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Euphorics

Warning this is a 18+ story with smut! No minors!!!

I laughed as I brought the glass to my lips while watching my friends Alexis and Marissa dance. We were at our favorite club, The Euphorics Lounge and Bar, and the night had only just begun. Along with Alexis, Marissa, and I being there, another friend, Miguel, worked at the bar. We could all talk and have a good time together, and also Miguel could give us discounts as a courtesy of the bar. Furthermore, given that we all preferred cheap vodka or tequila over wine and bourbon, our nights were pretty cheap drink-wise. However, even though the drinks are cheap, these nights can get "expensive" in a certain sense. Euphorics is a strip club/bar, and it is incredibly easy to drop hundreds of dollars there without even noticing. However, regardless of the prices, the bar in and of itself is a good time. I often stay near the bar, talking to Miguel while Alexis and Marrisa have fun on the dance floor and near the stage. While I admired strippers, and I always tipped while I was there, I never went out of my way to interact with them.

"Do you want to join us, y/n!?" Marissa yelled over the music, and I just laughed and shook my head. I loved watching them have fun, but I preferred to stand afar and watch while I drank or smoked.

She shrugged and continued to dance before pointing towards the stage and mouthing something to Alexis. I heard Alexis say, "Have fun!" before she walked over to me.

"She's going to get closer to watch her favorite." She said while laughing, and I laughed too. There was one stripper named Jackson that she adored. And, in all fairness, Jackson was a fan of Marissa, too. He always went out of his way to show her attention when they were both at the club. While there was a general liking, there was also explicit knowledge that part of the connection was transactional.

I smiled and shook my head as I watched them flirt near the stage. "I swear those two need to get together somehow."

"I know. Either get together or get a room." As we laughed, I saw Alexis's eyes drifting to one of her favorite strippers.

"Are you going to go say hi to Marcus or just continue to eye fuck him?"

"Oh, hush." She said, lightly slapping my arm. "I'm going to go over in a minute. I just need to get my cash."

Since I was seen as "the responsible one," I often looked over their bags on a night out. I didn't guard them or keep them from using their money; Miguel and I just kept them near the bar so we could make sure nobody stole them.

"Alright, well, you have fun with Marcus. I'll be here." I say as I light up a cigarette and take a long inhale.

She smiled and grabbed her cash before walking over.

"Is she putting the cash between her…yup she is," I murmur to myself, laughing as I exhale a puff of smoke. Whenever she gave Marcus cash, she only did it one way. She would take a twenty put, the bill between her breasts, and have him take it from there. It made me laugh every time and seemed amusing for both her and Marcus. It was their little game that they played every time.

As my eyes drifted away from Alexis, I watched the other dancers. They interacted with customers on the floor or from the stage during this time. Sometimes they did pole tricks, but those were typically saved for the main show. As I watched, I noticed that there was a stripper who I didn't recognize.

He was pretty. He had dark curly hair that fell over his eyes, a lean, slender frame, pale skin, and an infectious smile. I tilted my head and called to Miguel.

"Hey, who's the new guy on stage?"

"Oh, that's Timothée. He's actually been here for roughly a month. He doesn't typically work Saturdays. He's really popular, too."

"Well, I'm not surprised. He's pretty."

"Yeah, looks like you've caught his attention too."

"What-" I turned back towards the stage and saw him staring…in my direction.

"He just happened to be looking this way, man. Doubt he was staring at me."

"Sure, y/n. If you want to think that."

I was about to ask what the hell that meant when Alexis bounced back over to us.

"Did you see me and Marcus?"

"Yes, I did. I see that gag has never gotten old."

"Nope, he loves it. Oh yeah, by the way, who was the guy on stage staring at you?"

"He wasn't staring at me."

"Yes, he was y/n. His name is Timothée, by the way." Miguel said to Alexis with a smirk, and I rolled my eyes. It wouldn't be the first time that anyone from our group tried to set me up with someone on a date. Or set me up to interact with one of the strippers.

"No. He wasn't."

"I think he was."

"Well, you think wrong," I said with a laugh. "By the way, can I get a refill?"

"Absolutely." He said as he made another vodka soda for me and slid it over. I took a gulp and looked back towards the stage, immediately noticing that Timothée had disappeared.

"Besides, what was it for even if he was looking at me? Plenty of other people here are a thousand times more attractive than I am."

"Um, y/n, I think he was looking at you," Alexis said while laughing and looking past me to my right.

"Oh yeah? And what makes you say that-" I was cut off as someone suddenly stood in front of me and, wouldn't you know it? It was Timothée. He had placed his arms on either side of me, trapping me in so I couldn't run away, which I desperately wanted to do now.

"I can confirm I was looking at you. What are you drinking, by the way?" Timothée asked before he took my drink out of my hand and took a sip.

"Mmm, vodka soda. A nice classic." He put the drink back in my hand, and I stared at him incredulously momentarily. He was even more attractive up close. And whatever cologne he had was the perfect mixture of muskiness and sweetness. As I stared, he smirked at me, and I realized he knew what he was doing. He was just the type to enjoy fucking with someone and making them flustered.

As I came to my senses, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, and held it in front of me.

"Oh, I won't take it from you that way."

"Why not? It's a perfectly good bill. Do you want more?" I say, completely willing to give more but unsure.

"I said I'm not going to take it that way, never said I wouldn't take it." I stared at him blankly before asking the obvious question, "Well, how will you take it?"

He smirked and murmured in a low voice, "Put it in between your teeth."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Put. It. Between. Your. Teeth." I stared back in disbelief. As much as I wanted to believe he wasn't being serious, I could tell that, unbelievably, he was. I let out a sharp laugh.

"You're kidding."

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you, Pretty Thing, but I'm not. Put it between your teeth, and I'll take it."

"Pretty Thing? You're giving me nicknames now?"

"Is there something wrong with it? I'm only calling you Pretty Thing because you are, and I don't know your name."

"My name is y/n. And if I'm a Pretty Thing, then you're a fucking tease."

"Oh, I know I am, darling. Now, will you give me that money properly and how I want it or not?" I wanted to shove the money back in my pocket, but part of me also wanted so desperately to see what he would do. So, unbelievingly, I brought the bill to my mouth and bit down with my teeth, smirking at him as if to say, "Try me." And try me, he did. He leaned forward and bit down on the other side of the bill with his teeth. I was in so much shock that I let go. He laughed as he leaned back, finally setting me free from the cage that was his arms.

He took the bill out of his mouth and looked at it before placing a kiss on it.

"This bill is incredibly special to me now. Tell me, are you doing anything after the show?"

"Going home." I practically spit out through gritted teeth. I was still in complete shock at what had just happened and utterly embarrassed.

"Well…" He said, reaching around me and grabbing a napkin and a pen from the bar. "Why don't you meet me after the show backstage, hm? Hand this to the bouncer, and he'll let you in."

He handed me the napkin, and on it was a small note that said "Meet me backstage," some numbers and his signature.

"I look forward to seeing you, my Pretty Thing." He said, gripping my chin before he walked away, waving the money a bit to remind me of what had just happened.

"What the fuck was that?"

"I have no idea, but I think he likes you," Alexis said while half laughing, clearly in shock.

"Miguel, what is this, by the way?" I ask, showing him the letter I was handed.

"Oh damn, he really likes you," Miguel said, reading the note while he cleaned a glass.

"Why is that?"

"Well, this is basically an invitation to either just hang out backstage or fuck. Could go either way depending on what you want."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Hey, take it as a compliment. He's clearly attracted to you."

I rolled my eyes and shoved the napkin into my pocket, trying to forget everything that just happened.

"You're not going to use it?" Alexis asked, surprised.

"Why the fuck would I?"

"Because it would be a good time, in my opinion."

"Yeah, I don't think so."

"Well, regardless of your decision, I want to watch the show right now. If we leave tonight without you seeing him backstage, I at least want to leave on a fun note."

"I will not meet him backstage, but I will watch the floor show with you," I say, handing my glass back to Miguel and nodding at him for another refill. I took out another cigarette and lit it up. I discarded the other one in an ashtray during the exchange with Timothée and decided to light another.

"Yay!" Alexis exclaimed. "Let's go up front." She started off without me as I grabbed my drink, and my mouth opened.

"Up front? You have got to be kidding me." I followed her to the front, looking ahead at the stage and realizing that where we were about to sit would be incredibly close to the stage and even worse off. Close to Timothée.

As we sat down at a table, I looked up at the stage and watched as all of the strippers got into place. Timothée was positioned roughly in front of me, and I was doing everything I could not to stare at him. I hadn't really noticed his outfit before due to shock, but now I had noticed it. He wore tight black pants, black sneakers made for the stage, and a loose silky black button-up. He had also left the top few buttons undone to expose his skin. I had to admit he looked amazing, but I also wanted to ignore how good he looked. I knew the more I looked at him, the more pleased he would be with how flustered he made me.

As the lights dimmed, I heard the song "S/M" by Rhianna come on, and to say I wasn't surprised would be an understatement. An entire song about sadomasochism in a strip club? Yeah, that's to be expected.

All of the strippers began their routine, and I admired how they twisted and turned their bodies. While most of the moves invoked similar moves with grinding and sex, there was a certain elegance to what they were doing that appealed to me. As the song continued, a couple of the guys moved to the floor and started interacting with crowd members. I turned to Alexis, who was eagerly looking over towards Marcus.

