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lizinthebox · 5 months

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Ten Minute Warning - C.JH

Ten Minute Warning (18+)

C.JH x Fem Reader

w/c: 1.2k

c/w: idol au, softdom!jongho, implied established relationship, thigh riding, mentions of marking, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (don’t do this), lmk if I missed anything

a/n: I’M BAAAAAACK!!! Sorry for the huge lull, I had so much school work and then enjoyed my break :,) I decided to make my comeback with an Ateez fic because I’ve been reading A LOT of them these days. Please reblog if you enjoy it and use the ask box to send requests!! like always this was not proofread lol

“10 minutes!” the stage director shouts. The words ring out in your ears.

You only have ten minutes to get what you want. You know it’ll never be enough time. It’s never enough time with Jongho. He always leaves you wanting more, even when he’s satisfied you more than anyone else ever has.

“I can’t take my clothes off now, you’ll have to do it yourself,” he muttered between kisses, starting to unbutton your jeans. Something about him not being able to fuck you back makes you even wetter, you gently roll your hips into Jongho’s lap as you kiss him back, taking a quick pause to pull your jeans all the way off. The two of you have made a habit of having sex in the dressing room dangerously close to the time Jongho needs to be on stage, but tonight is the first time he hasn’t even had enough time to undress and actually fuck you. For now, you’ll have to settle for getting yourself off on his thigh.

Your hands leave the couch behind Jongho’s head and find their way into his hair, lightly tugging just enough to make him grunt into your mouth. He caresses his hands all the way down your body, finding your hips and pressing them harder into his thigh. “Oh fuck,” your eyes almost roll back as you feel your clit rubbing against him even harder. You start to quicken the pace, eager to reach your high, and unsure of how much time has passed since the ten minute warning.

Clearly Jongho had his eye on the clock because he quickly put an end to your helpless rutting by firmly gripping your waist and slowing you down. It felt like his fingers might leave a mark from how hard he was holding you, his cock aching in his stage outfit, practically begging to be freed. “Please let me cum before you go,” you plead, leaning out of the kiss but still rolling your hips into his lap.

“Just a little longer, pretty girl,” he responds, still torturing you with his slow, guided movements. Just as you open your mouth to talk back to him, he grips your hips even harder and speeds up your movement. Instead of letting out complaining like you intended, you let out a sinful moan, immediately turning red over that thought that someone might have heard you. “You sound so pretty fucking yourself on my lap, baby,” Jongho praises you, your embarrassment immediately fading away with his words. You can feel the tightness in your core starting to form, your clit throbbing from the friction. But just as you’re about to go over the edge, Jongho shifts you over on his lap, completely stopping the motion you were growing so fond of.

“What the fuck?” you cry out, tears welling in your eyes over the orgasm you just had ripped away from you.

“I want to cum with you, you can wait for me, right beautiful?” his words contrasting his actions leave your fucked-out mind even more confused. But before you can even realize what he said, Jongho is getting up from the couch, gently setting you down while he gets up. You look over at the clock: 7:27. You know you would have finished in those three minutes if he hadn’t taken it away from you. But you don’t have it in you to put up a fight now, he’s already putting his shoes on and heading out the door, not leaving without giving you one more kiss for good luck. “Wait for me,” he whispers into your ear before pulling away and disappearing into the darkness backstage.

Then, began the longest three hours of your life. All you could focus on was when Jongho would be back to finish what he started. You wandered around backstage, looking at the monitors but making sure to go back in the dressing room whenever there was a quick change or VCR break. You were used to wasting time while Jongho was on stage, getting out of the way when he needed to be backstage, and supporting him when he thought he had a bad show. But tonight, you could only focus on yourself, your need to have Jongho’s full attention.

Finally, the encore was over. The clock read 10:39, nine minutes later than you expected to have him back. When finally the door busted open, Jongho, who was still sweaty from being onstage, was finally in front of your eyes again. “Hi, baby! Great show ton-” he cut off your pretend supportive girlfriend act with a kiss so rough you thought your lip might bleed.

“I don’t care about the show, I need you now,” he exhaled between kisses. You loved when he did this, played the tough, hard-to-get boyfriend half the time, but showed you how enamored he is with you the other half. You knew his act from earlier was just that, an act.

Before you knew it your top was on the floor and Jongho was undoing your bra with one hand while the other caressed your entire body. You pull his shirt over his head and move your hands down to unbutton his pants. You run your hand down his boxers, cupping his already hard cock in your hand, making him moan into your mouth. He gently pushes you onto the couch, positioning himself over you. “I need you inside me, please,” you beg, staring into his eyes as he pulls your panties to the side.

Without any prep, Jongho lines himself up with your entrance, “I’m sorry for making you wait,” is all he says as he melts into you. Your jaw immediately falls open from the mix of pain and pleasure, usually he would make you take his fingers before he fucked you, but tonight he couldn’t wait any longer. His lips worked their way from your mouth to your neck, lightly sucking on your sensitive skin, making your nails dig into his back. He thrusts into you again, this time a little harder, making you let out a moan only muffled by your own bottom lip between your teeth. “You feel so good, baby, fuck,” he whispers onto the skin of your neck as he sets his pace.

Your walls tighten around him at his words and you can feel the knot in your stomach growing again. You know how much he loves to cum together, so you instinctively clench around his cock, giving him what he needs to get there. “J-Jongho I’m gonna cum, fuck don’t stop,” you plead. And he doesn’t. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, finally spilling into you before letting himself slip out of you.

Jongho lays next to you on the comically small couch, his chest heaving as much as yours. “You’re perfect, you know that, right?” is what he breaks the silence with. You smile at him, still not quite able to form words yet. “Let’s get ready to go home now, yea?” he follows up. You nod and he takes your hand to help you off the couch, your legs slightly wobbly. He smiles at you while you put on his hoodie and your own shorts before heading out the dressing room door.

#kpop fanfic #kpop smut #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez smut #jongho #jongho smut #jongho x reader

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liasadventuretime · 2 years

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✦ TATE'S A NEEDY BOY

PROMPT ➜ tate was the sweetest person you could ask for, but what happens when the only person you can’t say no to, starts being needy ?

TAGS ➜ dom!reader x sub!tate, whimpering, impact play, degradation, humiliation, slight bondage and restraining, slapping.

Tate’s a fucking whore. You’ve tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t true for months, but it didn’t work. You have to also admit you liked it. He was a whore just for you. A needy whiny desperate boy that is all yours and only wants you. If he wants attention from you he’ll get it, one way or another.

You’re on a business call ? He’ll start undressing right in front of you with that desperate look on his face that you couldn’t resist.

You’re busy with homework ? He’ll start palming himself letting out a moan or two.

You’re trying to concentrate on something ? He’ll make you suck on his long slim fingers making you gag on them until you gave up.

Tate had lots of problems, you already knew that. What he doesn’t know is that you enjoy them. All the times he cried about his mom, all the times he cried because he just loved you so much ? They all made you so aroused you were ashamed of it. You like being tate’s mom and he enjoys being your son. He liked all the times you pulled his hair because he was acting up. He liked all the times you took care of him while he was sick. He liked all the times you cuddled him to sleep in such a lovely and motherly way. He was your son, and you were his mother. Once he even called you mom by accident, but it felt so natural, it felt so good you didn’t even bring it up. You definitely had a mommy kink, and to say he loved it was way too little much to explain how he felt every time you called him a good boy or gave him a kiss on the forehead. There’s no way, there are no words and there are phrases to describe the way and the motherly urge to assist tate in whatever he needs. The way he cried made your heart wrench but also made you so aroused you couldn’t hold it back while seeing him in such desperate and ruined state. That’s the word. You wanted to ruin him.

He definitely knows how to get on your nerves. You were in the kitchen trying to finish some math homework you had been working on for a bit now, when the little slut entered the room with only a towel around his waist, hair wet, abs in the air, hands super veiny and the most ridable arms you’ve ever seen. You focused back on your homework when you suddenly felt someone behind you.

“What’re you doing sweetheart ?”

Oh you were going to ruin that man so bad he won’t be even capable of speaking such lustful words. His voice was so sweet and the deep it made you skip a heartbeat in your heart and feel an extra heartbeat in your clit.

“Nothing, just some math homework.” You said in a non chalant voice, knowing damn well this motherfucker was up to something.

“Take a little break, will ya’ ?” He put his hands on your shoulder driving them to you cheeks, caressing them.

“You know I can’t Tate. I’ll be done in a minute, just be patient.” His hands paused, taking them off your face.

“Please, five minutes that’s all I ask” He said in a begging tone, you know what’s going to happen, because it had already happened a thousand times.

But how could you ever say no to your sweet needy boy ?

“Tate please, don’t do this you know I can’t. Please.” He wasn’t going to give up that easily, wasn’t he ?

He looked at you for a few seconds, and decided the to take a chair from the table you were sitting on. Okay know you were definitely confused.

Let’s just say you kind of didn’t expect what happened next.

He sat on the chair, then started palming himself through the towel.

You stopped breathing for a second.

He brought his other hand to his mouth trying to cover the sinful noises he was making.

He was a fucking moaning, whimpering mess. God, you loved this man.

“Please look at me. Please.” That voice. You looked at him. Rosy cheeks, tears flowing, hands veiny, hurt eyes.

“Please mommy, touch me.” You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. This was the last fucking straw.

Your panties were soaking wet, it was time he would finally learn his lesson.

You got up, took your MacBook charger, which was the longest one, walking towards him, realising he stopped palming himself.

As soon as u were looking down on him, he whimpered.

He started sobbing, grabbing his red stinging cheek, looking at you in fear and shock.

Heart beating. Really fast. Did you really do it. He was panicking. Fuck.

You slapped him. You really did slap him. Then why did you both enjoy it ?

You forcibly took his hands putting them behind the chair, tying them up with the charger.

“No plea-“ another slap.

You took his face in your hands.

“ If I hear you say another fucking word I’ll leave you here forever. God, you disgust me. Do you fucking enjoy tate ? Huh ?

Do you like it when I treat you like my son ?

Do you like calling me mom ?

Are such a fucking deprived fucking pervert ? “

He started uncontrollably sobbing. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life.

Such pretty tears. Such pretty cheeks.

You pulled his hair, making him cry even more.

Soulmates, they were. The mom and the son.

You brought your face in and softly kissed him, making him shut up.

You left his lips, but he was begging for more.

He wanted more more and more.

You took off his towel and got on our knees.

He was an honest eight inches, bit veiny, pink tip.

You pumped him a few times, earning lots of grunts and whimpers from him.

“Please I’m begging you, I will do anything just please. “

Aren’t men so beautiful when they beg ?

You took his tip in your mouth, glazing your tongue over it a few times.

He was so close to cumming. Your mouth was heaven.

He loved you so much.

Only you.

Always and forever.

Feeling your sweet tongue around him, he hissed.

He jerked his hips, trying to feel a bit more.

Get more, more and more.

You took his tip out of your mouth with a pop sound, and you felt him desperately sigh.

You untied him and left him there.

He took his dick in his hand, and pumped it a bit of times.

But it wasn’t fucking enough, he needed you.

As soon as you saw him, you walked back to him.

His left cheek was red and stinging again, his head to the side.

He tried so hard not to cry, eyes all teary.

“Don’t you even fucking dare.

Do not touch yourself. “

He started sobbing, arms roping on your waist face lying on your stomach.

You put your hands in his hair, caressing it while he was unstoppably sobbing.

“You’re such a good boy aren’t you ?

So needy, and for what ? Are you that perverted ?

Hm ? Are you, Tate ?

You’re just a whore aren’t you ?”

He couldn’t even explain how much he was embarrassed and shamed in that moment.

Then why did he enjoy it that much ?

#tate langdon #tate x reader #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon smut #tate smut #tate #smut #ahs #kit walker #american horror story #tate mommy issues #sub tate #i love dick

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devilat-thedoor · 8 months

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Sinful, soft, sub!Sammy thoughts on a rainy Saturday morning?

You pumped his length, keeping a tight grip in your fist, “You’re being such a good boy, Sammy baby… Just a little longer, okay? Can you hold on for me?” You were on your knees in front of the chair, staring up at him with soft doe eyes.

His face was twisting as he fought off his climax, “Please, I- Can I please?” He gripped the arms of the chair, his fingers digging into the leather, “Babe, I can’t- I can’t wait.”

“Yes, you can.” You slowed your strokes to an almost stop as your free hand caressed his thigh, “I always take care of you, don’t I?” Leaning forward, you flicked your tongue right below his tip, feeling the way he twitched in your palm.

The second your tongue made contact, he was a whimpering mess, “Y-yes… Always t-take care of m- god… Please don’t stop.” He pleaded, his brows pinched so tightly, “Oh please, I’ve been so good. Just-.” He squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath as a last ditch effort to subdue himself.

