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scarlethexelove · 5 months

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Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 1799

Warning: smut, Strap-on (R receiving), Breeding, degration, Cum filled strap, dom!Wanda, sub!reader, ummm there is probably more but I can't think

A/N: I always kept seeing angel!Wanda as a sub and demon!R as a dom and I just thought what if I write my own. So hopefully you all like it

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

You're standing in front of the stove cooking dinner not noticing the woman watching you as you move around the kitchen. You hear a chuckle come from behind you causing you to stop and turn. Looking at the woman who is leaning on the wall her arms crossed as her wings looked as beautiful as ever. “What?” You ask. Lightly blushing from the look she is giving you. “What would the others think if they saw you like this?” She pushes off the wall and walks towards you. “A big bad demon domesticated into the perfect housewife.” She finishes as she wraps her arms around your waist.

She kisses you harshly as she pushes you towards the counter before lifting you to sit on the edge breaking the kiss. She stands between your legs pressing herself into you and that is when you feel it. The noticeable bulge. Your tail whipping back and forth as a whimper falls from your lips. “Mommy?” You question her.

Wanda’s eyes darken by the title. “Yes kitten?” She starts nipping at your jaw before moving down your neck. “T-the food will b-bur- Ahhhhh.” You're cut off as Wanda bites down on your neck. You hear her hum before she pulls back looking at you with blown pupils. “Mommy will just order pizza.” She tells you.

You whine “But Mommy.” She shushes you. Kissing you roughly as she shoves her tongue in your mouth. Sucking your tongue as you whimper your body moving without you even realizing it. Wanda pulls back looking at you. “I know you want this kitten.” She looks down and you follow her gaze now realizing that you are grinding yourself against her bulge. You can now feel the wetness leaking out of you. Feeling your tail whip like it always does when she touches you.

You drop your head to her shoulder continuing to grind knowing you want this and there is no talking Wanda out of it. Wanda’s hand moves, turning off the burners on the stove top. Her other hand moving and unbuttoning your pants. Her hands going to the hem of your jeans pulling them down lightly signaling you to raise your hips to pull them down. You lift up and she quickly pulls your pants and underwear down to your knees before sliding them all the way off.

“Mmmm my big bad demon is all needy for Mommy. Everyone thinks you're the one in control and Mommy is ok with letting them think that because kitten knows who owns this pussy.” She cups your cunt in sliding her fingers through your wet folds. You whine and buck into her hand. She tsk and pulls her hand away, licking her fingers clean which causes you to whine more.

“Does my kitten need something?” Wanda asks, looking at you faux innocence in her voice. Your hands quickly darting and trying to unbutton her pants fumbling to get the button undone. She chuckles watching your desperation as you finally get her button undone. She pushes your hands away pulling down her pants and boxers just far enough down for her faux cock to spring out.

Your eyes widen, noticing that the size is larger than you have taken before. Your eyes dart back up to Wanda’s. A sinister grin on her face. “Kitten can take it.” She says moving closer between your legs, swiping the head of her cock through your wet folds. The head of her cock bumping into your clit makes you whine. “Mmm kitten is so wet. Will easily take Mommy’s big cock in her tight little hole.”

Wanda moves the head down to your entrance lightly pushing causing you to rock your hips forward wanting her to push inside. “Please Mommy!” You whine. “Want Mo-” Your words cut off by a loud moan Wands slamming her hips forward fully sheathing herself inside of you. She gives you a little time to get used to the stretch before starting at a slow and steady pace.

Your legs wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer. Wrapping your arms around her neck, lacing your fingers through her hair. Rocking your hips in time with her trust. Her thrust speeds up as she starts to pound into you hard. Grunting as you moan. Her hands are placed on your hips as she digs her fingers in. Ghosting her lips over yours “You like that hmmm? You like Mommy using you?”

You nod frantically, surging forwards and kissing her. She moans in your mouth as she fucks into you. You struggle to keep up with the kiss as you whimper and moan. She pulls back smiling at you, her pace never faltering.

Wanda runs her hands up your body tweaking your nipples as she gets to them causing you to moan and throw your head back. She tweaks them again before moving her hands up to your horns. Knowing just how sensitive your horns are and how just rubbing them can send you into your sub space she starts to gently rub them. She feels you gush a little and whimper. Smiling at you as she wraps her hands around them and speeding up her thrust using your horns as leverage to pound into you harder.

Your moans echoing off the walls. Your brain turns to mush as you relish in the pleasure. The intense feeling of her roughly pounding into you and the hold she has on your horns. “Look at you, a brainless whore already. Mommy just has to touch these pretty little horns and you're just putty for me. Mommy’s to use and fuck however she wants.” Wanda says enjoying your blissed out face. You nod your head not being able to speak. She gently rubs your horns again before releasing them.

Wanda pushes you to lean back a little, her hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing the sides a little catching a moan in your throat. Your eyes looking at her pleadingly. Your orgasm is close, Wanda knowing just the right things to do to you. She can tell just how close you are as she pushes her cock into you. You clench hard around her making it harder for her to push in but she doesn’t falter in her pace. Her hand not on your throat moves down and starts to circle your bundle of nerves. Squeezing your neck again as you moan.

“F-fuck” She breathes heavy as her thrust become sloppy. “God look at you such a needy little whore. What would the other demons think of you if they saw you being Mommy’s subby little whore.” A smile overtaking her face as you moan loudly. “Mmm Mommy’s new cock is special just for her kitten. Mommy can finally breed kitten full.”

Your eyes widen with her words but you can’t contain your excitement as your hips grind into Wanda. She notices circling your clit faster. “You like that kitten? Being Mommy’s cum dump. Fuck what would they do with you if Mommy got you pregnant. A demon with a half angel baby. Fuck but you would be so hot. All mine to keep.” She moans as you tighten more. Her words cause you to moan and nod.

“Aww, does my kitten want that? Breeding you full of my seed. Keeping you all to myself. Being the perfect housewife I’ll take care of you.” She moans her thrust sloppy as tears run down your face. Your legs shaking around her waist the closer you get to your orgasm.

“Mommy.” You whimper. She smiles at you knowing exactly what you want. “Cum kitten. Make a mess on Mommy’s cock.” She commands you.

That is all it takes for you to fall over the edge. Your cum coating Wanda’s cock and the top of her pants as she continues to thrust, taking her hand away from your clit. Pressing a button that shoots fake cum into your tight hole. Her hand squeezing a little more on your throat stopping a moan, your mouth hanging open. She ghosts her lips over yours and leans her forehead on yours still thrusting. She cums after you, her hips slowing down as she helps prolong both of your orgasms.

Her hips stilling, staying fully inside you. Your head drops to her shoulder, her wings wrapping around you. Her soft wings always give you comfort when you’re in your sub space. Both of you are breathing heavily. Wanda’s arms wrapping around your waist as her wings cover you.

“Did kitten like that?” Wanda asks, smiling as your body slumps into her. You nod your head and nuzzle into her neck. “Mommy didn’t go too far?” She asks pulling you back to gauge your reaction. “No Mommy, liked it.” You mumble. “Wanna be with Mommy forever.” You mumble. “Really?” Wanda looked at you trying to find any hint of a lie but she couldn’t find any. You nod your head with a smile and tears in your eyes.

To Wanda’s surprise she watched as your horns turned into a beautiful white color. Slowly starting from the tips and spreading to the base. Then she saw your tail flicking doing the same. She gasps lightly in awe of how beautiful you look. You look at her with wide eyes, a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. “Wh-what happened?” You question Wanda.

“I think you ascended detka.” Wanda smiles. You pull your tail to look at seeing the color has changed. Reaching up and touching your horns before you look at Wanda. Then you frantically check to see if Wanda’s wings had changed color, scared that you being with her had caused her to become a fallen angel. You let out a sigh of relief when they stay their beautiful white.

Wanda wrapping you tightly in her arms. “My kitten to keep forever.” She kisses your forehead before you lay your head on her shoulder. You can’t help the happy tears that stream down your face onto Wanda’s shirt. Wrapping your arms back tightly around her waist pulling her closer. As you do the strap shifts inside you causing you to whimper.

“Sorry kitten, let's get you cleaned up.” Wanda gently pulls out of you. She keeps her wings gently wrapped around you as she carries you to your bedroom and into the bathroom. Wanda draws a bath for you and places you in it before she discards her clothes and strap to be cleaned later before she slips in behind you. She gently cleans you and washes your hair gently swiping over your horns admiring them. You whine and squirm as she does feeling yourself grow needy again.

“Mommy” You whine. Her fingers trail your horns more and that is when you know you are in for a long night.

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niningtori · 11 days

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supermodel | part two

part one

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after finding out one of your closest friends sabotaged your relationship with beomgyu in hopes of having him all to herself, you end up spending a night with him. you may come to regret it when you realize beomgyu may not have been as innocent as he initially seemed.

genre: romance, angst, MELODRAMA, yandere, smut (MDNI!!!)

warnings: MDNI!!! yandere!gyu (super manipulative!gyu at least), more (justified imo) cheating, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, praise, degradation, pregnancy kink, voyeurism (ig?), dom!gyu, sub!gyu, if i'm missing anything lmk

word count: 6.2k

notes: alright ;_; after much debate i'm reposting this probably only for a few days just so everyone who wanted to read can read it before i (probably) delete again! posting this made me feel rlly insecure for some reason but thanks to my moots and anons i feel a lot better ab it :) at least for a little bit. also, i know the direction may have taken quite the turn but this is genuinely just how it came out 😭 if you don't like it i'm sorry ( ཀ͝ ∧ ཀ͝ )

it’s hard to reason with beomgyu as he presses hot kisses down your neck, but it’s not like you’re not trying. you think you’re trying really hard, actually, but it’s nothing in comparison to the effort he’s putting in to make you lose your mind. you have no control over your moans when he sucks a hickey into your neck. you feel heat pooling in your stomach as he grabs your ass and snakes his other hand up your hoodie to catch one of your hardened nipples between his fingers. he’s finally tasted you and, like a man starved, he’ll be damned before someone takes away what’s his.

“b-beomie, we can’t! let’s go back to my place, at least,” you try to reason, but your resolve is weakening as you feel your pussy wetten under his caresses.

“shh, hana’s not gonna be home tonight,” he whispers. “just want you so bad, can’t wait.” he looks so earnest, you can’t bear to part from him. his puppy eyes look devastated, so what else can you do besides relent? and he knows it, too. now he’s got you.

he leads you to hana’s bedroom, where he’s spent countless nights listening to her talk about how much she loves him, has loved him for years. he wants to roll his eyes at this, but he doesn’t want you to misunderstand, so he keeps it to himself. he’ll admit, she really did pull the wool over his eyes when she said you didn’t like him, so he can’t wait to see her reaction when she realizes you two have finally figured it out. if she wants to play dirty, they can both try their hand and see who wins.

and it feels an awful lot like he’s winning when he sees you undress once again, body bare with traces of him on every part of you. even if he hadn’t marked you up so much, and he has, there’s still evidence of his impact on you leaking out of your pussy. you letting him come inside was truly unexpected, but welcome, nonetheless. he knows, when you’ve sobered up from your lustful daze, you’ll ask him if he’s ever fucked hana raw. you’ll probably cry again and rush to get plan b, but he’ll tell you he’s not stupid. he’d never fuck anyone without protection, especially someone he likes as little as he likes hana. he just likes you so much, he couldn’t help but want to feel you. you’re everything he dared to wish you would be. even better, actually, and now that he’s tasted you, he never wants to stop.

the feeling of wanting to be close to you reemerges when he sees you dropping to your knees for him. you fiddle with the zipper of his pants and he sighs when cool air meets his bare cock. and you're so perfect with your makeup smudged, hair in disarray, and mouth open, prettily presented for fucking.

you start with a lick of your lips and he’s already rock hard from the anticipation. you grab his base and tease little licks up and down his length. he never thought he’d be particularly into that, really, but you look so hungry for him it makes him whine. finally, you lick the precum off of his tip and he moans when you shallowly take in the tip of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks. you bob your head shallowly and it’s taking every ounce of self control he has not to grab the back of your head and shove himself down your throat. but he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he lets you tease him. for now, at least. you take more and more of him into your warm mouth until you can feel his tip searing the back of your throat. you can’t possibly fit all of him into your mouth, so you take the rest of him in your hands. you look up at him with watery eyes, almost like you’re asking for his approval, and his already thinning patience snaps. he grabs your hair and pumps himself in and out of you. you try to meet his thrusts with teasing swipes of your tongue, never once breaking eye contact. the combination of your gaze and the sight of your drool mixed with his precum dripping out of your mouth drives him crazy.

“baby, look, you’re drooling all over my cock.” you hum in agreement, but a nasty thought crosses his mind as he remembers that you almost went out with another man tonight.

“mmm, who taught you how to use that slutty little mouth?” he asks, riling himself up for reasons unknown. the thought of someone else seeing you like this is enough to push him to madness. he fucks himself into your mouth mercilessly. you’re coughing and slobbering all over his cock, but it’s only when hot tears pour down your face that he registers what he’s doing. how can he bear to hurt you? he pulls out and you’re gasping for air.

“shh, it’s okay, you’re okay. c’mere,” he coos, leading you to the bed.

you lay down shakily and he takes a moment just to admire your body and the work he’s done to it. he can’t control the want in his gaze when he sees your pussy dripping on hana’s comforter. it’s sick to see, in a way, but it excites him even more.

“turn around,” he commands, and you would, you really, really would, but your limbs feel so weak, it’s a chore. he sighs and roughly turns you on your stomach himself. he manhandles you into kneeling on all fours and it’s all you can do not to buckle under such force, but you can’t deny the way it makes your pussy clench around nothing when he does this. as if he can read your mind, he lets out a soft laugh as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. you’ve obviously just fucked, but you’re still as tight and hot as the first time. slowly, he feels you stretch and spasm to accommodate his length – pussy gripping him like a vise. he shakes when he feels himself completely sheathed in you.

“g-good girl,” he praises. “so good for me.” then, without giving you another moment to adjust, he begins thrusting into you. his hips meet your ass and he’s awestruck by the sight of it as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix relentlessly. as he’s pumping into your heat, you don’t mean for your arms to give out from under you, but they do. he’s just fucking you so good you can’t help but feel weak. he chuckles at how you’re becoming undone after just a few strokes, but truthfully? he’s endeared. you were so brave in talking back to him earlier, but that attitude is completely gone as you lay there and let him take you over and over again.

“nghh… not so hard, beomie,” you moan.

“is it good, baby? i can feel you milking my cock. tell me it’s good, or i’ll stop,” he threatens.

“mmm, ‘s good! too good!”! you cry.

you’re so busy moaning out beomgyu’s name with your face mashed in the pillows, you really don’t hear the apartment door open and keys being thrown carelessly on the table, but as for beomgyu? he hears it all and it brings a mean, lopsided grin to his face. you’d think he would, at the very least, slow down, but he only rams harder and harder into you. the sound of wetness and skin slapping skin echo throughout the room. hana really wasn’t supposed to be home, this much is true, but what beomgyu didn’t tell you is that she had texted him saying her plans have changed and that he should come over. truly, he couldn’t have conjured up a better outcome than the one unfolding before him.

“beomgyu?!” hana shrieks. you’re so surprised you nearly jump out of beomgyu’s grasp, but he holds your ass in place as he continues his thrusts.

“don’t listen to her, just feel me,” he says in a raspy tone. and what can you do besides listen when he drills himself even harder into you? when you feel the veins of his cock dragging against your insides, you’re tuning out hana’s desperate cries, intentionally or not.

