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mountainsandmayhem · 2 months

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Shhh...Just A Little Bit More

Part Three (Spicy Version)

DBF!Joel x Female!Reader - 18+

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 (Soft Version)

Summary: Joel Miller caught you working where you shouldn't be after you promised to quit. Now he's taking matters into his own hands. Word Count 5.7k

CW: DBF!, Dom!, SoftDom!, use of nicknames (baby, sweet pea, baby girl etc.), Sub/Dom, DD/LG, use of toys and a riding crop. no use of y/n. no description of reader except for piercings. Praise, degradation. After care.

AN: THANK YOU for all your love on parts 1 and 2. This is the spicy version of the third part. I'd love to hear which part you liked best!

“Hey, buddy. It’s Joel.”

“Joel?” You can hear your dad’s muffled and panicked voice through the receiver. “Where’s my daughter? Why do you have her phone? It’s 5 am!”

“Remember that time Sarah ran away to your house and you told me that one day I might be doing the same for you?”

Your dad is silent for a while, a distorted higher pitched voice filters through before you hear your dad again, “It’s alright honey. She’s with Joel.” He lets out a deep sigh before adding, “I thought we skipped the rebellious phase with her.”

“She’s a good girl. I think she just needs some time to cool off.” Joel says, his voice is friendly and light.

You squeeze your thighs together and nuzzle deeper into Joel’s throat. You know what you need, and it isn’t to cool off. He and your dad have been friends since the day he moved in down the street. You were seven and Sarah was eleven, you thought she was the coolest person on the planet. Wonder what she’d think of you now, cuddled up against her dad after he just edged the fuck out of you after spanking you in an alleyway. You’re lost in your thoughts as Joel talks with your parents for a while.

A sane person would stop being so turned on right now. Fuck, I need Joel. So badly. Maybe I should rile him up some more.

“I’ll come by this afternoon,” Joel hugs you tighter, bringing you back to the conversation. “Ya, if she wants to, I’ll bring her. She’s ok, just never seen her more - frustrated.”

You squeeze his side, knowing he’s smirking about how frustrated and needy you truly are right now. He hangs up the phone and brings his lips to yours, kissing you harder this time. You moan into his mouth, hands roaming up his body to tangle in his hair.

Holy shit, Joel Miller is kissing me.

As you run your nails along his scalp he lets out a pleasurable sounding gasp and a small shiver racks his body. Oh, he likes that, he likes that very much.

Got ya, you think to yourself.

He pulls away to see you smiling at him. “This is why I usually tie naughty girls down,” his voice is completely different from how it was just moments ago; deeper and more commanding. It reverberates through you - right to your pussy. “Because they think they’ve found spots that will get them what they want. Let’s go home now, darlin’.”

The front door hasn’t even closed before Joel is hoisting you over his shoulder roughly, kicking the door closed as you squeal, his calloused hands gripping the back of your thighs as your stomach rests across his broad shoulder.

Fuck his ass looks good from this angle.

“You know I’m not done punishing you yet, right?” He growls, toeing off his boots and taking you to the basement.

When Sarah was old enough, she’d occasionally babysit you. You remember there being a locked room in the basement, she said she didn’t know what was in there, but you were obsessed with finding out. You asked Joel mercilessly what he was hiding back there and he never responded in more than a grunt or a sarcastic comment like “that’s where I lock up kids who don’t shut up.”

Joel grabs a key off the holder at the bottom of the stairs and heads straight for that mysterious locked door. The key scrapes against the door knob, you crane your neck to see as he flicks on the light.

Holy. Fucking. Shitballs. Joel Miller has a sex room.

“Watch your mouth,” he grumbles as he drops you onto the large metal framed bed.

Did I say that out loud?

He stalks away from you towards a large black cabinet, rolling the sleeves of his button up flannel to his elbows. It’s almost concerning how much that simple action turns you on. Maybe you should go back to church, your mom would be so proud.

You’re intrigued to look around, curious as to what else is around you in this large room, but everything about Joel’s presence draws you in. Freezes you in time. You belong to him, or so he implied when he said he was your Dom now.

He slides the door of the large black cabinet open just enough to reach in. Your curiosity is bubbling to the surface and just as you’re about to ask he looks at you darkly.

“Did you come on the drive home?”

Every bump on the drive home had you twitching. You tried your hardest not to gasp and moan but the combination of the gravel road, your insane state of heightened arousal, and the lack of underwear in your stiff denim shorts were all working against you.

“No, Joel.” Your eyes dance around his hands, trying to see what he took out of the cabinet.

His jaw flexes, “It’s Mr Miller. Not Joel.” His chin juts towards the corner of the room across from him as he says, “go kneel in that corner. Face the wall and don’t move.”

You practically leap off the bed and scramble to the corner as Joel mumbles, “So fuckin’ eager,” under his breath.

On your way to the corner you see all sorts of ropes, chains, paddles and whips hanging from the walls. There's a large wooden x with cuffs leaning against another wall and beside the corner he’s told you to go to there’s a strange looking bench, almost like a gymnastics horse, that also has cuffs. You might be way in over your head here.

You kneel down in the corner, the carpet is soft and luxurious under your knees as you rest your bum down onto your heels.

“No, on your knees. Hands above your head on the wall.” Joel barks, making you jump and your pussy flutter. Joel opens and closes some more doors, you hear things being moved around and just as your hands start to go numb above you, you feel his heat at your back.

“I’m going to finish your punishment now little one,” he rasps. “Have you ever been a sub before?”

“N-no. Mr Miller. I’m sorry,” you voice trembles. Nervous and excited energy are battling inside you for first place.

“Don’t be sorry, babygirl. What do you say if you want me to stop?” His strong hands grip your hair, gathering it up in a low ponytail before tying a long ribbon around it.

“Umm..” you rack your brain. Before his sadistic little countdown he told you to say something if you wanted to stop.

“Cowboy,” you finally say, slightly uncertain until he hums a sultry ‘that’s right’ behind you, his hands grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it up and over your head.

The cool basement air hits your exposed skin and you find yourself arching your back towards Joel’s warm body. Your nipples turn to stiff peaks at the combination of the temperature shift and the anticipation of what’s coming next.

Your hands fall back to your sides as your shirt glides past your fingertips. Without missing a beat, Joel hits right below your shoulder blade gently with a riding crop. The sound of the soft black leather end against your skin is louder than the pain, but it still burns slightly as you gasp and your arms fly back up to the wall.

“Don’t be stupid, baby. The more you don’t listen, the more I will hurt you. And you are already here because you didn’t listen.” He trails the riding crop around the pink mark forming on your back. “Stand up, but keep your hands above you.”

You plant one white slip-on van on the carpet and drag the toe of the other as you stand, hands sliding up the red satin wallpaper that lines the room. The soft leather of the crop traces down the black strap of your lace bra, across the back band and then up the other strap.

“Use one hand and undo the clasp, sweet pea.” You drop your right hand and bring it behind your back. Popping the metal clasp open with a shaky thumb and forefinger. Before you can put your hand back, Joel grabs your wrist and places the crop in your fist before raising it back up above you. His rough fingers graze your back, goosebumps line your skin as your head falls forward and you hum out in pleasure.

His hands glide around to the front of your body and trail up, pushing under the cups of your bra to squeeze your tits. He stops dead as they land heavy in his palms.

“Holy fuck, drop the crop and take this bra off right now. Let me see them,” his voice is thick with arousal at what he’s found.

You do as he says, the crop hitting the soft carpet with a thud. You spin and let your bra fall from your arms. Showing him the golden barbells, and the thin golden hearts that surround each nipple.

Joel practically snarls as he dives in to kiss you, his tongue parting your lips and making room for him to devour you. “Are those healed?” He asks through the kiss.

“They’re sort of new,” you say into his mouth. “Six weeks ago.”

“Fuuuuck, you’re gonna kill me,” his hands hurry to the buttons on your shorts. He rips them down your legs, kneeling in front of you to slide off your shoes. His face is now level with your achy cunt. It’s been throbbing since he spanked you and now he’s so very close.

He stops to stare at it, then gently uses his thumbs to pull your soaked lips again. He clicks his tongue, “too bad you didn’t listen. She looks swollen and sooo wet,” his thumb barely grazes the wet flesh before he looks up at you as he sucks off the juices. “Mmm - and sweet. But bad girls don’t get rewards.” He lays a quick slap across your clit and you nearly collapse at the sensation.

The pain.

The heat.

The pleasure.

He smirks down at you as he stands. You crane your neck to look at him, gasping for breath as the pleasure ebbs between your legs.

“You like pain, don’t you?” He asks.

A sly closed lip smile crosses your face as you nod quietly. You do like pain, but you’ve never had someone as experienced as Joel before. He spanked you harder than you ever have been before, pushing and testing your limits. While you enjoyed it, and can’t fucking wait to do it again, you aren’t sure if you can handle all these whips, crops, canes and ropes.

Cowboy. Just say cowboy.

He steps away, leaving you completely bare in the corner. He stops at the foot of the bed, the things he’s pulled out of the cabinet rest flat on top of the sheets but you can’t make out what’s there. He slides his flannel off and drops it to the floor. You swallow hard at the way his tight shirt hugs his body, you swear you can see every muscle that lines his chest and abdomen through it. He doesn’t leave you guessing for long, one hand reaching behind himself, grabbing his shirt by the nape of the neck before peeling it from his hard body. You squeeze your thighs at the sight of him.

Joel Miller: Greek God.

He leans against the tall post at the foot of the bed, crossing his thick arms over his chest. His biceps bulge and suddenly you find it hard to breathe. He is fucking beautiful.

“Crawl to me, and bring the crop,” his voice is rough as he commands you.

You get onto your hands and knees and look over at the crop and then back towards Joel, looking up through your lashes. “Think about it for a second,” he says.

You bend down and pick the crop up with your teeth. “There’s my smart girl,” he praises as you crawl. You’re so wet that your thighs slide effortlessly against one another. You stop in front of him and he reaches down to tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. He’s looking at you with an immense sense of pride, you’d do anything to have him look at you like that and when he throws in a warm ‘good girl’ you’re done for. His. His brat. His good girl. His submissive. Just his.

He takes the crop from your teeth and then walks behind you. “Arch your back,” he presses the leather end into your lower back, guiding you, teasing you, showing you what he wants and how he wants it.

“Spread your legs, babygirl,” he whispers, again gently pressing the crop to your inner thighs as you spread for him before he slowly drags the soft leather from your clit to your backside. You whimper at the much needed attention. “Good girl. See how much better it is when you listen.”

You relax your head, letting it fall as you moan. Close. So very close. The leather meets your chin next. “Eyes up, I need you to stay like this for me. Ok?”

“Yes Mr Miller,” you gasp, holding your head high, looking straight ahead at the metal bed frame that’s lined with hooks and rings. “Anything for you.”

The riding crop trails down your neck and spine as he walks back behind you. “That right, darlin’?” He says, almost afraid to admit how much those three little words have affected him. You. Offering him anything.

You let out an agreeable moan before he strikes you twice, each snap of the crop hitting the exactly same spot.

Joel Miller: Greek God and Accurate Riding Crop Sniper.

Ok, you’ll have to work on the name.

The sting takes a bit longer to turn into that pleasurable tingly heat that you love than when he spanked you. Keeping your back arched and head up is already proving to be a challenge, and then he traces your cunt and asshole again with the leather and you’re practically shaking. Closer. Much closer.

He does it again. Striking one cheek, then the other, quickly followed by a quick slap to the back of your thigh. You cry out in pain, until the leather slides over your soaked clit and the sounds turn downright pornographic.

“Why am I punishing you?” He demands, tapping your clit lightly and rapidly.

“I - mmmm - I didn’t q-quit,” you moan.

“Wrong,” he hits you again. Five quick, sharp snaps, alternating between ass cheeks. Then he slides up and down your folds again.

Pain

Pleasure.

Sparkling burning heat.

“M’gonna come,” you mumble and Joel pulls away. You cry out in protest as he lowers himself to the floor, a large warm hand gently rubbing your sore cheek.

“You come when I say,” his lips land on every spot he’s hit you, but not the spot you need him the most. “Now why am I punishing you?”

Your mind is mush, overrun by the overwhelming need to orgasm. You didn’t quit. He wants you to and you didn’t. That’s why he’s hitting you.

“I don’t know Mr Miller,” you whine. His hand trails up the soft skin of your inner thigh, your legs tremble under his touch and you fight against your shaking arms to keep your body how he wants it.

“No?” He says with a smirk. “On your elbows, forehead on the floor.”

“I’m sorry,” you say as you get into his new required position.

“You should be,” he stands and walks towards the bed. Leaving your ass up and on display. “You lied and snuck out, then after your spanking tonight you stayed at work for another two hours. You also used my marks to make money. You, my sweet girl, are a brat.” He’s practically growling by the time he finishes, settling himself behind you. “That’s why I’m punishing you.”

Deep down Joel knows he should stop. Not for the obvious reasons: best friend's daughter, twenty years younger, four years younger than his own daughter. But because he hasn’t had a real conversation with you yet about your hard and soft limits. Didn’t even ask if you wanted to be his sub. But your smooth little ass is up in the air, pussy glistening in the dim light of his sex room and nothing but your pleasure matters anymore.

You swallow hard, “I’m sorry for being a brat, Mr Miller.”

“I don’t think you are,” he says and you hear the distinct sound of a cap of lube opening behind you. “I think that you have enjoyed yourself so much that you’re going to be back on that corner waiting for an Uber to take you to work tonight. You want me to come after you. Because you are a little slut with a very greedy pussy.”

Something cool presses against your soaked entrance and you cry out as he continues, “so I’ll tell you what. You can go to work tonight, but you’ll have to do it my way,” slowly that cool something slides inside of you, filling you slightly but it’s not enough. “Fuck, practically sucked it in, babygirl.”

You can feel it, a hard ball that’s pushing right against your g spot, a slender piece staying outside your body for easy removal. “That is going to stay in until I take it out. It vibrates, and if you don’t behave…I will turn it on.”

His large, rough hands grip you by the hips and pull you back so your ass is flush against his body, his cock stiff as nails under his jeans. “It’s time to get some sleep, sweetheart. Get in the bed, please.”

“But…” you pout into the plush carpet. “Please, Mr Miller.”

“What did I say? Bad girls don’t get rewarded. Come on,” he taps your hip. “Bed.”

