled your hands on his shoulders, unable to stop yourself from leaning in and kissing him. His kiss was not gentle; it was a hasty and messy clash of tongue and teeth as he fought for dominance, which you easily gave to him. His large hands held you firmly down on his legs, the metal of his rings biting into your skin. 

“Fuck yourself on my thigh,” he kissed along your jaw and down your neck, biting and suck at the delicate flesh to leave his mark all over you. He loved marking you as his and letting the world know who you belonged to, “skin so soft and delicate…my little angel, aren’t you?”

“I am,” your words were swallowed by a small moan as you moved yourself back and forth on his leg. While it wasn’t quite the same as his fingers or cock, it was still enough to send electric shivers throughout your body, and cause your orgasm to creep up again. Eddie bounced his leg, causing you to rock back and forth even harder as you gripped his shoulders tightly, “so good, Eds.”

“I can tell,” there was a victorious little smirk on his face, but you didn’t notice. Your eyes were closed and all you could focus on was actually getting to finish this time, “you’re making a mess all over my leg.”

“Eddie,” his gripped on your hips tightened as he helped you to move back and forth, all while bouncing his leg up so you each little movement hit your sensitive clit, “m close.”

“Yeah?” he asked as you nodded, opening your eyes and letting him see the full, fucked out look on your features. You were wrecked and you hadn’t even gotten off yet, “I don’t know if you deserve to cum yet.”

“Please, please, please,” all you needed was a little more and you’d be falling over the edge, “need it so bad.”

“Hmmm,” he mused for a moment, but then, just like that, he stopped his movements and held you in place so you couldn’t move, “not yet.”

“Why not?” tears of frustration prickled up and you felt like a petulant child, but you needed  to cum, “Eddie!”

“Nope,” he shook his head, “you are going to cum all over my cock while I fill you up.”

“Yeah?” your face lit up at the idea and Eddie gave you an affectionate chuckle.

“Yeah,” he leaned back and pulled up his shirt so the trail of hair below his belly button was exposed; your mouth watered at sight, “be a good girl and take out my cock.”

Your hands were trembling with excitement as you undid his belt and popped open the button of his jeans before pulling down the zipper. You reached into the soft fabric of his boxers and took him in your hand, his little moan music to your ears. You pulled out his cock, admiring it with wide eyes as you noticed a few bits of pre-cum pooling at the tip. 

“Can I s-”

“No,” he stated firmly, “sit down on my cock and take it all in. You can suck it later - all night if you want.”

“Yes…master,” you straddled his waist, taking him and guiding him to your soaked entrance, but not before dragging the head through your folds, causing him to hiss. You started to sink down on him and found no resistance, slowly taking him all in until he was fully buried inside of you and the curls at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, “fuck, Eddie.”

"Take me so well, angel," his voice was breathy as you settled on him and leaned forward to kiss him, "you're so fuckin' pretty."

"So are you," you kissed him, softly and languidly this time, letting your lips linger against his, "you're so big, feel so full."

"I know," he cooed, gently brushing a few rogue strands of hair out of your face, "doing so good, you're a good girl aren't you?"

"I'm a good girl for you," you repeated, finding it harder and harder to put words together with each passing moment. You moved slowly up and down his thick cock, mewling and whining in his ear as bucked his hips to meet your movements, "Eds, I-I…I'm…"

"What's wrong?" he turned your face so you looked at him, a happy little smile on your face with glossy eyes, "already so cock dumb you can't even think straight?"

"Mhmm," you buried your face into his neck, letting him fuck into you as he muttered all sorts of filth and praise into your ear. You were already close from having been edged by him and you felt like you were ready to explode.

"I can feel that sweet cunt clench around me," he knew he wasn't going to last long either. He'd been incredibly turned on from the moment you confessed to your filthy thoughts, "gonna fill you up so you remember who you belong to. Gonna make you go home with my cum dripping down your legs. But you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," you reached down to touch your clit but he quickly slapped your hand out of the way and replaced it with his own. The rough pads of his fingertips were making you practically melt into him. You were nothing more than a blubbering mess in his lap, "can I cum now? Please, master?"

"I think you've been good enough," he agreed, giving you a particularly rough thrust which caused you to moan into his ear, "go on then, cum all over my cock while I fill you up."

He rubbed a few more circles on your clit before you clenched around him and finally felt the sweet release you'd been needing. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, sweet as nectar as you almost cried from how good you felt.

You felt Eddie's cock twitch within your velvety walls before he spilled into you. He moaned loudly and unashamed as he rode out his orgasm, fucking his cum deep inside. You were lying on his chest, trying to catch your breath and calm down.

"Fuck, I love you and this pussy," he slumped back into his throne, wrapping his arms around you, "you did so good, angel. Are you doing okay - back with me?"

"Mhmm," you turned your head to look at him before placing a tender kiss to his jaw, "I love you, Eddie."

"Let's get you home," he rubbed a few soothing circles on your back before whispering into your ear, "I'm far from done with you. Yeah?"

"Yes, master."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader

[scuddisher]

NIGHT CRAWLING

Even the dark and mysterious caller in the middle of the night needs love, and Alejandro is begging for you to return the devotion he once had for his lust-filled work back to him.

RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+) PAIRING — gigolo! alejandro gillick x client! gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — drabble, gigolo! au, romance, smut WORD COUNT — 3k WARNINGS — mature content, intense themes mentioned, light intoxication, fast-paced plot, references to film alejandro’s work, alejandro's hot dilf vibes are off the charts SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, "sir" kink, dom! alejandro, finger-sucking, fingering, light hair-pulling, dumbification, unprotected intercourse, spanking, praising, creampie RELEASE DATE — FEB 20TH 2023

AUTHOR’S NOTE — lmao please don't even ask how i put alejandro + gigolo together… i am on something rn (cold meds). this is just pure filth btw & also i hope i am feeding the bdt hornies well!

The gruff of his voice was enough to capture your attention, only a few words spoken lightly so far as he gave you his information. You had been approved by the background check, cleared through a safety system, and even appeared enticing to him by the picture on your identification card.

He had been out of the game for so long, had fallen into a deep and dark hole where the love of a stranger couldn't reconnect the ties of his heart as it used to. Alejandro, blinking his eyes at the moon shining in through the big hotel room's window as he spoke, sounded as if he was more unsure of the transaction than you.

"Everything is provided, just bring yourself and your senses." It was the first time he had spoken a full sentence, the sound of his beard being scratched echoing through the microphone of his burner phone and into your ear. "And most importantly—I don't do “I love you”."

"I don't say that easily." Your voice broke through finally, making his eyes close softly and a sigh pass through his body.

"Me neither." His accent was noticeable the more he spoke, tongue creating words that had you stepping faster towards your destination. "Don't be late."

The sudden click only enticed you further, the lights of the front of the hotel taking over your view as the doorman allowed you inside. Nothing could have prepared you—staying in the fanciest hotel in the city, gaining a large room for the scene to take place, nor finding out that the gigolo you were paired with was once the best.

"A resourceful break." Was what lingered in your mind. The agent, on the phone hooking you up with one of their employees, had been reading off the reasoning of the gap in Alejandro's work like it was almost an issue.

What could be the reason behind someone who specializes in the lust of love-making and deliberate kink fucking to suddenly slip away from their work?

The moment your key card went into the door's lock and allowed you to spring it open—you noticed just what you were in for. Alejandro—tall, dark, handsome, sat upon a chair in the far corner sipping lightly from a glass of whiskey. You could hardly smell his scent from afar, the cologne on his neck and collarbones usually enough to make anyone gush over him.

