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[takami-takami]

OMGSHHA I LOVE YOUR BLOG UGHHH this has been on my mind for a little while but keigo breeding reader like crazy because baby boy is in a rut and can’t keep his hands of them he just wants to breed them so good he can’t help itt 😣😣❤️

Can't Help Myself.

includes— hawks x gn!reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— rut. breeding kink. biting. keigo getting lost in the sauce and trying (failing) to be nice. he can't help himself :(

Your doting boyfriend has always been quite handsy, but lately Keigo's been... Excessive? Desperate, more like.

"Fuck— 'M sorry," he pants above you, eyes glazed over and bottom lip quivering as the tight vice of your body just won't let him go. His tongue feels too heavy for his cotton-dry mouth, his palms clammy as he paws at your chest, neck, hips— anywhere he can get his greedy hands on.

You both know exactly what he's apologizing for, though you don't think it's necessary. He doesn't want to be too rough with his baby, his sweetheart, his lovely darling; but how can he treat you with the tenderness you deserve when wrecking you feels so good? When every backstroke sucks him in like a vice, as if you're just begging to keep him inside and fill you to the brim? Just the thought of your body responding so earnestly, of it begging and ready to be bred, sends a sharp current down his spine. It's electric.

And it goes straight to his cock.

How would you look when he's filled you, he wonders? He can't stop his attention from drifting, can't stop himself from visualizing the look of your jaw slack, his name dripping from your lips as he pulls out and obscenely fucks his cum back into you.

The sounds it would make... The ring it would form around the base of his cock as he twitches and pumps load after load inside you...

He needs it. He needs it like he needs air to breathe.

It's quite the contrast to his typical giving nature. The thoughtful, attentive Keigo who's gentle fingers would bring you to orgasm at least twice before he even thought about undressing himself is long gone.

Gone is the man who'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he rocked careful thrusts to the rhythm of the kisses he'd plant on your collarbone, gone is the man who took his time in breaking you down into fits of pleasure only he could provide.

He wants to be that for you right now. Honest. He is trying, you know.

His restraint doesn't go unnoticed. There's a pause in his thrusts, a pained look in his eyes as he tries so desperately to take it slow. Each time his hips cant forward, a breathy "hah" escapes his lips and his brow furrows just a bit deeper. He can't push his baby too much, no, but fuck this isn't enough. Tears of frustration burn at his eyes as he holds every cell in his body back from what his instincts scream and beckon him to do.

God help him, he just needs to breed you for all you're worth, just needs a couple loads stuffing you to make him normal. He needs to fuck you like rabbits, sweet and slow be damned.

Little does he know, you've caught on to his predicament.

His breath catches in the cutest squeak when you fist the roots of his hair and yank his head to the side to meet your heated gaze.

"You want to be a good boy, don't you?"

Eyes impossibly wide, full of fearful adoration and eager to please, Keigo nods sharply.

"Yeah, I—" he fucking whines, leaning his head into the grip you have on his scalp. "Wanna be good." He blinks away the tears sticking to his dark lashes before looking to you for orders.

Pretty little puppy, you swear to god.

"My pretty boy," you coo. He shudders in response, melting and gooey in your grasp. Pliable. "C'mon, Kei', let go for me?"

He winces, shaking his head to free himself from the places his mind is going. He begins to rock his hips again, feathers trembling with barely concealed restraint. He tries to ground himself by mouthing at your exposed chest. It doesn't work.

You roll your eyes. Of course he'd be stubborn; but you know exactly what will bring him to his knees.

Leaning into the crook of his neck, you let out an unabashed moan directly into his ear. He goes rigid.

"Keigo, breed me?" His eyes open wide, breath stopping completely, as if he doesn't want a single sound blocking his focus from your words. "I need you, please— has to be you. No one else." You run your fingers up the expanse of his back, digging your nails into the tender skin. "Fuck me, breed me, do whatever you want to me—"

He can't take any more. He plants a palm over the headrest with a firm thud and fucks you with the speed and fervor of a man possessed, a man obsessed.

"Whatever I want, huh?" The far-gone way he slurs the words out has you shivering. You grip his shoulders for dear life, high pitched, pretty little moans settling in his bones. With each punishing thrust, they seem to get louder and louder. Music to his fucking ears, he thinks.

You're close. He can feel it in the way you're squeezing the life out of his cock— greedy for it. You're the perfect little outlet for all his rutting frustrations, and he just wants to take.

When it hits you, you feel the air leave your lungs. You hook your trembling legs across the small of his back, back bowing as you wring and milk his cock for all it's worth. "That's it, dove— oh, fuck me," his harsh pace never slows, even as you squirm and hiccup beneath his grasp. The fact that your orgasm is pulling him in, like your body itself knows that he's aching to fill you breaks what little restraint he has left.

"Take it baby, need to breed you— inside, inside," he practically babbles into your shoulder, his hips losing focus. He can feel himself throbbing inside you, pumping his hips as he chases his own climax.

When he finally finishes, he can't stop shivering and snarling into the skin he's latched onto, the very skin he's sunk his teeth into.

He does good on his promise, indulgently toying with the mess he's created inside you. Mesmerized, he doesn't let you waste a drop, pushing it deeper inside.

You let out a sigh of complete satisfaction, prompting a dazed chuckle from above.

"Oh, no. We're not done here, sweetheart. What was it you said? 'Whatever I want', yeah?"

#hiii sorry i made him a bit baby gurl here #got lost in the sauce myself. thank you for the ask !! <3 #💌 asks #🖋 writing #🌶 spice #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks smut #keigo takami smut #smut mention #mha thirst #bnha thirst

[mackjlee9]

I can't write daddy kink anymore y'all 😕

Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; praising, overstimulation, dumbification, daddy kink, rimming.

Masterlist.

Boku no Hero Academia.

Request by Nesrin_Moorse on Wattpad.

Keigo had given (M/n) one of his feathers on their first anniversary as a necklace. An easier way to make sure his boyfriend was always safe.

Out at work while simply patrolling, he could feel the vibrations of (M/n)'s chest when he laughed or spoke, feel the temperature of his body rising or lowering. On occasions, (M/n) would gently touch the red feather hanging around his neck, dangling on his chest, and Keigo knew his boyfriend missed him.

And now, after a long week of hero work, Keigo had earned a few days off, flying all the way to (M/n)'s apartment to spend some well-deserved quality time with him.

They walked around for a while, a few fans of the pro-hero asking for pictures and autographs, which he gladly gave while making sure it wasn't upsetting (M/n), but he was smiling at the sight of little kids jumping around him, excited about meeting their favorite hero. They watched a movie, a rom-com that was funny enough, and entertaining enough for them to watch it all the way through.

After the movie, they had dinner at a restaurant, nothing too fancy but not too casual either. And on their way back to (M/n)'s apartment, they bought an ice cream each, talking and laughing all the while.

It was a fun date, a fun day. It was good.

Already back in the coziness of the place, (M/n) couldn't help himself.

His hands placed themselves on Keigo's hips, pulling him flush against his body as he pressed their lips together, kissing him passionately, a deep kiss that left Keigo flustered, such a dark blush coloring his face. (M/n) smirked at him and took a step back, leaving him standing by the front door while he walked to his room.

//////

Laying in bed peacefully, (M/n) heard the water of the shower hitting the floor of the bathroom. Keigo let out a deep sigh as the hot water fell on his skin, dripping down his tired and tense body, relaxing for the first time in that week.

(M/n) remembered he had to take his necklace off, but before he did it, he held it in his hand. A thought flashed across his mind, and he had to hold back a smirk, and he decided to test his theory.

Slowly moving his thumb across it, (M/n) gently stroked Keigo's feather.

The blond male felt it, startling him as it caught him off guard, but he ignored it. Well, until it started to become unbearable.

(M/n) was putting more pressure on the palm-size feather in his hand, and another crazy thought plagued his mind. He couldn't stop himself from licking it, wetting it whole as he dragged his tongue on every inch of the feather.

Keigo's legs trembled, holding himself up with the wall, his wings shuddering as his knees gave out, ending up on the shower floor while the water kept falling on him. His face was flushed, his eyes clouded and teary from lust. He couldn't take it.

While feeling (M/n) lips leaving open-mouth kisses and small licks all over his feather, he stood up with wobbly legs, closing the water and stumbling out of the shower. His body was shaking, his hard cock dripping pre-cum while he tried to collect himself at least a little bit.

There was no point. (M/n) wasn't stopping.

With trembling hands, he reached for his bathrobe and struggled to put it on, he needed something that could sort of ground him, that could cover his overly sensitive body.

"You... need to s-stop that," he stuttered out, and (M/n) simply smirked, pressing again on the base of the feather. He observed with a glint in his eyes how Keigo squirmed and stumbled back, resting against the wall behind him.

"You don't like this, hm?" (M/n) hummed, a teasing tone in his voice, but the blond male silently rubbed his thighs together before responding.

"I like it... t-too much," the smirk on (M/n)'s face grew, and his fingers continued caressing Keigo's feather in his hand, taking in every reaction from him, watching him cry out and slide down the wall until he was sitting on the floor.

"Come here," Keigo took a deep breath before crawling with great difficulty toward (M/n), who had moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

His arms trembled, threatening to give out under his weight, "Please, daddy..." Oh~, he used the magic word. (M/n) simply patted his lap and Keigo pressed the side of his face on (M/n)'s inner thigh.

"Please what?" Keigo whined at the feeling of his cock getting wet because of all the pre-cum he has been leaking.

"Don't... play with my f-feather, is... too much," (M/n) debated with himself whether he should obey Keigo's words, but in the end he did, even if he was enjoying the sight of his golden eyes filled with tears and silently pleading for mercy.

"Alright, I'll leave it alone," Keigo showed (M/n) a smile, watching him dangle his feather in front of him, but (M/n)'s eyes seemed to be shining with something different now, "Get on the bed, all fours."

//////

Seemingly nonstop, loud, high-pitched moans and whimpers left past Keigo's lips at each lap of (M/n)'s tongue inside him, his hands gripping tightly onto the bedsheets, his wings shuddering and splashing a bit of water around.

"You take my tongue so good, Keigo," (M/n)'s hands gripped onto the blond's cheeks, spreading them open and observing his hole twitching, needing something- anything, inside it again, "You cum so much from just my mouth, you're such a good boy, aren't you?" Keigo nodded frantically, trying to move his hips back toward (M/n)'s face, "Oh, what an impatient little boy~, daddy is gonna give you something better now."

Keigo whined as he swayed his hips, whining against the pillow while almost crying from how impatient he was. He wanted something inside him. (M/n)'s fingers, tongue, cock, anything that could help him satisfy that burning hot feeling on his lower abdomen, that feeling that made his cock twitch and drip with cum.

He felt (M/n)'s hands holding him by his hips and he was close to releasing a 'yes, please~' when he felt the wet tip of (M/n)'s cock pushing past his wet and tight muscle walls.

Holding his breath for a moment, Keigo let out a loud whine that closely resembled a thank you, his breath coming out ragged as he whined like a little bitch in heat.

"Daddy, daddy... daddy, d-daddy~," he repeated over and over again, getting louder and higher every time he said it, "C-cum... cumming~" he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

(M/n) kept fucking his rough through his orgasm, pulling the sheets because of how sensitive his body felt.

"In-inside... cum inside m-me, daddy..." Keigo muttered between ragged breaths, his mind going numb because of the pleasure, but catching a glance at his necklace, (M/n) decided to drive Keigo absolutely...

Fucking...

Crazy.

Reaching for the feather attached to the silver chain, (M/n) wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue around it as he took it in his mouth. Safe to say is... the reactions from Keigo were almost otherworldly.

His cock shook with every orgasm he had, squirting all over the sheets, his eyes rolling back as his arms and legs gave out. His body was shaking and he couldn't hold himself up anymore, so he mindlessly let (M/n) keep him up by holding onto his hips, as if he was only using his body for his pleasure only.

The thought of being used as nothing else but a doll made Keigo's body tremble, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth and wetting the pillow.

His mind turned dumb and his body was being used by his boyfriend...

"Fuck me, daddy~!" Was the only thing he managed to let out before completely giving in to the pleasure (M/n) brought to his body.

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[charmercharm3r]

Make Love, Not Porn

Puppeteer

HHJ

Masterlist, Story Masterlist

18+ content — minors, do not interact

Synopsis: You crave a life of normalcy, he craves you. And he'd do anything to keep you, even if you're for the world to see.

wc: 4.3k

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, barista!hyunjin x cam girl!reader, mutual masturbation, cum eating, oral (f receiving), faking orgasms, nonsexual showering together hehehe, lmk if I missed anything

Past Broadcasts : Heat Signature

Live : Puppeteer

Next Scheduled Broadcast : Hi, My Name Is

☆ﾟ

Fuck self control. Fuck whoever’s watching. Fuck him, and fuck him hard, you’ll do it on camera…

…Is what would’ve happened if your entire livelihood wasn’t excitedly tuning in to watch you masturbate.

It was difficult to watch him touch himself to you while not being able to so much as say his name when you wanted to so badly. All you wanted was to fall to your knees and suckle his leaking cock like it was a sweet treat, make him whimper and cry and beg you to let him cum until there isn’t anything left in his body. Only then would you climb up his body and ride him until he’s a subby ball of overstimulation and dry orgasms. That’s the fantasy.

“Fuck– wait, I’m gonna cum–”

“Have I kept you waiting long?”

A rather loud slap of skin on skin and the creaking of the bed in the background made your body jolt, you obviously had to peek a glance to make sure Hyunjin was okay. And he definitely was.

Both of his hands clasped over his mouth to repress the loud strings of moans turned into muffled heavy breathing and cum shooting from his tip to leave ribbons of white decorating his chest and abdomen. Hyunjin couldn’t keep his hips from rutting into the air as he fought the urge to sob out. 

What a good boy, you wanted to say, but returned your attention to the floods of comments pouring in.

“Sorry, I just got a new pet! He might make some noise, I’m still house training him. So don’t mind the disruptions! How are you today?” You leaned your elbows into the desk and intentionally squished your bra clad breasts together. There was a small grunt that caught your attention, stealing another glance at the boy who struggled to keep a lid on his excitement. Hyunjin had let his hands fall to the bed while he attempted to regain his composure, cum dripping down the sides of his body and cock still twitching, untouched.

Back to work.

“Oh, hard day? I’m sorry to hear that… I hope what I’ve got planned will make it all better, even just for a little while. I wanna get right to it, ‘m so excited!” Times like this, you were glad the camera didn’t show your face, you caught quick looks of Hyunjin sitting up onto his elbow, reaching for his dick again, determination on his face and clearly nowhere near finished.

“We’re taking things old fashioned today. Just me, you,” you wiggled your fingers beside your chest, “and the pretty manicure mister callingherdaddy helped me pick out. I do like purple, even got a set to match because you’ve been so generous. Thank you, sir.”

The comments scrolled faster than you could read, so you didn’t bother for the moment being. Instead, you took your time to pull your hair up, keeping it off your shoulders so that the camera wouldn’t pick up you looking in Hyunjin’s flustered direction. He watched your every movement like a hawk and you were the bunny, waiting for the moment you gave him the chance to swoop in, claws first.

Gently, slowly you ran your hands across your puffed chest, tugging the bra straps to drape off your shoulders as you leaned back in the chair. Hyunjin sucked in a deep breath and lightly massaged the area around his still hard cock at the possibility that you could take a good while, while he could take a good thirty seconds to blow again. But you didn’t really have the patience. It felt like an honor that he’d been so vulnerable with you. Though, maybe that was pushing it considering he’s still a man. Men think with their dicks, and he was certainly using every brain cell he had.

“I’m feeling a little needy. It won’t bother you if I get straight to it, will you?” Hyunjin held your stare with confidence, this time you truly were talking to him. He shook his head, no. “Good. Don’t mind if I help myself, then.”

You were so eager. Eager and wet. Sopping. Before taking off the panties, you hiked your knees onto the edge of the table and pressed your fingers to the darkened gusset. The wetness gushed outwards from the point of pressure and the both of you could hear the lewd slick sloshing between your folds. Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back again for a second as his head fell to the side, pretty lips parting for a heavy sigh. 

That fucking look in his eye, like he was ready to spring up and devour you at any given moment. You wanted him to and it was so difficult to resist. The pinging of the tips going off made you check the screen and slide the panties off but leaving it hanging off your ankle.

“Sorry, lovely, I can’t wait. Feel like I’ve been waiting for this all day.” The shy giggle you let out made Hyunjin smile too, a shit-eating smirk that made you wanna tie him to the bed posts naked and leave him there all night.

As soon as your fingers made contact with your puffy clit a horny moan pushed past your lips. It was hardly any pressure aside from the intense eye contact Hyunjin wouldn’t dare let die down. His hand dwindled higher to grab the base of his cock, stroking just the shortest bit to tease himself. It wasn’t the fact that you were touching yourself that got you so worked up, it was him. The pretty face that couldn’t break away from yours because he was hanging on every word you said.

Your fingers moved a little faster to rub the bundle of nerves in tight circles, perfect pressure to make your eyes flutter. “This is already too much for me. Ha, isn’t that funny? Fuck– feels so good. Just missing– mm– one thing. One big thing.” You gestured with your eyes down to his cock and watched as his entire body tensed up, hand slapping over his mouth again to conceal a groan.

Hyunjin’s body felt on fire, like the cum leaking from him was made of molten lava and it burned in the best way possible. He loved the way your hole clenched the quicker you circled your fingers, how your toes would curl when you pushed harder, the slow rakes of your gaze up and down his lean body, how you’d linger a little longer on the way his hand wrapped around his cock like you were memorizing the way he liked to be touched. It was because you were, still jotting down mental notes of every nook and cranny of his body because you wanted to know it like you knew your own. Don’t tell him that, though.

“Look at that,” you pried your hand away to spread your fingers to show the camera the stickiness between them. Hyunjin couldn’t see it very well, but when you brought your fingers to your mouth and moaned, he got the idea and jerked his cock a little faster. “Mmm, would you taste me? I know you’d be so good with your tongue.

“I don’t think I’ll last long, lovely. It’s so hard to hold back when I think of you.”

Hyunjin matched your now frenzying speed, fucking his hand tighter when you switched hands rubbing at your clit to slide them down to your hole. Oh, you were glistening all over, sweating under the mutual heat both you and the barista were giving off. His wrist occasionally twisted while you attempted to curl your fingers at the right angle, but as well as you knew your body, you knew you’d never be able to reach unless you suddenly learned the secrets of a contortionist within the next few seconds.

Aching limbs, pussy growing more and more used to the ministrations the longer your orgasm refused to come to light, you were ready to fake one just to give your wrist and cunt a break. Even Hyunjin could see the slight difficulty, but wasn’t really sure of why. You’d seemed perfectly fine on your own during all those other live streams where you weren’t using a toy. But when he thought a little harder, the only time there wasn’t an extra source of stimulus, be it that a grinder, vibrator, dildo, there was always an extra set of hands. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, any person you’d collaborate with for the time being. You called it an “old fashioned” type of stream tonight, but didn’t think it entirely through.

Because you were really struggling, as in to the point where your eyebrows were furrowing and biting your bottom lip to hide the desperate whimpers that hinted to your viewers that you weren’t truly as close as you said you were.

He was right there. He was so close, pretty lips plumped ready to be used and big hands fisting his cock instead of being around your neck. How come this was suddenly an issue? Now that he’s here and you can’t have him, you can’t cum?

As you could see him visibly getting nearer to his end, you mouthed, “come here,” looked at the spot next to your desk and out of view of the camera for him to stand. Hyunjin rushed to the spot and tried to keep the sloshing, slick sounds of his jerking as quiet as possible. You could smell him, his musky scent and hint of coffee grounds that made your mind numb. The atmosphere rose a few degrees as the sweat dripped down his temple and onto his reddening chest. Fuck, everything about him made you want to cut the stream short, end it right here and blame it on a power outage or something, make up an excuse just because you wanted him so fucking badly.