"Hey, do you know if Timothée typically goes down to the floor?" I asked over the music.

"I haven't heard anything about him doing that, but maybe?" She turned her attention back to Marcus, and I turned my gaze to the stage. I let out a small sigh of relief as I saw that Timothée appeared to be staying up there. Perhaps he didn't do floor work, which would honestly be a miracle. But just as I was relaxing, he suddenly ran to the edge and jumped off. A bunch of cries from girls erupted from the crowd, all attempting to grasp his attention and pull him towards them. I saw him look around and start walking towards a group of girls, and I let out a small sigh of relief. Even if he was down on the floor, maybe he would pay attention to the other customers.

As I turned my attention towards that direction, he suddenly spun around and made eye contact with me.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself. He walked over to me in this stalking motion. Almost as if he were a predator catching his prey. That's what I currently felt like his prey. He walked over and then circled around my chair. I avoided eye contact as much as I could, but then, as I was looking down, Timothée suddenly sat in my lap. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. Oh my gosh. This fucker was smirking at me, smirking.

"I think I want to play with you, Pretty Thing." I felt like my eyes were locked on his. It was like I couldn't look away at how captivating his eyes were. They were a sparkling green, and with his accompanying dark and grungy eye makeup, they looked even brighter. His eyes were also incredibly seducing in and of themselves. He kept his eyelids low to make him enticing, and as much as I hated to admit it…it worked.

I heard "S/M" reaching its crescendo in the background, but everything sounded muffled. I was too distracted by how Timothée was still gripping my chin, how our eyes were locked, and how he was grinding on me with so much force and desperation.

He let out a low chuckle as I glared at him. I knew that despite my glaring, he could tell that at least part of me felt good. Somehow, despite how enveloped I was in him, I could reach into my pocket and pull out another twenty-dollar bill. He looked down at it and then back at me.

"You know I won't take it that way Pretty Thing, give it to me properly." My glare darkened as I reluctantly put the bill between my teeth. I could barely maintain eye contact with Timothée as he leaned in, pushing my chin up slightly before biting the other side of the bill. He winked at me as my teeth released the bill, and his hand released my chin. He stood up and walked away with all the other dancers as the song ended.

They finished the dance by jutting their hips in the air, and suddenly, the lights all lowered again. The crowd cheered, and some screamed, but my ears were ringing. Part of me wanted to be mad, and part of me wanted to enjoy how undeniably sexy that was.

I stayed seated until the lights came back on. I looked down at my drink and then suddenly gulped down what was left before looking at Alexis. She smiled at me, and I just gave her a "Really?" kind of stare.

"Oh, come on. You cannot look at me and tell me that what he did to you wasn't hot."

"I can actually."

"Oh my god." She said with an exasperated sigh. Despite her sigh, she smiled. "You need to learn to enjoy yourself."

"I'll enjoy myself when I'm not being relentlessly teased by a stripper who calls me 'Pretty Thing.'"

"You know most people would be incredibly jealous of you and would love to take your spot."

I rolled my eyes with a smile as we both got up from the table and walked back to the bar. The club was going to be closing soon. I hadn't even realized how late it was until I looked at the clock. It was already 1:00 in the morning. I was grateful I worked from home because tomorrow would be a rough day. I was praying I had Gatorade or PediaLite in the fridge.

"Alright, guys, come close out your tabs!" Miguel yelled out. I walked over and put my card down, and so did Alexis. Marissa was walking over as well and quickly put hers down. I wasn't much of a drinker, so my tab total came to about $35, and plus the two twenties I had given, I had spent roughly $75. Honestly, that was how much I spent on longer night excursions such as these, and I was pleased. Alexis and Marissa had spent somewhere near $100 each, but they drank a lot more than I did. It seemed cheap, but the drinks we got were the cheapest on the menu and the lowest quality. The club often made its money from the few high rollers who came in buying expensive bourbon and lap dances all night.

"Dang, I spent that much?" Marissa asked, shaking her head.

"Don't worry, girlie, I feel you," Alexis added, looking at her bill.

"I wasn't too bad tonight."

"You never are, y/n. This is why we call you the responsible one." Marissa said with a sigh. "Oh yeah, I saw you get that lap dance during the show. Pretty hot, huh."

I let out an exasperated sigh and shook my head. Alexis gave me a light shove with a laugh before letting Marissa know what had happened earlier.

"Oh my god, that's amazing. You're going to see him, right?"

"And why would I do that, Mari?"

"At least give it a shot. I think it could be good for you!" I stared at her as she shrugged with a smile and walked over to get her stuff with Alexis. I turned to Miguel, hoping to find some sane advice, only to be met with his knowing smirk. He could see that I was at least somewhat attracted to Timothée and what he did, and he could also see my bubbling curiosity about what would happen backstage.

"You know what I'm going to say to you, man." He said, cleaning some glasses while he spoke to me. I looked at him, Alexis, and Marissa, and finally down at my pocket. I pulled the napkin out and then turned to face where the back was. Did I want to do this? Did I want to see what Timothée wanted with me?

"Do it, y/n. You know you'll regret it if you don't." Alexis said knowingly. I wanted to walk out, to shove the napkin back in my pocket to somehow prove them wrong, but I just couldn't.

"Alright, I'll do it, but nothing is going to happen," I said while looking back at them before walking over to the stage doors. I reached the bouncer and handed him the letter.

"I was told to give this to you," I said, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. The bouncer looked at the note, smiled, and opened the door.

"He's the only one with a room on this side. Door will be to your right." I nodded and walked in, looking behind me one last time at my friends cheering me on. What the hell was I walking into?

I shook my head as I wandered down a hallway and found Timothée's door. I took a deep breath and slowly opened it. I stepped in and saw Timothée sitting on the bed, smoking a cigarette and staring at the ceiling. However, once I stepped in, he quickly tilted his head and looked over at me. He immediately got a massive grin on his face and hopped off his bed and over to me.

"You decided to come, Pretty Thing."

"Yeah, well, I got curious," I said, brushing past him and trying to keep my cool as I sat on the bed and leaned back against the wall. I looked around the room and saw that it was fairly simple. He had LED lights that were, unsurprisingly, red, a small vanity, and some clothes. I could see some shiny objects in his closet but couldn't tell what they were. On the bed next to me also lay a pack of cigarettes. I picked it up and looked at him.

"Can I have one?"

"Use this one instead." He said in a low voice, walking over to me and handing me his own. I took the cigarette from his fingers, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with him. I brought it to my lips and inhaled, breaking eye contact as I did to watch the smoke.

"Thanks," I murmured in a soft voice.

"Of course, my Pretty Thing." My eyes shot back up at him, and I suddenly sat up straight.

"Why did you want me back here? You don't even know me."

"No, but I would like to know you." He said with a knowing smirk.

"You just love fucking with me, huh?"

"Personally, I would prefer to fuck you, but…sure." I opened and closed my mouth in disbelief. No one had ever been that bold with me before. I didn't even know what to say. I leaned back again and took another long inhale.

"Something wrong? Has no one ever told you that they wanted to fuck you before?"

"No. And even if they did say that, typically they would start with 'Let's go out on a date.'"

"I'm sorry I didn't take you out on a date tonight. I'll gladly take you on one this week, though. I was just impatient and wanted to be with you."

"Oh, is that why you grinded on me earlier, made me give you money with my teeth, and eye fucked me?" I asked with a slight venom in my voice. I wanted to come across as unbothered, but my mask was slipping.

He looked at me before walking towards me again like he had earlier. Like I was his prey, and he was stalking me before he pounced. I watched as he slowly walked to the bed, got on, and then leaned over me, trapping me with his arms.

"You loved everything I did to you, though, did you not?" I opened and closed my mouth, unable to find the words I wanted to say.

He reached down, plucked the cigarette from my hand, and inhaled before holding it out to me.

"Go on. Take a puff." I reached to take it, but he pulled back.

"Ah, ah, ah. I said take a puff. Not take it from my hand to take a puff." I let out a low sigh, leaned forward, and took a long draw.

"That's my Pretty Thing. Tell me, have you exchanged smoke before?" I nodded. I had exchanged smoke once. Alexis had wanted to try it, so I taught her. It was when one person took a hit of something and basically "fed" it to the other person through a kiss.

"Will you indulge me, please?" He asked, looking at me with those seductive yet challenging eyes. I looked at him, looked at the cigarette, and then back at him.

"Try me, you tease," I said in a low voice. Timothée let out a low chuckle and then reached down. He gripped my chin with his right hand as he took a long draw from the cigarette. I watched as he leaned in, and I closed my eyes. It wasn't that I didn't want to look. It was that I didn't know how to look at this man whom I had just met while we basically made out to exchange cigarette smoke.

I opened my mouth slightly as our lips met and inhaled deeply. I heard a small sigh escape past my lips as I exhaled and felt my cheeks get red with embarrassment immediately. I finally opened my eyes and looked up at Timothée. I saw he was smirking again.

"That was a cute noise, Pretty Thing. I hope I can draw some more out of you."

"Fat chance." I spit out as I watched him put the cigarette in an ashtray.

"Oh, don't lie to me. You fucking loved that. You love what I do to you." I wanted to deny it, tell him he was delusional, but I couldn't. I did love it. And I hated that I loved it.