“coming inside, okay?” he, well, you would say ‘asks’, but it’s more of a statement of fact rather than a question. “take it all, baby,” he says as his hips begin to stutter. he smacks your ass — just because he can — and you feel it pulsate throughout your entire body as you clench around him, seeing nothing but white behind your eyelids as your release finally comes along with his.

you’re gasping for air when you finish. he carefully pulls out and watches as your cum and his mix together in the most sinful way. it’s a truly a sight to see, and if he had more time, he would be whipping out his phone and capturing the moment to revisit the next time he’s alone, but hana’s words are cutting into his bliss before he can fully appreciate the sight before him.

“b-beomie? w-what’s going on?” hana asks, tears streaming unabashedly down her pretty face. beomgyu is far too preoccupied to appreciate them, though, as he gently helps you sit up and thoughtfully wipes the drool and tears off of your face.

“‘what’s going on?’” he begins mockingly. “do you really need me to show you again?” he sneers.

meanwhile, you feel like a deer in headlights as you meet hana’s gaze. you feel dirty and small as you try your damndest to cover yourself up. hana’s soft eyes harden while she stares at you.

“you. you did this, you fucking slut,” she spits. you break your gaze and stare down at your naked body. you feel incredibly vulnerable because, as you already know, she’s right. you feel your eyes heat up with tears, this time from guilt and humiliation rather than pleasure.

“you’d better watch your fucking mouth,” beomgyu says, eyebrows furrowed and voice even deeper than usual.

“i just don’t understand. why? why her? and how could you do this to me? you said you loved me!” she shrieks, grabbing beomgyu’s arm. he harshly pulls away and instead collects your sweats and hoodie. you can’t help but stare. he said he loved her then he turned around and fucked you? oh no.

“well, i lied, if that’s not clear enough,” he shrugs, gingerly dressing you like you’re some kind of catatonic doll. and, right now, you might as well be as you let him do what he wants. his callous words don’t match his gentle actions and it’s making your brain short-circuit.

“if and when he does the same shit to you,” she says, looking at you with more hurt than you’ve ever seen on a person, “don’t you fucking dare come crying to me. or any of our friends, actually. just wait ‘til they hear what you fucking did.” you shiver at her ominous words. she’s right, after all. beomgyu dropped her the second you showed interest in him, who’s to say he won’t do the same to you? sure, he’s acting lovey dovey now, but you’ve seen firsthand how quickly his tune can change. you’re absolutely fucked. it’s your word against hers, and with the evidence of your betrayal seeping into her sheets, you don’t like your odds. you can’t help but stare at beomgyu, and, as if he’s reading your mind, he says his next words patiently.

“i love you. i would never hurt you like this.” he loves you now? you continue to look at him doubtfully. his words seem cheap after hana’s unforgiving speech, and he realizes he’s losing you when you don’t respond. hana doesn’t stop there, though.

“if he did this to me, i can’t wait to see what he’ll do to you,” she laughs. hana is, objectively speaking, a lot more of a catch than you are. and to the very bitter end, she won’t let you fucking forget it.

“shut your fucking mouth!” he exclaims and she flinches, as do you. you’ve never seen him so angry and it’s enough to scare you.

“... i should go,” you croak.

“yeah, you should,” hana ridicules. you do an incredibly shaky walk of shame as you quickly gather your things.

“hey, wait!” he pleads, but you’re already booking it out of the door. he goes to run after you, but hana grabs him forcefully by his shoulder and he spins around to face her. you slam the door, not wanting to know what kind of makeup sex they will probably be having relatively soon. as soon as you’re gone, hana begins.

“are you fucking crazy? her, of all people?!” she hisses.

“i thought i told you to watch how you talk about her,” he says lowly. his eyes are so intense, she’s momentarily stunned, but he’s crazy if he thinks that’ll shut her up. perhaps to her eventual regret, she says her next words.

“if i tell everyone, she’ll be fucking ruined. she’ll have nobody after this.”

“so?”

“so, stay with me,” she says softly, while, to his disgust, grabbing his hands and pleading with him. “stay with me, and i won’t tell anybody.” she looks as pathetic as a dog right now, and her words make him laugh in her face.

“tell them,” he says.

“w-what?” she sputters.

“tell them all. i want you to tell them how i fucked one of your best friends and got her pregnant. tell them how i fucked her raw in your own bed. go on, i’d love to see their reactions when they find out.”

“you’re… you’re fucking crazy,” she gasps.

“maybe, but not crazy enough to stay with you,” he shrugs. “i got what i wanted, i don’t need you anymore.” for once, she shuts her mouth. the puzzle pieces finally fit together and her jaw drops in awe.

“you did this on purpose?”

“maybe you’re not as dumb as you look,” he sneers, and with that, he zips up his pants and pats her cheek. “you were okay in bed, but that’s about it.”

her tears are falling, but that does nothing to mar her beauty. still, his heart remains unfazed.

“when she finds out, she’ll leave you,” she sobs.

“and who will she believe? her ex friend who’s out to get her, or me? the only person she has left? i’d love to see who she believes.” his words leave her in even more tears, but he does nothing to placate her. he just grabs his shit and slams the door behind him.

hana wastes no time in telling your friends about your scandal. your incoming texts range from “what the fuck is wrong with you” to “is it true?” to “you’d better not show your face to us again”.

you attempt to explain yourself, but to no avail. even if hana lied to you first, you committed the ultimate betrayal with a smile on your face. nobody wants to hear your sob story about your forbidden love with beomgyu. nobody, not even your best friend, dares to defend you now.

the one person who’s on your side has been texting you relentlessly, though. beomgyu’s insistence on making sure you’re okay does little to quell the uneasiness in your heart. hana’s words resound in your head. “if he did this to me, i can’t wait to see what he does to you.” you don’t want to give him that chance, but your resolve is weakening when you feel yourself becoming more and more isolated from the people you used to call your friends.

for days, you don’t leave your house except to go to work. where else can you go? you don’t have anyone to go out with you anymore. still, beomgyu texts and attempts to call you through it all. his messages are all about how much he loves you, how much he misses you, how much he needs you. how much he promises to make things right with you and how you’re the only one he’s wanted all along. more and more, you feel yourself slipping away. even though you never respond, you still sift through his messages and it’s enough to bring smiles, no matter how small, to your face. he loves you, wants you, needs you. who else do you have in your life to say things like that to you?

still, the thought of trusting him scares you to your bones. what if he does the same shit to you? you don’t have a support system anymore. you don’t have anybody to rely on when he inevitably hurts you in the same way. why wouldn't he, after all? you’re no match for the kind of girls who come his way. what happens when he gets sick of you and wants to fuck another girl in your bed? you’re stuck with these thoughts as you nurse a bottle of vodka, alone in your apartment with nobody but yourself. this is what you deserve, you think.

a knock on your door is enough to pull you out of your drunken haze. is it one of your friends? could they have finally gotten over their intial shock and disgust and understood that you didn’t mean for any of this to happen the way it did? you stumble to the door and you’re too drunk to even think about checking who it is before desperately swinging open the door. you are not met with the familiar face of one of your friends, however. instead, you see the face of the boy who’s been haunting your dreams for the past few nights.

“beomgyu?” he looks absolutely devastated, eyes reddened and wet with his face ghostly pale. he reeks of alcohol and he stands almost tremblingly. he doesn’t respond to you, just stares at you with the same intensity that entranced you from the very beginning.

“what are you doing here?” you ask.

“can i come in? please?” you’ve never been able to say no to him, and you especially can’t in his current pathetic state. you move from the doorway to allow him access and quietly shut the door behind him.

“what do you want?” you try.

“want you,” he sobs, tears finally flowing from his sad brown eyes. “only ever wanted you.” your heart aches when you see him like this. you thought hana’s reaction was devastating enough, but he looks absolutely wrecked right now, putting her despair to shame, really.

“i don’t know what to say,” you admit. “we fucked up, plain and simple. and i don’t know how i can trust you after what we did.” you’re not a victim in this, to be clear, but you’re far too vulnerable to accept the heart that he's holding out for you so carelessly.

“i know, and i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry. what can i do to make you trust me?” he begs. your already soft heart softens even more at his words, but you have to be realistic.

“i… i don’t think i can. if you had just talked to me in the first place things could've been different,” you reason. this only puts the boy in an even worse state. he’s almost wailing now, and he looks to you for comfort.

“p-please, just please. give me one chance,” he cries, looking absolutely frantic. “i’ll prove it to you, just let me.” he reaches for your face and you didn’t even realize you’re crying until he swipes away your tears. well, you’re already going to hell. what’s the point in atoning for your sins now?

as if he can read your mind, he musters up a shaky smile before leaning in and giving you a chaste kiss. his lips taste salty, but sweet, and he’s kissing you with a passion you’ve never felt before. you almost believe him when he says you’re the only one. almost.

“h-how do i know you’re not going to do the same thing to me?” you ask unsteadily.

“i would never,” he says immediately. “i would never hurt you.” at least, not like this. but you don’t know that yet.

in the weeks following his drunken appearance at your door, being with beomgyu is even better than you thought it would be. it’s like a switch has been turned back on and he’s back to treating you like a princess, almost like the months since your “breakup” never happened. he randomly brings you flowers, showers you with kisses, and he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you along with declarations of love, which you never directly reciprocate. no matter how well he treats you, though, there’s an underlying sense of unease. you still find it difficult to fully trust him, and he can tell. it’s driving him to the brink of madness trying to come up with ways to show you how much he cares.

you’re in the middle of pensively reevaluating the nature of your relationship with beomgyu for the 100th time when you hear a knock on your door. at this point, you don't even bother checking who it is because you already know it'll be beomgyu. no matter how desperately you wish it were one of your ex-friends, you’re always met with his face, instead. you open the door and you’re shocked, to put it mildly. standing before you is not the beomgyu you know and (probably) love, but hana.

“we need to talk,” she grumbles. almost as if you’re possessed, you let her in without much fuss. is she here to rekindle your friendship? to tell you she’ll forgive you after what you’ve done to her?

“hana, listen i’m so incredibly sor—”

“save it,” she says, lifting her hand. “i’m only here ‘cause i have something i need to say to you. it took me weeks to come here because i don’t even wanna look at you.” you gulp and nod, genuinely anxious as to what she has in store for you.

“i’m just going to tell you straight up. beomgyu’s not who you think he is,” she deadpans.

“w-what do you mean?” if she’s talking about how he’ll eventually betray you, you’ve already thought of that. why she thinks this is news to you, you don’t know.

“listen to me, he planned this whole fucking thing.” what could she possibly mean by that? he planned to get caught by her? that doesn’t even make sense. “i told him i’d be home the night that i walked in on you.” your jaw drops in horror, but she continues as if she doesn’t notice.

“i think… i think he heard us over the phone and knew you’d be there before meeting with jay. he told me he wanted our friends to find out and to see who you’d believe if i told you. whether you believe me or not, i really don’t give a fuck, but it’s true. he said he got what he wanted, so he doesn’t need me anymore.” she chokes on her last words and you can't help but feel sorry for her, but that feeling is overshadowed by the feelings of anger towards beomgyu. you don’t think hana would lie about this. she looks so flustered and heartbroken, you don’t believe for a second that she’s lying just to rile you up. before you can reply, the door opens and beomgyu’s figure appears in your doorway. he has a smile on his face, but it drops lightning fast when he sees who’s standing there.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” he says with a scowl.

“i’m on my way out,” hana mumbles, pushing past him. he doesn’t even attempt to stop her. he registers the mixed emotions on your face and he can guess what she said to you without much effort.

“let me explain,” he says lowly, already heading towards you to placate you like you’re some sort of wild animal he has to coax. and you’re so angry, you might as well be.

“explain what? that you ruined my fucking life?” you spit. he flinches at your tone, even more so at your next words. “what i don’t understand is why? is my life a fucking game to you?” his face crumbles at this.

“n-no! never!” he sputters.

“then what is this? what’s your reason for planning for hana to walk in us? is this a kink or something?” he shakes his head frantically.

“you don’t understand, i just wanted it to be us,” he pleads. “i don’t like them. they’ll just try to take you away from me.”

“take me away from them? beomgyu, i’m not some fucking toy. i’m a person. a person whose life you fucking ruined for no reason!” you exclaim. you’re so frustrated you could cry, so you do. does he not realize how badly he fucked you over? “you promised you’d never hurt me,” you sob.

“i-i did it for us! they wouldn’t care about how we feel… they’d just take hana’s side without even thinking about it!” he argues, grabbing your hands. you want to pull away, but if you do, that means you’ll be completely alone.

“you didn’t even give them a chance,” you reason. “now it’s really over,” you say between sobs. “i… i could’ve talked to them, but you ruined it!”

“i just want you all to myself, is that so bad?” he asks, as if he genuinely can't understand why you’re so upset. he’s actually sick in the head.

“why?!” you ask again, ripping your hands from his grasp.

“because i love you,” he says desperately. “i just love you so much. i’m sorry, i’ll never do anything like this again,” he promises.

“yeah, you won’t,” you reply bitterly. “because i won’t give you that chance.”

“w-what do you mean?” he asks, lips trembling and eyes red.

“i’m not doing this with you anymore. this whole thing was doomed from the start,” you reply firmly. he shakes his head as if denying it with fervor will undo what you’ve said, tears now flowing freely from his reddened eyes.

“no, p-please,” he cries. “i only did it because i love you so much. ever since i first saw you, i only ever wanted to be with you. i… i know i fucked up, but it was the only way. believe me, please.” your already soft heart is softening even more as you listen to the desperation in his voice. he sounds so lost and scared, as if he really doesn’t know what he’ll do if you tell him no. you briefly wonder if he’s ever heard the words: “no, beomgyu. you’ve gone too far this time.” but as you watch him come undone before you, you don’t think you’ll be able to be the one who tells him no, anyway.

“i’m giving you one, and i mean one, last chance. if you fuck up this time, i promise you, you’ll never see me again,” you declare. you don't know what you’re expecting, really, but the sight of even more tears streaming down his face is not it. he grabs you and pulls you in his warm and trembling embrace.

“th-thank you,” he cries. “you won’t regret this.”

“i’d better not,” you mumble. even if you do, you can’t deny the way your heart skips a beat at his pure, unadulterated need for you. even if you do come to regret it, it’s impossible to look at him right now and say he’s not being sincere. he pulls away from you and hurriedly captures your mouth, and as if your next words will take back what you said, he seals them in your throat before you can manage to get anything more out. as the kiss becomes more heated, you feel something hard and angry poking into your stomach.

“already?” you tease. he actually blushes at this.

“can’t help it. need you,” he replies sheepishly.

“you need me, huh? is that why you’ve been so bad?” you ask, palming him deliciously through his pants.

“n-not bad! just love you so much, couldn’t stop myself.” your temper actually flares a little at this. you palm him more harshly and his breath catches when you do.

“really? but you’ve been so bad, i don’t think you deserve me,” you say menacingly, pulling your hand away. he audibly whimpers at this.

“no, no, no, please! i’ll be good from now on,” he pleads as he grabs your hand and begins to snake it under the waistband of his pants. you let him, but you don’t take his hardened length into your hand like you usually would. instead, you tease the sensitive area around it, even going so far as to ghost your fingers over his balls, but you conveniently avoid giving him any sort of friction or attention, so he’s gasping when you give him a mean and unexpected tug.

“p-please stop teasing me,” he cries, eyes so beautiful and watery. “i know i’ve been bad, but i can make you feel so good.” he’s right, in a way. you’ve never and will never feel as good as you do when beomgyu pumps into you and shoots his hot load in your pussy, but he’s deranged if he thinks you’ll let him have you so easily tonight. not after what he’s done.