You loved to hear him beg. The soft, whiny tone of his voice was the sweetest song, “You have been good, my sweet boy.” You picked up the pace again, rolling your hand around his lubricated cock, “So pretty when you beg.” You pressed a kiss to his hip before dragging your teeth along the bone, “Look at me, Sammy. I want everything you’ve got.”

That was the permission he was seeking. His mouth dropped, face contorted into an almost painful expression as he let go, trying his damndest to keep his eyes on you. His release spilled over your knuckles as you worked him through it, drawing every last drop. You could feel his thigh muscles tensing under your hand as he muttered a slew of barely coherent ‘thank yous’ mixed with pitchy whimpers and grunts. When you were sure you’d gotten every drop out of him, you wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue over the flesh. Sam’s hands immediately went to your hair, balling up and yanking hard, “Fuck- No, I- babe, I can’t… It’s- awwe fuuuuck…” The overstimulation brought him to a second orgasm.

You released him from your mouth to gaze up at him. Tear stained cheeks and gasping breaths racking his body. You stilled your hand, holding him loosely as you peppered his cock with little pecks, “You did so well, sweet Sammy. Always my good boy…” You climbed up, straddling his lap as he relaxed into the furniture, “I love you, you know that?” Cupping his face, you gave him a long, loving kiss.

He took your hand, fitting his fingers between your own as he gave a lazy nod, “I love you too, but I’m in control from now on, okay?” His arms wrapped around you, hugging you to his exhausted frame.

“Sure, baby. Whatever you want…” You giggled, knowing damn well he was bluffing.

#sammy kiszka #sam kiszka drabble #sam kiszka fic #sam kiszka smut #sam kiszka x reader #greta van fleet #gvf

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milky-fixx · 1 year

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day 3, meliodas: restraints

kinktobruary day 3

meliodas x reader // seven deadly sins

summary: meliodas has a past, and you can respect that. what you can’t accept however, is him flagrantly flirting with someone else in front of you. as punishment, you discipline him in the bedroom.

tw/cw: 18+ only, minors dni, fem!reader, bondage, femdom, mild cat torture, jealous sex, cheating play

—note: if you are insecure about your partner cheating on you, please do not take this as guide for how to deal with them omfg. open communication is much sexier for real.

word count: 1.2K

“These seem to hold pretty tight,” he remarks brightly, tugging halfheartedly at the chains restraining him to the bed.

Of course the both of you know he could break out of them easily with his demon strength, but he seems apt to at least try to play along.

So you play your role as well.

“Captain…” you say, deceptively calm before the storm. “Did I say you could talk?”

His eyes widen slightly. “Ah... of course not. Sorry, (Y/N).”

“That’s mistress to you.”

“Mistress,” he says it like he’s testing the word out on his tongue. He is, after all; the two of you have never gone this far before. He’s never relinquished this much control to you. “Of course.”

“Now Captain, do you know why you’re here?”

“No,” he says, honestly. His obliviousness sends something hot surging inside you. It compels you to tilt his head up by his chin, peering into his wide emerald eyes.

“I know you said we should keep things a secret, Captain, but… I don’t think I like your treatment of some of the female workers around here.”

“Oh?”

“In particular…” Your nails trail down his chest, stopping right over his hearts. “The way you grope Elizabeth.”

“Oh.” His breath hitches when your hand trails further down, nudges the growing bulge in his trousers. “Ah.... You know Elizabeth and I cut things off awhile ago.”

“Oh? Do I?”

You lean in closer to him, your hands quickly undoing his belt and slipping his pants and undergarments down his legs. His cock is half-hard, pressing up towards you, and as you arch your back to take his pants off completely, your breasts graze it. His gaze flickering downwards, heady, as his cock throbs. His fists clench in the cuffs.

“I think you’ve been pretty naughty if you ask me,” you say. “Wandering hands deserve some kind of punishment, don’t you think?”

Your tongue engulfs his cock in the hot cavern of your mouth, and despite himself, Meliodas grunts, bucking up into your touch.

Your mouth pulls off him as you shoot him a disapproving look. “Ah-ah-ah, no moving, Captain.”

His brow furrows as you engulf him in your mouth again, his displeased frown morphing into a grimace. Before long, he’s velvet steel in your mouth, and you shift gears; your tongue caresses the sides of his length in a way that has his abs clenching under your hand, his arms tensing against the bonds.

The angle he’s chained at makes it difficult for him to admire the sight of you. How he long to rip off the chains, curl his fingers into your hair, and control the pace at which your pretty mouth sucks him off, but he restrains himself. That is, until you take him all the way to the back of your throat. Meliodas lets out a ragged groan, the heels of his feet digging into the thin mattress. This is a new trick up your sleeve.

He’s so, so close, he can almost taste his release on his tongue. His eyes clench shut as he feels pleasure curl up his spine at the way your tongue flicks at the head of his cock. But then—you’re pulling off, and his dick is exposed to the cool air, made cooler by the remnants of your saliva on it. You grin at him, your lips shiny, and he frowns.

“(Y/N)—“ You shoot him a look. He swallows down his pride. “Ah… mistress… please....”

Quicker than he expects, you hand comes down to slap one of his balls. He jerks forward, a groan tearing its way from his throat.

“What do bad boys say?”

You fondle the same ball roughly, and the shocks of pain and oversensitivity nearly have him whimpering. He grits his teeth. “S-sorry,” he says, voice strained.

You hum. “Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for—for looking at other women—“

Your hand comes down on his dick this time, and he convulses, a whine tearing out of his throat. He’s so—damn sensitive down there, and the way you handle him roughly has him teetering on the edge of insanity.

He can barely focus on the questions you ask him, but he forces himself to, lest he receive a worse punishment. “What kind of punishment do you deserve? Should I even let you cum?” you say idly.

“Y-Yes—” He swallows, hard. “Yes, you should.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure.”

“P-please, mistress.” His mouth runs dry. His dick has so far managed to maintain its hard state, pre-cum beading at the tip.

You kneel down, wrapping your breasts around his cock, and then you’re jerking him off in short, sharp movements. He lets out a strangled whimper when your tongue darts out to lick his engorged, red tip. At this point, he’s desperate for any kind of release, and begins shallowly thrusting into your breasts.

Meliodas’ eyes slip shut again, his face scrunching up as his dick continues to twitch between your breasts. Just as his mouth opens in rapture, you’re gone again, and his eyes snap open.

He nearly whines out your name, the chains creaking ominously. You lean in.

“Tell me how sorry you are, and maybe I’ll let you finish.”

“S-Sorry,” he grits out.

“Louder.”

“Sorry!”

“For what?”

“For… groping her.”

“Will you do it again?”

“N-No—”

Your hand closing around him feels so damn good, he nearly finishes right then and there. You jerk him off in fast, fierce movements and it isn’t long before he’s rutting into your hand, his breaths quickening. He groans your name as his release splatters all over your hand. You continue pumping him through his orgasm, your pace slowing as Meliodas begins twitching at the hypersensitivity. You give him one last pump, your hand sliding slowly along his softening length, smearing some of his release back onto his cock. You revel in the way he trembles—he never looks as good as he does flushed and at your whim—before releasing your grasp.

The chains snap not a second later and Meliodas’ hand comes up to rest over his brow as he attempts to even out his breathing.

“Ha... maybe we should do that again.” He grins at you.

You punch him in the shoulder lightly, raising your brow. “Ouch, okay, okay…. but seriously...” His face turns serious. “Were you worried?”

You can’t seem to meet him in the eye, and he grabs your hand. “Eli was my past, but she’s in the past.” When you still refuse to look at him, he props himself up, before prodding your cheek. “You’re my future,” he says, as if it’s simpler than the air the both of you breathe.

You roll your eyes at him. “That’s cheesy.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t suit me,” he muses. “Anyways! Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m the one who slapped your balls, and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” you say, exasperated, but stop at the look on his face. “Yeah… I-I’m fine now.”

He nods. “I’ll stop. Unless—”

“Unless what?” You send him an unamused look.

“I mean, this would be nice to do again….” he says thoughtfully.

Your eyes widen. “That seriously didn’t hurt or anything?”

He ponders it, bringing his hand to his chin. “It hurt in a good way. Much better than taking hits from the Ten Commandments or Ban. I see why people get addicted to this kind of stuff!”

Meliodas really is a freak, both in and outside of the bedroom.

#meliodas x reader #sds x reader #seven deadly sins x reader #nnt x reader #tati writes #not sfw #kinktobruary

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magnoliacharmed · 11 months

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Godless

(not my gif!)

18+, CM Punk x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of our Own!]

Word count: 1,091

Tags: Referenced alcoholism, Religious imagery/symbolism, blow jobs, come swallowing

Summary:

This was the blessing you worked for. This was the blessing you deserved. To worship at the feet of CM Punk.

Author's note: Inspired by this wonderful fancam & Godless by Banks.

…And so you worshiped at the feet of CM Punk.

It was a downward spiral and you circled the drain before you’d even known it. Oh, to trade one addiction for another… you hoped God could forgive you.

The thought brewed in your mind. Dark storm clouds filled your head heavily with an impending sense of horror. When you felt the gentle caress of Punk’s fingertips across your cheekbones, the clouds broke. Tears flooded your eyes and began to roll down your cheeks and over his fingers.

“Don’t you feel better? Don’t you feel clean? ” Punk whispered. His voice echoed around you like a haunting. You would’ve liked to say that there was no semblance of wickedness in his eyes, but why play God for a fool?

“Yes… but…”

Pain radiated through your nerves. Every muscle in your head twisted and stretched with exhaustion. You’d do anything for another sip of liquor. You’d do anything for Punk’s admiration.

“But what?”

“For how long will this go on?”

His hand came to rest on the back of your head. It scared you how much you needed his touch. It calmed you down almost immediately. Now you knew it was okay to relax. Your body bit back at your now rested weight pushing down on your knees. Let them get scraped.

“What if I told you I could make it all more bearable?”

The fluorescent lighting seemed to brighten behind his head, an aura of yellow-white glistening through strands of dark hair. If you reached out to touch him would he really be there? Was he not a trick of your mind, an illusion to sink you further into despair?

“I’ll do anything.”

“Anything… anything. Close your eyes for me.”

You squeezed your lids shut. The darkness behind them was well needed. The light from Punk was getting to be overwhelming. You wondered just what he could do for you to make all the pain go away.

“Will you bless me?”

Punk paused at your words. He didn’t expect the desperation in your voice. If anything, it only spurred him on. Made him more comfortable with what he wanted to do.

“Yes.”

Things were all a blur. There was no point in thinking about the circumstances that led you to this point. The only thing that was worth focusing on was how to please. And to please was to pray. There was more than one way to pray, not only through the act of speaking. Your mouth opened as if to sing a hymn and slowly became filled with him.

It was a slow affair. There was no need to make the act more obscene than it already was. Punk knew what this was. It was more about the means to the end, the journey of it all. To see you so pliable below him was more pleasurable than the act itself he realized. A contented sigh escaped from his lips. The warmth of your mouth was slightly overbearing.

“I look down at you now and see a saint. My saint.”

The bobbing of your head came to an abrupt stop to look up at him with a red rimmed wet sparkle in your eye. A saint. You couldn’t believe it. Yes, this made all of your former suffering worth it. Doing anything for this man, this—

Prophet?

When he pushed deeper down into your throat, you thought that was it. You’d reached your end. Breathing was still possible but wasn’t even a priority in your lust soaked brain. You wondered why a sinful act made you feel so holy. Perhaps it was due to the sounds Punk made above you. Deep breaths and strained moans healed your tainted spirit. You were on your way to true salvation.

The thrusts of his hips began to pick up pace. He was ready to give you what you needed. Out of all his followers, you were his favorite. You were the one who had put in the most effort and the one who’d suffered the greatest. You’d walked the straight and narrow path to a clean life. Now it was time to show you just how proud he was of you.

“You’re perfect. I’ve always believed in you.”

All of his words had sent you careening towards the edge too. You were sure that if you reached down to pleasure yourself you’d be reprimanded and punished, and there would be nothing worse than that. Restraint was difficult but much better than the alternative. Your mind conjured images of reaching down to touch yourself and show Punk just how much you respected him. All you wanted to do was chant his name, over and over in the throes of ecstasy. Maybe one day after you continued to prove yourself.

“Here it comes—“

Warm fluid filled your mouth in a rush. It was bitter tasting but no more bitter than any liquor you’d ever consumed. Even though you’d been down on your knees for what felt like hours, the peak was reached so soon. Punk’s nails dug into your scalp as he pushed your head to the base of himself. He knew he was choking you. It took him a few seconds to actually care. He slowly dragged himself out of your mouth, like he was in pain to leave. The saintliness you emitted had faded from his vision. You were once again just you. In that moment, just you was good enough.