It’s a problem, one that got you so frustrated that you did fake an orgasm, the whole shebang. Your body convulsed, you clamped your pussy around your fingers and let out a moan that seemed maybe a little too forced. But you didn’t care. The orgasm that was on the tip of your tongue could wait the few seconds it took to say your parting words. With Hyunjin at your side, you slipped your hand off to the side to rake your nails down his thigh, feeling him shudder beneath the touch.

“Told you, I couldn’t wait, he he he. ‘M sorry for ending things a little early today. I think that new pet of mine is very eager to play. I promise, we’ll have more fun next time. See you soon, lovely.” You took your hand from Hyunjin to do your sign off and click the ending button. As soon as you did, he rumbled a moan you could tell he’d been dying to let out.

You spun in your chair to face him entirely and spread your legs again. Just as you did, his fist sped up, no longer caring about the noise he made. Rubbing at your clit was his last straw, looking up at him with those desperate, watery eyes.

“Cum, baby. I need you.” The breathy whine, you almost begging him, Hyunjin panicked for a second until you gestured at your cunt, “but if you make a mess, you clean it up, pet.”

He didn’t hesitate even after knowing the consequences. But to Hyunjin, getting to lick his cum off your pussy was definitely not a consequence he’d ever complain about. “Ah– shit, gonna cum– fuck, you’re so pretty. Such a pretty pussy, oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Within the few inches closer he came, he couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer and initially missed the first rope or two of cum and splattered it over your thighs, the rest then spreading between your folds with every rub of your fingers on your clit, making even more of a mess than necessary. It was so warm and slippery, your eyes fluttered for a second at the sensation. But you wanted more, too needy to even think about what could come from this.

Before Hyunjin had entirely come down, you reached up to push him down by the shoulders, bringing him to his knees with his face in front of your puffy cunt. He was ready to go to town, but still waited for you to tell him that it was okay. And at just a nod and a small moan, he dove in, licking his seed off your pussy like frosting on a cake. He didn’t know he could taste so sweet when your juices mixed with his.

And dear fucking god, how warm you were. He wasn’t sure where he wanted to start and just sort of went in everywhere. Fat tongue licking stripes up and down and covering every inch he possibly could, messily lathering your bundle of nerves in his saliva just to make it sound sloppier when he finally suctioned it between his lips. He was a master at that, you knew his lips wouldn’t fail to make your legs shake. You wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair, but even that felt like crossing a line.

Was there really a line, though, now that his head was between your legs? It didn’t matter right now, he was doing too good of a job for you to worry about the after part.

Hyunjin slurped and suckled on you until you were moaning out for him, gripping at the armrests of your desk chair and borderline screaming because he was just what you needed. He looked up at you between breaths, smiling into your pussy while softly palming at his cock again. Taking a second for you to gather yourself, he licked up the leftover cum that covered your thighs, gently kissing his way back to where you wanted him.

Even if it was only a few seconds he’d pulled away, you whined when his lips connected to you again. It felt like a broken powerline, the electricity that coursed through you when he buried his face in your warmest parts.

As he sucked in, the tip of his tongue wiggled softly over your clit, and that strange, wonderful feeling made your hands shoot out to grab onto his hair, gripping onto it so tightly that the brief idea it might rip out did cross your mind. Just for a split second, though, because he didn’t stop even as you tugged him in closer, as close as physically possible without your bodies somehow miraculously phasing into one another.

“Fuck, fuck fuck– don’t stop, baby. Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” He hummed in acknowledgement, and that little detail is what sent you flying over the handlebars and face first into the pavement for your orgasm to clean sweep through your body. The heat overtook every one of your nerves to make you unsure of whether or not you were completely silent in bliss or screaming at the top of your lungs from the intense euphoria.

Has it always been like that? Were your orgasms always that… vivid? If that’s even the right word for it. Part of you didn’t want to let him go even after the high subsided, content with just running your fingers through his hair. Hyunjin didn’t seem to mind, he was mindlessly kitten licking the rest of his cum off the parts of you he’d missed, head contently laid in the crook of your pelvis. As your heart rate slowed, you tapped the top of his head gently so you could look at him properly.

The bottom half of his face was glistening in juices, yours, his, probably mostly yours. But also, his cheeks were a bright red to match the tops of his ears, and his gaze was no longer carnal but plainly tender, stars and warm pink mood lights making him sparkle. Kindly, you leaned forward to take his chin in your hand and swipe the lingering fluids from his lips and Hyunjin smiled.

“Did so good,” you cooed. He leaned his head into your palm. “Wanna, maybe, shower?”

“Mhm.”

You helped him to stand up and guide him into the bathroom to start the water. He was shaky without your being there to stabilize him, probably more sensitive than he was letting on. When you turned to leave, he reached out for your arm. “Just getting us some towels,” Hyunjin nodded and awkwardly waited in the middle of the bathroom until you returned. His face lit up seeing the multiple towels in your hand.

“You’re coming in with me?”

“Of course,” setting them down and opening the shower door for him to enter. “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t?”

Your apartment only had one bathroom, all of the stuff in here was yours. Your soap, your shampoo, all of your hair masks and body exfoliators, it was just you. Prospectively, Hyunjin knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up about this, about you helping him. You were just doing a service. But then again, you also contradicted yourself. He hadn’t prepared to touch you today, let alone even come into your apartment. This was unfamiliar territory. Does he thank you? Does he kiss you? God, he wants to kiss you. Does he ask what you are now?

You maneuvered him under the water first, gently tilting his head back to let the stream soak his hair. It ran down his cheeks, down his chest and body as his eyes quietly closed under the warmth of the water and your hands. Your touch was feather light, he might’ve thought he was daydreaming if you weren’t softly instructing him when you wanted him to move. Even that put him into such a dream-like, hazy state. If this was all that was to come from meeting you, he wouldn’t mind. 

The lather of the shampoo filled his nostrils to make him open his eyes, seeing you bubbling it between your hands. Hyunjin’s only thought in his head was how beautiful you were, skin damp and wet, rosy cheeks, so domestic and loving. He didn’t notice the small grin playing along his lips when you reached up to massage the shampoo into his hair. You smiled back, though. Just briefly, but he saw it. Warmth filled his chest and pushed his head harder into your hands. “Smells good,” he murmured.

“Do you like orange blossoms?”

“Is that what it is?” He didn’t care enough to look away from your face.

“Mhm.” You were finished with the task much sooner than he wanted. Just as you were about to reach for the body wash, he put his hands on your shoulders to switch places. You stood under the water with a confused expression. “You don’t have to do that,” you said softly while he grabbed the shampoo bottle.

“I want to.”

His attempt at washing your hair was nowhere near as tranquil for you as it was for him. He did his best, but didn’t put enough shampoo in his hands and had to keep going back for more, dropping the bottle a few times. It made you laugh, your sweet giggles making his embarrassment worth it. When he tried to help you rinse it out, he forgot to put his hand on your forehead to keep the suds from getting into your eyes, embarrassment rushing immediately back. Even then, you laughed and smiled and went along with the domestic role playing for as long as he wanted.

It made his heart flutter the most as it was time to cleanse his body. Your hands running up and down, feeling him everywhere, even the most intimate of places. You asked him if it was okay first before traversing further south. Honestly, he didn’t mind you touching him there, even if he was flaccid. For some reason, he trusted you. The way you spoke before about intimacy and human connections made every minute detail feel larger than it was. Like he was connected to a set of strings, being pulled in any direction you wanted and manipulating his every move, he didn’t care, not when it was you controlling him this way. Hyunjin was ready to do anything you asked. He wasn’t even thinking about sex as your fingers grazed his soft cock to get to his thighs. Not so much as a twitch when you looked down at his private area to make sure you rinsed everything thoroughly. That’s not because he suddenly wasn’t attracted to you, but because he was so fucking attracted to you that he didn’t feel the need to think about sex every second he was with you to maintain that attraction. It was a rare emotion to feel, and desperately held onto it.

For you, you were masking the little pang of hurt when there was no physical reaction to being in the shower with you. He didn’t so much as try to kiss you, didn’t try to touch you other than shampooing your hair and hardly laying a finger on you to soap.

It was the post nut clarity. It happens every time. Why did you think he’d be any different? There was one thing all men wanted. He got it, on to the next.

Men are selfish. Which is why he jumped at the opportunity to leave after the two of you were done cleaning up. It went similar to your usual interaction with male partners;

“Did you want to stay the night? In case you’re too tired?”

“No, no, I should get home. I don’t wanna overstay my welcome.”

“It’s no trouble.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

He changed, took one of your offered snacks for the road, and left.

And you weren’t planning to ever show your face in that coffee shop ever again.

Hyunjin was skipping home after leaving your place. He had a plan to get you to want to see him again. The only reason you didn’t take him up on your offer of staying the night was because he didn’t want you to think he wanted to go further. He’d snuck one of the other specially doodle cardboard cup sleeves he kept in his apron onto your cam desk with his phone number written on it, also a sweet message that would hopefully make you smile.

He’d fought the urge to kiss you all night, really kiss you. Not the “I wanna stick my dick in you,” kind of kiss, but the “I wanna make you breakfast in the morning and lend you my sweaters so they smell like you,” kind of kiss. All he thought about the whole walk home was just that, he was literally skipping down the sidewalk.

When he came home his roommates asked why he was so late and why he looked so disgustingly happy. Glowing was how Seungmin put it. Hyunjin was absolutely glowing.

But that glow faded over the next few days when you didn’t call him. You didn’t come into the coffee shop. You were still doing your usual streams, and that stung a little, seeing you but not seeing you. He should’ve asked for your phone number instead of leaving his. God, that was so fucking stupid of him to do.

Maybe he misread the entire situation. You got yours, he got his, there was no reason for you to ever speak again. That had to have been the reason you never reached out. And it fucking sucked. He hated it. He had a taste of you– literally tasted you– and was forced to quit you dead cold. It was miserable. He was miserable. The strings were cut and he was a lifeless piece of hollowed out wood. He tipped you during your streams just like before, he knew you knew it was him, but you slowly stopped acknowledging it. Hyunjin didn’t quit, he kept telling you how much he wanted you in the only way he knew how. Until you told him you didn’t want him, he was going to try.

Then Seungmin, ever the big brained menace he is, suggested that he should just stop by your place. Seungmin didn’t know details, he didn’t know who you were or what your job was, just that his roommate was sulking over a girl that was purposefully ignoring him. Hyunjin’s roommate didn’t think the barista would take it literally.

After Hyunjin got off work the next day, he made your favorite drink and even used one of his weekly free bakery items to bring as an extra apology gift. He picked up some flowers from a nearby floral shop, had them write your name in that pretty cursive and it even made the worker blush. They told him, “whoever these are for must either be very special or about to get a hefty apology.”

Hyunjin answered, “both.”

He wasn’t even sure if you’d be home, it wasn’t one of your streaming nights. Still, he hoped and prayed that you were. Hyunjin hesitated to knock, he hadn’t seen you in person in a week and felt the anxiety bubbling in his belly. But he missed you, more than he’d ever missed anyone. If he felt like this now, what was he to do if you were home and rejected him a second time? He doesn’t know if he could handle that.

Still, he found the courage to knock, barely audible but loud enough that you came to the door. Hyunjin stood up straighter, took a deep breath, and waited for the door to swing open. But it didn’t. Did you trip and fall? Did you need help? He swears that it was your footsteps he heard coming.

He stood in waiting, returning to holding his breath after knocking one more time. Nothing came. 

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[thursdayisfriday]

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⤑ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Dom! GN! Reader x Sub! Character, breeding kink, fluff/smut, sexual activity, d in p and riding

His hand rested on your waist, sinking his fingers into your skin. Red marks appear with every scratch he makes. Sweat covered his body as some tears covered his face. His head was thrown back on the top of the chair. His legs went numb, but he didn't care. He moaned once again as you pounded yourself on to his shaft, eyes rolling back into his head. This had been going on for hours now, but you couldn't help yourself as you kept going even after he had cummed a few times. He just looked so cute staring at you like that with that fucked expression.

You moved a little more harshly not caring about how loud you guys were being. All you could think about was him filling you up with his babies. The thought made you happy but mostly horny. You held on to his shoulders, looking into his lustful eyes. His eyes traveled to your pink puffy lip, watching it hungry. He was almost ashamed that he wanted to kiss you softly at a time like this. At the time you were riding him. You bite your lip getting close to his face, still making eye contact. You watched as his breath hitch while moans escaped his mouth, almost like he was trying to hide how good you were fucking him.

You pressed your lips against his, kissing him sloppily. Drool escaped his mouth as he tasted your sweet saliva, hungrily. Your hands met his, prying it from your waist and onto your stomach. Eyes widening, he looked at your stomach then you, shivering as you slowed down your pace. The outline of his cock inside you was not something anybody would miss. "T-that's- m~...me!?" He said out of breath making you chuckle. You cupped his face. "All you baby~". He melted like puddy in your hands. You pecked him on his lips one more time before going back to your original position. Pushing him into the chair riding him once again.

It wasn't even minutes before you felt him twitch inside you. "M-m'...cum- cuming- cuming-!~". He arched his back, shaking a little as the warm, sticky, liquid filled you up. You pulled your body Into his, wrapping your arms around his neck, tightly. Your body went limp as his weak arm held on to your waist. "You did so good for me, hun" you said as you peppered his face with kisses.

"A-anything for you, baby~"

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Naughty fantasies | 500 follower special 🖤

Pairing | Boyfriend!Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Avenger!Fem!Reader

Word count | 2.5K

Summary | Bucky recently discovered a specific fantasy he's been wanting to fulfill. Even though you two have never experimented with roleplaying before, you're instantly on board when he brings up the idea of a Student/Teacher roleplay. It's just not the way you had initially thought...

Warnings | Established relationship ~ boyfriend/girlfriend, use of nickames ~ Doll, Baby Boy, Baby

Smut | Porn with some plot, Bucky watching porn, implied male masturbation, oral ~ M&F receiving, deepthroating, student/teacher roleplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), Sub!Bucky Barnes at first, but later he takes back control.

A/n | Firstly, I want to apologize that this has taken so long to be posted, life got in the way and with Fluffcember going on too it was hard for me to find the time to write this. But it's here now, and I hope you will all enjoy it! This is written as a thank you and celebration for reaching 500 followers; this one has been chosen by all of you! 🩵

A/n 2.0 | This is proofread by the amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917, for which I am truly grateful! I also believe this was based on a post from @notafunkiller a while back (please correct me if I'm wrong and it wasn't you!) about wanting to see a student/teacher fic with student Bucky, so I hope this will fulfill at least a little bit of that craving 👀🩵

Events Masterlist | 2. ''Don't tell anyone'' | @the-slumberparty

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Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You've been away on a solo mission for the last three weeks, meaning your boyfriend, Bucky, has been looking for a different way to meet his needs. Not in the form of another woman, but in the form of his fist while watching porn.

The idea of porn was very foreign to Bucky at first, but he has always been curious about it. When he truly couldn't take it anymore, he decided to ask you since there's no one else he trusts more with such a sensitive topic than you.

''Doll? Could you come here for a moment?'' Bucky asks as he's seated on his bed, and you're getting ready for a girls' night out with Nat and Wanda.

You just put on your outfit for the night, and once your heels are on, you're ready to go. During this entire time, Bucky had watched you like a hawk, enjoying every curve of your body when you changed and pouting when you told him you couldn't stay.

If it were up to him, he would have you under him the entire night, making each other cum so many times you don't remember your name, let alone where one person begins and the other ends. But no, you couldn't cancel girls' night again.

''Is everything okay?'' you ask as you walk over to him, putting your hand on his thigh as you look at him with a curious gaze.

''Everything's perfect, but I've been... wondering about something,'' he starts, his voice trailing near the end and a blush creeping onto his cheeks. 

Your eyebrows are slightly raised out of curiosity, and your mind is going a mile a minute as you're trying to think of what could be swirling around in his brain. The following sentence is most definitely not on the list of things to even cross your mind, let alone his.

''Where can I watch porn?'' he said it like it was the most casual thing in the world, like someone asking what's for dinner that night. You nearly choked on your saliva, and after your coughing fit, you looked at him to make sure you heard him correctly.

It turns out that you did.

''Are you okay, Doll? I can ask someone else-'' ''No! I can show you!''

It was unexpected, yes, but you didn't want to give Bucky the feeling that you'd think he was weird or that you weren't okay with explaining these things, too. They're only natural, after all.

And that's how you found yourself explaining to Bucky where he can find free porn, and he has been exploring the wonderful world of online porn.

Ever since that night, he has watched porn a couple of times, usually only when you're away on long missions like you are now. He's been watching one of his usual videos when he stumbles upon something he's never seen before that instantly piques his interest.

Student/Teacher roleplay. After that first video, he has been going down an entire rabbit hole of roleplay porn, but he noticed he gets the most satisfaction from the student/teacher dynamic.

Somewhere along the way, he found out about the dynamics being reversed. It was usually a male being the teachers and a female being the students; in this one, a female teacher was punishing her badly behaving student.

Now, he's trying to find a good way to bring up the fact that he's interested in trying out a little roleplay of his own. It's not something you two have ever tried before, but it's not something you have discussed.

So here he finds himself watching the same video over and over again, his sweatpants on his knees together with his underwear and his fist wrapped around his cock, stroking himself at a leisurely pace.

Despite seeing the video countless times at this point, it never fails to get him off, and this time is no exception if it weren't for the fact that you swung open the bedroom door, just as he was about to reach his climax.

His super soldier hearing had not notified him of your arrival because he screamed when you caught him, his phone flying across the room as he tried to cover himself up.

''D-doll! Fuck! I didn't know you'd be home so soon...'' he mumbles, his face bright red while you walk over to where his phone landed to see if it's okay.

''Please, don't tell anyone!'' Bucky pleads, not wanting everyone to know about the kind of porn he watches. It's nothing illegal or anything, but that doesn't mean he's not embarrassed by it.

''I won't, Bucky; this will stay between us,'' you reassure him as you take off your boots before making your way over to the bed, where he's still waiting for what you're going to do next.

''So, you've wanted to try a little roleplay, huh? Well, you could have just asked me, and I would have happily said yes, silly boy,'' you tell him with a sensual voice.

You take slow steps towards the bed as you pull down the zipper on the front of your Tac suit, exposing your bra underneath.

''But first, do you want me to help with your not-so-little problem?'' you ask him, crawling on the bed and in between his legs before pulling the pillow away, revealing how he's still hard as a rock.

''Y-yes, please,'' he whispers, and without any hesitation, you bend down to give a few licks across his red, weeping tip to lick off the few drops of pre-cum that have gathered.

Your fist wraps loosely around the base, closing your mouth around his tip, sucking softly, and earning yourself a loud moan from your boyfriend that has your pussy clenching around nothing.

Slowly, you work more of him into your mouth and throat until your nose makes contact with his pubic bone, and you're gagging around his length. This turns out the be his undoing, and without so much as a warning, he shoots every last drop of cum into your mouth, letting you swallow every last drop.

''Fucking hell, Doll, you always know how to give a warm welcome-'' he tells you as he's softening and coming down from his high, ''- but now it's my time to give you the same.''

The next day, you and Bucky discussed roleplay and your interest in trying it out. However, this is also when Bucky confessed he would like to be the one receiving the punishment and taking the sub role in this scenario.

Your discussion has led to you searching for an office you could use, which may have resulted in a somewhat awkward situation with Steve. See, you've been trying to figure out if any offices are available with a lock on the door, but you didn't want him to know what you would be doing there.

"So, about the office… Is there one available?" you ask Steve again. It's been about a week since you last discussed it with him.

"Well, there are plenty available, but I can't exactly assign an office to you without knowing what you're going to do there," he tells you, focusing intently on your face. You know he means well, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing.

"I have some- uhm- personal business? With… Well, with Bucky…" you say, your voice trailing off to a whisper, and that's when Steve finally puts two and two together. It's not about exactly what you would be doing, but it did click why you need an office with a lock.

"Oh! Well, uhm… Yeah! We have- I'll put you on the list; I'll let you know!" he says as his cheeks turn bright red, and with that, he storms off to try and not make the situation any more awkward. You quickly retreat to your bedroom to tell Bucky the excellent news, but you decide not to mention that Steve has an idea about what you will do.

A week later, you find yourself in the office Steve assigned you and Bucky. The door is locked so you two can avoid getting interrupted.