"Tell me, do you love it because you're simply enjoying the indulgence, or is it that no one has ever given you this kind of attention before." I looked away and didn't answer. He was still leaning over me, I was still embarrassed from my sigh, and I felt so overwhelmed with everything.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him lean in, and then, as he spoke, I felt his hot breath ghost over my ear.

"Let me give you that attention you deserve. Let me make you feel good." I turned back and sat up again, wondering if I could bolt out of his arms.

"And how do you plan to do that? Hm? You've only just met me, you know."

"I know. And you know you're in my room at a strip club, right? Take a guess as to what I want to do to you."

"You're insane."

"And you fucking love it. Now are you going to let me please you Pretty Thing or no?" I felt myself sinking into the bed; it was like I wanted to say no because I knew better, but this other part of me adored how desired I felt that I just wanted to give in. I wanted to kiss him, let him show me how well he could touch and pleasure me. I wanted to feel his lips and hands all over my body. I wanted to feel just how badly he wanted me.

I looked up at him, feeling any of my ability to fight back slip away as I said, "Please, Timothée…" And that was all he needed to hear.

He leaned in and kissed me deeply, parting my lips with his tongue as his hands worked their way underneath my shirt so he could feel my skin.

"Fuck you're lips are so soft…" He mumbled in a low voice as he continued to kiss me.

I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair, loving their texture. I continued to kiss him as I grinded my hips back against his, somehow hoping that this could serve as a payback for earlier. And, in a way, it did. I heard Timothée let out a low moan as he jutted his hips back and gripped my waist tightly.

"Who's the tease now?" He asked as he bit down on my lip, causing me to let out a quiet moan.

"That's it. Sing to me with those moans."

We slowly maneuvered our way on the bed so we were lying down with him on top and me underneath. I rolled my hips against his and whimpered as I felt his hands start to pull at my jeans.

"What are you doing?" I gasped out in between kisses.

"I want to taste you." He said in a low voice.

"We were both just in a bar with a bunch of people that feel like it's a million degrees. I probably was sweating." I say, gasping between breaths as I pull back.

"And? I was just dancing a while ago."

"I don't even know if it's properly shaved. You don't have to"

"First off, I want to and once again: and? Why would I care if you were or weren't properly shaved?" He asked while looking at me in a completely confused manner. I looked down, slightly ashamed.

"Has no one ever…ate you out before?" I shook my head no.

"My last partner had said that was disgusting and never did, so I just assumed no one would ever do that."

"Well, respectfully, you're last partner was a fool to pass up on that opportunity." I couldn't make eye contact with Timothée and kept looking down until he reached up and grabbed my chin.

"Hey, I promise you I will love it. If you take care of yourself and keep yourself clean, it will taste heavenly, and I can already tell you to do both. Please…let me indulge you." I stared back at Timothée and slowly nodded. I wanted to know what it felt like to experience that, and I would be lying if I didn't admit that having someone as skilled as Timothée eating me out seemed divine.

"Good toy." He mumbled as he moved his hand from my chin to my throat and wrapped it around me. The vibes had just completely shifted, and I loved every fucking second.

"Lean back, Pretty Thing." He said softly as he pushed against my throat slightly. I leaned back as he let go and just stared at the ceiling while I heard him unbuckling my pants. Never in my life had I expected to be eaten out by a stripper I had just met. I was about to tell Timothée one last time that he didn't have to do it if he didn't want to, when my voice suddenly caught in my throat. Just as I was about to tell him that, I felt something hot and wet lick a strip up my slit. The only thing that escaped from my throat was a long groan as my eyes rolled back into my head and fluttered shut.

"That's it, pretty thing." He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled and distorted, and he continued to lick up my slit. "Give those moans to me…fuck you taste good." He licked up my slit one more time before pushing his tongue past my outer labia and in deep. I let out another moan as my hands gripped the sheets and my hips rolled up.

"Mmm…grind on my face baby…come on, give me your delicious cum." He moaned against me before he went silent and started only eating me out. My hands frantically found his head, and I weaved my fingers in his hair, gripping lightly as I moaned. I gently pushed on his head, making him start to eat me out faster while my hips continued to roll against his face.

"Fuckkk…" I moaned out. I had never known that someone eating me out could feel so heavenly. Dear god, I didn't want it to end. As he continued to lick my pussy lips, I felt something slowly slide inside of me and start pumping in and out. He had slid a single finger inside while he continued to lick, suck, and kiss my pussy. Quickly, I had turned into a shaking and moaning mess underneath him.

I felt an unexpected pressure then and let out a small "Fuck Timothée." as my back arched. He had slid another finger inside of me while he had started sucking and kitten-licking my clit. His tongue was so incredibly skilled and fast that I could feel myself unraveling. No one had ever made me feel this good before; hell, even I had never made myself feel this good.

I could feel my hips jutting upwards as Timothée continued to fuck me with his tongue and fingers, and I could also feel an orgasm approaching incredibly fast.

"Timothée…please I-" I gasped out, grinding my pussy against his tongue, causing him to growl.

"That's it…grind your pussy against my face. Cum. Now." On command, I listened. I came harder than I ever had before. I felt myself squirting a little, too, as I feverishly rubbed my clit against Timothée's tongue. I rode out high with my head tilted back as moans, groans, and whimpers escaped me. Finally, my hips stuttered forward as I rode out the last wave of my orgasm.

"Fuck." I groaned out as I slowly sat up. As I did, I watched as Timothée slowly sat up as well. He looked at me briefly before he pressed against me and kissed me.

"See. I told you that you would taste heavenly. It's like an aphrodisiac, isn't it?" I nodded silently as I looked at him and then slowly looked down at the tent in his pants.

"You want some help?" I asked, slightly out of breath. He smirked and leaned back so he could sit upright. He quickly undid his jeans and then did a "come hither" motion with his finger. I slowly got up and crawled over.

I was on my knees looking at him before he gripped my chin and drew me in.

"Take my cock out and suck Pretty Thing." He let go forcefully, and I did as I was told. As I took it out, I felt my eyes widen. He was big, and he looked delicious.

I slowly leaned down and wrapped my lips around their cock, and forced it as deep as I could into my mouth. I heard them let out a low moan and a soft "Fuck, that feels good, Pretty Thing…" before I continued. I jerked him off with my hands every once in a while to match the rhythm of my sucking their cock. And, every time I moaned, they jutted their hips up, forcing their cock deeper inside of my mouth. I felt them entangle their fingers into my hair and force me to go deeper. At one point, I gagged on their cock as my lips met their base before I was suddenly tugged up. I stared up at them with lidded eyes as I licked their precum from my lips.

"Fuck…" Timothée groaned out before pushing me back down again, making me kiss their base and gag before pulling me up again. He did this a few times, pushing on the back of my head with his hand, causing me to deepthroat their cock and gag again and again. My eyes were rolling back in my head due to pleasure.

"God, I'm going to cum…" He growled out before holding my head in place as his hips jutted up, and he came. I swallowed every last drop as he came into my mouth, and when he finally pulled me up, I gasped for air.

"You did such a good job for me, Pretty Thing." He huffed out, looking at me. I looked back and closed my eyes as he leaned in and kissed me.

As we kissed, I felt him turn his body and start pushing me down against the sheets again. I heard rustling and felt movement, and as I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, my hand made contact with his skin. I opened my eyes as we separated from our kiss and stared.

He looked otherworldly. He was so beyond beautiful and seductive that I was losing myself in him. He reached down and started helping me get my shirt off, and as he tossed it to the side, his eyes raked up and down my body. I went to cover myself, but he took my hands and held them down.

"Don't. Cover. Yourself." He growled out as he looked down at me, fucking me with his eyes.

"Fuck you are so beautiful. I can't wait to ravish you." He let go of one of my arms and then reached down and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded. "Please, Timothée…fuck me." He let out a low growl and thrust into me, making me let out a low moan as my head fell back against the pillow. As my mind drifted, they started fucking me rougher. My arms splayed above my head, and my legs desperately tried to hold themselves up. But, I was so utterly lost in lust that they kept slipping. They responded as I reached my arms down to hold them up.

"Don't you even think about it, Pretty Thing," before gripping my thighs and pulling me closer. They gripped my legs so they would be held further up, and when they did, oh my God, did it feel magnificent. They were plunging inside of me so deeply that my moans and groans became more erratic. Fuck it felt so good.

As Timothée plunged into me, I felt him grip my chin and force me to look at him again. God those eyes…They were so heavily lidded that I just drowned in them. He leaned down and kissed me as he jutted his hips forward, his hand caressing my body as if to try and memorize every inch. It was all too much. I wanted more of him; I wanted him to be deeper. And it seemed that he wanted to be deeper, too.

They leaned down and growled, "Get on your hands and knees."

As they took their cock out, I flipped myself over. I was about to lower myself when suddenly they grabbed my hair and tugged me back while swiftly plunging inside of me. I let out a cry as they started fucking me roughly again. They were going much deeper this time, and I saw stars. They went from just brushing against my g-spot to brushing against my cervix. I don't know what on earth possessed me to utter my words, but I couldn't control myself. We were dealing with a version of myself that I had never met before, a being who craved lust and found themselves unsatiated.