And yet, you only stood still in the opening space of the hotel room like a deer in headlights. "Second guessing yourself?"

"W-Why did you leave your work?"

The man chuckled, his black hair peppered with gray and white being scrubbed by the rough pads of his fingers in thought like before. "Not even a hello?", the question must have been on his mind.

You could see it in his eyes, no matter the dim lighting of the room or passing lights of the city all around the fancy building. Something was there, within the pit of his gut or beyond his light irises that held so much in them—he was invested.

"You won't be an easy one—" His question lingered so softly. "—will you?" It was the hesitation, the fact that his bottom lip was sucked in between his teeth as his index finger pointed towards the chair almost adjacent to where he sat, that made you shiver over the man's presence.

From the moment your bones rested into the chair, you could finally smell his cologne. Thick, but at a distance. It was worn like someone who forgot how to use the liquid to their advantage, and yet—Alejandro seems to be particular about every little thing occurring around him.

"This isn’t always my job." You could hear every syllable raise an octave as he spoke from almost a whisper. It was against the rules to tell too much about himself: you read it in the paperwork far before ever signing off on the man to be the one to fuck you senseless. "I did some—" There it was again, that softness in his voice. "—not so good things in my life."

"This was your escape."

"And others." The corner of his mouth nearly pulled into a smirk, the lightest lift of his last word telling you that he enjoyed the pleasure, too. "Sex work, it doesn't come easy. But for me, it became like a vacation. And I was rewarded for it."

Your body slid forward on the chair, knees almost pressing into his own in the small sitting space in the corner of the room. The bed seemed so far away from here, but your motions made the distance seem shorter—and your heart was beginning to understand the man you'd be leaving lonesome by dawn.

The process seemed endless, paperwork stacked high and money needing to be spent. This was his lifestyle, he basked in this for so long. Just to uproot and exchange himself for something that made him stiffer and wander less in freedom.

"Alejandro—" His eyes had fallen to the drink in his hand, stirring it by a slow rounding motion. The second his name was in his own ears, a one not meant to be used according to the rules—he was in trouble.

You slid again once more, your knees pandering down to the rug along the floor below you. Soft puppy-like eyes batting up at him, your hand slowly sliding onto his knee, and your gentle voice in his ears. It was almost too much for him to bear.

"What am I supposed to do?"

Calmly, the man pressed the short glass in his hands onto the table by his side. The hand, once busy with pressing the cold glass to his lips to drink the liquid that normally calms his nerves, now took hold of your chin. His index finger was curled, hand gesturing for you to look into his eyes. "You're meant to call me Sir."

"Sir." The word was on your tongue long before he brought it up, but the illusion was always before it. A gigolo unsure of himself sets off a presence that confuses others—and all you wanted was for him to regain his power over you.

It was his work that he wanted back, there was no use in beating around the bush to return to it.

That word clicked a switch in his brain, memories of this being his insight into just what a client wanted. It was enough to make his eyes grow darker. Like a predator, his fingers began feeling at your mouth. Thumb pressing into the bottom of your lip, gliding across the soft skin. Beckoning for you to open your mouth, to take the digit in and give him an idea of what he was working with.

But instead, your hand took to his wrist. Your smaller fingers plucked at this index and middle fingers, taking the digits and slowly pressing them into your mouth until they rested on your tongue. Line after line, you could taste the saltiness of his skin along the flesh until he was almost two knuckles deep into your hot mouth.

His thumb found its place on the slide of your cheek, feeling at the skin and rubbing circles to tell you he was enjoying what you were doing. In all his will, your teeth hardly even tapping at his fingers within your mouth, he had to hold himself back from wishing it was his cock being sucked on right now and not his fingers.

As your mouth moved, only one had to keep a hold on his wrist whilst the other made a tug at your clothing. One piece of your own gone, and you heard the pop of the button and zipper on his pants coming undone. "Oh—you're already there." A single glide of your tongue between his fingers, saliva gathering on the digits in the hopes you would soon feel them pressing into you and curving the same way they were now—and your cheeks were flustered with heat at the sight of his eyes shutting in delight.

"You're not meant to be this good." He whispered, voice sounding hazy on the high of your motions—no matter how innocent they seemed.

In a moment, his eyes were peeled open and taking in the sight of your skin becoming more and more visible. Nothing inside his rummaging imagination to remember how he kept his cool in moments like these, he found his voice. "Lose more."

The man grunted at the feeling of his fingers moving into the cold air wet from your saliva and feeling the brush of your lips as they left you. "Lose it all."

And you did. From the top to the bottom, you were sitting on your knees in only your underwear in the blink of an eye. Alejandro, his shirt unbuttoned all the way until the middle of his chest was prominent for you to see along with the hair that grew there, seemed almost drunk on your figure.

You could see the saliva that was spread along his fingers soaking small dots into the fabric of his pants. Your figure rose again, moving into his lap at a slow pace to gather more of his manly scent in your nose. Now you were the one invested in the mysterious man.

The hand that once held at his wrist moved upwards, finding a hold on his shoulder as you sat barely apart from the tent growing in his pants. You could hear his breathing hitch, see his nose flare as he took your own scent in—but you hardly took notice of his still soaked fingers beginning to fall down towards your clothed arousal.

His fingertips were cold through the fabric, pressing into you just enough to make your head fall into his neck. Your breathing became skewed the more he pushed, fingers creating an extra layer of wetness to what already was coming through the fabric.

Your mind was numb, a whisper of "Sir." like a mewling beg in his ear making him rush to slip his hand into your underwear and connect your own saliva with yourself. His touch was cold as it rubbed spots that had you seeing dots, cut fingernails not leaving any marks as he finally found your soaked hole. One finger gliding in, his lips parting in focus, and the digit was already wet enough to drip your essence down towards the palm of his hand.

"S-Sir." You sounded so weak to him now, untouched in a long enough time that you could barely take one of his fingers. "A-Ah—"

The scent of him made you grow even wetter, a second finger being added into you seeming to fit almost too easily as he opened you up for him. The man was like a drug, his side effects growing stronger every minute. But with every one of those minutes passing, he was forgetting the rules of his nature.

You could feel his cock twitch within his pants, the gesture you made of grazing your palm against where his bulge grew making him slap at your hand with a popping sound. Alejandro's eyes had gone dark, enough that you could no longer see the light green orbs that glistened like glitter—only black. And that was a tell that he was re-beginning the prowl that once made him.

"You like my fingers?" He begged the question, but didn't want a response. "Look at you, you're a fucking mess just from the touch of my hand."

The gentleness in his voice was now mocking, a buildup of an orgasm growing in your gut and only making a small whine be your response to his words. "You can't even speak."

Your head on his shoulder had long looked up to catch his sight, his free hand leaving your back to pull lightly at your hair. His attention was on you, it was only right if yours was on his—especially if you were about to experience your first orgasm of the night.

"If you're this much of a mess—" He stopped the sentence to hiss, feeling your body clench around him and the gush of your wetness leak onto his hand enough to almost startle him silent. "—I don't know if you can even handle my cock."

"I can!" Your voice was louder than you wanted it to be, his brows raising with the smirk finally taking over his lips. Alejandro had led you on all this time, your orgasm barely being over before he was already pulling his length from the hold his clothes had on himself.

Your wetness soaked at his lower half as his fingers pushed your underwear to the side, nearly ripping the fabric into two to press the tip of his cock at your entrance. His breathing was heavy, lifting your body above him with every deep inhale. You watched his face contort from being focused into the natural instinct of a man feeling heat around his dick—his eyes clenching shut as you sat down on him in one go.