“hmm, i’m not so sure about that,” you hum. you lead him to your bedroom as if he’s hypnotized. you haven’t even let him enter you yet, if you’re going to let him do so at all, but he’s already acting like he’s drunk on you.

“strip,” you command simply. without any questions or doubts, he eagerly takes off his hoodie and shoves his pants down, stepping out of them and closer to you. it’s sickeningly sweet to see how possessed he is by you. he tries to take your own clothes off, but you smack his hand away.

“bad boy,” you say, and he whines like a dog. “lay down.” he does what you say, lying completely exposed on your bed as he gives a few pulls on his throbbing cock. “stop fucking touching yourself or you’re not getting anything from me,” you add, and he whines even louder.

“please touch me,” he begs, cock standing all red and weeping.

“you don’t deserve it,” you shrug. you take off your pants and he leches at the image of your pussy dripping wet for him, and so soon. all he can think about is how warm it is and how fervently he wants to be in it. he thinks you’re going to sit on his cock, because that would be the most natural course of action, but all you do is lay next to him and pull something out of your nightstand drawer. a vibrator. are you fucking serious?

“no!” he begs, already knowing how this is going to go.

“you can take what you get from me or you can beat it,” you bite back. that shuts him up. he’s biting his lip, trying not to get scolded again, but he can’t help but whine again when you spread your legs and turn your vibrator on.

“ah,” you moan as the rubber tip hits your clit. “feels so good.”

“i’d feel better,” he insists, eyes widened and desperate like a madman.

“touch yourself,” you say in response. “i'm not touching that dirty cock of yours, so take care of it yourself.” he doesn’t need to be told twice. he immediately spits on his hand and begins to wildly jerk his weeping cock. he whines at the friction. you, however, are so lost in the feeling of the vibrations pulsating throughout your pussy, you couldn’t seem to care less about what he does. this only makes him whine even louder. he’s experiencing pleasure, sure, but the sounds coming from him are exaggerated and theatrical. he’s just trying to get a rise out of you. he just wants you to look at him, is that too much to ask?

you open your eyes at his petulant noise and say your next words so quietly, if he wasn’t paying more attention, he’d miss them. “kiss me.” so he does. the kiss is filthy and nothing more than the tangling of tongues, but that combined with the stimulation on your poor pussy is enough to make you near the edge.

beomgyu can tell you’re close, and his kisses become even more heated as he abuses his cock under his hand. he’s moaning into your mouth, showing you, in no uncertain terms, just how badly he wants to be in you instead.

“let me do it,” he begs. “come around me, instead. it’ll feel so much better.” his dirty words break you out of your trance and you annoyedly shut the vibrator off while tossing it god knows where. you tear his hand away from his cock and mount him, teasingly rubbing yourself against him, but refusing to put it in. he whines and pouts, but you’re far too busy trying to get yourself off to appease him. then, as if he’s possessed, he raises his hips and his tip catches on your entrance. you both gasp at his shallow intrusion.

“p-please sit on it, it hurts,” he asks rather pathetically.

“i can’t, beomie. you haven’t even fingered me yet — you’ll break me in half,” you say provocatively. he whimpers at the imagery. “and you've been so bad, how can i let you get what you want? you’ll never learn if i do that.”

“i’ve learned! i promise, i’ve learned! just, please, help me,” he cries, bucking his hips up and holding your waist so hard you’ll know he’ll leave bruises.

“mmm, i don’t knowwww,” you drawl.

“please!” and with that, you angle your hips and begin to sink on his thick length. the stretch burns and you can’t help but cry out as you feel your pussy enveloping every inch of him mercilessly. he’s in tears when he feels you throbbing around him, pussy stretching to accommodate how big he is. when you finally, finally take him all in, he can’t help but begin to fuck into you wantonly.

“b-beomie, slow down!”

“c-can’t! feels so good,” he says, tears streaming down his pretty face. he grabs your waist even tighter and flips you around so you’re lying beneath him. his cock continues to hammer into you and you’re seeing stars. his mouth is open, drool pooling out of the corners of his lips, and he’s moaning out your name like a prayer.

“pussy so good, so perfect,” he babbles. “missed this. missed feeling you like this.”

“i missed it too,” you admit.

“wanted you, wanted you for so long,” he continues. you don’t even think he knows what he’s saying, but you can tell he means every word. he reaches to your stomach and presses down where his cock is ramming into you. your eyes roll back at the pleasure that comes with the pressure.

“my baby could be in here,” he muses. “our baby.” this should scare you into sobriety, but it does nothing of the sort. you find yourself tightening even further at the thought of him breeding you like a bitch.

“i’ll take care of you, i swear,” he says as he thrusts so hard your head nearly meets the headboard. “i’ll give you everything you need. sh-shit, baby, wanna fill you up so good you feel me for days,” those words in addition to his sloppy thrusts are what send you over the edge. you clench around him and he hisses at how you’re even tighter than usual. you feel his thrusts become even more sporadic and he’s emptying himself into you unceremoniously. as he softens, he pulls out and you wince at the feeling. to your surprise, he moves down to your pussy and begins to lap up all of the cum like a starving animal. then, he pulls you in for one last nasty kiss.

you don’t know if you necessarily trust beomgyu, but it’s hard not to at least try to when he basically prostrates himself in front of you on a daily basis. he lets you walk all over him, really. if you call him, he comes running. if you’re mad or upset, he soothes you. when you’re being unreasonable, he reasons, anyway. you still haven’t heard from your friends, but you’re starting to accept the fact that you never will. he introduces you to his friends, and surprisingly, they actually welcome you with open arms. apparently, they didn’t like hana very much and knew beomgyu always had a thing for you. you’re not sure how to feel about that, but you’re flattered, nonetheless.

you call beomgyu crazy, and maybe he is, but he always says it's because he's crazy in love with you. you want to playfully smack him when he says such cheesy words, but you're starting to really believe him.

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samandcolbyownme · 4 months

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Summary: request by @theblackcatwitch3 - "I was wondering if you would do Sam falling for a girl with a tongue piercing you can decide if there's smut or no"

Warnings: SMUT18+, bar scene, semi-sub!Sam, oral (m rec), unprotected sex, facial, general filth

Word count: 2.8k | not edited

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"Who's that guy over there?" Your friend asks as she points subtly. You turn, looking behind you. Your eyes scan over the people but no one really sticks out to you.

"Who?" You ask turning back around to face her. She laughs slightly and leans in, pointing at a very specific group of guys sitting and standing at the bar, "The blonde one. Grey hoodie."

Your eyes move to try and find him. The non stop movement of people is hard, but when you meet his eyes, you feel your heart skip a beat.

You turn back quickly, facing your friend as the blush you applied before going out, turns darker.

"You should go talk to him." She nudges your arm with her elbow, "He's cute."

"Yeah but what if he's weird?" You laugh and shake your head and she sighs, "Then I'll come pretend to be your girlfriend, just give me a signal and I'll be there."

You smile, "Always there for me." You look down at your empty glass, "I need a refill anyway."

"You got this." She nudges you again, "Now go. Be flirtatious."

You sigh, "Alright. I'm going. Im going." You stand up, taking a deep, quiet breath as you turn away from her. You try to keep it cool, not like your heart was ready to thump out of your chest.

He was hot.

He was popular, from the looks of it.

You walk up to the bar next to him and you can feel him looking you up and down.

"What can I get ya?" The bartender asks and you push your glass towards him, "just a vodka cran please."

He nods and you look over, giving him a smile, "Hi."

"Vodka cran. Can't go wrong with one of them." The blonde laughs and you instantly feel relaxed. You smile and nod, "Oh yes, unless I have too many, then I'm dancing on the table or something."

You look away, cringing at the words that came from your mouth, why would you say that?

He laughs, "No I totally get that. I have a story similar to that, but I was drunk on a cruise and I was upside down against a wall."

You laugh and look over at him, "Oh gosh. Thankfully I'm not the only one with an embarrassing story."

He nods, "Never. I'm Sam by the way." He extends his hand and you nod, gently slipping your hand into his, "Y/n."

"That's a pretty name." He smiles and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks again. You lick your lips, "Thank you."

He tilts his head, "Is that.. a tongue ring I seen poking out there?"

You laugh slightly, "Yes, it sure is." You open your mouth slightly and push your tongue forward and Sam bites his lower lip, "That's actually hot."

You're taken aback by his words, but also, turned on.

"You think?" You smirk and he nods, "Oh yeah. Made my crush on you a little bit worse." He takes a sip of his drink but quickly follows up, "In a good way. In a good way. I totally mean that in a my crush on you grew bigger in a way. Sorry."

You shake your head, smiling, "No I totally get it."

He laughs and his friend comes up, "Yo Sam, we're go-" the dark haired man looks up at you, "oh shit. Sorry I didn't mean to ruin anything."

"You're good, man. Colby, this is y/n." Sam looks at you, "y/n, this is Colby."

Colby reaches out and you take his hand, "Hi Colby."

"Hello, y/n." Colby smiles and leans in to Sam as he lets go of your hand. What ever he whispers makes Sam's cheeks turn red and he laughs nervously as he pushes him away, "Bye, Colby."

Colby laughs and waves as he walks away.

"Sorry about him. When he's drunk he's.." he blows air and shakes his head. You smile, "No worries. My friend is the same way." You motion over your shoulder and he nods, "I take it she told you I was staring?"

You nod and take your drink, "Thank you." You turn to Sam, leaning on the bar, "Yeah. Took me a second to figure out who she was talking about but.." you sip your drink, looking up at Sam, "Here we are."

"Here we are." He licks his lips, eyes moving to watch you sip your drink through the straw again. He meets your eyes and laughs, "Sorry, I just.. the tongue ring just-" he laughs and shakes his head, "I promise I'm not trying to be weird or anything."

You smile and roll your eyes, "please, if I thought you were weird, my friend would be over here pretending to be my girlfriend by now."

He laughs, "Does that actually work?"

"Sometimes. Other times they've asked us to prove it and we usually just kiss or something." You smirk as you see his eyebrow twitch, "Yeah, it makes a fun night."

"I'm sure." He checks his watch, "I was actually getting ready to head to another bar, but I really don't want to leave you."

You smile at his boldness and he sighs, "Sorry. That was.. bold I guess."

"No. Not at all. I like it." You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and he smirks, "Yeah?"

You nod, "I was actually getting ready to wrap it up for the night, but she made me come talk to you, so.."

He nods, "Well I thank your friend."

You glance back at her and she gives you a thumbs up. You smiles and look back at him, "Me too."

Sam finishes his drink, "So.. your place or mine?"

"I actually live a little over an hour away, so if you don't mind, your place?" You tilt your head slightly and he nods, "Fine by me."

You quickly finish your drink and set it down before turning to face Sam, "I'm just going to go let her know, do you want to come with me?"

He nods, "Sure."

You lead him over to your friend and she leans back, looking up at you guys with a smirk, "Leaving so soon?"

"We've been here for three hours." You laugh and motion to Sam, "This is Sam. Sam this is y/f/n."

"Hey, thanks for pointing her in my direction." Sam laughs and your friend smiles and nods.

"Alright. I'll text you." You bite your lip and raise your brows before turning to leave with Sam.

"I actually live like a block away, if you don't mind the walk." Sam holds the door open for you and you shake your head, "Fine with me."

You snake your arm around his and he can't help but smile.

Alcohol was a big help in this situation because if it was any other setting, you weren't sure if you'd just walk up to anyone and go home with them.

You felt something different with Sam.

"So that tongue ring.." Sam starts out and you smile, "What about it, Sam?"

"Did it hurt? Like getting it done?" He looks down at you and you shrug, "I mean, for me. The initial piercing didn't hurt. It was the few days after. It wasn't bad, really. The swelling was the worst of it. I couldn't talk."

You imitate what you sounded like with the swollenness of it, "I sounded like this."

Sam laughs, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry for laughing."

You shake your head, "No, no. It's okay. I laugh about it now because it was hilarious. My friends were picking on me for it. But I've had it for two years now, so."

"Oh really?" Sam asks and you look up at him, "Uh huh."

You could tell there was something on the tip of his tongue that he was unsure of or to even ask.

"What are ya thinkin?"

He smiles as he looks away, "Nothing it just-"

"You wanna know if you can feel it?" You bite your lip and watch as he looks down at you, nodding, "So much, honestly."

"Good thing I already have my mind set on some things." You laugh slightly, "that probably makes me sound so bad."

"Not at all." He stops, smiling down at you, "This is me." You look at the slightly fancy building, "this is so much nicer than my apartment building."

"Well, maybe if things work out.." Sam trails off with a smirk, "Come on." He takes your hand before he pulls you up the steps, walking you inside, "Just up these steps here."

You nod, looking around as your hand in his and you can't help but smiling, silently thanking y/f/n for pushing you to talk to him.

"Here we are." He takes his keys out, unlocking the door, "Now I do live with Colby, so if it's too messy for your standards." He turns to look at you, "Blame him."

You laugh, "Deal."

He pushes the door open and you walk in behind him, coming to a stop as he closes the door behind you, "this isn't messy at all, Sam."

"Well thanks." He slips off his sweatshirt, leaving him in a white t shirt. Your eyes follow him as he walks over to the kitchen area, "Need a drink or anything?"

You shake your head, "No thank you. I'm good."

He nods and walk over, "So.."

"So.." you lay your hands on his chest and look up at him as his hands lay gently on your hips, "I'm down for whatever you want to do."

You smile, "Well. I can show you what it's like to get a blowjob from a girl with a tongue ring."

"I'm never going to say no to that. Especially from you."

His words sent an excited shiver down your spine, "Okay." You bite your lip as he pulls you towards the steps and up to his room, "I'd say we can stay at the couch but I don't know when Colby is coming back and I don't know if our friends will be with him."

You nod, "That's fine. We don't need him walking in when you're down my throat anyways."

"Oh fuck, yeah. You're right." He pulls you to him, "I just-" he cuts himself off by pressing his lips to yours and that ignites everything.

He walks you backwards into his room, kicking it shut as his lips stay on yours. His hands work to push your loose denim jacket off your shoulders, and you let it drop to the floor.

You step over it as he walks you back towards the bed. He pulls away and your hands move to push up his white shirt, leaning in to kiss his torso.

His eyes stay on you as you lean back, "Lay down for me."

He's eager, quickly sitting on the bed and moving back to lean up against the headboard. His eyes track you as you crawl up the bed, running your hands up his jeans clad thighs and stopping once you reach the buttons on his white jeans.

You smirk up at him, pushing up his shirt as you lean down to kiss up his torso, again.

His breath hitches as you make your way back down, "I don't want to get my lipstick on your pants." You joke and Sam shakes his head, "I'll figure it out."

Your eyes trail up and down the dark purple lip marks you left on his skin, "I'm sure you will." You look up at him, biting your lip as you work to undo his button and zipper.

You can already feel how hard he is for you.

You were practically swimming in your own arousal.

He lifts his hips up as you work his jeans down his legs, eyes focused on the bulge under his boxers, "Need you so bad." You whisper as your hand lays over him.

He groans lowly, hips bucking to get your hand to give him any sort of friction that he's craving.

"Please." He whimpers out. He looks shocked by his begging, like he's never done it before.

"Since you asked so nicely." You snicker and palm his cock through his boxers. His head tilts back, resting on the wall as his lips part and a breath escapes, "Fuck."

You roll your tongue ring against your teeth, watching at the pleasure that's twisting his face, "You're so hot."

He smirks, tilting his head up to look at you, "I was.. thinking the same thing about you."

You smirk, moving your hand away to peel his boxers from his skin, "Have you ever been sucked off by a girl with a tongue ring?"

He shakes his head and you smile, "Thought so." You toss his boxers to the floor, on top of his jeans and you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, "You won't be able to say that anymore."