“Please…deeper…rougher…" I had unleashed a beast. I felt them grab onto my hips, my head falling against the pillow as they pounded into me. I honestly don't know how they managed to contain themselves, but they were finding a way. As they pounded into me, they growled.

"You want it deeper, Pretty Thing? Do you want to take every fucking inch of my cock like a dirty whore?"

"God…Timothée, I need to c-cum!" I choked out.

"Cum with me, Pretty Thing…Cum with me now." He groaned into my ear before he roughly pressed his lips against mine.

We let out a cacophony of moans, groans, whimpers, and growls as we feverishly grinded against each other. At the same time, we came, making an absolute mess of ourselves and the bed.

As we rode out our orgasms, our cries became softer and our movements slower before we came to a slow halt.

"Fuck…" Timothée gasped out with a small laugh. "Aren't you glad you came back here, Pretty Thing?"

"I'd hit you now if I wasn't so exhausted."

"Eh. I'm into that."

"Oh my god," I exclaimed with a laugh. "Get out of me."

"As you wish, Pretty Thing." He hissed as he slowly slid out of me and flopped next to me on the bed, and I rested on my side. He turned onto his side to face me and slowly leaned in and kissed me.

"I think you'll be staying here for the night, y/n. Don't worry, there's a shower."

I let out a sigh, knowing he was right. I was in no shape to be walking home, and my friends were absolutely long gone by now. I nodded before reaching over to the floor and finding my pants. I grabbed my phone and pulled it out to text Alexis, Marissa, and Miguel to let them know I was safe and where I would be staying. I was met with messages from all of them saying. "Have fun! ;)" And I laughed. They knew me so well. I threw my phone to the side and turned to face Timothée.

"How about that shower?"

"Sounds good…I bet you'll feel even better in there." I gave him a light slap on the shoulder, and we laughed a little before he leaned in and started kissing me roughly again.

It was about to be a long day…

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mollyg25 · 1 year

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Here’s the request for Danny!

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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My kinky lil heart feels you have the skills to bring this request to life, if it resonates with you! Inspired by "Punishment", would love to read a fic where Timmy doms the reader in a spread eagle tie on the bed or seated chair tie, with all the smutty goodness, esp sensory/sensation play (the panty gag was hottt haha). Or maybe she self-ties as a "welcome home" present for him to play with upon returning home? Thanks! -katzemiau

PUNISHMENT PT. 2

I’m terribly sorry for the delay, I hope this makes up for it.

WARNINGS: bunny nickname, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it tf up thank u), angst, brat reader, mean dom!timothee, soft dom!timothee, slight bdsm

If I missed anything please let me know!! <3

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You got home, after four months, on Monday.

He was probably still stressed from work and the fact he had to film for a new project next week didn’t help. Part of me almost regretted how I had acted today. How I had continuously been a brat in public, around the cameras, his friends and colleagues at dinners, disobeyed him in general.

It’s Saturday now, and you haven’t pursued me like you would have. I expected you to ravish me from head to foot a thousand times over by now. Am I no longer within your attention span?

He loosens his tie and removes his shoes as we step in the door, I fiddle with my heel straps, now feeling the cool hardwood under my toes. He heaves a heavy sigh before he turns to me and-

“Why do you refuse to cooperate? You keep fucking around-“ He grabs my jaw harshly, forcing me to look at him, “Acting like I won’t punish you.” He growls.

Obviously I want this. You can’t be that oblivious, right?

Regardless how much I was surprised by his ourburst—

I’m not fucking surprised, I’m thrilled.

I keep a straight face and harden my stare as I look up into his dilated pupils. I clench my jaw to keep the desperate whimper from leaving my throat.

“I’ve been very lenient with you, chalked it up to the fact I haven’t been here. Now this-“ He moves his hand to my neck, pushing me back against the door.

But you’ve been back for days now, Timothée.

I can’t help the hotness pooling throughout my body from his grit, finally, I got the reaction I had been praying for.

I meet his eyes, “I am sooo sorry, Timotheé.” I say with a taunting pout, tilting my head back to look deeper into his eyes, asserting a shred of dominance I didn’t even know I had.

He looks taken back at my boldness for half a second. In that half-second his brows furrowed, his lips parted, and his eyes dart back and forth across my stone demeanor.

“Do not mock me.” His grip tightens around my neck.

The pressure only makes my core grow hotter, the look in his eyes making my mouth water with desperation for him to own me. My eyes quickly flicker to his lips, so quickly if you were to blink you’d miss it, he leans in closer hovering his lips over my own.

“On-“ He lightly pushes me down, I resist “Your fucking-“ He pushes harder, I start buckling, “Knees.” I look up at him from my place on the ground.

Please take me.

I keep eye contact as he unbuckles his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. I immediately part my lips and stick my tongue out, watching his face as he rubs the tip of his cock against my tongue. My eyes flutter at the sweetly salty taste of his pre-cum.

I wrap my lips around his head and he thrusts his hips forward. I could feel the warmth of fresh tears building in the corner of my eyes, just daring to spill, my bottom lashes were damp.

Yes, please use me.

“Fuck you feel so good-“ He sighs, his fingers tangle in my hair, holding me stationary. I look up at him as he continues fucking my mouth, hitting the back of my throat ass I try to swallow each gag desperately.

I hollow my cheeks and use my hand to reach where my mouth can’t. He grips my wrist and pushes himself deeper. I gag harshly around him as my nose touches his pelvic bone. I feel my tears mix in with the drool dripping down my chin, I blow a whimper out.

“Shhh,” He hushes, “You can take it,” He groans, eyebrows knit together in pleasure and his mouth agape with desperate pants, “So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

He pants heavily and he makes a few more deep thrusts before pulling it out. A thick string of saliva still connects my mouth to his tip.

"Be a good girl and undress." He commands.

I hold his eye contact for a moment before slipping my clothes off. He removes his jacket and top. I stand before him completely bare; my nipples already peaked.

He steps towards me, plucking one of my buds between his fingers and then the other, rolling them gently between his fingers, only to pinch them harshly. I let out a pained whine.

"You want to be a brat, you get treated like one." He whispers in my ear. He pushes me onto the bed and spreads my thighs with his knees, pinning my stretched out arms to either side of me.

“Don’t fucking move.” He grits.

I let out a sigh, obeying his words while watching him sift through a drawer and bring up a black bundle of rope. I could feel my own slick running down the inside of my thighs at the prospect of what was going to happen.

"Tim—" A slap to my heat stops me short, and my legs raise up with a yelp.

"What are you supposed to call me?" He hovers his face close to mine, his fingers lazily rubbing my clit in circles. I let out a whimper, feeling his rock hard length on the side of my thigh.

"Sir." I breathed out. He brings his hand down hard again, now against my now exposed ass, gripping my hips and pulling my legs open again.

"You can be such a good girl when you want." He wraps the rope around one ankle before moving on to the other, smearing wet kisses down my neck before moving to my wrists. He lifts my head and secures his black tie around my eyes from the chair beside me.

I feel him crawl between my legs, kissing both my thighs before placing a chaste kiss on my dripping slit. My breathing picks up from the anticipation.

I won’t beg.

He teases, blowing cool air on my hot core. I moan, trying to lift my hips only to have the rope completely restrict them. I felt goosebumps litter my entire body and let out a loud sigh when I felt his tongue on my clit, finally.

He slides his middle finger across my folds before dipping it into my hole and curling it upwards. My whimper betrays my train of thought.

"So wet and I've barely touched you, mon amour,”

What was I saying before?

I can’t help the moans and whimpers leaving me as he sloppily makes out with my heat. I felt his hand travel up my body to find my breast. He gives a squeeze before rolling my nipple between his fingers. Not being able to see only intensifies the sensations. The sound of him lapping my juices while thoroughly fucking his spit into me with his fingers was driving me to my breaking point.

"Gonna cum?" He ponders adding another finger and speeding up his movements. I feel his mouth wrap around my other nipple along with the grazing of his teeth.

“Mmm- gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum-“ I arch my back, the ropes digging into the flesh they touch. The pain and pleasure of it all had me clenching around his digits like a vice.

"Timothée-" I nearly scream, and he pulls away completely, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. I let out a string of whimpers.

“Not my name, Bunny.” He grips my jaw.

“Please sir, please, please-“ I try to rub my thighs together to get release, only making the ropes dig in deeper.

"That won’t help you now," His tone is sickly sweet, and he kisses my cheek, saying, "You're such a desperate slut, aren't you?" He slaps where he kisses lightly.

He slots himself between my legs again. I feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my bundle of nerves. I writhe against my restraints at the teasing.

“You want it? Beg.” He continues humping into me.

Gladly.

“Want it so badly. So fucking bad." I whimper as tears start to form in my eyes, dampening the fabric.

I feel his fingers working the ropes off my ankles, traveling to remove the silky fabric on my eyes as well. The light makes me squint before wincing.

He grips the back of my knee as he lines himself back up with my entrance and pushes in, gripping the other knee with his free hand and leaning forward. Suddenly, he’s pushing inside me. We share a guttural moan as he fully bottoms out, filling me from wall to wall.

“So fucking tight-“ He drops his head to bite and suck the skin on my neck, thrusting into me painfully slowly. I can hear my own wetness with each stroke, the head of his length brushing up against every nerve within me.