"Hijo de puta—"

His fingers had done enough for you, leaving the stretch of his cock to do the rest as you took him in. Alejandro's body shifted instinctively, his hand falling to your waist to hold you still and take in more breaths before you got ahead of him.

The man was falling apart on himself, this being the first tight hole he felt in the longest time. You could sense what he was thinking, the overwhelming sensation of you around him giving him the same impression that he felt like a virgin again.

"Ale-Alejandro—" His name was on your lips again, the clenching of his fingers digging into your hips telling you that you did something wrong. "Alejandro, please—"

"Sir—" His teeth were almost gritted as he corrected you, voice a little harsher than before. You could feel the heat of his precum inside of you, barely marking your walls like his cum would soon. "You call me Sir."

His fingers nearly bruised your sides as he held you down, his thighs preparing to run sore by the end of the night. You could hear it in his voice, the tenderness he was feeling so deep within you.

"P-Please…" You pleaded, feeling the rush of your orgasm running still from the loss of friction earlier. All you wanted to feel was that rush again, fingers combing into his hair as you slowly lifted on his length.

But before you could sit back down, his hand was flat against your ass. "Don't make me carry you to that bed." Alejandro was just getting started, his hoarse voice that of a man who was holding himself back from collapsing so soon. He could go all night at this rate, but it only meant that you would have to have the patience for him. "If you're going to sit on my dick, then you're going to move when I tell you to."

You were breaking him down. The lonesome man you walked in on was nothing more than a shell, now filled with what he once knew and worked towards: his own release.

The hand that had left a handprint on your ass took hold of the burning skin, lifting you and sitting you back down on his cock in a rough motion that had him pressing so deep into you that you could hardly keep quiet.

"Ale—" In a moment of bliss, you caught yourself in his dark gaze. His tired eyes were puffy from a long day and even longer night—teeth taking in his bottom lip again as if he was begging for you to say the wrong thing so he could fuck you completely silent. "Sir."

"That's it…" His head nodded in time with another bounce on his length, only this time he pressed you down at an angle. The slow paced fuck was enough to make tears brim your eyes, but the rush of his tip hitting the spot within you that nearly had you saying his name again ran your face dry in fear of saying the wrong thing.

"All you have to do—" Your grip around him made his teeth grit as he spoke. Focused on getting his length back inside of you fully as he felt you jerking in preparation for your orgasm to fully hit, his words seemed to simmer away when he felt the rush of your cum over him and onto his clothes. "—is play along."

In a giglio's world, it seems as if an orgasm is a pay day. A three day weekend during a two day work week, something everyone in the natural world begs for. And yet he gets to return to that release multiple times a week.

"Fuck—Fuck I'm cumming!" Your words were swallowed by his mouth, the first kiss between the two of you making you shut up. His tongue tasted like the whiskey from before, but his mouth watered with the need to feel his own release.

And although your body had run tired from fighting to feel your first orgasm in so long, it was Alejandro who was on the verge of whining from the rough touch. Your body knew it couldn't stop until you were full of his cum, legs lifting your weight and bringing yourself down onto his length until you finally rubbed him delirious.

"You're doing so good." You could feel him returning to the softer man you first met. Feel each of his muscles relaxing into the seat, no matter how much the chair squeaked and threatened to break beneath both of your weight. "Just a little more, baby."

"Just a lit—" It was all that he wanted out of this job. Something that nulls over whatever else he does. Pleasing someone else was just a bonus, it was the need to fuck a stranger that made him truly lose his mind. "—little, fuck…"

He was finally worn down, his cum filling you to the brim until all you could do was lift off of him and let it drip down and stain his pants. Sweat collected along his collarbones and chest, the hair there becoming rougher as you pressed your face into him for comfort.

Your breathing was rapid, cheeks flushed from watching Alejandro lose himself inside of you. But his orgasm came with consequences this time, as he had forgotten one major rule that made his name being said seem subtle with just a few words.

"I don’t want to be alone tonight." Feelings.

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[percervall]

give me all of your love (something to dream about)

Player: Darwin Núñez, Virgil van Dijk Words: 2887 Warnings: Smut from the first paragraph, guided masturbation/thigh riding, praise kink, slight dirty talk, masturbation (m), semi-public sex, voyeurism, kinda threesome?, cuckolding (I think?), discussing sexual fantasies, multiple orgasms (f), unprotected sex (basically everything but the kitchen sink jesus what did I do?) A/N: Uhm, okay. So. A couple of weeks ago @kostasstsimikass got this ask and the image would not leave me alone. So enjoy the result of what happens when my filthy brain runs for the hills, clutching an idea 🙈 and to think I wrote this in a day and on a Sunday at that

Ivy, I love you, this would not exist without you. Happy new year! What better way to start 2023 than with nearly 3k of filth? 😅

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You know you would be taking a risk when Darwin dragged you into the dressing room of the AXA. You’re pretty sure anyone walking into the dressing room will know what’s going on purely based on the trail of discarded clothing. As your back collides with the wall of the shower, Darwin looks at you, seemingly searching your face for any sign you are not as into this as him. You nod, wrapping an arm around his neck, fingers sliding into the hair at the nape. Darwin smiles that cheeky smile of his –the one that always sets your body alight– as he dives down to kiss you. He kisses you with a hunger that leaves you breathless, lips slanted over yours, tongue exploring your mouth. You feel his fingers digging into you as he pulls you flush against him. A breathless moan escapes your throat when you feel him harden against you. You rock your hips against him without being fully aware of what your body is doing, clenching your thighs shut, as you feel your arousal soaking your underwear. 

“We could get caught, amor,” Darwin whispers in your ear, kissing the skin behind it. You let your head fall back with a gasp, feeling yourself clench around nothing at the idea. 

“Somehow I get the feeling you wouldn’t mind,” he continues. You hear the grin in his voice and if your eyes had been open you would have seen a twinkle in his. Instead of answering, you grind against him, desperately seeking something to alleviate the ache between your legs. Bless your boyfriend, truly. He’s such an expert at reading you, knowing just what you need and when you need it. 

Darwin slides his thigh between yours, pulling you down onto him. The contact of his bare thigh with your still covered pussy makes you moan as he presses against your already swollen clit. 

“Darwin…” you sigh as he drags you across his thigh, giving you the friction you so desperately crave.

“What would you do if someone walked into the showers right now? Seeing you making a mess on my thigh?” he murmurs in your ear. He pulls your underwear to the side, pressing you down more firmly against him. Heat spreads throughout your body, starting in the pit of your stomach until it feels like your skin is on fire. Too focussed on chasing your orgasm, your brain incapable of forming coherent sentences, you let out a needy whine as you rut against him. 

“Would you like him to watch you as I take you against this wall? Or would you want him to join us?” Darwin says, kissing the column of your neck. The images he paints leave you panting, adding to your arousal. They were all filthy ideas, but there was one idea –one image– that you don’t dare to share out loud, fearing his reaction. 

“My filthy girl, I can feel how wet you got just thinking about it. Tell me, what would you like to do if someone walked in?” His teeth scrape over your collarbone and you buck against him. You’re close, so fucking close, as he tenses the muscles in his thigh, giving you the pressure against your clit that you need. 

“I’d let him fuck me while you watch me take his cock,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. You feel him groan against your skin where his lips are pressed against your shoulder.

“Fuck, princess..” 

Him letting you have that fantasy, enjoying that fantasy that you have thought about so many times alone in bed at night with your favourite toy buried between your legs, is enough to send you flying over the edge. Your body tenses, muscles in your legs trembling, as your orgasm rolls over you like waves cresting the beach. You moaning Darwin’s name is the only thing that leaves your mouth as you fall, knowing he’s there to catch you as you do. 

