#high pitched moans and whimpers coming out of his bitten lips as he begs me to fuck his brains out

[ghostedwriting]

Cw: smut, bondage, overstimulation

A/N: ummmm I've never written smut before so we'll see how this goes! ♡♡♡

Sub!Gojo is not the type to be pegged when he's subbing

Sub!Gojo would rather have you tie him wrists to the bed with pretty blue silk and ride him till he can't take it anymore. Have you sitting on his dick for hours while he comes over and over again.

Sub!Gojo would have the prettiest whimpers and begs. Crying out for you to just let him fuck into you. You just feel too good and sometimes your hand isn't enough. "Please- o-oh fuck baby please! Ne- need you baby. Wanna be inside you- aahh fuck!"

Sub!Gojo wants to be praised so bad. Being called pretty boy makes him so weak for you. He wants to know he's pleasing you. And oh boy he is. His dick reaching every delicate, deep part of you.

Sub!Gojo sounds so pretty when he comes. His little high pitched whimpers and moans drive you crazy. And of course he's going to be a good boy and ask to come. "Oh fuck- s-so close! Go-ahhfuck-gonna cum! Please! Can I cum please? I've b-been so good! Please baby! Fuck-"

Sub!Gojo who's just so cute that you have to let him come. I mean look at him- blue eyes all misty and his cherry lips bitten up. Slight sweat covering his beautiful face.

Sub!Gojo is just as pretty after he comes as before he does. Face of pure bliss, eyes shut, head leaning back, mouth open taking large breaths.

Sub!Gojo who even if he's entirely fucked out and exhausted he still needs attention from you. "Cuddle me baaaby! Wanna hold you right now please." And he knows you can never say no to his pretty little pout, so you agree. Holding his warm body to yourself and lightly kissing his head till his breath evens out and he's fully asleep.

A/N: I feel like I just wrote a bunch of random shit aahh!! Anyways if you want to- like and reblog ♡♡♡

#gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo x reader #satorugojo #satoru gojo smut #sub!gojo #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

[daaydreamy]

thigh highs

summary: harry likes wearing thigh highs and it drives y/n crazy.

warnings: coarse language, smut, degradation kink, humiliation kink, pegging, choking, overstimulation

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

Y/N chuckled softly when Harry let out a shaky moan as she slowly pushed her strap-on into him. She moved slowly, letting him adjust the more she moved. She loved how Harry was already whimpery because the night was just starting. His little noises were so cute and pretty, she adored them.

“Does that feel nice?” She asked him as her lips curved up into a smile and he gulped, nodding quickly.

Her knees were digging into the soft mattress below her. Her one hand was on Harry’s hip while the other was around his neck. Harry’s back was arched a little bit, her gentle grip on his neck making him flustered. His hands were placed on his thighs, sometimes digging his nails into his skin and gripping the soft flesh there.

“Did you wear these just for me, hm?” She leaned in and spoke into his ear, her hand traveling down to his thigh. She gently gripped the soft fabric of the thigh highs he was wearing, also giving his neck a soft squeeze to make him answer verbally.

“Yes.” Harry breathed, letting his eyes fall shut. He let out a soft gasp when Y/N gently thrusted in and out of him, sinking his front teeth into his lower lip. He let out soft whimpers when she did that a couple more times, his cheeks burning in arousal. He eventually released his lower lip and let soft moans spill from his lips, tilting his head back to rest it against Y/N’s shoulder.

“Faster. Can take it.” Harry murmured and Y/N hummed, obliging. She thrusted into him faster and deeper, making him let out louder noises. She gripped his hip, digging her nails into the soft flesh there, leaving crescent moon-shaped indents onto his skin. She removed her hand from his neck and gently touched his bottom lip, admiring his features as she fucked him.

“Open.” She said and Harry parted his lips, allowing Y/N to slide her fingers between them. He closed his lips around her two fingers, whimpering softly. He sucked and licked them, making her moan softly.

“Gonna fuck you nice and good, yeah? And you’re gonna take it since you’re a little slut.” She groaned softly, thrusting into him hard and fast.

“Harder.” He choked out and Y/N wrapped her fingers around his neck once more, gripping softly.

“Where’s your manners?” She chuckled softly and Harry whimpered, his breaths coming out in soft pants.

“Please. Please fuck me harder.” He pleaded and Y/N fucked him harder, just like he wanted. She let out soft grunts and moans, relishing in the pretty sounds he would let out. She let filthy things roll off of her tongue just to see how flustered it would make him. She liked seeing his cheeks turn into a shade of pink and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“You’re such a pretty little whore.”

“Just always begging to be fucked, aren’t you?”

“You’re so fucking filthy, I love it.”

The way she would degrade him would send Harry into a spiral, and when he would reach the very end it was just pleasure, pleasure, and pleasure. He liked being her “little slut” and her “little toy” because he liked pleasing her. He liked making her feel good. He thrived off of the pleasure she gave him and it was always so dirty, so sinful.

Her deep thrusts hit all the good spots in him, and he couldn’t resist the moans and whines he would let out. He was loud, high-pitched whines leaving his wet and bitten lips. His stomach was swirling with pleasure, his orgasm slowly building up. His mind was clouded with thoughts, euphoria in every single place on his brain. His eyes were struggling to stay open, his eyelashes fluttering.

“C-can I touch?” He stuttered out.

“No. You’re gonna come from me fucking you and that’s it, understand?” She said and Harry groaned softly, his cock hard and throbbing with the need to come. He tried his best to fight off the urge to just touch himself to come but he wanted to be good for Y/N. His tip was leaking precum and he was so hard it almost felt painful.

Harry’s thighs started to tremble a little as his high slowly came closer and closer, his moans getting shakier and whinier too. He struggled to get words out of his mouth and he could barely even think straight.

“Gonna come. ‘M gonna come.” He whimpered and Y/N smiled.

“Come for me, pretty boy.”

Harry’s eyes closed tightly as pleasure washed over him, making a mess all over his thighs and stomach. He let out soft cries and whines, the pleasure only building up more and more because Y/N kept fucking him hard and fast.

•••

Harry sighed as he buried his face in the pillows beneath him. He closed his eyes, coming back down from his orgasm. He was in a daze and his tummy was still swirling deliciously.

He let out a soft whine when Y/N slowly started thrusting into him from behind again, still sensitive.

“S-sensitive.” He gasped, gripping a pillow.

“I know, my love.” Y/N said, gripping his hips as she thrusted into him, wanting to make him come again. Her thrusts were slow and deep, pulling whines and moans from the boy beneath her. She liked overstimulating him because he would be so whiny and whimpery and pouty.

“Y/N.” Harry whimpered softly.

“Shh, it’s okay. Want you to come for me one more time, can you do that for me?” She asked and Harry only nodded, moaning softly from the feeling of her filling him up. He pushed back against her, wanting more even though sensitivity was running through his entire body. He just couldn’t get enough of the pleasure and he was chasing it as fast as he could.

Y/N leaned down and pressed her chest to Harry’s back, thrusting into him slowly. She brushed his curls away from his face, seeing his face contorted in pleasure.

“You’re just my dumb little whore, aren’t you? You always think with your dumb little cock.” She chuckled softly and Harry’s cheeks grew warm.

“Say it. Say you’re my dumb little whore.” She whispered softly.

“‘M your dumb little whore.” He mumbled and Y/N gripped his hair, making him whimper.

“Louder.”

“I’m your dumb little whore.” He said louder and Y/N’s lips tugged up at the corners.

“Good boy.” She said and leaned back onto her knees, thrusting into him faster, keeping her tight grip on his hair. Her grip made his scalp sting but he liked it, he always liked the pain. Her kind of pain felt so good and pleasurable. He spread his legs a little wider, starting to get loud again because he was getting close.

Y/N used her other hand to give Harry a firm spank, then gripping the soft flesh of his ass. She gripped his ass tightly, moaning softly as she fucked him. She watched the fake cock slide in and out of him with ease, her hips snapping against his ass, creating a repetitive sound that bounced off of bedroom walls.

“C’mon, baby, want you to come for me.” She moaned softly and Harry whined.

“‘M gonna come for you.” He breathed and she hummed.

•••

“You should wear thigh highs more.” Y/N said, out of breath. She laid down beside Harry and he giggled.

“I should.” Harry murmured softly.

a/n: requests are open :)

#sub!harry #subrry #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #sub!harry x dom!reader #dom!reader #dom!y/n

[kongkhoi]

do i need to tell you again?

character: scaramouche

warnings: smut, degradation, dom scaramouche, biting, teasing, orgasm denial, blowjob, swallowing cum, hair pulling, creampie, afab reader

word count: 1.8k

a/n: not proofread, enjoy (?)

“sc-scaramouche! ah-”

you’re laying on the bed, the man above you pinning your wrists down into the plush surface. his head is in the crook of your neck, hungrily licking and sucking, marking you as his. he relishes in your sounds and in your scent, his control slipping with every noise you squeak out. he wants to take you then and there. 

it’s absolutely hypnotic to him. how sensitive you seem to be, how he can feel your hands clenching tighter, how your thighs are on the verge of shaking from desire. he wills himself to prolong the moment. extend his patience. 

after all, who knows what cute sounds you’d let out if he were to.. 

you let out a repressed squeal when he bites down into the soft flesh of your neck, leaving you panting. you try to hold back your noises, biting your lip. 

“bastard,” you manage to spit out. “that’s gonna leave a mar- nngh!”

you’re interrupted when he harshly sucks on that same spot, almost making him laugh at your sudden silence. he smugly chuckles against your skin, continuing his kisses. he trails up your now-sensitive neck, to your jawline, to the corner of your mouth. you can’t stop the mewls that spill from your lips, your mind going blank. 

he takes a second to see what’s become of you. face flushed, lips rosy and swollen, pupils blown wide, marks littering your neck. with a low growl in his throat, he licks his lips at the sight.

“already so needy. i’ve barely even started,” he teases, his voice lilting ever so slightly. it sends a shiver down your spine.

you open your mouth to respond. to deny, to retort, anything. but his lips crash into yours before you do, robbing you of whatever you had to say. his kisses are breathtaking. ravenous but reticent. rough and yet ever so slightly laced with sweetness. before long, he has your back arching and your hips desperately rolling into his--despite any of your claims to want otherwise. heat pools between your legs more and more by the second, making you crave for any kind of relief through friction. but you wouldn’t dare let him know about that.

scaramouche pulls away, meeting your eyes, loving the way your eyes look distant and hazy. smirking, he releases your hands to trail one down to your slick cunt sopping with arousal. your eyes widen at his touch, wanting to become undone with just his fingers alone, only your pride stopping you from outright begging.

“look at this, he hisses. he brings his hand into view, his fingers glistening with your slick. aware of every detail, you take a sharp breath in, entranced.

“such a slut. this wet already? i can only wonder what goes on in your head right now.” he smirks. bringing his fingers to his mouth, he slowly drags his tongue along them. he maintains eye contact, not for a moment missing any of your reactions.

the feeling in your gut tightens at that, almost making you whimper. 

with your hands now free, you flip him over with you on top. you’re freeing his cock from it’s confines when he grabs your hair and tugs, making you moan and look up at him.

“ah, ah, ah,” he reprimands.

it’s a simple gesture. yet for some reason it sets a fire within you. you want to see him cry out in pleasure and yet you obey, staying a hair’s breadth away from his angry cock. you’re eager and awaiting, even enjoying the ache his grasp on you brings.

so you feign annoyance. “what is it this time,” you grunt.

“as nice it would be to have you doing this on your own accord, i could only imagine what a view it would be if i did...this.” his grip on your hair tightens enticingly.

“open,” he commands, and you do, leaving your mouth wide open for him to use like a toy.

not wasting any time, he brings your head down onto his cock. you gag at the sudden intrusion and he lets out a low moan at the sudden tightness your throat brings. tears sting the corners of your eyes and your glare shoots daggers up at him, making the man laugh.

“it only gets rougher from here. but i’m sure you already know that, whore.”

you suck harshly on his dick in retaliation, shutting him up with a grimace.

he thrusts up into your mouth again, building up a regular pace. gagging and choking on his cock, you elicit long, drawn out moans from scaramouche. fucking his cock into you deeper, his breath hitches, his other hand tangling into your hair as well. 

you swirl your tongue around his length and groan, making him pull your mouth off of him.

breathing heavily, he demands, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“can’t handle it?” you chuckle. the spit your escaping from your mouth and the darkened blush on your face drives him crazy. before he can answer, you blow hot breath onto the tip of his cock.

eyes darkening, he grips onto your locks once again, his cock filling your mouth. the even faster pace and the lack of air makes your head spin and your vision blur.

heavy breathing fills the room as you continue to struggle for air, the man above you adoring just how tight and warm your throat is around him as his visage contorts in pleasure. the tears falling from your lust-shrouded eyes is the icing on the cake, and it’s not long after until scaramouche shoots hot cum down your throat.

he releases his grip on your hair and you pull off, wiping the tears from your cheeks. you’re finally able to breathe when he shoves you onto the bed again, your back meeting the cushiony mattress.

scaramouche positions himself between your legs, gripping your thighs so tightly it was sure to bruise. but you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t like it. after much anticipation on your end, he hauls your legs over his shoulder, and easily slips his cock into your sloppy cunt, making you cry out.