"Been dying for me to fuck this attitude outta you, huh?" He pulls almost all the way out before slamming into me, repeating the action.

My eyes roll back, “Like a whore.” He picks up speed, I let myself get more lost in oblivion.

“Your whore." I moan, grabbing onto the rope for leverage. I feel myself falling over the edge, and just as soon as I clench, I feel him pull out. The loss of contact makes me cry out in protest.

“There’s my dumb little baby.” He coos. He bottoms out once more, pistoning his hips at an ungodly speed, I nearly scream as he hits just the right spot. I feel myself clenching again.

“Please. “ I sob.

Please make me cum. Please let me.

“I’m gonna cum.” I warn.

He doesn’t answer and instead brings his thumb to rub my clit, still fucking into me with full force, “Yeah?”

“Can I please cum, sir?” I slur through moans.

“Cum for me,” I capture him between my thighs with every ounce of muscle, my most intimate parts contract around his own.

I can only repeat his name over and over, the three syllables rolling off my tongue like a prayer. The sheets feel warm and wet.

“Oh fuck meee.” Timotheé drawls, my arousal continues pouring from my heat. His hips stutter and he hurries himself completely inside me.

“So good, I- ah- so fucking good.” He whimpers as he fills me to the brim with his seed. I moan at the feeling of being completely full for the first time in months.

He stays within me, not caring how sweaty and out of breath, how exhausted he is— he lifts himself to meet my gaze.

“I won’t be so nice next time, Bunny.”

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stylusmusings · 2 years

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Shawn Mendes NSFW ABC

A - After Sex

Shawn isn’t really conventional in this department. Unless he’s dating them, he’d much rather they dump a load in him and go. There are only two valid reasons for someone to stay over in Shawn’s mind: 1, they are going to dump another load in him or 2, they are a friend so they’ll talk for a bit and then dump a load in him.

B - Bottom or Top

He is a bottom, there aren’t two ways about it. He keeps everything clean at all times and he is always prepared to ride a cock to kingdom cum. He is also a switch with no particularly leaning. If his partner is the dominant type, then he’s fine being fucked into the pillow and if they’re not, then he’s find riding them.

C - Cum

Huge cum-slut. He likes cum down the throat, on the tip of his tongue, on his face, on his back, in his ass etc - as long as you don’t miss. There have been times where he’s been with you and you realised later during the day that he had a string of cum in his hair that had gone unnoticed.

D - Dress Up

Not really one to waste time with dress up and costumes. If he’s in a suit from an event, then sure, you can tear a hole in the back of his trousers but other than that, he’d much rather just get naked.

E - Experience

Lots of experience. Even his beards were happy to help with stretching him out and he goes around the celebrity dick ride at least twice a year. There aren’t many celebrities, who aren’t strict bottoms, that haven’t topped that ass.

F - Favourite Bodypart

Arms. Big arms that can lift him up so that he can wrap his legs around their waist. Other than arms, the abdomen also works rather nicely. If they have abs, then he’d be happy to lick any cum off of there as well.

G - Gag Reflex

He got the blessing from the bottom god. He does not have a gag reflex and has taken up to a foot long down his throat.

H - Hair

He’s very firm about being clean shaven. However, he does occasionally grow out his treasure trail to drive the ‘straight’ thing home a little more.

I - Intimacy

Not the most intimate guy, he’s intimately involved with your cock but that’s about it.

J - Jerking

Three or four times a day if he isn’t having sex. Although, with that being unlikely, it is still at least once or twice on top of that.

K - Kinks

He’s a size queen, a cum slut and still rather big on the whole dom/sub thing, no matter which role he is playing.

L - Lube

Lube is essential otherwise he wouldn’t be moving around with the ease that he does. He likes to buy various flavours, make sure that no matter how big, or how many, he can still take them with some effort.

M - Massages

Sure, he likes massages. But, if you’re just planning to give him a normal massage then don’t bother. You better make sure that there’s an extremely happy ending.

N - Nopes

Don’t be boring, don’t have a bad sex playlist and do not, under any circumstance, leak anything to the public.

O - Oral

Sure, he’s happy to give head and he’s happy to receive head.

P - Position/Place

If he’s playing a submissive role, then hips up and face into the pillow is the way to go. If he’s playing a dominant role, then he’s happy to just ride.

He’ll have sex anywhere - dressing rooms, bedrooms, parties, pools etc

Q - Quickies

Yes, the Quickie Queen of the celebrity world.

R - Risky

He’s a big risk taker in some ways, when it comes to kinks and where he has sex but in terms of who he has sex with? He keeps it to people who also have something to lose. People who wouldn’t want to be blacklisted by other celebrities because they leaked a Shawn Mendes tape.

S - Sexts

Sure, sexts every day. He’ll take one photo and send it to the entire booty call list. He’s bound to get at least a couple willing to show up and others who will send him something in return.

T - Toys

He has a whole range of toys which he keeps in the bedrooms. A large variety of dildos, gags, handcuffs and even albums for sex only.

U - Underwear

Calvin Kleins that are two sizes too small are the way to go. Snug on both ends and effort to slip his trousers over. He gets quite a lot from the brand so every time a guy tears the pair he’s wearing into shreds, he’s got no issue with it.

V - Volume

Shawn is loud. His concert microphones having nothing on how loud this man’s moans are and they are as loud as they are heavenly.

W - Wrecking Ball

Rough, break whatever you have to including this man’s back and he’s happy with it. But, there is one line, don’t ruin the instruments. Fuck on the piano seat, not the actual piano etc.

X - XRay

Shawn’s packing major heat - a good 8 inches of thick uncut gorgeous cock. He keeps himself smooth down there as it is just more aesthetically pleasing in his mind.

Y - Yeps

Fuck him and fuck him hard. Make sure that you can hold your own otherwise you will get dropped harder than the Handwritten (2015) album.

Z - Zest

Very sexual and very horny. If you’re fucking him in the evening, chances are, you’ll be fucking into another guy’s cum. Also, that’s assuming he didn’t invite more than one guy over.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fandom #lgbtq #lgbt fiction #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes smile #mendes army #shawn mendes x you #shawn mendes angst #gay celebs #celebrity smut #hothunks

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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to conceive an heir

warning(s): cursing, dirty language, degradation, oral (f/m receiving), breeding, creampie, choking, teasing, semi-public sex/voyeurism, unprotected sex (always have protection plz) , kind of toxic relationship, power dynamics (Dom/sub, emperor/empress)

summary: paul atreides seems to control every aspect of the empire except his distant empress. having yet failed to conceive an heir, you take things into your own hands. basically a self indulgent throne sex/breeding kink fic/blurb. no beta we d!e like men

word count: 2.7k words

"Where the fuck is my wife!?"

Paul's commanding voice echoes through the high ceiling throne room, gripping tightly on the armrests of his throne as he fumes in anger.

All of his advisors and council members looked around anxiously, staring at each other in fear as they knew nothing would get him more riled up then anything that concerned you.

Ever since you had consummated your marriage on your wedding night and crowned as Emperor and Empress the following morning, you have seen nothing of your husband.

You had grown up side by side under the same tutors, as your father was a Duke from a nearby kingdom of similar lineage and prestige. From wearing matching bibs when you ate messily at the table as toddlers, rolling down the temperate grassy hills of Caladan and sneaking out from humdrum tutors, the ring on your finger and your names bonded by law have set you two apart further rather than bring you together as intended.

Nothing would have prepared you for the turn of events that resulted in you becoming Empress of the entire Galactic Empire, nor with Paul by your side as the Supreme Emperor of all of society.

Nonetheless, you did your duty. Even so, you enjoyed escaping the hollow, ceremonial trappings of the royal court and doing your charity and social events outside the city.

You had spent the past morning visiting a local orphanage and the school conjunct to it, as schoolchildren of the common folk adored you and threw petals at your feet as you walked by. If Paul was to neglect his responsibility to you as a husband preoccupied with the obligations of an Emperor, you will not fail to attend to your role as Empress.

Feeding the children pouring soup into disposable bowls with your handmaidens was sharply interrupted when one of his men, Duncan, whispered in your ear that your husband the Emperor demanded your return back to the palace. It was an order, not a request.

Begrudgingly escorted back to the throne room, you drag your feet through the hollow halls, pacing impatiently as your handmaidens and your bodyguards struggle to meet your agile pace.

The moment Paul feels your presence even while looking away, he narrows his eyes at you suspiciously as you approach him meekly, avoiding his darkened eyes shooting daggers at you almost literally.

“Where have you been, Empress?!” He slouches on his throne, venom laced in his voice, and you resist the temptation to roll your eyes at him. Referring to you by his title, alone? Seriously?

“I was fulfilling my role as Empress by visiting the orphanage-”

“And you did not even have the courage to let me know before you left?”

You pause.

“I left a note on your bedside, Your Imperial Majesty.” You explained offhandedly, praying your long obsidian sleeves can hide your fiddling fingers.

Paul scoffs at you, his curls disheveled on his face and hiding his eyes. A bubbling disdain and enmity for his childish, unreasonable behaviour towards you, not only did he avoid you on every turn, but expected you to be at his beck and call.

Seeing red as you stand alone in the spacious throne room, bare, cold stone with minimal windows as you shrunk in the magnanimous size of the room.