The deep breath you took made you feel alive like you’d never felt before. It was amazing— your muscles no longer ached. Your memory must have played a trick on you… you weren’t even sure if you were truly feeling real pain before he entered you.

That very special light glowed behind Punk again when he held his hand out to help you raise off of your knees. His lips planted a loving kiss on your forehead, the metal of his lip ring feeling alien on your overheated skin. Your body flooded with affection and desire for him.

“Let’s go. It’s time to spread the good word.” His smile was easy, yet mocking. Most likely because of how absolutely wrecked you looked with smudged mascara and a wet chin. It was easy to ignore his expression when he kept his grip on your hand, fingers wrapping around yours. You were his best disciple. The people had to see just how devoted you were.

This was the blessing you worked for. This was the blessing you deserved. To worship at the feet of CM Punk.

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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kinktober day 3: anal.

pairing: vampire!eddie munson & catholic!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: anal, obviously! also some dirty talk and mentions of virginity.

a/n: instead of combining the two concepts this time, i decided to just use one concept for day three. enjoy! credits for this prompt go to the-purity-pen!

also, as in the first one, reader is 18+!

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

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“shit, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart. you’re doing such a good job.”

tears were leaking down y/n’s cheeks from both pain & pleasure, her ass clenching around his cock as she tried to adjust. he hadn’t started thrusting yet, wanting her to be comfortable before he even considered it. despite all the prep he did with her beforehand, and the amounts of lube he used, she was still in a small amount of pain. he had wanted to stop altogether, but she assured him that she was fine. as she adjusted, he pressed gentle kisses to her back, his fangs carefully scraping her skin with every kiss. he was caressing her hips as he held them in both hands, seeing in her head that she was enjoying the pain that this was causing. he smirked, tsking playfully as he gave her ass a soft slap.

“what a depraved little whore you are, y/n,” she said, giving a shallow, experimental thrust as she gasped sharply. “don’t try to deny that you aren’t enjoying this. i can see your thoughts right now, and i’ll bet if i reach around to that nice little pussy, i’ll feel that you’re soaking. i can smell it, baby.”

“eddie…” she breathed, whimpering as he continued to slowly thrust into her ass. “feels so fucking good…”

“i know it does,” he said, one hand tangling in her hair to pull her back flush to his chest. his lips touched her neck, his movements gradually gaining speed as she moaned delightfully underneath him. “who would have ever thought that the good girl would be such a filthy slut? letting me in your ass before you ever let me fuck your pussy? i thought this was just as much a sin, baby.”

“i-it is,” she managed, her eyes rolling back as he began to slam into her tight hole. “oh f-fuck, that’s…”

“still doing okay?” eddie checked in, brushing his other hand over her breast as he pinched the nipple between his fingers. “do you need me to slow down or stop?”

“no, p-please…please don’t…” she begged, holding herself against eddie as he kept a tight grip on her. “i like it. i’m okay now, i promise…”

“just remember what i told you before,” he said, thrusting at an impossibly fast speed for a moment before slowing down a little. “if it hurts too badly or gets too intense, tell me.”

“okay,” she said, turning her head to look at him. his red-hued eyes were intently on her, his fangs visible over his lower lip as he smirked at her. she pulled him in for a messy kiss, tasting her blood on his lips from earlier when he’d bit her. her body was covered in bites, most of them extremely shallow, and all of it felt so fucking good to her right then. “eddie, i…i…mmm…”

“tell me what you need, baby,” eddie breathed against her lips, drawing away to hold onto her hips. he slammed her onto his dick, and she was moaning filthily as he drilled into her. he pushed her against the mattress, pounding her into it before leaning down to lick a stripe between her shoulder blades. he could see what she desired in her mind, but he wanted to hear her say it out loud. “don’t lie to me, either. you know that i already know.”

“i’m just thinking about…about how you said anal is technically not…mmm…losing my virginity to you,” she said. “but it kinda is, if you think about it. virginity is the first time, right? i’ve never done anal before, and…and i’m losing my virignity to you in a way right now because of that.”

“that’s a good point,” eddie considered, grinning wickedly as he slapped her ass even harder. she moaned filthily, clenching her ass around his cock and rutting against him for more. he could see in her mind that she was LOVING this, and he delivered a harsh smack to her opposite ass cheek. “but that isn’t all you’re thinking about. i wanna hear what you want done to your pussy.”

“wanna fuck myself on a dildo while you fuck my ass,” she breathed, and eddie tugged her up again as he railed into her at an inhuman speed. “want all my holes filled right now…”

“ask and you shall receive, pretty girl,” eddie said smugly, slowing down enough so that he could grab the purple dildo lying on the bed. he held it up to her, grinning as he did so. “here. put it inside of you, y/n. nice and slow; i want you to tease yourself first.”

she took it, and he nearly stopped altogether so that she could use the toy. she cried out as the dildo pushed slowly inside of her, her pussy accommodating the new item as her tight walls hugged it tightly. she started thrusting it shallowly, matching the rhythm with eddie’s as he began fucking into her ass again. as he did so, he pushed two of his fingers into her mouth, and she groaned around them as he fucked them against her tongue. she felt like she was in heaven, all three of her holes being fucked at the same time, her lashes fluttering as the ecstasy threatned to drown her. it was so overwhelming, but in the best possible way, and she could think of nothing better. eddie drilled her ass at an inhuman speed again, and the painful pleasure that coursed through her almost sent her to her third orgasm of the evening. but eddie, it seemed, had other plans.

“i want you to ride me,” eddie whispered in her ear, pulling his fingers from his mouth as a wide bridge of spit followed them. “i want my cock deep in that nice ass as you bounce on my cock. what do you say, baby? want me to teach you how to ride dick?”

“god, yes,” she breathed, the very thought of it driving her absolutely wild. “i couldn’t ask for anything better right now…”

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yuumaofc · 2 years

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Another Drabble :p

To redeem one’s self for another’s love.

TW// Angst/comfort, brief mention of Replaced!AU, hey you get a somewhat happy ending and that’s usually uncommon when I write angst >:(

“MC please wait! Please! I’m sorry! Forgive me and my brothers for our mistakes! Please!.. Don’t go!” He cried.

“Why should I believe you? After all I’ve done for you all.. For the past 2 years I endured you and your brothers horrible attitudes towards me. Always being dragged into things without my consent.. And it became even worse when they arrived. When they arrived, I was casted aside like an old toy. When they arrived, I was suddenly no longer of any importance to you. When they arrived. I no longer held any worth to you. WHEN THEY ARRIVED I WAS NO LONGER MC! I WENT BACK TO BEING LILITHS PITIFUL REPLACEMENT LIKE BEFORE!!” You shouted at him, “I thought that I could confide my feelings and most inner thoughts in you.. I was wrong. Of course I was, because I was foolish enough to believe that a demon could ever want anything more than that.”

“MC please..! Don’t leave! I-I’ll treat you right this time! I’ll make time for you like you’ve always wanted! I’ll pay more attention to you more than I will them! Just please!” He sobbed.

He begged and begged and begged for you not to leave. For you not to walk out those doors and away from him. For you not to go any farther away from his reach.

But..

You shook your head in disappointment, how and why would he start paying attention to you when you’ve finally let go of him?

“MC please! I’m begging you! Don’t leave me alone! I don’t know what I’ll do without you! I can’t live without you!” He couldn’t hold back his tears, streams cascaded down his cheeks as he got on his knees and groveled before you.

You didn’t do anything but stare at his form with shock and pity. You felt pity for the sad groveling man before you, sobbing on his hands and knees. Begging for you not to leave him, claiming that he could never live without you. You felt shocked that he would ever actually bow before you as well.

You opened your mouth to speak,

“You’ve lived more than 500,000 years without me ever standing by your side before. I doubt that you can’t start doing that again. I pity you, for your pride is just too big. So your sin, avatar of pride, will be your biggest downfall.”

Lucifer looked up at you with terror filled eyes, were one of his biggest fears coming true? Were you going to leave him forever? You aren’t actually thinking of leaving, are you? You can’t do that! If you go then what will he do with himself?!

You leaned down and kissed his forehead softly, why did you do that?

“Wha- what are you doing?” Lucifer mumbled

“Think of it as my last gift to you as my former lover, Lucifer Morningstar. We will never meet once I walk through these doors. Maybe in a different lifetime, this would have turned out differently..” You said to him as you caressed his cheek affectionately. You started giggling softly before letting the tears flow freely, “If.. If they had never arrived, would you still love me? I’ve never felt this way for someone before.. Out of everyone in the world, Devildom and The Celestial realm included.. Why did you have to be my first love? Perhaps loving you was a mistake.”

Before Lucifer could process your worlds properly, you let go of his cheek and turned away from him. Walking away and through the doors of the House of Lamentation.

It’s over, he’s lost you. How could he be so foolish..? Loving and being loved by you was one of the best things he’s ever experienced. So why did he throw all of that away at the sight of some random person who was to join the exchange program? He’ll never know.

Looking back, he now notices all of the times you’ve smiled so brightly at him.

—

“Lucifer! There you are, I was looking for you!”

You smiled at him oh so brightly, so bright that it rivaled the sun in the celestial realm. He cherished the way you would only ever smile like that at him.

—

“Lucifer, Can we go out sometime? Maybe we can go on a walk or something..!”

You blushed bashfully while looking away from him, avoiding his eyes as you played with your thumbs. A habit you picked up as you grew older.

He smiled at you, how could you ever be so addictive and adorable?

—

“MC, your grades are dropping. Instead of planning pointless outings with me, why don’t you try to focus on your studies instead? Alexis(it’s a unisex name so :p) has been here for only a month, they have no magic either, yet they’re able to stay on top of their grades more effectively and efficiently than you have throughout your entirety of being here for 2 years.”

“I-I’m sorry.. I’ll start studying more if you’d like..”

“Hm.”

You turned around and sniffled as quietly as you could, even though he could care less about you crying right now. The truth hurts.

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Multiple years had gone by, and by multiple I mean many. As many as a 10 centuries since the last time he had seen you. Oh, Diavolo’s calling. He wants to meet up at the council room? It’s most likely another exchange student.

He sighed as he got up to leave. Another day, another year without you by his side. Another minute he wished he could go back in time and change all of his past mistakes.

“Ah Lucifer! Just in time, I want you to meet our newest exchange student!”

Lucifer’s eyes had widened significantly, he almost cried on the spot but he held together for he is the avatar of pride. He must always look good in front of anyone and everyone at all times. But.. was he really given another chance? Another chance to redeem himself? To prove that he had changed and that you were the only one whom he held so close to his heart?

“H-hello.. nice to meet you, I-I’m MC! Please take care of me!”

His heart clenched at the sound of your soft voice.

“U-um- I’m sorry to say this so randomly, but have we met before?”

“Y-.. No, we have not. I am Lucifer, the avatar of Pride. I hope you enjoy your stay here in devildom.”

Perhaps he could start to not being so prideful when around you..

#yuuma rambles #obey me #obey me angst #obey me replaced au #obey me luficer #lucifer angst #Lucifer x reader #lucifer x gender neutral reader #lucifer #angst/comfort

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fan-g0rl · 11 months

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Washing Machine Heart

Warnings: Angst (Happy Ending?), Mentions of poly relationship

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Gender Neutral Reader

Gif not mine.

Kissing Satoru always has a sadness to it nowadays, I can’t place if it’s coming from me or him, it’s honestly probably a bit of both.

How can we cling to each other with such passion but also feel such an empty hole in our hearts? Like a piece of a puzzle that is missing. Our puzzle is nearly complete but will always have an annoying spot right in the middle, a spot left empty. Oh how one little piece can be so distracting.

I grip him closer by his hair and that’s when I hear it…

”Suguru” he whimpers

We both instantly freeze, my eyes widen in shock not knowing what to do next but pull away, my hands release their grip I had on his porcelain hair as my eyes scan his face. He looks at me with such pain and guilt.

“(Y/N)….I…I’m sorry, I just.” He looks down in shame searching for the correct words to say

I move my hand towards his cheek to silence him, he closes his eyes at my touch while his frown deepens

“It’s ok Satoru, I know.”

He opens his arctic eyes to look back into mine with that guilt-ridden look.

“Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to think of him, it's just…I don’t know.” He sighed while once again looking away as to not meet my gaze.

I move my hand from his cheek back down to my side and clench my hand into a fist and release it a couple of times to ground myself, preparing myself to confess.

“There’s no need to forgive you if I too am guilty of the same sin” I whisper with that same apologetic expression while tears threaten to fall from my eyes.

At my declaration his eyes quickly move from the floor back up to my eyes, this time I am the one that cannot bring myself to look up. He stares at me for what feels like years, he slowly reaches for my hand that’s stuck in a fist from trying to fight back tears. He clasps his hand in mine.

“(Y/N), please look at me.” He begs with a slight tremble in his voice no doubt trying to keep himself together.