Before he can answer, you lean down, licking the tip, angling your head back so he has a full few of your tongue ring pressed against the tip of his cock.

He groans, "Fuck, that's hot."

His eyes stay focused on the little metal ball that sitting on top of your tongue, moaning out quietly when it presses into his soft flesh, "Shit."

You smirk, leaning back slightly as you stroke slowly. You dip your head down, taking as much of him in as you can. You hold your head still and you can feel his head lay gently on the back of your head.

You slowly work your head up and down, bobbing slowly as you move your tongue back and forth, making sure to use the ring the best you can.

"F-fuck." Sam bucks his hips, moaning out as you pull back, a string of saliva connecting you with him until you wipe your chin off, "I take it you like it?"

He nods quickly, "uh huh." His chest is rising and falling as he smirks, "So much."

You stand up, stripping down as he leans up to slip his shirt off. You move back to the spot in between his legs and lay down on your stomach.

You stick your tongue out, eyes locked as you run his cock over your tongue. You suck on the tip, pulling it out to run the bottom of your tongue ring over the tip.

You look up and see Sam in awe of you.

Like he's never seen something like this before.

He is absolutely in love with it.

"Fuck, fuck." He bucks his hips, "y/n."

You looked up at him, in love with the sound of your name in a moan rolling from his lips. You move up, straddling his hips as you lean down to kiss him.

His hands move down your back to ass, squeezing before resting on your hips. He helps guide you down onto his cock and you both exchange a gasp as he slides into you for the very first time.

"You feel so good." He whispers, "so fucking good."

You rest your forehead on his, eyes squeezed shut as he slowly pushes his hips upward. You whimper out, lazily kissing his face as you make your way to his lips.

Your hips move up and down, slow at first then you quickly find a pace that works.

And it works really well, you're ready to cum, "S-so close."

His hands grips your hips, "go ahead, baby." You place a hand on the wall behind his head, moaning out as you squeeze his cock.

Your tongue pokes out to wet your lips and the sight of that simple little tongue rings could make Sam cum right along with you.

You moan loudly as you rest your head on his shoulder, "F-fuck." You whimper as you come down from your high.

Sam holds your hips as he thrusts his own upwards, “Where.. do you want me?”

You lean up, “Where do you want to go?”

He tilts his head, smirking before biting his lip, “I think you know.”

You smirk back, nodding, “tell me when.”

He nods, gripping your hips as you ride him a moment more, “S-sh- okay.”

You get off of him, getting on your knees as you tilt your head back, opening wide as you stick your tongue out for him to coat the metal call on your tongue white.

He stroke himself, groaning as he never takes his eyes off of you, “So beautiful.” You smile and swallow, licking your lips before leaning up to suck him clean.

“S-shit.” His knees buckle and he laughs slightly, “that was..” he runs hand through his hand and helps you to your feet, “Please don’t leave just yet.”

You wipe the corner of your mouth and shrug, “Is it bad to say that I don’t want to leave.”

He shakes his head, “Not at all.”

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faetreides · 27 days

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summary: racer!john b x s/o!reader x racer!jj

cw: dom/sub undertones, spanking, dp in one hole, goes without saying but… unrealistic sex lol, threesome, armpit action (jj with john b), BOYS KISSING 😨, written in the middle of night while watching the powerpuff girls so once again don’t think just vibe, f1 racer john b & jj coded but i didn’t care enough to make it super accurate 💀, fucking on the hood of a car, possibly ooc since this is my 2nd obx piece, implications of plus sized reader

wc: 999

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“C’mon dude, be careful, ‘m gonna hit my head on the windshield if you don’t slow down.” JJ moans, lazily sucking your tongue. Every one of John B’s thrusts sends you further up the hood of his race car, which the three of you are recklessly fucking on top of. They just wanted to celebrate their positions on the podium with their biggest fan.

The garage in which the car is being kept is so cold your nipples could fall off, but the body heat being shared between the three of you will probably keep it at bay. Probably.

Both John B and JJ were drenched in sweat and some kind of grease, the smell only makes your pussy clench tighter around JJ, his hips shoot up in surprise.

“Oh F-fuck! Just like that, mama~ So tight….”

John B’s pace in your ass slows so he can smack JJ upside the back of his head, “Told you to be fuckin’ quiet, don’t wanna get your bare ass on the news, maybank.”

Before JJ can retort that he very much would not mind him accidentally mooning whatever poor race track employee stumbles upon them, John B is grabbing his hair in one fist with the hand that’s not clutching at your fat ass and shoving his smug face into his hairy armpit.

The lesson does nothing, like usual, JJ just moans as his boyfriend’s strong musk invades his senses. He can wet smacking sounds that are obviously you and John B making out while John B rams your asshole. Since JJ already came before the two of you earlier, he busies himself with cleaning John B’s armpit and weakly slapping his balls against you when the friction fades away too much.

“Always yapping our baby’s ear off for no reason, when you know what else your mouth should be doing instead.”

The unabashed freakish behavior tests John B’s resolve, and he slaps JJ’s face to signal him to stop so he can drag him into a sticky kiss. Your clit throbs at your favorite sight of your boyfriend’s tongues curling around each other, especially when the string of spit that connects them when they pull away snaps and falls on your face.

You’re suddenly taken hostage into a threeway french kiss, which you pull away from to gasp when out of nowhere John B gropes your jiggling ass before harshly spanking it. You moan and try to stick your hips out as far as possible in your sandwiched position, earning you more rough spanks that leave the flesh stinging like hell. Just what you wanted, with a red handprint to match too.

“Yeah I know you like that, baby. This pretty little ass looks so good in red.” John B coos, smoothing his hand over the raw skin to soothe the welcome pain.

JJ pouts at the display, despite his cock seeming to harden inside of your creamy cunt. You lean down to suck on his nipples to placate him, silently communicating that he always gets spanked after you anyway.

JJ threads his hands into your hair, making sure you keep his chest lookin’ pretty as he mentally prepares himself to start fucking up into you again. You’re just so heavenly and wet and warm and tight, he really does think you were put on this earth to drain the life outta him via his balls.

John B’s warning glare stops him, and when he obeys and keeps his hips still, the former’s gaze softens and JJ’s rewarded with a soft kiss on his forehead.

John B slowly eases out of your throughougly fucked ass, his thick tip catching on the puffy rim. You look over your shoulder to watch as he gives his stupidly big cock a few quick pumps before aiming the head at your stretched pussy. You nod and bite your lip when he shoots you a questioning look, having been together so long at this point that none of the three of you really needed any words to speak to each other.

The look of sheer excitement on JJ’s face when he feels the other man’s cock slide up along his inside of you is almost better than how pleased your greedy hole is.

“Oh shit, are you sure you can take it, mama? You’re already shaking over me, ‘s cute.”

“They’re doing just fine, aren’t you, peach? So good for us, our little cheerleader.” John B answers for you, you moan out a ‘yes, babe i can always take it’ to JJ as you get used to the stretch.

You don’t indulge in this often, and truth be told your boyfriends are usually hesitant to give you both of their dicks. Winning never fails to get them so horny that they’d be willing to listen to the devils on their shoulders that are their cockheads though. It’s why you always run to jump in their arms with an extra pep in your step when they break through the crowd of press and racing personnel.

You wiggle your hips to indicate that they can move, and they start fucking with gentle thrusts. They speed up their pace soon after, both of your boyfriend’s moaning at the feeling of their cocks rubbing together inside of you. Not one of you is thinking coherently, you’re all too preoccupied with panting into each other’s mouths and scratching red lines down whatever parts of your sweaty bodies you can reach.

It’s a miracle you and JJ don’t slip off of his car’s hood, there’s countless kinds of fluids all over you and you depend on John B behind you to hold you up. JJ’s too fucked out to down to earth. You suck bruises into his neck when he throws it back against the car as John B hunches over to bite down your back.

Two sets of hands toy with your fat clit, and your orgasm makes you black out so hard that you miss the questioning shouts outside.

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bombuni · 2 months

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Hii I hope ur doing well!!

Thoughts on overstimming puppy yuyu? Maybe making him fuck u after too now that he’s all sensitive hehe 💞

contains: nsfw, puppy!sub!yunho, overstim, fem!soft dom!reader

minors dni

Omggg hehe overstimming with puppy Yunho would go one of two ways:

a.) He’s so eager at the thought of fucking you, getting excited and leaking pre-cum already with you just tugging on his floppy ears. But the second his tip slides in, he’s thrusting deep into you and spilling inside. He’s so embarrassed with his blushy face and sad ears, but he can’t help himself because you were just made for him to breed you!! So instead of sulking for cumming too fast, he keeps fucking you even tho he’s shaking on top of you and whining so loud the neighbors will hear. He keeps telling you it’s for you, to make you happy with his pups, but he just really doesn’t wanna leave your pussy until it’s full to the brim. He’s not stopping until you’re both whiny, sloppy, sweaty messes.

Or b.) He’s been naughty :( you’ve been ignoring him for work and most of the time it feels like he needs you to just survive, so he’s a little snappy with you when you give him attention again. Of course, he immediately apologizes when you’re taken aback (because he can’t handle seeing a frown on your face for even a second). However, he knows when he’s naughty he’s going to be punished so he totally did that on purpose!!! It shows when his tail is wagging full speed as you sit him down on the couch and take his sweats off. Yun’s so happy that you’re finally here with him and giving him your full, undivided attention after a week of no cuddles or kisses. However, he forgets that this is a punishment.

You gently pull his cute dick out of his briefs, Yunho already whining under you. “Hush, baby,” you mutter. He grumbles in return, but listens. You use the droplets of cum already forming on his cockhead to stroke him, watching him fall apart slowly. He’s a panting mess already, letting out a pornographic moan when your other hand comes up to stroke his tail. “Puppyyy, I’m gonna-“ His hips buck one final time, and before he can even finish his sentence you take your hand away. He opens his teary eyes, “But-“

“This is a punishment, remember? I’m not gonna let you come until you’ve learned your lesson,” You so want to kiss the pout on his face away, but he’s already spoiled enough as it is. His ears flatten against his head at your words, “Ok. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll behave,” You giggle at his small tantrum, “Have you really?”

He realizes that he really, really hasn’t when you give him what he wants x100. After the 4th time he’s came inside you, you move his shaking body so you’re on top and facing him, not once taking his cock out. He whines when you bounce once, voice so broken and hoarse it almost makes you pity him. Almost. “I c-can’t, puppy, no more,” he whispers with tears in his eyes. You bounce again and he shrinks in embarrassment when his hips buck up again. He shrinks even more under you when you run your hands over his chest, thumbs playing with his nipples. “S-sensitive, don’t…” he says weakly because he knows that he’s been bad and bad puppies have to take their punishment :(

You pick up the speed, his cum and yours mixing and making a mess between you. His big hands are firmly holding your hips, a weak attempt at stopping the intense pleasure. “Are you gonna be good from now on? Hmm? Wait for me to take care of my puppy?” He nods, unable to form words but still wanting to please you. You know it’ll only it make things worse for him, but his tears threatening to spill are far too cute to resist. Reaching up, you scratch at his sensitive floppy ears and coo at him, “Because you know I always do. Puppy needs to be patient,” With that he cums, hard. His cock is deep inside you and there’s no more room for the cum to go as it overflows between you, dripping down your thighs and onto the bed. It looks like Yunho has yet to come back down to Earth until you pinch his cheek and he jolts to life. “You okay, baby?” He nods silently, tail wagging and smile growing at the sight of your sweaty face and cum covered body, “Think I learned my lesson,”

#thanks anon! :3 #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #jeong yunho #yunho x reader #yunho x you #yunho smut #yunho imagines #ateez oneshot #ateez fanfic

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nsfw alphabet - white and gold!matty x reader

(mdni) this au has taken over my brain so you can all have a little a lot of filth. as a treat. white and gold isn't required reading but it's recommended. 3856 words.

warnings (mentions of): dom/sub dynamics, praise, cumplay, breeding kink, masturbation, drug use, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, spanking, exhibitionism, overstimulation

a - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

god he’s the sweetest. he’s obsessed with you, absolutely worships you every time you finish. if it’s been particularly rough, he’ll be even sweeter, kissing all over your body; gentle touches as he cleans you up; lots of reassurances. he overflows with good girl’s and did so well for me’s and so, so perfect’s.

his favourite thing, though, is putting you in his clothes after. especially early on, before you have a drawer or any clothes at his place, it’s pretty routine for you to fall asleep in one of his shirts, and the sight of you drives him crazy every time.

b - body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his (and your) favourite part of him is his chest. he works fucking hard to look like that, and you’re quickly learning how hard. he tries his best not to wake you when he gets up at the actual asscrack of dawn to go for a run or to the gym, but he’s almost never successful. catching him coming back from the gym, though, is always a fucking treat, drenched with sweat and panting as you practically rip his clothes off. and he’s a vain little fucker who loves attention, so even in winter he’ll just turn the heat up and go shirtless, gratuitously flexing so you can ogle the muscles of his chest, his defined v-line, the trail of hair that licks down into his waistband. you leave bruises there whenever you get the chance <3

cliche as it sounds, matty loves your tits. he’ll buy you new bras just to rip them off you and bury his face between your tits. every time you fuck, he pays them special attention, kissing and licking and sucking and biting until you’re a soaking wet mess under his hands. one day he swears he’ll make you cum just from that.

c - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

oh that man has the biggest breeding kink. he’s kind of insane for it actually. he’ll cum inside you every chance he gets, fucking beg for you to let him. “please, baby,” he’s practically whining. “wanna cum in your pretty cunt. need it. wanna stuff you full, make you mine forever.” you can never resist him, locking your legs around his waist and holding him in place as he spills deep inside you.

the sight of you with his cum dripping down your thighs drives him crazy, never mind watching you collect it on your fingers and clean it up with your mouth. he always wants to finger it back into you, kissing the oversensitive whines out of your mouth and muttering about how he’s “gonna fuck a baby into you, yeah? gotta get it all, okay? make sure it takes.”

d - dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’ll never give back that pair of panties you slipped him at the dinner. entirely distracted, he’d forgotten all about them until you went home the next day and he went to throw his clothes in the laundry and found the scrap of lace in his pocket. for some reason, he can’t bring himself to put them in the wash, leaving them crumpled on the dresser and sitting at the back of his mind when he takes you out for lunch. when he gets home, the scent of your perfume and the red of your lipstick lingering on him, he stares at them for minutes, trying to convince himself that he’s not a horny teenager anymore and he shouldn’t.

then he remembers the look on your face when you handed them to him, remembers your dress sliding to the floor and leaving you naked and dripping wet for him, and his control breaks. the lace scrapes harshly against his tender skin as he pumps himself furiously, and he cums embarrassingly quick with your name on his lips.

e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

oh, he knows. and he’ll never stop reminding you. he loves hearing you moan how good he is, how he’s the best you’ve ever had (“‘m the best you’ll ever have,” he corrects), how he’s ruined you for other men. any time you want to try something new, he’ll talk you through it all sweet and gentle; “s’okay, baby. daddy’s gonna take good care of you, promise. such a good, sweet girl for me.”

if he ever even catches wind of a time you’ve had bad or even unsatisfying sex, he’ll take it upon himself to replace the memory, disparaging all the ‘pathetic boys’ you’ve fucked before him. he’s obscenely jealous, adoring your assurances that you’re his girl, that nobody else could ever compare. sometimes, he’ll ask whether you’ve ever tried something, just so he can “show you how it should really feel,” if you have and be your first if you haven’t.

g - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they more humorous? etc.)