As Paul looked down at you from his stainless steel engraved throne on plain concrete from the hills of Arrakis, the distance between you two are even greater and a reminder how you are always subservient to him.

"Is it a crime for me to know where my legally wedded wife is? I don't even know where my woman is, how can I rule a damn kingdom."

"I'm not just your woman. I am my own person." You bite back maliciously, voice laced with venom.

"You have failed as an empress. You have failed our kingdom. You put the entire Galactic Empire at risk for your negligence, for your refusal to provide an heir. You make our entire future futile."

As a wave of shame overcomes you as your face warms in embarrassment yet the cool of the darkness of the throne room creates goosebumps on your back.

Fumbling with the golden necklace on your collar, carelessly pulling on the rare gemstones that lock the elaborate setting of your cream white straight silhouetted dress.

His eyes widen in panic, yet a flash of lust and arousal appears on his usually, well rehearsed stoic expression as layer by layer falls to the ground with a loud thud.

" What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" He nearly stands up from shock against his throne, yet restrains himself and tightens his grip on the arm rests of his throne.

As the top sheer layer of the pleated white dress, your slim tie knot ribbon chemise dress is yanked off your shoulder as you step over the pile of your garment and you stand in front of him bare.

Step by step with sequenced footsteps, you raise your head proudly as you walk up the staircase towards him.

"Then take me."

"What!?" Paul nearly screams at you in ridicule of your plans, yet his want, his desire for you overtakes him as you see a glimpse of his arousal between his legs.

"Right here. I want you to fuck me right on your throne."

"You are a queen, an empress yet you want to be fucked senselessly like a common whore, like a rabid dog." He snickers mockingly, firmly gripping your bare hips against his rough fingers with a piercing grip you're sure will leave bruises for days.

Just as you lean in to sit on his lap, he suddenly jumps up, towering over you with his dark curls and piercing hazel eyes of swirls of green and gold. Paul harshly smacks his lips against yours, tongue swirling in your warm cavern, dominating over yours.

Your eyes shut in pleasure and pain as you lose yourself in the feeling, moaning as your lips mold into his.

Feeling dribbles of wetness between your thighs as you bare skin contrasts his military uniform that covers his entire body. Your fingers brush against his shoulder blades as you circle your arms on either side of his head, tilting your head to follow his ministrations and gain steady footing as he forcefully contorts and melds into you as if you could bleed into one flesh.

Sliding down from your waist down to your butt, pinching and squeezing before he rociforeously slaps against your skin, gaining a high pitched shriek from you.

Paul brushes lightly against your clit before squeezing in a couple of fingers into your clenched folds.

"You're so fucking wet already. Do you like being fucked like the whore you are!?" He antagonizingly teases you with a mischievous grin, clearly satisfied with seeing you cower over him like putty in his hands.

Resting your forehead against his medalled shoulders, sweat forming on your brow as you attempt to muffle your pleasured cries, increasingly leaning towards him with buckled knees and wobbly joints.

"I can't hear you. What did you say?!"

"I want you to fuck me like a whore, like your whore."

Fondling your nipples and massaging your chest as he tentatively ponders over his next move, waiting for your areolas to harden before his mouth sucks eagerly on your breasts before doing the same on the other and switching places.

As his hands wander around your body, feeling every inch of his skin from his fingertips to leaving crescents from his blunt nails, he gradually makes his way down to his knees in front of you.

"What are you doing?" You bewilderly ask, whining in complaint at the loss of his fingers from your area of pleasure.

Parting your lower lips with his fingers before dipping in and out against your walls, he presses the flat of his tongue before he dives into you like a starved man, squelching, slurping, wildly drinking from you and pleasuring you until you'd see white.

Oh, what a sight. Imagine if any bystander would see their emperor, fully clothed and on his knees in front of his naked empress, his wife, writhing and pulsing with teary eyes and a gaping mouth crying and begging for more.

"More, more-"

"More what?!" He mockingly teases you, his voice reverberating against your warmth.

"I want your tongue on me. I want you to mouth fuck me."

Playing and pulling your clit as his mouth consumes you wholly, your essence dripping down his chin and spilling out his mouth, his pleasured groans and grunts vibrating against your cavern until he hits the very spot you've never discovered, unleashing an unabridged, unrestrained pleasure like you've never seen before.

Screaming, weeping, screeching, moaning so loudly, harshly until your throat went hoarse and you feel a stinging pain around your neck, seeing white like a string unleashed, pulled apart so far apart like galaxies scattered across the sky.

Crying his name over and over again like a prayer on your altar, blessing him with your holy water, your blessed essence, your sacred liquid, reaching your pleasure and losing consciousness until you regain your awareness on shaky knees and exhausted limbs, resting your head against his chest as he stands beside you with arms around your waist.

Taking slow, careful breaths before you push him down to his seat, ignoring the stinging sensation of your bare knees against the hard marble floor.

"You have to let me return the favour, Your Majesty." Your low, hoarse voice sounds sultry and seductive, even as your lightheadedness makes you flighty and clumsy.

Groaning in overwhelming lust, rolling his eyes back in pleasure as you tug off his buckles from his grey tailored pants with shaky fingers.

As the heavy, weighted cloth hits the ground, you lean forward eagerly with a wide mouth as your tongue swirls around the bottom of his pink, throbbing cock.

He groans with tight shut eyes as he reaches forward to pull on your hair forcefully, firmly tugging and scratching against the base of your scalp as you take him in fully into your mouth, moaning deliriously as his cock hits the back of your throat.

Circling and massaging both your hands against the base of his lengthy, girthy cock, twisting, pulling and circling to the sound of his pleasured cries and squeaks.

"Ah, fuck, how is your mouth so good? How the fuck did you do that!?"

As your nose hits his pelvic bone as you reach deeper and deeper, mentally noting to yourself in surprise at your unusual lack of gag reflex. Feeling your own pleasure pooling between your legs, you gobble, throb back and forth against his length until he comes explosively, generously filling your warm mouth with loads and loads of his thick, white essence.

As you reach the end of your gobbling and swallowing, you pull back and open your mouth as you rest your tongue against the bottom of his cock, relishing in his release before you eagerly drink up every drop.

His curls messily sticking to his forehead drenched in sweat as he rests an arm over his eyes as he recovers from his pleasure, he opens his eyes and meets you with a menacing, forceful look as he leans over to pull you over his lap.

Twirling your around to have your back facing against him, he pulls you down by your hips to sit on his thighs , next to his already hardening length.

"Since you want to be such a fucking tease, we'll do it this way."

You never want to admit how much you wanted this and you never knew. You never knew how much you wanted to be humiliated, insulted, treated so carelessly, so harshly unlike the glass figurine you were in a gilded cage in your ivory tower.

"Fuck me like this, you do the damn work. Face forward on this throne for everyone to see. Look at their empress, jolting, splintering, piercing herself in half on her Emperors cock."

Lowering yourself inch by inch on his length as either of your knee caps rest over his legs, you wince in slight pain before a wave of overwhelming passion and pleasure overcomes you.

"What are you waiting for, slut?!" He spits darkly at you, impatient with frantic, bouncing knees as you whips your thighs in punishment for leaving him wanting for so long.

You cry and babble as you grasp his forearms for support as you weakly try to find you footing. His fingers snake around your neck tightly, under your jaw and around your throat as your breath hitches and your arousal continues to grow.

The loss of air circulation no longer fills you with panic or fear, but excites you with a foreign glee you never knew you could even feel.

"Look at how desperate you are for my cock, how it's the only thing you think of, you live for. How it's the only thing keeping you alive. Like you were made for my cock, for my pleasure."

Raising up your knees and standing up slightly to position yourself over his standing cock, you slowly but surely adjust to his length before starting a constant rhythm riding his length.

You speed up as the symphonies of your moans and groans blur into one incomprehensible sound.

"Look at me. Then look there. Let them see their empress at work. Their empress creating the future, creating the future of the kingdom."

"The galaxy will be secure when you give me so many fucking heirs we'd fill every damn room in this gigantic palace. Beg for every single drop of my cunt, slut."

"I want you walking around butt naked, heavily pregnant and swollen, round with my child every waking second. You're either pregnant or I'm getting you pregnant when you're not."

You cried out loud in wanton list at the prospect, at the possibility of conceiving a child on this very throne. The future of the empire created for perhaps no one or everyone to see if they happened to pass by the empty throne room.

"Please, please- more."

"Beg." Always firmly, he commands as he impatiently begins thrusting upwards to meet your wavering hilts, as you increasingly slouch towards him as you begin to reach your second peak.

His fingers brush forward to your clit once more, ignoring your desperate pleas at how sensitive and rare your pussy felt after agonizing hours of brutal assault but he kept going, kept plummelint, kept fingering you until you would go numb.

"I want your baby. I want a fucking future emperor or empress right now, in my womb!" Raw and hoarse your voice went as you slammed down his dick until you could feel his tip brush against your cervix and you saw white just as he released into you.

You both relaxed and collapsed, defeated yet satisfied in your pleasures and fulfilled lists and desires. His chin rests on your shoulder, slightly ticklish with the faint feeling of growing facial hair underneath.

"I'm sorry. I should be treating you better- I should have never been so controlling-" Paul breaks the silence, recovering from his highs in horrified discovery at how brutally he treated you when he was consumed by his anger and lust.