You stand up on shaky legs, thankful that the best is only two steps ahead of you. But the toy inside of you has you feeling like a powder keg on the edge of exploding. Joel pulls the covers back and climbs in with you, pulling you in to rest your head on his chest. His arm drapes around your body, the other resting behind his head.

“How are you feeling after tonight?” He whispers, using an app on his phone to turn the lights off.

“Horny,” you whisper, burying yourself deeper into his neck.

“I know. But you know I can’t make you come, right? I can’t reward you for this behaviour.” His lips fall to your hairline, two light lingering kisses melting you further into him.

“What can I do, Mr Miller?” The moment the last syllable of his name leaves your lips the vibrator comes to life inside of you. “Oh god - thank you. Thank you.” Your body twitches against his, your leg coming to drape across him as you subconsciously hump and grind into his hip.

“That feel good, baby?” He asks, holding you tighter against his strong body.

“Yes. Yes. Hnnnng, yes.” You grind harder, your arousal coating his hip and leg, your clit sliding along him with ease now. “Joel, please.”

Shit. He should punish you for calling him Joel but you’re so goddamn beautiful as you start to fall apart and he can’t hold back any longer. He’s let other subs go days without an orgasm, he’s gotten off to them begging and crying for relief. But you. You sound so damn sweet to his ears and he can’t stand to see you like this anymore.

He has you flipped onto your back, trapped under his weight before you can even register what’s happening. He’s kissing you deeply, tongue taking what it wants as your legs kick and shake under him.

“Please!” You cry between kisses.

His thick fingers sliding between your puffy folds before grabbing the end of the vibrator, you scream out as he pulls the toy from you.

“Shhh…just a little bit more. I’m going to make it better now,” he says gently, kissing down your neck, swirling his tongue around each nipple piercing.

“Please. Please. Pleeeaase, Mr Miller. Please. It hurts. I need it, please.” You’re a mumbling mess and the words leaving your lips are practically incomprehensible.

“I know. Relax baby. Breathe.” He says between kisses down your sternum, his tongue tracing your curves. When he finally settles in between your thighs he swallows hard, he wants to dive right in, make you drench his face as you come. “Look at me, darlin’.”

His warm breath hits your pussy and you fight your hips from bucking up to his face as prop yourself up on an elbow and try to focus your eyesight on him. You didn’t know it was possible to be so turned on that you practically had tequila vision.

His voice is serious yet calm as he says, “I’m going to make you come using my fingers and my tongue. Is that ok?”

You nod your head and a faint ‘yes’, leaves your lips. He doesn’t want to ask permission, and next time he won’t. But right now he needs to know you’re ok with this.

“Can I lick and touch both the outside and inside of this beautiful, weeping, pussy?”

It starts to hit you that Joel Miller would never do something you didn’t want and that sets your soul on fire. He cares. About you. Only you. Wants to do things for you. You are not a burden here.

“Yes, Mr Miller. Please. Touch me.” The room suddenly feels twenty degrees hotter, you can feel sweat beading on your skin.

“That’s my girl,” he says, sliding his ring and middle finger around your desperate entrance. You cry out, dropping your body to the bed.

Pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure.

“No no baby girl, eyes on me.”

You somehow muster the strength to raise yourself onto shaky arms. His two strong fingers slide deep into your heat with minimal resistance and you immediately start gasping.

Pleasure. Life altering, heart stopping pleasure.

“Fuuuuck. Baby. So tight. Have you ever squirted before?” His cheeks are flushed with need. He might be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

Your breasts rise and fall with your ragged breaths. You shake your head and moan out a ‘no’.

He smiles down at your dripping cunt, “I can feel it. Gotta relax for me. Just breathe and let it happen.”

Nerves flutter in your stomach and then he curls his fingers forward, putting so much pressure on a soft spongy spot that you didn’t know existed until today. On instinct, your knees try to close but his wide frame keeps you open. You yell his name to the ceiling, as all the air whooshes from your lungs.

“Breathe baby,” he says as he curls his fingers once, twice, three more times. You can hear how wet you are and the pressure becomes unbearable. Stars start to blur your vision, the walls of your pussy squeeze tightly around his fingers and then it’s just a blur. A blur of all consuming pleasure and you turn into a boneless, mumbling mess.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Come for me. Soak me. Good girl,” Joel’s free hand pressed down on your mound as a wet heat leaks all over you. “Good fuckin’ girl. Let go for me.”

You’re not sure if you’re screaming or not, all you hear and feel is Joel. Everything is Joel. Strong hands, deep gravel voice, warm vanilla smell. He’s everywhere and you never want it to stop.

“Keep going. That’s it. You look so beautiful,” he says, licking a long stripe up your fluttering pussy, drinking and slurping up your juices. “Oooh yeah - gooood giiirrll”

Almost immediately after your orgasm crests it becomes too much. You’re so overstimulated that it hurts and your moans of pleasure become cries of pain. You forget your name, where you are, you even forget your safe word. But Joel knows, he always knows.

He stops pumping his fingers and says your name, “look at me sweet pea.”

You blink slowly, you’re wrecked, barely able to keep your eyelids open, almost convinced they’ve been replaced with steel. You’re sucking in air, did you not breathe that entire time?

“Breathe baby, you’re ok.” He says, stilling his fingers until you’re ready.

“I’m sorry, Mr Miller. I know I called you Joel. I won’t do it again.”

So fucking cute. “It’s ok, darlin’ girl. I want you to let loose when you come.” He places a few light kisses along your thighs. The sheets and his bare chest are soaked. “I’m gonna pull my fingers out.”

You fall back to the bed and fist the sheets to ground yourself as he slides his fingers out. “You did such a good job,” he praises as you whimper at the loss of his fingers inside of you.

He crawls up your body, placing his strong forearms beside your head, moving any hair that has escaped the ribbon from your face. “I’m so proud of you, babygirl.”

“Fuck me,” you mumble.

He grins down at you. “That’s my little slut,” he says darkly, ripping his jeans and underwear off, kissing you hard and rough - just how you like it. His hard cock lands heavy on your clit and you cry out into his mouth. “You sure about this?” He says cockily.

“Fuck me, Mr Miller. Please. I need your -,” he slams deep inside you, hips flush against yours. He’s so deep you swear you can feel it behind your navel. The girth of him giving you a painful but pleasurable stretch, “oh god. I’m gonna come again.”

“Squeeze me, baby. Yell out. Show me what I do to you,” he hooks your knees in his elbows to get deeper. Hips grinding and slamming into yours. “So goddamn good. So tight. Give it to me, little one.”

The heat in your belly snaps as you come apart for him again. Every muscle goes limp and pliant as he folds you in half, knees practically behind your head like some sort of tantric pretzel. The walls of your pussy clamp down on his dick as cry out in pained moans. Before your orgasm has even tapered off he’s slipping out of you and flipping you around.

“Hands and knees, like you were on the floor.” He practically yells it at you, like a drill sergeant.

You don’t have the cognitive ability to even know what your arms or legs are, lying on your belly down in the puddle you created earlier.

“Can’t,” you moan before the sharp snap of the riding crop hits your ass. Adrenaline spikes as you start to find your arms, bringing them beside you to push up. Another three quick strikes hit your backside. “Fuck. Stop, Joel. Please.”

He strikes you again. You most definitely do not want him to stop and you already know that he loves when you beg. “It huuuurts,” you gasp as you bring yourself up to your knees. Your all wobbly limbs, like a newborn giraffe, and panting breaths as he hits six quick strikes down your thigh. Crying out with each one, “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. Please just stop.”

“You should see how your pussy clenches with each hit, my little masochist,” he praises, moving to punish the other thigh in the same way he did the other one. “You could come from this, couldn’t you?”

“No. It hurts. I’m sorry, daddy.”

Joel stops. The word daddy suspended in the air between you. Fuck, it just slipped out. You’ve never said it to a man before and now you wish you could just crawl into a little hole and die alone.

“Oh babygirl,” he says proudly, coming up behind you and rubbing his dick up and down your wet pussy. “Do you like that? Calling me daddy?”

“It slipped out. I’m sorry Mr Miller,” you desperately want to bury your face in the pillows but you keep your head held high, just like he wants you too.

“Tell daddy to fuck you,” he says, his hand grabbing the base of your tied back hair.

“F-fuck me, daddy,” you say in the sweetest and most innocent sounding voice you can muster.

With one snap of his hips he’s fully inside of you, his hand pulls at your hair. You scalp tingling and burning, only adding to the pleasure building again in between your legs.

“You like it rough. Don’t you, little one?” You moan out in agreement, “like it when daddy fucks you this deep. Like it when daddy is in your belly. Don’t you?”

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” It’s like you’re a broken record, unable to come up with anything except moans, cries and ‘oh god’s’.

Joel’s hand moves from your hair to between your shoulder blades and pushes down. A silent command for you to rest your chest on the bed. You do as he says, “good fuckin girl. You want me to fuck you while I use the crop? Is that what you want my little pain slut?”

“Yes please, Mr Miller,” you gasp, hands fisting the sheets, muscles clenching as you prepare for what’s about to happen.

The pace at which he’s fucking you continues. He’s fast and rough, his balls slapping against your pussy with each trust. The crop hits the bottom of one of your feet first, then just to the right of your left shoulder blade.

“Not gonna stop until you use that safeword. Brats don’t get rewards,” He fucks up into you a few more times as he swats at the front of your thigh.

Blinding heat and pleasure start to course through you as you come again. “My little masochist,” he says again, pulling back to slap at your ass as you come on his cock. Tears blur your vision, you want to stop but you want to make him proud. You feel his dick getting harder, twitching slightly.

Just a few more minutes, you think to yourself. Until he strikes you harder than all the other times. The sound of leather on your skin fills your ears and you pull away from him, “COWBOY!!”

You collapse into the sheets as Joel turns away, unable to stop his orgasm and wanting to be respectful of your need to stop. He cums into the sheets with his hand, biting back your name from leaving his lips.

He turns to find you facedown, red and purple marks already forming. “Baby,” he whispers, his hand coming to caress your lower back. You flinch under his touch.

Fuck, I went to hard.

“Shhh, relax. It’s over now. Let me take care of you.” He sees you visibly melt into the mattress, and why wouldn’t you. His voice is soft and gentle as his fingers trail up and down your spine. “I’m so proud of you for using your safeword. Can you roll over for me?”

You do as he says, using any last ounce of energy to roll over. He shuffles himself to sit on the edge of the bed, lifting your upper body to help you prop up in some pillows, your eyelids are impossibly heavy. He reaches into the small mini fridge that’s disguised as a bedside table and takes out a bottle of water.

“I need you to drink this, honey. Then I will put some coconut oil on those marks. Ok?”

You open your eyes as he cracks the water. He looks wrecked. Beads of sweat line his hairline, curls sticking to his forehead, but fuck is he beautiful.

Joel Miller. Sex God.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as he slides his boxers back up his leg, his still half hard cock pressing against the fabric.

You’re suddenly unable to stop from giggling. You feel giddy and drunk as you down the water and say, “I feel fucking amazing!”

Joel shakes his head and lets out a little laugh. “Good,” he says, pressing his lips to your forehead. He pulls makeup wipe out from the bedside drawer and wipes the mascara that’s run down your cheeks. Then he finds himself doing something he’s never done with his other subs. He grabs the coconut oil and reaches a hand out to help you off the bed.

“Let’s go get some sleep,” he says. Steading you and leading you up the stairs to his room. This is dangerous territory, but he needs to wake up with you. Cherish you. Care for you. Other subs always slept down here. Never in his room and rarely with him. But certainly never ever in his room.

You follow with shaky legs and nearly collapse onto his bed when you get there.

“Can we do that again?” You ask as he rubs oil on your tender backside.

“Fuck yes. But before we do that,” he taps your side and you roll over so he can oil your thigh. “You need to fill out some paperwork.”

You groan and he lets out a deep laugh. “I promise it’s fun paperwork. Hard and soft limits. Things you want to try.”

He looks up at you with adoration, mirroring the looks you’re giving him. He nods towards your pierced nipples, “I like those. Very sexy. As soon as they’re healed we are gonna have some fun.”

You blush, “thanks. You’re - umm, you’re actually the first person to see them.”

“That right?” He says proudly, lying down beside you and pulling you into his chest.

“I have an appointment at the piercer next week. Any requests?” You say teasingly as you nuzzle into his chest. Your appointment is to get a second hole in each ear lobe, but may as well have a little fun.

“Hmmm,” he hums, lips grazing your hairline with little kisses. “Belly button.”

“Oh, I was thinking of doing my clit.” You glance up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip between your teeth.

“Fuck me, baby. You tryin’ to kill this old man? I’m gonna have to leave the goddamn continent while that heals.” He pulls you in tighter, pulling the blanket up around both of you. “Get some rest now, we have a big afternoon.”

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xuhuihuis · 1 month

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His Order | Lee Jeno

warnings: domceo!jeno, sub!reader, voyeurism, pet names (daddy, princess, good girl, angel), choking.

You walked down the hallway to your bedroom in your own world, expecting nothing but the faint sound of Jeno’s moans in his office could be heard. Jeno was the one who told you that no matter what, you were not allowed to go into his office without his permission, but this felt different. The sound of your heartbeat in your ears increased the closer you approached his office, very slowly and quietly. Your hands started to subtly shake as the sight of the heavy office doors met your gaze. These doors were a barrier between you and a punishment. Now, do you be a good girl for your daddy or look in?

Fuck it.

That was the last thing that you thought before you gently pushed the door open and saw Jeno sitting there in his chair with his shirt open and pants down to his ankles, moaning like a whore. He didn’t notice that you were standing at the door at first and kept pumping his cock, chasing his orgasm. The sight did send shivers down your spine, and tingling started to form in your lower stomach as you watched his stomach muscles contract with every thrust of his hips.

Before you could think, your hand ended up underneath your skirt, and your fingers started to play with your clit as you watched Jeno. As his groans got louder, you found it harder to keep quiet as you stood there watching him. The one hand covering your mouth from any sounds leaking out wasn’t enough as you dipped one finger into your cunt and let out a quiet scream. Your heart dropped as you realised Jeno’s office was now silent, and that could only mean one thing: he heard you.

Jeno immediately snapped out of his lust-filled haze as he heard your whines from outside the door, and a small smirk appeared on his face. Sighing as he sat up in his chair as his hard cock sat against his stomach, still throbbing but now aching for you.