“hah, you’re not even putting up a fight anymore. has my stupid little slut finally come to her senses?”

you manage to squeak out a response.

“hm? speak up,” he sneers.

“yes!”

he raises an eyebrow and pauses. “yes, what?”

you hesitate to answer. but the way the desire pools in your stomach is more than enough to make you swallow whatever dignity you have left. anything to relieve the burning ache that only builds.

“i... i need you to fuck me, scara. please.”

“not good enough.” he begins to stroke his cock, to send a message. “if you keep this up, i’ll leave you here and get off by myself. so tell me. what do you want me to do to you?”

your throat bobs as you gulp. with a deep breath, you beg. “please. please i need you to fuck me, scaramouche. i-i’m your dumb slut and only yours, just pl- ngh! ah s-so big!-”

upon his bottoming out into you, the only thing you can do is curl your toes and throw your head back in pleasure as his cock drags so deliciously between your walls and his skillful fingers rub circles into your sensitive clit. you can only grip the bedsheets and watch with blurred vision as he thrusts deep into you.

scaramouche fucks into you and ravages you better than you ever could with those fingers and toys. almost pulling out, he rams back into your tight cunt, making you scream. “i can’t -ngh- i can’t, scara-”

“take it,” he growls in between thrusts. “you’re gonna take anything i give you, understood?” 

his head perfectly aimed at that spot you love, hitting it with every thrust makes your mind go blank. it feels so good, you can’t help but babble out incoherent “yes, thank you”s and “feels good!”s. the coil tightening in your stomach and the way you clench around his dick tells him everything he needs to know.

right before you can cum, he pulls out of you, eliciting a whine from your lips, now bitten raw and red.

“hah,” he pants. “bend over. the side of the bed. c’mon, you can do it.”

it takes a few seconds to process. “b-”

“do i have to repeat myself?”

you blush and shake your head, doing as he says. your ass now exposed, back arched, cunt dripping, you manage to comply. the lack of vision you have in the new position sends goosebumps across your skin.

he rests his hands on your hips and caresses your ass, making you shiver. he lines up his cock to your welcoming entrance, groaning at how it sucks him in so nicely. wet, hot, and tight for him, he bottoms out into you. its cruel and torturous, the pace he sets. his cock kissing your g-spot, you press into the mattress at the pleasure it gives you. but you want more. and he knows it.

“more! please,” you sob. “f-faster!”

“all you had to do was ask.”

the harsh thrusts and his fingers digging into your stomach bring you closer and closer to your high. your whimpers and moans come out higher pitched as you near your climax.

it hits powerfully, amplified by your previous denied orgasm. you near scream into the bed, your sobs muffled and your tears flowing. but he doesn’t stop there. you’re still sensitive when scaramouche bends down to whisper in your ear, “god, you’re so -nngh- so tight! does my cock feel that good? going stupid already?”

you try to respond, but can’t form the words. your tight hole clenching tighter around his cock at his venomous words.

“you like that? is that gonna make you cum? go on, then.”

your thighs have long given out, your body convulsing under him. mind screaming from the pleasure the overstimulation brings, hearing nothing but scaramouche’s voice and the sound of wet skin against skin. it’s all too much. you cum for the second time, making him groan at the feeling.

he thrusts harder into you, causing you to cry out. his voice husky and moans broken, his hips stuttering, and his legs giving out, he cums inside. the hot liquid shooting deep mixes with your own slick and cum, slowly dripping out as he pulls out of your used hole. he uses two fingers to swipe up as much as he can and stuff it back into you.

“good,” he pants.

you tilt your head to the side, face red. “mmm. good?”

he nods. he moves the stray hair away from your face and sits down, fixing your body in a more comfortable position. “yeah. we’ll sort things out in the morning.” he pulls a blanket over the two of you. “rest up.”

you sigh as you take one last look at him. “alright.”

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[portgasdacer]

Dom! Nanami: R18*

Nanami Kento/ F! Reader: Dominant Nanami, Bondage with his tie, rough sex, kind of breeding kink a little bit, spanking.

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You never thought you'd say the day that Nanami Kento killed you. Undeniably dangerous as he was, the entirety of his aggression was usually always pointed towards the curses he exercised for a living. Never would he raise a finger to an innocent human, so why was he so intent on making you suffer?

He hadn't so much as looked at you since he had gotten you in your compromising position; kneeling at his feet, entirely naked and with a vibrator working away within your cunt. Your hands were restrained behind your back with one of the ties from his extensive collection, a smooth and silky piece of material that wouldn't cause too much chafing. A small act of mercy on his part. The news paper in his hands entirely obstructed your view of his handsome features, and you were desperate for him to put the damned thing away so you could see his face. But alas, he was not relenting.

Your thighs had long since started shaking, entire body quivering with a burning need for the man in front of you. You could feel the cold and cloying wetness of sweat setting on your skin, a byproduct of your body's exertion from being denied orgasm for so long. The vibrator within you was thrumming at much too slow a tempo for it to push you off the precipice and frustrated tears were beginning to well in your eyes.

"Kento-"

You press your forehead to his knee, breaths coming and leaving in heavy puffs. There's not a single response from the man and you adjust with a whine, prickles shooting up your legs which are steadily turning numb.

"Please..."

The silence from him continues, and had you been any less depraved then you were, you'd have half a mind to make a snarky comment asking if he was deaf. You're on the verge of losing hope that you're ever going to garner any kind of acknowledgement from the man, when suddenly, the news paper in his hands is being closed and folded. He tosses it onto the small, round coffee table at his side, before finally, finally, turning those impossibly keen eyes onto your trembling form. Propping his elbow against the arm of the chair, Nanami slots his high cheekbone against his knuckle, peering down at you with a gaze that looks entirely indifferent.

A foot comes up, and your chin is suddenly being hooked onto one of his sleek dress shoes, keeping your hazy and lust-filled eyes on him.

"What is it that you want?"

A shudder runs through you at the sound of his voice. God, you'd never tire of that lazy drawl. You were sure he could sit there and recite pythagoras' theorem to you and you would still be as infinitely aroused as you are.

He rolls your chin slightly with his foot, watching intently as you try to fit your tongue and mouth around the words you want, but each and every attempt at vocalising comes out in no more than broken whines of "please." He isn't pleased with it, evidently, as he sighs and reaches back over for the paper he had only just discarded. Panic bubbles up within you then, and Nanami halts at a broken little cry of "n-no! Wait!"

His eyes are back on you, narrowed now and demanding as the toe of his shoe juts your head up sharply.

"What do you want, (y/n)?"

"You!" Your voice is high in pitch and wavering, body bowed forward towards the warmth of his legs, "you! I-I can't- I need you- please!" your voice trails into whimpered little mumbles, eyes squeezing shut in a desperate attempt to halt the tears that are quickly becoming large enough to fall in streaks down your flushed face. He's quiet again for a moment, listening to your pathetic little snivels and mewls for attention, and the dull buzz of the vibrator that hasn't given you rest for a single moment.

"Look at me."

His demand cuts through the thickening heat of the room, and your eyes open again on command, but just barely. He can see the wet glisten in them, knows that you're getting close to breaking.

"Please what?"

You heave a shaking breath at that. Know exactly what he wants, having given it to him a dozen times before. Keeping your eyes fixed on his as you wet your lips, you find your voice one more time.

"Please Sir."

He hums, considering you for a moment, before the weight of his foot withdraws from under your chin and he stands.

"Get up."

You do as he says, albeit slowly and very wobbly. Almost all of the sensation has left your legs and the painful throb of blood finally returning to the appendages makes it hard to stand on your own, nevermind the fact your hands were bound and unable to help your ascent. Your thighs clench around the toy still firmly lodged and working between them, and Nanami takes silent delight in the little tremors he can spot working their way through your body.

Again, something catches under your chin, his hand this time as he lifts your head to look at him once more, pressing a fleeting kiss to the bitten up flesh of your lips. A low murmur of, "good girl," has you thrilling, before he's catching your bound hands in one of his own, and marching you over to the adjoining dining room table, pressure at your back alerting you that he wants you bent over the thick wood. You do so eagerly, chest and cheek pressing into the solid structure uncomfortably without your hands to cushion you.

Warmth envelops your ass as he presses a hand to either cheek, spreading them to get a better look at the toy slightly protruding from your entrance.

"You're soaked," he comments, fingers accompanying his statement as he drags two digits between your folds; starting at your clit which pulses at the fleeting touch, and stopping at the end of the vibrator. You gasp as he grabs the plastic, removing it slowly from you and turning it off. Relief cuts through you as you relax somewhat against the table, tension ebbing away when you catch a moment to rest. You're vaguely aware of Nanami putting the toy on the table beside you, but you don't pay much mind as you focus on catching your breath for a moment. It is only just a moment however, when a hand makes contact with your behind again, this time as a sharp smack that rings through the room.

You're crying out before you can stop the sound, hands straining against the tie that binds them, body lurching away from the sting.

"Kento!"

"Hmm?"

Another smack. Another yelp, and you're wriggling until the hand that isn't abusing your rear comes to steady you on your hip. Your breathing stops as he leans over, and you can feel the fly on his trousers bite into your ass over his erection. The buttons of his shirt press into your back, and you only manage to find air in a gasp as his breath breezes past your ear.

"Try again."

You're not doing well tonight, you realise. This is the second time you've failed to use his title without him asking, and you imagine that his patience with the matter is swiftly running out. You attempt damage control by whining the honorific out to him, pushing back on your toes and pressing into the hard-on he's sporting. His breath catches for a moment, and then he's swiftly removing himself from you.

"Ordinarily, I'd have you begging until you remember who it is you're addressing," he rumbles and your heart springs into a rapid flutter when the tell-tale sound of his belt coming undone rings through the room, quickly followed by his zipper. You could've sobbed when the head of his cock slides against your lower lips, maybe you do, your brain feels so unaware to anything other than the way his tip bumps over your clit. One of his hands snags your own, keeping them pinned to your back with a firm grip on where the tie stretches between your wrists, his other coming back to rest on your hip once more. And then, he's sneering, "but I think I've kept you waiting long enough."

The sensation of Nanami sliding his cock into you is a feeling you can only describe through a wrecked moan, your toes curling and digging into the polished tile floor. His answering groan seems to come right from the depths of his chest, and you wished once more that you could see his face, but he seems intent on depriving you of that pleasure tonight. The walls of your pussy cling to him eagerly, sucking him in as he bottoms out and you vaguely register the cold metal of his belt buckle against your thigh.

"God, you feel good, love."

The praise is hissed between clenched teeth, and you can do little more than mewl in response as he starts slowly rocking his hips. The languid drag of his cock has you wanting to purr, but not more than the low grunts that punctuate the air every time he sinks his dick back into your waiting warmth. He builds a slow but steady tempo, the smacking of his hips against your ass rhythmic.

Your walls are over sensitive from the vibrator, and you begin to quickly feel the sparks of release buzz between your legs. You want to tell him. Between the satisfied keens and sobs you let out, you try, but they quickly drown out between the sounds of your depravity until all too suddenly, your orgasm hits. Your body seizes as you cum, another loud cry leaving you as it thrums through you and you're left shaking like a leaf against the table. You don't realise Nanami has stopped his movement until your head returns from the clouds, and you think he might be displeased with you for a moment, until he starts to move again.

A squeal tears itself from you as he fucks into you at a pace far more punishing than he had been previously, quickly driving you into overstimulation. His voice is at your ear again, a low growl of, "you're going to cum again for me," and then he's leaning back again, tugging your hips back into every forward drive of his cock. You're entirely incoherent now, babbling dumbly through the pleasure that makes your body burn up, and he matches every single sound with a sneer of his own.

"You're going to take my cum, do you understand? I'm going to fill that little cunt up."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good girl."

Your climax hits for the second time, and just like he had before, he continues to fuck you through it. You're on the verge of asking him to stop, that it's too much now and you can feel the restrained tears soaking down onto the table, feel the obscene wetness dripping down your thighs, when his pace falters. The exhale he gives is rough and staggered as he swaps his brutal fucking to grind his cock into you in slow pulses, and then, halting entirely as his load paints your insides white. He hisses as his orgasm hits, the grip he has on your bound hands deadly, groin pressed taught into your behind. He stays like that for a few moments, seated snugly inside you until you feel his release begin to leak.

You're still, panting and boneless as his orgasm dispels, eyes closed and exhausted. There's a quiet whine as he pulls out and rights his trousers, but you don't move at all until he's tugging you up carefully against his chest, working the tie off from around your hands. He doesn't collect the fabric, simply let's it pool on the floor. He turns you to face him.

"Are you okay?"