You pull up weakly with your arms on his shoulders to get off his dick, whining at the loss of the physical bulge that he would brush over possessively as he spliced you open on his throne, with the teasing possibility for everyone and anyone to see with no restraint.

"Sh.. don't be sorry. You are right. I have failed to do my duty, and I really just want to spend more time with you. we definitely should seriously try for kids, not just because of the empire, but I want to talk about that with you. Besides, it was really hot." You shush him with a finger on his mouth, looking down shamelessly as you cover your body with your arms in the sudden realization at how clothless you were, yet your cheeks redden at your admission of something you had never said out loud, yet his smug smirk assures you otherwise.

"Oh yeah, you like that? I'll fuck you senselessly and for hours, days even months or years on end till I get you so pregnant, swollen with my child and bursting with milk. Get ready for that."

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sensei-venus · 3 months

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(Unedited) (Right off the bat smut, Strap Blowing, V Penetration, Table Doggy, Trailer Site Sex)

Reader felt so dirty for what she was about to do. It wasn't like it was anything to bad. There was just something that told her that she shouldn't be doing this. Not here at least.

The sound of a light giggle brought her out of her own thoughts and back to reality. With a flushed face she looked up at Peyton with big eyes. The blond girl looked down at her with a huge grin. Her plush lips were full and plush, a light layer of lip gloss still coating her soft skin. She gently bit at her lip before going back to grinning down at her. A moment passed and she clocked her head, eyebrow raised for a split second.

Her voice was tempting “Come on Reader we don't have all day here. We have to be on set I two hours and I want us to enjoy this before we have to be there.” she wiggled her hips a little.

The thick ten inch strap that huge heavy between her legs slapped at one of her thighs loudly.

It nearly smacked Reader's cheek which had her pulling back. Eyes wide as she looked at the silicon beast. It hung low between the girl's thick thighs with easy, latches that held it up with tight ropes. It was snugly fixed to her crotch with the bands tightly digging into her thighs and hips. The black straps dug into her lightly tanned flesh just right. The purple and black swirled strap already had Reader's mouth watering.

Reader gulped as she took the strap on her hand. She gently stoked it a few times before nodding to the blond. Her knees dug into the floor of the trailer as she slowly started to kiss along the silicon. Ever so slowly she placed gental kisses along the sides. Her eyes eventually looked up to meet Peyton as her lips found the fat head. Wrapping them around the fake cock head. She gave it a few soft sucks before a hand found its way into her hair. Pushing her farther down the big shaft with a firm grip on her head.

Reader moaned while taking more of the fake cock into her mouth. Peyton was always a bit of a rusher even in non-rush situations. Always want to get to the fun part as quickly as possible.

It wasn't that she didn't enjoy getting her strap gobbled up by her girlfriend, she just liked fucking the chubby girl's tight cunt more.

Reader moaned as the hard material tapped at the very back of her throat. With a loud and sloppy gag, she gargled around it. Her eyes started to well up with fresh tears at the new feeling.

She started to loudly whimper as both of Peyton's hands met the back of her head. Hands balled into fists in her hair. With ease, she started to use the chubby girl's mouth to her own liking. Making a speed that suited her needs. She licked her lips at the image before her. Watching as the plump girl gagged all over her big strap. It was a high that she loved so much.

But right now all she wanted to do was pound Reader's pussy until she was squealing and they have to rush off to set. The urge to just pump that tight pussy until she was creaming all over was fi good.

With a loud huff Peyton pulled the girl off the strap by her hair. Reader gasped and started to loudly cough as she popped off from the top. Spit coated her lips and some even spilled down her chin. Her eyes will glazed over with tears, a few escaped from the corner of her eyes. Falling down soft full cheeks. She blinked them away as fast as she could. With a big smirk, Peyton grabbed her by the arm and forced her up off the ground. Reader yelped as she was man handled off the floor. Quickly she was turned around, being shoved over to the small table on the other side of the trailer. Her cheeks started to burn once a hand pushed her forward.

Stretching out her arms she hit the table. Looking down she realized she was now completely bent over the small table.

“I can't believe they have you wearing such a short skirt for this scene. They could have at least put you in some shorty or something.”

Peyton's lips found the shell of Reader’s ear. Whispering just right to blow hot air into her ear ever so gently. Reader could almost hear the smirk lacing her pretty lips.

“But I won't complain about it too much because it lets me do this- and I like doing this,” she whispered while flicking the skirt up and shoving the girl's panties down. The poor fabric got stuck half way down her thick thighs. Tangled and digging into fatty flesh. Reader moaned at the feeling. The Ac in the trailer wasn't the best but it had her pussy twitching. The heat of her panties only made her super uncomfortable, the minute her pussy made contact with the cool air, she was gone. One shiver ran up her spin before she was wide eye and jerking.

Cold wet slim had her almost jerking up onto the table even father. Peyton’s spit-covered strap slipped across her puffy folds. It had her shivering at every light trust. The hard strap dragged along her sloppy folds for a good minute. Getting her used to what was about to happen. The tip bumped against her clit making her whimper, eyes shut tight at the new feeling.

Peyton grabbed at one of her legs and forced her thigh up onto the tabletop. The new position had Reader rolling. The blond slapped the tip across the fat pussy in front of her a few times.

“Humm get ready babe, I'm about to have that pussy throbbing all over this dick.” and with that she lined up her strap and pushed in. There was little resisting as she went in. I'm the matter of moments she was bottomed out. Her hips meet the other girls as making her sigh. Her hands grabbed onto Reader’e hips and started to pull her back and forth.

It was a loud and sticky sound that seemed to bounce around the walls. The sound alone had both girls whimpering out. Peyton was addicted to the sound. She loved hearing the way her fake dick make Reader into a puddle under her. A nice stream of cum spilling all down the silicone and ito the table and floor. The hand holding her thigh squeezed her even tighter in a sad attempt to keep her even more grounded to the table. Her hips picked up as she continued to bottom out over and over again.

With a loud grunt, she continued to pound the poor girl's pussy. Her hips smacked loudly against her ass, pushing her hard into the edge of the table. Reader tried her very best to get a grip on the table but it was fruitless. All she could do was try and dig her nails into the flat surface. She was slowly losing what grasp she had both physically and mentally. Their eyes start to lose focus and roll back into her head. The only thing she could really do was lay there and moan.

The bubbling in her gut was starting to become too much too. She wanted to tell Peyton, let her know she was close, but nothing came out. Her jaw was locked as she whimpered out.

“I- cu-” that's all she could get out as she was pushed and pulled around.

Her cunt gushing and throbbing on the thick cock that was buried inside her. Hitting her deepest spots. It made her legs weak, her toes curling as she was lifted off the ground. Her thighs shaking and her legs were lightky kicking back in pure overstimulation.

With one heavy grunt she was lifted up and slider fingers pushed towards her pussy once again. The feeling of slim fingers sissoring her folds wide open so the strap could guild in easily had her spiraling.

All it took was the tips of Peyton’s fingers tapping against her fat clit to have her spasming. Her cunt clinched one last time before the floodgates opened. Her eyes crossed and her belly snapped. The feeling of pure bliss washed over her in big waves. All she could hear in her ears was her own heartbeat. The sound of breathing overpowered the world around her and locked her in place. Her eyes fluted shut as her body shook.

Peyton grinned as she meet the full resistance of Reader’s pussy around her dick. The spasming hole gushed around her toy with ease. Her grin only widened when her cock was pushed fully out in a big wave of cum. The hard orgasm forces the toy out of her sopping pussy.

All she can do is stand back and watch as a flood of cum pours out of her destroyed hole.

Her fingers ever so slightly move to work her through the orgasm. Doing hard figure eights over her clit. Watching her girlfriend spams on her own trailers table was amazing.

After a few good minutes, she stopped and let the girl calm down.

The sound of clanking and clips coming undone filled the air for a brief moment. A soft tunk was heard as the strap and harness fell to the floor. A gooey mess to be dealt with later.

Reader whimpered as a loud chuckle was let out from Peyton’s lips.

“We really have to do this more often. Hope you still have enough energy after that to get done with the next scene. We better get cleaned yo before we have to be there. We might end up cutting it pretty close this time to set~.”

Reader let her head fall against the hard table with a groan.

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dirtykpopsnaps · 6 months

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Big combo post bc I’m exHAUSTED, but…little comment about the San selca…I have never wanted to be a lollypop so GODDAMN BAAAAAD😭😭

- Admin

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mollyg25 · 1 year

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Here’s the request for Ariana!

#dirty kpop snaps #celebrity #celebrity smut #ariana grande #ariana grande smut #snapchat #smut snaps

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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hello! do you have any fic recs??

sorry it took so long!! these are my current recs, all include our sweet boy Timothée/Regulus Black/Marauders. I’ll be adding to this as I come across others, but this is is for now.

!!!most if not all fics include graphic smut or allude to smut (I’m too lazy to click through every link, read with caution)!!!