“Jesus,” you hear someone whisper, someone who’s very much not your boyfriend. Your eyes snap open, and you see the one person that always makes an appearance in your fantasies in the doorway of the showers. Your first instinct is to hide your body from view, trying to save what little dignity you have left. But seeing Virgil standing there in nothing more than black briefs that leave very little to the imagination, with a towel slung over his shoulder, has you clenching your thighs shut, momentarily forgetting Darwin still has his between your legs. 

“Oh, you’ve been holding out on me hermosa,” Darwin says with a chuckle, quickly putting one and one together. “It’s him, isn’t it? It wasn’t just anyone in your fantasies,” he adds, turning his head to look at his teammate. You close your eyes, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you nod. 

“And to think you haven’t even seen his cock, amor. Do you want him to join?” 

Darwin’s comment leaves you breathless, and you nod again.

“I need you to tell me, princess. Tell me what you want Virgil to do to you,” Darwin says, pressing kisses against your neck as his hand wraps around your ribcage. 

Somehow him asking you to spell it out for him while Virgil is very much there and will hear you reveal that seemingly depraved part of your mind is both terrifying and a turn on all at once.

“Darwin,” you whine, moving your body out of sight.

“Do you trust me, hermosa?” Darwin asks you, voice just loud enough for you to hear. You nod yet again, because yes of course you do. “You’re safe. Virgil won’t do anything you don’t want to do. I won’t do anything you don’t want to. This is about you, amor. Want to make you feel good,” he murmurs, and you feel your body relax against the shower tiles. Darwin moves to look at you, silently checking in, before he takes the smallest step back and thus exposing your mostly-naked body to Virgil. Your eyes lock with the Dutch centre-back. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, eyes raking over your body and you feel high on the attention.

“I want Virgil to fuck me against the wall while you watch me take his cock,” you tell Darwin while you remain eye contact with Virgil. You sound a lot braver than you feel; your stomach is in knots and your heart is hammering in your chest. Virgil swallows hard, but stays rooted to the spot in the door opening of the showers. Darwin nudges against your neck with his nose, encouraging you to take the first step. You hold out your hand, moaning as Darwin moves his kisses from your neck to your chest, flicking his tongue over your nipple. 

You feel Virgil take your hand, pressing his body against your side. His lips brush against your temple.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you sigh, feeling two sets of hands coast the curves of your body.

“If that changes, tell me and I’ll stop. Do you have a safeword?” Virgil murmurs, fingers dancing over your ribs. 

“Teacup,” you reply softly, basking in the continuous kisses and fingers caressing your skin. You feel Virgil’s chuckle reverberate in his chest. You were known for your love of tea around the training facility so it had made sense to use the word when you first discussed it with Darwin. 

“Alright sweetheart, last question before we get started. Do you want me to wear protection?” Virgil asks, hand moving lower and squeezing the top of your thigh. You hear Darwin moan oh so prettily at the implication of that question, grinding his still covered erection against the outside of your thigh. You look at him, needing his approval in this decision.

“You’re in charge amor, I’m good with whatever you decide,” he says, giving you a chaste kiss. 

“I’m on birth control and we’re both clean. Unless you want to, you don’t have to,” you all but whisper. Virgil swears under his breath and gives your thigh another squeeze while Darwin squeezes your hip, leaving open mouthed kisses along your shoulder. You let out a needy moan when Darwin drags two long fingers through your folds, dipping into you just enough for you to feel the stretch. 

“So wet for us, amor,” he whispers in your ear, adding a third finger. You keen at the feeling, head thrown back as you ride his fingers. He leaves you whimpering when he pulls them back, bringing them up to his lips as he sucks them clean. Darwin’s eyes twinkle as he tastes you and the sight leaves you breathless. You feel Virgil tug on the elastic of your underwear and you nod, giving him permission to undress you fully. Virgil runs his nose against your jaw, taking up the space Darwin had created for the two of you. His hands move down to the back of your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck and allow Virgil to lift you up. The tip of his cock nudges against you and as you look down, you help guide him inside. Both of you curse at the feeling of him slowly filling you. Even though you had taken three of Darwin’s fingers with relative ease, Virgil is so much thicker and longer than you had anticipated.

“So beautiful, amor,” Darwin whispers in your ear, watching as Virgil bottoms out. You feel your skin heat up at his praise and let out a keening noise when Virgil fills you completely. It’s almost overwhelming, the feeling of Vigil’s fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, his cock hard and pulsing inside of you, Darwin’s murmured praise; it feels like you could combust at any moment.

“Please,” you beg, whimpering when Virgil tightens his grip on you.

“Please, what, sweetheart?” Virgil asks into the skin between neck and shoulder, pressing gentle kisses as he allows you to get used to him.

“Need you to move.. Virg, please… Need you to fuck me..” you mumble, clawing at his back. You hear both men chuckle at your neediness, but Virgil complies with your request. He pulls back slowly before rolling his hips forward. Your head rests back against the wall as you look down.

“Harder,” you whisper, meeting his eyes. Virgil’s lips curl up in that trademark smirk that has your cunt clenching around him in anticipation. He buries his face in your neck as hips snap against yours. He keeps the same languid pace, but every thrust feels harder and deeper than before, filling you completely. The feeling has your eyes fluttering closed, teeth biting down into your bottom lip. You can hear how wet you are with each of his thrusts. It’s a filthy sound, echoing off of the shower walls. You rest your head on Virgil’s shoulder, turning your face when you hear Darwin moan. When you manage to open your eyes you see your boyfriend leaning against the wall in the corner. He’s still close enough that if you were to reach out the hand currently buried in Virgil’s hair, you could touch him. But right now you enjoy watching him too much. Darwin has one hand wrapped around his weeping cock, dragging it down slowly as his eyes are focussed on the way Virgil is taking you against the wall. It lights a fuse low in your stomach, watching him fuck his fist. The image has you drunk on power, knowing you’re the one doing this to him.

“He’s so big, babe,” you say, your eyes still on Darwin, “so full.. Fuck.” Virgil chuckles as he tilts your hips ever so slightly, hitting that spot deep inside. Darwin lets out a low groan at both your words and the sight before him, and picks up the pace. 

“Yes, Virg. Right there. Don’t stop. Just like that…” you ramble, tightening your grip on his shoulder. Virgil is more than happy to oblige and keeps hitting the same spot again and again. You move your legs ever so slightly, allowing him to penetrate even deeper and the sensation has you crying out. You hear Darwin praising you; telling you how much he loves you, how good you look wrapped around his teammate’s cock, how well you’re taking Virgil. Every single word goes straight to your cunt and you’re clenching around him as you feel your orgasm building.

“That’s it sweetheart, come on my cock for us. Such a pretty girl,” Virgil murmurs against your skin, teeth scraping over your collarbone and something just snaps. Your back arches and you feel yourself clench around him in spasms as your orgasm wrecks through you, every muscle trembling as you moan and whine and sob. 

A sound from your left pulls you back to earth. Darwin lets out a string of curses in Spanish and you watch as he paints his stomach and chest with ropes of cum before collapsing against the wall. The sight has you moaning and you sneak a hand down to rub your clit in tight little circles with Virgil still buried deep inside of you as you climax all over his cock for a second time, panting and whimpering. You hear Virgil grunt and feel his cock get even harder. He snaps his hips once, twice before following you over the edge. You can feel him throb and pulse inside of you as he fills you with his cum, making you gasp, loving the feeling of being filled that way. 