His low voice is barely above a mumble, fingers now gentle as they brush against your cheek, wiping away the path your pleasured tears had made. You respond with a hum and affirmative nod, smiling in a haze against his lips as he kisses you.

"Can you get to bed on your own?" He asks softly, and it's almost as if the question brings awareness of your legs back to you. They ache. Terribly, and you can feel how weak they are, but they should manage to get you to bed before they pack it in for the day. You give him confirmation, and he smiles somewhat.

"I'll clean up here. You get to bed, and I'll join you shortly with a snack and something to drink. If you'd like a bath, you need only tell me and I'll run one for you. I'll give your shoulders and arms a rub too. They were positioned oddly for quite a while."

His insistence makes your body warm and you nod again, indulging in another kiss with the man, before he sends you off with a hand on your back and an utterance of his affection. A statement that you gladly return.

#nanami kento #x reader #reader #reader insert #smut

[whoreforhotch]

Punishing sub!Hotch by for cumming without permission by riding him with a cock ring until he is begging. You go over the edge and get off of him. You bring your hand down to his cock and he thinks your finally going to give him release instead you stroke him lightly and say “if only you had behaved, you could have what you want so badly. Now maybe I’ll make you wait until tomorrow.” He whimpers as you whisper in his ear,“Should I make you go to bed hard?”You torture him more 1st but let him cum

Trying New Things

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), sub!hotch, light choking, praise, gentle aftercare.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Authors Note: Pure, filthy smut. Started off a small blurb to answer the ask but then I got carried away haha. Literally no story line lol i’m sorry.

“Good boy,” you praised him, “You’re not close, are you?”

Your hand moved along his length at a delicious pace and you watched as he crumbled below you. He whimpered and bucked his hips, eyes fluttering closed.

“Answer me, Aaron.” He bit his lip and nodded, “I-I can’t hold it.”

You tutted and kissed his lips lightly, “Oh sure you can, sweetie..”

He whines softly and gripped the sheets, “I-I can’t..”

Speeding up your hand, you groaned quietly and nipped at his neck, “Don’t.”

Melting into a puddle of moans, Aaron couldn’t hold back and his orgasm crashed over him. His back arched and you cursed under your breath, “Couldn’t even handle my hand without cumming.”

He blushed deeply as he came down and apologized profusely, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- I-I’m sorry.”

You got off him and he sat up, brows tieing together shamefully. Aaron watched as you fumbled through your bedside drawer and mumbled a “shut up” at him.

Finding the cock ring in your drawer, you crawled back onto the bed over him and his heart raced at the sight of it, “Is that-”, you nodded, “Yep.”

You sat on his thighs and pinched his belly lightly, making him jump, “Bad boys get punished.”

He whines softly as you grabbed his already hardening cock and teased his tip with the ring. Leaning over him, you got close to his ear and nipped at his pulse point.

Aaron moaned softly and you pulled away, “You remember your safe word?”

He nodded softly and gulped as you sat back on his thighs again, biting your lip as you slowly pushed the ring over his cock. Hardening in your hand, you squeezed him a little and he let out a pained moan.

“Pretty boy.. Can’t even handle a handjob,” you hissed and he whined.

Raising your hips, you ran your folds over him, grinding against him and marking his chest up possessively. Aaron moaned out and his head fell back, jaw slack as he hardened and the cock ring tightened.

Lining up with him, you sunk down onto him and he cried out, the pressure making him feel like he was gonna burst. Kissing down his jaw, you started moving and he whimpered your name, “P-Please it’s too much.”

You sped up and tugged on his bottom lip, “It wasn’t too much when you disobeyed me.”

Lips parting, he moaned out and you held yourself up on his chest, groaning softly as his tip hit your sweet spot, “Mmh so good.”

Aaron watched as you practically used him for your pleasure and reached to touch you, forgetting that his hands were tied with his own tie. He mewled softly and you wrapped a hand around his throat, “Dirty boy.. You’re enjoying this arent you?”

He shook his head and tried stop the moans coming from him, the tension in his cock building as the pain grew a little worse. You swiped your thumb over his quivering bottom lip, bouncing on top of him at the perfect rhythm.

His length dragged along your walls, hitting ever spot you wanted. Letting your hand fall to your clit, you began rubbing tight circles and squeezed around him, feeling yourself inch closer. Looking down at him, you moaned as you saw his needy eyes and within seconds you came crashing down on him.

Aaron whined softly as he watched you fall apart, mumbling to himself about how good you look like that. You smiled as you relaxed and kept him inside you, leaning over and giving him a soft kiss, running your finger along his sharp jaw.

When you pulled away his lips chased yours and you teased him, “Needy boy..”

He blushed and looked down as you climbed off of him, sitting back beside him and running your hand down his strong torso. He bit his lip as you passed his length and caressed his soft thighs, feeling him shake and twitch a little.

Kissing over his bruised chest, you lightly stroked his cock and he moaned highly, “Please~”

You tutted at him and removed your hand, sitting back on your palms, “If only you had behaved,” you ran your nails along his side, “You could have what you want so badly.”

Aaron’s eyes were shut with need, his lips plump and bitten, neck and chest littered with your markings, “Now maybe I’ll make you wait until tomorrow..”

He squeezed his thighs at the idea and whimpered as you tugged at his earlobe with your teeth, “Should I make you go to bed hard baby?”

He shook his head inched his lips up to you, fighting against the restraints, “No please Y/N, I’ll be good. I-I swear!”

You chuckled as your big burly FBI agent begged you to fuck him, looking all needy and desperate for your touch. Considering your options, you ran your fingers through his hair and he whimpered at the feeling of the ring around him, “Please I’m so hard it hurts..”

Pursing your lips, you cooed to him, “Oh my baby.. It hurts? Then why don’t I help you, yeah?”

You mocked him a little and he whimpered with embarassment, nodding softly. Running your hand from his lower stomach to you his cock, you grasped it gently and began pumping him ruthlessly.

The moans that fell from his lips were high pitched and breathy, laced with appreciation and guilt. You swiped your thumb over his head and he whined, hips bucking accidentally.

“Tell me how this feels baby,” you whispered next to his ear, kissing down his jaw slowly.

Aaron stuttered to find the words he needed, his breath faltering as your hand focused on his tip, “So g-good.”

You smiled at how much he was submitting to you and how nice he looked with his arms tied up, cock trapped in that ring and cheeks flushed with arousal. He was getting closer fast, his hips bucking and thighs clenching as his moans grew higher in pitch.

Speeding up your hand, you tugged on his bottom lip playfully before abruptly pulling away right when he was about to cum. Aaron gasped out and his jaw fell open with a pained whine, legs thrashing a little bit at the feeling.

“Shh, you’re okay bub,” You ran your fingers through his hair and pet his cheek lovingly, “You’re doing so good, earning back my trust.”

His eyes watered with frustration and you hushed him gently as his lips reached for you to kiss him, “My poor boy.”

Kissing him softly, you smiled against his lips when he moaned at the contact, his whole body covered in goosebumps. Running a hand across his tummy, you looked up at him, “What is it baby?”

Aaron felt like his whole body was on fire, every one of your touches lit him up and left a burning trail, “I don’t think I’ll last another- another round.”

Fluffing up his hair endearingly, you give him a kiss, “Okay baby I’ll see what I can do,” you winked.

A small grin pulled at his lips and he tried not to focus on his angry, red cock paining him. Crawling over him again, you sat on his hips, pressing his cock down and pulling a moan out of him. You kissed down his chest, running your tongue along his nipples and smiling when he twitches suddenly.

His head fell back and he breathed out heavily, eyes closed and his lip pulled between his teeth. Grinding against him slowly, you squeezed his biceps with a hum.

Aaron lifted his head up and gave you those needy eyes of his, “Y/N please.. I can’t take it any more.”

Rubbing his sides affectionately, you nodded and kissed him passionately, “Okay bub.”

Lifting yourself up off of him, you lined him up with you and slowly sunk down onto him, biting your lip when he moaned out thankfully.

“Oh- Oh god..” He groaned and you leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss and beginning to move on him.

Aaron let out the prettiest moans you had ever heard coming from him and you groaned softly at the sound as his head fell back with a whine. Speeding up, you grabbed his jaw possessively so he’d look at you and kiss him hungrily.

The cold of the ring against your clit was exilerating and you mewled each time you sunk down, scratching along his chest. You wanted this to be the biggest, most explosive orgasm he ever experienced, since it was your first time playing so hard with him.

Pressing your chest to his, you slowed your hips and rolled them against him, making sure he got real deep and squeezed around him. He licked his lips and whimpered as your nipples dragged along his chest, your mouth creating several new marks high on his neck.

“Sweet boy..” You moaned breathily and he shivered at the name, “You’re just gonna love coming to work with all those pretty marks all over you, yeah?”

Aaron blushed and nodded quickly, the idea of people knowing he’s yours exilerating him in the moment, “M-more..”

Your brows raised at his words and you bit your lip, speeding up your hips once again and smiling when he thanks you quietly. Panting quietly, you could feel him inching closer, he really was trying to hold it as best as he could.

Leaning down and kissing him quickly, you wrapped your hand around his throat again and squeezed harder then before, whispering to him softly, “Let go, baby.”

He opened his eyes expectantly and you nodded as you tried to contain yourself, your pussy clenching around him as you climbed to the edge.

“I-I’m gonna-” Aaron whimpered and you pressed your forehead to his, watching as his jaw fell slack and he cried out desperately.

His hips convulsed erratically as he covered your walls, his body practically shaking as he rode his high. The sounds he made pushed you over the edge and you clenched around him, milking him of everything he had and clinging to his chest desperately.

Burying your head in his neck, you groaned as you relaxed, his cock sheathed inside you as you panted to yourself. You lifted your head from his neck after a moment and found him breathing deeply, his blushed cheeks streaked with tears and fluster.

You cupped Aaron’s cheek gently, “You okay?” He nodded softly and laughed to himself.

“Amazing,” he chuckled and you wiped his tears away, kissing him lovingly and starting a trail of gentle kisses down his neck and chest, soothing the marks you made all over him.

When you were done, you got up off of him very gently and rubbed his thigh affectionately, “I’m gonna take it off now, okay bub? It might sting a little.”

He nodded and hissed to himself as you took it off him carefully, putting it to the side and moving to undo his hands from his tie. The air was calm and silent as Aaron tried not to drift to sleep, his body exhausted.

You got off the bed and found some soft rags and lotion, cleaning him up gently and spreading lotion all over his neck and chest, and just a little on his cock so he wouldn’t have any discomfort. You slipped some boxers up his legs and laid down with him, kissing his forehead and pulling him close.

Smiling to yourself as his long lashes fluttered, you brushed his hair away from his face and kissed him gently, “Tired?”

He smiled sleepily and nodded, “Exhausted.” You grinned and stroked his cheek with your thumb, “I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby.”

Shifting a little bit to see you better, he mumbled, “Enjoyed doesn’t even cover it, Y/N.”

You blushed a little and pinched his cheek affectionately, “Well who knew my big strong FBI hunk had such a subby alter-ego?”

It was Aaron’s turn to blush this time and you giggled softly, leaning to give him another kiss. He hummed against your lips before resting his head on your chest and cuddling into you.

“Get some rest baby,” You whispered, “Because next time I want to show you my vibrator.”

He went red and drifted to sleep with that thought on his mind.

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[d-nghy-ck]

Silk

Pairing: Haechan/Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Genre: smut, praising, swearing, wet humping, unprotected sex, aggressively desperate grunty Hyuck, physically Dom!Haechan but mentally Switch!Hyuck

Summary: Tight jeans and silk adorn a masterpiece; on-stage a collected performer, off-stage a responsive and eager lover. As soon as the stage lights dim, he's desperate for your affirmations. 

Word Count: 2k

The front door slams shut and clothes are fisted as Haechan has you backed against the wall in your dim apartment, the sight of his dance performance at tonight's show blazed into your eyelids and your ears ringing with the last echoes of the venue. The stroll home through the streets illuminated in city lights proved to be more than frustrating, the heels of his shoes clicking across pavement in time with your rapid heartbeat as you watched his determined profile, wishing more than anything that his hand firmly clasping yours ran elsewhere along your body. 

Frantically toying with the buttons on his black silk shirt in the dark, light switch forgotten, your lips are stolen as he pulls your jaw upward. Fingers pressing into the nape of your neck, he leads you into a deep kiss, wet with tongue and firm with urgency. Finally, you release the last button and your hands roam the expanse of damp skin along his front, from his plush chest down to his fuzzy warm tummy. He breaks his lips away from yours to pull down your tight skirt until you shimmy it off, his warm mouth sucking at your inner thigh, his tongue drawing designs across your skin as he fumbles with your boots. You grab him by the collar of his shirt in order to urge him upwards again, only to be met with a devilish little grin from below before he kisses the tiny bow on your lingerie and moves his way upward. Frantically fingering the waistline of his tight black jeans, your hands are tantalizingly close to the hardness beneath the fabric straining at the seams. 