I lower my head more, I can’t bear to look into his eyes knowing that once I do the dam will break open and I won’t be able to close it again for quite some time.

With his free hand he reaches for my chin to lift my head from its lowered position, my eyes still refusing to meet his own.

“(Y/N), my love. Please, please look at me.

He calls my name again with a softness I hadn’t heard since the day he told me Suguru would be leaving us for good.

I finally brought my eyes up to him. I didn’t think my heart could break anymore from that day, the day Suguru left us but the look in his eyes proved to me otherwise.

Satoru’s expression was filled with such anguish.

The dam breaks and my tears fall, it feels as though they’ll never stop.

His hand moves from my chin up to caress my cheek to catch the tears that fall from my now reddened eyes.

“If we both carry the same burden, why should we shoulder it by ourselves? We made a promise to always lean on each other in our time of need, let me help to carry the load” he finished with a hum.

The other hand that was still clasped with mine he squeezed for comfort, His eyes filled with love and care.

I bring my empty hand up to hold the one he had on my cheek and intertwine our fingers. I look into his eyes and press our foreheads together slowly closing our eyes.

“It seems we both find it hard to lean on others for help. Heh, Sugu’ was always the one to bring down our walls and get us to talk. I think it’s time we learn to do so with each other. I’ll let you help carry my burden but I get to help carry yours too, you might be the strongest when it comes to taking down curses but no man could be able to withstand a heartbreak such as this by themselves. I love you, Toru’. I always will” I bring myself to say with a conviction that I didn’t know I had.

I lean away from him to look into his eyes, we stare at each other with a new kind of love, a healing love that will continue to grow and navigate through with just us two. I briefly look at his lips as he does mine and we lean in.

The kiss was filled with a new spark. A happiness and a hopeful kiss for this new chapter we would enter in our lives.

We’ll always mourn the loss of our other partner and we’ll always love him, but It’s time we finally move on with each other.

Authors note: Hey! This is my first fanfic, I hope y’all like it! Please leave a comment and let me know what y’all think. Thanks for reading!~fan-g0rl

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #angst #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader angst #gojo jjk #fanfic

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wren-l-winter · 2 months

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The Damage of Discontent

“Princess?”

The royal whirled, eyes wide and bloodshot. Oh, how beautiful they looked beneath the stars. “Don’t come closer.” The girl held up a trembling hand before yanking it back, clutching it harshly against her chest. Slender shoulders curled inward, shielding herself from something the ambassador couldn’t place.

She lowered the sack to the ground and stepped closer. “Why not?” She slipped her hands behind her back, hiding the stains of the sin she’d committed.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.” “You’re lying.” “You didn’t answer my question.”

“So?” “Fine.” The ambassador rolled her shoulders back and strode forward.

“No! Don’t.” Tears reflected in the moonlight like living crystals. The princess stepped in front of the churned earth behind her. “Please.” But the girl wasn’t tall enough to block the ambassador’s view. Thick brows rose as she was met with the sight of a corpse—though no one would have described it as such. Bones and flesh lay in an oozing puddle within the shallow pit. She could make out a gnarled hand, the ripped half of an ear, and a fragmented jaw. All else was beyond recognition. Or it would have been if the princess had pulled out the scraps of finely dyed pieces of fabric and the shattered remains of jewelry, dulled by gore. “Is that…” She took in a long breath. “Is that your lady-in-waiting?”

The princess could only muster a nod. Silent tears turned to sobs.

The ambassador slowly wrapped her arms around her precious blossom. In the months she’d spent in the foreign land, she had grown fond of the young royal. The princess had always been so kind. So sweet and gentle. So perfectly innocent, but she knew better than anyone that the softest flowers were often the most poisonous. “Tell me what happened,” she murmured, running a careful hand over her sweet hair.

Several minutes passed before the princess calmed and looked up at her. “She spoke ill of you,” she whispered, as quiet as a breeze.

The long, slow caresses stopped. “Pardon?” The princess’s chin quivered, and the ambassador longed to run her thumb over the trembling flesh, to soothe the nightmare her delicate flower had created.

“I couldn’t listen to her anymore.” Her forehead fell against the ambassador’s chest, hiding from her perplexed gaze. “She wouldn’t stop. The accusations were endless. No matter how wonderful I told her you were, she wouldn’t listen.” Her words turned bitter. “All she could do was vomit up the words her mother had said to her. She never has—had her own thoughts.”

The dignitary lightly rubbed the tense center of her back, hearing the pain that came with the correction.

“I got so angry.” Her grip tightened on her tunic. “I just-I just lost control. I couldn’t contain it anymore.”

“And you turned her into…” She didn’t know how to describe what had become of the princess’s former lady-in-waiting. “You don’t understand.” The warmth of her budding flower disappeared, replaced by eyes filled with desperation and rage. “You don’t understand what she said. She deserved it.” Swirling hues of red began to emerge, painting her pupils in a mesmerizing display. “Forgive me.” The ambassador lifted her hands in mock surrender. “I only mean to understand you better, princess.” Slender fingers reached out, taking her own. “You didn’t come here by chance,” she whispered, touching the sticky residue on her palm.

“You told me only you knew of this place. I’m here for the same reason you are.” The dignitary pulled away and stood over the shallow grave. She knit her fingers together before sliding them apart. The earth cracked at her command. The princess stumbled back, eyes so impossibly wide the ambassador feared they might pop out of her skull. She walked back to the sack and dragged it to the fissure before heaving it in with a grunt. With a similar motion, the earth slid back into place. “You’re not the only one who has secrets, princess.”

#lesbian #sapphic #sapphic yearning #short story #wlw #wlw post #lesbian short story #lesbians #sapphic short story #villain #the beginning of a villain #princess x ambassador #princess #royal #royalty #villains #antagonist #gore #cw: gore

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sukirichi · 3 years

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black magic [02]

request. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife) + sukuna’s first time with his wife

cw. slight angst, insecurities, lots of making out, virginity loss, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, sukuna worships reader, spitting, cum eating, teasing! sukuna, face-off kamasutra position, soft dom! sukuna, unedited fic, pwp

song inspo. leave the door open (bruno mars)

note. i want a husband sukuna

part one | part two

Sukuna gently takes your palm into his, soft and warm lips meeting your bruised knuckles that have seen years of hard work in exorcising curses like him. Uncanny that he showed so much affection to his enemy by nature, treating you with such care and tenderness that shouldn’t have been so possible for an evil creature like him. You’re supposed to love it, be grateful for it, yet his sweet gestures only irritate you, even more so when he retires to bed just like that without even so much sparing a glance your way.

You’ve been married for a year now that you’ve had enough of his confusing gestures towards you. One moment, he was showering you with love, regarding you like you were the light of his life before he’s walking away the next moment and pretending you don’t exist.

He was so infuriating. He would kiss you and hold you, but never touch you or be in the same room with you any longer than an hour. Even in bed, he’s always making sure his back is turned to you, peeling your arms off of him each time you attempt to cuddle him on times it got too cold. It hurts and dwells dangerously at the back of your mind – it would’ve been better if he got angry at you and announced he despised you, but he never did – that his hot and cold nature bothered you more than anything else.

You’ve eventually had enough that you just stopped caring. Barging in during his bath time, your nostrils flare upon seeing your husband so relaxed in the tub. Even after a year of marriage, he’s so unaffected and unaware by your need for him.

He really doesn’t care.

“Little one,” Sukuna blinks as he sits up from the tub, strong arms hanging off the edges of the bed. You admit; he really was beautiful and a desirable man that you couldn’t help it, couldn’t help but crave the one thing you knew you weren’t supposed to have. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you not want me?” you suddenly demand, tears already streaming down your face faster than you would like. Hell, you never wanted to cry in the first place. “Am I not desirable enough for you?”

Sukuna chuckles nervously.

Oh, great, now he’s nervous around you?

“What are you going on about?”

“Don’t act like I don’t know what you’re doing,” you snap, “Every time we go to bed, you always put some distance between us and keep to your side of the bed. You push me away when I try to reach for you and you never touch me or kiss me on the lips. I-I understand this marriage was against your will, but I’m still your wife and I need you, okay?” chest tightening uncomfortably, you place a hand over your poor, aching heart that is further crippled when Sukuna’s face falls. “I just feel like...you’re sickened by me, like you cannot stand to be with me in the same room as me. It makes me feel like...it would’ve been better if I wasn’t here.”

You don’t know what kind of response you’re expecting from him after your outburst, but definitely not him standing up to loom over you. You respectfully avert your eyes from the sinful image of water dripping down his defined body, but it’s too late and he’s too close already that you won’t be surprised if he can hear your heartbeat pumping frantically.

He was large and imposing, truly a terrifying sight right before you especially with his tattoos that trail and wrap all around his muscular thighs, yet you’re not nervous because he could hurt you.

Rather, you’re agitated because he’s so close, so within reach that if you step a little closer, you could easily find the warmth you’ve been dreaming of for so long.

You’re frustrated because you want him though you shouldn’t.

Just then, Sukuna caresses your cheek and pulls the both of you back in the tub with you above him, and him lazily grinning above you. You gasp, abashed, that your clothes were soaked to the brim and it stuck close to your damp skin until it took the shape of your silhouette. Sukuna, on the other hand, is completely unbothered as he eyes your pebbled nipples poking through the thin material of your nightgown and simply drags you forward on his thighs.

“S-Sukuna—”

“You really have no idea, do you?” he whispers lowly, his long claws carefully tracing down the sides of your jaw. “My innocent, little lamb...the reason I distance myself from you is because every waking day that you are right beside me, my self-restraint thins, and I’m not sure I can hold back a little longer from you taming me,” Sukuna’s dark eyes brims with something unreadable as he holds your gaze. The look he wears is beyond intense that he takes your breath away, literally, and you’re left gaping at him silently. “I push you away because I want you more than anything else, but I respect you and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You-you want me?”

“Clearly, little one, you’re inherently unaware of how captivating you are,” Sukuna says as if if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and you shiver at his words – or from the cold water, you don’t really know. “Stop looking at me like you want me to kiss you. I may not stop once I get a taste of you. Like I said before – I won’t touch you unless you asked.”

You do remember him saying that from your first time together, but your head goes blank, and no words leave your lips even as you mouth nonsense.

Sukuna taps your lips. “Speak, little one. You need to use your big girl words.”

“Kiss me,” you vociferated in one breath, desperately clutching on your thighs. “Please.”

For a moment, you think he’s going to push you away as his eyes narrow into suspicion, but soon he’s tugging at your collar to bring you down for a heated kiss. Sukuna is tugging your robes down until your collarbones are exposed, his tongue and lips leaving yours to leave marks and love bites all over the patch of skin instead. You tug at his hair as you crane your neck to the side, succumbing to the undeniable pleasure his warmth and greediness consumes you with.

Grinding down on his groin, you notice he’s already hard. Hard for you, and this realization makes you kiss him back hungrily as you whimper above him.

Sukuna is feverishly sucking on your tongue and pawing at your breasts the next instant before the spell is immediately broken just as it happened. For before you could reciprocate the same amount of eagerness he kissed you with, Sukuna is already sliding you off of him until you’re on the other side of the tub, left staring at him wordlessly with his lips red and swollen.

“Not today, little one. I think that’s enough.”

You hear your heart shatter into pieces. Pride; it was about the only thing you had, but it seemed even that had been taken away from you.

“You really don’t want me.”

Your voice cracked as your eyes began to tear up.

“No, love, that’s not what I meant,” he groans into his hands, “Believe me, I’d spent enough nights sweaty and frustrated knowing I can’t ravish you and have those lush thighs around me already,” waiting for him to continue, Sukuna sighs and holds you closer, though he could only caress your knee right now that you’re wary of getting hurt again. “This is your first time, okay? I want to make it special for you – you’re not experiencing bliss with me if it happens impulsively with you barging in my bath.”

Something like hope lights up inside you.

“Y-you’ll really do that for me?”

“Tch, brat, don’t go all soft on me now. I wouldn’t suggest testing my patience even further,” he playfully flicks your forehead when you tried to kiss him again, but Sukuna is already tilting his cheek to other side before you could. You would’ve been heartbroken again that he’s refused you, but his words held more than reassurance – and so did his uncomfortably hard cock – that all previous insecurities vanished into thin air.

Sukuna grabs you by the waist to plant your feet on the ground outside the tub, carrying you as if you were nothing more than a ragdoll to him. “Now go and get changed. I’ll fuck you another time.”

“Don’t say it like that!”

“My deepest apologies, little one,” he commented sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, though his smile turned genuinely warm the last minute. “I’ll make love to you when you’re ready.”

He must’ve lied.

You’re annoyed because Sukuna is intentionally avoiding you and acting like you don’t exist. Pissed off, you go into a curse exorcising spree to get the King of Curses out of your mind, reminding yourself that he was vile like them and he didn’t deserve even a second of your time.