Although your third orgasm is shorter and less intense than the previous one, it leaves you absolutely spent and boneless, your heart trying to escape the confines of your chest.

Virgil carefully pulls out of you, gently lowering you to stand on your own feet. You feel your cheeks heat up as his cum drips down your thighs. It feels both sinful and empowering at the same time. You swallow hard, eyes still unfocussed, as you come down from your high. Darwin immediately wraps you in his arms, holding you up. Virgil turns the shower on and you let both men clean you up while they whisper sweet nothings into your hair and skin. 

Your muscles have turned to jelly and you can barely form a coherent thought. As you burrow your face in Darwin’s neck, you feel your nose start to prickle with tears. Your brain is finally catching up with your body, processing what just happened. You try to swallow the sob that’s threatening to come out as the first tears roll down your cheek.

“Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Virgil asks, worry evident in his voice. You shake your head, not able to reply to him. 

“It sometimes happens when she has an intense orgasm, or climaxes several times in a short period of time. Is that what’s happening, princess?” Darwin says. You nod, taking deep breaths. 

“What can I do?” Virgil offers.

“Just hold me,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper. You let Darwin manoeuvre you so both men can hug you at the same time. The weight of both of them against you calms you down and you feel like you’re slowly regaining control over your body and mind. 

It could have been minutes or an hour, you truly have no idea how long they’ve been cuddling you standing underneath the hot water. You blink a couple of times and let out a big sigh.

“There you are,” Darwin says, a gentle smile on his face. You smile back at him and move to turn the water off.

“Thank you,” you say, looking at both of them. Virgil kisses your cheek as a reply and lets go of you.

“Let’s get dried off before Milly fines us for hogging the shower,” he says with a laugh, bending down to pick up his discarded towel and underwear. He offers you the former and you let Darwin wrap it around you. The three of you walk out of the shower and into the now empty dressing room. You let Darwin dry you off before you put your staff tracksuit back on. Virgil opens the door and checks to see if there’s anyone outside.

“Coast is clear,” he calls back. You both follow him out and walk towards your office and exit. You thank your lucky stars you don’t bump into any of the other players or your colleagues and refuse to think about having to face them tomorrow. Virgil pulls Darwin in for a hug and gives you a final kiss on the cheek before saying his goodbyes. Darwin leans against the doorway as you get your things.

“Let’s go home and nap on the couch,” he says while you lock up. You nod with a smile, feeling the exhaustion take over now the adrenaline is wearing off. 

“Thank you, for everything,” you say as Darwin climbs behind the wheel. 

“Always, amor. I love you,” he replied, taking your hand, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. “Sleep,” he adds when he sees how you’re struggling to keep your eyes open, “I’ll wake you when we’re home.” You nod and your body relaxes into the leather seat with a content sigh as you feel the roar of the engine lull you to sleep. 

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I got a bad desire

A/N: Sooooo after a very interesting conversation with @sequinsmile-x earlier today, this happened and it took on a life of its own but I’m crediting this idea 100% to her! This is basically 3000 words of pure filth but since I’m already going to hell, I might as well drag the rest of you with me. Title: I got a bad desire   Summary: Emily gets to truly top Aaron for the first time, but what happens when she drives him a little too crazy? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3k Warnings: Smut, bondage, dirty talk, top Emily, face sitting, oral, teasing, rough sex, top Aaron

When Emily and Aaron got together it wasn’t immediate feelings or declarations of love. It was explosive and loud, something physical, an itch that needed scratching that morphed into quiet talks in the dark. It was clawing at clothes and biting back guttural moans into each other’s skin. It wasn’t pretty, it was dirty and rough as they used each other to get over the traumas they’ve seen, of the day they had. It was a release they needed that slowly evolved into something real.

It wasn’t pretty but it became beautiful. It became more than anybody would have ever imagined, but as their bond became stronger it became a relationship that no one really thought twice about because Aaron and Emily… they just fit. In between the heated touches and forceful kisses they fell in love. And neither looked back since.

Emily had never been in a relationship like the one she had with Aaron. It had taken her time to get used to it, she was so used to being on her own, to not have to look after anybody but herself once she was off duty. But then she fell in love with Aaron, kind and caring Aaron that also came with a child and an ex-wife and suddenly, Emily wasn’t on her own anymore.

Aaron had let her take her time, had taught her things about being in love that she hadn’t thought excited outside of the fairytales she read as a child.

On the flip side, Emily taught Aaron about desires, about giving in to what his body wanted. They had started off explosive and loud, that didn’t change just because they fell in love. While Aaron might have known love, Emily knew sex and as Aaron got to discover new sides of him, sides he never thought he would let see the light of day, she was right there with him.

To no one’s surprise Aaron had a thing about control, loved and craved it in all aspects of his life. Emily respected that, but sometimes she wished that just once, he would give in to her and let go completely. It happened slowly, almost so slow that he didn’t notice it but then one night Emily puts the black rope he usually tied her down with on their bed and told her that she wanted to use them on him.

“What?” He asked, almost scoffing because he had never been restrained in any way while they had sex.

“I want to tie you to the bed,” She tells him, voice soft and breathy as she closes the distance between their bodies. Her arms sneak around his neck, her lips are grazing his when she speaks again. “and have my way with you.”

Aaron feels his body react to her proximity, never able to deny her anything and he sighs as his hands wrap around her hips to pull her flush against his body.

“Wouldn’t it be more fun if I tied you down?” He tries but she’s already shaking her head, lips painted in red lipstick spreading into a dirty smile.

“No baby, I think it’s about time you let me be in charge for a bit.” She licks his bottom lip and his breath hitches. But she’s not going to force him into anything, of course she’s not, so when his hands loosen on her hips she pulls back to look at him properly. “You don’t have to.”

“But you want to?” He finished for her and as much as he wants to, he can’t deny that his cock is already stirring at the thought of it.

“I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.” She says and any sign of teasing is gone as she watches his face. She knows him better than she knows herself at this point, can see the wheels turning in his head and after what feels like hours, he pulls her against him again, a smirk on his face.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” She breathes as she grips the short hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him down towards her.

“Yeah.” He leans down the rest of the way to press his lips against hers, a wordless promise in the gentle action before he pulls back. When he meets her eyes this time there’s something dark, something hidden, in her brown orbs and he feels a surge of desire.

Emily tugs him back into another kiss with a firm grip on his hair, her tongue forcing his lips apart to lick inside his mouth. She feels his hands move over her body, his warm hands quickly pulling at her shirt as she pushes him towards the bed. She has his shirt unbuttoned and off his broad shoulders when the back of his knees hit the bed and she uses it to his advantage and pushes him back on it with a grin.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.” She whispers against his ear before biting the lobe and she feels him shudder underneath her. The rush of it all makes her flush, the power of it making the dull ache between her thighs that much harder to ignore.

Aaron can only watch as she kisses down his chest and stomach, he’s already panting want and something else making his head spin. He clenched the comforter in his hands as she licks over his still clothed cock, her tongue soaking his pants as she licks over the tented fabric. It had only been minutes, but he was already going crazy. Still he knew that Emily teasing him like this and being teased while tied down would be different. And somehow he couldn’t wait.

When she finally dragged the zipper down his head fell back with a groan. He tried to keep his eyes on her as she pulled his pants and boxers down, his breathing coming out shaky as she slowly jerked him in her hand.

“You like this.” She said, lips in a smug smile and one eyebrow arched high as he hissed as her nail dragged over his heated skin.

“Fuck Em.” His hips jerked against her touch and in an instant her hand was gone and she was sitting back on her heels in between his legs.