‘Y/N. Come in, please’

Fuck. It’s over now, and you can do nothing about it. You slowly raised your hands to the door before pushing them open and being met with a very annoyed Jeno on the other side of the room. Step by step, you slowly approached his desk and could clearly see the disappointment on his face, which made you feel more guilty. As you got closer to his figure, he demanded you get onto your knees and watched closely as you sank onto his knees while keeping eye contact with him.

‘Such a naughty girl, you know what the rules are, baby’

Jeno’s voice was thick with disappointment as he looked down at you, sitting on the floor, helpless and unable to do anything but obey him. He sat back on his chair as he watched you try and come up with an excuse, but nothing was working. You were too caught up in lust and panic to try and work yourself out of this, but you only dug the hole deeper for yourself. The silence in the room is unbearable, with only the rhythmic thump of your heartbeat in your ears to keep you grounded.

‘Up. Do I have to do everything around here?’

His deep voice scared you as he demanded you now sit on his lap and listen to every word he says to you with no questions asked. You scramble up to your feet to sit on Jeno’s thick thighs like the good girl you are, but you could feel his cock twitch underneath you. A soft moan left your lips as Jeno took your chin into his hold between his thumb and pointer finger, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

‘Gonna ride Daddy like a good girl? Make me proud.’

Your face lit up as you moved your lace panties to the side and dragged his thick, heavy cock down your cunt until he slipped into your entrance. The silence was broken with the sound of both of your moans mixed together as you got used to the stretch of his cock, clinging desperately onto Jeno’s shoulders and bunching up the fabric of his dress shirt.

Jeno held onto your hips as you started to bounce on his cock, making sure that you could feel every inch of his cock. The pleasure was running through your veins as his cock rubbed up against your walls again and again, making your brain go dumb. You had no thoughts other than Jeno. Jeno. Jeno.

‘Fucking me so good, princess.’

He knew how much that name had an effect on you, and he could tell by the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head before speeding up until you were almost jumping on his cock. The only thing holding you up were Jeno’s strong arms as you were slowly falling apart on his cock. Jeno did try his best to keep quiet, but he was struggling to hold back on his moans as his orgasm started to creep up on him. One of his large hands slowly moved up your body until it met your neck. The bare, unmarked skin was too irresistible.

‘Are you okay with this, gorgeous?’

He quickly snapped out of his dom aura to ask you permission to go further, but you immediately nodded your head, and your eyes got darker with lust when he asked. The feeling of his thick, cold fingers applying slight pressure only encouraged you more. Jeno groaned out as your cunt tightened around his cock as you got close to your orgasm. It was now becoming difficult to take full control of riding Jeno, as the feeling in your legs was lost a long time ago, but Jeno’s words got you through the pain.

‘You can do it! Do it for Daddy.’

You couldn’t register anything at this point other than the pleasure you were feeling. Tears started to form in your eyes as Jeno finally took over and was drilling into your cunt, getting you both to your highs. Very tightly, you held onto Jeno as you babbled into his ear non-coherent sentences as you begged for permission to cum. The once-perfect makeup is now ruined all because of Jeno, and he is the only one who could do that to you. A pretty doll just for him...

‘I n-need it, d-daddy. Please let me c-cum’

Jeno was always so weak for your begging; no matter what, it always got to him. His hips were now stuttering into yours as you were both, oh so close. Fuck. You are Jeno’s pretty doll, and he can’t hold back anymore as the tears start to fall down your face silently.

‘You mean the world to me. Always so good for me’

‘Always make me so proud, angel’

He held onto you tightly as you rode out of your orgasm, and he followed shortly after. Nothing was said between the both of you, but you sat in a comfortable silence as you both calmed down from the intense highs. You softly smiled as Jeno ran his large hands up and down your back as you lay on top of him, leaving a soft kiss on your temple.

#hard hours #k pop smut #nct smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct dream smut #nct dream hard thoughts #nct dream hard hours #jeno hard thoughts #jeno hard hours #lee jeno smut #jeno smut

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delilahcalicocat · 29 days

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♥︎•-Behave Now.-•♥︎

{Rating: Smut}

{Warnings: Cockwarming, Master/Princess Dynamic, Unprotected Sex, Swearing}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader}

《Summary: After they returned home, Y/N decides to test Cody again. To see what she'll get as a punishment》

It was a Tuesday, that night Cody was off. Since NXT didn't have any plans for him to show up.

"Sir, are you still busy?" You asked, peeking your head through the door to his office

"Yes Princess, I'll be busy for atleast the next hour." He spoke

Little did he know, you'd been trying to annoy him. Trying to get his attention, since that day. You'd worn a red and blue lace set, with a colorful Collar that had a tag, it read "If found please return this naughty little slut to her master: Cody Rhodes" you remembered the day Cody gave it to you.

It was your birthday a year ago. You remember reading the text and being horny whenever you read it.

"Sir.. Can you look at my dress before I leave? I want to know if this is appropriate to go out in." You asked

You knew your outfit was far too slutty to leave in, it was a tight black dress that revealed your lingerie underneath.

He looked up at you for a moment, he looked shocked. His pupils blown wide with a lustful look.

"You aren't going anywhere in a outfit like that, Princess." He spoke

"Really? Not even if it's a night out with my girls?" You pouted

"If you're going anywhere, it's in my lap. While you squirm and beg for release." He said coldly

A gulp caught in your throat, but by the time you went to speak, Cody had you pinned on his desk.

He clawed at your dress, pulling it off of you.

You now sat in the bralette and panties, in his lap.

Your wrists pinned onto his desk by his hand, you sat there pitifully

"Sir? Have... I deserved.."

"I don't know, should you have my cock? Do you dream of having me fuck you over this desk?" He spoke to you coldly

"S-Sir.. please I've been a good girl.. good enough for your.. c-cock.." You pleaded and begged.

You prayed he'd let you have his cock, but instead. He made you sit in his lap again, your panties pulled to the side, Cody not even bothering to remove his suit.

You sat there, an occasional whine passing your lips. Attempting not to rock your body, as he'd slap your thigh.. you sat there for minutes that seemed like hours..

You zoned out for a moment, rocking yourself.

You got brought back to reality when he slapped your thigh..

"Behave. Now. You little slut." He said

You immediately sat still, the last thing you needed tonight was brat tamer Cody. You wouldn't be able to wrestle on Friday if the brat tamer side came out.

You sat there, trying not to move. It'd been 26 minutes since this started..

"Master?.. Can... you.. move?.." You asked

"How badly do you want me to move?" He questioned

"Very Badly, please master... I've been a good little slut..." You whined

Without hesitation, he stood up and pushed you over his desk. Hands still pinned behind your back.

He fucked into you at a bruising pace, enjoying the whimpers and whines that spilled from your pretty little mouth..

He fucked you basically into the desk.

Your whimpers and whines, Turning into cries and moans.

He kept hitting that one spot, that nobody ever could in their life..

He came with a final rough thrust, you finishing immediately after that. With a loud whine.

"Heh, looks like we should get changed.." He sighed, Picking you up into his arms

#wwe #wwe fanfiction #cody rhodes smut #cody rhodes fic #cody rhodes fanfiction #wwe raw #cody rhodes #wwe smut #cody rhodes x reader

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lostmyremembrall · 2 years

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༒•𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞•༒

Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader x Draco Malfoy Genre: Pure filth.

Summary: You're caught touching yourself in the Dark Lord's office by Draco Malfoy. What will your punishment be? Will Tom Riddle be merciful?

Warning: Minors DNI! Overstimulation. Fingering. Dumbification. Degradation. Tom teasing you. Tom being "gentle". Spit kink. Dom! Tom. Mafia!Tom if you squint. Dom!Draco. Slut shaming. Dubcon.

Photos aren't mine.

-> ༒•𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟•༒

You let out a deep sigh, sinking deeper into the currents of pleasure.

Your fingers gently ran up and down your folds, your eyes trained on the empty seat across the desk, where he always sat.

“This isn’t what our Dark Lord pays you to do, Y/L/N.”

You jumped up from your seat, pulling down on your skirt. You turned on your heels to find the spoiled arse kisser, leaning against the wall, sneering.

You felt your cheeks burn. Stammering, you still found the courage to say, “None of your business, Malfoy.”

Malfoy’s eyes stirred in an amused surprise at your apparent refusal to admit to the crime.

“Really?” a raise of a brow. Malfoy took slow, steady steps towards you. “Well, as a lieutenant general, I’d say whatever happens in this office has got everything to do with me.”

Your nostrils flared stubbornly, “A shame you have no proof—, wha, what are you doing?!”

It was then that Malfoy’s wand quickly moved to push you down on Mr. Riddle’s desk, your wrists held together in a tight rope.

Malfoy tilted his head in an exaggerated ponder as he ran his slick index finger down your folds, eliciting a suppressed shudder out of you.

Malfoy observed the string of cum that formed in between his thumb and index finger. “I believe I do,” a low chuckle.

Malfoy pulled up the hem of your skirt, exposing your bare ass. He gasped dramatically at the lack of panties, “Have you been walking around like this?”

He ran his hand down your cheek. “Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl, Y/L/N,” he breathed out.

He grabbed at your ass before giving it a slap. You gasped, a subdermal burning sensation ran over you. Another slap to the other cheek. Then another.

You bit down on your lips and angled your head to send him a resentful look.

Draco Malfoy only cackled at the sight, throwing his head back. “Don’t look at me, Y/L/N.” He grabbed at your hair, pulling your head back towards him for him to whisper into your ear. “You’re the one who broke into Our Lord’s office.”

You caught sight of the wicked grin spread across Malfoy's lips as he sent another blow to your cheek. You let out a suppressed moan.

“Enjoying this, are we?” Malfoy sneered, his ensuing blows only getting quicker and rougher.

You shifted your weight between your legs, subconsciously wanting to cause friction between your thighs. However, the blond was quick to catch you in the act.

“No no,” he slapped away at the inside of your thighs, causing you to spread apart for him. “This is supposed to be a punishment, Y/L/N.”

Malfoy produced a plug for a good measure, pushing it into you. His silver eyes peered into you, his lips widening into a smirk, “Wouldn’t want a half-blood cum staining Our Lord’s office,” his hand tapped on your cheek.

It was then that you two heard a click on the office door. You arched your head back and felt your knees wobble underneath your weight at the sight, even with the support of the desk.

Mr. Tom Riddle had poked his head into the office, his curious eyes darting around in search of the source of the noise before they settled on you. His dark hair ruffled from travel, his tired eyes captured you bent over his office desk with reddened arse on full display. A brief shock flashed across his eyes.

“Draco?” his eyes narrowed on you with an amused smirk slowly making its way to his lips. “What is the meaning of this?”

Draco pulled you up against him, turning you around to face the one and only Lord Voldemort. Your breath hitched in your throat when Malfoy’s arm swung across your throat, effectively holding you in place against him. You fought against his grip, to no avail.

“Caught her sneaking into your office, sir,” he hissed. Malfoy’s biceps pulsed as his arm tightened around you, tightening around your airway. Your lips pursed.

With your arms tied at your back, all you could do was fight against Malfoy’s strong arm with violent twists of your torso, as Tom Riddle continued to take slow but deliberate steps toward you.

However, it wasn’t Malfoy’s command under his breath to stay still, nor the office door that Tom Riddle locked behind him, that caused you to freeze. No. It was Tom Riddle’s piercing eyes.

Once again, you felt your knees give a weak wobble underneath you as his eyes captured you fully, his eyes briefly lingering on the hem of your office skirt that was still flipped in the corner. You were caught with an urge to correct your appearance, salute, or run away from the spot like crazy all at the same time. In the end, all you could do was stay frigid like prey caught in the headlight.

“I was punishing her, sir,” you were certain that the voice of Malfoy, even that confident Malfoy, wavered in the presence of the Dark Lord. “She was touching herself, you see.”

An amused smile spread on the Dark Lord’s lips as he rounded around the office desk. “Is that so?” a quirk of a brow.

Malfoy shifted his feet and turned towards Tom Riddle, now sitting and leaning back in his comfortable leather chair. For a brief second, his eyes flickered to the top of his desk with a nudge of his chin.

Malfoy understood that command perfectly and pushed you forward, forcing you to climb onto the large office desk. Your knees scraped against the wooden surface as Malfoy inched you closer to the Dark Lord. Your toes wobbled underneath you, whether from the weight or from the nerves, you did not know. Malfoy’s arm still locked your throat against him.

“Her name?” he murmured. You felt a shiver run down your spine as Tom Riddle’s eyes grazed over from head to toe, like sampling you on a starter dish.

“Y/L/N, sir,” you heard Malfoy from a little above your right ear.

Tom Riddle only hummed. He leaned forward in his seat, the creak of the chair’s wheel the only sound in the silent room. The air was tense as strings strung across the room, the strained lines enough to shred you. Tom Riddle seemed to be contemplating what to do with you as his hands steepled in front of his lips.

Suddenly, his right hand stirred. The hand reached over to you, closing the distance between you two. Slowly, his hand snaked its way towards your core, exposed to the air underneath the single layer of your skirt. You fidgeted against Malfoy’s grip, but it was no use. His right arm only wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer against him.

Your breath hitched at the cold touch of Tom Riddle’s fingers. Perhaps he was truly cold-blooded as the rumours said, or it was simply because he had been travelling in the frigid air of winter London. His fingers were cold as ice as they danced over the skin of your folds.

You gave out a shuddered breath when Tom Riddle pulled out the plug from within you. The metallic object, now coated with your arousal, shone in his fingers.

Tom Riddle raised a brow at you, most likely intended at Malfoy behind you.

“Didn’t want her half-blood cum on your desk, sir,” you were certain you heard Malfoy stammer.

The Dark Lord hummed and placed the plug on his desk. His hand proceeded to glide over your exposed thighs. His brows furrowed at the reddened areas inside your thighs, sure to turn into a nasty bruise. “This is no way to treat a lady, Draco…”

“But her half-blood–” Malfoy’s persistent objection barely reached the Dark Lord’s ears as his fingers grazed across your sensitive skin, marked by a warm, soft sensation of a feather running its way over your bruises.

“Pure or impure,” Tom Riddle’s voice was more stern than usual as his hand retreated, content with the outcome of his healing spell. “You’ll find that sometimes giving your subordinates what they desire would be the simplest solution.”