Although no matter how hard you tried, your mind still kept racing back to him even as you come back home, bloody and tired when you realize the temple is eerily quiet. Not a living soul could be found around, no servant fretted at your arrival and your husband most definitely did not lurk in the shadows like he usually did. The only sign the temple hadn’t been abandoned yet were the lines of candles trailing down the hall to your shared room with him, and you gasp as you see the petals decorating the bed and rose-scented candles lit everywhere.

Sukuna was nowhere to be seen.

But he was felt as he kisses your neck, his hands untying the knots of your yukata. You stiffen in reflex before relaxing as soon you recognize his scent. Behind you, Sukuna pauses, his lips still in the column of your neck.

“You’re upset.” He wasn’t asking; rather observing.

“Not anymore,” you mumble in response, although you weren’t entirely convinced even as you come closer to the bed, your husband trailing behind with his pinky looped to yours. “Did you do all this for me?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“I love it, thank you,” you hide your smile for him, not wanting him to see that it’s so easy to alleviate your anger to him. He has to earn your approval again, so you turn to him with a forced scowl and arms crossed against your chest. “But why were you ignoring me for days?”

You intended to look intimidating, but the King of Curses only laughed.

“You look cute when you’re mad. Plus, it made you want me more than you already do, didn’t it?” he chastised, the implications of his words making you pout in humiliation. Sukuna is quick to step closer to you, cupping your cheeks into his hand, and you hated how easily you leaned into his touch. Nevertheless, you turned away from him, using all your energy to muster your most serious ‘I’m not bothered’ face.

“Aw, don’t be shy, it’s written all over your face, little one,” he breathes on the shell of your ear, hands trailing down to lightly drape your clothes below your shoulders. Unable to hold it back, you end up shivering at his featherlike touches.

“It’s okay. I loved hearing your soft whimpers every time you touched yourself in the bath, thinking that I’m probably not around to hear, hm? You forget I sense everything,” his laugh is mocking yet laced with lust, “From the frantic singing of your heart, the way you tense up a little when I’m around, or the way those beautiful legs of yours clench together each time my robe is a little loosened,” Sukuna dips his nose right under your jaw where his tongue darts out to lick a flat stripe down your neck, and just like that, you’re breathlessly clutching on his white robes that are already unfastened. Damned tease.

“Even the smell of your arousal is enticing me to enrapture you right now, little one. I can practically hear the silent begging in that pretty little head of yours.”

You forgot how to breathe.

“B-but I’m dirty, I just finished exorcising curses.”

“Would it be comedic if I said I am aroused at the thought my wife could easily end me right here and now?” shaking your head at him, Sukuna smiles mysteriously. “But you won’t, would you? You need me too much for that,” he leans closer than he already was before, his lips just a breath away from yours. “Tell me, do you want me?”

“Yes,” you whispered breathily, “Please, Sukuna, touch me.”

“It’s my love to you.”

“Not Your Majesty?”

“Hmm, that is delightful to hear as well,” he says, “But let’s our drop our titles. For now, whatever happens between us is intimately between man and wife. Now go clean up, little one. I’ll be waiting for you once you’re ready.”

You waste no time into darting to the bath, scrubbing the blood and dirt on each nook and crevice of your body until you’re squeaky clean. You’re about to head back to bed when you quickly practice puckering your lips to make yourself look desirable, muttering hopefully flirty lines that would make your husband want you more before calling it quits from the embarrassment you caused upon yourself.

By the time you’ve completely dried and moisturized yourself to absolute perfection that you’re confident of yourself, you find Sukuna emptily staring into the ceilings. “Done already? Someone’s eager.”

You roll your eyes at him. Why did you like him again?

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Gladly, little one,” he confides, patting his thighs to encourage you to climb onto him. Now that things were actually getting real and your endless dreams would soon become reality, your palms grow sweaty as you settle yourself onto his lap. “You tell me right away if I’m hurting you, you understand? One word and I’ll stop; though I doubt you’ll be in your right mind to want to stop once I’ve had my way with you.”

You don’t really understand much of what he’s saying anymore.

He’s kissing you so slowly, so passionately and you’re both undressing each other that nothing but desire and lust clouds your thoughts in that moment. You’re drunk on the sweet taste of him, his natural musky scent beyond intoxicating for your mortal self to handle. Too lost in the bliss of finally being intimate with him, you don’t realize Sukuna has already pushed your towel down until it pools at your waists. His sharp intake of breath is the only thing that pulls you back to reality as he greedily takes in each beautiful curve and dip of your body.

His stare is so fervid that you grow shy and cover yourself, where Sukuna quickly grips your wrist as a warning. “No. You do not hide yourself from me.”

“Then stop staring too much.”

“Is it a sin to appreciate divine beauty?” he tilts his head to the side and blinks at you innocently. “You are ethereal, my wife.”

Before you could be too flustered to respond, Sukuna fortunately saves you from the embarrassment by kissing you again, though it doesn’t last long before his mouth is trailing from your collarbone and down to your breasts. You mewl as Sukuna eagerly sucks on one breast, the other showered with attention from his rough, calloused palms. Meanwhile, you push his clothes away to expose his strong shoulders which you use as leverage because his ministrations make you feel like you’re losing control over your own body.

Rolling your hips on his erect cock, Sukuna groans through your skin, squeezing your breast hard enough that you can’t take it anymore right after he tweaks your nipple. “Love, please, I need you right now.”

“Patience, little one,” he reminds, “I need to prepare you well.”

“I’ve been waiting for months, Sukuna, I’m sure I’m more than ready.”

“Emotionally, sure, but physically?” he chuckles darkly, “Little one, do you not understand your nimble fingers cannot compare to my cock? I might hurt you if you’re not stretched out enough.”

“Then stop kissing me and start—” you’re cut off with a gasp, your nails sinking down harder into his skin the moment his fingers began to rub at your pussy. “Y-your claws—”

“I kept them for years, but I had to cut them just for you, little one. What do you have to say about that?”

“Thank you,” you offer with a breathy moan, head falling into his shoulder from the overwhelming yet welcomed intrusion. “Oh, Sukuna, it’s too good, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he bites the shell of your ear and tugs at the lobe, basically biting it between his teeth to distract you from another long and thick digit pushing past your walls. “One more?”

“O-oh!” his thumb has now joined the party by rubbing soothing circles on your clit, effortlessly pulling your lips aside with the rest of his digits to expose your sensitive bundles of nerves for him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on yours the whole time, watching and drinking in the face you make – pleasure written all over your features from the swollen lips, pupils blown wide, and desire pooling in swirls of curiosity and eagerness. It’s a face he never wants to forget; a face he wants to see more of that Sukuna eventually lays you down against the pillows, admiring how unreal you looked in that moment.

Hair splayed all over the pillow, legs spread wide open with his hands caressing your core, and a strong arm gripping his with small gasps accompanied by desperate calls for his name to do more, please you more – your words instantly translate into commands.

“You are so beautiful,” Sukuna praises rather angrily, “Never forget that. Each inch of you, fuck, you are the most dangerous mortal, you know that?”

You don’t have time to react before he’s going down on you and spreads your legs apart, keeping them pinned down to the bed. The stretch hurts but he easily soothes your pain by massaging your inner thighs, crawling down to kiss your ankles, then licking all the way up to your knee where he stops for a second, only to happily be on your sopping cunt the next moment. He’s peppering barely there kisses to your inner thighs just on your outer lips, his breath warm and teasing on your heat.

It feels like he intends to ruin you tonight.

“Sukuna, stop teasing!”

“What do you want me to do, little one?” he grins from between your legs, the vibrations of his chuckles resonating deep within your cunt that sporadically clenches right in front of his face that’s shamelessly imprinting your scent deep into his memory. “How can I make you feel good?”

“You know how!”

“You need to tell me so I know. I can’t read your mind.”

“Your mouth...”

Sukuna’s smile grows wider the longer you struggle to find your words, but exactly how in the world could you say such vulgar things out loud? He is far more patient tonight than any other day, however, that Sukuna props himself to his elbows to peer up at you innocently. “Where do you want my mouth and what should I do with it?”

Swallowing the rest of your pride, you finally utter: “T-taste me...down there.”

“Here?” he prods your clit, pulling a high-pitched gasp from you. Your husband’s smirk is nothing short of condescending just before he finally kisses your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth until you writhe before him. It takes minimal effort for someone of his strength to hold your legs in place, his grip just tight enough to be commanding. The thought of being completely in his mercy made your head spin in circles, your chest heaving up and down from the pleasure he was blessing yet torturing you with. “You’re so responsive, little one. I’m honoured I’m the one who gets to make you feel like this.”

“M-more, please, I need more.”

You expect him to tease you further, but your husband must’ve noticed that you’re too edged and decided to have pity on you. He doesn’t waste another second before he’s wrapping his lips around your pussy, treating it as if it were your own lips that always tasted like honey.

Sukuna is completely immersed in the act of pleasuring you with his tongue only, so much so that he’s silent aside from the little hums he lets out while you moan for him.

Unable to care about being too loud anymore (not that you needed to since Sukuna had made everyone go back home to give you both privacy) you find yourself throwing your head back, legs falling open wider to grant him deeper access to your most sensitive parts. Sukuna continues to massage your inner thighs and even drags the back of your knee to rest on his muscular back littered with battle scars and tattoos, the dark markings on his skin flexing with each movement. His eyes are closed and his nose is grazing against your swollen clit that had reddened already, your pussy lips opening up like a new world he had to explore, and explore he would.

Your hands find solace in his hair the shade of gentle sunsets that were often shared in lazy kisses and subtle touches, nails dragging across his scalp just enough to make your husband hiss right between your legs. Something begins to tighten in your belly as you grind your clit onto his face, too absorbed in the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue now poking against your entrance and the past barrier slowly blooming open to welcome him.

With shaking legs and a chest drenched in sweat, pebbled nipples further stimulated by the cold breeze drifting in from the windows, your eyes snap open as that rope snapped deep within your belly.

Your gaze shoots down below you to watch your husband ardently lapping your juices like a man starved. Now this wasn’t new to you – you’ve heard enough about the King of Curses and his bloodlust. Whispers of his thirst and desire to slay entire towns and even feast on mortals’ souls was enough to keep you at bay when you were still a young sorcerer, for it was already a blatant warning that Sukuna would feed on anything and anyone, that his hunger was quite something that couldn’t be satiated.

But seeing him unhinged and a slave to pleasing you has never felt more erotic that you ride out your orgasm, toes curling and legs trembling every now and then from the aftershocks of your high.

Slowly, Sukuna darts out his tongue one last time just to leave a teasing touch to your clit before he’s crawling right above you again. The ceiling is obscured by his large frame hovering over you, arms trapped between your head and his gallant member poking just between your thighs. You end up shivering under him as your husband regards you – with affection, pride, curiosity – gentle in comparison to his true nature in caressing your cheek, both of you unbothered by the slick that meets your skin.

“Are you okay?” he breathes out, watching your fucked out smile bloom into a felicitous grin.

“Perfect,” you mumble, although rather shyly. You’d seen him naked before, but never hard, and never with the intention that soon you’d truly be connected – in heart, in body, in mind, and in soul. The thought makes your heart skip a beat, your eyelids growing hooded as Sukuna absentmindedly traces patterns on the curve of your hip. “Sukuna...you’re perfect.”

Your husband laughs, the sound of his glee contagious that you’re chuckling with him as well. “Have you seen yourself, little one? I think I fall for you harder each day.”

His sudden confession brings about a silence in the room, but it wasn’t comfortable, and neither was it tense. If anything, it destroys any traces of previous hesitation and pent up anger that’s only been formed in the first place due to the fact he was Curse and you a sorcerer.

The nature of your relationship had been paradoxical to begin with, perhaps even beastly, but nothing was beastly about it now as you wrap an arm around his neck to bring him closer to you. And Sukuna was just that – the man, the Curse, the feared King whose simple mention of his name made mere mortals tremble – the same person that somehow understands your silence better than anyone. No words were needed when he could read your mind and knew his way around your heart a little too much, not once leaving his lips on yours as he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you before him. Both of your skins are hot and flushed, yet you’re greedily touching and pulling at one another, his large palms clawing at your ass to pry your pussy lips open while you drag your nails down his chest.

He grunts into your mouth; the sound deep and masculine that it vibrates all the way down to your core. You gasp into his mouth – your breath immediately swallowed by his tongue that dances with yours – once you feel him slip inside.

The stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before.

You’ve fought and exorcised countless of curses that pain was no stranger to you at this point, but never had you felt so...alien to a sensation both tragic and addicting. Pulling away to breathe air back into your lungs, your forehead knocks with Sukuna until your noses are brushing against the others, mouth hanging open as your walls struggle to accommodate him.