''Are you sure you want to do this? Because you know I'm okay with this, of course, but I care about your wellbeing too, Bucky,'' you tell him before you start.

''I'm sure, Doll. And I have my safeword if anything happens that I'm uncomfortable with,'' he reassures you. This does make you feel a little more at ease, and you need to get a few more things ready before your scene.

You've already changed into your outfit of a tight skirt that barely covers your ass, a white blouse that is about two sizes too small, your boobs and bra on full display, a pair of high stockings, and high heels. The entire look is finished with a high ponytail and your glasses.

''Ready, Baby boy?'' you ask Bucky when everything is ready, and when he notifies you that he's ready, you instantly switch into teacher mode. Suddenly, you're glad you've been a high school teacher for a few years before joining the Avengers.

''Somebody-'' you start with a raised voice ''- has gotten an F on last week's test. And because of that, they will receive a fitting punishment.''

Bucky's eyes instantly go wide at how you naturally slipped into your role. Between your authoritative tone and the way you look, he can already feel himself growing hard in his pants, and he has to adjust himself already.

This doesn't go unnoticed by you, and you walk over to Bucky, your heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor. You lean forward when you're at Bucky's table, and this only makes your boobs stand out more, making Bucky unable to look away from them.

You clear your throat loudly, and his eyes instantly snap up to yours, and he knows he's been caught. A deep red color appears on his cheeks and down his neck, and you can't help but grin at the sight.

''What's the problem, Baby Boy? Am I making you nervous by standing so close?'' you whisper in his ear after leaning in, and you are so close to him that he can smell the perfume you're wearing.

He bought it for you last Christmas, and you only wear it for special occasions. This occasion is very special, and his head reels from the thought.

You get back up, and he instantly misses you being so close, but that feeling is quickly gone when he watches you walk, the fabric of the skirt stretching slightly across your butt.

The sway of your hips has his mouth slightly agape and his hand reaching down to his crotch, palming himself over his jeans to give him the slightest bit of relief.

''Barnes!'' you say, and he quickly pulls his hand above the table. His eyebrows go into his hairline as he looks at you, and you turn around, sitting on your desk with your legs crossed.

''Come over here, Baby Boy, and I will give you your punishment now, so you won't have to go to detention later,'' you tell him, your glasses sliding down your nose as you playfully look over them.

He slides his chair back without hesitation, and before you know it, he's in front of you, the bulge in his pants very noticeable. He's enjoying this even more than you thought he would, and it makes you smile.

''For the first part of your punishment, I want you to sit on your knees, and eat this pussy until I tell you to stop, is that clear?'' you ask him, and he nods.

''Words, Baby Boy,'' you order, and he follows with a soft 'yes.'

''Good boy,'' you tell him as you spread your legs for him, and he sinks to his knees, his hands hooking behind your knees to pull you towards the edge of the desk. A soft gasp leaves your lips, and Bucky spreads your legs wider with his shoulders, opening you up for him.

The skirt you're wearing rides up to your hips, and when Bucky finds out you didn't wear panties for this, he lets out a deep groan. At this point, he's straining almost painfully against the confines of his pants, but since you didn't tell him he could touch himself, he hooks both arms around your thighs as he starts to eat you out like a starved man.

''Oh, fuck! Doing so well for me, Baby Boy,'' you praise him, and with that, he increases his pace even more, alternating between licking your clit and fucking your entrance with his tongue to get every last drop of your arousal.

He groans against your pussy with the praise, and you can never get enough of him eating you out like that. Your fingers are threading into his long locks before pulling him even closer, making your moans only louder.

''Use your fingers, Baby, use your fingers to make me cum-''

He doesn't have to be told twice because as soon as he hears the words 'fingers,' he is suckling on your clit, his fingers crooked inside your pussy.

Within no time, you're trembling as your legs are over his shoulders, your hand in his hair pulling him away as you're overstimulated and unable to keep yourself up at this point.

''F-fuck me, Bucky, fuck me until I can't fucking walk straight anymore,'' you tell him as he's worked you through your orgasm, and he's glad he can finally free himself from his pants.

After a few quick strokes, he's pushing himself into you, and you instantly clench down on him from the stimulation he's giving you. Once you've finally relaxed enough to let him in further, he slides in, bottoming out in one thrust.

The moan leaving your body is nearly pornographic, and it has Bucky going crazy, too. After getting adjusted to you and how tight you are around him, he leans forward and captures your lips in a soft, sweet kiss that is the complete opposite of the pace he's fucking you with.

With his metal arm, he rips your bra and shirt into pieces in a single motion, freeing your breasts from their confines and ready for him to play with. At this point, you know he's taken back all control, but you don't care; all you can think about is his cock deep inside you, hitting precisely the right spot.

''Need your fingers, please!'' you tell him, and his metal arm slides between your bodies, finding your clit without a single problem, while his flesh hand plays with your nipples, tugging and squeezing both in an alternating rhythm that only increases your pleasure.

Before you know it, you're falling over the edge of your second orgasm, and Bucky is following closely after, shooting his cum inside your pussy as he bends over and captures your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and your legs are wrapped around his waist to keep him as close as possible. The two of you stay like that for a little while until Bucky goes soft, and he pulls out, ready to clean you up.

''So, how about that grade?'' he asks you.

''You deserve an A+ after that performance,'' you tell him, and after he's cleaned you up, you try to stand, but to no avail. Your legs give out immediately, and Bucky has done precisely what you asked.

''Here, take my shirt,'' he tells you as he pulls off his Henley before taking off the remaining pieces of your bra and blouse and throwing them in the trash for you. The soft material of the shirt feels warm against your skin, and Bucky lifts your bridal style, ready to take you to your bedroom.

You lay your head against his shoulder with your eyes closed, letting out a content sigh as you let Bucky take care of you. He makes sure all private parts are covered, and despite a few people giving him odd looks, Bucky keeps walking and giving you soft kisses on the crown of your head occasionally.

''I love you, Doll, and thank you for making my fantasy come true. Next time, I'll help you fulfill one of yours,'' he whispers to you before stepping into the elevator, and you fall asleep, getting a much-needed nap.

The elevator arrives at the floor of your bedroom quickly, and when the doors open, Bucky walks past Steve, who instantly turns bright red at the sight of his best friend holding you as you're wearing his shirt.

Steve turns around and quickly rushes into his bedroom to save himself from more embarrassment, though it is unspoken between all three of you that this will never be mentioned to anyone.

It's a good thing you left your bedroom door unlocked - your valuable stuff is always put away safely - and Bucky steps into the large room to put you on your bed without disturbing you.

When he pulls the comforter over you, he is just about to walk away to meet Steve, but you've woken up from the transfer, and you're not engulfed in his warmth anymore.

"Stay?" you ask him in a rough, sleepy voice, and he agrees. Right now, all he cares about is you, and Steve isn't capable of looking either of you in the eye after knowing what you did in that office.

For Bucky, though, this is truly a win-win situation. More time with you and the rest of the day to do whatever he pleases? It's like his dream come true.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

hiiiii

first i would just like to say i looveee your writing its so good

secondly, i was wondering if i could request a kraven x fem reader smut where they’re on a mission together and they end up getting a hotel room but surprise surprise there’s only on bed so they end up having to share it but while they’re getting ready for bed and she’s undressing to change he sees her bare back when shes not noticing and then he starts acting different when they get in bed and she asks why and he kisses her and then they ;) also could they already have a kind of flirty relationship but also kinda get annoyed with each other pretty easily?

anyways i know its a lot but its been stuck in my head all day and i have no writing skills AT ALLLLL

thank youuuuuuu ❤️❤️❤️

I LOVE THE ONE BED TROPE AND I LOVE THIS REQUESY ANON!! This was a bit long 😭 BUT THANK YOU!!

Shower thoughts

Smut, MDNI, masturbation (m), oral (f), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl people), cum eating, fingering (; porn w plot

You groaned as you fell onto the hard concrete, you stared at Sergei and someone else fighting, finally he had (violently) killed the man, he bled out in the open, no one to help him.

“You alright?” He said, looking back at you, blood on his hands and face, slightly staining his shirt. He reached out a hand for you to grab.

You nodded and grabbed his hand, he helped you up.

“Probably gonna hurt in the morning. I’ll be fine.”You said, sighing and looking around in the open field.

“We just gonna leave him out in the open.”

“Nah.” He took a minute or two to use his powers, and suddenly a tiger came roaring from out of nowhere, and it bit the man’s head off.

“Oh, Okay.”

“Alright. Well, we should probably go to a hotel or something. I’m exhausted, I’m sure you are too, and it’s like.. 10 pm already.”

“I am.” You laughed quietly, getting into the car and he drove off.

He stopped at the closest one, it was a small motel, but it would do fine for a night.

“You gonna take a shower?” He asked you, you nodded. You both walked up to the front office.

“I’ll take one after you, or with you.” He said, eyebrows raised.

“Shut up.” You laughed, pushing his shoulder.

He went up to the desk, the woman behind it not paying attention too much.

“Hey.” He said, she turned around.

“Hey. What’s up?” She asked, eating ramen noodles and slurping them.

“Can we get a room? Just for one night.”

She looked at the both of you, still eating. You both awkwardly just stared and waited.

“Sure.” She said, taking the key and handing it you. “That’ll be 120$ please.” she said with a smile.

“120…” you sighed, taking out your wallet when Sergei stopped you, taking out his instead and paying the lady.

“Have a good night.” She said, and you both quickly left.

“You didn’t have to.” You said, as you both walked.

He shrugged “I don’t mind.”

Once he finally found the number, he opened the door to one bed. He turned on the light to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Nope. One bed.

“Damn. Was there really no other room?” You sighed, putting down your stuff.

Sergei sighed, and put his stuff down as well.

“Well, I’m gonna go take a shower.” You said, quickly going into the bathroom.

As the shower ran, so did he thoughts. He’s often thought about you, with his cock in his hand or just randomly sometimes.

He was thinking about how your body would look under the wet shower, how you would look under him. He shifted and groaned quietly, looking at the bathroom and back to the TV.

There wasn’t much that was sexy about an old veteran feeding homeless people on the news.

So he waited, and you soon shut off the shower. Sergei watched you like a hawk as you made your way to your bag, rummaging through it.

The motel towel didn’t hide much, it was small and thin, cheap.

“Would you stop staring at me?” You asked, still going through the bag.

“I’m not staring, what do you mean?” He said, looking the other way when you looked back. You finally found some clothes and Sergei looked back. He swore this was some sort of his sick fantasies.

He saw your back, ass only covered by a small black pair of underwear. He stared again, and he just grew impossibly harder every second.

You slipped a t-shirt over your head, and a pair of pajama pants.

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” He mumbled, so he went into the bathroom.

He quickly turned on the water and locked the door, he quickly took off his pants and boxers that he had, freeing his very hard and red cock.

He hopped in the shower, and slowly started to stroke it, imagining it was your hand instead of his, imagining you underneath him in the shower.

Then his thoughts ran back to how you almost exposed yourself fully naked in front of him, not knowing how much it turned him on.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, throwing his head back. It didn’t take long for him to finish, and quickly wash his body.

He went out to change and saw you scrolling on your phone, you were clueless to what just happened. He quickly changed, and got in the bed.

“So.. tomorrow…” you started, turning off your phone and turning to your side to look at him.

“Uh.. what about tomorrow?” He looked at you, also turning to his side.

You furrowed your eyebrows “We still have that one mission. You know-“

“Oh. Right, right, I forgot for a second.”

You laughed quietly and he smiled.

You were talking again, about random things, and he just nodded and said “uh huh.” “Wow.” And “cool”

You furrowed your eyebrows when you realized, and looked at him in confusion. You stopped talking and he looked back at you.

“Is something wrong?” You asked him finally.

“No.”

“Did I.. do something?”

“No…” well, I’m glad you asked, you changed in front of me and I got a hard on.

“Oh. Well then why are you so…”

“I’m just tired. Sorry.” He said, and he saw how you were kinda hurt. You nodded and turned the other way, he couldn’t go to sleep.

“Actually..” he sighed after a while, you turned back to him.

“Can I be honest?” You both looked at each other now.

You nodded, and he didn’t say anything else, but he did lean close to you, you were shocked when he kissed you, eyes wide for a second, before you kissed him back.

“I saw your body, when you were changing, fuck, I’m sorry but-“

“You were watching me.. change?” You asked, teasing him.

“No… yes..?”

You laughed quietly and shook your head.

“That’s cute. But if you wanted to, you coulda asked.” You gave him another kiss, this one wasn’t so loving and slow as the other one.

His tongue explored your mouth, he kissed you hungrily and he slowly moved around, he disconnected his lips for a second to get on top of you.

“Do you wanna do this?” He asked, making sure. You nodded eagerly, with a smile on your face.

His hands explored your body, he pulled up your shirt first, revealing your tits.

Something he’d always fantasized about.

He smiled and littered small kisses all along your body, you just stared at him. Slowly he took off your pants, putting them on the floor next to your shirt.

He slowly took off your underwear after, he looked up at you as his fingers trailed down to your clit, running circles. You bit your lip and he stopped, you whined at the loss.

“I wanna hear you. Okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded and released your lip, and he slowly put his fingers back on your clit, and you let out a moan, your back arching off the bed slightly as he worked his fingers.

And he was good with his fingers.

That’s when he did something you didn’t expect, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, you gasped and made noises that were like music to his ears.

Your hands went flying to his hair, tugging and pulling on it as he ate you out, you tasted as wonderful as he had imagined.

“Sergei- Im gonna-“ you mumbled.

“Please do.” He said, disconnecting his tongue for a second, with a small smile. He then dived back in and soon you were cumming on his tongue.

You caught your breath while he took his sweatpants and boxers off, his cock was painfully hard.

He stroked it a couple times, and you impatiently whined.

“Sergei!”

“Sorry, love.” He said, giving you a small kiss on the cheek and aligning his cock with your entrance.

He groaned while you moaned, he stayed still for a minute and he looked at your reaction to see if he could move.

Your eyes screwed shut, it hurting at first. Then you nodded, and he started to move slowly, he smiled and slowly thrusted.

“Sergei- please.” You said.

“Use your words, please what?”

“Go faster!” You whined again, making him smile as he did just that.

His thrusts that were once slow and loving, turned fast and relentless, his stamina animalistic almost.

“Yeah- shit- fuck, you’re so tight.” He mumbled, the sounds of skin slapping filling the room. The cheap bed banging against the wall next door.

He smiled at your reaction to his words, and you felt the coil forming in your stomach.

“Mmm- Sergei..” you moaned out, he groaned.

“You’re so hot, you know that? I’ve dreamed of this forever.” He growled out.

“I’m gonna cum-“ you mumbled, and he nodded.

“Let’s cum together, okay?” He suggested, you nodded and that’s exactly what you both did.

You both bottomed out, and he took his cock out of your pussy, making you cry out. He went back up to you and kissed you.

“Sorry, but if we don’t stop, we aren’t gonna be able to.” He said with a smirk, you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever. Just cuddle me.” You mumbled, as he put back on his boxers only, and he helped you put back on your clothes.

“Yes ma’am.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck.

#kraven the hunter smut #sergei kravinoff x reader #sergei kravinoff smut #sergei kravinoff #kraven the hunter x reader #kraven x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson smut

[onlymingyus]

Giving the nastiest, sloppiest head to gyu ever so he has no choice but to cum super hard with a whimper, your thoughts pls and tysvm 🎤

-ur bestie wife 💞

I already left you a present for leaving me this one. I hope you enjoy it dear bestie wife.

cw; mingyu x gn reader - smut, oral (m receiving), messy head, cum eating

"Fuck, fuck...."

Mingyu's fingers lace into your hair at the back of your head as you kneel between his legs. His thick cock reaching the back of your throat causing you to gag around him sending a shiver through his body.

You pull back even as Mingyu lifts his hips chasing your mouth. Spit and pre-cum connecting your lips to his tip when you look up to meet his eyes briefly. Mingyu's stomach sucks in, he can feel that coil winding tighter with ever passing second.

He loved when you were messy with him. He loved how you looked with his cum dripping from your lips and spit covering your chin. Most of all he loved that look of determination in your eye, even if it meant that he was in for it.

"Oh god, fuck!"

There wasn't much more he could think to say when your mouth sinks back down over him. You knew just the right way to let your teeth drag along his length, how to suck on his head while your fingers danced along the top of his balls making his head spin. He was a goner the moment you went down on him.

His fingers drop from your hair to grab the couch, he was too afraid to hold you this tightly. His toes push into the floor as a loud whine escapes his lips thick warm cum spilling into your mouth and down your throat. Mingyu pants through his groans trying to catch his breath watching you suck him dry. Your moans and kitten licks to his slit causing his thighs to shake from overstimulation.

"You are going to fucking kill me doing that one day..."

You can't help but to laugh sitting back on your heels. Your tongue running along your lips to clean them of any remaining cum as Mingyu watches you like a hawk his cock twitching back to life at the sight.

"And what a wonderful way to go, Gyu."

#mars.answers #elv 🧡 #mingyu smut #seventeen smut #svthub #svt smut #mingyu thots #bestie wife

[essenteez]

𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 || c h o i s a n 1 8 +

"Fucking her was an ambrosia for his sick ego, a feast for all his demons."

"Say I'm a god." The man demanded, threat hanging in his tone like his all existence depended on it. You looked at him, overwhelmed by the unbearable teasing he kept sending upon you with his two digits deep inside you. "Say it."

🔪 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Known to the underworld as Reaper, San wouldn't let a change to play god to slide. If the money was good, he'd made sure the job was done. Elimination of a top level politician wasn't groundbreaking but the job #76 was different – really special, having San’s inner demons to thrive. Who would've known the woman he had been fucking for months was a wife of the man he was assigned to kill?

🔪 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : San x fem!reader

🔪 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut, action, criminal, psychological

🔪 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : m*rder, blo*d, explicit language, gunplay, knife play, cutting, blo*d tasting, oral (both receiving), choking, double fingering (f!receiving), edging, overstimulation, tying down, mdom, pet names, slut/whore calling, face riding (m!receiving), rough sex, mentions of breeding, mind games, m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t !!

🔪 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 11k

The sun began setting in vivid colors, painting the heavy cirrocumulus clouds bright red in the early autumn sky. No wonder the panorama had the whole city in awe. The view was indeed breathtaking, almost overwhelming, causing almost every pedestrian to stop and admire, then eventually eternalizing the scenery with their phone cameras.

However, there was one person that seemed to be completely immune to the capturing sights.

Not one of the passersby were paying attention to the ordinary looking man that occupied a little fragment of pavement aside, next to a small but busy cafe in the east part of Manhattan. He stood there, dressed in black from head to toe, with his back against the building's brick wall. One hand submerged in his pocket, the other rolled a half smoked cigarette between his slim fingers.

The man looked like everyone else on the street, irrelevant. 

And that was what he intended.

Blending into the crowd and becoming completely invisible weren't much of an effort to him; one of only two lessons that Choi San actually appreciated being taught during his time spent in the military. The other one was of course how to obliterate his own humanity. Both those valuable lessons now allowed him to wipe his ass with money.

A pair of sharp eyes flashed with threatening unpleasantness from under the black cap that was hiding San’s face. The urge to silence two loud love birds across the street was colossal. 

His jaw clenched, teeth gritting with annoyance. His neck veins popped from raising irritation with their obnoxious behavior as they were taking hundreds of basic pictures of each other in the incredible lighting.

He couldn't help but stroke the gunmetal, hidden deep in his pocket as the killer's instincts were heavily tempted.

Again he was forced to focus on gathering all the thoughts he had to prioritize. No suspicious movements should be made. He glared at a nearby skyscraper, basking in the blinding sun. 

The bloody star burned more with every minute. To some, that display of nature was just a sign of colder weather the next day. Those more superstitious individuals were lowering the draws while cursing the red ball on the horizon, considering it an omen of the innocent blood being spilled tonight.

San couldn't care less of any of that; weather foreshadowing or some stupid beliefs. For him, today's light of the sunset was nothing but pure luck, its help in hiding the red dot sight, which would make his job ten times easier.