"You looked so, so good on stage tonight." Roaming hands, rough shoves, and hot skin leave sensations in the darkness. "Couldn't take my eyes off you." 

"You think I looked good? Really?" He's breathless, his hands at your waist running up your body to find solace in the roots of your hair, twisting and tangling. "Me?"

A passing car shines headlights through the window of your apartment, briefly revealing the glimmer of his hooded eyes gazing down on you. Your hand at his tummy rubs in circles, his happy trail and smooth skin creating textures beneath your knuckles as other restless fingertips dip into the valleys of his collarbones. When you palm his hardness through the rough fabric, his lips slide off yours, uncentered, dragging saliva across your cheek, a groan rumbling within his bare chest beneath your hand. The tranquility of the still, quiet late night hours allow his gasps and bitten whines to permeate the silence. He's a masterpiece, on-stage a collected performer, off-stage a responsive and eager lover. 

You speak in rushed gasps as his grip on your waist threatens suffocation. "All I've been thinking about all night is wanting you all over me." 

Thoughts of you craving him sends a fog over his vision and a rush in his blood. The percussive tap of your nail against the teeth of his zipper sends electric shocks coursing through him, jolting him into action to unzip himself and peel back his jeans and boxers just enough to release his cock from its confines. He strokes himself, his eyes swimming, distributing precum along his length before sinking his fingertips into your sides and lifting you up the wall, your shocked yelp cut short by his lips on yours. His hand slides along your thigh as your legs wrap around his waist, his hips pressing firmly into yours to pin you to the wall. You gasp aloud around his mouth as he adjusts you higher, angling so that his hardness presses right against the wetness of your lingerie, the friction setting your nerves alight. 

As he ruts roughly against you, he fills the space between you with heated grunts. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you grip him for stability, fighting against gravity. Your arms slip on the silk of his shirt, grasping the fabric, and he heaves you up the wall again. His forehead presses to yours, his voice hesitant. "Do you... do you want me?" He gulps and thrusts. "Tell me you want me."

"Yes, yes, I want you, only you." In response his hips falter and his cock twitches against the lace of your lingerie. Again you slip against his silk shirt and hurriedly slide your fingers beneath his collar to run your hands down his back, seeking better traction, the sensation of his damp muscles compounding on the brush of silk across your arms. Between the elusive texture of the fabric around you and his sweat-slicked, tense muscles, you can barely keep a hold of this man who is fluidity personified. The clutching of your fingertips and digging of your nails into the broadness of his shoulders urges him to heave you upward again until finally you are perched atop his hips against the wall, stable and safe, welcoming his warm embrace. 

The improved angle allows for him to reach his hand around your thigh to move your lingerie to the side, sliding his length along your folds, the glide coursing waves of bliss through both of you. The head of his cock repeatedly presses into your clit at an even, steady pace that has you floating and whining. "Hyuck, please, more." He removes himself from the crook of your neck to look you straight in the eyes, sincerity and devotion adorning his features as another car passes, shrouding his glistening features and patchy stage makeup in dim dancing shadows. The intent of his gaze is an inquiry, verifying that you are truly his and that the sight before his eyes of your flushed cheeks, cascading hair, and begging mouth is truly real. 

"Hyuck," at the needy tone of your voice, his cock grinds against your folds again, "Hyuck, I want you," and again, "Please, I've been waiting so long," and again, "Hyu-" and your plea turns into a choked whimper as he pushes his head into your heat, agonizingly slowly. His breathing is labored, his arms flexed, his eyes fierce with determination. Your warmth and wetness surrounding him has him tense and quivering before he relinquishes his own self-control and begins to pump into you with strong, sure strokes. For every movement, he shoves you up and down the wall, your hair mussing and clumping against the surface.

Only he can fuck you this way, the ability of a dancer to hold you steady and upright with his broad shoulders, but also snap his hips into you with isolated precision, his fluid torso flexing rhythmically with unmatched stamina. For every thrust, every slight movement, the silky fabric of his shirt slides down his shoulders in languid fragments, slowly revealing his lean back muscles into which you dig your fingertips. The silky fabric collects at his elbows and around your feet hooked behind his back, swaying through the air with the rhythm he sets. 

Tossing his head back, he lets out a high-pitched whine, his hair bouncing with movement, and you're inspired to grasp the strands of his bangs and pull them back. With furrowed eyebrows and spit-stained lips, he soundlessly mouths out, "Feels so good," and opens his eyes enough to take in your appearance before him, the visual of you open and desperate for him sending him higher. "I- I need you to look all f-fucked-out and pretty for me," He stumbles over his words as he tries to maintain control of the situation, but he's slowly coming undone and his nerves start to sing. "Can you do that for me?" With each motive thrust, your grip in his hair clenches and he releases short open-mouthed gasps. 

Your hand sifts through his locks until you have a firm purchase on the meat of his jaw, turning his head to the side to murmur in his ear, "You already had me wet two hours ago at the venue." Eyes opening in surprise, he attempts to turn back with an inquisitive look, hips stuttering, but you continue to hold his jaw in place. "You looked so fucking good up there." His vulnerable eyes glimmer as he soaks in every word. "So confident, so handsome. God, you're so perfect." You continue to whisper loving encouragement and praise in his ear until he's weak at the knees. The sinful noises he releases are in reaction to your words more than the feel of you surrounding him, the warm moist air between you cut by his high whimpers and whines. Every syllable you speak lifts his ego higher. 

His adrenaline spikes with the motivation of your breathless praise and encouragements, decorated with satisfied moans. If only you knew, he thought, exactly how much you drive him crazy. The lustful, aggressive body language of the motion of his hips is a stark contrast to his heartfelt eyes and adoration; his hips release pent-up kinetic energy while his eyes search for greater relief in your blissful expressions. So very eager for your affection, he is astonished and elated by your desire for him. An oncoming surge of overwhelming emotion overtakes him, plummeting him into a realm of mindlessly seeking his own high, getting off at the sheer thought of being loved. 

Testosterone courses through his system, dissolving him into a grunting and groaning feisty mess. Sweat beads at his hairline as his fingertips grasp at your thighs, but in all of his damp fervor, your legs begin to slide down his skin and give out from their grasp around him. He swiftly clutches the underside of your thigh in order to open you wider against the wall, sourcing unknown strength for a dancer used and spent by the stage. Your shirt snags behind you, revealing a breast into the darkness of the open air, and Hyuck wastes no time in attaching his plump lips to the soft flesh, sucking a trail through the valley of your chest up to your neck. He nips and sucks at your skin with unbridled fervor, and you can't find it within you to hold back your cracked moans. The new angle of your leg pinned up by his strong hands has you climbing toward your peak, but the final blow comes in the form of his gaze meeting yours, his eyes searing with unmatched confidence and power to behold. You come in a flurry of lust, releasing around him as he continues to drive into you with steady strength. 

He's so attractive like this, aggressively desperate, eagerly seeking his peak, instinctively grasping at your skin anywhere and everywhere he can. Your fucked-out expression and gasps for air have him craving release, inspired by the notion of being your pride. As he approaches his climax, his whines and cries become sharper, hoarser, louder. The bridge of his nose crinkles as he breathes through bared teeth, eyebrows furrowing in concentration and eyes shut tight. His body snaps as he drives out the ride of his orgasm, arms shaking with exertion and nose pressing into your cheek. As his cock throbs with each shot of his cum, his whimpers and gasps are muffled into your temple, lips sliding along your ear. 

Taking a moment to float back down to reality, he slowly pulls out and lowers you down one leg at a time. Regarding your disheveled appearance and trembling hands, he holds you as you adjust your wobbly balance. He finds you endearing like this, he thinks, as he watches you study the placement of your feet alongside his boots, your fingers twisting into the moist silk covering his arms in an attempt to gain stability. Returning to your temple, he sinks his nose into your hair and breathes in with deep shaking breaths, running his fingers through the messy locks and holding you closely. Your sweet scent calms him into a state of serenity and his breathing evens. Lifting your eyes, you study his expression in the dark: messy hair, smeared makeup, and bitten red lips. Despite it, he is pure gentility, vulnerable tenderness, and as another car shines their passing lights across your apartment, his expression softens into warm adoration, a smile forming on his lips. 

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[sweetwritertanya]

Peaches

Summary: You and Jimin share an erotic session that involves blindfolds and handcuffs… on him.

Warnings: this is absolute SMUT from beginning to end! Beware of the filthy following: swearing, erotic body touching, sub! Jimin, dom! reader, orgasm denial (male), multiple orgasms (female), praising (male receiving), thigh riding, cowgirl position, unprotected sex, blindfolded sex, handcuffed sex, safe words, just a tiny hint of sadism/masochism.

Word Count: 2513

Your favorite song was playing. The smirk on your face could barely be concealed, not that it mattered when the only other person in the room was unable to see you.

The cutest stuttering moans harmoniously filled the otherwise silent bedroom, your precious Jimin fisting the silk sheets beneath his hands, baring the torturous pleasure of your wondering hands across his soft skin. The indescribable feeling was only enhanced by the fact that he was entirely blindfolded.

“What did I say about moaning too loud, Jimin?” Your authoritarian voice demanded to know as he lets out a louder groan when your fingernails scrapped down his exposed chest.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet” his high-pitched breathy tone promised. You weren’t sure if he would be able to keep his promise, since you were sure he would promise you just about anything right now. You didn’t really want him to, anyway; punishing him was way too much fun.

The top to bottom completely nude boy was currently laying on his back, on top of the queen-sized bed, the one he made himself with fresh new sheets. When you saw the beautiful bedding he chose, you knew he was hoping for something tonight. And you didn’t disappoint.

You were still mostly dressed, the only thing you had removed was your t-shirt, staying in your filled-out lace bra. With your bulky legs on either side of his lean hips, you were straddling him while your hands teased with butterfly touches across his muscles, curling the few pubic hairs in your fingers near his stiff shaft, sometimes leaning down and catching him completely by surprise when your tongue lapped at his skin.

“Y-Y/N!” He was barely able to vocalize as your mouth sucked on his pulse point at the side of his neck.

“Yeah? Do you want something?” His big gulp was enough answer. “What do you want? Maybe I’ll take pity on you and grant you a wish.”

“I… I want to touch your tits” he confessed in a low whine, his hands clutching the sheets harder, knuckles turning white.

Your smile grew.

“Is that so? Well, let’s do this” you decide as your digits draw random curves above his abdominal muscles, tensing hard under your touch. “I’ll let you touch them if you can guess my bra’s color.”

The blindfolded boy pouted as he released a childish whine, for he was not allowed to see your underwear before this whole endeavor started.

“You have three chances” you added.

He bites his lower plump lip in indecision and you can tell he is frowning under the large black blindfold. To hurry it up, you brush your fingers down his abs, just missing the erect member splattered on his lower belly by a hair, proud when it twitched in response.

“Black!” he finally guesses, suddenly.

“Nope. Two more chances.”

Jimin is definitely holding back his groan of disappointment. It doesn’t take him as long to voice his second choice in impatience, growing a bit desperate with the will to touch you, something you forbid him to do until you said otherwise. He was always pretty obedient in the beginning, but you also knew it wouldn’t take long for his restrain to crack and give in to his lustful needs.

“Beige!”

“You mean a nude color? Sorry, babe, but no.” He releases a breath of absolute frustration. “You only have one more guess.”

“Y/N, please” he all but begs and you see his hands slowly inching closer to your legs, struggling to keep from touching you.

“I’ll give you a hint” you declare, in compassion for his state. “It’s your favorite set on me.”

“Red!” he instantly shouts out, a bit too loud but you forgive him.

“Lucky boy” you compliment, and his juicy pink lips spread in a pleased smile.

Your hands go behind your back and quickly unclasp your bra, letting it fall on top of him just so he knows it was off, before shoving it away. His tongue darts out to moisture his lips and you take his hands to place them on top of your now nude chest. A gratified sigh leaves him as you let go and allow him to play as he wanted. The first pinch of his index finger and thumbs around your nipples make you arch your back towards his touch and you praise him as he goes.

“Good boy. That feels so good, keep going.”

He just shivers and whimpers at your approving words, and you gasp in surprise when he suddenly sits up and takes one puckered nipple into his mouth and laps on it while he keeps squeezing and kneading at your other one. Your right hands clasps at the back of his neck, grabbing roughly at his soft hair, the other clawing at his bicep.  

You keep him there until you feel your nipples bruised and oversensitive, your core flooded with the need for him. When you had enough, you push him by the shoulders back to the bed with force, huffing with condemnation.

“I don’t remember telling you that you could use your mouth, babe” you say in a threatening voice. “That’s gonna cost you.”

“I- Y/N, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry” he starts, moving his hands blindly to reach your plush hips, but you grab his wrists and pin them down on the bed.

“You know what happens when you misbehave, don’t you? You better stay right here until I come back, don’t move a muscle” you order, swinging your legs away from him and getting off the bed. He whines at the lost of your weight over his thighs, but stays silent for he knows you won’t like it if he complains too much.