“Oh, oh god,” you mewl above him, eyes wide open as you witness each inch of his cock disappearing from the motion of you swallowing his length whole. He was big; terrifyingly so, and you shake with fear that you wouldn’t be able to take him or that he might rip you apart. “Su-Sukuna—”

“You’re fine,” he reassures by pulling your cheeks back to him, your delicate face trapped between his rough hands. Although his eyes are dark with lust, there’s a tenderness behind them that placates you. “You can tell me to stop if it hurts. Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

There’s no lie or hesitation behind your voice. Sukuna watches your face carefully to detect any sign of discomfort, but you want this, want him, and the pleasure combined with the tolerable sting only makes you desire him even more. The mere fact that there had to be pain and sacrifice, that you had to place your whole trust in him before you could truly succumb to the pleasure and love that created light and hope in this world was enough for you to want to keep going.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, and Sukuna wipes away the frown on your face with the pads of his fingers.

He allows you to go at your own pace until you’re completely seated on his cock, the heated member throbbing so hard inside you that you think he’s poking and prodding right deep into a place where you could hold him close the most.

It’s too much and too good that for once, you let your walls crash down as you bury yourself in his shoulder. Sukuna holds you closer by pulling you right into his chest, large arms wrapped around your frame while your breasts tease the rugged and taut muscles of his body. Even the slightest movement of you adjusting yourself on his lap makes his cock graze against your bumpy walls that you’re both moaning left and right. As you struggle to make sense of the sensations bursting within you, Sukuna’s self restraint hangs dangerously by a piece of thread. You can tell by how he’s cupping your ass and lifting your body up effortlessly before he slides you back down on his thick pole, that single, simple gesture repeated over and over again along with him bringing his hips back up to meet your warmth sending a scorching heat all over your body.

“Love, that’s, fuck,” you curse incoherently, and upon hearing a profanity leave your otherwise innocent lips makes something snap inside your husband.

Sukuna is gripping onto your hips for dear life as he bounces you up and down on his cock, tilting his head back just to scrutinize your connected bodies. A thick ring of white cream surrounds the base of his cock until it slides down on his veiny cock, sounds of skin slapping against skin and the loud squelching of your pussy even more beautiful than the screams mortals have moments right before their death in his hands. But Sukuna be damned – you felt too good that this might as well have been his death.

“You feel so fucking good,” he praises through gritted teeth, easily manhandling you and throwing you back on the bed where he’s on you in a second. “Look at you, little one, taking my huge cock so well. It’s like you’re made just for me – you want to be with me, don’t you? I would please you, fuck you good every day, yes, fuck!”

Sukuna ended up hitting a spot that equated to uncharted territory, causing you to tighten around him with a sharp cry. “Oh, right there, right there!” you rub your clit for further stimulation, moaning louder when he hoists both your legs on his chest.

He presses your legs and hugs his around his arms, flipping it to the side until your feet are right beside his ears. Sukuna has gone completely feral – his pace and drive animalistic, growling like a predator consuming his prey before he softens, kissing your ankles just as he grips your legs to make them squish together. The sudden lack of space makes your pussy tighter and more sensitive for him that you’re fisting the sheets right beside you, too fucked out to even form a coherent sentence. You’re babbling mindlessly on how good he’s making you feel, completely limp and motionless under him from how deep he’s hitting.

“Please, please, please—” you cry out, reaching out just seconds away from your orgasm with the need to touch him. Sukuna gives in and lets go of your legs until they fall at your side, stretching you out further from when he leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

He’s caressing your cheeks and swipes a thumb over your tears, quite nearly folding your half. His balls are slapping against your ass the harder he thrusts inside you, but his hips are stuttering and he’s panting right beside your ear that you can tell he’s close. It prompts you to wiggle under him to wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer and clutching his scalp just to have him impossibly close, because even thinking about letting him go sounds too painful, especially now that he’s claimed you as his just as you’ve marked him yours.

“I worship you,” he blurts out with a few final thrusts that has you crumbling under him in a silent scream, your focus completely on his dark, passionate eyes as you came. Sukuna then laces his fingers through yours while he pumps himself inside you, your walls milking him of everything he’s got. “You are divine, my wife, you have bewitched me for eternity.”

“Sukuna,” you call out weakly, and he’s quick to litter kisses all over your face from your whimpers. “Sukuna-I-I—”

“Shh, I know, I know,” Sukuna places a finger on your lips, letting you calm down from that earth shattering orgasm he just gave you. He pulls his spent dick out a minute later and scoops up your cum that’s spilling out from your pussy lips, his gaze never leaving yours the whole while he sucks his fingers inside his mouth. He’s so dirty and erotic that you’re clenching around nothing once more, but he shakes his head with a low chuckle as if he can sense you want more. Sukuna kisses you just to transfer the cum mixed with spit right onto your tongue, gripping your jaw when your eyes widen at him. “Swallow it, little one. That’s just a taste of what I could give to you.”

You don’t know what pulled you to actually swallow it – it tastes bitter and even a little salty, though it had a bittersweet tinge of scent to it that you don’t mind, especially not when Sukuna just stares at you like you’re most his prized possession.

Sukuna is right by your side the next moment. He’s tamed the next moment, pure comfort and bliss from the way he’s tenderly running his fingers up and down the sides of your body like he’s memorizing the feel of you around him. You both don’t say anything as you place your cheek right above his chest, arms locked on his chest in a desperate cling, but neither does he want you to let go. Sukuna threads his fingers on your hair before you feel his lips caress the crown of your head, mumbling sweet nothings right as you’re welcoming sleep.

Until he taps your breast.

“Little one?”

“Yes?”

“We never had our honeymoon, do we?” he queries, and you twist your head to face him as your brows draw together in thought.

“No, I don’t think we did. I pushed you away from me on our first night together, remember?”

Sukuna’s eyes shone with mischief. “How could I forget? You tried to kill me right after our wedding,” both of you share a laugh at the memory, though there were no more harsh feelings or contempt shared, only love, and love only. Sukuna softens under your gaze as your chuckles tinker down to a giggle, your finger teasingly drawing circles on his chest as you bite your lip. And like always, Sukuna knows you just a little too well. “I know that look. What is it that you want, little one?”

“You.”

“Me?” he repeats with a dark chuckle that sends heat right down to your womanhood. “You already have me, little one, your wish has been granted a long time ago.”

Your face burns. “I mean, I want you. Again. One more.”

“One more?”

“Or maybe a lot more,” you pipe up, but Sukuna’s smirk is growing more and more devious that your former tenacity soon dwindles down into meekness. “O-only if you want to. You must be tired.”

“Little one, I’m the King of Curses, did you really think I would be tired from fucking my sweet little wife?” At his words, Sukuna tilts your chin until you’re left with no choice but to be held captive under his lust. He leans down to teasingly bite your bottom lip, and you’re already breathing hard as you feel his hands begin to trail down to your core that’s more than eager to take him all over again. “Like I said, I worship you, and I’m nothing but a bewitched man who would gladly fuck his wife as long as she asks.”

Safe to say, you couldn’t exorcise curses for quite some time.

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azsazz · 2 years

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Sway

Cassian x Reader

Summary: Smut with no plot.

Warnings: SMUT!

Word Count: 1,471

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He knew you were at it again, it was easy to tell, with you sending every emotion – every wave of pleasure down the bond. He’d called off training early once he figured out what was going on, the arousal so obvious and so unyielded that he couldn’t block you out for one second to concentrate.

“Tell me how hard you want it,” he growls, rubbing the head of his cock against your pussy. It’s hot, oh so hot, and your eyes roll back into your head, hips bucking up on their own.

He flicks your clit with his finger and your eyes shoot open, gasping at the feeling. “Tell me,” his voice is lower now, like how you’d imagine him speaking to his enemies, trying to tear important information out of them much like he is with you. Like his need to know how hard you want it is life or death for him.

As fast as he’s hurting it he’s rubbing the nub beneath his large calloused thumb. You writhe on the bed, letting out a soft whine, the thoughts ebbing from your mind.

“Tell me I don’t have to hold back.”

You shake your head furiously, edging closer and closer to that sweet release. If you’re lucky, he might just give it to you.

You better start forming words, and fast.

“Cass…please…” every word is a struggle with the way he’s making you feel. The warlord smirks down at you, hazel eyes alight with lust and you nearly come right then when he licks his lips, eyeing you like a feast. “Whatever you want, do whatever you want,” you nearly sob.

Satisfied with your response he pulls you to the edge of the bed with ease, sinking to his knees, ready to worship you like you are his God. His thumb stays planted where it is, rubbing hypnotic circles into your clit while he uses his other hand to drag your legs up over his shoulders.

He licks a stripe over your pussy, sighing at the taste of your wetness. His breath is hot, makes you arch your back before he’s diving in, tongue flicking against you, then sucking softly. You shudder at the feeling, jaw hanging open and utterly boneless as he fucks into you with his tongue.

You convulse with pleasure as he ravishes you, the steady rhythm of his tongue sweeping back and forth across your clit driving you over the edge with his name a cry on your lips. Your thighs clench around his head but he only hums against the sensitive nub, unbothered by your legs. It pushes you further over the edge, prolonging your orgasm.

The warlord laps up some of the slick and you shudder as his tongue dances across your still sensitive bud. He presses kisses into your trembling thighs, apologizing in advance for what he’s about to do, knowing you’ll be lucky if you can make it out of bed tomorrow.

He towers over you for a moment, hair falling out of the elastic he’d so haphazardly thrown in his hair before going down on you. He looks everything like sin, wings splayed wide, showing off, standing tall with a gorgeous smirk on his wet lips.

Every cell in your body is crying out for the warlord whose gentle caress against your hips turns firm as he forces you up the bed.

It’s not fair. Not fair that you lay completely bare before him while his bottom is still covered with his leathers. The fabric scratches erotically against your skin as he climbs up your body, mouth catching yours in a heated kiss.

Your hands slide down that tan skin, puckering with scars from battles and wars that raged before your very existence, catching on the belt of his pants, finding exactly what you were looking for.

“Take your pants off before I fucking cut them off of you,” your voice is hoarse, breathless, but the threat is completely serious as you aim the blade at him.

It’s easy for him to disarm you, those years of training are like second nature, easily able to assess a threat and have a plan of action. Swiftly twisting the knife from your grip, teeth glinting like the blade in the soft light from the lamp. Perhaps another time, he must decide, sheathing the knife back into his leathers before working his way out of them, eyes focused solely on you as he – for once – obeys your command.

You’re vibrating with want for his thick dick to split you in half by the time it makes its appearance, standing at attention and beading at the tip. Your mouth waters with the need of the familiar weight of it on your tongue.

He stops you with a gentle hand on your shoulder, kissing the question out of your mouth, pressing up into your body with his instead. Muscles taut against yours, his large hands trail over every part of you that he can reach.

Your own hands flit over the ridge of his wings and he spurs into action, rutting against you hopelessly. He swallows your moan and you rake your hands into his hair, pulling the band out completely and tossing it aside, his hair tumbling down around the two of you like a curtain.

“Cassian,” you gasp, panting as he growls lightly, not pleased with the kiss being broken. He immediately moves to your neck, mouthing and sucking harshly. “Get on with it.”

“Isn’t this how they do it in your romance novels?” You go still at his teasing tone. “He trailed kisses down her neck and across her chest…” he mimics the action. Your cheeks flush, legs falling open and pussy throbbing as he recites the words of your current read sensually, “Nipping and sucking at her nipple while he kneaded the other one in his large hands…”

“Okay,” you respond through clenched teeth although it is deeply arousing, and you’re sure he can feel it through the bond, “I get it.”

But he continues on, “Heat pooled in her stomach and he must’ve scented it on her, for as his cock found it’s way home–” You gasp as he sheaths himself fully inside of you.

He doesn’t hesitate, hips rising and sinking like you’re the only thing left to live for. You can agree that it doesn't feel far off at the moment.

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to go harder. It feels so good, every time he pulls out and presses back in you feel your insides flutter with want and need. His chest is pressed up against your own, skin sticking and dragging pleasurably. Sweat dampens his hair and you watch a bead roll down the column of his throat.

He pushes down harder and harder, setting a pace that you’d been wishing he was working with at the start. Your whole body is thrumming with pleasure, the Warlord thrusting into you harshly.

Cassian’s hands grip your thighs tightly and you whimper with pleasure, knowing you’ll have fingerprint shaped bruises, though they always heal too quickly.

You don’t even need to get a hand on yourself, with the way your stomach is already coiling with the feeling of another orgasm building up. You’re so full, blissed out on Cassian’s cock that you don’t need anything extra to push you over the edge. You come even harder than before, a breathless moan escaping your lips as he buries into you.

“I feel like I need an eighth siphon when you’re around, with the way you drive me wild,” he groans, fucking into you, deep, so deep. You shudder with ecstasy, clenching around his dick.