"Fucking clowns." He spat out, when squeaky excited voices of the couple echoed again between tall buildings, almost disturbing his state of concentration.

However, it was not enough to make his hawk-like vision not register a sudden, weak movement on the roof of the building before him. 

A pleased smirk appeared on his dangerously handsome face, giving its sharp features all the cocky colors.

"Hello there."

Only an indistinct glimpse of one black figure grazed San’s eyes, but that was exactly what he had been waiting for.

Immediately his calculative mind showed him the whole map of that part of Manhattan, with the whole military security unit scattered on every roof and filling every hole and blind spot that could potentially cause danger.

His sight turned from an annoyingly over enthusiastic couple to the big round building that was located a few blocks away from his position.

The Conference Building Center.

Today, that building was a main focus of many eyes, also those watching from dark, hidden spots. The round impressive center was completely covered with glass, reflecting all the surroundings. Windows, another luck. 

No matter the circumstances, San had never failed to hunt the target. Everything that the police knew was what he let them find. There was no possibility that Reaper would ever get caught. That was why in missions like that one, where media and government were involved, he had to be extra attentive, appreciating those lucky conditions.

His fox eyes observed every movement of journalists gathered before the main entrance of CBC. He recognized the last preparation they were making as cameras were turned on one after another and the presenters started fixing their clothes and microphones.

The fun had begun.

First, the snipers arriving on the roofs to secure the territory, then the slight chaos, unfolding among the media teams and just now the representative welcoming team set on their positions to greet the big fish. It was all simple signals that San's target was about to arrive at the spot of his final moments.

He took two last puffs before the cigarette ended up beneath his shoe. It was time to move.

San had already chosen and prepared his hide site a few days ago, right before the conference was announced to the public and the military did their own scan of the place.

Despite the spot being pretty far from the CBC, it was surely occupied by one of the military pawns. San however considered it as the best thing in that difficult situation; they never paid attention to the less significant places, putting all the pressure on “the eyes” right around the main scene.

San didn’t need to be as close as he could to the target. Having them in a straight line wasn’t necessary either. Only thing required in Reaper’s death ritual was to have the duck in sight.

The spot he picked was just one of the medium sized condominium buildings, part of the older city's architecture. The stairway couldn’t be openly secured by the military since people living there had to have a free and non stressful access to their apartments. Nevertheless, it had to be watched from another, unobstructive position. San had to eliminate every obstacle that could disrupt his mission.

Arriving at the location, he kneeled down to quickly untie his shoe and take his time while tying it back. His attention was caught by two men, laughing at each other in the alley, right beside a big green dumpster situated four meters away from the stairway. For a sight of a normal human being, they looked like a couple of friends, maybe neighbors that got outside for an evening talk and smoke.

But not for San.

He noticed their well hidden attentiveness to every move and noise, their dominating hand never leaving the area of the big coats’ pockets. There was no mistake, that job would harvest more victims.

A distant sound of multiple sirens went off, catching the attention of San and definitely every “eye”.

The target number 76 was about to arrive in the CBC.

Watching how suddenly those two men began to move closer to the main street and leave their positions, San couldn’t help but snort in disbelief at their recklessness.

"Morons.”

Duty and mission over curiosity – distraction had no right to win. But there they were, giving death an invitation.

Either they were not expecting any bad events to happen or HQ failed to see they hired two idiots to guard a top politician. That was San's chance to clear the path like a child's play. He was indeed lucky today.

Leaving his shoelaces, he crossed the street with a normal paced, peaceful jog, along with many other people, trying to cross it before a column of cars would block the pass.

Ordinarily San disappeared behind a building next to his hide spot and his two prey. Walking the block around, his eyes quickly made sure that his method of escape was on the spot. After getting through the alley, he peeked from a corner to see a view that he already knew would welcome him.

Everyone’s back turned to him, every face watched as a row of black shiny cars, carrying a whole unit of bodyguards and the main star of the evening, the Governor.

Despite standing in the back of the crowd, the two curious guardians tried to catch a glimpse of a beloved politician, not sensing their own doom unraveling behind their backs as a black figure was closing the distance between them.

The sirens were getting louder, drowning out every other noise of the city, as well as San’s decisive and heavy steps in the dark alley.

The stairway was left unsupervised, which let him slide inside with no problem. All he had to do now was wait. He wished he could eliminate the couple right there but unfortunately, there was an important procedure that San couldn’t walk around. He needed these two idiots alive for a longer minute.

He decided to use this time to dress appropriately for the job. Using the chaos outside, San leisurely climbed up the stairs. The hiding place behind an old electrical box was untouched, exactly how he left it. Pulling a backpack from behind it, he quickly dressed in its content.

Black cargo jacket replaced the long puffer coat he wore previously. His cap disappeared, revealing his sharp features and short black hair he wore the same since he left the military. Plastic protectors embraced his knees and elbows.

Before putting on the black gloves, San reached out for his phone to check the hour but an unread message caught his attention.

$$lut>> Mandarin Oriental, apartment 5, hope you'll be there around 6pm. Y/n.

Unconsciously he inhaled sharply, feeling the cold air fill his lungs. For a second his straight face gave in to a combination of sinister excitement and roguish mania, decorating his exquisite features.

There was no way he would miss that meeting with you. Not when it was the biggest reason why that mission was the most satisfying job he had ever been paid to do. Just the thought of it was making him tremble in sick excitement.

His 76th job was more than just a "kill and disappear" mission. It was a perfect chance for San's crooked nature to show itself with all the dark sides to it. A great opportunity to unleash all his demons at once and let them thrive all they desired.

The moment he got the target file, he couldn't believe his own eyes. It wasn't the governor title or getting involved in political fights that was the reason for San's disbelief.

What were the odds that he was paid to kill a man whose wife was the best cumdumbster he had ever had put his cock inside?

Having this information on his mind while going through weeks of preparation and scheming, his wild and unlimited imagination only added more fuel to the fire.

That was why it was the only time he had texted you first, asking to prepare the place of the meeting and sabotaging you into daydreaming about how desperate he was for your body.

San knew you wouldn't waste your husband's nearest absence to let your dirtiest secret fuck you again. Not after all those times he made you turn into a brainless slut with his skills. He knew you wanted more and more with every meeting, making you basically addicted to the sin.

Exactly, you wouldn't waste any opportunity. Therefore what was a better chance for proving again your unfaithfulness to your husband than him being away, busy speaking to the citizens about his political successes and goals?

As the car with the governor lined up with the building San was in, the loudest resonation of the sirens filled the whole street. The sirens in San’s mind went off as well, while picturing all the obscene things he was going to do to you right after making you a widow.

"The Governor arrived at the CBC." A high volume voice blowing from the radios snapped San from his ominous state that your message brought upon him.

He carefully leaned over the barriers to look down and see that the two imbycles came back on their positions. Everything was going along with his plan.

"Outside sectors first, check in!”

The command was directed at all the buildings the furthest from the main building, including San's hide spot.

He had no more time to waste. Stuffing the backpack with his previous outfit and accessories, he pushed it back behind the electrical box. With fast but quiet steps and his back to the wall, he began walking down the stairs, while putting a silencer on the gun with rolling movements.

He halted on the lowest mezzanine, standing on the last step with his legs slightly astride. The gun hung in his grip, free hand wrapping around his wrist. With his head high, he was waiting for the rest of things to go his way.

"Guardian Apollo, Olymp 5 secured. I don't see any suspicious movements. Over."

The blurry voice on the radio got to San's sensitive ears. Remembering the map and the amount of the sectors there can be, the report must've come from the sniper on the roof above his head.

Olymp certainly meant the upper positions. Very poetic. What an effort. Now he was expecting two men downstairs to do their last stand.

"Eenie, meenie, miny-" San hummed playfully, mocking the dramatic situation the unit was heading to. He patiently stroked the trigger as he was warming it up for the action.

It took a second for him to hear what he expected the two corpses to be.

"Achilles, Hercules, Hades 5 secured. Over."

San couldn't help but smile wide, exposing the white, sharp teeth, the deadly glow lighting up his gaze.

"Moe."

The heroes' namesakes, now foolishly relaxed, still managed to notice a black figure stepping on the last set of stairs. They had a chance to look in their doom's eyes before two quick, muted bullets ended up in their skulls.

As expected, no one heard or saw anything as people kept shouting support while moving towards the center to create a crowd of love for their politician friend.

No eye caught the moment of two heavy bodies falling back on the wet concrete that was instantly stained with crimson colors.

San had less than a minute to hide the dead. Thankfully with the strength he possessed that was more than enough. He ran down the stairs and grabbing by the back of their collars, he seamlessly dragged two corpses towards the dumpster and one by one, threw them inside of it. Before the trash bags covered the crime, he took the radios off the guards and lowered the volume to the maximum on both devices. The radios continued to blow up with next sectors check in's, which would catch the unwanted attention.

The job on the ground was done. No need to rush when it came to Olymp cleansing. He climbed to the top floor in peace, causally passing by an older woman who was taking her dog for a walk. The black labrador seemed uneasy when San entered his space. Maybe because of the blood scent on his gloves or the bad intention he was carrying up the building. The man only mischievously smiled at the growling pup that immediately got yelled at by his owner. 

He finally faced the door he was about to go through. Oiling the hinges and the knob during the spot preparation a few days ago now was a life saver, letting the Reaper slide out on the roof without the smallest obstacle.

San slowly closed the door behind him and waited a moment, before kneeling down and looking over a wall at the next problem he had to deal with. Somehow San had to manage to get rid of Apollo who was guarding the southern part of the rooftop behind the entrance, without being noticed.

Apollo was laying down in a full sniper position, inspecting the surrounding buildings and streets through the rifle's scope. His back was facing San.

The idea of letting him see the face of a man that was about to become his killer was tempting. But Apollo wasn't anything like San's previous targets. Maybe he wasn't the smartest but he was a soldier that might've gone through the same training. If he went through the same training, he could've actually become a troublesome obstacle.

Without any second thoughts, a hitman pointed the gun at the back of the sniper's helmetless head, presaging a fatal shot. The bullet cut the air with a muted, sharp bull whip sound. Upper part of Apollo's body dropped on the ground, lifeless heavy arms pulling the rifle down with them.

The black figure responsible for shortening the life of the god of sun wannabe, soon crawled up to the body to not be seen by other "eyes". San had to make sure that the shot was final. There was no possibility it wasn't. Still, it made him feel more secure.

He rolled Apollo on the side and pulled the rifle from underneath him. Just as San reached for his jacket to start putting out his own weapon's pieces, he noticed another piece of luck today. There was no need for him to assemble his own rifle, since the dead guardian used the same model. The version was older but it still would get the job done.

"Thanks, man. You know, I always feel bad for killing my own kind." 

While looking into his victim's opened but lifeless eyes, he reached for something in his pocket. Then playfully slapping Apollo's cold cheek, he left the mark of the Reaper on it.

"Pity."

San had no time to grieve over that man and his unlucky fate. Pushing the corpse further to the side, he took Apollo's spot before adjusting the rifle back on the stand. It had been a while since he had such comfortable conditions during the assassination. Last time probably during military missions.

"Best day ever." He laughed, both in excitement and sinister at today's fortune of his. 

Despite dark blue clouds slowly covering the sky from the east, the sky beyond the horizon still burned, making the town bask in red. The bloody light poured inside the CBC through the glass walls, illuminating everything and everyone inside.

Small tides of adrenaline began to tease his senses. The path was finally clean for the main target's execution, ordered by his political opponents.

Watching the scene through the scope, San made sure that the conference was taking place at the main hall, due to the big crowd of his supporters, party members and media. As planned, the hitman had the governor at the golden plate as he stood on the pedestal while speaking to the people with admirable charisma.    

Poor man.

Not only was he about to draw his last breath, his wife was going to scream his killer's name in ecstasy some time after.

With the sun behind San's back, it glared out the red dot sight completely from all the angles but not his. With his hawk eyes and calculative mind supported by experience, he was at the top of his field. He knew how to use his surroundings and conditions, even those not good looking to help him succeed.

Now that he was relaxed, San couldn't stop you from roaming around his head with all the positions he was going to have you in and the surprise he had prepared for his favorite doll. The pricking sensation between his legs at these sinful thoughts as well as the growing adrenaline made his whole body tense up.

"Calm down, San." He whispered, grinning at himself. "You'll get yours soon."

It was time to end the clownfest in that part of Manhattan, before he could move to another. With no obstacle, the red laser marked the politician's side of the head. Everyone else, unlucky blinded by the sun, continued to celebrate his words with shiny eyes and wide smiles on their faces.

San also couldn't help a smile, creeping on his lips. The feeling of unearthly satisfaction tingled his sick ego. He always felt incredibly powerful, holding the right to take or spare lives. He felt like god.

No, he was a god.

"Don't take it personal, Kim Hongjoong. The fact I hold full ownership of your wife's pretty holes has nothing to do with the job." At first his words seemed to be honest, only to turn into a plain mockery. "But damn, it did make it hella more exciting."

The shot was clear, the bullet shattered the widow in pieces to stop right in the target's brain. The governor's body dropped dead behind the rostrum. The blue carpet on the stage, absorbing the growing paddle of blood began turning purple.

Manhattan's eagle, as he was called by his supporters, fell.

San used every second of total shock among the crowd before the panic exploded and the federals would begin searching the sectors. The chaos as well as the lack of idea where the shot came from were the moments that allowed San to escape without a problem.

Leaving the stairway he gulped with big steps, San couldn't help but nonchalantly pat the green dumpster containing new additions to his long list of victims. He indeed left a trail of bodies today.

With a hurry, he walked up to his black Kawaki Ninja that was waiting for him a block away. The hitman went back to looking ordinary, blending into the crowd as a simple biker. San watched the police and ambulances rushing towards the CBC as he was putting the helmet on.

"I'm leaving the mess to you." he whispered, mockingly saluting towards the pacing cars. 

Switching his phone online, a message from unknown as well as a bank notification arrived immediately, both related to one another.

Unknown》》 The whole payment has been sent onto your bank account. Good job, Reaper.

The amount of zeros put a smirk on his face underneath the helmet. The job there was done. Now it was time for the second part. He could entirely indulge in his own sweet mission of ruining you.

He closed the eye shield, hiding the devilish expression. His instincts growled along with the bike as he began reviving the engine.

"Aw, Y/n." He laughed quietly, the bike rolled onto the street, joining the traffic. "You're one unlucky bitch."

5.54 pm.

Choi was never late. He also hated when you were late. Many times you were met with an empty room when you did not get there on time. Following the schedule was apparently very important for your lover. That was why you knew his frame would be standing in the hotel room’s door in the next 6 minutes. You still had some time to make yourself look even more irresistible. 

As instructed, you turned your phone off before leaving the house as well as you took a taxi to arrive at the hotel. Wig and dark glasses you wore while traveling there, now laid messy on the bed. Necessary measures when you’re a high politician’s wife. You would be totally fucked if the news of your lack of morality came to the light. Not that you personally had a problem, cheating on your husband. Marriage with Hongjoong was a pure business. Elite families union. Still, you wouldn’t only ruin your husband’s career, which you would definitely pay for, but you’d also close all the door to your own future political career.

However, the risk held so much thrill. This sick kind of frisson you were always drawn to. It was addictive. No, you were already addicted.

Trying to fix your hair, you could feel your nerves and excitement alternately raising your heart rate at the thought of what was happening. Your husband was somewhere out there, preaching about freedom and positive changes for the future, surrounded by hundreads and listened by thousands, while you stood here in a hotel room, looking at your refletion in the mirror and waiting for your lover, like a sex slave for her master.

A series of chills run down your spine. Both from your corrupted mind and the click of the opening door. Your eyes subconsciously landed on your phone screen.

6pm.

With no need to rush, as a professional you walked out the bedroom to the saloon. Immediately, your gaze went to a black figure filling the entire door frame with his insanely broad shoulders. The helmet hung in his left hand.

“Like clockwork.” You commented with a shaky voice, watching him up and down like a starving vampire.

Instead of saying something, Choi’s face lit up with an indescribable smile, however the look in his eyes was darker than ever. You stood far away from him but you still could see that indefinable glow in his expression.

“You look…different.” You noticed.

“I’m feeling different.” He replied with an amused but also deep tone.

“It’s positive, I hope.” 

You couldn’t deny that Choi was still a mystery to you. And something told you he would always be. No, you didn’t mind. Both of you needed physicality from one another. Nothing more. 

The twisted way you two knew nothing about each other, except for every inch of your bodies was the biggest thrill that in your case bordered with slight obsession. Seemingly, it could be his case too as he was the one who called you this time.

The helmet landed on the floor with a muted thud that made you somewhat flinch.

“You’re about to see for yourself.” He grinned, closing the doors behind him and taking a few heavy steps forward. “Personally, I think you’re gonna love every second of it, beautiful.”

“I also have something special for you.” You teased, feeling proud of your new lingerie set you bought just for him.

“I can’t wait.” He purred with a raspy voice.

You watched him as his teeth bite on the gloves finger tips, one by one and slid it off his hands. It was too dark for you to see the dried up blood on the black leather. Then his jacket came undone and shared the same fate as the gloves and the helmet.

“You’re not gonna help me undress?” He snickered at your stillness that clashed with your loud, fastening breathing.

You clapped to activate the illumination system. The saloon lighted up, showing his sharp details to your hungry eyes.

His black t-shirt was completely soaked. Pants of the same color enhanced his massive thighs. Tiny waist embraced by leather belt with an attached keychain to it, showing something similar to a skull and a snake embracing it. His naked arm muscles shone with sweat. Short front strings of hair were stuck to his high and glistening with sweat forehead.

The view took your breath away which failed to escape his attentive eyes. 

“And?”

You gulped loudly, swallowing the urge to fall on your knees right there on the spot.

“Shower first.” You ventured, turning around and going back into the bedroom. “I’m not letting you touch me befo-”

Steal arms surrounded you from behind like vines, limiting your movements to the minimum. You couldn’t help but scream, which was muted with his hand over your mouth.

A growl rung in your ear, “Yes you are.”

Holding you deadlocked in his embrace, with his lips glued to your ear, Choi swayed you both slowly towards the bed.

“What’s the point of shower if I’m gonna drip in sweat in a few minutes again. And you along with me, beautiful.” He taunted, sending electrifying waves down your body that contributed to the heavy flooding of your new underwear. “Let’s be eco friendly.”

Your knees touched the edge of a king sized bed when Choi let you go to take care of your white, hotel robe. But even then, you didn’t mean to move. You let him slide the robe from your shoulder, indulging in the curses leaving his lips as your body in the skimpy, black lingerie was exposed to his eyes.

You were embarrassingly weak for that man. The harsher he was with you the better. Because of him calling you first, you become swollen-headed, which made you think you could dictate the rules tonight. What a dumb bitch you were.

Slow movements of hands followed your lines and curves as if you were some Michael Angelo’s masterpiece. Through the bra you still could feel how warm his big hands were. The intense massage of your breast made your head fall backward onto his shoulder. His loud breaths burn your exposed neck and soothe it with kisses and licks.

You desperately needed that mouth and tongue of his somewhere else. Immediately. 

“C–Choi…” You called him among the whimpers.

“You’re usually more shameless than requests.” He chuckled.

You understood the digression. Instinctively, you rubbed your ass against his hard rock erection. 

“I-I need your tongue all over….” You moaned seductively and when your hand found his, it guided him between your trembling legs. "...her.”

 “Filthy slut.” He giggled but you picked up the gulp of his at the wetness his fingers sunk in.

Choi gave your craving pussy a few lazy strokes to gain loud whines from you, before grabbing your hips to make you face him. 

You had no time to think as his hand locked on your throat and cold eyes pierced through you.

"You do deserve that wish to come true as a reward for being such a good cumslut for me after all these months. But it's not like you didn't profit from it either." He grinned.

It would have some cuteness to it if not for the ice in his gaze as well as his unforgivable hand around your neck.

"And I don't do things for free."

You flinched as he suddenly attacked your lips with his. However, he kissed you painfully slowly, teased you with the brushes of his tongue as his plan was to make you go insane with lust. Little did you know it was a silence before the storm. 