You came back and a slight jingle echoes in the room. Jimin swallows heavily because he knows exactly what you’re holding in your hands.

No words are needed as you grasp his right wrist and cuff it in the black furry handcuffs to the bed’s headboard, following suit with the left hand too. Jimin’s hands are completely bounded, he could not move them more than a few inches in the small space the handcuffs permitted.

What takes him by surprise is not the use of the handcuffs, but rather the fact that when you climb back on top of his masculine thighs, you are completely naked. Jimin feels your slick warmth against his right leg and it drives him so crazy he hisses loudly and pulls at the handcuffs only to have his hands restricted of movement despite his will.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he gasps, arching his spine slightly.

“Only if you behave, babe” you declare, placing your palms on his torso, playing with his hard nipples too and grinding on his flexing thigh, giving yourself some much-needed relief. “You know you won’t get to fuck me if you don’t do exactly as I say, don’t you?”

“Whatever you say, I’ll do whatever you say!” he vowed through clenching teeth. Your essence was drenching his leg and the crown of his cock was beginning to leak from the overly red tip.

“Then keep the muscles of your thighs clenched until I’m done” you order.

Doing as you say, the muscle you were grinding on tenses up and it’s the perfect shape for you to rub yourself against it, opening your folds and instigating your throbbing clit against his skin. Your pussy was already so wet from teasing him so much and hearing his whiny breathy moans that his thigh clearly glistened under the low-lit table-lights because of your juices covering it.

When you pick up your pace, the tension in your core growing impossibly tighter and demanding for some sort of relief, Jimin’s whole body contracts and he can’t help the way his hips thrust slightly up, in a futile hope of getting some relief himself. The motion makes his leg press harder unexpectedly against your cluster of nerves and your moan silently as your move your hips quicker and soon your insides clench and waves of pleasure make your body spasm with every swell of absolute bless.

“Fuck, fuck! I wish I could see how pretty you look, Y/N!”

Jimin does his best to keep his thigh flexed as you haven’t told him to relax it yet. You give yourself a few moments to come down from your high before smiling as you look down at the blindfolded flushed boy beneath you. Leaning down, you press your breasts against his chest as you kiss his mouth, long and deep and just a bit sloppy both because of his overpowering hunger and your own impatience, wanting to hurry and get to the good part.

You whirl your tongue around his and suck as you lean back, enticing a guttural roar from the back of his throat. He struggles with the handcuffs when you move back to a sitting position, probably wanting to hold you still, pressed against him.

“Now, now! I said to stop doing that. You are leaving marks on our pretty headboard, Jimin!” you admonish, frowning and actually checking to see if the handcuffs had bitten the varnished wood.

“Sorry, couldn’t stop myself” he apologizes.

“Not good enough. Someone is going to suffer a little longer.”

The mixture of a whimper and a wail that escapes his lips almost makes it worth it if he does ruin the beautiful bed.

Pulling yourself slightly up a bit more, you focus your stare on his face as you slide your tender and hot slit against his hard as diamond cock. He almost chokes and you chuckle. Your fingers run around his chest as you continue stroking on him, rubbing your sensitive entrance back and forth on his throbbing length. Jimin is a stuttering mess, finally getting some relief for himself. His hips are moving in sync with yours and he hisses when he feels like he could cum just from this.

“Can’t cum until I tell you to” you remind him.

“Y-Y/N!” He can’t seem to verbalize anything else other than your name.

When you lift your hips and remove your touch from him, he almost cries with agony. But instead, your left hand reaches for the back of his head and pulls the blindfold out of his eyes.

“Look” you instruct.

Jimin’s small eyes are incredibly dark and hooded with unmeasurable desire, a bit confused by what you mean until you take his manhood in your hand and position him at your entrance.

Your eyes are locked on his while his wide ones stare at your bodies slowly joining together as your lower your hips down on him, taking him fully inside.

The moan that flees him as he throws his head back and his cuffed hands turn into fists is absolute filth for your ears. You can’t help the small noise of satisfaction that leaves you too at the feeling of him filling you up. Your inner walls clenched around him in a welcome, pleasure multiplying at having him finally in.

Something that barely sounds like your name leaves in a heavy exhale from Jimin’s open lips, when you lift your hips up only to go back down. For his merit, Jimin does his best to keep the rhythm as slow as you want, barely raising his pelvis when you slam down on him. But you were fed up with teasing and wanted to just catch your second climax too.

Your hands leave his skin to instead grab your own tits, twitching and pulling your own sensitive nipples, sending electric sparks to your core as you bounced up and down on him quicker and quicker. The sound of slapping skin, the bed rocking and heavy breaths and moans fill the room.

“F-Fuck! C-can’t- Y/N!”

“Don’t! Not yet, don’t come yet!” Your order sounds more like a suffocating plead since you were feeling your body sprung with renewed tension and getting closer and closer to the edge with every movement of your hips on him.

Throwing your head back, keeping your hands busy on your chest and going as fast as you can, Jimin is forced to keep his eyes closed to stop himself from cumming at the vision of your plentiful body rapidly jiggling on top of him. Instead, he prays for you to reach your orgasm quick so he can climax too. So, he begins moving his hips to meet yours in the same frantic rhythm you had set, making the tip of his cock kiss the deep spot at the end of your wet tunnel that has you screaming, each upward thrust slapping your protruding clit at the same time.

It doesn’t take long for your moan to get caught in your throat, lips open but no sound coming out as pure pleasure crashes down on you, every muscle on your body clenching heavily before electric sparks spread across your veins and reach your nerve-ends, turning your body to jelly. You are breathing heavily and still feeling your skin scorching from the inside when Jimin’s muffled whimpers catch your attention.

He was closing his eyes shut so tightly they almost disappeared behind his eyebrows, face so flushed red that it reminded you of the lingerie you were wearing earlier on, biting his lips so hard you wondered if blood was drawn. You realize he was trying very hard not to cum.

You grab the key on the bedside table and lean over him without letting him slip out to undo his handcuffs and freeing his hands. Keeping your chest pressed against him, you peck at his lips before speaking.

“You can cum now, babe” you allow.

He releases the breath he had been holding and grasps your hips with iron strength as he pistons himself into you only a handful of times, deep and quick, your oversensitive walls making you moan, finally getting to finish inside and flooding your chalice with his essence. He grunts deeply at the last thrust and his mouth makes a cute “o” shape before he breaths again and opens his eyes with a smile on his face.

“You were great, Jimin” you compliment, leaning down and catching his lips for a sweet kiss before sliding to his side.

Worry overtakes you as you pull his arms, analyzing closely his red wrists and pouting as you look up at him, eyebrows pulled together.

“It bruised. Why didn’t you say it was hurting, Jimin?”

He actually giggles, pulling you closer and enveloping you in a tight hug, hiding his face in your hair and responding in a whisper against your ear.

“I didn’t really realize it was hurting, baby. I was more so focused on the pleasure side of things.”

You hum with a smile in your lips and closing your eyes, leaning in to this hug.

“Good. But tell me if I ever hurt you when we do this next time, alright? Promise me” you demanded against his shoulder.

“No worries, baby. Peaches, remember?” he says, referring to the safe word you both had come up with previously.

“Peaches” you remember.

#bts chubby reader #bts chubby!reader #chubby reader #bts x chubby reader #chubby!reader #BTS jimin #jimin #jimin fanfic #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jimin x reader #jimin x you #jimin smut #bts smut #kpop smut #kpop plus size #plus size reader #smut #kpop chubby reader

[blueeyedrichie]

15 and/or 21 from the prompt list 🥺 for reddie pls 🥺 like 🥺 oral 🥺🥺🥺😁

15. “Just a little more.” & 21. “You’re so wet.” from this prompt list

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“Richie.”

Richie’s only response is a chuckle, which Eddie feels vibrate all over his skin.

It’s been one of those days - where Richie is feeling especially evil, apparently, and has been teasing Eddie since the moment they woke up this morning.

Eddie’s perfectly sound slumber had been interrupted by Richie’s mouth on his, and it was only seconds after he was fully awake that Richie’s mouth found it’s way between his legs, licking and teasing over his cock.

And just as Eddie spread his legs, inviting him to continue, Richie stopped.

The entire day has been winks and lingering touches and Richie’s mouth nipping at Eddie’s neck and jaw and earlobe, driving him absolutely batshit until he finally gives in and begs Richie to just fucking do something. To which Richie grins, because that’s exactly what he’s been wanting the whole time.

Eddie doesn’t know when Richie figured out the exact formula to destroy Eddie’s resolve anytime he wants, but it’s bullshit.

Even if he absolutely loves it.

“Richie, come on.”

“Just relax, kitten.”

Richie’s mouth is on his neck, leaving hot, slow kisses against every bit of skin there. There’s sweat beading on Eddie’s hairline already, and his cock aches between his legs, where it’s been at moderate levels of hardness the entire day.

“Why do you want to torture me?”

Richie chuckles again, this time against Eddie’s chest, right before he licks over his nipple.

“Why do you love it so much?”

Eddie moans, tangling his fingers so deeply into Richie’s hair he can feel the warmth of his scalp against his fingertips.

He knows exactly what Richie is doing.

It’s been a while since Richie has really marked him up. He always leaves little love bites on his chest and bruises on his hips, but sometimes he really likes to let himself get carried away. 

“Fuck- Richie, fuck,” Eddie gasps as Richie’s teeth press into his nipple, his lips moving to suck roughly just above his heart before trailing his way down Eddie’s abdomen with his tongue.

“God, I fucking love your body, Eddie,” Richie groans, sucking another bruise just under Eddie’s ribcage, his long fingers pressing into the spaces in between them as he pulls off with a pop. 

Eddie’s cheeks blaze red as he pulls at Richie’s curls, his thighs spreading wider the further Richie gets down his body, and he wonders just how much begging it would take for Richie to give him what he wants.

The thing is, Richie is already giving him exactly what he wants. 

Because Eddie knows exactly what he’s been doing, too.

He’s been giving Richie that look. The one that says how come you haven’t bruised me up lately? How is anyone supposed to know I belong to you?

They just can’t help challenging each other sometimes.

Richie’s mouth slides down to the juncture of Eddie’s thigh and pelvis. He presses his face into the thin skin there, the barely there stubble on his jaw sending hot sparks up Eddie’s spine, his hands pressing against Richie’s head as he lifts his hips, feeling his skin bloom red under the harsh touch.

Then it’s his lips again, sucking roughly there as if it’ll be harder to mark, despite being one of the most sensitive places on Eddie’s body.

“Richie- Rich, please. Please.”

“Just a little more.”

Eddie tosses his head back, gnawing on his bottom lip as Richie’s tongue leaves a hot line down his inner thigh. His large hands slip under each of Eddie’s knees to hold his legs apart as he sucks on his skin, his teeth pressing into it to draw a choked cry from deep within Eddie’s chest.

His whole body is shaking, and Eddie whimpers when he looks down to see Richie’s dark eyes staring up at him.

“So good, Richie,” he gasps, licking over his own lips in tandem with Richie, who switches to his opposite thigh and wastes no time biting a mark into the meat of it.

Eddie’s cloudy mind shuts off for a while then, dropping back against the pillows as Richie continues biting searing bruises into Eddie’s skin until there’s a soft, pleasant buzz emanating over his entire body. It’s only when he doesn’t feel his mouth anymore that he lifts his head, finding Richie staring at him hungrily.

“Rich…”

“Look at you,” Richie coos, smirking up at him. Eddie lets out a frustrated sound, untangling the fingers of his right hand from inside the mess of Richie’s curls to push some away from his forehead so he can look directly into his dark eyes. “You’re so wet.”

Eddie’s eyes fall to his own cock then. It glistens in the lamplight, and the sight of it has his blush bleeding down to his chest. Another drop of precome escapes his slit and trails its way down his shaft. He twitches under Richie’s dark gaze, and Richie chuckles again.

“You gonna come before I even get my mouth on you?”

“You’ve had your mouth on me this whole time.”

“So you’ve had enough then?”

Eddie whines, arching his hips in a desperate attempt to get Richie to give him what he needs.

“No, no. Rich- please, I just- I need it. can you just-”

He cuts himself off with a surprised gasp when Richie’s mouth takes him entirely in one motion, the head of him grazing the back of Richie’s throat as his hips buck up into the heat of his mouth.

Eddie’s hips stay shaking in the air until Richie’s hands press them back down into the mattress. He hollows his cheeks and sucks hard around Eddie’s cock, and the noises he makes in response are high pitched and incoherent, his fingers pulling harshly where they’ve wrapped Richie’s curls around them once again.

His belly is already swirling rapidly, and he’s just on the brink of what he’s been waiting for all day.

Richie pulls back, lapping at the head of his leaking cock with the tip of his tongue just before Eddie comes, and Eddie drops one hand to clutch at the sheets until his knuckles turn ghostly white with the ache of his impending orgasm.

“Rich- Richie please, fucking- fuck- please, Richie,” he cries, this time with actual tears streaming down his face.