one thing you do teach him is how not to take himself so seriously every time you have sex. “doesn’t have to be so intense all the time,” you tease. “it’s okay if you laugh sometimes. m’not gonna turn to stone.” he doesn’t really take it on board until the first time you get high with him. by now, you have a key to his place, letting yourself in in the early hours of a sunday morning, having come home for a friend’s birthday. he’s on the sofa, lit spliff dangling from his lips, and he practically jumps out of his skin seeing you. a little tipsy, you climb over the sofa and snatch it from him, pulling deeply before he can even react.

both of you stoned, he’s more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, free from the tension that strings him tight in his day-to-day. you climb into his lap, kissing him messily between giggles and grinding your hips down against him. when you fuck, it’s slow, indulgent, both of you laughing breathlessly as you fumble out of your clothes, matty’s fingers tangled up in your hair. later, you tell him it might be your favourite memory of the two of you. when he asks why, you shrug. “i dunno. like seeing you laugh when we’re like that. don’t always need it to be such an event, you know?”

h - hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

gonna be real something about this question squicks me out i think it’s the phrase ‘does the carpet match the drapes’ like that is gross

i will say that he could not fucking care less whether you’re shaved. the first time he catches you unawares, surprising you with a visit to your uni flat, you stutter an embarrassed apology. he stops you with a glare, muttering about how “only pathetic boys care about that. pathetic boys who don’t deserve to look at you, don’t deserve to even think about your pretty cunt.” then he has you sit on his face still in your short skirt and shows you exactly how little he cares <3

i - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.)

you wouldn’t have guessed it, but he really is quite a romantic. he loves fucking you missionary, watching your face as you take him, pure adoration in his eyes. he’ll never stop murmuring how beautiful you are, how lucky he is to have you, how you’re made for each other, thick, heady pulses of heat and desire and something more washing over you every time.

the first time you fuck after saying i love you, he uses the words every chance he gets: between breathy, wet kisses; against your skin as he traces his tongue down your body; tracing the words with a finger while he fucks you. when he dips his head between your legs, you can feel him spelling the words with his tongue in your cunt, helpless moans falling from your lips as you roll your hips wildly against his mouth.

j - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he’s away a lot, always on some important business trip or other, and it drives you mental. somehow, it’s impossible to find more than a few snatched days where you’re back from uni and he’s in your city. so he spends a lot of nights in hotel beds with a hand around his cock and thoughts of you circling his mind. the first time you catch him in the act, it’s an accident — you’re only calling because you miss him, but the low pitch of his voice and his soft groan when you say his name give him away quickly.

“are you getting off, daddy?” his quiet moan is enough of a yes. “are you thinking of me?”

“always think of you, princess.” his words send a bolt of heat straight to your core. knowing you’re the object of his fantasies, the only object, turns you on beyond belief. “wish i could have you right now. need my girl all spread out for me, need to make her feel so fucking good.”

your hand has already found its way into your panties, wetness pooling against your fingers. “what would you do to me if i was there?”

k - kink (one or more of their kinks)

oh, it’s a long list. he introduces you to almost everything; you trust him to keep you safe through it all, so you’ll try anything once. somno, cumplay, bondage, edging and breeding feature most frequently, sometimes all at once, you flush to think of. more than anything, though, he loves being your daddy, practically blacking out the first time you use the word.

and then there’s corruption. corruption corruption corruption! he fucking loves reminding you about your age gap, loves moaning how you’re such a good girl letting a dirty old man ruin you. you love to tease him with it, playing up your innocence with wide eyes and pouting lips.

or the time he spanked you with a belt, bent over his desk after hours at the office. but that’s a story for another day…

l - location (favourite place to do the do)

despite your complaints about adventure, he’ll always love having you in his bed the best. he’s so possessive, nothing compares to seeing you naked and breathless and soaked against his sheets. he’ll spend long moments just watching you like that, committing the sight perfectly to memory before he makes you his over and over again.

m - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

everything you do turns him on, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t adore you making yourself at home at his place. being a homemaker is in your nature, and it drives him wild to come home and see you cooking or cleaning for him.

the only thing missing, he thinks, is a ring sparkling on your finger and his last name joining your first. he tells you as much when he bends you over the kitchen table, rucking your skirt up around your hips and filling you in one stroke. “god, look so good actin’ like my little housewife, princess. can’t wait to come home to you every single fuckin’ day.” he punctuates the last words with deep, hard thrusts. “‘m never lettin’ you go, angel. gonna marry you, make you mine forever.” you can’t hold back a moan as you nod furiously. “you like that? yeah? c’mon, mrs. healy, cum for me.”

n - no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

he’d never share you, so a threesome is off the table. he’s too obsessed with you, too possessive over you, the idea of watching someone else put their hands on you frankly horrifying. you bring it up once, more for curiosity’s sake, a somewhat stereotypical college experience you’ve never had, and he shoots it down immediately. “don’t wanna let anyone else touch you. they don’t deserve it.” he says, a little sullen that you’d even consider it.

“what about another girl?” you suggest, wondering if, like so many men, the fantasy has crossed his mind.

“don’t care about other girls,” he answers without hesitation. “you’re the only girl i want or need. forever, yeah?” he squeezes your hand, and you can’t really argue with that, can you?

o - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

as much as he loves seeing you on your knees with your lips stretched around his cock, his favourite place to be is between your thighs. you’ve never dated a man who liked to give oral before, but matty actively gets off on it, moaning into your cunt as he fucking devours you. it’s his favourite way to wake you, pleasure pooling at the base of your spine while you’re still hazy with sleep.

“couldn’t resist,” he murmurs from under the blanket, pressing kisses to the insides of your thighs as you squirm. “looked so fuckin’ pretty, and you taste so sweet. can’t get enough of this pussy, angel.”

p - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he likes it rough because you like it rough. the man fucking lives to make you happy, any way he can. any way he can make you a drooling mess on his cock. as much as he protests about being “too old for this, darling,” he’ll fuck you anywhere if you beg pretty enough, holding you up against the wall and rutting wildly against you, sometimes with a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises.

when you do go slow, it’s intense. he’ll tease you with it, stuffing you full and just keeping you there, belly coiled tight as you clench and squirm, urging him to fucking move. slow, languid strokes, gentle touches over the most sensitive parts of your body, your legs shaking as you plead and whine. “so impatient,” he tuts. “don’t you trust me, baby? i’ll get you there.”

q - quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’ll almost never initiate them. he’d rather tease, get you desperate and needy and spend his time taking you apart. you’re better than a quick, quiet fuck in a grotty little bathroom to him. you see it differently, more into the instant gratification of pulling him aside in secret. he’s more amenable to it while you’re still a secret, those snatched moments sometimes your only chances to be with him.

you’ll never stop trying, though, teasing him until he’s groaning that you’re “such a needy little slut. can’t even wait ‘til we get home, hm? need me to bend you over in public, make sure everyone knows what a dirty girl you are?” you’ll stumble back into the party, sated and so dazed you're seeing stars, and squirm at his cum pooling in your underwear and the knowledge that he’s going to punish you for being a brat later.

r - risk ( are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

like i said, the pair of you will try anything once. temperature play? blindfolding? anal? check, check, check. at the start, you’re a little shy about it, murmuring about how you “saw this thing i think i wanna try.” generally, though, you’re the risk-taker, crawling under his desk before an important meeting and doing everything you can to make him lose control with your mouth.

“such a dirty girl,” he murmurs when you’re finally left alone. “what would people think, knowing my pretty girlfriend’s down there drooling around my dick, hm? my little exhibitionist, bet you’re dripping thinkin’ about everyone finding out what a slut you are for me.” he forces you back onto your knees under the desk at a light tap on the door. “can stay down there and keep me warm ‘til i’m done, yeah?” matty smirks, and you shudder as you obey.

“come on in.”

s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

even though you love to tease him about being old, sometimes you struggle to keep up with him. matty devotes himself to making you cum at least twice almost every time he gets you off, whether with his fingers, his mouth or his cock.

you’re almost in awe of how long he can give oral; your jaw aches for hours after giving a blowjob, but he’ll pin your hips down and bury his tongue inside you for what feels like eternity. you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve cum at this point, floating freely in a sea of bliss as sensation wracks every limb. “doin’ so good, princess,” matty says, lips and chin absolutely soaked in you. “can you take one more?”

“can’t. s’too much, daddy, please!”

he only laughs. “yes, you can. be a good girl for daddy, yeah? gonna take as many as i want you to, okay?” you moan. “words, angel.”

“can take it, daddy,” you whine, every nerve in your body on fire. “‘m your good girl. do whatever you want,” you slur.

“that’s right,” matty murmurs, dipping his head back between your legs, his tongue sending heat pulsing under your skin. “whatever i want.”

t - toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he loves spoiling you to an almost ridiculous degree. nearly every time he goes away, a tastefully-wrapped little box finds its way to your doorstep. you tease him with pictures and videos of you using them while he’s gone, attaching a message that it’s still not as good as you :(

when he comes home, he’ll use them on you, edging you for hours with intense vibrations on your clit and dragging it over your body while you squirm and plead, tears pooling in your eyes.

one day, you find that his interest in toys doesn’t stop at you. there’s a shoebox tucked innocuously under his bed that you open curiously, flushing ruby-woo-red at the contents. “found something earlier, daddy,” you murmur against his lips, your skirt splayed out over his lap as you make out lazily at the edge of the bed.

matty chuckles. “what’d you find, princess?”

wordlessly, you tug the box out and set it on the bed next to you. he swallows thickly, not meeting your eyes. “do you use all of this stuff, daddy?”

“i- i used to,” he stammers, nervous in a way you’ve never seen him.

“did they make you feel good?” he nods. “can i use them on you?” shuddering, he nods again, and you resist the urge to clap your hands. “oh, this is gonna be so much fun. what do you wanna try first?”

u - unfair (how much they like to tease)

so much. he’s practically evil. he’s better at controlling himself than you, able to torture you in public for hours on end without so much as displacing a hair.

his fingers rub circles into your thigh, inching closer and closer to where you need them as you press up against him. “daddy, please don’t tease,” you whisper as loud as you dare.

he clicks his tongue. “be patient, baby. good girls get what they want,” he promises, running a finger over the lace between your legs.

you’re a desperate, needy mess by the time he finally touches you, the contact electric and buzzing under your skin. “was patient, daddy,” you whine. “please.”

v - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

another reason he doesn’t so much go for quickies —- you learn fast that he’s very vocal, liberal with praise that falls fluidly from his lips. you wish you could bottle up the sound of his moans, play it on loop like a favourite record. your favourite sounds, though, are the ones he makes unconsciously, when he’s dreaming of you. he’ll murmur your name, hips grinding against your ass, quiet moans and sounds you could only describe as whimpers spilling from his lips. you wake him up with your cunt stretched around his cock nearly every time.

w - wild card (a random headcanon)

it doesn’t come out very often, but he has a submissive side. the first time you find it, you’re spread out on his tongue, moaning how good he is, how amazing you feel as you cum against his mouth. “did i do good?” he asks, eyes shining. it’s a sentiment you know well, and the power of having it directed at you is heady.

“so good, daddy,” you murmur, scratching your nails over his scalp in reward and savouring the way he shudders under your touch. something about using the epithet as he melts under your hands is intoxicating. he’s patient, still, even as his body hums with nervous energy. “you needy, daddy? want me to take care of you?” you tease, pushing him down on the bed and straddling him. “don’t worry,” you say, slowly lowering yourself down on him. “i learned from the best.”

x - x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

there’s no polite way to say it; he’s fucking huge. your eyes roll back in your head when he fills you completely, cunt stretched around him. you giggle with your friends, spilling stories of your adventures, of screaming orgasms and being so sore you can barely walk, to their whines of jealousy.

besides that, though, he looks like he’s been sculpted by the fucking gods, all marble skin and defined muscle wrapped up in designer suits. he knows his tattoos drive you crazy, too, grinning as you kiss and lick at them when you’re working your way down his body.

y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

so high. he’s like a horny teenager. he wants you all the fucking time, every little thing you do driving him wild. you giggle and joke about how eager he is, “for a man your age,” and he pinches your ass for being cheeky. it works out great, though, because you want him all the time. most of the time, you fuck until he’s satisfied, and you love being made to take it, being a little toy for him.

z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

he’s a worrier, you notice pretty quickly. he’ll always make sure you’re okay, fussing sweetly over you as your eyes close and you cuddle into him. sometimes you’ll wake up to him tossing and turning, still wide awake. “are you okay, matty?”

he smiles softly. “‘m fine, angel. go back to sleep. sorry i woke you.”

“not if you can’t sleep,” you pout. “always sleep so good next to you. not fair if you don’t get that,” you frown, kissing softly at the corners of his mouth.

“such a sweet girl,” he murmurs fondly. “think a brew might help, if you’re up for it?” you take his hand and let him lead you into the kitchen, sitting at the table with a hot chocolate (tea, blech). the pair of you talk long into the night, and it becomes something of a habit when he struggles getting to sleep.

#this was soo fun i should do more silly little fics like this yay #some of these will be expanded into full fics in the coming weeks... watch out!#matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #matty healy imagine #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #writing #smut #white and gold

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subskz · 3 months

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hii :) my first time ever sending an ask on here but what do you think skz safewording would be like?

hihi ^_^ welcome!

slight warning for mentions of crying and subdrop!

chan - usually, it’d take a lot for channie to reach the point of safewording. he can endure almost anything if it’s for you, and he hates the idea of disappointing you in any way, no matter how many times you tell him that you’d never be disappointed over him prioritizing his comfort. he can’t help but wanna put you first, so a lot of the time he’s genuinely fine as long as you are. however, channie is a naturally soft sub and really craves being taken care of. on days where he desperately needs that gentle dynamic, he might still agree to a rougher scene without question if that’s what you’re in the mood for, and he takes as much of it as he can for you even when he knows he’s not in the right headspace. you can tell right away when he’s out of it though, his reactions are delayed and his eyes have a far-off look to them, and not in a good way. you’d probably need to be the one to drag it out of him instead of him safewording himself, which always gets him a gentle scolding bc the last thing you want is for him to force himself. he feels immensely guilty for it and may even start to cry. not necessarily bc you hurt him, but bc he feels so vulnerable and frustrated w himself, like he ruined things for you. he tries to reassure you that he’s okay even as his tears spill over, he apologizes a lot and has a hard time facing you out of shame. but the moment you take him in your arms, he calms down instantly. he nuzzles into your neck and lets your sweet words reassure him, reminding him that he’s not just there to be of use to you. he’s extra extra clingy afterwards and would either want to continue w a softer scene, or if it’s a full subdrop, he just needs to be held and looked after by you, reminded that he’s safe. lots of kisses and cuddles and praises as you attend to any sore spots on his body, wash him up, and give him snacks and water. he basks in every bit of being babied by you, even if it makes him shy

what he needs most after: words of affirmation, to be babied/cared for

lino - he also rarely safewords—probably the least out of all the boys—but not exactly for the same reasons as chan. minho can already have some trouble w the vulnerability that subbing entails, so having to admit to you when the play gets too rough for him is a challenge. it makes him feel kinda weak and insecure, esp since a lot of the time, he’s the one who asked for it in the first place by bratting out so that you’d punish him. his reactions and body language would let you know when smth’s up with him before he actually communicates it. he’s less playful, less provocative, and he goes very silent. it’s not uncommon for him to go nonverbal when he’s deep in subspace, but in this case he stops making any noise in general, like he’s purposely holding back his voice. that subtle difference tells you that smth’s off. sometimes you have to prompt him a bit to see what’s wrong, other times his safeword quietly slips out. he also might prefer a safe gesture over a word so he doesn’t actually have to say it, it makes it more comfortable for him to express that he needs a break. he makes sure you know he’s okay, but doesn’t immediately fall into you for comfort. he’d need a few moments for himself, just to come back to his senses, process what he’s feeling, and become a little grounded again. afterwards, he still doesn’t say much and doesn’t really need words of affirmation, but he needs to feel close to you, he doesn’t even try to hide it. he nuzzles his face into you like a cat, rests his forehead on your shoulder humming softly, locks your fingers together/strokes your hand, and throws his leg over you to trap you close to him. a lot of the time he safewords bc he feels far away from you, like the sex had become cold or emotionless, so he just needs a reminder that he’s still loved by you