You tried to initiate a more passionate kiss but in response to your attempt, Choi pushed you onto the bed that squeaked at you landing.

He got rid of the wet t-shirt, revealing his sculpture-like body. His muscles were even more defined now then they were when you met previously. You moaned quietly at the ravishing sight. 

Choi was perfect, a walking irresistible sin.

With one knee he climbed onto the bed and placing his hands on the sides of your head, he hovered over you.

He smirked at your shameless glares at his lips. You surely imagined them all over you. Choi however wasn't done with kissing you.

This time he wasn't torturing you with a slow pace. He surprised you with his hunger and aggressiveness. The wetness of the kiss went hand in hand with the pool between your thighs. Moaning into his mouth, you tried to pull him onto you. You wanted his skin rubbing against yours.

His hand reached for a pillow above your head to prepare the stage for the act he had in mind but a black object caught his attention. The man broke the kiss and reached for it.

"Is that yours?"

It took a second for you to stop worshiping his muscles and for your senses to come back. The realization hit you suddenly and you froze. Now you knew what he saw and what he was asking about.

Oh no.

A gun hung around his finger. Your gun.

"Y-yes." You stuttered. "That's for precaution."

"You planned to kill me if I fucked you the wrong way?" He growled with widened eyes, making the gun rock back and forth above your face.

"No. I always have it. It's just a habit." You explained, telling him nothing but the truth.

He didn't know who you were and you couldn't tell him. Being married to a man with many enemies forced you to wear the weapon with you. Especially when you went somewhere without bodyguards.

Choi seemed to not be listening to you as he stood up and started wandering around the room. His quick eyes studied the gun from all its sides.

"Walther CCP M2 380." He said coldly. "Admirable."

You felt somewhat unsafe, seeing a man you basically didn't know with a gun while being upset. The fact he knew the model from one look was even more concerning.

"I sleep with it under my pillow everyday. That's just a habit." You continued to convince him.

"I understand."

He didn't sound like he did. Choi turned to you with a smile, heavily hued with danger. His free hand grabbed a chair and dragged it in front of you.

"You named it?" He asked as he was playing some game. 

The man sat down on the chair with the gun now correctly placed in his hand. And what was worse, pointed at you.

"No." You replied with a worried voice. "It's just a gun."

"How about Apollo?" His rhetorical question was followed by a mischievous laughter. "It's Apollo from now on."

He didn't load it but it was unhelpful for you to feel better. 

You sat down at the edge of the bed, your faces aligned. "What are you gonna do?"

"Get up." He commanded. 

You had no choice but to do what he said.

"Come here." Another command.

Approaching him as close as you could, you now domed over him but you felt nowhere near empowered. You flinged at the coldness of the gunmetal on your womanhood.

"W-what are you doing?"

"It's more about what you are gonna do, beautiful."

The gun pressed even harder, now brushing your clit. A series of brutal chills possessed your body. Despite the situation, your treacherous cunt throbbed in excitement. 

"Ride it."

Your eyes widened with surprise. So he wasn't mad, he simply chose to use the occasion for a foreplay. That indeed suited him.

"That seems pretty unsafe." As much as you wanted to do it, a peace of caution decided to come through your corrupted mind.

"It's not loaded." He chuckled at the sudden change in your voice. You didn't seem to be so scared anymore. "If you don't ride Apollo and make him sticky with your cum, you're not getting the real gun tonight. And I promise you…"

With this he solidly grabbed his clothes cock.

"This one is loaded.'

You allowed him to push the weapon between your legs completely. The feeling of thrill filled you up again. You looked down at Choi's dark eyes that watched you intensely. 

As he wasn't saying anything, you slowly began moving your hips back and front. You felt how the slight rugged surface of the metal only added more friction.

"Ahh.." you inhaled sharply as the gun moved on its own since his holder decided to fasten the process.

You watched Choi sitting there, leaning backward on the chair like he was a master of anything. At the first sight he looked relaxed and amused. However, his jaw muscle tensing up with each of your moans gave him away. He barely controlled himself as you stood there between his legs with his hand mercilessly pushing the gun, spreading your swollen folds. 

The feeling was overpowering. The flood of pleasure made you lean forward, supporting yourself on the chair's frame. 

"Fuuuuck. It feels so good." 

You looked at him with hazy eyes. He was smiling widely before stopping his movements.

"Fuck yourself on it." His eyes glowed while looking up at you.

You didn't have to be told twice. The need for release was enormous and you were so close. The wetness completely soaked your underwear and started leaking down your thighs.

You rode the gun as fast as you could to reach the highest pleasure. The thought alone that it was a dangerous weapon that fucked you was enough to double the excitement. The heat waves hit you one after another. 

"Cum on it." He ordered, seeing you holding onto the last string of control.

The gun got caged between your cramping thighs. Your knees went weak from all the convulsing attacking your body. The release birthed some beautiful sounds from your throat. Apparently so sweet and satisfying, it broke him.

He abruptly got up, pulling you close by your waist to him as his other hand, tightening around the gun, was brutally working between your trembling legs.

The slick and uneven metal surface rubbed you in all the right places after he put more pressure on your dripping pussy.

"Fuuuuuck, Choi!" 

You were coming hard, looking into his cold and maniacally needy eyes as he walked, or more like dragged you backward. He dropped you back on the bed as soon as your high disappointingly weakend.

"Damn." He clacked, watching the surface of the weapon, completely wet. "I'm surely gonna miss it."

His words didn't get to your ears. Your mind was anywhere but there with you. 

It wasn't the end of dangerous weapons for you. Apollo fell somewhere on the floor to be replaced with its equally deadly friend. A sudden click of the opening knife brought you back from cloud nine. You tried to glance at Choi but next you knew you had the cold blade at your neck as well as a whole man hovering over you.

"You–"

"Maybe after I'm done with you, you'll regret not using that gun on me." He hissed while slowly drawing a trace from your trachea to the carotid.

You didn't dare to move, feeling the sharp object moving down your sternum. The tightness of the bra disappeared. He seamlessly released your breasts. The knife was very sharp, too sharp.

Only when the man let out a satisfying adlip at the view, you felt the stinging pain.

"Blood suits you, Y/n." He smiled at you, his lips getting close to your wound.

His long tongue felt hot against your skin. Even in a dimmed light you noticed your blood marking his muscle as it collected all the droplets from a small cut.

"Mhmm.." your lover hummed as if he was tasting the most delicious thing.

That action should've absolutely creeped you out. But the result was completely different. Familiar vibrations returned between your thighs, making you unconsciously move them, attempting to rub onto him. Your breath became loud, faster. You wanted more of that madness.

Nothing escaped his attention. Without a word, he licked the wound, occasionally sucking and grabbing your erect nipples between his teeth.

"More.." You whined quietly.

The muted laugh that left his throat woke the worst behavior in you. 

"Yes, you're right. Let's cut some more, shall we?" He trailed off, his fast eyes wandering down, "How about…here?"

The blade cut through the lace of your underwear like butter, uncovering the wet truth. 

"Bingo."

With the top part of the knife, Choi began painting abstractions on their sensitive womb. He watched you closely, feeding on your cute whimpers. Your eyes getting more drunk, your actions becoming more desperate and lewd. It was activating the devil in him and all the accompanying demons in.

San felt undefeated, controlling life and death, people and whole cities. No rules, no morals. He embodied freedom. Walking by the club, then buying it along with people working there. Murdering a politician, then senselessly fucking his wife. He could do everything he wanted, he got everything he desired and no one could stand on his way. He was…Yes, yes he was. And he was about to make you admit it.

A whip sound cut the air. The knife ended up in the wall. You had no chance to react or ask what happened as two fingers entered you immediately. 

You grabbed his wrist at the sudden invasion.

"Aah fu-"

His free hand embraced your neck and pinned your head to the bed. 

"Say I'm a god." The man demanded, thread hanging in his tone like his all existence depended on it.

You looked at him, overwhelmed by the unbearable teasing he kept sending upon you with his two digits deep inside you. He curled them up, uncontrollably had you jolting your hips upwards but his unforgiving hand pinned you back on the mattress.

"Say it."

The man's face darkened in its expression, eyes beamed with something unknown to you, something that made you gulp at the first glance but the lust and hunger for danger was stronger, quickly killing all the doubts in the bud.

"You're a god." You breathed out, "You're…my god."

The grasp on your neck tightened, making you squirm in need. Choi smiled as if you gave him fulfillment, cheeks adorned with dimples did not match his mad eyes. 

You trembled at the fingers sliding out of you. All you could do was lay with bated breath and watch as he rested wet digits on his stuck out tongue and then sucking your juices off.

"You cunt already worshipping me." Choi laughed.

Next he sat down and with one, quick and effortless move he turned you over. Spreading your legs, he buried his handsome face between them. His tongue immediately went busy mercilessly lapping on your dripping folds. 

"Fuck." You moaned, gripping tight onto the sheets.

With loud grunts, he was devouring you as if he intended to suck the soul out of your being. Slurping on your essence, abusing your sensitive clit with the tip of his organ of taste, he had you mumbling nonsense.

To have a better access to your soaking folds, he put his arms around your ass and made your back bend downward with his hands interlocked on your waist.

"Fuuuck!" You whined between heavy breaths when this position let him reach for your clit. You heard those crazy sinful sounds his mouth produced in contact with your flooded pussy. 

Smoothly transitioning to a new tactic, San gave you a few long, full licks, tongue relaxed and flat, that traced from your pussy up to your ass. He kneeled before your exposed bottom.

"Did I ever tell you your slutty holes have been my favorite?" He hummed. 

The man didn't wait for the answer. You weren't even able to give it to him. He aggressively spat on your spreaded cheeks, lubricating your holes with his thumb.

"Show me they still are fitted for that title." 

Two fingers return to penetrating you but this time it was different. 

You gasped loudly as Choi did not share his plans with you.

The walls of your cunt welcomed his middle finger, while your ass engulfed the index finger.

You screamed in pleasure of being fucked in both holes. The tempo was crazy, bringing you to the edge at a fast pace. His long tools on torture attacked your sweet spot from all the directions. Your sight began getting blurry. The drool oozed from your mouth. You were about to cum hard again.

If that wasn't enough, Choi let his other hand wander underneath you to take care of your lonely bud with merciless circle motions.

"Fuuck fuck fuck I'm cumming!"

As if you said something wrong, his hands suddenly left your trembling body. 

"What-"

"I don't do things for free, remember?"

Choi ignored your disappointed surprise. Unmoved by your whines, he turned you on your back again. 

Your senses were dulled but your whole body was working at full speed, every nerve awaked. You felt like erupting.

He didn't seem to care as he was busy unbuckling his belt and getting rid of his black cargo pants and heavy boots.

You gasped at the full view of his naked frame. The glistening cock proudly throbbed, teasing you with the pleasure you felt dizzy thinking of. 

In complete silence he grabbed your ankles and pulled you close to him. Positioning you to kneel, he stood up on the bed, with you between his legs.

It was unknown to you why he went for this position. For him, his chase for power and ultimate control manifested itself in that. The higher he could get, no matter the situation, he would go for it.

His dick aligned with your face. You were confused at first but then you understood his needs. You licked your lips at what you would be tasting next.

"Take him as you want to be taken, beautiful. I only take fair deals." He said, shamelessly grabbing his pride and directing it towards your mouth.

And you did. You attacked him with all your power, forcing him to support himself on the upper wooden frame of the bed that was screwed to the ceiling. 

"Yeah, just like that. Good girl." He praised you, trying his best to not betray his state.

With the help of your palm, you took him whole, sucking the life out of his tip that was turning more and more purple from the tension.

After a minute of blowing him off like there is no tomorrow, he firmly grasped your messy hair to your head to keep it in place. He fucked your mouth like a starving beast, throwing spirited curses in the air. 

You felt yourself dripping on the sheets. Reaching back, you couldn't remember ever being this wet before you met Choi. The need for his dick, no matter how he was going give it to you turned you in a dumb, brained washed whore. And you loved it with every inch of your body and every corner of the darkest parts of your mind.

He laughed in an approaching ecstasy.

"That motherfucking throat of yours was made to take dicks- Ahh shit, yes!"

He put on speed, ruthlessly hitting the wall of your throat. You couldn't control your breathing anymore and began sweating. Tears fell down your heated cheeks. Thick drool from the corner of your lips. You began choking.

"Shit shit shit!"

The overpowering pleasure made his knees go weak. He held your head and fell down along with you, pulling his cock out of mouth at the landing.

"Fuck, you almost made me cum, you little slut." He laughed maniacally while looking at your fucked up face. 

You had problems focusing. Trying to calm down your breathing made your throat hurt even more. However you still smiled at him, lying there between his thighs, with his quivering cock above you. Him cursing you out made you proud that you took him like a champ. It only whetted your appetite. 

He tilted his head at the side with an act of worry on his face. That little asshole.

"Aww my poor baby." He pouted and began wiping the drool and teras of your chin and face. "Worked so hard to get my cock inside you, didn't you? Yes you did."

The sweet face faded as fast as it appeared and gave its place to the real lunatic.

"Imma quench my thirst first. I know you're drowning down there." With this, he slapped your thighs apart and dived right into the act of eating you out like a gluttonous addict.

San seemed to overly enjoy your taste and how wet you were from all the teasing and edging. Sounds that came out of his mouth were proof of that. His dramatic grunting, moaning, groaning added vibrations to the already rough pleasure your cunt was graced with.

With his tongue, hard and tensed he made circles around your clit like a hungry vulture.

"Please, don't sto-op. Just like that." You whined with a husky voice.

The man kindly, almost suspiciously decided to listen to your begging as he continued. He seemed to be leading you towards the needed release and you hoped he would finally allow you to take it.

Sudden invasion of his fingers made you grab his short black hair, as a silent plea to not stop. 

Rubbing onto your sweet spot, he began sucking on your sensitive bud. Despite his mouth being busy, you still could hear his muted laugh. San had your body and soul under his total control, just like he liked it.

You sensed the warmth starting to spread from between your thighs up your belly and chest. You could feel the ecstasy would be crushing in a second now. Every nerve in your body was ready to pass the pleasure further. 

"Ah I'm cumming hard." You announced it with a high pitched whine.

At your words, his lips and fingers left your shaking body. You screamed in anger. You really felt like crying like a child denied the things it wants.

 It was all a game for him. You were just a toy, a doll ready to act the way he wanted. He didn't care about your pleading and state.

"Noo! Choi, no please don't stop! Please! I want to cum. I need to…" You begged, annoyed at him and desperate for him. Unconsciously you tried to bring his face back to your puffy folds but he was stronger, not only physically but also mentally. He could get you to do anything.

"But this is so much fun, beautiful? Look at you trying to fuck yourself on my face. Pathetic. " He grinned at your hips moving. His plumb lips and chin were glistening from all your wetness.

Winking at you, he sent his hand under your thighs and grabbed your waist. Like a bag of sand, he rolled you both over. You found yourself kneeling with his insanely handsome face underneath you. 

"Ride my fucking mouth like I knew you dream of every night. You better flood my tongue with your cum, you hear me?" He growled at you with a threat. "I'm having this cunt drowning me."

You looked at him with gratitude.

"Yes, sir."

With a devilish smile, Choi stuck his tongue out and accepted your pink velvet like it was created to fit only the shape of his lips. 

The pathetic desperation had you immediately go to work. Will slow movements your rode his face back and forth. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. You stared at two voids, full of the unknown, but not the unknown you want to explore, but the one you run away from. His eyes devoured you as if he was putting some curse on your mind to worship him in all his might. And you had no choice but to let him.

After a few trials to find a perfect spot and pace, you found yourself with his tongue deep inside you where he moved it vigorously in your pulsating walls and your clit hitting against his nose. 

"It feels so good, aah."

He slapped and hashly squeezed your ass to command you to go faster. You were supposed to ride his mouth like a desperate slut you were.

Your hips fastened. The euphoria, due to being previously denied, was coming quickly. You were ready to welcome it with open arms and you were not going to let Choi stop it. 

Caging him between your thighs, you fell forward, supporting yourself with your hands. You closed your eyes shut, all that mattered at that moment were your body needs.

His tongue penetrated your corners, never giving in. The man allowed you to do anything, he wanted to feel you crushing only with a minimal effort. Choi had your juices dripping down his chin and neck. He couldn't help himself, and when you came undone, screaming and trembling on your entire body, he grabbed your hips and pinned you deeper into his face – mouth now clinged to your convulsing pussy, sucking all the cum like a nourishing nectar.

"Choi, fuuuck!"

"More." He groaned, detaching from you, "More!"

You had no capacity to stop him and you let him throw you on your back again. With blurry eyes you saw him picking up something from the floor.

It looked like the bra and panties that he previously cut.

Using their stretchy fabric he quickly tied each of your knees to the bed frame behind you. Now you were laying there, extremely astride, which wasn't a problem with you being flexible. He had your womanhood on a shameless display. You were too distracted by the slow fade of the powerful orgasm to protest. 

The man climbed onto you, looked in your eyes and smiled, biting his lips. 

"Good girl." He cooed, caressing your cheek. You tried to catch a breath and Choi saw this as an opportunity to slide his thumb inside your opened mouth. Obeying, you sucked on it. "Fuck. I feel like my balls are about to explode. Congratulations."

He raised himself up and watched the scene he prepared. You waited there, sanity hanging on the thinnest of threats. Whole covered in sweat, drool and with exposed holes, all for him to demolish.

You woke up a little at your pussy being slapped by his hard rock cock. 

"Choi..." you whispered.

But there was no time for conversation. He slid inside and it was the only time he did it slowly and carefully. After adjusting to your tightness with a few pushes, the pace dangerously increased. 

"You're on a pill, aren't you?" 

"Y–yes." you replied while gripping on the sheets from your walls being unmercifully stretched. He was thick, incredibly thick.

His face suddenly appeared before you, his body weight pinning you to the bed.

"Tsk, shame." Fingers wrapping around your neck, "It'd low-key be fun to see your belly round with my bastard and then struggling to hide the fact it's not a governor's kid."

It was your first mistake. Melting over his huge dick fucking you, instead of listening to the last words. San knew you wouldn't register it. He had you stupid, brainwashed.

"Wouldn't it?" He demanded to fuel his satisfaction.

You were not able to answer, not with him rubbing you in all the right spots. The heat crawled up your back and cheeks. You were on fire.

"I-"

He slid out to reposition but you had no chance to even whine in disappointment as he abruptly came back inside.

"WOULDN'T IT!?" He growled out.

Now he, supported on his hands and feet, pounded into you with the help of his entire weight. His pelvis raised and fell with even pace but ruthless intentions.

"Yes, it would. Yes, it would. YES, IT WOULD." 

You held onto his forearms, accepting all the thrusts.

"You're gonna take every drop. All the load! Like the Real. Cum. Dump. Ster. You. Are." He spat aggressively and every sylab meant one powerful pound, making the hotel bed screech underneath his power.

"Yes, sir!" You cried out from potent pleasure.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, the voice stuck in your chords. The breathing became harder, almost impossible. Your face distorted from unimaginable bliss. You didn't feel the pain from your ties sunk into your skin, causing the nasty marks. All your senses accepted was the stone, veiny dick, making a point that San owned you entirely.

He stopped moving, realizing you were close. He buried himself as deep in you as he could, held it for a two second and then abruptly left your interior. Repeating this act a few times had you convulsing in madness.

You came, crying out his fake name which put a smile on his perfect, sinful face. He began riding your high with a contented expression until it suddenly gave its place to surprise. 

He was coming.

"Fuck." He hissed. 

His orgasm arrived faster than he planned. Your pussy cramped around him, drastically sucking him in. Grabbing you neck with both hands, he returned to fucking you like a maniac, chasing his high.

You were tired but you could feel yourself cumming again. You were too sensitive, the pace and his muscular hands on your neck was enough to stimulate you. 

"I'm cumming again!" You whined, fully crying now. It was too much, but it felt so good.

"Milk my fucking dick out! Take it all." He managed to sound harsh before his voice broke along with his movements getting sloppier.

You both came, sending moans and grunts each other's way. Hot load exploded inside you, flooding your walls and all their corners. 

San slid out of you only after making sure every last drop that left his balls ended in you. 