Malfoy was lost with words, unsure of what he was getting at. You, also confused, narrowed your eyes down at his enigmatic expression. Your chest heaving anxiously under Malfoy’s arm in short bursts.

“You kept picturing me and you just couldn’t help it, correct?” Tom Riddle’s soft voice somewhat alleviated your concern. At least he seemed to be in an understanding and forgiving mood.

You nodded.

The Dark Lord gave a low, dry chuckle. “I know,” he murmured. He caught you by surprise when his left hand grabbed at your head, forcing you to look down.

Tom Riddle watched two of his slender fingers plunge into you, slowly disappearing. “Oh, I know you can take two,” he breathed out as you struggled against Malfoy’s arms. “You were just masturbating for fuck’s sake.”

You watched his slender, cool fingers penetrate you, breathing out a long sigh of ecstasy when his fingers reached the depth you usually find impossible to reach. His fingers got accustomed to your warmth soon enough.

“This is one tight cunt,” a gravelly chuckle, “Would like to try you out sometime.”

You let out a moan at the Dark Lord’s fingers that started prodding at your gspot. Your shoulders shuddered.

“Cumming already, hm?” a hint of amusement behind his mocking voice.

Your eyes glazed over, feeling your heavy head dropping in a few nods. “Please, please, pretty please,” words poured out of you involuntarily, “I need to cum,” your desperate eyes caught the Dark Lord’s, pleading.

Tom Riddle pulled down on your head even further, using the momentum to push his fingers further into you. “Cum, then,” he spat out.

You felt a jolt coursing through your entire being as you drew in a sharp breath. Your scream was muffled by Malfoy’s quick hand that covered your airways. You came down from your high with a few more jabs into you, your breathing heavy.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” came Tom Riddle’s voice hushed in excitement.

Soon enough, Malfoy obeyed; he let go of your airway, causing you to draw in a sharp breath, to tug at your blouse. The buttons burst, exposing your breasts snug in your bra. The buttons rolled off into the distance with a metallic clink.

You, still numb from the orgasm, just let Malfoy’s hands roam over your breasts. Here and there, he gave a few squeezes. You felt him hardening against your back.

Tom Riddle did not give you much of a break before his fingers went in for a second round. One of Malfoy’s hands reached up to your bare neck. His fingers wrapped around your throat. You gulped, suddenly conscientious of your overly vulnerable neck in his strong grip.

“Fuck,” your eyes rolled back at the Dark Lord who added another finger.

“Hey,” Your eyes, however, were forced open by a light slap to your cheek, “Your eyes open.” It was Malfoy’s stern voice.

His grip hardened around your throat, causing you to swallow hard. Your left eye twitched, fighting to gain back your control.

“Look how pretty she is,” you heard Tom Riddle’s jovial voice from somewhere in front of you, “Don’t you think, Draco?”

Through your fluttering eyes, you caught Malfoy’s lips twisting into a sinister smirk. “I do like the view from up here,” he murmured. His eyes flickered up to Tom Riddle. “I think she’s getting there again,” he said nonchalantly, constricting his restraint around your convulsion.

Tom Riddle tutted as he leaned further into you, “This girl just loves to cum, doesn’t she?” His chocolate eyes dashed around the ceiling as if searching for something inside you.

“Fuck,” you spluttered out as your eyes widened at the spot Tom Riddle had managed to find.

“Oh, that’s your spot, is it?” a sardonic voice from the Dark Lord. “Then it should only take you a few more…” he said over your quickening breathing.

Your lips parted, ready to scream out the Dark Lord’s real name. But, Malfoy’s right hand reached up to your mouth, stuffing your mouth with his fingers. Your tongue enveloped his slender fingers, eliciting a restrained moan from the blond.

You moaned loudly into his finger as you came undone, water splashing out of you in a downpour.

You thought you heard the two men laughing in the distance. Your downcast eyes caught sight of the mess you had made on the mahogany office desk. Your lips trembled at the drenched parchments, Tom Riddle’s neat handwriting barely legible with the bleeding ink.

“You just had to get all your half-blood cum onto my documents, did you?” through the ringing in your ears, you thought you heard Tom Riddle chuckle, shaking the water off of his fingers.

But above all, Tom Riddle’s eyes, driven mad with excitement, staring up at you. His eyes hungrily took you in, from your forehead beading with sweat, your hair matted with exhaustion, your breasts exposed and vulnerable, to your cunt, still dripping water.

“Open,” Tom Riddle’s voice was strangely calm despite his dilated irises. His eyes flickered to your mouth for a brief moment.

You obeyed, letting Malfoy’s fingers drop out of you. You opened your mouth wide for the Dark Lord, spreading your tongue out as well.

The Dark Lord’s fingers were slightly longer than Draco Malfoy’s, you noticed, as he plunged his fingers deep into your throat. You gagged helplessly, feeling the drool pool around your mouth, Malfoy’s strong grip holding your head and neck in place for the Dark Lord.

“Clean your filth off of your Lord.” Tom Riddle whispered close to you, obsessively watching you through his eyelashes, as you struggled to swallow him up. So close you could feel his warm, aroused breathing tingling on your skin.

The Dark Lord was taking his time with your throat, feeling it constrict and expand around his fingers. “I’ll have to fuck that throat of yours some time, Y/L/N…” he sunk into the pleasurable dream as he sighed deeply into the sensation.

Your chest was tightening, asking for air. You felt Malfoy’s hand against your stirring throat. Your eyes flickered panickedly between the Dark Lord and the Blond, both eyes boring into you as you gasped silently for air. Unfortunately, both seemed to be enjoying the sight far too much to care about your oxygen level.

His grip tightened around your throat. “Shhh… a bit more…” Malfoy’s hushed voice next to your ear trailed away.

You blinked slowly, willing yourself to stay focused. Your vision was darkening, however. The two men’s beautiful yet indifferent faces, peering down at you. The Black Prince and the White Knight… your mind echoed as you felt yourself drifting into sleep.

You were suddenly brought back awake with the sound of your own lungs taking in the air. You blinked rapidly, noticing your chest heaving for air, small pats on your cheek as Malfoy congratulated you well done.

Tom Riddle, however, was back to business. His fingers, strung to you with your cum and saliva, smeared the drool around your face. His fingers dove back into your cunt.

“Spit,” Tom Riddle commanded, taking his fingers a few centimetres out of you.

You obeyed, aiming for the fingers down below. You watched the drop slowly make its way down your breasts. Noticing that the spit was never going to make it down the bra and the skirt, Tom Riddle sighed, and spat on the fingers himself.

And just like that, the fingers were back hitting that spot again. You snapped your head from left to right, trying to clear the fog. The lewd sound of liquid and rattling desk echoing the room.

“We’ll have to get all that filth out of you,” Tom Riddle reached deeper with a grunt. A blush rose to your cheeks when you realised that he was referring to your water that squirted all over his desk.

You nodded. With the way the men looked at you splashing, it was easy to believe that it was all filth you had up in there, and that indeed, you had to get rid of it.

You managed to wheeze through your clenched teeth, “Malfoy,” his eyes flickered down to you. “Choke me,” you pleaded.

Malfoy snickered. “How easily you turn into a slut,” he murmured and shook his head. He rolled his eyes, but still, he complied, his lazy hand wrapping around your throat. You moaned blissfully. It felt right; a deserving punishment for a slut like yourself, you decided.

Tom Riddle was getting rougher, you noticed. With the new objective in mind, his goal-oriented mind was too focused on draining you. Malfoy lent a hand, literally, by using his spare hand to play with your clit. Your chest heaved up and down again, to which Tom Riddle responded by slapping away at your breasts.

It was becoming all too much, at this point. Your walls clenched painfully around the Dark Lord’s relentless fingers. You clenched your eyes shut, wondering for the first time, when the end will come.

Tom Riddle chuckled darkly at the sight. He must have understood perfectly that you were starting to get drained. “We’re going to show her what a punishment really looks like, Draco,” his eyes glinted dangerously.

You came a lot quicker this time. Malfoy’s hand pushed your head downward, forcing you to watch yourself flood the office desk again as your body shook violently. Your squirt did not know how to stop, shamelessly continuing the streak for a few seconds under the hungry gaze of the two men.

Your walls pulsed, sending vibrations down your legs and up your body through your core. Your poor cunt was reddened and throbbing. Your legs started to involuntarily close at Tom Riddle’s fingers that were inserted again.

Now you were truly beginning to understand how this was a punishment. More cruel and long-lasting than Malfoy’s even. You would have much preferred short bursts of pain to this endless pleasure ride.

“Please–,” you stammered, attempting to twist your body away from his fingers. “No more–...”

Tom Riddle only chuckled in response as he shook his head to your disappointment. “I know you’ve got more in there,” Tom Riddle only reached deeper into you.

His brows were furrowed as he watched his fingers appear and disappear out of your cunt, intent on making your cunt submit to him. Your poor cunt screamed with the watery sound.

You clenched your teeth. You were fairly certain your brain was melting at this point.

“You just won’t stop cumming, will you?” you thought you heard Tom Riddle chuckle dryly in the distance as you clenched around his fingers. “You hungry whore.”

Your eyes shut tight. You think you spluttered some nonsense about begging for forgiveness from the Dark Lord as you came for the fourth time. The water gushed out of you onto the desk again. You crumbled onto the desk, convulsing. Your eyes blinked away at the stars.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Tom Riddle’s hand grasped your hair, pulling it up to face him. His voice was cold. Apathetic. In contrast to your pathetic voice that came out through sobs.

“I’m sorry–,” you sobbed even harder at the disgust that flashed across the Dark Lord’s face. “I’ll never–”

But, you were shut off with Tom Riddle’s fingers, once again stuffed into your throat. Your cum tasted salty and bitter.

“You’re the one who asked for this.” Your eyes flickered in between the stern eyes of Tom Riddle, for the first time, feeling something close to genuine fear in the pit of your stomach. His shaded eyes made for an impression of his irises growing black.

He leaned into you, whispering by your ear. You trembled under the cool feel of his lips grazing against your cheek.

“You are going to take this, correct?”

For once, you did not know how to respond. You were certain that you couldn’t take it anymore. You might break if you push yourself further. But, perhaps, that was what the Dark Lord was aiming for. It certainly wasn’t formatted as a question.

You never gave an answer. But, as you expected, Tom Riddle simply did not care. His fingers retreated, pulling more drool out of you. Once again, you were brought up by Malfoy's arm against his back and the Dark Lord resumed his work on your cunt.

“I’m going to render you senseless, Y/L/N,” Tom Riddle breathed out. Not bothering to look up at the convulsing Y/N as she shook under Malfoy’s play at her clit. “I’ll make sure you won’t feel a thing down there for a good few weeks.”

“You have such a breakable cunt,” he breathed out, ignoring your whinper, “And mind you, I could,” he casually continued, unplugging his fingers briefly to let out the squirt again.

Your glazed-over eyes absent-mindedly stared up at Malfoy, twitching a few times in his strong arms as his hand roamed over your breasts, waist, and hips.

You felt your eyes brimming with tears at the overstimulation. But soon, that too, was taken away from you by the Dark Lord’s rough tongue that grazed it.

“But I think I’ll save that for next time,” he murmured by your ear.

You whined and turned in Malfoy’s arms as your core snapped again within you. You did not even have the energy to form a coherent word this time, some syllables tumbling out of your mouth along with your water, still gushing out of you as strongly as ever between your shaky legs.

“Should we make her clean this, sir?” Malfoy’s voice sounded above you as you numbly registered Tom Riddle daring to add another finger.

“Of course,” Tom Riddle furrowed at the ludicrousness of the sentence. “She’ll lick it clean.”

Malfoy looked around himself at the mess of the office, still continuing the circular motion around your clit. The water had soaked up pretty much everything on the desk, and succeeded in dripping down to the carpet as well. It was a lot of filthy half-blood cum.

“What?” Tom Riddle shrugged. He did not care for his lieutenant’s expression that suggested the impossibility of the task. “It’s hers, isn’t it?”

Tom Riddle slapped away at her clit, urging more to squirt out. You flinched and winced, but it was effective. “You would love her cunt, by the way,” Tom Riddle casually started conversing, daring to add the last finger to your cunt. “She’s probably a virgin, too. I know you love virgins.”

Draco Malfoy pouted at the suggestion, tilting his head against yours. “Right, but… any tainted blood is not my type.”

Tom Riddle merely raised his brows at the hypocritical blond in denial, cocking his chin at the boner that was clearly showing through his trousers.

“What, did I drain you?” the Dark Lord furrowed at a few droplets that squirted out of you this time. Slapping away at the clit, however, did not work this time.

“Looks like she’s fainted.”

“Wake her.”

The Dark Lord’s indifference to the cruel treatment shocked even the blond. “You mentioned the punishment ends with draining her,” Malfoy mumbled, “Sir,” he added hesitantly at the Dark Lord’s piercing gaze that landed on him.

“At this point, I just want to see how far she can take it, really,” Tom Riddle soon returned his focus back onto you. He gave your breasts a few slaps, sending ripples across the small puddle that formed on top of his desk.

Y/N did not wake.

“What a bore,” Tom Riddle let out a huff of exhale, and stood up. With a flick of his wand, he undid the bind on your wrists, letting them fall beside you.

“Leave her,” the Dark Lord commanded at the blond who took out his wand to clean her.

“But, today is Friday, sir,” reluctantly, Malfoy slowly let Y/N slump down on the desk, your face dipping into your own cum.

Tom Riddle grabbed at his own coat and hat on his way out of the office. He flashed a smile at the blond, “Means she’ll have the whole weekend to clean up, doesn’t she.”

And with a quiet thud, the Dark Lord closed the door behind him, leaving you on his office desk with your reddened ass in the air.

A/N: Ah, the Dream Threesome.

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jayceluvsu · 3 months

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Destination

MINORS DNI

Raghhh my first real post !!(srry if its bad lol)

Dom! Alhaitham x fem!Reader smut<3

content warning: public, nicknames, sp4nking, oral, angry sex, sum dirty talk, squ1rting

NSFW UNDER CUT

You and your boyfriend, Alhaitham, were taking a luxury train together studying while listening to music with his headphones. His hand placed between the gap of you two sitting close together on the train while you scroll on your phone. Alhaitham calls out your name trying to grab your attention but your music silenced your surroundings not noticing him. He grows slightly annoyed slowly placing his hand on your thigh gently tracing circular motions for your attention but you wouldn't look back glued to your phone and the blasting music in your headphones. He scoffs before moving the part of the headphone aside as he sits closer his mouth next to your ear in a whisper.