what he needs most after: to quietly sort out his thoughts, to feel close to you

binnie - most of the time when binnie’s safewording, it’s more of a physical reason than emotional. he’s got a bit of pride too, so initially he feels kinda embarrassed letting you know that smth hurts too much for him to continue or that he’s too overwhelmed to take it anymore. but his pain tolerance isn’t the best, so even if he wanted to he wouldn’t be able to hold it in for long before the word slips out. it’s usually very sudden, like one slap or stroke too much is the breaking point. in the case of degradation/humiliation, he’d say it a lot sooner bc that would be one of the quickest ways for him to feel uncomfortable w a scene if it goes too far. despite the way he squeaks out his safeword in a panic, binnie tries his best to be lighthearted abt it afterwards. he doesn’t want it to be a big deal, bc he knows that these things happen and the last thing he wants is to make you feel guilty for possibly hurting/upsetting him. he handles it so sweetly and maturely, maybe joking w you a lil bit too so that you know he’s okay, whining smth like “that hurt y’know~ i know i’m strong but i can’t help being weak for you~” and playing up his cuteness just to lift your spirits. though he tries to brush it off as nothing serious for your sake, that isn’t to say he doesn’t need comfort himself. if he reached the point of safewording, he’s in a fragile state of mind and he makes it no secret how much he wants to be looked after by you. he needs lots and lots of praise, he needs to hear that he did so well for you and how proud you are of him for enduring it. he’ll let you fuss over him w no complaints, enjoying every bit of being coddled and cared for, letting out the sweetest little hums and wiggling happily when you kiss his sore spots and rub soothing cream on his skin

what he needs most after: praise/affection, to be pampered and relax together

hyunjin - i think hyune is the type to like more intense play than most of the other boys (not all the time, he can very much be a soft sub too! but he’s also a huge masochist) so safewording might be a more common occurence for him bc there will inevitably be more instances where the scene gets too overwhelming for him, or he just isn’t in the right headspace for it. usually he’s the one begging you to go harder, to be meaner to him until he’s covered in marks and bruises and maybe even some degrading words written on his body. but he needs a lot of aftercare bc as much as he lives for being under your complete control like that, he can get very stuck in his head once the haze clears—overthinking and mentally degrading himself for being so gross and needy asking you to do all these things to him. sometimes those insecure thoughts surface in the middle of a scene, and sometimes the pain simply becomes too much for him to enjoy. his emotions show all over his face so more often than not, you can realize smth’s wrong before he even says anything, maybe even before he himself realizes it. he’d be very prone to crying after he safewords—whether out of relief, guilt, embarrassment, or just a need to let his emotions loose. he needs to he treated w a lot of care and gentleness. as rough as jinnie likes it, he still has a sensitive heart. he needs to feel safe and secure, all he really wants is for you to clean him up and hold him until he feels grounded again. but if he’s already feeling self-conscious abt asking so much of you, what he needs most of all is reassurance. lots of validation and words of comfort just so he can come back to his senses and stop convincing himself that he’s messed everything up or that you’re upset with him. he’s also very physically clingy!! if he doesn’t have any injuries/sore spots to attend to then everything else can wait in that moment, he just wants to cling to you and hear your murmur sweet words in his ear

what he needs most after: physical comfort, reassurance and communication

jisung - he is very vocal abt his needs and desires so communication is rarely an issue between you two! hannie’s eager reactions always let you know what he does and doesn’t like (and chances are, he likes most things lol) so it’s not a common occurence for him to get to the point of safewording. i think he’d be most likely to on days where he feels out of it, kinda like chan. maybe he thought he wanted you to be mean to him, to tie him up so that he can’t touch you, degrade him and rough him up bc he usually loves it. hearing you talk down to him, yanking at his hair, pushing his face into the mattress relieves his stress and excites him like nothing else, so he’s always a bit confused when he suddenly doesn’t feel right in the middle of it. hannie also has a lot of soft sub tendencies and loves being spoiled, so on days where he isn’t feeling his best, he thinks it’ll make him all better to just let you take control. but once the scene actually starts he realizes midway that what he really needs is to be taken care of gently. the moment you say smth that’s a lil to cruel or make his skin sting a lil too much, he safewords. he doesn’t understand why he feels so sensitive out of nowhere and that just upsets him more, he’d often cry after safewording like chan and hyunjin bc he feels so overwhelmed and weirdly guilty/ashamed, like he’s disappointed you. all it takes is the sight of your worried face as you ask him what’s wrong, and he bursts into tears. he falls into a very vulnerable headspace and needs a lot of comfort from you during aftercare, both physical and verbal. he asks a lot of questions to make sure everything’s okay like “i’m still your good boy, right? you’re not sad, right?” he becomes even clingier than usual, you physically cannot peel him off of you and no amount of kisses is enough for him!

what he needs most after: words of praise/reassurance, to be babied

felix - i think lixie is a very flexible sub who either wants it very soft or very rough depending on his mood. he’s very experimental and always curious to explore new things, so most of the time he’s the one asking you to try out harder or more unconventional kinks. even when you’re doing a rough scene or when ur nervous abt trying out smth new, he keeps a sweet air of playfulness that makes you both feel comfortable. he doesn’t safeword often, but when you’re experimenting there will inevitably be times where smth doesn’t go as planned. he takes a moment or two to process his thoughts before saying it, esp when he’s deep in subspace and thinking doesn’t come as easy—he’s very dependent on you. sometimes, you have to be the one to make the decision if you notice smth’s off w him. he rasps out his safeword very suddenly and, if he’s not restrained, reaches out for you like a reflex to hold on to you. lix is another one of the boys who’d likely start to cry afterwards, almost the instant he says it tears well up in his eyes. it’s usually bc he’s overwhelmed, but he also can’t help but beat himself up inside for asking so much of you, then changing his mind once you try it. he clings to you immediately and apologizes a lot, sweet angel would try telling you he’s okay even w tears streaming down his face. comforting him might make him cry even more bc he realizes how safe and loved he is w you, and that just makes him more emotional. though he cries a lot, it’s a very cathartic release and he’s usually back to his bright, sunny self after you hold him for a while, shower him in affection, and wash up together. he’d like doing smth fun afterwards like playing video games or cooking/baking to feel more like himself again

what he needs most after: physical affection, to spend time with you

seungmin - he’s another one of the boys who doesn’t safeword often, bc seungmo is very aware his boundaries from the get-go. he’s diligent enough to anticipate what he would and wouldn’t be okay with, and makes sure to be clear abt it. that being said, you can’t always predict everything that’ll happen during sex, so there may be rare occasions where smth goes too far. he’s calm abt it for the most part. it’s very matter-of-fact and he doesn’t treat it as a big deal, just utters the word quietly so you can know he needs to stop (he may also prefer a safe gesture like lino) sweetheart seungmo made sure to learn all abt the right affirmations to say to you in a situation like this, bc he knows it can make you feel just as bad or guilty as him if a scene goes wrong. even when he’s a bit dazed and disoriented himself, he still takes your feelings into consideration. the first thing he does is tell you that he’s okay, he isn’t upset w you, and that he isn’t badly hurt. he might need a moment to compose himself and steady his mind, but he definitely still wants to be close w you afterwards. other than physical discomfort, his main reason for safewording is usually bc he feels distanced from you, esp if you were hard domming him in way that felt detached. he can handle harder dynamics only as long as he feels that the love and care are still there. once he’s calmed down a bit, he’s a bit quiet bc he feels self-conscious abt what happened, even when it’s nobody’s fault. his go-to method of aftercare is to take a nice warm shower/bath together, and though it makes him shy, you notice him allowing you to coddle him more than he usually does. he softly murmurs that you don’t have to, but he still lets you fuss over him w no resistance as you wash his hair and body, leaning in to your touch and letting his eyes flutter shut blissfully. you can see him soften little by little as you clean him up, and he eventually lets loose enough to talk abt it properly in case there’s anything to change in the future

what he needs most after: domesticity, to feel cared for/cherished

jeongin - innie doesn’t have a lot of trouble actually saying his safeword, a lot of the time when you try new things out together he might impulsively say it in a moment of panic bc he’s nervous, then change his mind once he relaxes again. when he feels unsafe or uncomfortable w something, it slips out pretty quickly without him needing to think much abt it, like a reflex. the color system would probably work best w him so he can warn you with “yellow” instead of immediately jumping to his safeword to stop the scene, bc he gets a bit embarrassed once he realizes he just needed things to slow down a bit and not completely stop. though innie might have the least trouble setting that boundary out of all the boys, funnily enough, he tends to beat himself up over it the most, second only to chan. he’s curious abt trying new things, always itching for you to experiment new kinks w him, so when he starts to get cold feet abt smth that he asked you for, he feels very silly, ashamed, and frustrated w himself. he avoids your gaze after safewording and has a hard time answering your questions abt what’s wrong/what he needs from you, bc he feels so guilty for not being able to handle it, he doesn’t think he deserves your concern on top of that. innie always wants to impress you, especially if you’re more experienced than him, so he can’t help but take a childish approach to his mistakes. you can tell when he’s inwardly berating himself bc he gets very quiet, letting you fuss over him and hold him without any complaints, only ever really speaking up to apologize to you. it’s one of the few times he really seeks skinship from you, but what matters more to him than that is your spoken reassurances. he needs to know that he hasn’t disappointed you, and hearing you praise him for how well he did is a definite way to lift his spirits. focus on the positives, tell him how proud you are of him, and that you can always try again when he feels ready for it. the best aftercare for him is doing things to take his mind off of the embarrassment, like carrying on with your day once you’re both cleaned up and doing fun things together like playing video games, going shopping, or going out to eat until he feels like his normal self again

what he needs most after: praise, to distract himself and spend time with you

#ask #💌 skz

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spideyhexx · 4 months

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i will not telling my truth. SUB CORYO CUZ HES A LITTLE WHORE THATS DOWN BAD IDC HOW DOMINANT HE WANTS TO BE

speak your truth <3 and since you've mentioned him being a little whore, imagine getting him to admit that to you?

mdni

You're sitting in one of your lush pink velvet chairs in your penthouse in the capitol. It's probably damp from your wetness and Coryo's tears as he continues to beg for just a lick, just a taste of you.

But you won't let him, not yet at least. He didn't even do anything wrong to deserve this. Coryo had wracked his brain to think about how he could've misbehaved in your eyes, but the truth is, he was being such a good boy for you. You simply just loved seeing him in this state.

You had him on his knees between your legs, his head resting against your knee as you made him watch you touch yourself.

You showed him what you do when he can't be there, how your fingers don't even touch the right sweet spot that he always did. The praise would get him going to the point you feel his hand start to rub your thigh and you swat it away, giving a harsh tug to his hair.

"S-sorry," he mumbles, looking up at you with big eyes and it takes everything in your power to not just push his face into your heat.

It's cruel how long you kept this up. Touching yourself with little effort to prolong your own release and keep Coryo still between your legs despite his little whines.

"b-baby, lemme taste, I can make you feel good," and you'd laugh.

"I know you can." And he's continue to look up at you, silently begging.

"Then why won't you let me?" His pout urges your fingers to run through his curls, scratching his head.

"You're not desperate enough, yet," you say in a soft whisper and he rolls his eyes. Your tender hold on him turns harsh again and he winces.

"baby, 'm so hard and you're...I know you need my tongue." Coryo tries to take control a little despite his position being locked, making no move to leave it.

You ignore him and continue lazily rubbing your clit. The more time that pasts, the more his hips start to shift. His eyes close a little tighter when you let you a moan as your finger dips into your entrance, teasing yourself.

"baby, please."

"What do you want, Coryo?" You let him move his head to lay closer to your core and he nuzzles against your thigh.

"I want to taste you," he whines out.

"Mmm, you tasted me this morning though?"

He shakes his head, his eyes beginning to prick with tears as he feels his cock press against his zipper. He feels like he can burst just right there.

"I don't care, I need it again. I need it always."

You smirk at him, taunting him with your fingers as they continue to play with your clit. "Always, huh? That's something a whore would say."

Coryo's breath hitches and you watch curiously as his eyes avert down to his bulge.

"I see, you want me to take of that too, pretty boy, don't you?"

He nods, speaking in a quiet whisper, "I need that too., really need it, baby." You hum and move your hand from your clit and his eyes light up.

"Don't get too excited. You think you can beg for me, Coryo?" He sighs, mumbling that he's already been doing that and you adjust your hips, almost pushing his face closer to you.

"You have, pretty boy, but I need to know something." He raises a brow, deciding to kiss your thigh, hoping it won't send him into trouble and you let it slide.

"Are you my little whore?" You ask with a flush to your face. Despite the power you held over him, you've never taken the chance to call him something that sounded so dirty.

Coryo, on the other hand, feels like he's about cum in his pants. He loves it. He would hate being put down or defamed by anyone else, but by you? For you? It makes him feel otherworldly.

"Are you gonna answer me? You can't just go on telling me about how much you need my pussy and how much you need attention on your cock," you tell him, your voice a little louder than before. You can tell he loves it, the way his cheeks redden and his head tries to inch closer to you.

Coryo's tongue is still not working and he can only let out a mewl as you laugh at him.

"C'mon you little whore, you can do it," you purr at him and his eyes close. When they open a tear falls down and give him a fake pout.

"Crying? You're serious?" He huffs and looks at you, his eyes shining bluer.

"baby, please I-"

"Coryo, you know what to do." He sniffs and noses at your thigh and you can see the slight rhythmic buck up of his hips against nothing but the pressure of his pants.

" 'm your little whore," he mumbles out.