You closed your eyes and let your drained, tensed body sink into the soft bed. Worrying about a big amount of sperm leaking out of you or how you would bring your senses back and more importantly walk, you left it all for later. You needed to rest, catch a breath.

You didn't notice how quickly San got up until you heard him laugh. Chills run down your spine and you look at him confused, terrified. The laugh wasn't normal for someone who just had the best sex in their life. It belonged to someone who just won a deadly deal, who just made a fool out of somebody else.

"What are you doing?" You asked, seeing him picking up his clothes and boots.

He didn't grace you with his eyes and attention until he wasn't fully dressed up.

"It may sadden you, beautiful. It surely saddens me but…" He chuckled and ripping the knife off the wall, he hid it in his pocket. "This is farewell."

Your heart sank. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before finally shouting, "What are you talking about?!"

"Simple. I got what I wanted. I don't enjoy you anymore." He smirked and you felt like ripping his face off.

You attempted to untie yourself but the knots were precisely tied, like the military style. And mercilessly cut into the skin around your knees.

"You must be joking-" 

Choi silenced you by climbing the bed with his face suddenly being close to yours.

And the knife at your throat. 

The man smiled, with his eyes wide open and you finally saw the truth. You saw the devil, but you were so convinced it was just an act. Trembling on your body intensified. It wasn't roleplay. All of that, from the first meeting up till now, it was not a play. 

Choi used you. All this time when you thought you walked on firm ground, you were actually walking on the thinnest ice.

You never claimed you knew him well. But you did think you knew him enough to trust him with that little secret he was also part of.

He was a total stranger. The man might've been a serial killer. A fucking cannibal. You knew nothing. Did he really threaten you with those weapons? What if you did something wrong, would he kill you? He could've killed you. What did you get yourself into? 

Seeing the unpleasant enlightenment in your eyes, he leaned even closer and pecked your shaking lips like the most gentle lover. You let him, as you were absolutely frozen.

"Once you release yourself from this, I advise you to check your phone, watch the news. I'm pretty sure the whole country is looking for you right now, ma'am." He limited his volume to the whisper, "I want you to know…it was me." 

With this, he lowered himself on you, kept looking in your eyes, he pecked your abused, still exposed core.

"I wish you a good life, Mrs. Kim."

And he left, not turning back at your screaming and shouting.

You were cold as someone poured a bucket of icy water on you. Frost filled your veins. Every ounce of excitement, mood from just a few minutes ago vanished. You were now crying. Not from the overpowering euphoria like before but from pure fear. Crushing fear.

He knew. Choi, if that was even his name, he knew who you were. The question was – since when? For how long he had been playing with you?

Fighting a panic attack, you somehow managed to release yourself from the harmful ties. The tightness and rough edges made the skin under your knees bleed.

You climbed off the bed, almost falling on the floor due to how sore you were. Everything hurt; from your head to toes. 

The room lit up when you got to the switch. You rustle your phone out of your purse and turn it on. You were gulping back sobs.

The unanswered calls flooded the screen. From your bodyguards, your parents and members of your husband's party as well as workers of his office. 

"I'm pretty sure the whole country is looking for you right now, ma'am."

Your heart dropped to your feet.

The TV remote, resting at the coffee table caught your attention as if it was calling your name. Everything in your body was telling you to not watch the news. That it will crush you. You had all the worst scenarios running wild in your mind; sextapes released, scandals and rumors. This psychopath could do everything. Your true, but unacceptable to public nature could not be your little dirty secret anymore. You know that no matter what it was he had done, you were ruined.

There was no way out. You would have to face it sooner or later. At first the screen showed you a sitcom with the audience laughing at dialogues between two comedians. You felt like you were the object of their taunts. Pressing the button that led you to the next channel, you already felt your life ended with it. You wished it would've prepared you for the darkness you got thrown into.

THE GOVERNOR OF MANHATTAN SHOT AT THE CBC. 

ASIDE FROM THE GOVERNOR, THERE WERE THREE MORE VICTIMS – AGENTS THAT PATROLLED THE AREA.

FBI CONFIRMS THE KILLER WAS A WELL TRAINED SNIPER. TERRORIST ATTACK?

Your legs failed to hold you up. Falling on your knees, every part of your body went limp. Head was about to explode from a sudden migraine as if too much information flooding your mind attempted to melt your skull. You felt like a nest of scorpions exploded inside you, stinging all the organs you needed to live.

"Shot?" You repeated the news, it was the only thing you could do right now – asking questions into the empty sphere, "Hongjoong's…dead?"

The tears had finally fallen from your hollow eyes. What was happening? Is it some sort of prank, a stupid joke? You could feel your sanity slipping away at an alarming speed.

FBI QUICKLY DISCOVERED THE BUILDING FROM WHICH THE HITMAN GAVE A SHOT. ON THE SPOT THEY FOUND A STICKER, GLUED TO THE VICTIM'S CHEEK. THE STICKER SHOWS A SKULL WITH A SNAKE. IT'S BEING INVESTIGATED AS A POSSIBLE MARK OF THE KILLER.

Skull and a snake? A scene flashed before your eyes. You had seen it somewhere. Yes, you definitely did. You saw it today. 

"I want you to know…it was me."

You felt nauseous and even though you tried to control it, you vomited on the white carpet, already stained with blood. Trying to push away the truth was impossible. Choi told you to meet him up in secret, then he killed your husband. Next he came to fuck you, knowing exactly who you were and that you were unaware of what was happening outside the hotel. He played you like a fool, ruined your life. He stripped you of dignity, shame and life. He killed your husband. Took your future away from you and your family. 

You began laughing. Just like Choi before leaving you in this hell. You were done. What was there left for you?

"Nothing." You answered yourself.

Subconsciously, your eyes wandered to the gun laying half a meter away from you. You crawled to it. Grabbing it unphased, you slowly loaded the weapon.

"Nothing." You repeated with an empty heart.

The gunmetal felt cold under your chin. You couldn't believe how easily you contributed to the destruction of your own life that you so carefully planned.

Your mind was filled with the faces of your friends and family, as well as Hongjoong's. Now the tears you shed were for both of you. Maybe if you gave him a chance when he asked for it, you wouldn't be here today. 

You smiled, remembering his beautiful smile, his warmth and began putting pressure on the trigger. 

THERE IS NO CONTACT WITH THE GOVERNOR'S WIFE, KIM Y/N. DID SHE ALSO BECAME A VICTIM OF THE KILLER? WAS HE WORKING ALONE?

You quickly put the gun down as your thoughts changed the flow. 

You saw all the loopholes in his rash plan. Dots begged to be linked. The news header wasn't far from the truth. You were a victim of the killer. He may have left you alive for some reason but he did use your vulnerability. Choi hurt you and threatened you. He injured you. He also admitted to the murder. He wore the same keychain as the sticker that the FBI found. You looked down at your body. Additionally, you were covered and filled with his DNA.

The light appeared in the dark tunnel.

A sudden buzzing of your phone tamed the brainstorm unfolding in your mind.

The secretary of your husband's office kept trying to reach you. After all Krystal was also your friend. No wonder she still tried to reach you when all the hope was gone for others.

You slid the green button.

"Oh my God, Y/n! Where are you!?" Her voice blew up from the speaker. "Are you ok!?"

It was time to begin the act of the century. Everything was allowed to bring hell upon this psychopath.

"He said he had dirt on Hongjoong. That if I met with him alone and gave him money, he would leave us alone." You sobbed into the phone. "He took the money. He…hurt me, Krys."

"Jesus Christ, Y/n?! Where are you?" Her tone was even more panicked.

"Mandarin Oriental, apartment 5. Please, come quickly. He left but he can come back." You mumbled in fear because the possibility of your words happening wasn't that unbelievable.

"I'm on my way! Call the hotel service now and tell them everything. Tell them to call the police. Do you hear me? You can't be alone!" 

You mumbled something in response and put the phone down.

After ending the call, you indeed got worried he might've come back after realizing his terrible mistake. You immediately darted toward one of the nightstands, as much as your strength and injured legs allowed you to and grabbed the phone. The service was soon to be there. 

His words rang in your ears suddenly. Choi told you to call him a god. Idiot got too comfortable in his ego.

He was a product of seven deadly sins. Prideful in thinking he was invincible, untouchable. Led by wrath, lust and gluttony, he wanted all the power and control over life, death as well as all mysteries of your body and when he tasted it, he couldn't get enough. You witnessed how jealousy blinded him that he could never be what his sick mind desired. He could never be like a god. Gods don't make stupid mistakes, don't miscalculate. And at last; the cherry on top, he was too lazy to clean after himself. 

"We will meet again." You taunted, putting on the robe to hide your bruised and cut body, an important piece of evidence.

You calmly sat back down on the messed up bed while wiping your cheeks from all the tears and smudged make up. You felt horrible but you didn't plan to be alone in misery. If you were meant to fall, you would take Choi down with you. He was about to meet his doom and the doom wore your name.

"Aw, Choi. You're one unlucky son of a bitch."

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[cherubispunk]

CHERUB (PART II) - Dealer!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: you will forever be his fallen angel. his cherub. 

a note from Lucy: IT IS TIME! Now, I KNOWWWW i said that there woud be dp with tommy in part two...but that can wait until part three because this is just as disgusting as the last one hehehehe! Enjoy sinners, i'm off to bed. This is also unedited to just ignore any typos. I promise I’ll get round to reading it through later today. X

playlist | alternate banner by THE cherub @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

wc: 4088 Warnings: 18+ MDNI! DARK CONTENT! Unedited for now, no outbreak, no use of y/n but joel calls the reader ‘Cherub’, porn with little plot, bombastic age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Joel is in his late 50s), Smut, car sex, very dubcon in theory but both parties want it, smut, P in V sex (unprotected — pleaseee don’t do tis irl), oral - m reeiving, handjobs, Creampie, choking, orgasm denial, slapping, dom!Joel:/sub!reader dynamic, gagging , mentions of gagging with panties, panty sniffing, nipple play, biting, Smoking, use of pet names (baby, cherub, angel, good girl...etc), Joel being foul mouthed, cursing, dirty talk. Again, some of the most animalistic, disgustingly wretched and vile porn I have written thus far...with so little plot that this earned me my place in hell, a circle lower than the last. Big Dick Joel Miller comes as his own warning.

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Lace. Pretty. Delicate and intricate. 

Torn and tossed to grimy carpet. His trailer, his bed. Laying in his large warm arms for no more than a brief moment of afterglow. Then observed by his hawk eye while you were strewn naked about his sheets in a divine headrush of oxytocin, endorphins. And numb to all but the ghostly ache of pleasure within your belly.  

Truth can be ugly. It can beat and maim even the strongest of heart and half of soul. It can dampen spirits, bash, batter and bruise a hope so bright to such a degree it is nothing but a mere flickering flame, awaiting its snuffing out from a final exhale of a familiar broken heart. It can go pummeling, plundering and pillaging a love you held so tightly to your chest, that once was so dear to one’s self, the mere idea of letting it slip through your fingers would bring on an agonising loneliness even death's pain could not compete or match with. 

One night later was your time to face truth, the world fell dark again. The rain had subsided back to choking heat, summer’s final scorch before biting winter rolled in, icy and frostbitten on its heels. You were catatonic in bed from that day forward. Contemplated the end of it all. Then got up for work again when the sun peeked over aluminium trailer rooftops. All of this…just come back to your own bed again. 

You belong to the ground now. Your purple knees might as well be caked in dirt. Each of your hairs stood on end in protest to your shivers, vexatious and unforgiving. And choked sobs suffocated you, face red, raw, puffy and salty. Everything seemed to hurt. The sound of humanity seemed so far away from you now. Even the crackling of TV static in the next room over. Nothing felt quite real. It was just…dull. Exhaustion ached in your bones, sinking in deeper - bone marrow level deeper - after twenty-four hours of little to no rest. You bit down on your bottom lip and scrunched your eyes closed as your fingers and toes curled in and you writhed in emotional pain inside yourself. Physically you were still. A weight had pressed itself into your chest, digging at you and carving a hole through your sternum. Your teeth were now gritted as you let out strained whimpers muffled by the pillow. Desperate for some form of relief, you were clasping at your upper arms, clawing your flesh until red lines rose

No one knew. No one could know. they did not have to carry the idea that someone, who roamed the halls of your mind peacefully, passively, vacantly, now rampaged through those same corridors with an iron fist and a burning torch, setting you alight, leaving breadcrumb trails for ravens to pick at and fragments such as that of sharp, cutting mirror glass for you to piece together with no map or original picture but your own memory. You tumbled, spiralling into a world of ‘was it this?’ or ‘was it that?’. And the line between each question soon grew thinner, smearing together like streaks of sunlight smudging in tears. 

—

It was a slow roll of a shift. No one but the regulars on a quiet Monday morning. The bikers who stop for coffee. The business man here for the Bessy's Diner ‘premium’ breakfast before his day starts. Greasy and warm but with the crispy potatoes. Eggs sunny side up on two slices of golden brown white bloomer bread. The smell stuck in your hair. 

You watched through the window as the world turned dark under bruising night sky. His name on your tongue at the back of your teeth. His handprint on your thigh under your yellow polyester skirt. It was the branding of him on you in the most achingly beautiful way you could imagine. You might not be bent in half any more but in your mind you are replaying each thrust that edged you over the side of harrowing oblivion. You were in his bed. Right there. You could almost feel him.

The ding of the pass bell made you blink once, twice, thrice, with a sharp inhale through your nose while you tuned in a daze to collect a cheeseburger and curly fries. You weren't much to look at by your standards – grease stains on your uniform, scuffed shoes and bruised knees; But the man you delivered the meal too had you for his appetiser. Eyeing you like a juicy cut of rump steak, plump and tender to sink one's teeth into. Your nostrils flared and you couldn't help but wonder what Joel would think of his roaming eyes as you gave the trucker a curt but saccharine ‘Enjoy!’ through gritted teeth. 

Then it was back to staring out the window while more coffee brewed and the sky sunk deep blue, a rim of purple at the horizon. Like it had been beaten and left by the sun. Clouds murking the sky above like dried blots of ink. A heavy downpour to come and you hadn't bought your coat or umbrella. Headlights beamed through the window in the blue, sailing over your eyes and the wall behind you, making you strain and squint at the familiar number plate. 

That very truck had been parked in the middle of your trailer and his. Taunted you now whenever you saw it. Reminded you that he had not come calling since a few nights ago. How long was it now? A week of no contact that made you claw at your skin and the marrow of your very bones ache with the pain as they hollowed out. Waiting for him to fill that place in you again with a sense of being needed. The place only he knew how to reach. It was pathetic and you knew it. But, oh, how you'd fall to your knees in the dirt each time to just see him. To have him call you Cherub. It felt like a dream no one would get to see or feel but you and him. A secret whisper of delight that had a pending knot of tension tighten and twist in your gut. Then a flutter when his truck door opened to reveal him in his usual wife beater tank and dirty denim combo. This time a leather jacket straining over his broad shoulders. Your mouth watered at the sight of his bulge. How, when he stood with the devils own smirk at the sight of you through the window, arm slung over the top of the drivers door, the tank rode up to give a tease of happy trail on his softer tummy. He was a man who could ruin you with a look; Have you pleading to be his anything. 

He licked his lips at the promise of his meal. You. All you could do was stand with feet planted firmly to the floor in your frilly hemmed socks and patent mary janes. His picture of innocence dressed in a ditsy diner uniform. His eyes were dark and lit only by the inside glow. They snared you in ways you often found hard to elucidate to yourself. But you'd be a liar if you refused to admit the excitement your gaze held his with. The beaming toothy grin you shone at him as he walked through the entrance. A chilly gust of wind hot on his chunky book clad heels. 

“Be right with ya!” You called to him as you took the coffee from its hotplate, unable to keep yourself from smiling. He was here. You would once again be his. Whole. 

A girl could dream. Oh she can dream up to the clouds and pass the very sun. But, lord above, how calamity hits like a stone to a dove’s wing. Causing the fall to earth and the fire to consume. This time, Icarus waited for the night. Who knew Selene would give the same backhand as Apollo.

“No need.” He cleared his throat, ambling over in his swagger to slump over the counter against the bar stool. “Lookin’ awful happy, Cherub.” There it was. It had your eyes glazing over in a haze. The first man who gave you a reason. An ability to serve and care and be wanted. “Just happy ‘cause I'm seein’ you.” You sighed. His arms crossed over themselves on the counter and there was Lucifers smile to lull you closer.

“That so?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yeah.” It was ineffable to explain, really. The temptation. But it was so damn perfect you couldn't get enough of it.

“What time you get off then, Cherub?”

“Ten.” You replied instantly. A heat warmed your core. A fizzle of something, a cramping of a dull pleasure spasm in your belly. From there he leaned over, breath tickling your ear as his scuff scratched the shell of it. Made your pulse thrum under your skin. He could feel your supple warmth, noticed how your pretty round chest hitched at the feel of his words in your ear. He ogled you like a hunter would his prey. His next feast.

“Y’think you can help me get off?” 

If you had it your way you’d trace each scar, pale of almost rare silver, raised upon his skin. Gnarled. But so unmistakably beautiful it takes your breath away for a moment. Born again, the first breath you take. Learning how to inhale, familiarise yourself with how his chest rises, to then fall with tumble of the exhale. But this was on his terms. It would do. Ideally you'd do it your way. However, he wanted what he wanted. He took. You had so much more to give him if you were just gifted the miracle of opportunity. Jeopardising this love now would be a foolish idea. 

“Yes, Joel.” You whispered, though it caught in your throat a little. Joel pulled back to eye you. Chuckling at the sight of your open wide doe eyes. A pretty helpless fawn for him to scrape off the road after being crushed by a truck. Or a bird whose wings needed patching. Little did you know he wasn't mending your wings. Merely plucking feathers from them until you could no longer glide through skies. Only be dragged by him across the ground on a leash. Rubbing flesh raw to the point of bleeding.

“Then i’ll be waitin’ here for ya, Cherub.” 

—

He had his eyes on you the whole time. In his stare you saw each scene of what could be play out. What position he'd fix you in before the descent of his hips into yours. The slap of heavy balls against your ass. The ripple of your skin while a hand clapped down on one cheek, then the other. Rendering you useless for the rest of the night. Unable to walk without legs trembling. Poor pretty Bambi. Poor precious Cherub. 

You could feel the heat of his eyes lick up the back of your neck. Flushing bright colour into the apples of your cheeks. Each time you passed him, a silent glance from you. A primal, phallic stare from him. Cogs in his mind turning to see what scenario would take his fancy. The look from other customers didn't fall short on his attention. He noticed the way that trucker had eyed you upon giving him the bill. Jealousy curled in his gut because how dare another man so much as think about touching what is rightfully his. What you were so eager to please with. The plush of your breasts, the encompassing warmth of your slick wet cunt. Joel would remember that when you stumble home, his come dribbling down your leg in a thick, gluttonous rivulet. You, so ready to flay yourself open at his word and present all to him. Your broken ribs and beating heart. The blood that bled in vain for him. 

At the end of your shift he waited while you got you things from out back, taking out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Thick fingers plucking one ready to light. 

“Can't smoke in here, Joel.” You pointed out as his lighter hissed under the roll of his thumb.

“Then hurry up ‘n let me get you outta here, Cherub.” He mumbled, eyes trained on the cigarette between his lips. You admired how the yellow hue of the lighter washed him a glow in brief flashes. The scruff on his jaw lighter. Greyer. Handsomer. 

“Okay.” 

He led you out with a hand to your back. Hoisted your bike into the bed of his truck and you had to hold your breath at the swell of his muscles under his leather jacket. Its dark shine scuffed and worn down. 

He drove you back downtown with the cigarette lit in his mouth to puff on, a hand on your clenching thigh, inching closer up to dangerous territory. He felt how you squirmed inside yourself. As if your bones were begging to be rattled by him. Until the highway bled off into smaller roads towards the trailer park where he opened the window to flick his smoke out and then shut it. You weren’t expecting him to pull over in a lay-by. The trees skeletal as leaves had started to fall here. 