"Y/n. I've been calling you." His demeanor was cold and annoyed by how many times he had to call your name to get your attention. You shook him off looking back at your phone which fueled his irritation. He grabs tightly to your waist sitting closely together his eyes narrowed in frustration taking the headphones away from you setting it aside which now caught your attention.

"What do you want?" You move your head to face him meeting a striking stare in his eyes. He scoffs before gripping tightly on your wrist leading you to the train's bathroom his other hand clenched a bit before slamming the door behind you and him. "I think I wasn't clear enough about you ignoring me. A punishment should keep you obedient..." His hand runs down your back under your clothes harshly stroking it before gripping tightly on your ass while his face remained a cold frown his grip possessive and rough undressing the back of you. Your breath hitches feeling his tight grip as you try not to make a squeak inside the luxury train's bathroom.

"Alhaitham we're in a train you c-cant...Smack!" You feel his hand smack your ass with a sharp pain causing shivers down your spine instinctively bitting your bottom lip to silence your groan. "Exactly. So shut your cute little mouth for me while I punish your ass." He proceeds to spank you deliberately and harshly making red hand marks you then accidentally slip out a groan of pain and pleasure. he smirks at you hearing your small groan his palm slapping your ass even harder than the last one.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet? Does the naughty girl want me to shut her up myself?" He grabs a handful of your hair tightly making you fall on your knees his other unclothing his bottoms. He grins looking down at your head leveled to his throbbing cock as you weakly plea for his mercy "Wait please- I'm sorry- forgive me." He pulls your head closer as you submissively open your mouth wide for him your breath growing unsteady. You were now sucking his thick length worshipping his hips making muffled moans each time he pulled your head closer without any warning.

"What happened to that smart ass act of yours? Does my naughty girl secretly like her mouth getting fucked by my cock? Come on now, use your words." You continue to make muffled noises desperately slurping his cock being laid on your knees for him. He grinds his hips on your mouth thrusting harshly his hand still clenching your hair. "You like sucking on it huh you little whore? Fuck- of course you do." He clenches his teeth in a cold grin seeing you beneath him like this as he grunts pushing even further to your mouth. His body tenses up shutting his eyes squirting puddles of pleasure inside your mouth groaning.

You pull your head away your mouth and cheeks covered in his sticky cum. You get a taste of him licking your lips and whipping the cream off your face putting your clothes back on properly. He wipes off the beads of sweat on his forehead panting. You hear the intercom turn on the train stopped, you have now reached your destination.

#al haitam x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #alhaitham #genshin smut #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x female reader

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sevikasangel · 1 year

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Tetella for your event can we get demon au but reader being a succubus and topping the arcane ladies? Dub-con would be nice but if it makes you uncomfortable ignore it! And congrats for 1k you're my mommy 🥳🥳🥳❤️

𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the ladies face a very sinful, tormenting visit from a naughty succubus who wants nothing but feasting from their pleasure

including: vi, sevika, cassandra, renata glasc, vayne.

— contains: n sfw, f!afab reader, top reader, sub/dom dynamics, bd / sm, praising, degrading, dub-con, overstimulation, use of toys, forced submission.

— a/n: my switch brain going brrrr in this. thank you so much for the request, sweetheart...and since i am your mommy, take your coat outside, or else you'll be cold. tetella...ok, that's super cute.

𝐕𝐈 ♡

vi did expect punishment in prison for being a troublemaker. throwing punches and drowning the face of another detainee in the boiling soup weren’t encouraged behaviors by the guards. she would usually get thrown into solitaire, get roughed up, and be beaten when the shift was harsher. it doesn’t matter. vi could take it. however, what she didn’t expect was to end up in this tormenting predicament.

the mystery surrounding the unknown aisle of the prison was well-known to the inmates. the ones who were sent there for misbehaving returned rather stunned and traumatized. their attitudes were cured. it always seemed as if someone had broken them into mere docile, leashed dogs. surely, they didn't want to return to wherever they were sent. they quivered at the slightest mention of aisle 666.

vi found out in the worst way possible what was truly kept in section 666. it was a high-security underground designed to imprison dangerous supernatural creatures, such as vampires, werewolves, demons of all classes…even this one succubus tormenting her right now.

vi was entirely stripped from clothes, her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her thighs were bent on the knees as ropes secured them spread. it was quite cruel to expect her to beg you to stop pressing the vibrator against her clit with a ball gag in her mouth. she whined and whimpered, trying her best to squirm away from you. she could feel your breasts pressed against her back as your hand abused her soaking hole, the sloppy noises of her wetness filling the room. her eyes were glossy and wide, pupils dilated as she felt another upcoming orgasm growing in her core.

"come on now, sweetie. don't squirm too much, it'll be worse for you. can you feel this delicious vibe on your princess' parts while your new mistress abuses your slutty pussy? your pathetic whimpers are music to my ears. am i making you cum again? awww, poor little girl. gonna make you into my perfect bondage whore. the guards spoil me way too much…they always bring me the best girls!"

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 ♡

sevika was used to cheating whenever she gambled. her eyes were trained to scan the cards on the hand of each opponent. she threatened a waitress or two to peek over the shoulders of men and women who were bound to lose mountains of dirty money to her. with her influence, even if she was caught, nobody would be courageous enough to confront silco's right-hand woman. after all, her reputation of being the queen of zaun didn't appear from nowhere.

however, things didn't go according to plan when sevika attempted to trick a seemingly dumb and defenseless woman. an eye candy like this surely didn't belong there. easy money. easy fucking too. what she didn't expect is that she was messing with a gambling addict succubus that didn't take the loss very well. and cheating...oh, that was unacceptable. the red gleam in your eyes and the way your claws tapped against the wooden table would forever hunt her nightmares. the cold wolf-like grin on your lips was terrifying.

now it was too late for regrets as the same grin faced her. the bar was empty as the few people who were previously drinking felt terrified of the black fog that suddenly engulfed them. sevika was on top of the gambling table, arms chained on each side of her body. she grunted and cussed at the sensation of the cold breeze fanning against her bare wet pussy.

sevika cussed you out and growled as you passed the tip of your sharp-bladed knife around her nipples, teasing them as you watched them become perky. the heel of your free hand rubbed her clit as you used two digits to pump in and out of her, smirking as you felt her tight pussy squeezing your fingers, yearning, begging for more. sevika wanted to disappear whenever a pornographic pleasure moan escaped her. she wouldn't be caught dead admitting it, but she loved being used as your fucktoy.

"ugh, fucking bitch, i said i'll pay you back! do you really have to finger me like some disgusting pervert!? fuck! u-ungh...mmmm...shut the fuck up! i am not en-enjoying-...mmmmph...damn it. fuck. i will kill you when i'm out of here!"

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 ♡

as a counselor, cassandra expects the citizens of piltover to respect her undeniable authority figure. the enforcers ensured the politicians were well-cared for, as no one wanted any scandals surrounding poor security. piltover was a city that breathed reputation and order. they would never allow themselves to be so sloppy. and usually, criminals feared doing anything against piltover’s powerful people. the big fish. they were well aware of what happened to those who stained their honor.

with that clarified. politicians would be careless sometimes. they were used to the feeling of being untouchable. sometimes they didn’t have to be accompanied by an enforcer to intimidate criminals. the invisible threat engulfed and shielded them as if they were in cold war. it was one of those days for cassandra. her day on the council had been quite exhausting. arguing and voting for projects were not what she needed in order to untangle her mind from her homely issues. she was stressed out and drained. and her job didn’t help. yes, it was indeed well-paying and she wouldn’t trade it for anything. she could use some vacations, though.

sighing, cassandra opened the door of her black car and slipped into the driver’s seat. her gloved hands stroked the steering wheel and she cussed under her breath. as soon as she pushed the key in order to activate the engines of her car, a hand came out of seemingly nowhere and pressed a chloroform-drenched rag against her face. she screamed beneath her assaulter’s hand, but it came out muffled. the counselor was caught by surprise, so she didn’t have any reflexes to defend herself. all she could hear were giggles and shushing noises as the world around her became black.

when she woke up, she wasn’t very pleased to be in the backseat of her own car. her hands were bound behind her back and her legs were tied spread, bent on the knees. she had nothing but her elegant, white lace panties on. she couldn’t question anything with her mouth taped shut. her breasts were being abused by the nipple clamps that pinched and tormented her sensitive skin. looking down, she widened her eyes upon seeing the rope between her legs, securing a thick dildo inside her pussy. her eyelids shivered and her thighs trembled as natural, slutty moans escaped her throat. she tried to rub her thighs together, gulping and staring at her driving captor with big, prey eyes. she hated to admit it, but she was so turned on. her mind never consented to this, but her body loved it way too much.

“you woke up, darling. do you like my cock inside of you, hmm? that big, thick rubber cock stretching you out while that rope rubs your clit, make you all nice and wet for me…aww, i know you do. i couldn’t help it when i saw you all alone in that parking lot, honey...i had to take you all for myself. you made me want you so fucking much. nothing is getting in my way, sweetie. i always get what i want, there’s nothing you can do about it…gonna take you to my nest and just feast from you, you’ll be nothing but a whore for me, councilor.”

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐂 ♡

renata’s reputation was being a loyal, generous woman. she had no problems finding new business partners or forming alliances in order to achieve what she wanted. her smooth talk, clever choice of words, and wicked intelligence had gotten her where she is nowadays. ms. glasc was a woman who lived from propaganda. she needed it in order to maintain her image intact. she had to prevent at all costs people from finding out that she was not as loyal as she manipulated them into thinking she was. she would do anything to get even richer. she would do anything in order to get her way. this is how business works. either learn it or be devoured by the suited crocodiles.

you weren’t very happy when you found out renata had scammed you into buying your part of a company for a cheaper price. she promised it was for show and you trusted her words. renata glasc stole from you, but she had all the false evidence to prove otherwise. it was your word against hers, and let’s say she had much more charisma to offer. you phoned her countless times to try a particular meeting so you could give her a second chance into fixing her mistake, but she barely acknowledged you, just ordering her secretary to lie about her current activity status. she was always busy for you. that was until you had enough of her attitude and decided you no longer wanted to be so generous.

renata regretted her choices. she indeed messed with the wrong partner. how could she have guessed that her quietest business partner was in fact a powerful demon? now she found herself on her knees between your legs as you were sitting on her office’s big leather chair. your suit tie was wrapped around her throat as you tugged at the end, using it as a leash to keep renata’s face buried in your pussy. you ordered her to use a vibrator on herself and hump against it like a dog in heat. she begged you not to do this, anything but this. but if you weren’t pleased, you would ruin her. you would tell everyone how renata glasc is a scam and you would use your demonic disgrace to ruin any chance of rebuilding herself. she had no other choice, it pleased you to watch her submissive state as she devoured your pussy like her last meal. her hand that held the vibrating wand shook and she rolled her hips, whimpering and moaning against your heat as she felt another orgasm building up, a third of the night.

“aw, you gonna cry? that’s cute. can take no more, huh? that’s too bad, isn’t it, little puppy? you are a stupid slut, renata. you thought you could just be so naughty to me with no consequences? you bad dog. oh yeah, can’t talk back with my pussy in your mouth. at least, you are good at that. don’t squirm away from your toy, stay still and take your punishment, doggy. hump it. harder. yeah…there you go, that’s it. do as you’re told unless you want everyone to know what a liar you are."

𝐕𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ♡

dealing with demons was nothing new for vayne. the night huntress’ routine was tracking and hunting those who had fallen into darkness. her crossbow had ceased many more unholy lives than she could possibly count. actually, she stopped counting on the hundredth. and that was over a decade ago. shauna vayne knew what she was doing. she dealt with viego himself and his army of ruined souls, there wasn’t much she couldn’t fight. hence why she wasn’t fearful at all of a succubus she had caged behind iron bars. she knew iron was a weakness of succubus. you weren’t dead yet because she needed more information from you. she had to find a local nest of more dangerous demons. you were nothing but a low class for her.

vayne could fight and defeat her opponents. but her arrogance was something that happened to shoot her in the foot. she was so sloppy for leaving the key of the cage in your reach to pick up one of her torture weapons of choice. usually, she was wary and careful around the disgusting creatures, she knew what they were capable of. her years as a huntress created a false sense of safety where she thought not all demons deserved so much apprehension and care on her part. but silly little humans should know their place. the weakest of the demons was better than the strongest of the men.

this is how she found herself tied in the middle of her torture room. you escaped your cage with ease and tackled vayne, attacking her and easily overpowering the unprepared huntress. you chained her arms to the ceiling, stretching them as her whole nude body was displayed to your red, burning eyes. she hissed and bit her bottom lip out of rage as your hands groped her big breasts so shamelessly, feeling them up, tugging the nipples with the tips of your fingers. your snake-like tongue licked stripes on the crook of her neck and your hot breath fanned against her sensitive skin. a shocked moan was blurted when you took one of your hands to her core, digits having no problem in finding her clit and rubbing it so deliciously. vayne gulped and curled her toes, sucking in a breath as her body betrayed her. she had never felt so horny in her life. this pleasure was overwhelming. it got so much worse when you pushed two fingers into her soaked cunt and fucked her rough and fast like it was nothing, pumping in and out of her tight pussy as her body welcomed all the pleasure you were giving her. her face burned in embarrassment. this was wrong.

“stop lying, i can see how much you love this. you can cuss me out as much as you want, pet. your body doesn’t lie. can you hear this? this is how a slut’s wet cunt should sound like being abused by a demon. is this all you wanted all this time, shaune? getting fucked and reduced into the pathetic fucktoy you are? if you keep struggling like that i’ll just have to spank you harder, tie you up tighter…is that what you want? i love watching you squirm, you were only making me more pleased and making it harder for yourself. look down…look, shauna…look at my fingers disappearing inside your pussy…you like being my slut, huh? i don’t care if you like it or not.”