Richie looks up at him with mock innocence, his hands smoothing over Eddie’s bitten thighs before he sucks him all the way into his mouth again, and Eddie lets out something just short of a scream as he comes hot down Richie’s throat, his cock pulsing against his tongue. Richie moans around him, his tongue teasing against the underside, keeping Eddie warm in his mouth until he goes soft.

He’s barely even pulled off of him when Eddie hears another chuckle rumbling in Richie’s chest, and he narrows his eyes at him. 

“Is something funny to you?”

“I just love when you get so desperate, it’s cute.”

Eddie stares into Richie’s twinkling eyes for another moment before he sits up, pressing Richie down against the mattress with his hands on his shoulders. The twinkle darkens then, and Eddie licks his lips as he slides down between Richie’s legs.

He wraps one hand around Richie, and Richie’s laughter is replaced by eager moans the moment Eddie presses a chaste kiss to the head of his hard cock.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #minors dni

[readysetstarker]

KINKTOBER DAY 6: UPSKIRT/SEMI-PUBLIC SEX

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so a lil birdie told me a few weeks ago that @starkerchemistry‘s bday is today, and i promised her a very pornful fic as a gift! sorry, it’s so late, my dear, but work took priority today. hopefully, i’m still on time in w/e timezone you live in. chems is one of the first starker blogs i ever ran into on this site, and was one of the first people i followed when i joined! i’m so honored to be able to give her something today. happy bday, chems!! 😊😊😊😊

warnings: peter is an adult. crossdressing, cheating, dubious consent turned consensual, anal plugs, anal fingering, semi-public sex

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Peter was grateful for how easily the Avengers had taken to him wearing more feminine clothing around the Tower. There had been a few questions here and there about his gender, his presentation, all of it respectful and toeing a line Peter never drew himself. Interactions differed between each Avenger, but Thor had asked him nothing. His mentions of Peter’s clothing were mostly compliments, commending him for how well-dressed he was when he wore a bright red chiffon skirt and baggy blue tee to dinner one night.

His main concern had been when he caught Tony staring at him in the lab once, looking equal parts shocked and… something else. Something Peter had seen on his boyfriend’s face a long time ago when he wore a black lace number in bed when they first started dating. But it was quickly replaced with a smirk and a nonchalant shrug.

“Wear whatever the fuck you want, kid,” Tony had told him when Peter asked if his clothing bothered him. “As long as you wear your suit in the field and do what’s asked of you, what you wear in your downtime is your business, and no one else's.”

And nothing more had been said, beyond Wanda offering him some of her own clothes when she went through her closet. He really liked the dresses and coats she gave him, although they had needed some tailoring to fit properly. The first time he had worn one of her scarlet skirts, he couldn’t help twirling around in it.

He even sent a picture of himself in it to his boyfriend, but the response was lukewarm: a simple message of “cute”, encapsulated in a bubble of green. Peter tried not to let it bother him when he saw it, curled up in a pink plaid skirt and his old Midtown High sweatshirt. He had a black fleece blanket thrown across his legs because of the short hem, and he didn’t want to flash anyone during their movie.

(That, and he didn’t want anyone seeing the half-mast erection pushing the fabric of his skirt up. The black plug he had pushed into himself was pressing against that sweet spot inside of him every time he so much as breathed, and he was trying his best to will the ache away while hiding it from view. He had plans to swing by his boyfriend’s place after this and didn’t want them to waste any time with prepping.)

Sam had chosen the movie tonight, an old action flick that Tony swore up and down was not a Christmas film, just because it takes place on December 25. Peter laughed and licked butter and cheddar popcorn flavoring from his fingertips while the two bickered until Natasha shushed them, and Peter silently checked his phone for another response from his boyfriend.

  <<It’s pretty, right? I can just imagine you fucking me in it, hiked all the way up to my hips while I’m bent over the kitchen counter.

Peter chewed on his lip and checked the room around him. Everyone was too preoccupied with the movie to notice him texting. He waited (im)patiently for a response, excited to see what his boyfriend would say to that. The excitement died when his phone buzzed, and he opened up their text conversation.

  >>That’s a lot of fabric in that skirt, though. And having sex in the kitchen isn’t exactly sanitary. Besides, my mom’s over for the weekend, so maybe we could try meeting up next week.

That made Peter’s chest tighten.

  <<For the ENTIRE weekend? It’s our two-year anniversary tomorrow! We have dinner reservations at that new bistro and a hotel room off the coast. Remember?

  >>Oh, is that this weekend? I must have forgotten.

Peter breathed out heavy and long, eyes aching from the need to cry. He grit his teeth and punched in a heated response that he knew he’d regret in the morning.

No one said anything when he pushed the blanket off of himself and retreated to the kitchen. He decided to make his own bowl of popcorn, something to help drown the anger filling his chest. His phone buzzed again from the couch, but he ignored it in favor of perusing the cabinets for popcorn bags. If Thor used them all up  again …

“Hey, kid,” a voice started. Peter turned away from the pantry as Tony was shushed by three people from the living room, and he put a hand up in apology before moving to stand in front of the counter and lean back on it. “You, uh, you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine,” Peter lied. “Why do you ask?”

“Accidentally read your boyfriend’s text when your phone went off. Didn’t meant to snoop, sorry.” Tony held the mentioned device out to him, but Peter just shook his head, and it ended up on the counter. “You want to talk about it?”

“No, I’m fine.” Peter moved to the counter and checked the text Tony had seen. A half-hearted apology followed by an accusation that Peter was just looking for a fight. Peter swiped it away with his finger. “We’re probably going to break up, anyways. Been a long time coming.”

He didn’t see Tony wince but the sympathetic hiss from between the man’s teeth was heard.

Tony’s hand was warm on his back where it laid between his shoulder blades, slipping down just an inch. He pushed off the counter and moved to Peter’s side. His touch was comforting, and Peter could feel the tension melting from his shoulders at his mentor’s touch.

“Well, I’m sorry either way. Break ups always suck.”

Tony’s hand rubbed slow circles into his back. Peter relaxed more into it. From where he was standing, he could still see the movie blaring on Tony’s large flat screen, and the others were too entranced by it to even notice they were gone. He was also pretty sure Bruce had stolen his blanket at some point.

“He won’t know what he’s missing once you’re gone,” Tony said, voice pitched low as his hand began slipping down.

Peter didn’t really register what his words meant until he could feel the gentle brushing of Tony’s hands on the swell of his ass. His breath hitched.

Was Tony really doing what he thought he was doing?

No, Peter thought, Tony’s hand just accidentally touched him when he pulled away. He had definitely pulled his hand away and just happened to bump into Peter. That’s what happened, right?

Wrong, apparently.

Peter had to bite back a yelp when he felt Tony’s hand brushing up beneath the hem of his skirt. His fingertips traced just under the swell of his ass. Peter’s teeth nearly drew blood at the realization that Tony—his mentor—was feeling him up from beneath his skirt. It sent a thrilling shock down his spine. He whimpered and quickly clapped a hand over his mouth.

Tony hissed in his ear, a gentle encouragement to be quiet, before his entire hand slipped beneath Peter’s skirt and cupped his ass. The curve of his cheek fit perfectly against Tony’s palm, and the hard squeeze he gave it made Peter want to moan. He bit into the flesh of his hand to resist it.

Should this be happening? Should he let this continue? He was so much stronger than Tony, could easily turn around and throw the man across the room if he wanted to.

Tony’s fingers stroking along the curve of his ass sealed it. No, he didn’t want to throw Tony through a wall. He wanted his mentor to keep touching him, spark a fire between his legs that, if he was being honest, hadn’t been tended to in far too long. He had missed someone finding him attractive in his new clothing and touching him like this. And to have Tony Stark of all people wanting their hands on him?

His legs separated subconsciously when he felt Tony’s fingers drift down to stroke the back of his sac cradled gently in the pair of white briefs underneath his skirt. Peter struggled not to moan as Tony’s fingers ran up the slit between his cheeks, until they found the flared base of the plug nestled inside of him. The noise Tony made at its discovery kicked up his heartbeat.

Tony played with it through the thin fabric of Peter’s underwear, turned it and pressed in until Peter squeaked; the sound, thankfully, was covered up by an explosion on the screen.

Lips pressed into the back of his neck as a hand curled around the one covering his mouth, Tony’s breath hot against his skin. Peter’s shuddered as Tony slipped his fingers past the hem and stroked the smooth skin around the plug’s base. Peter was sure his knees were knocking together hard enough to make noise, but none of the others seemed any wiser to what was happening behind them. The two hands around his mouth help muffle his moan when Tony’s fingers wrapped around the base and gave it a gentle tug.

“God, baby,” Tony whispered in his ear. He sounded so wrecked, it made Peter’s cock stir. “He really didn’t deserve you, fucking look at this. Makes me want to feel inside you, baby boy. Get my fingers in there and make you squirm.”

Peter would have bitten his lip if he could, would have gotten on his knees and begged him to. He missed this, missed someone finding him so desirable they couldn’t keep their hands off him, even with company not even fifty feet away.

Unable to speak, he just nodded. Tony chuckled.

“You want that, Petey? Want me to fuck you with my fingers?” Tony’s voice sent shivers down his spine, his skin tingling all the way down to his feet. Peter nodded again. His eyes clenched shut as Tony gave it a harder tug and pulled the flare of the plug against his rim. “Oh, honey, I’ve got you. Gonna treat you right, but you gotta be quiet. I don’t like sharing.”

Arousal hit Peter so hard he almost choked. I don’t like sharing. The words echoed over in his head as Tony pulled at the plug again, twisting it until the largest part was pulled past the tight ring of his entrance, and Peter mewled quietly against his and Tony’s hand. He went up on his toes, hips jerking, and the head of his cock brushed against the side of the counter. He could feel how wet the front of his underwear was, wondered if he had leaked all the way through to his skirt.

Tony’s lips pressed against the back of his neck again, open-mouthed kisses tracing patterns across his skin while Tony pulled the rest of the plug out. He let it fall to the floor. The sound of it was covered up by gunfire. Peter clenched around the emptiness inside of him, barely hearing Tony’s praise of how cute his hole was.

He didn’t have time to complain about being empty, as two of Tony’s fingers slid into him. The lube was still wet and sticky, making the penetration easy, and god, did Peter squirm. Tony hadn’t done anything to him yet, but he was already rocking his hips back against Tony’s hand and palming at himself from underneath the counter. He was rock hard in his hand and his underwear was soaked.

Tony pumped his fingers in a few times. He did so slowly, working them through the slick inside of Peter’s hole, and then he crooked his fingers and pressed against Peter’s prostate. He thrust his fingers into it, didn’t let up, not until Peter was on his toes and arching against the counter. He moaned, quietly, in between their fingers. His cock leaked more into his underwear.

Peter’s toes nearly curled into floor. Tony chuckled in his ear, retracted his fingers, only to slide in three.

“You’re goddamn gorgeous like this, Pete,” he said in the boy’s ear, teeth grazing the shell and pinching the skin behind it.

Peter just moved his hips against Tony’s hand. The man’s voice, his words, right in his ear, made Peter’s head spin and his eyes roll back. He was so close, embarrassingly soon, and he didn’t want Tony to stop. He wanted to keep rocking back against the fingers in his ass, even with the rest of their team sitting only a few feet away.

Tony had other ideas. He was relentless in prodding Peter’s prostate. His touch turned just the right shade of rough, and his fingers dug into the meat of Peter’s cheek when he got louder, unable to contain little noises of pleasure and muffled pleas. Tony forced him closer to the counter.

The feeling of his mentor’s hard cock against the back of his thigh was what sent Peter over the edge. With a squeak into his palm and his legs going taut, Peter came into his fist, hips jerking and hole squeezing over Tony’s fingers. Tony helped him ride it out and teased his twitching rim after removing his fingers.

Peter leaned his weight against the counter and tried to catch his breath. He whimpered when Tony pulled away and replaced his fingers with the plug he had dropped earlier. His rim was raw and twitched around the rubber bulb as Tony pushed it back inside. Tony gave it a quick press in and laughed at Peter’s overstimulated whine. Peter's thighs shook so hard he was sure that he would end up on the floor if he tried to walk out.

Tony kissed the back of his neck again. “Come find me later, once the movie’s over. I’d love to see Wanda’s old skirt hiked up those pretty hips of yours.”

Peter couldn’t hold back his gasp when Tony took hold of his hips and ground his hard-on between Peter’s cheeks.

And then Tony was gone, returning to the couch as though he hadn’t just fingered Peter so good that he made walking impossible. Peter could see him reach for the blanket, probably to help hide the erection he didn’t take care of while he was still behind the counter. One word from him, and Peter knew he would have gladly sunk to his knees for his mentor, would have let him use his throat as well.

With trembling hands, Peter reached for his phone.

  <<Don’t worry about this weekend. I’ll be spending it with someone who can appreciate having me all to themselves.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #nff #kinktober 2019 #my work

[amara-scott]

You will give in first.