“Lie back.” She tells him before he has a chance to say anything. He looks at her for a moment, weighing his options but in the end he shuffles back onto the bed and at the same time Emily stands up. She undresses until all she’s wearing is the matching underwear set that she knew that Aaron loved on her and she straddled his waist.

He could feel her wetness even through the panties she was wearing, his stomach slick as she pressed her weight a little firmer into him. Aaron could feel her eyes on him, watching carefully as she tied one of his wrists to the bedpost of their bed. When he nodded she moved on to the other wrist and when she was done his arms were tied to each bedpost with a secure knot that he had taught her.

Emily sat back, her center grinding onto his cock as he tested out the knots and when they didn’t budge she smiled.

“Emily…” He breathed as she rolled her hips against his, the silk of her panties rubbing against the length of his shaft and he tries to jerk up against her.

“What do you want baby?” She coos and fuck him if it didn’t turn him on in ways he never would have imagined.

“Let me taste you.” He mumbles through clenched teeth and when Emily’s smirk only turns into a grin he knows that that’s exactly what she wanted. He watches through heavy lidded eyelids as she pulls her panties off and to his frustration leaves the bra on before she moves up on the bed.

Emily carefully staddles his face, keeps herself up enough to so he can’t reach her and she sighs happily as she watches his cock leak onto his stomach, already so swollen it’s turned an angry red. She waits another few seconds before lowering herself on his face and at the first swipe of his tongue she jerks in surprise. He’s relentless, his tongue moving through her folds like a man starving and she gasps at the feeling.

Aaron pushes his tongue as deep inside of her as he could, smirked against her wet skin when she grinded into it. She might be in complete control of his body, but he knew hers better than anything and making Emily lose control was something he took pride in. He grunted when she fell forward, her hand coming to support her weight on his hip as she continued to roll her hips against his tongue.

Emily knew that his face would be a mess of her, that his lips and cheeks would be coated by her and she couldn’t bring herself to care, not when his lips wrapped around her clit and he was groaning into her, the sound muffled and low as it vibrated against her.

“Fuck that’s so good.” She gasped as her thighs tightened around his head. She heard the headboard rattle as he fought the restraints in his search to pull her down against his face even harder. The low growl that followed made her shiver, the sound travelling down her spine and settled at her already aching clit.

All he wanted was to wrap his arms around her thighs, to keep her still as he made her come but as the rope dug into his skin he could only lay back and let her move her hips against him as he licked through her again and again. When her thighs started to tremble and her body got heavier he knew she was close and another wave of arousal rushed through him. He sucked her clit, licked over the bud faster and harder and when her thighs closed tighter around his head he knew it was only a matter of moments.

Emily came with a loud cry, her body spasming on top of his as her vision blurred. She fell forward, her forehead leaning against his hipbone as she continued to ride out her orgasmic high, his unrelenting tongue only prolonging her bliss. When she finally felt like she could breathe again, she rolled off him and slowly turned to face him.

His face was shining with her, his chest heaving as she moved closer to him and when her tongue lapped lazily over his cheek his teeth clenched and he felt more precum leak onto his stomach.

“Delicious.” She grinned before kissing him, tasting herself and something that was so distinctively Aaron on his tongue. She moved her hand down to his shaft without breaking apart from him and muffled his sound of pleased surprise with her lips as she jerked him slowly. He was harder than she’d ever felt him, his shaft hot and pulsing, skin angry red and she knew that he was enjoying this just as much as she was.

She jerked him, twisted her wrist and his hips stuttered up against her moving hand. She knew that she could make him come like this, lazily pumping his shaft as her lips trailed along his sweaty skin. As his muscles tensed and her name fell from his lips like a prayer she licked over one of his nipples.

“Jesus Christ.” He gasped as his orgasm built and then as quickly as she had started, she stopped and sat up, that same smug grin still on her face.

“Not yet.” She told him as she licked precum from her fingers, a low moan escaping as she did.

“Ride me.” He panted once she pulled away, the words needy and he tugged on the bindings again in a vain attempt to get free.

“Okay baby.” She whispers before throwing one leg over his hips. She glances at his wrists and waits another beat to see if he wants to stop but all he does is push his hips up against hers, his dark eyes heavy with desire. She lines him up with her center, slides down slower than she ever had as her eyes stay on his.

“Oh fuck, yes.” His jaw clenches as he finally gets some relief, his cock so hard it hurt and when he finally felt her around him his entire body shook with pleasure. She was hot and tight around him, her hips moving slowly and his head falls back into the bed as he lets Emily create friction for the both of them.

Emily rolls and twists her hips as she enjoys the feeling of him stretching her. She clenches around him and he thrusts up against her in response, so she does it again, and again until Aaron is tugging harder on his restraints and she forces him down by placing her hands on his chest.

“Fuck you look so good like this baby.” She whispers through pants and Aaron’s eyes narrow. “I’m so close, I’m going to come again.”

“Me too.” He grunts as he pushes up against her. He knows that he’ll have marks around his wrists from the way he’s straining and pulling on the bindings, the headboard creaking dangerously as Emily moves faster on top of him.

She’s straining the closer she gets, her muscles burning as the heat spreads through her body. She leans over him, whispers her pleasure into his neck as Aaron plants his feet against the mattress to fuck into her. It’s a small window of control and he relishes it. He can feel her clenching, can feel his own release nearing as Emily starts to tense above him.

“Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, do not fucking stop.” She rambles, the words cut off by moans and whimpers until she comes with a whine. She jerks against him and Aaron forces himself to hold off as she crashes into her orgasm hard enough for her nails to rip through the sheets on the bed.

Emily gives herself a few moments to relax into the warmth of his body until she sits up again. She knows that he’s impossibly close, can see the strain on his face and feel the way his hips twitch against hers and she hums.

“That was so good.” She says before climbing off his lap. “I think I’ll go prepare dinner, you can wait for me right?” She turns towards the door, a smirk on her lips when she hears the breaking of wood.

Aaron felt something snap and in his aroused rage he pulled hard enough for the headboard to break, the sound loud in the room as wood falls to the floor. But he doesn’t give it another thought, his only thought on Emily and the orgasm she was about to rip away from him once again. She stands stunned as she watches him, his eyes darker than she’s ever seen them, a dangerous smirk on his face that makes her shudder.

When he gets up all she can think about is how he’s eyeing her like a predator, slowly, calculating, the rope still around his wrists as he gets closer to her.

“Get the fuck over here.” He all but growls and Emily sucks in a breath. “Now.”

She’s not moving, carefully waits for his next move but somehow she still doesn’t expect it when he grabs her around the waist and throws her on the bed. He’s back inside of her with a hard thrust, his cock feeling like it’s digging a place inside of her as he sets a pace harder than she’d ever experienced.

“Game’s over.” He grunts into her ear. “You had your fun, now I’m having mine.”

She’s nodding, her legs wrapping around him as his teeth dig into her neck. She knows that he’s using her to get off, that his own release is the only thing he can think about and being used this way turns her on in ways she hadn’t expected.

“Think you can get what you want and leave?” He mutters through blurred pleasure, he’s not really aware of what he’s saying anymore. All he can focus on is the feel of Emily, clenching around him again as his own orgasm builds. “You love this don’t you?” He looks down at her and catches the way she nods. “Love being used like this.”

“Yes, yes, Aaron I love it.” She agrees breathlessly and she feels his lips curl into a smirk against her neck.

“Show me.” He orders and like her body was trained, she comes again, clinging to him and a broken sob falling from her lips as he continues to fuck into her hard and deep, the bed creaking with every push of his hips.