SERIES:

The Curse by @hausofwilder

Winter In the Shade by @willowbleedsonpaper

Scorn and Devotion by @sufferingstarlight

The Witch by @meetmyothersouls

It’s Not You, It’s Me @meetmyothersouls

Thinking About You @meetmyothersouls

AO3:

APBGTDTBB*

Occulta Tenebris: Cold, Brilliant, and Utterly Still

Coiled

ONE SHOTS/BLURBS:

everything by @ourloveisforthelovely

everything timothee/regulus @sufferingstarlight

masterlist 1 & 2 @thestarsaregivenonceonly

Lock the Door @alexnikki18

masterlist 1 & 2 @meetmyothersouls

masterlist @timottea

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runa-falls · 4 months

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after dark

summary: he wants you. and he knows you need him.

pairing: geneticist!miguel o'hara x intern!reader

rating: explicit [18+] - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

cw: dark!miguel, dub/non-con elements, somnophilia, dacryphilia, drugging, afab!reader, stalking, obsession, smut, slight size kink, piv sex, creampie, breeding kink, gaslighting (?), a bit of dumbification, miguel's nano-suit in action!

wc: ~1.7k

a/n: this is my submission for @romana-after-dark's dead dove december event!

masterlist

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Despite the obnoxious number of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals on your bed, your body is completely uncovered. A sweet scene reserved for his eyes only.

You're curled up with your shirt shoved up to your chest, displaying your barely there panties that cling to your curves. Your body shivers unconsciously as a shadowed form cascades over your sprawled figure. He steps closer, his broad body blocking the moonlight that streams in through the window.

So unsuspecting. So…pure.

You nuzzle your face into your pillow with a sleepy sigh, body soft and relaxed, completely unaware of his presence. His claws dig into his palm as he holds himself back from touching you.

You've always been a tease, showing up to work with those naive eyes and sweet smiles. More than once, your fingers have brushed against his as you shyly handed him a cup of coffee, mumbling an adorable, "For you, Dr. O'Hara", before scurrying away.

Red eyes glow as you move to lay on your back, legs falling apart to show him how the fabric of your underwear presses perfectly against the softness of your cunt. Your arms lazily stretch above your body, resting against the mess of your hair on the pillow. He seethes at the sight of your tits, barely shielded by your t-shirt.

You want this.

He's sure of it.

You're practically begging for it with how sweet you smell.

A hand lightly brushes against your abdomen, moving methodically so the sudden touch doesn't accidentally wake you. A finger hooks the underside of your shirt and tugs it over the curve of your tits, revealing your pebbling buds to the cool air. Sensitive.

He swallows down a groan as he captures a tit in his hand and softly squeezes the soft mound. You arch your back against his thumb as it barely flicks over your nipple and a soft whimper slips from your pouty lips against your pillow.

His other hand palms over his covered cock as it throbs desperately at the sight. Damn, you're a heavy sleeper.

Miguel lets his touch drift lower, teasing at the waistband of your underwear. He traces that cute little bow in the front, a symbol of innocence above a needy cunt. You’re so cute, acting all pure when all you really need is a big cock to fill you up.

Two fingers press gently against your covered folds, prodding where you need him the most. You’re already wet for him, drenching the light fabric with your slick. He lightly tugs the underwear out of the way, needing to feel your sloppy cunt suck around his thick fingers.

Pulsing fangs dig into his bottom lip as he reveals your pussy, glistening so ethereally under the moonlight. He spreads your slick over your folds, mesmerized by the mess as you drip nectar onto the mattress below. God, you’re soaked. Even unconscious, you’re a desperate slut who’d take anything to be filled and bred.

He attempts to push a finger inside of you, tenderly nudging at your entrance until he can ease the tip of his index finger inside your hot core. About halfway in, your body stiffens and your legs instinctively spread apart.

You’re trying to let him in. You’re inviting him.

With more space, it’s easier to push in, to bury his finger until you’re wrapped around him. You feel so good, so wet and hot, perfectly tight around his finger. He can’t wait to feel the vice of your cunt around his cock.

Slowly, he pulls out, staring at the glistening tops of his knuckles, your mark on him. You let out a pretty sigh, so light and pleasurable and real that he’s afraid you woke up, but still you don’t open your eyes.

Miguel pushes back in, just as slow, but this time at an angle. The tip of his finger drags against the top wall of your cunt and your pussy flutters around him. This time you let out a rough moan, involuntary, but so delicious. You’re so responsive to him.

His mouth waters as the heady scent of your lust calls him to coax more pretty sounds and messy slick from your body. He nearly turns you over to shove his cock into you, needing to feel your cunt swallow him until you’re staining your pillowcase with drool and tears.

He needs more. But he also needs you to cooperate.

He leans over the side of the bed and hovers over your figure. His fangs throb under his top lip as he gets closer to you. He brushes your hair to the side, exposing your neck, eyeing the spot where your throat meets your shoulder.

He presses a gentle kiss against your shoulder before laving his tongue against his target area, your sweet taste egging him on. Your body shivers with sensitivity as his hot mouth works over your skin, but you stay asleep. Your lack of awareness gives him the confidence to take the bite.

An involuntary moan rumbles up from his chest as his fangs sink into your soft skin. Miguel has to hold onto your arms before he gets carried away from the feeling. Your head involuntarily tilts to the side to give him more access to your neck as your body throbs, and you groan as a wave of pain, pleasure, and shock fills your senses.

Your eyes flutter open when the bed dips next to you announcing his presence, but all you can see is scarlet eyes staring down with curiosity. Your mind is foggy as you try to sit up, but your body stays flat on the mattress, feeling heavy and helpless.

"Hmn…?"

Miguel coos lightly against your shoulder, “Shh…don’t worry, cariño. I’ll take care of you.”

You recognize that drawl, but you've never heard him so low and rough, “O’H-Hara?” You try to cover yourself with your blanket, slowly moving against whatever is holding you back, but he holds onto your wrist to stop your movements. “Wha–” You choke on your words as a sudden bout of heat spreads throughout your body.

The tingling hot sensation is overwhelming as it settles onto the surface of your skin. It makes your head fuzzy and susceptible.

"Let me help you..." Miguel settles over you and grinds his hips against yours, pinning you against your bed. He's hard against you, thick cock perfectly outlined by the thin fabric of his suit that's barely acting as a barrier between you. Your ruined underwear is still shoved to the side as he ruts himself against your cunt.

"Doctor..." Your body is immediately on fire, reacting mindlessly to his touch. You mewl wordlessly, arching your back and pressing harder against him. You don't know what's happening to your body. All you know is that you need more. "Please." It's a broken plea that leaves your tired lips.

There's an unbearable heat between your legs, but his body prevents you from pressing your legs together and reducing the intense feeling. He squeezes your wrists as you squirm under him, huffing in lustful frustration.

He whispers something above your ear that your scrabbled mind can't decipher, "Suit, Code Zero, Confirm."

But it doesn't really matter what he said when his bare body is finally pressing against you. He doesn't even have to line himself up before his aching cock is rubbing against your dripping folds, tip bumping so softly, yet earth-shatteringly, against your clit. “You don’t have to beg anymore, baby, I’ve got you…”

You cry out when he notches his cock against your entrance. He presses in slowly, letting you feel how completely he stretches you out. Miguel bites back a smile when he feels your legs shake against his hips. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, mi vida?" His voice is nearly a growl with how it drips with darkness.

You nod, eyes blearily searching his, wondering when he'll finally bottom out. Miguel watches your eyebrows scrunch together as you struggle with the intense pressure of him pushing in.

Adorable.

He groans when his hips finally meet yours, filling you to the brim. He doesn't waste time before beginning to move against you, fucking his cock into you over and over until you're eyes are rolling to the back of your head.

He doesn't stay gentle for long, easily losing himself to the feeling of your perfect little pussy wrapped around him. You can hear the distinct sound of his hips smacking against your thighs complimented by his rhythmic sopping jabs as he fucks you baselessly into your mattress.

It's all so much that you don’t even notice the tears that run down the sides of your heated cheeks onto the pillow under your head.

But he does.

"Feels that good, hm?" He teases, "Such a weepy baby. Can't even take a good fucking without cryin'." A raspy groan vibrates against you when your cunt accidentally flutters around him, unable to hold back against the pleasure he's forcing into your body. "Tell me you need me, cariño."

"I--" You try to hold yourself back from the edge, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of playing your body so perfectly, but then he rolls against you so fluidly, hitting that explosive spot inside of you.

"Go on, baby." Miguel encourages, "Say. It." He punctuates each word with a stabbing thrust right where you need him.

"Mngg..." Your cunt tightens impossibly hard around him as white fills your vision. A grated moan is squeezed out of your throat as you reach nirvana, every ounce of energy pushed out in one final bout.

You don't mean to cum, you don't even want to, but you have no control over your body.

You go boneless as he continues to fuck you, harsh strokes against your weak body. "Mm, I’m gonna fill you up so good, cariño." Your body stiffens, quickly pulled out of your temporary state of euphoria from his words, "...Gonna fuck a baby into this pussy so you'll never leave me."

You try to shove yourself out of his hold, but his hold is too strong.

"W-wait, Dr. O--"

"It's Miguel." He growls out.

"Don't -- not inside --" Miguel ignores your pleas, letting go of one wrist to place his hand over your mouth. You can't do anything against his large body as he frantically ruts into you, taking everything he wants and more.

"You want this," He huffs. "You need me, baby. Need to be filled up and taken care of." He gives a few more hard, sloppy thrusts before shoving himself deep inside and painting your cunt with his cum.

#deaddovedecember2023 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #cw: somno #cw: somnophilia #cw: dub con #em's 123 celebration

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