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#wlw #lesbian #arcane #arcane x reader #league of legends #league of legends x reader #arcane headcanons #arcane netflix #arcane vi #vi x reader #sevika x reader #cassandra kiramman x reader #renata glasc x reader #vayne x reader #shauna vayne x reader

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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i literally cannot stop thinking about casual ddlg with cassian, like my brain stopped working. He would be the perfect daddy🥲 i love how you mentioned he was the general in this and won’t tolerate attitude, bc I see many drabbles/HC/fics of him being almost childish/too whiny. Like that’s the lord of bloodshed THE GENERALLL

in that light👀 i was wondering if i could please request another part with him punishing reader for being too bratty/ having an attitude/ breaking on of his rules. like i imagine they have a set of rules for the relationship to work. And reader gets jealous when she sees cass talking to another woman so she breakes a lot of rules and doesn’t give a shit. Maybe she went and smoked weed with her friends, drank a lot despite the limit she has for herself, danced with other men, flirted with them👀 cassian would def disciplin her for this🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

please i literally will pay you for this PLEASE😩🙏😩

Take Your Punishment (SMUT)

Cassian x reader

A/n: god I love daddy Cass 😍

Warnings: ddlg, spanking, cock warming

Cassian was at his limit with your bratty attitude today. The only answer you were giving him today was no. At first he thought you were just not in the mood for your dynamic. You knew that Cassian would be ok with that. He always wanted you to be honest with him, that’s one of his rules.

He quickly realized that wasn’t the case when he saw the slightest hint of a smirk on your lips. At that, Cassian stopped being so nice.

Later that afternoon Cassian called you into his office. When you entered you had an innocent look plastered on your face. “Yes, Cassie?” Your smile told him you were trying to get out of whatever punishment was brewing in that calculating brain of his.

“Come here, baby.” He made a come hither motion with his fingers as you started making your way to his side of the desk. He held his large hands out for your smaller ones. Cassian immediately gripped your hands, pulling them closer to his chest.

He placed small, gentle kisses across your fingers and the back of your hands. His head raised slowly, his pupils blown wide with lust already. “Your attitude today hasn’t been the best baby.” His soft tone a stark contrast to what those words promised.

Your innocent look fell from your face, replaced by regret with your head dropping. “I’m sorry daddy.” Cassian hummed in thought. “I don’t think you are baby. I think your sorry I caught on. I saw that little smirk in the kitchen. You knew exactly what you were doing to daddy, huh.”

Fuck, You thought. You were screwed. You knew you shouldn’t have pushed him today.

“Yes daddy.” You said meeting his molten gaze. Your were starting to feel your wetness pool between your thighs. Between that stare and his husky voice you couldn’t help yourself. Cassian’s nostrils flared at the scent of your arousal hitting the air.

“Bend over the desk baby.” Cassian dropped your hands, watching you with hawk like eyes. You rested your forearms on the desk, sticking your ass out for Cassian. He pulled your dress up over your hips, revealing your bare ass.

A deep growl sounds from his chest as he kneeds both cheeks with his rough, calloused hands. “Such a naughty girl.” Without warning Cassian lands a harsh slap on your ass making you cry out. “How many do you think you deserve baby?”

You couldn’t think. Your stinging skin the only thing on your mind. Stuttering for a moment you finally give Cassian a number. He lets out a dark laugh. “I don’t think so baby. I think thirty is an appropriate number don’t you?” He teases.

You whine out, “But daddy,” Cassian cuts you off, fisting your hair and pulling you up to his chest. “Don’t make it worse for yourself.” He lightly kisses your temple before putting you back down on his desk.

After counting out thirty spanks your ass was practically numb. You could feel how red your skin is along with Cassian’s lasting hand prints. Tears streamed down your reddened cheeks as you collected yourself.

Cassian sat back down in his leather chair, pulling you to straddle him. You’re still whimpering as he strokes your hair shushing you. “Good girl, baby.” You melted into his strong chest.

He slightly lifted you off of him with one arm, and unlaced his pants with the other. Cassian pulled his hard length free from his pants as you looked down at him. His head was already leaking precum and looked looked painfully hard.

“Lift your dress f’me sweets.” Bunching up the skirt of your dress Cassian slowly brings you back down, lining himself up with your entrance. “You ok?” He checks in, searching your face for any sign of wanting to stop. “Uh-huh.” You mumble out.

Attaching his lips to yours Cassian brings you down to fully sheath himself inside you. You moan into the kiss as you adjust to his size. It’s been decades and you don’t think you’ll ever be used to him.

You lazily wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, burying your face in his neck. “You’re going to sit here until I’m done with work ok baby. If your good and sit still, I might let you ride me later.” “Thank you daddy.” Cassian kisses the side of your head, “Such a good girl.”

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amaretigris · 6 months

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Could you please do a part 2 to Sexting with Jonah Hauer-King if want to do a part 2 to it that is. Whether you do it or not, I’m fine with it either way with whatever you choose to do.

Hi lovely!!! Thank you sooo much for this request. I'm so sorry it took me a few days to get back to you; I've been swamped with work. Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy! ☺️🫶💖💖

Sexting Part 2

WARNING: EXPLICIT | 1k words

The sun is setting and the orange hues bounce off the puddles on the streets by the time he gets off of work. Jonah pays them no mind as he races to get home to you. It had been an excruciatingly long workday since your little video. Jonah had to center and refocus more times than he'd like to admit. He was a professional, after all. But he couldn't quiet the thoughts or images bouncing around in his head. He jumped up and down and shook his legs out to try to rid himself of his chub in between takes.

He was determined to make you understand what you did to him today. You'd plagued his mind and almost affected his work. You could be so naughty, but, truthfully, Jonah didn't mind as long as you were doing it for him. Bracing himself for a sharp turn, Jonah knew he should slow down, but his need was almost frantic at this point. Finally pulling up outside your building, Jonah could barely park the car before he was hopping out. He sprinted through the doors and to the elevator, glancing at the watch on his wrist as if he were actually reading the numbers.

Bursting through the door of your shared apartment, Jonah kicked the door shut and tossed his keys on the counter. His eyes scanned for you as he walked briskly through the living room. He finally spotted you through the bedroom doorway. Coming to a stop, he couldn't help but huff a breath. After all that teasing and foreplay, here you were laying innocently on your stomach on the bed, reading a book. His eyes hungrily roved over your form. You were wearing a loose t shirt, but his grey sweatpants covering your legs caught his eye.

Before you even acknowledged him, he closed the space between the two of you. Grabbing your book from your hand and tossing it on the table, Jonah roughly flipped you on your back. You let out a small shriek but smirked as he started stripping his clothes off. You bit your lip as your eyes greedily took all of him in. Catching your eye, Jonah tsked at you before his hands found your hips and he was ripping those sweatpants down. He gasped when he saw that you decided to forgo any underwear. His desperate eyes met yours before his lips crashed into you, setting a bruising pace.

Your shirt was still on, but the two of you didn't seem to notice. Pulling your thigh up, Jonah rocked his hips against you, letting you feel his growing need. It made you moan with want.

"You feel this, (Y/n)? You did this to me."

He spoke in between kisses.

"You're such a naughty girl. Trying to distract me at work. Should I punish you?"

You quickly nodded. "Yes, Jonah, please."

Jonah broke the kiss to grab your hips and flip you back on your stomach before he whispered in your ear.

"Be a good girl and get on your knees for me, (Y/n)."

Doing as you were told, you felt Jonah settle his knees on the bed behind you and line himself up. He rubbed your ass cheeks gently, as if admiring them, before he raised a hand up and connected it with your flesh. The stinging sensation made you quickly suck in a breath. Jonah rubbed the red area soothingly, before repeating this motion. He didn't worry about being too rough with you. He was seasoned with you and knew exactly how hard you liked it.

"Are you going to keep teasing me at work, (Y/n)?"

Jonah looked to the back of your head for an answer. You nodded and Jonah cracked a smile. Of course you were.

Smacking your other ass cheek, Jonah smirked as he rubbed his palm against your skin.

"That's the wrong answer, love. I'll ask again. Are you going to keep being bad and distracting me at work?"

He watched for a reaction as you turned your head to the side. You met his eyes and he could tell that you were trying your hardest to bat your eyelashes.

"But Jonah, I get so lonely without you. I was just having some fun." You poked out your bottom lip for dramatic effect.

Jonah couldn't help but chuckle. He could never stay mad at you. Still kneading your ass, he let out a sigh of defeat.

"Alright, alright. I want you to be happy, my pearl. Maybe just give me a warning next time?"

He watched your expression as you looked upwards in contemplation, and eventually nodded your agreement.

"Hmm. Good then. I still owe you for today though. I hope you're ready," Jonah said cheekily before he pushed himself in your entrance with no warning.

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as Jonah quickly bottomed out inside of you. He pulled himself out and slammed back in again, over and over. You threw your face into the pillow to muffle your screams. The only noises in the room were the squelching of your juices and his grunts as you clung to the pillow for dear life.

Jonah had set a brutal pace and you couldn't keep up. Relaxing your body and letting him take over was more than okay with you. You soon found yourself climbing to your peak. You shakily sat back up on your elbows and urged Jonah to hit that special spot he knew so well by pushing your ass harder against him. It was all the encouragement Jonah needed. Aiming his efforts at your special spot, he quickly had you unraveling in front of him.

Feeling your pussy tighten and squeeze around him sent him falling over the edge, too. You felt his hips sputter as he shot hot ropes of cum inside you. Jonah let you plop down on the bed first before he joined you. Wrapping you in his arms and snuggling into your neck, Jonah let out a relaxed sigh.

"On second thought, you can tease me anytime you like, (Y/n)."

#jonah hauer king #jonah hauer king x reader #jonah hauer king x y/n #jonah hauer king smut #jonah hauer king imagine #my stuff #answered

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insomniacaesthetic · 2 years

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narcissa treating us like we’re helpless is the best thing ever??!

like just imagine she’s punishing us for being bratty and so she has her trying to get ourselves off but obviously because “we’re too little” we can’t do it and she just watches us struggle and it’s just so so hot istg 😫

a/n: Narcissa USING THAT CONDESCENDING TONE WILL BE MY WEAKNESS 🧎‍♀️

Reminder my requests for drabbles/headcanons for (mostly)Narcissa and Sev are open!! Just send them to my asks 😁

Warnings: NSFW 18+, female reader, dom cissa, degradation,

I imagine she would’ve caught you trying to touch yourself without her explicit permission. Right after she told you to be patient as she had some work to finish up and then she would take care of you. Instead you decided to be bratty and take care of it yourself.

So there she found you all spread out on your shared bed, trying to touch yourself the same way she did. But your fingers weren’t as skilled and you couldn’t reach the same spots that she could. She sat watching you in the doorway struggling to finish with a smirk plastered on her red tinted lips.

When you finally looked up and made eye contact with her a series of whimpers left you, which only made her smirk grow. “You having trouble there little one?”

Feeling too needy to speak, you nodded your head eagerly. Hoping she would feel sorry for you and come use her lovely fingers or even her sinful tongue on your aching cunt.

Normally you would’ve immediately stopped your ministrations when caught breaking a rule, but Merlin she looked so good. Her two-toned hair draping over her exposed shoulders and the silk camisole she wore to bed clinging tightly to her curves. Perfectly showing off the tops of her breasts.

“Keep going for me darling. Try your hardest to come for me, yes?”

And try you did, but despite your best efforts it was all in vain. It was like a scratch you couldn’t quite reach. Your frustrated moans finally pulled her from the doorway and she joined you on the bed. She cooed lightly and cupped your cheek. “Do you need help baby?” She used that condescending tone that always made your knees weak.

Your exaggerated nods made her chuckle as she trailed open mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbones. “Course you do. You’re too little to do it all by yourself.” Her hands slid down the curves of your body. Pushing you down into the mattress as her lips and tongue mapped your body.

When she reached your aching center, her fingers ghosted over your clit. Before you had a chance to lift your hips and grind against her, she pulled away. “However, naughty girls don’t get what they want.”

#narcissa malfoy #narcissa black #Narcissa #Malfoy #harry potter reader insert #Narcissa Malfoy x reader #Narcissa smut #narcissa x reader #wlw #narcissa black x reader #Cissa

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illfoandillfie · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 25: Punishment

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader x Roger Taylor

Words: 1,359

Warnings: threesome, dom!roger, sub!ben and sub!reader, hand job, spanking, cheek slapping, edging, punishment obviously, strap on, anal sex, oral sex (m receiving, reference to f receiving), reference to biting and nipple play, facial, cum eating

A/N: this is something of a sequel/follow up to a blurb from my 2020 advent calendar. It was inspired by a request i got aagggesss ago for a followup so hopefully whoever requested that is still around and sees it lmao.

You were giggling into Ben’s neck, hand wrapped around his cock, when Roger found you. You both looked up at the sound of his footsteps outside the bedroom, Ben jolting like he’d been caught. You just smiled at Roger, still stroking Ben off. “Hi Sir, wanna join?” Roger shook his head, leaning in the doorway, “I’m happy to just watch, love.” Ben’s breathing suddenly got faster, his eyes darting from Roger to your hand and back to Roger again, but you assumed it was just because he was turned on. At least until Roger spoke again. “Y/N, love, did Ben tell you?” “Tell me what?” You let your hand still, leaning back to see Ben more clearly. “That I put him on no touch.” “Shit.” Ben said, grinning guiltily, “I thought I’d get away with it.” You let go of Ben’s dick liked you’d been burnt, “I promise I didn’t know Sir.” “I believe you,” Roger finally entered the room, walking over to give you a soft kiss before he turned to Ben, hooking his finger through the loop on Ben’s collar. “But, Benny, if you’re gonna sneak orgasms we should make sure they’re extra good.” Ben whimpered. “He’s a bit of a slut, isn’t he princess. And very mean to try to trick you. If I’d walking in any later I might have had to punish you too for being an accomplice to his disobedience. So I think it’s only fair you get to help me teach him a lesson. Would you like that?” You nodded, eager to prove you were good and didn’t know you were breaking Roger’s rules, and a little hopeful that you’d get an orgasm out of the whole thing, “Yes please Sir.” Roger gave Ben’s cheek a small slap and then let him go with an order to get on his hands and knees, as he opened the bedside draw and pulled out a bottle of lube. “Here you go princess, why don’t you get him ready. Some on your fingers and some on the slut’s arsehole. Good girl.” Roger instructed you on fingering Ben – how to position your hand, when to add an extra finger, when to use more lube. And while you were, Roger resumed the handjob you’d started, edging Ben expertly as he cooed about making the orgasm so good. Ben could only whine and whimper, trying to apologise though he knew Roger wasn’t the type to just let it go.