Cassian lets out a primal roar when he releases into you, body moving out of pure instinct. He ruts into you until he becomes too sensitive, nipping at your ear, cheek, then mouth as he pulls out of you.

You immediately feel empty, but he pulls you into his arms, tight against his chest. His chest is still heaving, like he’s just had the most intense training session of his life. You brush a strand of hair from his face and he chases your hand with his teeth, playfully biting at you.

You can’t help but admire him in the low light of the room. “Thank you,” you whisper, fingers scratching lightly over his muscled arm.

He kisses you on the forehead, eyes glimmering with the purest form of love. When it’s like this, the two of you away from your friends, your responsibilities in the court, he was different. So full of love and passion, not at all like the warlord he is supposed to be.

“No, thank you,” his response is quiet, nearly a whisper in the wind, “For loving me in a way I didn’t think anyone could.”

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saintlike78 · 3 years

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Hey love, u alright?

If have no problem here go one request; Marauders(without the rat) x Fem!Reader, the reader's first time in her subspace. How the boys know, and how they react (since this is the first time, and they probably don't know how to bring her back)

By; Cora🌈 (and my god, your writing it's soooooo perfect, really i'm in love)

Come back for us [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Cora, thank you so much for your request! Loved the “minus the rat” hehe. Writing this I kinda figured out that I’m not that good at writing subspace, but I tried for you… I hope you like it.

Pairings: Poly Marauders x Fem! Reader

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: NSFW! 16+, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving and giving), subspace, degradation, praise, aftercare, dom! Remus, dom! Sirius, switch! James, sub! reader, mention of cum, polyamorous relationship, use of swearwords. As always lmk if I missed anything.

NSFW starts right under the cut!

“Such a dumb little cockslut,” Sirius grunted out, hips rutting against yours at a brutal pace.

“Dumb cockslut,” you echoed, voice dreamy and breathy, moans spilling out from deep within you.

Your eyes were glazed over, and your mind felt fuzzy, you could only concentrate on one thing and that was being good for your three boys. The sound of skin slapping, James’ gags, and all of your moans were filling the room with a lewd soundtrack.

You were under Sirius and beside you Remus’ cock was buried deep within James’ mouth, chasing his high as he fucked into his mouth with no remorse.

“You like that, you filthy slut? Like me destroying that pretty little pussy?” Sirius’s hand was around your throat, squeezing slightly to gain your attention.

“Y-y-es,” you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yes, what?” Remus said beside you, not letting you forget your manners.

“Ye-s, sir… pre-tty pus-sy,” your voice was slurred, your mind not really there.

Sirius chuckled, “Ya fucked dumb, pup? Where’s that pretty little mind gone?

Your eyes found his, your mouth open and whines met his ears. Your eyes were wide, and Sirius let out a pleasurable groan, “you look so pretty and innocent, baby, but what are you?”

“A du-mb cockslut,” you answered without thinking earning a nod of approval from the raven-haired boy above you.

His thrusts sped up at the sound of Remus finishing in James’ mouth and grunting out “swallow”, which James quickly complied to.

Sirius’ hips stuttered as he emptied his seed into you causing you to moan at the sinful feeling.

“There you go, pup, taking it all so well,” he praised, your heart swelled inside your chest, Sirius’ praise always making you swoon.

He slowly pulled out, earning a whine from you.

James raised his head from his position in front of Remus’ cock and moved to be between your legs instead. “Don’t worry, greedy girl, you won’t be empty for long.”

You whined again, “I’m not greedy… I’m a good girl.”

“Yeah? Then show us,” James said and flipped you over on your stomach, lifting you to be on your hands and knees.

He slowly entered you, giving you no time to adjust before he started snapping his hips at a brutal pace. He let out a loud groan at the feeling of your slick walls filled with Sirius’ cum.

Your arms were shaking and the weight on them caused them to give away causing you to fall into the soft mattress.

James grabbed ahold of your arms pulling you up so your back met his toned chest; he wrapped his arms around your front, keeping you in place. Your head automatically fell back to rest on his shoulder as whines and whimpers left your mouth. James cooed and brushed his thumb over your sensitive nipples, “tired, baby?”.

“No… keep going,” you didn’t want him to stop, you wanted to please him.

Remus moved to be in front of you, grabbing your face and connecting your lips in a heated kiss. His thumb swiping over your cheeks in a comforting manner as he breathed in all of your whimpers.

Sirius was beside you know, laying and enjoying the show, but because he hates feeling left out used his own thumb to swipe over your aching clit and rub fast circles on it. If James hadn’t been holding you and Remus hadn’t been in front of you, you would have toppled forward, but instead, you just jolted at the sensation and a long moan left your lips.

“You gonna cum, baby?” James asked, but already knowing the answer as your cunt was squeezing and contracting around him.

You whimpered and nodded, “yes, please, can I?”

Remus looked into your eyes and smiled adoringly at you, “of course you can since you’ve been such a good girl.”

“Yeah, go ahead and cum around Prongs’ cock like the little slut you are,” Sirius’ answer was a huge contrast to Remus’s, but they both carried the same message, and you didn’t waste any time doing as they said.

Your eyes rolled back, and your body shook at the overpowering feeling of your orgasm, your cunt contracting and pulsing around James. Your vision blurry and starry as you felt James’ hips stutter and still as he finished as well, his cum mixing with your own and Sirius’.

He let you catch your breath, kissing your neck lovingly before pulling out. You fell forward into Remus’ grasp, clinging to him.

“Did so good for us, bunny,” he softly spoke as he caressed your hair.

“One more.”

“huh? You want more?” Remus looked confused between James and Sirius, you had already been going at it for quite some time and were obviously exhausted.

“Wanna be good for you, I can go more,” you spoke, voice very slurred as if you were drunk.

“You did do good… were done, baby, we’re all tired… gotta clean you up now and go to bed,” James said, stroking your back.

You lifted your face to look at Remus, your eyes filled with tears, “no, I can go again, I promise… please, I want to be good for you,” you were repeating yourself and your three boys could feel themselves starting to panic at your disheveled state.

“We can’t go again, pup, we’re all done… we can go again tomorrow,” Sirius spoke softly.

“You don’t want me anymore?” tears leaked out of your eyes as you sobbed out the words.

Sirius cooed and grabbed your trembling body, holding you tightly against him as you cried. “Of course, we want you, pup… we’re just tired… I promise we’ll go again tomorrow.”

“But y-you don’t w-want me now,” you whimpered into his neck, your tears wetting and cooling Sirius’ skin.

“We always want you, our pretty baby… if we could we wouldn’t stop, but we gotta rest now so that we can go again and again and again,” James said with a slight laugh.

“’kay, sleep and then we go again? Then I’ll be a good girl?” You said hopefully, only focusing on the promise of going again.

“You’re always our good girl, but please just come back for us,” Remus said.

You giggled at his weird statement, “I’m right here, sir.”

“You don’t need to call us sir anymore, bunny, you know that” Remus was less confused about what was going on, having read about this type of headspace that could sometimes occur, but still equally as clueless as to how to get you out of it.

“But you’re sir,” you argued, not understanding what he was getting at.

“Not anymore, pup… It’s Remmy, Jamsie and Siri,” Sirius said still confused as to why you were acting like this.

You ‘humphed’ but didn’t argue and didn’t remove yourself from Sirius – it would be bad if you argued.

“Let’s go take a bath… would you like that, Bunny?” Remus rubbed your back and coached you out of Sirius’ grasp. You nodded and let him carry you to the bathroom, as you clung to him like a koala. He set you down on the bathroom counter your face contorting in discomfort as the cool counter touched your overused cunt.

Remus started to fill the large tub with warm water to soothe your aching muscles, but still had to explain to Sirius and James what was going on with you, so he quickly thought of an excuse.

“Oh, I forgot a clean towel for you… I’ll be right back okay, bun?” He looked at you and you just nodded with a quick ‘kay’.

He quickly left the bathroom and found his two boyfriends on Sirius’ bed, both wearing sweatpants and talking quietly amongst themselves, trying to decipher your weird mood.

Remus went to stand in front of them, gaining their attention. “I gotta be quick, but I read about this in that weird muggle sex book I found… she’s just feeling a little subby and fuzzy, so we need to be really gentle with her until she’s not anymore, but I don’t know how long that’ll take… the book was quite vague about it.”

Both James and Sirius nodded and looked at each other.

“Can’t she just sleep it away?” James asked hopefully.

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea… we need to make sure she’s completely back before we go to sleep,” Remus explained… worrying that you wouldn’t come back for a long time.

“I gotta go back to her,” Remus quickly said before grabbing a new towel for you and heading back into the bathroom.

“I’m back, bunny,” he said holding the towel up for you to see. The bathtub was completely filled, but the water was off.

“You took so long… so I turned the water off, but I sat right back down like when you left me,” you explained, hoping you wouldn’t get in trouble.

Remus placed the clean towel beside you and cupped your cheek with his large hand, “good job, bun… just had to tell James and Sirius something, but you’re such a good girl.”

The praise made you blush and lean into his touch.

He lifted you again and got into the tub with you. A long sigh left your lips as the warm water engulfed your body.

You laid against Remus’s chest, fatigue taking over your entire body as Remus washed it slowly.

James and Sirius made their way into the bathroom as well, sitting beside the bathtub on small stools they had acquired to keep you company when you were in the bath.

“Hi sirs,” you smiled, reaching your hand out for one of them to take.

James was the quickest, his quidditch skills showing as he grabbed ahold of your hand and kissing the top of it.

“Hi, baby… It’s just James now, my love,” he tried to again, but you just giggled and shook your head.

Sirius stood to get you a glass of water, hopefully clearing your head a tad.

“Here you go, be a good girl and drink up,” Sirius handed you the glass and you immediately complied, wanting to be good.

The water did clear your head a bit, but the fuzz was still swirling around and creating a static-like feel in your brain.

“So good, bunny… was that nice?” Remus gently took the glass from you and handed it back to Sirius, who put it on the bathroom counter.

“Mhmm, so nice… thank you, Siri,” you said closing your eyes and smiling, letting your head fall back against Remus again.

Sirius’s eyes widened and a smile took over his face at the use of his name. He shared a relieved look with the two other boys, glad that what they were doing was working.

The three boys sat and talked while you just smiled and relaxed, listening to them happily.

Finally, James clapped his hands together and stood to retrieve the towel Remus had gotten for you. “Okay, baby, let’s get you dried off.”

He opened the towel and Remus helped you stand and helped you out of the tub and into James’ embrace.

James dried you, whilst Sirius went to the bedroom to grab you a pair of panties and a shirt to sleep in.

Once dressed you still stood, walking over to Sirius and wrapping your arms around his torso. He quickly wrapped his arms around your body and gave it a squeeze, smiling happily and smugly at the two others who just rolled their eyes at him.

“How’re you feeling, pup,” Sirius whispered in your ear and kissing your temple.

“I’m okay, just tired,” you answered with a slightly suppressed yawn.

“Alright, let’s go to bed then,” he led you to the bedroom and towards his bed, but not forgetting to look over his shoulder to wink teasingly at your two other boyfriends because he shanghaied you into sleeping in his bed – you were just too tired to say anything about the situation.

He laid down first and waited for Remus and James to kiss you goodnight and also waiting for them to do the same to him.

Once they had, he opened the blanket for you and you happily crawled into Sirius’ warm embrace, snuggling close to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You feel okay… you’re not feeling fuzzy anymore, right?” Sirius whispered.

“Don’t feel fuzzy anymore, I’m okay Siri… sorry I was like that,” your voice was small and meek, feeling bad that you had acted like that.

“No need to apologize, pup… it was hot that you were so desperate for us,” he smirked and winked at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“I love you,” you kissed his lips before closing your eyes.

“I love you too, beautiful girl.”

Tags: @dracosafety, @teenwolfbitches28, @justadreamyhufflepuff

#poly marauders #marauders fluff #marauders smut #marauders x you #marauders x reader #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #cora🌈

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whoreforrafecameron · 3 years

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Warnings: Smut, Swearing

“Take It” - Rafe Cameron

Rafe moved his lips against yours in a more desperate manner, pushing you towards the bed. Your legs hit the front of the bed frame, and you fell backwards onto the sheets. “I want you so bad.”

“I know, baby.” Rafe murmured, admiring the lingerie you had chose to wear. “You’ll get me, don’t worry.”

You let out a whine at his slow movements, but he ignored you and continued on. He pressed a knee between your thighs, his large frame towering over yours. “Please, Rafe..”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes on yours. He slid your panties down your legs and left them on the ground, “What do you want, darling?”

“You.” Rafe let out a chuckle at your obedience, and you tried to refrain from rolling your eyes at his cockiness. He attached his lips to your neck, but before he could go any further, you grabbed his hair. “I want to ride you.”