He doesn’t stop until he’s coming as well, his release hard enough to knock the air out of him as he trembles against Emily’s spent and sweaty body. He thinks he’s mumbling her name, can barely make out anything through the ringing in his ears and hazy eyes. It’s another few moments before he feels like he’s coming back to himself and he rolls off Emily, concern soon stamped onto his face.

“Are you okay?” He asks and carefully strokes over the bitemark sure enough to bruise on her neck.

“Huh?” She looks at him, dazed and a lazy smile on her lips before she turns into his body, seeking his warmth.

“Did I hurt you? Was it too much?” He kisses the top of her head and then guides her face so he can look at her properly. When she lets out a laugh he relaxes some.

“That was fucking fantastic.” She kisses him and with last eases the last of his anxiety. When they break apart she looks up at their bedframe, broken and for all purposes useless now.  “You’re buying a new bedframe though.” She laughs and he can’t help but to join her as he looks at the mess he created.

“That will teach you not to tease me like that.”

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Feysand Month Day 11 - Pregnancy

It's past midnight here so you'll have to forgive me for no header! This is a loose spiritual sequel to Five Times the Beast Was Subdued (and the One Time It Wasn't) because you all asked for beast!Rhys loving up on his pregnant wife. This is pure filth and it is absolutely not necessary to read the first part lol

CW: Breeding kink, pregnancy kink, monsterfucking

Word Count: 3k

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The meeting was too gods-damned long.

Rhysand knew he was in a foul mood, and everyone else in the room knew it too. If he couldn’t read that in their thoughts, it would have been plain from their shifting glances.

No one would look him in the eye when they spoke. Wise, because he was so riled up that even Azriel had wedged himself between Rhys and the stewards. The siphons remained untapped, but Azriel’s imposing presence, and it’s underlying challenge, rubbed against his nerves enough that Rhys wanted to snarl at him, too. Rhysand had always thought Summer would need to freeze over before the day he saw Azriel defending Kier against his own High Lord.

Objectively, Rhysand was aware that if Keir been deserving of his wrath, Azriel would never stand in his way. Begrudgingly, Rhys knew his brother’s subtle warning was for his own good.

He still held his goblet of wine tight enough that it shattered halfway through the meeting, exploding into a mist of silver and red wine. Most of the nobility in attendance had merely flinched, but some—the cowards—had winnowed out of the room entirely.

They had all been prepared, at least. The throne room Had been emptied prior to his arrival, and though he could shatter it in an instant, Kier’s advisors all sat behind a ward.

There were very few things unanimously agreed upon in Prythian. But among them was the opinion that a male should scarcely be separated from his pregnant mate. And the further along in the pregnancy, the more severely that notion should be heeded.

Everyone knew that the High Lady of the Night Court was eight months pregnant. Madja had advised against winnowing in the final stages of Feyre’s pregnancy and because Rhysand had been worried she would be uncomfortable on the flight to the Hewn City, she had stayed behind in the townhouse manor.

Rhys had assured his mate that he was a civilized male who could handle a few hours away from her without regressing into a snarling beast.

That restraint was more difficult in practice.

Partially because of the instincts that remained from whatever primal beasts the fae had once been. A dark creature lurked beneath his skin, burning with loathing at the idea that while he was in the Hewn City, his mate was under the watch of another male. Anything could happen in the time he was away. That instinct to protect, protect, protect wore away gradually wore away at his sanity the longer he was separated from Feyre.

But that wasn’t what put Rhysand in a bad mood.

His mate, in an effort to subdue the instincts that plagued him, had promise she would keep the borders of her mind open, so that Rhys had access to Feyre’s every thought and feeling while he was away.

It will be like you never left, she’d said teasingly.

Except he had left. He was on the other side of the fucking mountain range, and his mate—his mate was whimpering his name into her pillow.

Rhys…

Rhysand set his jaw as arousal flooded through the bond. Was she doing it on purpose? He couldn’t imagine Feyre would wish slaughter upon the occupants of the Hewn city, yet he was moments away from decimating the entire mountain just to have the excuse to leave. Talons prodded at the skin beneath his fingertips, threatening to escape just like the elongated canines that were begging to burst through his gums.

Rhysand calmly readjusted so that his hands rested casually in his lap. Covered beneath the table. Still, the other males must have sensed the shift in him, because Keir stood up, interrupting an advisor that had been stumbling over some report.

“I believe we’ve covered everything for today, High Lord.”

Rhysand wasn’t about to dispute the lie. He only nodded his dismissal, not trusting his own voice—or what they’d see if he stood up himself. They didn’t linger long enough to find out. Even Keir averted his eyes as he quickly winnowed out of the room, leaving only Azriel and Rhysand in the dim cavern.

“You have two minutes,” Rhys choked out. Darkness loomed in his periphery, taking the shape of wings. He laid his taloned hands against the long granite table. The stone screeched, then cracked. “Go ahead of me and get everyone but Feyre out of the townhouse.”

Azriel was gone before Rhys had even finished the directive.

Glaring at the two halves of the Hewn City’s meeting room table, Rhys did his best to the count the seconds—slowly. He timed his breathing just as Amren had taught him when he was just a fledgling Illyrian with far too much power.

Control, he willed his body, concentrating on the raging ocean of magic that flowed deep in his body. He was always on the surface, commanding the tides and currents, siphoning them wherever required. But somewhere he had slipped, down, down, down beneath the surface. Where something cold and dark and ancient slumbered. It was pitch black, like the scales spreading over his arms, and if he could just swim back up to the surface—

Oh gods, Feyre moaned.

It didn’t matter how much time he had given Azriel. Black mist tore open the fabric of space, and then he was standing in the bedroom he shared with his mate. Panting. Drowning in the scent of her desire that hung like a thick fog in the air.

Even as his mind went hazy, every one of his senses seemed to sharpen as he surrendered fully to the beast that had taken over his skin. He tilted his head, watching with predatory interest as Feyre sat up. A rosy flush painted her cheekbones all the way down to the valley of her naked breasts. They had grown in her pregnancy—to Feyre’s behest and Rhysand’s obscene delight—and in her aroused state they had hardened into perfect rosy buds that he was already salivating at the thought of latching his mouth onto.

But what brought Rhysand to his knees—literally to his knees—was the sight of his mate’s round stomach, swollen with their child.

Feyre smiled, the way the Mother herself must have looked holding the weight of creation in her arms. “Mate,” she said.

It was how she always greeted him in this form. Rhysand knew she enjoyed watching the way every scale on his body rippled when she invoked that sacred word. There was no hiding his physical reaction to her when the beast took over.

Evidenced by the way Feyre’s eyes fell between his legs. Hunger spiked down the bond a moment before he could see it in her eyes. If anything, he grew larger knowing his mate felt satisfied, felt hungry, when she looked at him.

“I was wondering when you would come out to play.” She laid a soft hand over her stomach, a habit that she’d taken to absently. Eight months into her pregnancy and Rhysand still felt breathless every time he watched her do it. “Especially after all that talk of breeding.”

“Were you trying to lure me?” He asked, admittedly awed by the thought. Then he growled, reminded of what she’d been up to only moments prior. “I was going to kill those males for separating us.”

“But you didn’t,” Feyre said, voice silken with a pride that had his cock aching. His mate stood from the bed with all the grace and authority that had earned her the title of High Lady. He bowed his head at her approach, and practically groaned when she carded her fingers through his hair.

And pulled. Forcing his eyes upwards, until his vision was eclipsed in his favorite shade of blue. Like the sea foaming where it met the Sidra. Like the Velaris sky on a full moon. Like everything that was good in the world, condensed into two small disks that stared at him with pride and love and something that made it very difficult for him to stay still. Desire.