The engine sputtered before shutting off with the twist of the key. You found yourself staring at your skirt, picking a loose thread from the hem of it before his finger hooked under your chin. Just like the first time. Still smelling of tobacco and something mustier. Something human. It was hard to see in the dark, but his shadow said it all. It was carved out by the backdrop of trees outside the window. It made a rattling burst of desire dart down your spine and fill the hollow slowburn in your womb. 

“Look at me.” So you did. And his finger grasped your chin, almost embedding his touch into your with trembling tingle were he to ever let go. Like a solder’s phantom limb.

“What are we doing here, Joel?” You asked, eyes innocent. Begging to be corrupted and crying. 

“Gettin’ me off, Cherub.”

His lips crushed yours like seeds of pomegranate. Chapped and split. The metallic taste of his blood on your tongue. Your lungs breathed him, absorbed him. What noise he gave you, nonsensical as it was, it was a relief there was something. Something you could do. Part your thighs.

While one hand stayed fastened to your chin in its vice grip, his other palmed himself through his jeans. Hips rolling into the heel of his hand and a groan departed from his chest heavily. One you happily consumed with a needy inhale. Desperate to feel something of him inside you. 

“Gonna make me feel good, ain’t you, Cherub? My pretty little thing.” 

It was hard to nod in his grip. But you managed with the aiding of a whimpering “Mhm!”

“‘M gonna let you feel it.”

The bulge in his jeans was straining at denim and suffocating him. You felt blindly for his erection, fumbling with the belt, button and zipper. Joel smirked into your mouth while his tongue trialled sloppily over your bottom lip, enclosing it between the prison of his gnashers. Biting down hard. The friction of his beard was coarse against the dichotomy of your soft, supple skin. 

“Yeah.” He sighed, leaning back in the passenger seat, detaching his lips from you. “Jus’ like that.” You swallowed. Aching to feel him. To have him as a part of you again. But for now you'd settle with the steady dragging stroke of his thick heavy cock in your hand. 

You watched him with curiosity, the way his eyes fluttered closed. It was more the way a child would observe a butterfly trapped in a jar. Even though he was anything but delicate. 

“Fuckin’ angel aint ya, Cherub?” He swallowed, hips twitching and bucking up into your hand while your thumb rolled over the sensitive head of his dick, smearing a bead of precum over the delicate flushed skin. You salivated like a rabid dog at the sight. The smell of his sex thick on your nose. 

You felt the curl of this large hand at the crown of your skull before he pushed you down. Pulling you with him to hell’s heat once more. 

“Suck it.” 

And you did willingly; Took him into the warm cavern of your mouth, swirling your tongue over the flushed red tip to have the heady taste of him thick on your tastebuds. His hips stuttered, meaning you had to hollow out your mouth and relax your throat to take him as far as he wanted. The ache in your oesophagus burned, bruising deliciously. Tears stung the backs of your eyes, heavy and wet and dripping over the threshold of your eyes, streaking clumpy mascara down your face like an abstract painting for him to smirk at later. His fingers twisted in your hair like brambles through hedgerows. His hands were being laid on you. More like beckoning you closer to being laid to rest in the dirt. Ready for that little death his anatomy promised. The lust between you heated the car, fogging windows slightly. 

As you went a little further, and little faster, nails digging into his jeans to ground yourself, you realised you’d never rather be anywhere than with him. Saliva running from your mouth down his shaft, collecting in a shine around the base and rolling over his tightening balls. He chuckled when you gagged, spluttering and heaving on him. Begging for more, you dared to ghost a single finger over your dripping slit. Cunt twitching at the attention. An action that was far from lost on him. 

“Did I tell ya you could touch yerself?” He hissed, ripping you from his cock as the heat of an orgasm started to bubble in his lower belly. You spluttered a no, holding your hands up in surrender to him. “Little minx.” He sneered.

You yelped at the grip on your thighs as he kicked your legs out from under you, tugging your underwear from your heat in one swift yank. He held the cotton up to his nose, taking a deep inhale. “Fuckin’ filthy. Just imagine what your uncle would think ‘bout this?  Ruining your fucking panties for me.” Shame flooded your gut, but the clench of your tight, drooling hole told you otherwise about disliking the thought. A heat warming your cheeks once more. “Oh, you like that dont you, Cherub?”

“Yeah.” You owned up to the fact. There was no point in lying. He’d fuck the truth out of you one way or another. 

With your hands still raised, you watched in fucked out awe of his tonge that darted out to taste your slick on your underwear. His eyes closed as he savoured the tang on his tongue. There was no need to commit it to memory. If he wanted it again all he need do was ask. Your legs would part open, panties in his hand again. 

“Taste like fuckin’ honey, Cherub. All sweet and sticky.” His voice verberated in your chest and his and had your eyes blurring in a split of a second. Crawling back once again to the memory in his trailer. “What do you think? Should I shove these in your mouth instead of my cock? Huh, Cherub?” You swallowed at the thought. “Nah…” He cast the thought aside, tossing them in the backseat. “I might just go easy on ya tonight.” 

That was a short lived promise, for he was sliding back his seat as far as it would go, dragging you into his lap, thick head prodding the weeping entrance of your cunt. Waiting deliciously for the stretch of him. Whole again. Make me whole again. You begged to the ears of your own mind. Please!

“Sit down.” He demanded. And you obeyed; Notching him between the slick lips of your pussy. He hands found grounding purchase on your hips, grinding you along the underside of his thick length. Smearing your juices over himself. Each time the tip so much as grazed your clit it had you whimpering his name. Had your brain scrambling to form a coherent sentence. It was sinful Disgusting. But the way it felt was enough to cast a shadow on those doubts. Turn out the light, and set them to temporary sleep in your head. 

The roll of your hips worked in tandem with the taboo buck of his thrusts. His neck strained and veins bulged under tight tension knotted, gnarled skin.

“This pussy’s made for this, ain't it, Cherub? Made for makin’ me feel good.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled while two thick fingers slipped into your mouth. The rough pads of them pressing into your tongue. You pressed your lips around them, taking his digits down to the last knuckle. His taste was rich in your mouth. One you'd never even dream of forgetting. 

Your humping got faster, more erratic and less careful. Big. Mistake. 

“Don’t go getting sloppy on me now, Cherub.”

You whined. It was all you were good for. All you could do. There was only so much finesse you could master with the steering wheel at your back, digging into your arching, aching spine. You waxed and waned over him in more careful movements now. Made sure to press down with each roll back over his shaft. All while he had an open mouthed trained gaze on the way his fingers slipped in and out of your mouth. Slow. Setting the pace for you to mimic. Lips puffy, saliva slick. 

From there, it was your dress. Greedy and heavy hands popping the buttons of it open and stripping you down to nothing but flesh. It crumpled around your waist. His lips pursed while suckling your nipples into his mouth until they were pert and erect on his tongue. Teeth sinking into tender flesh, jaw unhinged as he took a bite of their swell and mimicked it on the other side.

It was so bad. So, so, so bad. If there truly was a god you’d be signed over to hell. But you didn't care, how could you when you felt the burn in your belly of your orgasm. The stars sputtering over the backs of your closed lids in a hypnotic kaleidoscope image. Either way, you were damned. Icarus to Apollo’s heat. His heat was burning. Scalding. Making a sheen of thick, damp sweat accumulate over your skin. Chest heaving into his mouth while your back arched and held tight like the string of a bow ready to release.

“Fuck– please, Joel. Wanna– fuck– come. Wanna come!” You whined around his fingers. To which he replied by ripping them from your mouth and striking a heavy hand over your cheek. The sting was thrilling. It made the apples of your cheeks tingle, begging him to do it again. Abuse you in any way he saw fit because the pleasure burning, building in your core had your cunt clenching. Ready to let go at his given word. He bared his teats at you while he smeared his tongue and spit over your tits.

“No. You come when I say and only when I say.” 

And with those as his damning words, he lifted your hips off his, using a hand to line himself up with precision, spearing into you in one fowl swoop. You bit back a scream on your bottom lip from the intrusion. But before you could let the pain sink in it melted into brain fogging pleasure. You had to clench your walls around his thick length, his cock hot and pulsing within your cunt that spasmed with the promise to unwind. Had you a babbling crying mess in his lap while he jackhammered up into you. Balls slapping your spread cheeks. 

His palm closed around your pulse, the other in your hair as you held yourself just above him on trembling legs so he could have the room to thirst upwards, swollen cockhead nipping your cervix vigorously like the last time. Whatever broken thing inside you that made you yearn for this could rattle around within of you. It was nothing unless it got you here to the sheer pleasure you felt when in his unforgiving arms. You’d go easily like this. Tear stained cheeks as you babbled his name nonsensically. All for him to keep up the relentless pace of his hips. The coarse hairs at the base of his cock adding a friction to your twitching clit that wasn't needed. You were already on edge. God, how you lived for the little death.

“Please, sir!” If anything else you did didn't set him off, that did. The words sweetened by the whine that curled from the back of your throat and dripped into his ears like fine wine. High pitched needy for him to finish you off. Deliver the killing blow. 

The hand tangled in your hair jerked your head back, leaving your jaw to hang open and your eyes to roll back in your skull. Your toes curled in their frilly socks and shoes, the tingle turning to numbness and then to an overstimulated pain that you couldn't stave off any longer. 

“Gonna come ain ya, Cherub? After I’ve been so fuckin’ nice to ya. Let ya touch me. Feel me inside of ya.” He pressed a hand over your womb, feeling the bulge of himself each time he fucked up to meet that perfect spot inside you. “Feel me fuckin’ wrecking this cunt for anyone else?” And you nodded stupidly, finding it hard to breathe with his other hand still at your neck. He could feel the quickening of your pulse under your flesh. “Words, Cherub.” He growled with heat into your pulse. “Or have I fucked you dumb, pretty girl?”

“Yes! Yes, Joel, I'm yours! Yours yours yours!”

“The fucking come. Show me.” 

And finally, the closing scene to this act of sin. The little death you had been waiting for swelled within you, sending you falling from the stars in your eyes and back down to earth – crashing into the wall of his chest. A string of curses from his sneering lips and he released inside of you, balls tightening and dick twitching sheathed within you. His thick, hot come dribbled gluttonously from your quivering cunt. And you were twitching uncontrollably against him. 

Your chests heaved out of sync with each other. Him out, you in. You accommodated the invading rise of his chest with the crushing and concaving of your own. His cock softened inside of you and in the mess he had made of you cunt. You were well and truly wrecked for anyone but him. Your body, no matter how much you may come to hate this fact in future, belongs to his pleasure. 

You will forever be his fallen angel. His Cherub.

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[pinkykats-place]

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[wakandas-vibranium]

I’m In A Meeting

Pairing: No outbreak!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, smutty smut, oral(m receiving)

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Your husband Joel is currently on a zoom meeting and you’re bored.

A/N: I'm just in a Joel Miller mood today I guess. Please like, comment, and reblog!

Your husband Joel had a flourishing contracting business, and you couldn't have been more proud of him. You two haven't had much time to be intimate, much less have sex, in the last few months since he's been so busy. He was either too tired or stayed late at work. 

Again, you were proud of him, but you missed your husband. It's almost as if he had to put you on his calendar for a meeting just to have a conversation with you. You didn't complain, but his absence was starting to wear down on you. 

You spent your time with your stepdaughter Sarah, but Sarah was also preoccupied with her best friend Ellie. You spent some time with Tommy and Maria, but the newlywed couple was already worn out with their newborn child. The time you spent with your best friend and husband, Joel, was far more meaningful to you than the time you spent working or even with your close friends. You and Joel did everything together…or at least you used to. 

Because the community center where you worked was closed for construction this week, you were at home. You hoped that this chance would allow you to spend more time with your husband, but it did not. He was constantly busy, even when working from home. He was so busy that he missed your lunch date, which was right downstairs in your kitchen. Somebody always needed him for something. He was the boss, so it only made sense. You loved and hated it. 

It was an early release day, so you picked up Sarah and Ellie from school and dropped them off at the local arcade for a few hours. When you got home, Joel was still in his office, conducting yet another meeting. 

You decided enough was enough right then and there. You stripped your clothes off and marched to the door of his office, overcome by boldness and unadulterated determination. You didn't even bother to knock. You strolled into his office, naked as the day you came. When he looked up at you, his eyes widened in surprise before his lips curled upward in a small smirk.

It sounded like one of his clients was giving a presentation, but you didn't care, and by the looks of it, neither did your husband. His chestnut-brown eyes had abandoned his computer screen and watched you like a hawk. 

You shut the door behind you, got down on your knees, and crawled slowly over to your husband. You crawled underneath his desk and sat back on your knees once you were in front of his lap. 

You unzipped his slacks slowly, careful not to graze his cock, teasing. Joel grabbed the camera on top of his desktop and tilted it upward, rendering it unable to see anything below his chin. You reached in his pants and pulled out his half hard cock. Clearly, he missed you as much as you missed him, you thought to yourself. 

Your mouth watered with hunger the minute his cock sprung free. Joel was so busy this month with an inflow of new clients that you hadn't choked on it in such a long time. You missed it. You licked the palm of your hand before gently massaging his cock. It grew to fullness in your hand within a manner of seconds. One of your favorite feelings. 

Joel kept facing his computer screen, but his hand came down and touched the side of your face. You turned your cheek into his hand and kissed his palm twice. He hummed and nodded his head, as if he were paying attention to the presentation. 

You licked your lips, moaning quietly as his hard cock stared back at you, daring you to put it in your mouth. 

"Look at me." You commanded in a hushed tone, skillfully licking an impressive stripe up his shaft and flicking your tongue over the slit. Joel caught your teasing smirk as he glanced down at you. You wrapped your lips around him and sucked, peering up at him to gauge his reaction. Joel leaned forward a bit, grabbing and squeezing your tits in both hands.

“Just like that, baby.” Joel encouraged, letting out a strained moan as you started bobbing your head up and down, setting a particular toe curling pace that he always seemed to melt for. 

Someone asked him a contract question that appeared to be extremely significant, so you pulled off with a soft pop and stroked his wet cock loosely while the other hand fondled his balls.

You had always loved Joel's vocal prowess during sexcapades, but the fact that he couldn't make the noises he wanted right now made you even wetter for him.

“That’s right Mark— mmm,” Joel coughed, covering his moan as you squeezed his dick tighter in your first, pumping him hard and fast with one hand. Your other hand crept between your thighs and played with your swollen clit. Your cunt was drenched. 

He struggled through a few more questions before pressing the mute button. He looked down at you, his eyes hungry with a sweet promise of what was to come once his meeting finished.

You licked long, wet stripes along the sides of his shaft before taking the tip of his cock between your soft, full lips. "Goddamnit!" he swore, slamming his palm down hard on the desk and fighting back a growl as the heat of your mouth engulfed him once more.

Good thing he muted his microphone, you thought, turned on and amused by the needy sounds escaping his lips. 

"Our annual charity gala is coming up," someone chimed in, prompting a flurry of excited shouts and a round of applause.

"Shit," Joel exhaled sharply, eyes fluttering closed, his thick fingers sinking into the leather armrests of his office chair as you sucked him deeper down your throat and stroked the base of his cock.

“Joel?” Mark, his million dollar client, questioned, raspy voice heavy with concern, “Everything okay over there?” 

Joel’s eyes shot open and he sat up straight in his chair, cautiously closing his legs. He must have accidentally unmuted his microphone when he slammed the desk. You fought back a hysterical giggle as you continued bobbing your head up and down, slurping as quietly as you could. He tasted so good. 

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head as he chuckled nervously, “I just stubbed my toe on the co—corner of my desk is all.” You gripped his thigh and spread his legs back to where they were. He cupped the back of your head before pulling on your locs. The painful pleasure only made your clit throb for him. You brought your hand back down to your pussy and began to finger your clit in tight circles. You wanted to cum with his cock in your mouth. 

“Will you be joining us at the office this Friday?” Andrea, a new hire, asked Joel. Everybody loved Joel. He was the man in Austin, Texas. There weren't too many people in the big city who didn't know who Joel Miller was. You loved that for him. His success was your success. 

“Yes,” he mumbled, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as his eyes fluttered closed again, “I’ll mmhmm be the—there.” 

“And how about the charity gala next weekend?” Mark asked warmly, “Are you coming?”

“Yeah, I’m cummin’ right the fuck now,”Joel grunted lowly, warning you slyly. You giggled around his cock and the vibrations were more than enough to send him over the edge. He let go of your locs and grabbed your shoulder instead, biting back a booming moan as he shot his warm seed down your throat, shuddering hard as you swallowed around him. You came hard, legs trembling too as an orgasm ripped through your belly. Joel’s cock being in your mouth drowned out your loud whimpers. 

“Well if there’s nothing else. Have a great evening everyone. We’ll see you all in the office on Friday.” 

“Good night everyone.”

“Have a good one.”

“See ya Friday, Joel.”

“Bye y’all.”

“Have a good rest of your week, Joel.”

“Goodbye everybody.” 

You heard the chirp of multiple people leaving the zoom meeting so you continued to suck, milking your husband of all he had. You rubbed his thighs as they shook slightly. 

“And make sure that beautiful wife comes too,” one of his newer clients added before ending the meeting. 

“Oh, I will,” Joel promised as his gaze never left yours, grin wide and toothy, pupils blown wide as all outside and shimmering with lust. Your heart hammered against your chest in anticipation. 

He made sure the meeting ended before standing up, cock softening as he peered down at you, “Bend your sexy ass over my desk,” he purred as he walked around his desk, “I want that ass as high as you can get it.” 

"You sure I don't have to make an appointment first?" You laughed, shoulders shaking as you crawled out from under his desk.

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[takami-takami]

Crybaby.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— gn!reader. orgasm denial. edging. subspace. dacryphilia. dumbification. some degradation. keigo being mean. chewtoy reader.

There's a sense of victory that comes with playing in the aftermath of the very cards you stacked to fall.

It's Keigo's favorite part of this little game. It's a chess match carefully constructed of anything but fairness— more like a stack of dominos for him to play with than a competition of any sort.

You, the ever-willing participant who falls victim to the mental tripwires and traps he lays before you. Him, the ringleader who holds every scrap of control.

Another nip stings the flesh of your trembling thighs. The graze of his stubble lights every sensitive nerve ending ablaze.

"Sweet thing," he murmurs into your bruised skin, skilled tongue soothing the ache. "You think you deserve me touching you, after what you did?"

"N-No. 'M sorry, sir."

"You're sorry? Really." He asks, incredulous timber lacing his growl. The sound is mumbled by the flesh of your inner thighs. He can't bear to pull away and miss the way you cry about it, the way you pitch the cutest fit over the denial of your release.

You nod into the crook of your arm, hiding your shame; he can't see you if you can't see him, your naive brain supplies.

It's depraved, it's pathetic. He coos.

His teeth are white, a golden boy with a smile fit for the press. Distantly, you wonder if his fans would think the same of him if they got a better look at the canines hiding beneath those smirking lips.

"You're havin' such a hard time, aint'cha," he prods, already well aware of the answer. "But this is your fault, sweetheart," he reminds you, the warm expanse of his hands running up your thighs to your hips, and right back down. "You get what you get for disobeying."

His wicked smile would be insulting if you were a smidge more lucid; but here, it only serves to pull you under.

Your fault... Yeah, you suppose it is. All your fault. You're sorry, you're sorry–

With each hiccuping breath, you sink further down into the silken sheets below.

Keigo is all smiles. It's adorable, really; how you're so far gone, too dumb with pleasure to notice that he's orchestrated this game from the very beginning.

You only get to finish if you cum when I say, he said.

And you believed he'd be fair?

How charming, that you'd think for a second he would risk letting this delicious little outcome slip from his grasp, that he wouldn't purposefully tear his hands away from where you need it most every time you got close.

If you were a tad less focused on the heat between those thighs, if you weren't so damn greedy, you'd notice you never stood a chance at winning your little agreement.

He'd never let you.

With another lave of his tongue against your skin, lapping up the mess of your shameful arousal to the backdrop of your hitching sobs, Keigo sighs contentedly. He deserves this. Your misery is the fruit that blooms from the seeds of his efforts, the satisfying clink of the last domino falling where it stands.