Movie: Avengers (non-specific) Characters: Loki x Reader Categories: NSFW, a little fluff, honestly just pure smut

A/N: Okay so this is probably the closest thing to pure smut I’ve ever written and will write. I usually feel uncomfortable but honestly, the past few weeks in quarantine made me do things. I don't know. I hope you enjoy. (And I guess Tumblr doesn't like gifs of nakey Tom Hiddleston, so I have to publish this again.)

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He holds my leg close, pulling and tugging as he pleases while devouring me, loving my skin with bites and kisses, inching his way to my core. I am a whimpering mess already, closing my eyes, not knowing if I would last any longer if I glance at his dark, messy curls one more time.

I shift around, wanting him to be closer and run my fingers through his curls. His eyes meet mine, I feel and see him smirking against my inner thigh. “Something the matter, love?” He hovers over the now love-bitten, bruised part of my thigh and keeps staring at me. I can’t look away, the wild ocean in his eyes is too intoxicating, pulling me deeper by the second.

“I can’t hear you” He then says, my brows furrow and as he crawls back up, kissing his way to my cheek, “do you need anything?” He is teasing me, faking his concerned look and strokes my reddened cheek, his fingers dancing across, making my goosebumps visible.

“I need you, Loki.” I whisper, glancing at his lips. They curl up and a chuckle leaves them. He grows closer, his hot breath meeting my staggered one.

His right finger and thumb push up my chin up to meet his eyes, noses touching barely, my whole body feeling numb as he straddles me to the soft bed.

“What was that?” He asks, his breath smelling of the wine we drank earlier to dinner and the chocolate dessert after. My eyes flutter shut and I take a breath,  he really wants me to yell it and now I’m a wriggling mess underneath him. I always am. He just does that to me.

When I open my eyes he’s not moved an inch and I bite my lip, wanting to connect them to his– but he draws back a bit, smirking again. “Let me hear you first.” He adds. He dips lower again and his tongue is at my bottom lip, running along the edge. My lips part and I can’t handle the heat anymore. I fist the sheets in both hands at my sides and gulp before staring back at him.

“I need you, Loki.” My voice is stronger than I thought but the only thing I receive is another chuckle. He draws back, the ocean in his eyes now a pitch black sea.

“Make me believe you.” Is the only thing he says and I sit up further, not able to hold back any longer. He sits up as I do and I push him off, straddling him instead. I kiss his bare shoulder and travel up to his neck, biting like he did. I get a couple moans out of him and keep making my way up. All the while my hands dig into his arms, running along his chest and down his tight abdomen and back up.

As I reach the corner of his mouth with my lips I stop and decide to not give into him. He’ll be the one to kiss me first tonight. I travel down and keep my eyes locked with his. He’s holding himself back but for now it doesn’t seem too much of a struggle. Not yet.

As I reach his abs he gulps and I know I’m close. I undo his pants, my fingers working slowly. I connect my lips with the now exposed part bit by bit, only gently kissing, nibbling. Then I go back up, still working on his pants but my lips now next to his ear, placing a soft kiss below. “I can’t hear you Loki, do you want me to keep going?” I ask mockingly, biting my lip to keep myself from grinning too big. I slide my right hand into his openend pants and massage the bulge that’s already growing. He’s trying to keep calm, I can see it when I draw back and look into his eyes.

I pull the thin golden sleeves of my dress down my shoulders, exposing my neck to him and watch him struggle to sit still. I want to reach the few buttons at the back of my dress but can’t undo them. I glance up at Loki through my lashes and see his strong hands tightly grabbing onto his thighs.

“Loki, would you mind helping me?” I ask, sitting myself back into his lap as he draws in a breath through the nose, watching me like his prey. I guide his hands to my back and start rocking back and forth on his lap, slowly, cautiously. He helps me, gently undoing each button and the tips of his fingers linger on the skin there. When it’s all opened up, he’s running them up and down my spine, nearly tickling me. Our eyes haven’t left each other’s yet and I wonder if I should just give in and kiss him or– no, he will be the weak one tonight.

I leave his lap, sitting back where I was before as his hands fall down beside him. His member looks painfully tight and still wrapped in his undergarments. I slide my dress down further until my chest is exposed and he gulps, watching the skin and the roundness of my breasts. When the dress reaches my waist I want to get up to my knees but he has a different plan.

He comes closer and pushes me back, lifting my hips off the bed and pulls the fabric off of me, leaving me fully exposed to him. He rids himself off his pants and briefs, sighing and growling as he gives all his attention to my breasts. Kneading, biting, kissing, licking. I expect bruises in the morning.

“Someone is a little impatient, huh?” I get out, breathing heavily. He stares up at me, coming up to my face.

“You will be the one squirming and begging at the end. Your lips will find mine sooner.” He smirks and then tells me to roll over. I oblige and can’t help and stick my bum out to him. I feel empty and ready for him, my core and thighs already coated in my own fluids.

His hands push me back down, a huff leaving my lips at the force. I don’t dare look back and hold onto the pillow tightly. He’s straddling the back of my upper thighs, his hands still on my bum. Then he draws one hand back and I already squeeze my eyes shut, expecting a hard slap. And that’s what I get. I yelp, wanting to move but I’m trapped.

I prepare for another blow but his fingers carrels my sore skin first. When the second slap echoes through the room I moan, my wet core pouring now. He switches sides every now and then, getting rougher and slowing back down. After a few more, a couple tears run down my face but the pleasure is too high to worry about any pain.

I flinch when he places his hands back on my bum, hissing as he leans forward and starts kissing down my back. He pushes my legs up and pulls a pillow underneath, to keep my butt sticking out to him. His sinful lips reach my left cheek and I whimper at the contact. I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to suffocate myself on the pillow. With a long lick of his flat tongue against my core I moan loudly, not worried if anyone would hear us.

His hands hold my hips like they are keeping him alive and his tongue explores my deepest desire, filling me with pleasure. I don't know for how long he keeps up his pace but soon the sensation is gone and cold air hits my sensitive parts. I sigh, blinking my eyes open and try to glance behind me. He's standing on his knees, jerking his member and watching my opening. His brows are furrowed and lips parted, concentrated on what he desires most in that moment. The view makes me moan and I want to pleasure myself too but I don't get the chance–

with force he pushes inside of me, stretching my warm folds. I gasp, losing my breath afterwards as he starts moving at a quick pace. I hold onto anything I can reach but nothing seems to be able to hold me back from what's about to happen. I push my face into the pillow and moan loudly.

His hands leave my hips and tangle in my hair, pulling me up and holding me to his chest. His other hand coming up around me and squeezing my breast, his lips at the nape on my neck, grunting and huffing as he keeps snapping his hips. I bite my lip, rolling my head back, gasping as he hits a spot that pushes me over the edge. I pull at his hand but he's holding me tightly, not seeming to let go anytime soon. And he doesn’t slow down, just keeps going at high speed. My sensitivity reaches its peak but it fades again.

“You’re so tight around me.” He grunts and pushes me back down to the bed, leaning over me, his hands by my head. I feel him struggling to keep up his pace as his breathing grows heavier and with a few more thrusts he stills in me, spilling all he has into me. The warm fluids running down my leg and onto the sheets. He keeps thrusting lazily, stopping every now and then to kiss my shoulder blade or telling me how much he loves me. I grow warm and smile, turning my face to the side to meet his eyes. They are back to normal, still cloudy but clear. I lean up and he kisses the side of my temple, his hands running up and down my back.

When he finally pulls out I whine, feeling cold and empty now. I turn to the side and watch him kneeling there, looking down at me. I turn and get on my hands and knees, seeing as he is hardening once again. The stamina on him is incredible. Sometimes even too much. But right now I need him. He still didn't kiss me. I wonder why he is so good at holding back. And also why did I not give in yet?

My lips close around the tip as I hold his shaft in my hand. I tease him with the tip of my tongue and he visibly grows frustrated, taking my hair once more and guiding me at his desired pace. I try to look up at him as he leans his head back, moaning. His Adams apple boring as he swallows. My hands run up his body, digging my nails into his skin gently as I pull them back down and repeat that.

“You’re so good.” He moans and I know he is close by the way he's speeding up, making me tear up in return. I hold onto his sides, trying to push away the urge to gag or worse. He is gritting his teeth, his hair sweaty and sticking to his skin, my legs nearly tremble at the sight of this handsome man. And a second later he cums down my throat, making me cough but I swallow, waiting for him to finish, taking every last drop. When he's done, he pulls out and leans over to take my head into his hands, kissing my forehead, still breathing heavily. I wipe at my mouth, staring up into his eyes as he pulls back and that's what apparently does it for him. He lunges forward, pushing me onto my back and kissing me with force, stroking strands of hair out of his face.

I enjoy the silence, the only sound our breathing and sticking skin. And for the rest of the night we are tangled, warming each other and whispering sweet nothings to each other.

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[steamracha]

{warnings: dom!reader, sub!seungmin, mommy kink, degradation, edging, orgasm denial}

[11:46pm] "fuck!" you certainly don't expect to be greeted with a long, drawn out moan when you enter your otherwise silent apartment after an exhausting day at work- but hey, you're not complaining.

the familiar lewd noises grow louder and louder as you near the bedroom and you feel curiosity pooling in your gut, making a dull ache form in the space between your legs. you enter the room as silently as possible, slipping in past the doorway to set down your bag and drink in hungrily the sight before you.

your boyfriend's bare body lays splayed deliciously across the mattress, his tear-filled eyes screwed shut and cock hard between his hands, red and angry looking.

a smile plays on your lips as you watch seungmin twist his slick fingers with desperation and let out another whine, completely oblivious to his new audience. a sliver of drool dribbles carelessly from the corner of his cherry-like bitten lips while he unconsciously moans out a fucked out "mommy", and that's all it takes for you to snap, eyes dark and sparkling with mischief.

you certainly don't regret interrupting his next weak moan, making him freeze, cheeks burning and teary eyes fluttering open, unfocused and glazed over.

"enjoying yourself are we, angel?"

your tone is dangerous and he blinks and tries hard to scramble up, only slip pathetically back onto the covers with a small groan. whatever whimpering pleas he tries to excuse himself with falls on deaf ears as you take a couple of rapid steps forward, moving on top of the boy and caging his frozen figure in. from the closeness of your bodies, you can easily see the way droplets of sweat are beginning to glisten along his temples and notice the tempting curve of his adam's apple as he swallows, eyes shining from tears, blown wide with fear and unadulterated lust.

at his meaningless mumbling, you scowl, bringing up your denim-covered knee to press harshly between his thighs, rubbing against his swollen tip and along his length. "answer when you're spoken to, baby use your words. you don't want to make mommy even more mad, do you?"

he gulps, cheeks flushed as he struggles to speak, a choked whine bubbling at his lips. "no- no, mommy, please, i'm sorry!" his eyes are half-shut in his pleasured state, glittering with tears and prompting you to move further away teasing him.

"baby's been bad, 'm sorry, please mommy, please, I just- i need you, so bad!" he whines in earnest now, frustrated at the lack of contact and thrusting his hips upwards to rut against you in a desperate attempt to meet your teasing, fleeting touches. a split second later, he realises his mistake, causing his his eyes to fly open, tears now streaming down his pink cheeks. "hngh , wait-!"

but it's too late. you waste no time in moving away, like flinching from the hot splash of oil against your skin, features instantly turning stony with disappointment written all across your face. it's almost as though invisible electricity is crackling in the dimly lit room, tension growing thick as you stare him down with a bitterly disapproving glare.

"you just couldn't contain yourself, could you, you desperate little whore?"

he knows he's messed up when you use the degrading term, but can't help but swallow and press his legs together in arousal anyway. you're enjoying yourself immensely, if the gradual dampening of your ruined panties is anything to go by, but you continue to watch him with an angry, calculated gaze.

"my stupid little cumslut just couldn't wait for mommy to come home, you had to go and break mommy's rules." you tut, pressing your foot without mercy to his throbbing erection, making him hiss softly, expression twisting with pleasurable pain. he knows that he just has to say a little word to get you to stop your ministrations, but he's enjoying this far too much to do anything but moan his filthiest moan.

"i was going to let you off, make you cum in the way only i can, but you had to be a dumb fucking brat as well, didn't you?"

a sharp slap echoes through the room and seungmin’s thigh flares with pain that sends jolts up to his poor leaking cock, which twitches, untouched. you snicker, amused that he's so eager, so sensitive even while receiving stinging pain to his responsive body.

"you're such a naughty little baby today, minnie. what should i do with you, hmm?" you pretend to think, pressing harder and listening to his loud whimpers. "answer me, slut, what do you want me to do with you? you know you don't deserve anything from mommy. i should just not touch you for the next month, would you like that, would that teach you a lesson?"

seungmin cries out at the increased pressure on his aching dick and violently shakes his head, yearning for more, for anything. he whines like a pathetic pup, sobbing. "mo-mommy, sorry mommy, fuck, i'll be good, momma! i've been such a bad slut, just couldn't stop thinking about you."