She could likely feel him trembling beneath her touch as she stroked his hair and crooned, “You’re a good mate, hmm? I trust you wouldn’t have done something to displease me.”

Gods, even his wings went limp in their effort to pay fealty to his mate. To the mother of his child. This close, he could hear the babe’s second heartbeat against his mother’s much louder one. She was the vessel of his family, his court, his life, his everything.

Rhys groaned, and with the beast’s voice it sounded more like stone skidding over gravel. “Never—your pleasure is mine.”

“That’s what I thought,” she murmured, skimming her fingers over the hardened planes of his face, down to his lips which were still soft. Feyre rubbed her thumb along the curve of his lip, grazing the sharp points of his elongated fangs just enough that he could hear her pulse jump beneath her throat. “What have you come here for, like this?”

“To see you,” he ground out. “To smell you. To—”

“Taste me?” She guessed.

“Please you.”

This time, Feyre shivered. She dropped her hands from his face, opening her body to him as though she had freed him from his place at her feet.

Hesitantly—anticipating reproval and only venturing forward when he was met with none—Rhysand raised himself higher on his knees, until he was level with Feyre’s stomach. His eyes fell reverently over her smooth skin, marveling at the way she seemed to glow. Like the magic of their future heir, and of the union of their love, had lit a visible flame inside her.

“Go ahead,” she said.

It felt wrong to touch something so pure with this darkness, but he would obey an order from his mate above all else. He pressed his taloned hand to the large bump, eyes fluttering shut as he listened to that small heartbeat and breathed in the scent of his pregnant mate.

He fell forward, unable to restrain himself. His hands roved to Feyre’s waist, displaced by the lips that he trailed over every inch of her skin. He needed to claim her, needed every male in Prythian to know that she was his and that he would tear—

“Rhysand,” she whispered. He immediately froze, darting his eyes back to her face.

She was flushed again. This close to her center, he could smell the fresh wave of arousal flooding between her thighs. The lust that ravaged him could have crippled a lesser male. He wanted to taste her—needed to taste her more fiercely than he needed breath.

Feyre gasped as he swept her into his arms, still careful not to jostle the babe as he carried her back towards the bed and laid her gently atop the silken sheets. She deserved more than silk. She deserved gold and silver and jewels, all the things the more rational part of his brain attempted to lavish her with, and yet she denied the majority of it.

He was ready to lay the world at her feet and all she ever asked for was him.

Even in his cleverest moments, the High Lord had difficulty fathoming that.

It wasn’t something to contemplate now, when his mate could be moaning beneath his tongue. With urgent diligence, Rhysand assembled the pillows around and beneath his mate until she was practically sitting up with her legs off the bed.

By the smile he caught her trying to hide, and the affection he sensed in the bond, he could tell she found the pampering endearing. He stretched his wings outwards, unable to contain the satisfaction that brought him, and when he did he was ambushed by another wave of arousal.

Nothing—not even the Cauldron itself—could have stopped him from unleashing on her like a starved animal. He dropped to his knees, propping her legs over his shoulders as he buried his face between her thighs. The first taste of her was like the first drop of wine at a revelry, the first drop on the water’s surface. Then it rippled, until he was coming back for more and more. Until he was consumed.

Rhysand groaned, half forgetting this was about her pleasure in his pursuit for more. He would never have enough of his mate, or the sound of her stuttered breath as he licked up the center of her with the broad flat of his tongue.

Feyre’s hips bucked, and immediately she was tangling her fists in his hair, yanking him closer. He obeyed—there was nothing inside him that would ever be capable of doing otherwise. He wanted to hear her cry, to feel her body shudder against his tongue.

And because he couldn’t resist—he would never be able to resist—he twined a talon down that short bridge between their minds. She was so open to him, both physically and mentally, that he couldn’t help moaning against her.

Wet for the beast again, Feyre? He crooned. I didn’t even need to touch you.

In response, her fingers tightened in his hair. To the point of pain, which only cycled back to pleasure. There was nothing she could do to him—nothing—that wouldn’t end in pleasure.

Beautiful creature. He tongued her clit playfully, just to get her hips to buck, before he latched his mouth around her and sucked, swirling his tongue around that sensitive bud. The cry she made could have been played from the symphony halls, it was so euphonic. You are so beautiful like this, Feyre.

“It’s your doing,” she gasped, undilated her hips against his mouth. Taking her pleasure, as she deserved. He wanted her to take, take, take until there was nothing left. “You—” she cut herself off with a warbled moan that had him preening in pleasure. “You said you wanted to breed me.”

He could feel his balls tighten at the reminder, suddenly desperate to feel himself sheathed inside her again. To feel that union between their bodies, surrounded in her eat, so he could keep his mate full like she deserved.

Is that what you want? He panted, shutting his eyes as he lavished her clit with his tongue. Coaxing that pleasure he could feel rising through the bond. You want to be kept bred and full? Taken by a beast?

“Taken by—my mate,” she said, each word so rasped that it scraped along every ridge of his spine.

Come, he demanded, so much closer to a snarl than a word. Come, and I’ll reward my pretty bred mate with the beast’s cock.

Feyre whined. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. Her legs tightened around his head, trembling as he dragged her over the edge.

If he wasn’t worried about hurting the babe, he would have flipped her over and fucked her senseless right there, so that she didn’t have a chance to come down from the orgasm. Instead he was gentle, rearranging the pillows to support her as he put his mate onto her hands and knees.

It didn’t take away from that first feeling of entering her. She was so tight around the beast’s much larger cock, and he had to go slow so that she could adjust to the new girth. The patience was well worth the way his mate went boneless in his arms, moaning against the stretch that same way he was grunting at the warmth.

Everything about her was warm. And soft. And wonderful.

Feel good? He asked, thrusting slowly. Letting her adjust, even as his muscles shook with the control not to unleash himself. Is this how you like to be fucked?

A moan was his response. A moan, and her soft hands reaching backwards to where his talons held her hips. She tugged them forward, until they were secured around her stomach.

Rhysand groaned. Fuck, Feyre.

He couldn’t help the sharp snap of his hips, but by the sounds she was making, and how fucking wet she was, Rhys didn’t think she minded.

Gonna keep breeding my mate just like this, he groaned, increasing the tempo until he was lost to the sounds of their wet, slapping skin. Keep you so full. All pretty and swollen. Is that what you want Feyre?

She was gasping, face half buried in the pillows to smother the sounds of her pleasure every time Rhys snapped his hips forward.

Answer me, he growled.

Yes, she said down the bond. Breathless and flustered, even in her mind.

Her permission was all he needed for the control to slip. Then he was fucking her in earnest, stranded somewhere between male and beast as he listened to her moan his name over and over. He was saying hers, too, but it was drowned in light that started emanating from her skin, until it merged with the darkness wafting from his. He watched their magic twine together, like the golden cord beneath their souls. His hips stuttered, unable to hold himself back as he felt Feyre’s walls spasm around him. They both came together, screaming the other’s name down the bond.

Rhysand could have stayed like that forever, inside the heat of his mates body as their heartbeats raced in tandem. But it was the sound of that quieter third heartbeat that prompted him to roll off of his mate to help her get more comfortable.

The scales and talons retreated as he climbed into the bed behind her, spooning his body around Feyre’s so they could rest their hands together over her pregnant stomach.

“I love you,” he murmured, directed to the both of them.

Feyre said it back immediately, in that lovely lilt of hers that made him fall in love all over again. And a moment later, he swore he felt something kick against the hand he rested over her stomach. As though their child were saying it back, too.

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