He looked at you with amusement, and grinned. Rafe pulled you up and flopped on the bed, putting his arms behind his head, watching you intently. You grabbed your panties from the floor, moving yourself to saddle him. “You think you can take it, Rafe?”

“Don’t worry about me.” He nodded his head towards your hand, “What’s that for, love?”

Instead of answering him, you grabbed his hands and moved them towards the bed post. You wrapped your panties around his wrists and tied them to the frame, looking to see his reaction. “I’m going to use you, Rafe.”

You smiled timidly, watching his eyes darken with lust. You adjusted your hips, so they were parallel to his, moving his boxers down. He let out a groan at his erection springing free, “Shit, you mind hurrying up, baby?”

You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to be silent. “Keep quiet.” He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything else, and you bobbed your head in appraisal. “Good boy.”

Keeping your hands on his chest for balance, you lowered yourself onto his cock. You let out a cry as his full length made its way inside you. Rafe lifted his hips to get comfortable, and you dug your nails into his skin. You adjusted your waist, and once comfortable, began rocking your hips. “Oh, god. You’re so b- big.”

He bit his lip to keep from letting out a sigh, and that encouraged you to go faster. Your head was spinning, as you continued to ride him. Profanities were spilling from his mouth, but you were too focused on chasing your high to tell him to shut up.

“You’re d- doing so good, pretty girl.” Rafe began to thrust his hips upwards into you, finding a rhythm that matched yours. You felt a tingling sensation sweep over your body, as you came all over his dick. Your thighs started to lose feeling, as he continued pushing into you, the orgasm still washing through you.

You whined in relief, your hands shaking as Rafe chased after his own release. It wasn’t long until you felt him tense underneath you, but you quickly rose from him, emitting a hiss from him. “Shh, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want. You just have to wait for it, Rafe.”

He let out a small whimper, immediately sending heat to core. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten when I told you to stay quiet, and you didn’t do a very good job, did you?”

He closed his eyes, his wrists struggling against the lace. “Let’s try again, Rafe. Hm?” He swallowed, nodding desperately, as his cock was painfully hard. “My needy boy.. aren’t you?”

At this point you could say anything and Rafe would agree to it. You wrapped your hand around his throbbing dick, studying the way he responded. Slowly moving your hand up and down, you laughed. “You’re so close already. Id love to give you what you want, but first I’m going to need you to tell me.”

“F- fuck, I need to come. I need you.” He whined, bucking his hips into your hand.

You removed your hand from him, grinning in accomplishment. “No, but it’s nice to know you want me so bad. I just don’t think you deserve to come, I mean, you did break the one thing I asked you to do.”

“I couldn’t help it, baby.” He watched you cock your head in amusement, the last of his patience leaving him. “You know what, fuck this.”

He jerked his hands from the post, tearing your underwear in half. You wanted to yell at him for ripping your favourite pair, but he quickly pressed a hand to your mouth. “I can buy you hundreds more, darling. If I were you, I wouldn’t be worrying about that.”

Rafe laced one of his hands through your hair, pulling your from the bed. You let out a moan, and he scoffed. “What makes you think that you can control me? Hm, baby?” He pushed your into the ground, forcing you to your knees. “Put your hands behind your back. And keep them there.”

You rolled your eyes, but obliged, tucking your hands behind you. Rafe tilted your head back, sliding his cock down your throat. You winced at his size, but tried to not make it evident of his effect on you. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth, yeah? Maybe that’ll remind you who’s in charge.”

Tears threaded to spill from your eyes, as he thrusted deep into your throat. You tried to keep your hands behind your back, but you wanted to touch yourself so bad. The noises coming from him made your arousal throb, sinful words tumbling out of his mouth.

“You really - fuck - think that I would let you use me? Huh, pretty girl?” He tugged on your locks, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I own you. Not the other way around.. shit.”

A load of come shot down your throat, as you swallowed it all, trying to please him. He pulled out of you, not giving you any time to breathe before throwing you on the bed. “Rafe, please.. I’m sorry.”

You panted, trying to sit up, but he forced you to lay back. “Quiet. You want to come, yeah?” You silently pleaded to him, and he chuckled. “This seems familiar. Perhaps I should act like you and not let you come at all.”

You looked up at him with bright eyes, your chest rising up and down at a fast rate. He caressed your bottom lip with his thumb, cupping your jaw. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll let you come.”

He tapped his cock onto your pussy, watching you writhe in desperation and need. Rafe slid himself into you, and without letting you adjust, began to roll his hips into yours. You moaned at the filling feel, and tried to keep your legs open for him. “Oh, Rafe. T- thank you..”

He began pounding into at a faster pace, angling his dick to hit your weak spot. You were already so close, his quiet whines seemed to get you even wetter. “You want to come, huh?” You panted a ‘yes’ to him, your hands grabbing the sheets. “I’ll make you come then, baby.”

Your head was clouded with the feeling of him, your body shaking with pleasure, as your second orgasm of the night washed over you. You clenched around him, causing him to follow quickly after. You let out a sharp cry, as he continued to work you through your orgasm and into the next.

“B- baby, it’s too much.” You were too overstimulated to think, and without even a few seconds passing you came again. “Rafe, p- please..”

Your clit was sensitive enough to where he would barely have to touch it to have you coming. He continued to thrust into you, at an impossibly fast pace, watching you try and clamp your thighs together.

Rafe pried them apart easily, one hand between your legs and the other on your clit. “I thought you wanted to come, yeah? I’m giving you what you want, aren’t I? Take it, pretty girl.”

HEY. My apologies for not posting, I’ve been very tired lately. Anyways, please send me smut requests- I have no idea what to write.

#rafe cameron smut #fanfic #imagines #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #smut #smut writing #obx

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moonshineboyz · 3 years

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Pairing: Sunwoo x fem reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mention of cheating, oral (f), fingering, sucking on fingers

a/n: i wasn't even going to write this but after watching this edit and this one, and this post from @hoshiwhxre i couldn't stop thinking about it, so have fun i guess??

a/n²: thank you @mistresskate101 for helping me out with grammar stuff

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Care to explain how you ended up in this situation? You were seated on the couch and Sunwoo kneeled down on the floor between your legs, holding them up to his shoulders, with his arms hooked around your thighs.

It was supposed to be an innocent sleepover at his place, just like any other one you usually had, but at some point, you confessed how your jerk of a boyfriend never really ate you out properly and how frustrated you felt at that sometimes. So, your lovely friend offered to help you.

Sunwoo lapped at your dripping cunt and you let out a shaky breath, his dark eyes filled with lust as he watched all of your reactions. Tongue flat as he took long and slow strokes savoring your sweet taste, you couldn’t help but shudder a little underneath his touch, his fingers burning your already hot skin.

You bit your lower lip to hold back a moan, chest starting to rise and fall, it was indescribable how Sunwoo was making you feel so good within minutes, and he had just started. He took a long last stripe to get to your clit and teased it flicking his tongue making you cry out his name, what was a sweet melody for him. “S-sunwoo…” He was enjoying so much seeing you this much of a mess with half-lidded eyes and squirming. You felt him wrap his lips around your nub, giving a light suck and you absolutely lost it, getting even wetter.

The boy hummed against your core at the sight of you with parted lips throwing your head back, this sent delicious vibrations through your body and you grabbed a handful of his hair. He laved past your lips and inserted his tongue in your wetness, you gasped loudly arching your back and gripped the nearest pillow with your free hand, whining when his warm muscle went deeper and the tip of his nose gently rubbed at your swollen clit, having you flutter your eyes closed.

But soon they opened to glance over your phone sitting next to you when it started ringing, and the screen lit up showing your boyfriend’s name. Sunwoo pulled away a few inches, enough to let his breath fan against you.

“Don’t you dare answer. Unless it is to let him know how good I can make you feel.” He said lowly and watched as you tossed your phone at the other end of the couch away from you, too busy and lost in the sensations of your friend pleasuring you so well. He smirked and bit down your inner thigh. “Good girl."

Sunwoo trailed wet kisses from your thigh to your slit and started to tongue fuck you again at a torturous pace, it just felt so good you rolled your eyes, raking your nails through his scalp to tug at his hair, trying to bring him closer. You always thought Sunwoo’s lips were pretty, and that was what made him even cuter, but you’d never imagine how heavenly they’d feel against your pussy with his tongue working wonders on you.

You let out needy mewls every time he went in deeper, your hips stuttering. You were getting more and more light-headed by the minute, completely drowned in the lustful moment. Wet sounds and shaky breaths filling up the living room and turning you and Sunwoo on even more, his painfully hard cock inside his tented pants. But you looked and sounded so beautiful right there that it only made him want to eat you out more hungrily, but he kept his rhythm. He dug his fingernails in your soft flesh, groaning when you bucked your hips wishing to get more friction. "Sunwoo, p-please. Please, I want to c-cum.” You begged in a choked voice; composure already lost. Shivers going down your spine with the way he gave you the smuggest smile and winked.

“Since you asked so nicely. But you need to be patient, princess.” A nickname never sounded so innocent yet so dirty, but the way he purred it made you moan.

Plump lips wrapped around your sensitive nub and a finger slipped inside you, incoherent words and whimpers falling from your lips, his tongue lazily swirling your clit and finger going at a slow pace. Your mind was foggy by the overwhelming arousal, squirming so much that Sunwoo had to hold your hips down. He added another finger, curling them making you melt. “Fuck. Faster p- ah! Please."

"What a shame he doesn’t do this to you. He’s missing such a wonderful sight.” He taunted before sucking hard on your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you fast as you pleaded. Your breath hitched and the noise you made came out strangled, body flushed, skin so hot.

Sunwoo began to flick his tongue in between sucks while burying his fingers knuckles deep inside you, loving to hear you groan and cry out his name repeatedly in a sinful way, your back arching just to collapse onto the sofa again. It boosted his ego to know that he was the one making you breathless, coming undone for him.

You felt goosebumps as your climax was approaching, your muscles tightening and a coiling tension in your lower abdomen. Sunwoo seemed to notice that too when your whimpers became higher pitched and you started to shudder. “Wanna come on my tongue? Hm?” You wished nothing but your release, however it came, but the idea of coming with Sunwoo fucking you with his tongue sounded so hot you desperately nodded. He gladly did it, rubbing your clit with circular motions to help you chase your orgasm.

And then your mind got blank, blurred vision. You came and came hard, screaming out his name and several swear words, arching your back and rolling your eyes. You gripped Sunwoo’s hair, jerking your hips against his touch to which he kept on working on you. Thighs shaking, toes curling and abs clenching due to being overstimulated, his tongue roughly lapping at your slit and too sensitive clit.

You couldn’t stop moving, body trembling trying to get a grip at anything you could reach, your own hair, a pillow, the couch, your thigh. It was too much but it felt so good. Tears started to form at the corner of your eyes when Sunwoo inserted his fingers again and you gasped with the merciless rhythm, your sweet spot getting hit in such a delicious way.

Your second climax was close and you were going insane, feeling hazy. Nub being sucked with so much hunger your head was thrown back letting out filthy, desperate mewls. Sunwoo groaned, picking up the pace making you see stars and clench around his digits. “Ah, f-fuck! I’m close hmm…” You extendedly moaned, nerves on fire as his hooded sinful eyes were fixated on your figure, admiring how beautiful you looked all fucked out and about to cum. Dizzy on the shockwaves running through your body, not knowing your own name anymore. Sunwoo was giving you something you’d never experienced before and deep within your dirtiest thoughts, you wished he’d do this again.

Body shaking when you came for the second time, loudly whining and jerking your hips uncontrollably. Sunwoo hummed in approval, still giving kitten licks to help you ride out your high, making your teeth sink into the bottom lip in an attempt to silence your cries.

He pulled away licking his lips that were glistening with your essence and stood up to lean over your breathless figure. “You taste so good, princess.” The naughtiest smile on his face. “Now suck. Taste how much you came, baby.” He whispered in a velvety voice placing his fingers in front of your mouth, coated in your juices.

You wrapped your lips around his digits caressing them with your tongue and blushing at the close proximity and the way he was looking at you. With eyes closed you sucked on his fingers as if you were sucking his dick, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as the boy lightly grazes his other hand from your knee to your waist and squeezes it gently.

The sound of your phone ringing made you come back to your senses and pull away from Sunwoo’s hand. The screen showing your boyfriend’s name again, but you just kept on watching it ring, not wanting to pick up. Sunwoo then took this as an opportunity and grabbed your phone to answer it himself, you didn’t object.

“Hey, man! I’m sorry, Y/N’s sleeping. — Yeah, yeah, I know it’s still early but she was tired — Oh no, she’s fine, don’t worry.” Sunwoo eyed you up and down with a smirk and licked his lips. You knew he was up to no good and just waited. “She just got tired after coming on my tongue, twice. Oh, and by the way, your girlfriend tastes amazing and looks gorgeous when she cums.”

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