And soon, you have Coryo repeating that he's your whore over and over again without you asking. It comes naturally to him since his spit and your wetness is coating his chin as he tastes you with his tongue, or more like you use his tongue.

let's chat about coryo, here :)

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ma1dmer · 1 month

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Baldur's Gate - Kar'niss NSFW

pathetic men are my bread and butter,

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): anything you say goes, he'll kneel at your feet and ask you what can he do to help you, what do you want from him, he just lives to serve, he needs your guidance, you'll also find that more often than not, he is the one that needs the aftercare

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): genuinely everything about you, this man is so infatuated its a problem, if you let him he'd spend hours simply exploring your body, how perfectly you are made, what a gift you are to him, his worship of you desperate and aching

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): he is definitely the kind to want to clean you up after he cums inside of you, he'll pull out and immediately lift your hips up to his face, his tongue delving deep within you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he wants to breed you whether thats possible or not doesn't matter, he always holds onto you for a tad too long after he cums, grinding his hips against yours, holding your hips up at an angle, stroking your stomach before he moves to clean you up

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): i doubt that any experience he has had in his life really matters to how he is now, firstly being remade by Lolth herself and then being taken in by "the absolute", his old self is lost, but at least he can learn now, guide him gently or not and he is your willing student

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): on your back, your hips lifted high in the air supported by him, either for him to eat you out or to bury his cock in you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): definitely more serious, if you laughed, he'd think you are laughing at him, his paranoia taking over

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): he is pretty smooth and hairless, considering both the drow and the drider parts of him

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he is not exactly romantic, but he is very very passionate

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): he wants to watch you, he wants to see everything, he'll stand back eyes trained on you with such intensity, watching your every move, shivering when you look back up to him, when you are done he'll snatch your wrist up and clean your fingers with his tongue, thanking you for allowing him to watch you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): body worship, praise, sub-dom dynamics, tying and being tied up

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): away from prying eyes, but he is not picky, whenever you want him he's more than happy to provide for you

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): praise, kindness, being nice to him, call it whatever you want, he is like a starving dog, offer him some kindness and he'll follow your every wish like the kicked puppy that he is

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): degradation, he might be okay with you rough housing him a bit, you are his saviour, you are his everything, but talking down to him makes him snap

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): he has a big oral fixation, he is sloppy, but whatever he lacks in technique he makes up for with enthusiasm, if you let him he'll spend hours between your thighs, barely coming up for air, whimpering at your taste

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): if you let him set his place he is fast and rough, mindlessly rutting into you with desperation, almost punishing you for his own need

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): he loves them, but he is never good with being quick, you have to be the one to pull away if you want to get back to your business

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): no, firmly no, he is surprisingly vanilla about things, even if in the moment it doesn't appear for that to be the case

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): as a drider, his stamina is unnatural, and sometimes he forgets you are merely a mortal, so caught up in the pleasure and the feel of you he does not notice when you go limp with exhaustion, when he does notice he yanks himself away, apologising profusely

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): he is not fond of them, he gets weirdly jealous, insecure about not being enough for you, angry and spiteful about it too

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he can not tease you, it's just not something he is capable of, he stands at your beck and call, if you say stop he stops, afraid he's displeased you in some way

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he is loud, he talks and groans, he whimpers and pleads for you, he cannot keep himself quiet, you'll have to keep his mouth busy if you want him quiet, kiss him, shove your fingers down his throat, anything you'll give him, he'll take

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): he'd probably enjoy switching up your dynamic every now and then, he'd never suggest it himself you'd still have to take the reigns on that, it'd take a second, for him to be comfortable to take charge, but once he does, he'd get so into it, roughly pulling you this way and that, ordering you, calling you pet, using you like nothing more than a doll

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): i know , i know the lore, i have a Lolth tattoo ofc i know the lore, however.......

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): its not so much that he needs sex, its the only way he can get as close to crawling under your skin as he can, being inside you, watching you fall apart cause of him, thats what he needs, thats what he breathes for

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): as a drider he doesn't need to sleep a lot, usually he'll wait for you to fall asleep and then its just him spending his night watching over you, whispering about how blessed he is, making sure nothing harms you

#kar'niss #kar'niss smut #kar'niss x reader #baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 smut #baldur's gate 3 x reader #karniss #karniss smut #karniss x reader #bg3 #baldur's gate smut #baldur's gate 3 #.writing

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morwap · 2 years

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𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

brothers best friend!fwb!theodore nott x fem!reader

smut muggle au!, modern au!

nav • t.n m.list

dom!theo nott, sub!reader, b/n = brothers name, protected sex, p in v, fwb!harry potter x reader mention, mention of sending/receiving nudes, jealousy, lowkey toxic, fingering, handjob, oral f! and m! receiving, light praise and degradation, name calling, use of the word cunt, clit slapping, there’s a safe word in place,

───────✧ 𓆩♡𓆪 ✧───────

your brothers friends were off limits, you knew that, and that’s why you were currently ignoring theodore nott for the life of you, or that was part of the reason you were ignoring him for and the other reason being that a couple weeks ago you saw theo and pansy making out at party on your brothers instagram story.

now that wouldnt be an issue if you hadn’t been fucking theo for the past five months, and your feelings for him grew without you noticing until you saw that god awful post. jealousy filled you and you were taken back by it, literally having to sit your phone down and take a minute. you felt betrayed, theo told you he wasnt with anyone else.

you came up with a quick plan, ghost him to get over him. not that easy since you two go to the same college but youd manage.

and you did, if he got too close you made sure to walk away and stop answering his texts or facetimes and theo noticed about two days into this plan. you expected him to just stop texting but it seemed like he texted more and more.

theo.

hey

hello?

why arent you answering?

cmon y/n wtf

answer the phone

please?

alr whatever

are you being fr??

those were the messages you got on the daily. you turned off your read receipts and just half swiped on snapchat and didnt check your instagram dms and letting your phone ring every time he called.

you fought yourself from answering his messages, you missed him, missed his touch.

you tried telling yourself it was the sex you missed. that once you fuck someone else you’d have no feelings towards him, and so you let harry potter go down on you but all you could think about was the first time you had gotten with theo.

it was cold, the breeze chilling your legs as you rubbed your hands on your thighs for some warmth in that area.

your date had gone sour, and what sucked was he was your ride home but you both had disagreed about something which caused him to leave. that and you were hoping to get laid but your fingers could get you off just fine.

you pressed your phone to your ear, calling your brother for a ride.

“hello?”

“b/n can you come pick me up? please?” you pleaded, teeth chattering. you would’ve gone inside the nice cafe but it had been closed.

“im at Blaise’s” b/n sighed. you groaned irritably. blaise’s of fucking course he was at blaise’s which was two hours away.

“i can ask theo to pick you up. that good? hes dorm” b/n suggested, you could hear blaise and draco in the background almost feeling bad for calling while he was with his friends.

“yeah yeah theos fine” you said taking up the offer, hell you wouldnt care if it was enzo that picked you up and you and enzo did not get along—he annoyed you more than your brother at some points in time.

b/n hung up and three minutes later you got a text from theo asking where you were at.

theo’s truck came into view and you hurried inside of it. shutting the door and relishing in the warm air coming from the vents. putting on your seatbelt then rubbing your hands on your legs to warm them up faster.

“thank you” you sighed happily, ready to go to your dorm and take a shower.

“no biggie” theo said and smiled softly at you before he started driving. rain started, theo went slower on the now slick roads. you couldn’t believe how dark it gotten even though it was only seven pm.

“so what happened?” theo asked, glancing over at you for a second, eyes taking in your appearance. you noticed a small almost not noticeable if you didnt look at him in time, a small and quick lip bite.

you laughed softly, leaning back against the leather seats. “date gone sour. he was my ride back to the dorms but we didnt get along and he left” you said summing up the experience for his sake or maybe for yours, rather just forget about it then dwell on it.

theo shook his head, “dickhead” was all he muttered and you laughed softly.

you stilled when theos hand reached your thigh, squeezing a bit. your eyes trailed from his hands—his perfectly sculpted hands to his bicep then to his neck then finally his face. a smug look on his face, butterflies filled your stomach.

was theo always this attractive? yes but did you truly see it before now? no he was just like all your brothers friends and he was the only one you could stand to be around more than five minutes other than blaise.

his fingers traveled up and up and up slowly, finally reaching your silk panties. his fingers grazed over your clothed slit, testing the waters, you let out a soft moan. watching his wrist disappear and reappear from out of your skirt.

moving your panties to the side. his middle finger grazed your clit as you opened your legs a bit for him. he smirked at this, a small chuckle coming from him as he continued to drive.

your clit continued to be toyed with by theo, sometimes moving his finger down to bring some of your wetness up to your clit. you moaned as he did as he pleased.

theos pants got tighter, you could see the print from where you were sitting. biting your lip before moving your hand that was gripping the edge of the passenger seat to his wrist, moving his hand away from you which made him glance over at you with a slightly confused face.

you looked around, the road was empty, not a car in sight. trees all around.

your hands went to his sweatpants, rubbing theos cock through the fabric before getting his cock out fully. theos breathing got quicker.

theo pulled over once you started to suck him off, relaxing into his seat as your tongue swirled around him. theo grabbed your hair, making sure it didnt go into your face.

“fuck—keep going, just like that” theo groaned, his eyes rolling back and his head pushed back onto the head rest a bit. theo pushed your head down quickly causing you to choke a bit. theo laughed a bit before you started sucking on his tip causing him moan mid laugh.

you bobbed your head a few times before theo pulled you off his cock, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock as theo muttered a quick “alright, up” and then the string was broken from him smashing his lips onto yours.

sloppy kisses as he leaned his seat back and guided you onto his lap. his cock pressed between his abdomen and your cunt.

you came at the thought of it which harry’s tongue lapping and sucking at your cunt. you had to hold back from moaning theos name. you went down on harry after then you two just started a little friends with benefits.

you still missed theo, missed sneaking into his truck in the middle of the night more times than you could remember during the winter break whether it was for sex or just to hang out. missed getting goodnight and morning texts from him.

missed sneaking around your brother even though it made thing difficult, you wanted to be able to tell people but you knew you couldnt but the sneaking around part was also exciting.

harry did help, he took your mind off theo at times. you and harry normally sent nudes and sexted but when he wasn’t busy with his school work or his track meets and when you were free, you guys would meet up and give each other head; not having gone all the way yet.

but now, it was spring break. no more having to be aware of where you were and were he was at all times just so you didn’t have a chance of bumping into him.

your parents were so happy you and your brother came home for spring break and not gone with your friends, draco,mattheo and blaise offered you and b/n to go on a road trip with them but you both declined.

three days into spring break and your parents went to your guys’ aunts house to help spring clean. they were going to stay for two nights and for you and b/n to be responsible and not tear up the house.

your phone buzzed, groaning as you moved your hand around trying to find it as you watched american horror story on your laptop. you moved your blanket and your phone finally was found.

cho<3

cant come over :( ceds having diner with my parents

you sighed, reading over her message. now you had no plans, you were hoping she’d come over and now you were out of luck and didn’t feel like going out plus you didn’t have your own car.

you

have fun with ced ;)

read

tossing your phone down with a sigh, turning your attention to your laptop.

your phone buzzed again, you picked it up.

theo.

stop ignoring me.

you sighed again then tossed your phone somewhere on your blanket. laying your head down on your pillow then dragging your finger on the mousepad to skip the intro of the new episode.

you groaned as you woke up, it was now dark and “are you still watching” was on your laptop screen.

loud noises were heard from downstairs, you sat up and checked your phone. you had a few snaps from blaise, luna, ginny and ron and a message from theo hours ago just saying “ok” you furrowed your brow as you read it off your notification center.

you moved your laptop to the end of your bed. getting up and stretching before going to your drawer and pulling out a pair of cute pink panties and an oversized shirt.

leaving your room with your clothes and heading down the hall to the bathroom. walking past b/ns room, his door was open which was unusual unless one of his friends were over but no one was in there.

stripping off your clothes then getting into the shower, letting the hot water run down your skin. scrubbing your skin with your favorite body wash then rinsing off your body.

you heard voices, not just your brothers but someone else’s. your heart sank as you hurried and put on your clothes. quickly cleaning up water that had gotten on the floor with a towel then putting it into the laundry basket as your brushed your teeth.

finishing up in the bathroom, after putting on lotion and doing your skin care routine. you walked to your room about to open your door before you heard it.

a laugh, not just any laugh but theodore fucking notts laugh.

maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you. you tip toed to the stairs, taking a couple steps down then crouching to try and see without going all the way down the stairs. peeking through the railing, and there he was.

theo and b/n talking, you cursed at yourself in your head as theo glanced up at you. theo smirked.

hurrying up the couple steps then to your room. chewing on your nails, now you were just going to stay in your room til he left.

this was supposed to be a relaxing break in which you did not have to watch your back 24/7. you plopped onto your bed, groaning in the process. maybe theo was just here to hang out with b/n and that was it, you knew theo wouldn’t pull anything in front of him but it didn’t save you from the awkward tension, or seeing him when walking to the kitchen or bathroom.

just stay in your room and don’t come out, that was your plan.

you spent hours in your room, trying to watch show after show to keep your mind off theo being in your house but you couldnt he kept slipping into your mind and clouding it up with thoughts of only him and no one else.

staring at your ceiling, realizing your first plan was not working and you were not getting over him and perhaps the plan made it worse.

your eyes felt heavy and you started to drift off.

waking up thirsty in your dark room, rubbing your eyes before feeling around you bed for your phone. finally finding it and turning on your flashlight. finding your way to plug in your fairy lights.

now you could finally see. it was 1 am and you heard noises from b/ns room hoping they had moved in there to do whatever they do when they hung out so youd have a better chance of not seeing theo.

putting on a pair of shorts and then opening your door, looking towards your brothers door. hoping they were both in there. you headed to the kitchen, letting out a breath once you finally reached the kitchen.

grabbing a bottle of water, you flicked the kitchen light off before heading back to your room. you successfully got a bottle of water without seeing theo.

you took off your shorts before getting into your bed. checking your messages and scrolling through twitter, your back facing your door and head on your pillow as read tweet after tweet.

you heard your door click open, you put your phone face down before turning over.

“theo what the fuck are you doing in here?” you asked, your voice raising. theo shushed you, as he shut your door.

“shut up, do you want b/n to wake up?” theo scoffed, stepping closer to your bed. you shook your head no.

the tension was thick, watching him take in your appearance then you took in his own. you felt the urge to kiss him, your body longing for his.

theo huffed and ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head a bit. “why are you in here?” you asked, sitting up in your bed. covering yourself with your blanket.

“you know why the fuck im in here y/n” theo said, getting even closer to your bed. you both looking into each other’s eyes, you sat up onto your knees. you hopped he was feeling the same way you were, missing you like you missed him and theo did.

theo had been going crazy since you started ignoring him, not being able to ask b/n about you or tell him too tell you to text him back. theo connected the dots on you viewing the video on b/ns story of him and pansy and then right after you started to ghost him, he knew the video is what caused it.

that was the only time him and pansy kissed, they were both drunk and it was just in the moment nothing more. pansy was strictly a friend, theo and her talked about it after they kissed that he had feelings for you and pansy promised not to tell. theo wanted to tell you in person but you avoided him.

theo leaned down locking your lips roughly, your hands went to his sides and his hands trailed up your hip making your shirt rise and a bit. he started to push you back a bit, getting off your knees and moving back to sit, letting him push you back.

both of you gasping into each other, hands gripping and fondling each other. your legs opened for him to rest between. “i heard you started fucking around with harry” theo said between kisses as his hand rubbed up your thigh to your waist then to your clothed cunt.

you moaned softly, his thumb grazing over your clit, moving up and down teasingly. “its nothing serious” you whined under him, his thumb adding more pressure.

“did he fuck you?” theo asked, looking down at you. you shook your head no, looking up at him. “say it out loud whore” he scoffed, roughly taking your face with his hand and pulling towards him.

“no” you mumbled, his thumb still working on your clothed clit taking away the slight pain from his grip on your face. your legs spread more, a small wet patch on your panties formed.

“good girl” he cooed, his fingers moved your panties to the side then running his middle finger along your bare cunt making you shiver. “my sweet girl” theo added sweetly.

you gasped as his hand lifted then landed on your cunt with a hard smack, your thighs quickly closed as you let out a soft hiss. “you’ve been so bad lately” theo sighed, gently spreading your legs, fingertips brushing over your thighs before smacking your cunt again.

thighs closing quickly, a whimper left your lips. theos grip still on your face, letting the sting calm as he rubbed your thigh. “ignoring me over a five second video we could’ve talked about” theo whispered, your eyes grew wide. theos hand moving your legs open again.

“m’sorry i should’ve talked to you about it” you admitted in a whine, as his middle finger grazed your clit softly. another slap, you moaned. your hand reached to cup your cunt to help calm the sting.

theos lips pressed against your forehead, “and we’ll talk about it later” he whispered, his hand pushing away your hand softly to rest on your bed then his came back to cunt with loving strokes on your clit.