The way your whimpers drip into his ears, it's the loveliest sound. Your gorgeous tears are a soothing balm for the burns of another stressful day. Each hiccup that drips from your lips eases his aches, replaces them with a far more pleasurable throb, right down the pit of his stomach toward his twitching cock.

You're the chewtoy to a dog that's been bred to hunt.

And neither of you would have it any other way.

Sighing, Keigo decides to put it in again, crawls above you and slips himself inside; but he boasts a deceptively sweet, toothy grin when he sees the look on your face. Your relief at being filled is tragic, as if you genuinely believe he'd be nice and change his mind. That he'd let you cum.

Your desperate gasp is swallowed by his lips as he begins to rock his hips against yours. He bullies his slicked cock inside, losing himself in the unbearable heat below him.

You reach down while he's distracted, hoping to get just a second of touch—

His sigh is lovesick when he swats your hand away.

Keigo can practically taste the salt of the tears that bubble in your eyes. Pulling back for a second to get a look at your face, he swallows the sight.

Suddenly, he grips your cheeks with one solid hand, forcing your lips into a pursed pout. Your whine is garbled and pathetic, depraved and denied of your release yet again.

"Awww, baby, no," he coos, his mocking pout a bastardized match to your own. "Don't cry," he says, to the rhythm of his thrusts against your hips.

"Didn't wanna make you cry," he lies.

The kiss he places on your nose, full of reverent adoration, is far too sweet for the predicament he's placed you in.

"You gonna cry for me, baby? Feels that good?" His voice takes on a breathless air, drowning and blazing alive all at once. Even he can't hide the endorphins swimming in his voice, the way your whimpers burn him up from the inside.

Keigo doesn't know how much more of this he can take, but the obsession of his indulgence beckons him to take more, more, more.

"God, you feel like fuckin' heaven," he babbles, chasing his own release with each powerful, balls-deep thrust, eyes sewn shut and mouth agape from the pleasure he treats himself to over and over. He rubs his cock raw in the heat of your body, lust-drunk and entirely lost in it.

"Perfect little hole for me to fuck, aren't you? Fuckin' Christ— Oh. You are, aren't you?"

It takes all he has to abruptly stop once he feels you clamping down on him, evidence that you're nearly pushed over the edge by his deliciously cruel words. He can't let you get too close, can't let you end his favorite little game too soon.

When your thrashes and begs finally cease, resigned to your place, he sighs and begins to move again.

His pants of blissful pleasure contrast your frustrated huffs, your heaving breaths as you are forced to the edge again and again.

No need to worry. He'll finish enough for the both of you tonight.

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[luvyeni]

dojaejung smut ???

DREAM TEAM ; DOJAEJUNG

pairings. roommates!dojaejung x fem!reader

wc. 1.7k

warnings. oral (f and m. receiving) slapping , anal , unprotected sex , degradation , HEAVY dirty talk

i hope you enjoy it <3 !

after a drunken confession , you find yourself in a predicament with your roommates.

—

you weren't sure what had shifted with your bestfriends/roommates , but you could definitely sense something was different with them after the party you guys attended about a week ago. they'd watch you like a hawk, eyeing you up and down with this look in their eyes — a look you couldn't make up.

you tried to ignore it at first , pushing it to the back of your mind thinking maybe you were just overthinking things , but it was hard to when they were constantly burning holes into your skin with their eyes , like right now. you were trying to watch the movie , like you guys every week — but you kept getting distracted by the constant stares from your friends.

"what is it?" you spoke up , they all turned to you. "did i do something wrong , are you guys mad at me or something?" jungwoo who sat at the end of the couch spoke up first. "you didn't do anything bub , why do you ask." you looked down at your fingers. "all week you guys have been acting weird , every since the party."

"you don't remember the party do you?" jaehyun said. "on the way home." you sworn you could've seen him smirk. "i was pretty drunk , i don't really remember that night." you could never hold your alcohol , you began to think about everything you could remember. "i told you she didn't remember." doyoung said. "remember what?" had you offended them?

"princess , you confessed a few dirty sins of yours." jaehyun's words made your eyes widened. "li-like what?" something told you not to get drunk , you knew it never worked out well , and it alwayd came back to bite you in the ass. "oh , just that we're your dream foursome." you definitely saw his smirk now. "and that you touch yourself to the thought of us fucking you." jungwoo said , your face was red.

"i-i did?" you were so embarrassed , living with three insanely attractive guys , you were bound to have thoughts , especially when they often walked around without shirts on , and jaehyun insisted on wearing those god forsaken grey sweatpants — but you didn't want them to know that you had these thoughts about them.

"nothing we didn't already know though , these walls are very then , and you are very loud baby." the way doyoung spoke sent shivers down your spine. "and those shorts you're always wearing , it's so obvious you want to be fucked." you bit your lip, he's really airing out all your dirty laundry like that. "look at you thinking about it right now , i bet your pussy is drenched right , come sit." doyoung called you over, patting his lap.

you crawled into his lap , he grabbed your thighs, spreading your legs , locking them with his own. "be a good girl." he whispered in your ear , kissing your neck , leaving little marks. "d-doyoung." you squirmed in your seat , not noticing jaehyun had gotten up from his seat , and in between your legs , until you felt him tugging at your waistband. "let's get these off , so i can finally get a taste." you lifted your hips up , letting him pulled them down.

"fuck , she soaked through her panties." he groaned , you whimpered as he ran his finger down your slit. "jae-jaehyun." he left little kisses on your clit , patting your folds softly , before pulling your panties down your legs. "such a pretty pussy." he groaned , diving in like a man who hadn't eaten. "of fuck , jaehyun." you moaned as he licked your folded. "come on , let's get this off." jungwoo , lifted your shirt over your head , your tits dropping due to lack of a bra.

"been wanting to suck on these ever since you moved in." he brought his mouth to your nipple sucking on it. "that feels good princess?" doyoung toyed with your other nipple. "gonna be a good girl and let us all fuck you? hmm? " you nodded , throwing your head back against his shoulder , letting pleasure take over you. "m-more please , i need more." jaehyun detached his mouth from your pussy , stringing your clit. "really , you have three of us touching you , and you still need more , i told you our pretty little roommate was a just a little slut in disguise." you moaned , your hole clenching over nothing.

"you're our slut though , right baby?" jungwoo asked, you nodded mind cloudy , doyoung grabbed your chin. "use your words." his voice demanded. "y-yes , please do something." jaehyun pushed then tip of his finger in your hole. "good girl." he pushed his whole finger on. "fuck , she's so tight." he slowly pushed his finger in and out your hole. "i think she's gonna cum already."

you felt doyoung's cock against your ass , wishing he was inside you. "you feel it baby , feel my fat cock , gonna take it like a good girl?" you nodded. "fu-fuck yes , i need it." you felt your orgasm approaching. "jaehyun, i-im gonna cum!" you squealed as he sped up , his fingers roughly fucking you. "cum for me princess , cum all over my hand." your mouth dropped open as you came. "so fucking pretty." jungwoo finally letting your nipple go , your breast were so sore and sensitive now.

doyoung picked you up , holding you in his arms taking you to your room , the others following behind you , stripping themselves of their clothes. "good fuck you real good baby." he threw you on the bed. "treat you like the slut you want to be treated like." they all climbed on the bed. "gonna let us ruin you for other men , make so you only want to fuck us." jungwoo manhandled you into position , your ass up in the air. "answer him princess." jaehyun slapped your face. "y-yes please fuck me." you moaned.

"i want her pussy , been waiting too long." doyoung laid down , letting you climb on top of him. "i really want that pretty mouth on me baby , gonna let me fuck your throat?" jaehyun stroked his cock , slapping it against both your cheeks , your mouth water at the sight of his cock. "so cock drunk already princess , go a head , put it in your mouth." he pressed his tip on your lips , you parted them , taking him into your wet cavern. "oh fuck." he groaned.

doyoung lifted your hips , his tip pressing at your hole. "your pussy is already sucking my cock in." he slowly inched you down on his cock , letting himself drag along your throbbing walls. "your pussy feels like heaven." he moaned , lifting your hips up , slamming you down on his cock making you squeal around jaehyun , allowing him to force his cock even more down your throat , you gagged and gurgled around his cock. "damn princess , you're making such a mess , drooling on my cock like a whore."

you felt jungwoo's finger pressing against your other hole. "you ever had someone here bubs?" he pushed his finger tip inside your puckering hole. "can i?" you hummed around jaehyun's cock. "good girl." he spat on your hole, lubing your hole , before slding his cock in between your ass. "gonna fuck this pretty ass." he slowly pushed his tip in , your eyes widened at the stretch. "so tight." he slowly fucked himself into your ass. "fucking squeezing me."

you were completely full and pliant , letting them use your holes anyway they wanted. "such a fucking whore , letting us -fuck- use you like this." doyoung fucked up into you. "we could always hear you fucking yourself , the way you'd moan our names , thinking we were sleep , coming out the next morning acting all innocent." you could barely moan , jaehyun cock fucking your throat. "gonna let us use you whenever we want for now on , be our own personal cocksleeve?"

your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "or pretty brainless slut , filled up all her holes now she can't think." jaehyun chuckled , he was basically holding you up by your head , fucking your face. "her ass is fucking choking my , cock -shit- gonna fill it with my cum." jungwoo groaned , him and doyoung used your holes , both of them roughly fucking them , your body was so spent , your orgasm slowly creeping up to you.

"gonna cum for us slut , make a fucking mess." jaehyun slapped your tear stained face , your eyes fluttering. "fuck she looks like she's gonna pass out." he pushed your head all the way down , you gagged letting his cum fill your throat , pushing your head off , jerking his cock , the rest of his cum landing on your face. "that's a good cumslut." he slapped your face once more.

"oh fuck , im cumming!" jungwoo panted , chasing his orgasm. "shit!" he groaned , his cum filling up your asshole , he pulled out , his cum dripping out of you , he pushed it back in , slapping your ass. "keep it inside while you cum." doyoung was the last one , wanting to be the one who finished you off. "come on baby , cum for me , so i can fill this pretty pussy with my cum." he growled into your ear.

you were so desperate to cum , you could barely keep your eyes open. "that's it , i feel you about to cum." he rubbed your clit , sending you over the edge. "fuck im cumming , im fucking cumming!" you scream , feeling your orgasm hit you like a bus "shit!" you whole body convulsed. "fuck she squirted." jungwoo groaned , doyoung thrusted up into you , before he came deep into your womb. "take my cum , fuck!" your body fell slack against his chest , you felt his cock softening inside you before he pulled out of you.

"good girl , you took all of us so well." he moved your hair out of your face. "gonna get you cleaned up princess , let us do all the work , just lay there and look pretty." they all go clothed again , letting you rest , jaehyun helping you bathe , while jungwoo changed the sheets , and doyoung made you guys some dinner.

"drink some water." jaehyun held the bottle , letting you drink from it. "th-thank you." your voice was sore. "good girl." after giving you your food , staying with you while you eat , they let you lay down down , your body finally relaxing against the sheets , letting you get some rest , doyoung turned the light off , and you drifted off to sleep.

they all slowly slipped into their own rooms , they forsure were never gonna forget this day.

©️LUVYENI

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[xoxogossipmal]

WTFF I HAVENT REQUESTED ANYTHING IN A WHILE BUT I DEFINITELY NEED LJKE OLDER TOM OR 2007 TOM WHICH ONE YOU LIKE BUT BUTT SHES FLIRTING WITH ONE OF THE BAND MEMBERS AND HE GETS ALL MAD AND SO ON AND ON I WANT YOI TO FINSH IT (it can literally be angry sex)

If your comfortable doing it, if not that’s okay😘

I GOT YOUUU 🙏

⯎ "Is it hot in here or it just me?" Tom Kaulitz x f. reader

warnings/content : read the request basically.... but SMUT, angry sex, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u stick it yall..), use of pet names (shatzi, liebling, engel.)*, rough-ish Tom, submissive reader, p in v.

♡ A/N : posting smut after not posting smut for 50 yrs..

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . "I'm so high in here from smoking all this weed.."

₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOU were sitting in the practice room, strumming your guitar. You groaned and sat the guitar in your lap. "Need help?" Georg said softly, smiling a little. You nodded slowly.

Tom was sitting across from you, strumming his guitar. He looked up and watched Georg walk up to you and sit down next to you. "Here, let me show you, yeah?" Georg said softly. You held the guitar and Georg placed his hand over yours, showing you how to strum the guitar carefully.

"See, you're so good at this." Georg said, removing his hand from yours. "Thank you, you're good at this too." You said, glancing at Tom for a moment before back at Georg. You smiled softly at him. "Can you, uhm, show me again? I.. forgot." You lied.

Georg chuckled and nodded, placing his hand over yours and showing you again. Tom watched you both like a hawk and his jaw clenched.

You could see Tom getting heavily jealous as he watched you and Georg. You knew he was watching you carefully and you were definitely not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.

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"Practice is over, everyone!" Bill announced, smiling. "See you tomorrow!" Everyone left, leaving only you and Tom since you were both packing up your stuff. It was silent for a while.

You finished packing up and stood up. "Y/N," Tom said. You looked over at Tom. "hmm?" You hummed. "You were flirting with Georg, weren't you?" He said, standing up and facing you.

He looked down at you and grabbed your waist. "And if I was?" You said, tilting your head a little. He leaned his face into yours and roughly gripped your waist.

"You're so fucking needy, you were just doing it to get my attention." He growled, leaning closer and closer to your face.

"Maybe I was." You said softly. He chuckled lowly and dragged you out of the room, leading you into his car.

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NSFW.

"T-tom, fuck!" You moaned out, his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. He groaned as he gripped your hips and made his pace going faster. "tom, please, oh fuck.. p-please.." You begged, gripping on to the car seat.

"mm, what's that? You need to cum?" He said. You nodded quickly and a loud moan escaped your lips. You came maybe about 3, 4 times already.

Your legs were shaking and your thighs were covered in cum and sweat. "Can't hear you, engel." He said, his hips slamming against you roughly. You felt like you were gonna pass out as he pounded into you.

"You're so.. hngh, good at this, y-yeah?" He said, moaning out as he felt your walls clench around him. "F-fuck, schatzi," You arched your back and moaned, making small "oh, oh, oh." sounds.

"m'gonna cum," You whimpered, feeling your legs shake. He groaned, making his pace go faster. You felt the familiar feeling in your lower stomach and you moaned loudly.

"m-mph, f-fuck, Tom!" You moaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "s'good for me, mein pretty girl." He cooed, thrusting into you roughly. You felt like everything was spinning and you were seeing stars from the rough pleasure.

"F-fuck, Tom!" You moaned loudly, feeling your legs shake as your orgasm washed over you. Tom slowed his pace slightly and groaned. "m'gonna cum, princess." He let out a low groan, releasing inside of you.

Tom pulled out and collapsed beside you, both of your chests rising up and down. "Did so well for me, schatz." He said softly, moving your damp hair out of your face. You were still out of breath as you sat there.

"Still Jealous?" You asked.

this is lowkey bad bye

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Glossary : schatzi, schatz - treasure , liebling - darling , engel - angel.

Taglist : @itsmealaiah

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[gemini-sensei]

This became longer than I thought it would, so CW for light choking, getting caught, threescore, bully x bullied smut, unprotected sex, spit roasting, rough sex and probably more (unedited)

Thinking about Cobra!Bully!Hawk fucking the daylights out of sweet!LaRusso!Reader in the locker room at a tournament. She's supposed to be out there cheering on her sis and dad's dojo, but instead she's getting her shit rocked while Hawk has her laid out over a bench, his hands around her neck while her pussy gushes and squelches around his fat cock.

"Look at you, my secret little play thing," he taunts, lightly squeezing her neck. "Bet your dad would be disappointed if he caught you getting fucked by a Cobra, am I right?"

She nods but barely, too lost in the roughness and the pleasure it gives her. All she can do is lay there and take it, squirming as his cock slams into her poor little cervix each time.

Suddenly the door opens and slams shut, and Hawk doesn't stop. He doesn't care that her pussy is echoing through through the once empty locker room, doesn't care that she's a moaning mess. He wants people to know what he can do to her, he wants then to know the sweet LaRusso isn't as innocent as most think.

Girlcock!Tory tlrounds the corner just to see Hawk with his gi pants just hanging off his ankle, his cock buried in the fat pussy of the LaRusso, and Reader's eyes rolling up at getting caught. It stirs her own dick in her pants and she lightly rubs herself over the fabric as she watches.

"Wow, who would have thought," she scoffs, feeling mean. She saunters up to stand over Reader, looking down at her with scornful eyes purely for the fact that Reader is Sam's sister. "Little Miss 'Stop the fighting!' likes getting her guts rearranged."

"I know right," Hawk grunts, smirking at the cutie under him as she wiggles and squirms. "Watch this."

He squeezes her neck again and Reader moans, then gasps. She reaches up to grab onto his hands, as if wanting to pull them off, but she doesn't. It's a game to her as much as it is to him. She loves it, but will never say it. Not as though she has to. Her body speaks enough for her mouth.

"Fuuuck," Tory groans.

Before long, she's shoving her own pants down and fisting her hard cock. Reader's eyes widen at the sight, mouth watering. Tory wastes no time feeding the LaRusso her cock and shoves it down her throat, uncaring in her heavy balls are pressed against Reader's face. Hawk squeezes her neck again, feeling the bulge of Tory's cock and making both ladies moan.

Then Tory is roughly fucking Reader's throat, pulling her to the edge of the bench so her head hangs off at just the right angle. She's rough and unapologetic, merciless.

At the same time, she's getting pounded by Hawk, who's muttering to himself about just how close he is. "So fucking tight for me. A fucking LaRusso all tight around my cock. Feels so fucking good, 'm gonna flood your guts. Gonna fill you up. Make You walk back out there to your dad with my load deep in your tight, fat cunt."

Reader moans and kicks her feet, unable to do much else as she lay between them, split open on their cocks from both ends. She's climbing up to her own orgasm but has no way of showing it other than kicking and flailing. Until she finally comes around his thick, fat cock as her velvet walls start squeezing him. Her back bows, her limbs fall limp, and she moans heavily around Tory's cock.

"Fuck, you want that? Fuck, I know you do. Your cunt is milking me, so I'm gonna give it to you. I'm gonna give it all to you," he grunts and slightly shifts his angle to pound into her harder. It's all wet slapping and harsh grunting. "Here it comes, LaRusso slut."

His cock throbs and his balls draw up. He slams into her a final time and starts grinding his hips against hers as he fills her cunt with torrents of cum. It's hot, spreading warmth throughout her as she feels him do it. Her walls coax every drop put of his cock and she loves it, but will never say it out loud. It isn't the first time he's utterly flooded her pussy and it certainly won't be the last.

Tory watches, grunting deeply as she watches. She's so pent up, has gone so long without a warm, wet hole to shove her dick in, she isnt far behind them. She shoves herself as far down Reader's throat as she can and comes, giving her a belly full of cum. She moans, shuts her eyes, and just let's it happen.

When she pulls out, Reader's makeup is messy. She's covered in spit and the last few drops of Tory's load. She tries to sit up, but Hawk has to ultimately hold her up, even though he's still bored in her hot, sensitive pussy. Before she can get a word out, he shushes her and she nods submissively.

"Damn, she's got a good mouth on her," Tory chuckles. She inspects the way Hawk holds Reader, like a glass doll even though he might as well have torn her to shreds; she's shaking under him, but not complaining. "I could get used to having her hang around."

At thay, Hawk glares harshly. "Feel lucky I even let you fuck her mouth. She's mine. Now go find your own girl."

Tory sneers at him as he stares her down, his venomous, brutal glare holding a promise that this was a one time thing. Reader LaRusso may have been under him, taking the pounding like a bitch, but Hawk gave it to her in a way only he could because they were a lot closer than what appeared on the surface. Out in the streets, to everyone else, they were natural enemies - he teased and taunted her after all; but in private it was a Shakespearian tale as old as time.

A LaRusso and a Cobra. Tory scoffs at the idea. In their world, it would never work.

She turns and leaves them to their own devices, as Hawk kisses Reader hard. He shows her his passion through action rather than words, because a snake can spit vemon all day long, but his heart beat solely for her. Whether her admitted it or not, she knew.

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