When Roger had decide Ben was ready he handed you some wet wipes to clean your hand and told you to go and get your strap on while he had a word with Ben. The strap was something he’d bought after Ben had joined the relationship and had admitted to fantasising about being pegged, and it had been instrumental in a few fun nights. As you adjusted the harness, you couldn’t help but watch Roger and Ben. Roger was being careful to keep his voice low so you couldn’t really hear what he was saying but Ben looked suitably subdued and apologetic. That didn’t stop Roger from laying a sudden hard spank on Ben’s arse, loud enough to make you jolt and hurry to return to them. “I’m sorry Sir,” Ben whimpered, screwing his eyes shut as Roger lined up for a second spank. “As you should be.” Was all the reply Roger gave before his palm came down again, “You’re ready Y/N?” You swallowed and said yes quickly, not wanting to end up on the naughty list with Ben. “Hear that Benny? She’s all ready to fuck you. Why don’t you give her cock a kiss before she does.” Ben nodded and scrambled forward on his knees to press his lips to the tip of the dildo. “At least you can follow some instructions.” Roger beckoned you around to Ben’s backside, giving you a soft kiss to reassure you that Ben was the only one in trouble. He double checked you were ready and then said, “Alright princess, give the slut your cock.” You nodded and reached for the lube to slick the dildo with, squirting a little extra on Ben. Roger watched closely as you eased the tip of the cock into Ben’s arsehole, your movements slow but deliberate as you penetrated him. It wasn’t your first time doing so but it was something you were still relatively new at. Consequently, you didn’t want to rush. Roger had other ideas though. He knelt behind you, pressing his lips to your neck as he grabbed your hips. “You’re not doing it right princess. Ben’s an anal slut remember, he can take so much more.” He pushed your hips forward, forcing you deeper into Ben.

Roger kept a firm grip on you, pushing and pulling to show you how to fuck Ben. When he was satisfied with the pace and that you could maintain it on your own, he let you go, moving around so he could grab Ben’s weeping cock and edge him at the same time. Every so often you were instructed to spank Ben or to bite his shoulders, to tease his nipples, to fuck him harder or stop altogether when he was too close. Ben moaned and whined. He babbled out apologies to Roger and begged to cum, promising to behave. But Roger wouldn’t let him go so easy. He made sure Ben was crying from desperation before he stopped the edging and stood up. You kept pounding into Ben, waiting for Roger’s instruction as you watched him get up and undo his fly, pulling his own hard cock out of his pants. Ben must have been watching too because he opened his mouth, letting his tongue hang out. Roger leant forward to slap Ben’s cheek, “you don’t deserve it slut. You’d enjoy it too much. This is for Y/N.” You stopped fucking Ben, smiling with pride as Roger brushed his knuckles down your cheek and called you his good girl. “You want Sir’s cock?” “Yes please, Sir” Roger guided you down onto his shaft, his hand resting on your head though he let you take your time. You felt a little bad for Ben who had to kneel there, arse full of cock, getting nothing, while he listened to the wet sounds of you blowing Roger. But it was hard to feel too bad for him when you remembered he could have got you into trouble too.

Roger let you go until he was close and then stopped you, apologising. “Feels so good princess, but I have to make sure Ben gets properly punished.” You pouted at little when you realised you weren’t going to get his cum but you knew better than to argue. Instead you watched, jealously as Roger stood before Ben, stroking his dick until he grunted and came over Ben’s face. You would have thought it was a bad punishment except that Roger called you over to lick Ben clean, letting you have all the cum and Ben have none. You pulled out of Ben and eagerly followed Roger’s instruction, dragging your tongue along Ben’s cheeks and lips, scooping it up with your fingers and sucking them clean, until you’d swallowed every drop. While you were distracted with your task, Roger had removed the stap from around you, setting it aside as he chuckled about how much of a cum whore you were. “Thank you Sir!” you said, making sure you’d got all of it off your fingers. “You’re very welcome, princess. But Ben’s going to apologise to you now. He was wrong not to tell you he was on no touch and he could have got you in a lot of trouble. So he needs to make it right. And he’s going to do that by eating you out.” “I will Y/N, I promise.” Ben said, still teary. “Mmhmm. He’s going to give you two big orgasms. If he doesn’t then he’ll be on no touch for a week and I’ll edge him for a week more.” “No, please Sir, please I’m sorry.” “I know you are, you’ve already apologised to me. Now apologise to Y/N. Spread her legs.”

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5sosunited101 · 1 year

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Naughty Girls Go To Hell

I’m really really passionate about writing dirty fanfics and this one happens to be inspired by the gif below. I totally get disappointed or displeased vibes.

“WHAT THE HELL Y/N?, I THOUGHT WE TALKED ABOUT HOW I DON’T LIKE YOU TOUCHING WHAT’S MINE AND YOUR BODY IS MINE.” Michael Yelled at me.

“But you were busy in your man cave dungeon studio, I don’t know what you call you stupid room, and I didn’t want to bother you.” I tried as a lame excuse

“Y/N, YOU KNOW THAT’S ANSWER ISN’T GOING TO FLY WITH ME. YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU NEEDED ME YOU CAN ALWAYS COME GET ME. AND WHAT MORE CORRECTLY PISSES ME OFF IS THE FACT BOTH CALUM AND LUKE CAUGHT YOU MASTERBAITING, IN THE LIVING ROOM NO LESS. I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU THINK YOU WOULDN’T GET CAUGHT.” Michael continue mad as fuck.

unsure of how to answer you said the first thing that came to mind, “I’m sorry, Michael. I really am sorry.”

“NO, YOUR NOT GETTING OFF THE HOOK THAT EASY. YOU’LL BE SORRY WHEN I’M DONE WITH YOU. AND IT ISN’T MICHAEL ANYMORE IT EITHER SIR OR MASTER TO YOU, LITTLE CUNT. Michael violently ripped the blanket off me leaving me stark naked before him then grabbing a handful of my hair pulling me off the couch dragging me up to the bedroom where he threw me hard against the bed face down. “STAY” I heard him yell from behind me as I assumed he when looking for restraints and whatever implements he planned on using.

it was several minutes before he returned chucking load of stuff onto the bed including a couple mental poles oddly close to your head. You hear sounds of things being shuffled around on the bed then you hear Michael’s voice but you told miss what he said until he repeats, “GIVE ME YOUR LEFT ARM. DON’T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF AGAIN.” quickly I comply feeling a mixture of leather and mental clamped around my wrist then you hear a clunk in front of your face as Michael walks around to clamp your other wrist which he does after commanding you to hand it to him. You soon find that you can’t put your arms into a comfortable position so while Michael seems to be fiddling with something that sounds like rope you take a quick glance at what is holding my arm apart. I’m surprised to see one of the mental bar which I believe is called a spreader there. Michael’s voice rings in my ear, “Hey, I’m going to tie this bar to the headboard real quick then we’ll work on you legs.”

Before I knew it he was already moving down the bed to work on clamping my ankles. “K, your left leg and now your rig—HEY” I decided to be a little brat and not comply trying to kick Michael. But all it got me was hefty slap to the inside of my thigh. And being stronger than me finally with lot of grief got y last ankle locked in. “There, this is definitely a beautiful sight. All tied up a good ass fücking which what your getting.” I could definitely feel Michael just taking in the sight of my naked and tied up body just on display for whatever evils might be in store for me.

I feel the weight of the bed shift telling me that Michael left me but before I could worry he was back. “Tonight punishment is going to be intense. Your getting spanked then dry ass fücked. No pleasure for you since you seem to got that earlier.” He showed me a little crop tool, “see this?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl, this going to be your ass destroyer tonight, well technically I be spanking you everywhere. And this,” he hand me a little homemade dice box that contain a D20. “Is for how many spanks you’re getting each time.”

^^^the dice box^^^^

“Where to get started? Where indeed, mmmm?” He paced back and forth behind me. ………writing will be continuing but I have no more energy left for today………

#michael clifford smut #5secondsofsummer #5sos smut #5 seconds of summer smut #michael clifford #ashton irwin smut #luke hemmings smut #michael imagine

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pankowperfection · 2 years

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Sky High Thrills

Summary: you’re on the plane to visit Rudy but he can’t wait to see you so starts sending sexy messages

Warnings: sexting, nude photos, dirty language, semi public masturbation, 18+

A/N: quick little note while I’m in the sky heading back to Charleston, hope you like it!

Your work was keeping you busy, unable to visit Rudy while he was in Charleston filming for a few weeks. The two of you regularly had phone sex, unable to contain yourselves while you were apart. You had just boarded your flight to Charleston, finally able to get away for a week when a text from Rudy came through.

Can’t wait to see you sweetheart

You smiled to yourself, thinking he was being sweet. You replied quickly,

I can’t wait to see you either baby

Immediately a photo message pops through. You open it without a second thought, shocked when you see Rudy’s bare, hard cock fisted in his hand, tip angry and leaking precum. You quickly glance around, hoping no one saw but luckily the seats around you are empty. You instantly grow wet at the sight, clit aching with need.

Seriously Ru? Anyone could have seen that!

Shh don’t worry, I bought the seats around you. Flight attendant should be bringing a blanket too ;)

Almost on que the flight attendant arrives, smiling as she hands you the blanket and tells you to have a safe flight. You decide to play along, too horny to care about getting caught.

Mmm baby, my panties are soaked. Wish your fingers were teasing my clit instead of mine. You snap a pic under the blanket of your panties pulled to the side, fingers teasing your wet pussy.

Fuck y/n, if you were here I’d have my tongue buried inside you, sliding up to suck on your clit while I pump my fingers in and out. He sends a video next, stroking up and down his length at a fast pace as you can hear him breathing deeply in the background, heavenly moans falling from his lips.

God you’re so hot, wanna cum all over your face baby. Wish your hands were wrapped around my thighs, holding them open as your devour me. I’d tangle my hands in your hair, pulling on it hard just like you like. You send him a video of your fingers pumping in and out of your entrance, thumb circling your clit as you bite your lip to hold back your moans.

He replies a few moments later with another video. He’s stroking himself hard, your name spilling from his lips as he cums all over his hand, some of it spilling onto his abs. God damn baby, can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.

Seeing him come undone pushes you over the edge. You managed to take a video of your face as you cum, eyes screwed shut and head thrown back in a silent scream. He loves seeing your face when you finish so you know he’ll enjoy it. You try to calm your racing heart, somehow impossibly more turned on that you just masturbated in public. His thoughts seem to mirror yours as another text comes through.

My naughty girl, pleasuring yourself in public. I’m gonna have to punish you later 😈

You grin, loving when he gets rough. Bring it on baby.

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gloutena · 11 months

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Cupid is so dumb! || R.Haitani

You and Ran challenge each other, whoever falls in love first is the looser. Both of you hate loosing so even though you aren't betting anything, it's gonna be hard to say you lost, so of course you say yes. doesn't hurt to take on a challenge, right?

Inspired by Cupid - Fifty fifty

Not gonna use pronouns but reader has breasts.

Warnings: Cursing, a little smut idk??

ART NOT BY ME CREDITS TO OWNER

This is only part one. Make sure to give request!

(Zaddy? Sorry, Zaddy?)

Your POV:

"Miss L/N! Uhm.. Boss wants to talk to you.". "Oh? I already did what i always do, what could be the problem now?" I smile at my assistant as we walk towards my boss, Yuko Horoshi's office. I researched that the name 'Yuko' stands for 'helpful child', he is helpful and he really depends on me so I can't let him nor my guard down.

Once we get to the door I do my 'special' knock, *Knock, knock, knock,knock,knock,knock,knock,knock,knock,knock,knock*. Yes, it's the peppa pig intro. "Come in.", I open the door and walk toward my boss. "Hey Yuko, heard you called me- Oh? What's with the special guests?", "That's what i called you for, Bonten. The biggest gang organization".

I turn to the gang, i have to admit, they are handsome. "Why hello there, my names Ran, Ran Haitani", the man with short lavender and black hair grabs my hand and kisses it while smirking at me. "Stop being a fucking creep you weirdo". Another man with pink bubblegum hair gives Ran a disgusted look at the man.

"Oh i don't mind", it was quite lovely.". I bend down where my mouth is near Ran's ear, "In fact, it was so lovely i would like to do something more than that." I stand back up and walk behind Yuko's chair holding onto the back of it.

"You're teasing me? How naughty, sorry though". I'm caught by surprise when he says that, "It's gonna take more than that to get me hard.". "That's enough unnecessary talk, i'm Y/N L/N . But please, call me Y/N", I give them all a closed eyed smile and we continue the meeting.

After the meeting I lead Bonten out of the building giving them the best service i can. Manjiro orders Sanzu to call their men to pick them up, they walk out after 5 minutes but one decides not to leave just yet.

"Hey, you thought I forgot?". I turn around to see who's the owner of that voice when i'm suddenly pushing and pinned to the wall, I look up to the slender figure to see Ran Haitani. "You've been a naughty girl and haven't been punished".

Ran puts his leg in between my thighs right where my cunt is as he moves his right hand down to my waist, he puts his leg down and moves his hand to my thighs and pulls it up to his waist. "W-wait Haitani, you're supposed to be leaving." "Oh? You fell for me, what a shame. I wanted this little game to last longer".

The lavender haired man puts his mouth to my ear and repeats my words i said earlier. "Remember, it was quite lovely. You said you wanted to do something more, yeah?", I smirk on how he remembered that and decide to play along with his little game. I flip myself causing Ran to be the victim on the wall.

I grab him by his tie and kiss his neck to make things more interesting and entertaining. "Oh, have the tables turned?", I look up at the Haitani and he's blushing with a smug face on. He flips us again so now i'm back at the wall, he lifts my chin up and kisses me on my lips spreading them apart so his tongue can touch mine. He breaks the kiss and turns to walk away.

Before he does he looks at me and says his final words before disappearing. "you just got rizzed".

(HE'S SUCH A CUTIE PIE I CAN'T)

I'M SORRY IF THIS STORY IS ABSOLUTELY TRASH IT'S MY FIRST STORY

YOU GUYS PLEASE TELL ME IF I'M DOING SOMETHING WRONG TY FOR READING THOUGH!!