"oh?" you laugh darkly, bending down to wrap your hands around him and twist it deftly around the base of his leaking cock, "what were you thinking of, slut?"

he can't help but squirm at your endless touches, gasping. "was thinking about- ahh- about mommy's hands, oh, mommy's hands around- around my throat, choking me like her desperate whore, your fingers in my mouth- ah, mommy you feel so good, mhmm, oh my god- your hands and mouth around me, on my pathetic cock, making me feel so good."

he sobs harder now, a line drool leaking down his chin. you take your free hand to run your fingers up his arched torso, taking your time to skim the dips of his chest and gently press against the swell of his neck. he can't help but quietly let out a muffled moan at that- interesting, you think, storing that piece of information away for later.

you use your thumb to smear the drool along his bottom lip, rubbing it in before pushing your digit past his eager, red lips. he sucks pliantly on it and you insert your middle and index fingers, roughly pushing in and out as he swirls his tongue around you, collecting his spit on them.

seungmin whines lowly from the back of his throat when you pull them out with a slick, sinfully wet sound, only to moan out once you run that hand along his twitching dick, smearing the spit with his precum and using it to jerk him off at a vicious speed.

a string of curses and moans leave his lips, mind lost in the overwhelming pleasure you're giving him. between his mindless exclamations, he cries out praise for you, letting you know that his mommy feels so good, nobody can make him feel as good as his mommy, on and on until he's a tongue-tied mess.

his babbles are high-pitched and whiny making you groan at his arousing words, a coil of insatiable heat twisting inside of you. you know he's close already, what with his leaking, red cock and scrunched up features.

"is my greedy baby close? do you want to be a good little slut and cum for mommy?" He nods eagerly at your cooing, soft, pleased gasps escaping his mouth. he’s so wrecked for you, so, so good, and you know for a fact that it's already too much for him. "will you be a good baby boy and let go for me, yeah? how does that sound, baby? i need to hear words now, come on."

fingers twisting in the sheets, his voice is getting higher and louder, but neither of you can find any concern for your poor neighbours right now, too lost in each others sounds and needs. just a little more.

you twist and tug, turn your fingers and flick your wrist with expert precision, getting him closer and closer, but not letting him get his long-awaited release.

seungmin is fucked out and panting heavily with tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as he tries his hardest to find the words, to string together the right letters to get his sweet, delicious end. "ple-please, please mommy! hngh, ohh, please, fuck, let me cum, please-!"

just as the rolling crescendo of waves rocking his body approach, burning him up and searing his insides, finally allowing his worn body to get what he has been dying to feel, the gushing tidal wave of pleasure that signals his end, an end to the desperate ache and the snapping of the twisted coil of arousal that has been building steadily inside of him, making him cry out- all of a sudden, he feels it disappear as quickly as it had arrived.

seungmin yells in frustration, hiccuping and sobbing again once he realises what has happened. you've removed your hands, choosing to squeeze tightly at his base instead, not allowing him to cum at all. he feels his high slip away, replaced by a more needy ache than before that makes him cry harder, thrashing against your hold.

his head rolls back, hips bucking against thin air to get some sort of friction, failing miserably. "please…" you push him down, frowning and stroking one of his thighs with a sadistic sort of caress, pout playing at your lips. "come on, minnie, you know better than this." your tone drips with hunger, making seungmin gasp with want, with need.

"you really thought i'd let you cum after you disobeyed mommy like that?" tutting once again, you make quick work of stripping and swing your legs so you sit, panting and straddling one of his muscular thighs.

"no, of course i won't let you off that easily. you deserve a punishment baby, and i hope you know that you're not cumming tonight until you're begging and screaming for me to touch you." seungmin groans weakly as you begin moving forward and backwards on his flexing leg, pressing your lips to the junction of his neck and shoulder, biting bruises onto the canvas of his skin.

"now, i think it's finally mommy's turn to feel good, don't you think so, slut?"

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[rogerinathehystericalqueen]

idk if you still want a smutty prompt but i’d love to see like a full pegging roger imagine, he begs for it, he goes absolutely wild and is like crying with pleasure and his moans oh god and then he rewards the f!reader

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT, cursing.

Word count: 1,984 (my hand slipped)

Roger didn’t mean for you to find it. In fact, he had no idea how he was going to tell you. It was one of his biggest fantasies, but he just wasn’t sure how you’d take it.

However, he didn’t even need to tell you before you found out. Of course, you had your suspicions. Recently, Roger had seemed a bit different in bed. Where you would usually be begging him, he would be begging you. It seemed the only words that could leave his bitten lips were asking you to fuck him harder. He seemed in an entirely different world whenever you sunk down onto him and rode him until he was sobbing from pleasure. Some nights, even going as far as to wrap your hand around his throat or pull on his hair roughly.

And now you had your confirmation. Roger was away at the studio. He had been extremely busy for weeks. And now, their album was almost finished. They called it Sheer Heart Attack. You were enjoying a lazy day at home. You had the house to yourself and you just got to relax with some quiet alone time. After a while though, there seemed to be nothing to do, so you started rummaging around some drawers and cabinets In search of a cure for your boredom. And that’s when you found it. In one of the bathroom cabinets, you saw a little bag. You hadn’t recalled seeing it before, so you decided to take a look. Nothing wrong with looking through Roger’s stuff right? Besides, your curiosity was burning now. Pulling the bag open, your mind buzzed with ideas and a smirk crawled up on your lips.

Perfect.

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“Love, I’m home. Brought some takeout for dinner.” Rogers voice echoed from the front door of your shred apartment to your bedroom. You stood up from the bed and skipped to the kitchen. You almost looked a little too excited.

“Hey Roggie.” You went over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and giving him a quick kiss before looking back up into his eyes.

“Shall we sit down and eat then love?” He asked.

You sat next to him and began eating, a thick veil of silence falling over the two of you. The only sound to be heard is your breathing.

“So Roggie, when were you going to ask me to fuck you.” You say nonchalantly, twirling your fork in your hand.

He chokes up.

“I- uh- what do you me-“

“C’mon baby, I know you want it. You’re not as discreet as you think. I also found the strap-on and lube you had hidden so very well.”

He stops for a moment, as if considering what to do. Then, without words. He stands up and grabs your arm, beginning to walk towards the bedroom, dragging you with him.

“Roggie we’re not done eating baby.”

“Fuck eating I don’t care you’re gonna do me instead.”

You smirk once again. Oh this is gonna be fun.

Soon enough, clothes were shed quicker than you could blink, and you were hovering over Roger, who was face down on the bed, sticking his ass in the air towards you. Endless begs and pleads were falling from his lips. He was attempting to lift his ass close to you so you would do something, anything, while also trying to thrust his hips down into the mattress to get some kind of friction to give himself any relief.

“Gonna take my fingers, needy little slut.” You say as you land a light smack to his ass. He let out a high-pitched, whiny whimper.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease oh fuck please.”

You grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table and coated your fingers in the thick, clear substance. You took three fingers and lightly traced them around his puckered hole, just barely brushing over it before pushing your middle finger in without any warning.

He took in a sharp breath, and once you began to slowly thrust your finger the more guttural groans began to leave his mouth. The groans got louder and louder as you added a second finger. Once you had added a third finger, he shoved his face into the mattress and screamed into it. The moans and loud breaths only increased as you continued to thrust your fingers.

“Mmh please, oh fuck, please fuck me m’gonna cum please.” His hips began to rut into the mattress again. You abruptly pulled your fingers out of him and he whimpered at the loss of friction.

“Dirty. Dirty. Little. Slut.” You punctuated each word with a harsh slap to his ass, which was growing redder each time. “Thrusting your hips into the mattress without thinking to ask me. Gonna have to be a good boy and listen to me or I won’t fuck you. Bad boys don’t deserve to be fucked.”

He moaned at your words. Just hearing you talk like this would be enough to make him cum, but he desperately tried to hold it off. Longing to feel you inside him.

“Please! I’ll be good. Mmh please just fuck me I promise I’ll be good.”

You reached back over to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into the strap-on that you had already situated onto yourself. You spread the lube onto the fake cock with your hand, and wiped the rest onto Roger’s ass. You pressed the head of the strap-on onto his hole, but stopping right before pushing into him. You leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Ready for me love?” He mewled and nodded his head the best he could from his position underneath you.

“Promise you’ll tell me if it’s to much.”

“Yes, I promise. Please just- FUCK HOLY FUCKING SHIT I-“ his words were cut off by the feeling of you slowly pushing into him. His jaw fell slack and the filthiest moans you’ve ever heard slipped from his mouth. Eyes squeezed shut. But he showed no sign of wanting you to stop. Eventually you bottomed out, and stopped moving.

“You alright baby? Doing so, so well. So good for me hm?” You cooed in his ear, lightly running your fingers through his silky blonde hair. You both stilled for s moment, save for your breathing, until Roger began to push his ass back against you, begging for you to start moving. Whines and whimpers falling from his mouth continuously as you finally gave in to his constant pleading. The whimpers grew closer and closer together, and he let out a shriek higher than he could sing when you hit a certain spot inside him that made him see stars.

“Oh fuck please do that again.” You complied.

He looked beautiful like this, you decided. His long blonde hair was strewn out underneath his head which he was pushing into the mattress in an attempt to muffle his moans (it wasn’t working).

“Mmh, so- oh shit, so good, oh fuck please please harder PLEASE.”

After a couple minutes, you were relentlessly pounding into him, and he was loving every second of it. His moans and whimpers grew louder and louder to the point you thought there was no way the neighbors couldn’t hear them. One of your hands was still buried in his hair, tugging at it constantly, coaxing more whimpers from Rog. You reached the other down and around his torso and began to slide it up and down his cock, which you swore had never been this hard. After just a few measly seconds of doing that, he let out an ear-splitting scream as he came, shooting his load out onto the sheets underneath him. You kept going until his body had fallen limp and he was lying helplessly on the bed, breathing heavily. You slowly pulled out of him, earning another hoarse whimper from him. He sighed as you lay down next to him and snuggled your head into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. After he had regained the majority of his composure, you spoke up, breaking the silence in the room.

“So I take it you liked that.” You smirked into his shoulder.

“I don’t know how the fuck you learned to do that but you’re doing that again.”

You giggled at his response, but you were cut off by him suddenly flipping you over and hovering above you. It was his turn to smirk.

“Your turn.”

You gasped as Roger attaches his mouth to your neck, sucking dark spots and occasionally stopping to leave a little bite. You knew you would be covered in bruises later, but you didn’t really care. All you cared about was the sensation of him inching his mouth lower and lower on your body, agonizingly slow. He stopped once he got to your dripping core, warm breath teasing you relentlessly.

“My baby’s been so, so good to me. Think you deserve a little reward hm?”

“Please Rog, ‘m so wet. Need you so bad. Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” With that he delved into your cunt, devouring you with a whole new intensity, as if he hadn’t had a meal for an entire year. His tongue licked flat, long stripes up your heat before his lips wrapped around your clit, earning a long, drawn-out moan from you. He continued like this until obscenities were falling from your mouth continuously and you were begging him to cum as if your life depended on it. And at this moment, it did. Just as you were about to come undone. He stopped and pulled away.

“Roger what the fuck.”

“Want you to cum ‘round my cock. Sound good love?”

“Yeah if you’d just get on with it.”

“C’mon love don’t be a brat. You can be patient can’t you?”

You groaned in disapproval but decided not to say anything in case he got any ideas to tease you.

Before you had time to think any more, he had flipped you over so you were face-down on the bed.

“Ass up love, mmh yeah just like that, look so fucking hot. ‘m gonna fuck you so hard.”

You wiggles your ass a bit at him, trying to get him to do something. You suddenly felt his hand landing a quick smack to your ass, prompting you to holy forward a bit, but not too much, as he gripped you firmly by the waist and pulled you close to him before lining himself up and pushing into you in one fluid motion until he was fully sheathed inside of you and his balls were resting against your ass. Giving you merely a few seconds to adjust, then started to thrust into you relentlessly. Neither of you could contain your moans. The sounds of moans and skin slapping against skin ringing through the air.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last long love.” Roger groaned out at a particularly deep thrust, his rhythm faltering slightly.

“Me neither, fuck, please Rog.” His hand reaches around to rub your clit, applying lots of pressure and rubbing fast, tight circles. The contact made the tension inside your lower belly snap and you screamed as you came, as Roger kept coaxing you through your high. The feeling of you clenching around him was too much to handle, and he came too, hot spurts of him cum continuously spilling into you, dripping out of you and off his softening cock as he pulled out of you. He just barely managed to hold himself up long enough to not collapse on top of you, instead collapsing right next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him, pressing a gentle kiss to the edge of your shoulder.

“Love you so much, you know that?” Roger’s voice was weak, and thoroughly-fucked sounding, yet still soft and elegant sounding.

“Love you too Roggie.”

Before you fell asleep, you concluded that there was indeed, nothing wrong with looking through Roger’s stuff.

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