I WILL POST MORE PARTS TO THIS STORY!! FOR NOW BYE BYE <3

(WC: 663 Including this)

#ran haitani #ran x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #bonten #Gloutena #Uzxsy_

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elenavampire21 · 5 months

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Warnings: very very descriptive of sexual activity and a very cheeky and naughty tom

Summary: your are Tom next door neighbour and one day you decide to see how far you can tease him. Later on you receive punishment for it

@worldofheroes @love2write2626 @helloitstsyu @elenavampire21

Naughty Neighbour Next Door

It was an extremely hot and sunny day you’d decided to workout at home in your massive backyard. You were wearing very short workout shorts and a yoga bra that made your tits jiggle.

Tom had just finished his long meeting and walked past the window and he’s eyes caught your toned slim body and he groans as he felt his cock begin to harden.

You where doing your warm up stretches and you turned so you would be facing Tom’s house and smirked seeing him at the window you seductively put a finger into your mouth and sucked it knowing it would drive Tom wild.

Tom smirked and headed downstairs to make some fresh coffee when his doorbell goes off he gradually walked and opened the front door to see your mum standing.

“Y/m/n it’s lovely to see you again I’ve been meaning to come over and chat I missed our usual dinner parties.”

Your mum smiled “well Tom you are in luck because y/n suggests we have a bbq and thought you’d probably want to join us be just like old times except y/n’s a teenager now she doesn’t have to go to bed early why don’t you come round now we where about to have coffee and listen to music please come y/n’s missed you”.

Tom heard the click of his kettle he reached over and grabbed his door keys and walked out locking his house. “You know what y/m/n I’ve missed our weekly parties and we all ways had a great laugh and it’s cute that y/n’s missed me and glad she doesn’t have to go to bed now that she’s a teenager.”

Your dad was outside setting up the bbq looking out food and sipping on a beer, you’d changed into a bikini swimsuit and was pottering about the kitchen getting nibbles and dips out and onto the outdoor table hearing the front door being opened you walked inside and saw your mom but your face lite up when Tom was standing there you automatically went to greet him with a hug and whispered “did you enjoy today’s little show, I want you later.” You pulled back smiling.

Tom awkwardly cleared his throat then gentle pulled you back almost hugging you from behind and he whispered “don’t worry baby we’ll make an excuse Your definitely getting punished for this morning you’ll get the best fuck you ever had.” He sneakily tapped your ass then headed out to catch up with your dad.

Once Tom headed out and grabbed a beer and was making conversation with your father. You’d help you mum bring cutlery and drinks outside. Then you’d all sit together and chat about what’s Tom’s next movie plan and he’d ask if you’d got any holidays planned because he was inviting you all to his private beach house.

Later on after you’d all eaten and had moved to sit round the fire pit you’d moved your chair nearer Tom’s you where shivering a little so Tom took off his jacket and placed it round you.

Your mum and dad had gone inside to get coffee and cakes and sweet desserts. You turned and looked at Tom and gently laid her head onto his shoulder and whispered “Tom I really really love you and desperately wanna kiss you”.

Tom placed an arm round you and whispered. “ I seriously wanna kiss you and i love you too but we have to be careful what if your parents find out listen once they go to bed sneak round to mine.”

Both your walked out and your mum noticed you’re leaning on Tom and his jacket draped round you. “Darling are you feeling okay”.

Before you could answer Tom jumped in “y/m/n she’s perfectly fine just caught her shivering and gave her my jacket can’t have our favourite girl shivering”. He looks at you and smirks

Your parents hands you all mugs off coffee and cakes Your slowly warming up after finishing your coffee and cake you sneakily slip your hand into Tom’s spare hand.

Your parents decide it’s cold “ooh come on In because it’s getting cold and we can continue our chat and Tom your more then welcome to stay the night I know you live right next door in case you’re to tired to walk.”

You and Tom stand up and grabs cups and plates to help tidy up your parents are inside and both smirk and begins washing up your dad whispers. “They obviously don’t realise we know they’ve each got feelings I mean Tom giving y/n his jacket now if that’s not love then I must be wrong.”

Your mum laughs and hand your dad a plate to dry “don’t tell them we know see how long before either one cracks and admits, I bet it’s Tom”. Your dad shakes his head “nah it’ll definitely be y/n.” Once all the dishes are done you all head into the living room.

You take Tom’s jacket off and sits next to him kicking off your shoes you curl up and automatically forgetting you’re supposed to hide your feelings snuggle into him and he gently pulls you into him.

Both your parents look at each other then look at you and Tom your dad jokingly clears his throat making the pair of you jump and pretend you weren’t just cuddling.

Your mum burst out laughing “y/d/n that was not very nice to scare the pair of them Tom y/n is there something to say”.

You and Tom looks innocent “no mum don’t think we do right Tom” you turn to face Tom and blushes and your both feeling panicked and thinking *oh shit they actually know about us*

It’s getting really late and everyone’s headed off to bed. You sneakily change in to a rather seductive lingerie and grabs your coat and slips it on quietly opening the back door and heads straight to Tom’s.

Tom’s busy in his kitchen he’s wearing a plain top and joggers grabbing a cafeteria to make coffee he sees movement outside and automatically heads straight to the door opens it. Before you could walk or say hi you’re instantly attracted to Tom’s lips and moans.

“Mmmh okay steady Mr I’ve got a tiny surprise for you if you’re good then you can unwrap it.” Your arms are round his waist and bites your lip hating the fact you

Literally couldn’t kiss and probably hug back at home.

Tom slowly pulls at your coat straps and your coat slowly slipped open to reveal your Lingerie making Tom rip your coat off.

“Oh fuck you naughty girl did you come all this way in this what’ll your parents think of their innocent daughter wearing such skimpy outfits”.

Your breathing gets hitched and you slowly slip your hands underneath his top and trace his abs. “Do you know how hard it’s been not to fuck you the moment you walked into my house and the little teasing know that was naughty Mr Cruise”.

Tom grabs you and leads you to his bedroom and slowly lowers you onto the bed and he teasingly admires you and how your body looked in the lingerie. He slowly slips your panties down “tut tut y/n naughty you I haven’t even done anything yet and your all ready soaking wet bad baby”

You groan “oh fuck Tom stop it please I’m aching for you, can you just do something please I promise I’ll be a good girl after.”

Tom removes his top and joggers and boxer he gently holds your knees and opens them before lowering his head in between your legs and he gently brushes his tongue against your clit. You’re groaning and grips the sheets and you buck your hips against his face.

As Tom continues to lick and eat you out your body is writhing and twitching you slide your hands up to hold onto the headboard bars and instantly feels your stomach tighten “ohh ohh ahh ahh shit Tom Tom I’m gonna cum” you buck your hips faster whilst Tom is sucking and licking you aggressively when all of a sudden Tom gets the feeling of your cum sliding down his throat he gets up off his knees and crawls to lay next to you and cleans his mouth.

You turn breathing heavily and your reach your hand out and softly strokes his face “mmmh god that was amazing think we’re busted now because mum and dad know about you we’re gonna have to come clean soon.”

Tom pulls you closer and kisses your lips and runs a finger down and in between your tits laughing when your body twitches.

“Mmmh I know that was extremely amazing don’t worry about your parents they seemed okay listen we’ll tell them tomorrow, now misses you ready for round two or wanna rest.”

You gently swing your legs so your straddling tom and cup your hand round his rock hard cock you shake your head.

“Tut tut mr cruise you giving me into trouble for being wet when you literally hard naught boy”. You slowly rub collecting your juices before lowering yourself down onto Tom and you place both your hands on his chest and slowly bounce up and down your both moaning and groaning. Tom instantly squeezed and massaged your tits you throw your head back.

“Ahh ohh god Tom your cock feels so amazing yes yes fuck” you and Tom both Lock eyes and instantly both scream each other’s names and you realises your cum all over Tom’s cock and Tom realises his cum deep inside you. You’re about to pull off him when he gently pulls you into a passionate kiss and wraps you tightly into his arms.

You accidentally stayed the whole night fucking each other and had fallen asleep.

You wake up to soft kisses on your shoulder and turns to face Tom and smiles.

“Mmmh morning can’t believe we spent the whole night fucking each other i should go home but I don’t want to but mum will probably worry that I sneaked out.

Tom smiles and kisses your neck “mmmh babe just stay here let me cook you breakfast then we can go round and tell your parents.”

You’re about to get out of bed until you were gently flung back onto the bed.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going stay in bed I’m bringing breakfast here”.

Tom kisses you then grabbed his joggers and put them on and headed downstairs to make bacon, omelette and orange juice.

You sneaked out of bed and smiled and grabbed toms long shirt and sneaked downstairs and noticed tom was busy making omelettes when you sneaked up

And seductively nibbled his ear.

He smirked and groaned “somebody is a naughty girl told you to stay in bed and I’d bring breakfast to you misses” he plated the bacon and omelette and turned to lean in and kiss you when all of a sudden the door bell went off both you and Tom looked at each other. “I’ll go Tom you made the breakfast.”

You head towards the door and opens it

“Oh mum hi sorry I forgot to mention Tom

Asked me to stay last night.” Your mum motioned if she could come in your step to the side letting your mum in and Tom was still heating up your plate when he spotted your mum.

“Ah y/m/n would you like a coffee I’ve just made me and y/n some breakfast then we were going to come round and speak to you both.”

Your mum smiled and handed y/n a pair of jeans and a top after seeing her wear Tom’s one then faced Tom. “Coffee would be lovely thanks.”

After getting changed into just your jeans keeping toms shirt on then headed back to sit at the island where Tom put your plate down and handed your mum a mug of coffee. Tom offered to make your mum breakfast which she declined. “No I’m fine thank you oh was just wondering how both your night went, Tom we know you love our daughter it’s fine with me and y/d/n.”

You and Tom looked at each other “wait one second you and dad knew me and Tom were together and you’re not mad that I’m old enough to be Tom’s daughter we were gonna actually tell you both later today.”

Tom cuddles you “y/m/n thank you for understanding how much I love your daughter and was wondering could I have a word with you and y/d/n I’ll ask y/n to stay here.

You smiled and texted for your dad to come over to Tom house quickly. After breakfast you,Tom and your mum all sat round the big couch in the lounge laughing and smiling.

The door dell Tom yells to come

Straight in and greeted your dad.

“Ahh y/d/n can I grab you a coffee then I was wondering if I could talk to just you and y/m/n about something.” Tom and your dad walked into the kitchen your dad motioned for you to come too.

Your mum got up and smiled “just gonna chat to Tom and your dad hopefully won’t be long.” You’re confused and wonder why Tom needs to talk to your mum and dad.

Once the three of you was in the kitchen your mum and dad both smiled and at the same time said “yes”. Tom looked shocked “wait how you know I was gonna ask if I could marry y/n”.

Your parents smile “we have noticed the way you have been treating and how you love y/n so you’d be the perfect husband and we understand if you’d love for y/n to move in with you”.

Y/n stand up and head to the kitchen with your empty plate and cup and everyone goes quiet when you enter the room.

“Oh sorry I’ll just leave because I’ve obviously walked into something I shouldn’t have” you place your cup and plate down then sadly feels upset.

Tom yells “no baby get your butt back here, I need to ask you something hey where’s that tears for.” You walk back into the kitchen and you instantly snuggle into Tom and smile at your mum and dad.

“So what is this something you need to tell me then, does my mum and dad know about this something.” You kiss Tom and face him.

Tom slowly and gently kneels down on one knee and pulls out a small red ring box and opens it “y/n will you do my thee Honour of becoming Mrs Y/n Cruise”.

You’re standing there in shock and burst out crying. “Ehm wait mum and dad are you fine with this because hell yes.” Tom got up and you automatically ran and cuddles Tom “mmmh love you mr cruise does that mean I can move into my new house.”

Both your parents leave so you and Tom can have some alone time once your parents leave Tom pulls you to come sit back on the couch in the living room automatically you both start ripping each other’s clothes off and you push Tom to lay on his back. You put a firm hand on Tom’s chest. “Ahh no you proposed to me now I get to give you something.” You shuffle down onto the couch and you gently take Tom’s cock into your mouth and gently begin sucking on it and you love hearing Tom moaning. “Oh fuck baby you’re so skilled at taking my cock fuck suck on it good.”

You continue to suck and lick and you pump it Your getting the signs Tom’s close to cumming so you suck and bob you head faster and faster until you feel his warm liquid cum slide down your throat you pull off his cock with a pop sound and then wipe and lick his juices off your mouth then Tom pulls you up and cuddles you and he gently squeezes one of your exposed tits.

Tom keeps squeezing one tit when he moves and runs a finger across your clit and slips one finger inside and softly curls it knowing where and which spot to stroke

Your breathing is heavily “ohh Tom ohh god yes yes ahh fuck” Tom slips a second one in and he quickly fingers and rubs your pussy wall watching your body squirm and the all most naughty pornographic moans and whimpering coming out of your mouth and all of a sudden you’re cumming all over Tom’s fingers. After you two have been pleasuring each other you and Tom decide to cover up with a blanket and ends up watching a movie. You let out a little snort which makes Tom look down “ehm baby what the hell was last of you where trying to laugh you failed.

“I was snort laughed because I can seriously and utterly tell that stunt was so fake because when you do stunts it’s real and not shit or fake.”

Tom smiled and traces patterns on your tit

“Mmmh seem I’ve taught someone very well and can easily tell what’s really or fake, can’t wait to call you Mrs y/n Cruise”

“Mmmh I can’t wait to say that Tom cruise is my husband not just my very naughty and kinky neighbour.” You sit up and snuggle your head onto Tom’s shoulder he pulls the blanket up keeping you both warm his glances at you and raises a brow.

“Excuse me future wife what are you doing underneath the blanket misses your so naughty”.

Your still snuggled head on Tom’s chest but underneath the blanket your hands were wrapped round Tom’s cock pumping and moving hands up and down then you stopped making Tom annoyed groan but smirked when you straddle him and started thrusting your his back and forth you grab both of Tom’s hand and lays them onto each tit.

You slam and grind your hips against toms cock you could literally feel him deep into your stomach. “Ahh ahh fuck me tom I can feel your cock in my stomach shit oh fuck

I’m gonna literally cum”.

Tom moves his hands from your tits down to your waist and he started slamming and jackhammering his hips forcing the pair of you to cum quickly together you both lay flat on your sit your laying in front of Tom and he’s behind you can feel his cock dripping with cum and he kisses your shoulder.

That night neither you or Tom got any sleep As ever minute and seconds once you’d get your breath back you’d be back fucking and the bed was creaking and the headboard banging and the moans, groans and pornographic noises coming from you and Tom.

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