“but for now i’ve missed your cunt” he whispered, letting go of your face and kissing you then trailing the kisses down to your neck, his hand moving from your clit to push up your shirt.

theo tossed your shirt onto the floor before his lips met your skin again, going down and down leaving wet kisses down your chest and abdomen then above your panties. looking up at you, then hooking his fingers around the thin fabric and pulling it down your legs and letting it drop from his hands onto the floor.

one hand pushed your leg back, holding at the bend of your knee pinning it to the bed. theos other hand came to cunt, running his finger along your slit a couple of times before spreading you with fingers. “you’re so wet” theo commented, his eyes trained on your glistening cunt.

“did harry make you this wet?” theo asked in a harsh tone, glaring up at you, theos finger slipping inside you. shaking your head ‘no’ as his finger pumped in and out. his fingers were big, much bigger than harry’s and your own. theos thumb found your clit and rubbed in circles.

theo removed his hand from you, then landing a slap on your clit. “what did i say about saying it out fucking loud” theo spat harshly.

“cmon you whore, tell me, did he make you this wet” theo said, your cunt clenched around nothing.

“no” you moaned out, his fingers finding you again.

“there we go, you can be so good for me when you try” theo whispered against your thigh, biting at your inner thigh as his fingers made you moan and whine out for him to keep going.

you looked down at him between your legs, “something you want princess? you’re gonna have to ask for it” theo teased.

“please, please” you mumbled, your eyes rolling back, clenching around his fingers.

“tell me what you want my love” theo said watching you, admiring you and your state. admiring the way your back arches at his finger tips and how you can’t think straight when he’s touching you.

you whimpered, the coil tightening and tightening. “your cock please theo, please” you begged, theo smiled.

theo kissed your clit before easing his fingers out of you, you leaned up trying not to think of how empty you felt. your hands pulling off theos shirt, then his sweatpants and boxers letting his cock spring out.

you leaned over, opening the drawer in your nightstand then feeling around and finally feeling the condoms you had.

taking one then leaning back to theo, going back to rest on your knees. leaning up and kissing him, taking the condom out of the wrapper as you kissed down his neck.

rolling the condom onto him, theo pushed you back down. theos hands moving your legs to his waist.

theo pulled back, taking his cock, teasing his tip at your entrance before pushing into you. “oh fuck” you moaned, gripping at the pillow above you. your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth fell open. theos hand gripped your thigh harshly, digging his nails into your skin.

theo wanted to tell you how good you felt but couldn’t form words, trying not to cum from just the first thrust in. having to take a minute for himself after being in you fully.

you clenched around him when you felt him start to pull out then push back in. theos hips going slow at first then getting faster and faster as he went.

his name falling from your lips as he continued to fuck you, leaning back and harshly pulling you to him.

theo leaned forward, his head finding its way to the crook of your neck. heavy breathing and theo groans and your whimpers filled the room, the both of you trying to stay quieter since b/n was across the hall.

“let me on top” you whispered, against his ear then a soft kiss followed.

a kiss was placed on your neck, “are you sure?” theo asked still thrusting at a quick pace. you nodded. theo pulled out of you, moving with occasional kisses as theo helped you get on top of him.

theos back rested against your head board, you glanced down, theo helped you line yourself up with him before pushing yourself down onto his cock. your eyes squeezed shut, head rolling back and theo kissed on your neck.

you lifted then went back down, moving on him, feeling him fill you up.

theos kissed went to your mouth as you got closer, your chests almost touching. moaning into each other as you rode him. moving in a way so that your clit would get friction.

his hands gripped your hips, helping you move on him. his cock throbbed in you.

“y’feel so good” theo moaned, he was close and didn’t know how long he’d last from now.

theos fingers went to your clit, rubbing, causing you to shutter against him and whimper loudly, “cum for me princess” theo demanded.

clenching around theos cock as he rubbed your clit faster, theo thrusted up a little. your legs shook, shuddering as you came on his cock.

moans and soft hums came from you as it became too much. theo moving you up and down as you came down, “mmh too much, too much” you whined, clinging onto theo. your head resting in the crook of his neck, his hands moving to your ass, guiding you up and down.

theo moaned as he came, filling the condom with a few thrusts.

your fingers traced shapes on his chest as his hands moved from your ass to your waist and one to your thigh, rubbing comfortably.

his lips pressed against your forehead before moving you off him gently.

theo tossed the condom into the trash, putting on his boxers. grabbing tissues and then coming to clean you up.

opening your drawers for a new pair of underwear and a shirt then coming back to your tired frames and helping you dress.

slipping into your bed, moving your blankets to cover the both of you. theo reached for your phone that laid behind you as you got comfortable with your head on his chest.

theo knew your password, unlocking your phone and getting on snapchat and sending a pic of you on his chest to harry then blocked him, going to messages and instagram and blocking him on there also.

going back to messages and turning on your read receipts for himself then sitting your phone back down.

“you wanna talk about that video now?” theo asked, his fingertips dancing along you back.

you hummed in agreement.

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i feel like we aren’t often enough considering how adorable vampire fremi would be.. vapire reader is all well and good but like.. hear me out.

sweet boy only ever drinks from blood bags and even then he feels bad and tries to stick to replacement blood/animal blood, and it’s making him weak, arle is concerned about his mission efficiency and tells lyney, who comes to you

inviting him into a nice night. a movie and some snacks, and the poor thing is so obviously worn down. sub par meals aren’t good to him

coaxing him onto your lap, reassuring him you don’t mind, he barely weighs anything. and pulling his head closer to your neck..

he doesn’t even realize he’s drooling at first, and when he does he’d freak out, trying to scramble off your lap while apologies fly out of his lips

when you eventually manage to get him to eat. the noises of him sucking and gasping in your ear. squirming on your lap, trying to grab at you and pull you closer

stroking his sides as he feeds. hed be so cute about it. little whines and gasps and hiccups, pulling back to lick at the skin near the wound, not even noticing that he’s getting hard, grinding against you unconsciously

he’d only even notice when he cums in his shorts, squealing against your neck as pleasure he didn’t even notice comes to a crescendo, trying to apologize for only a few minutes before you grab his hips and return the favour, fucking into his cute ass as he screams from overstimulation

idk if you wanted me to write this or not but i did a little 🥺 vampire freminet can have all my blood I don't mind bbg, i literally love this ur brain is so big

freminet was getting weaker, the blood from animals were just not as satisfying to him, but being the sweetheart he is, he doesn't want to hurt anyone with hia fangs, or drain them too much!

arlecchino of course, ever so observet of her children, knew that this would become a problem, if he's too weak to fight then he wouldn't be sent on missions, she told lyney to contact someone would be willing to be drank from

which is what started the two of you, sitting next to each other, with him looking sickingly pale, he had been avoiding looking at you the whole time, trying to pay attention on the movie that he couldn't even focus on

you crossed your arms and shook your head, taking matters into your own hands, you grabbed his arm and pulled him to your lap, hearing a weak squeak from him

you put your hand on his head, leaning your own back as a invitation "come on, you know you want it, i don't mind, really, that's why I'm here" you talked gently, making sure he knew your consent

"b-but...i could...hurt you" you shook your head gently "it's okay, it won't be anything to me, come on now..." you pushed his head slowly into your neck

he breathes in your scent and his eyes blow wide, a soft whimper leaving as drool gathers in his mouth, he starts leaning forward but stops, trying to move away "i-i shouldn't! I can't...!" you sigh and just pull him back in, he whines as his lips make contact with your soft neck

he can't move from the way your hand is forcing him closer, and he can't control his urges any longer, taking a deep bite, piercing through your skin easily, he gasps and holds onto you, eagerly licking and sucking away, blood coating his lips as he moaned ate the taste

"Mnph...oh...so...good" he couldn't think of anything else except how good you taste, your blood so fresh and warm, unlike the cold and old animal pouches he drank from, he tried moving eve closer, his senses completely taken over he didnt even register the way his hips began moving

his cock growing hard as he grinded into your thigh unknowingly, the sucking and licking growing faster, hands gripping your shoulders, his hips moved faster, the feeling so overwhelmingly pleasurable

he licked once more ashis hips jerked, cumming in his shorts as he gasps and moans, his eyes wide open, looking more lively than ever, it's only now he realizes what he's done and he burns red with shame

"i-i'm so sorry... please, i didn't mean to do all of that...i couldn't control myself" he hung his head low, tears brimming his pretty eyes, you didnt respond and he felt even more guilty

he was about to apologize when you pulled him down, pressing him against the couch and lifting one of his legs "h-huh? Ngh-!" he gasps as you slowly pushed inside of him, his own cock still leaking and twitching

"come on, you got something, so i should get something in return, shouldn't i?"

there was still your blood on his mouth as you kissed around his neck, thrusting into him, his eyes shutting tightly from the overwhelming pleasure and pain, still sensitive from a moment ago

"ah-! mnh~! w-wait, Nggh..." he could barely speak as you pounded into his ass, his tongue lulling out between his fangs as you fucked him "so good..." you grunted, he couldn't do anything as you pinned him down and took him ruthlessly

his moans became louder, turning into short screams as you, clenching around you he came again, squirming under you in a weak effort to escape, but his hand held onto yours and his hips moved onto yours

his mind was still foggy with the taste of your blood, and now he couldn't even think as you fucked into him, he wanted to keep this feeling forever, even as his cock twitched from overstimulation

his legs wrapped around your waist to push you deeper, hitting all sorts of spots that made his vision go white, your thrusts became sloppier, he grinded against you until you stopped, giving him a final thrust as you cum drips deep inside of him

he shivering from the feeling and his legs shook, gasping for air while you wiped drool and blood off his face "that wasn't so bad now, was it?" he just nodded while slowly calming down, maybe he could drink from a human as long as it was you

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #freminet x reader #freminet smut

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cakeboxie · 7 months

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Bonfire

kinktober day no. 3

You answer quietly and his expression doesn’t change, he pauses for a moment before taking your hand and hurriedly dragging you away from the crowd into a separate hallway.

Pairing: Wriothesley/afab gn sub reader

CWs: a/b/o dynamics (alpha wrio + beta reader), breeding, semi public at the start, jealous wrio, established relationship

AN: Btw I haven’t actually played any of the Fontaine archon quests so if he’s horribly ooc I’m so sorry lmao also I was compelled to write actual p in v smut for once which was, an experience.

Kinktober masterlist

Winter in Fontaine is awful if you’re not used to it. The humidity never ceases and while it doesn’t often get below freezing, the chill still manages to worm its way into your bones unless you bundle up.

This year is no different in terms of weather, but you are not cold for once. Wriothesley‘s arm stays wrapped comfortably around your waist as you walk through the streets of Fontaine together. Despite the cryo vision that perpetually hangs over his shoulder; he is always pleasantly warm.

It’s rare he leaves the underworld, but he was required to attend a formal event hosted by Furina. (a celebration of sorts if you remember correctly) Hence your ongoing little adventure towards the grand venue the invitation directed you to. Wriothesley tightened his grip on you slightly as you both neared the entrance. Stopping for a moment to adjust the way your top was sitting so the bond mark on your shoulder was visible. Along with him nuzzling into the spot to further reinforce that you were very, very taken.

The inside of the hall was bustling with people, all dressed formally in hues of blue and gold as per the invitation. With servers weaving through the crowd, politely serving small refreshments and a seemingly never ending amount of champagne flutes.

It didn’t take long for you to get separated from Wriothesley, the push and pull of the crowd dragging you from his side despite the possessive hold he had on your waist since stepping into the building. Not that you minded too much, moving from group to group before ending up in the center of a group of alphas.

Typically you wouldn’t worry, you’re a beta yourself and the smell of Wrio clings to your skin. Loudly proclaiming that you’re not to be fucked with unless whoever chooses to fuck around will be finding out in the form of one very pissed Duke of the Fortress of Meropide.

But, with the smell of alcohol heavy in the little corner you’d wound up in you were less sure of your safety. Though you didn’t need to worry for long.

“Hey guys, save us all some trouble and step away from my mate, alright?”

And like that the men were gone. Fleeing with their proverbial tails between their legs as your boyfriend approached you slowly.

“Did they do anything to you, anything at all?”

You answer quietly and his expression doesn’t change, he pauses for a moment before taking your hand and hurriedly dragging you away from the crowd into a separate hallway.

Before you could ask why he had brought you here his lips were pressed against yours. His broad frame caging you against the wall as he kissed you desperately.

After a long moment he breaks the kiss with a reluctant growl. Propping himself against the wall with one arm, the other coming up to your waist to pull you closer to him, burying his face in your shoulder and mouthing at your bond mark between words.

“If those idiots can’t get the hint with just the mark, I’ll fuck you so full of my cum no one can look at you without knowing you’re mine.”

His voice is low and quiet as he talks, finally pulling away from your neck to kiss you again.

His eagerness is clear in the way he kisses you, all teeth and tongue and oozing desperation. His hand on your hip moves further down, shamelessly groping at your ass and grinding his clothed cock against you.

The next time he breaks the kiss to breath you gently push him away, and the man whines like you’ve just kicked him out into the rain.

“Love we’re in public, not even well hidden and there’s a lot of important people.”

He gives his best puppy dog eyes, but relents when you don’t budge. Hastily fixing his tie and once again adjusting your own outfit to show off the bond mark. Before leading you back into the main hall, albeit reluctantly.

The rest of the evening goes by smoothly, and quickly. You stay attached to Wriothesley at the hip and the group of men that bothered you initially never reappeared.

Before long you both were back in Meropide, and his hands were on you as soon as the door to your shared home was closed. Unceremoniously pushing you against the door and kissing you intensely.

This time through you welcome his advances, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck as he kissed you. He worked to get the buttons on your top undone, struggling enough that he was forced to break the kiss and actually look at what he was doing. Mumbling a half assed apology as he undid the buttons, before pulling the garnet off and tossing it somewhere behind him.

His mouth quickly found its way to your neck as he bit into your bond mark. Further darkening the permanent bruise while his hands held you firmly by your hips. His clothed cock straining against the fabric of his pants while he rut against you.

Once he was content with your bond mark he moved to your chest, happily littering your skin with bites and hickeys while his hands undid your pants. With significantly more ease than your top.

With your pants out of the way he hurriedly plunges his fingers into your drooling core. Growling into your neck as your velvety walls grip his digits as he works you open.

“Fuck baby you’re so wet for me- god I can’t wait to stuff you with my cock.” He continues to ramble into your shoulder as he works you open. Shakily grinding against your thigh as he does.

He decides you’re ready enough for him and turns you so your chest is pressed against the door, with your ass on full display alongside the slick that had begun to dribble down your thighs. He wastes no time undoing his pants enough to pull out his heavy cock. Tapping the head of it against your soaked cunt before slowly sinking into you. You can feel the restraint in his movements as he carefully pushes in to the hilt. His grip on your hip borders on bruising as he forces himself to stay still and give you time to adjust.

His resolve shatters as soon as you tell him he can move. The hand on your hip moves so it’s wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to his chest as he sets a brutal pace. His other arm braced against the door as he snapped his hips against yours over and over again.

It’s not long before your first orgasm washes over you. Wriothesley groans into your neck as you sob from the stimulation. Mumbling out a feeble “keep your voice down.” As he pushed his fingers into your mouth. He bites your shoulder hard as he continues rutting into you. Sharp canines digging into your flesh, with just enough restraint to not break skin.

You feel his knot begin to swell as he reaches between your thighs. His fingers quickly finding your clit.

“Be good for me and cum one more time before I fill you with my pups yeah?”

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stargirlwrites · 1 year

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Little star sinner ~

-> churchy sub Jungkook x f. Dom reader

-> sinner f. reader and church boy Jungkook

Warnings -> smut - virginity lost- car sex- oral inside church storage closet- pain kink- big b00bs- mommy kink- edging- unprotected sex- riding- whiny koo- edging- scratching- crying during sex- blow job- handjob- nipple play- huge religious topics- its kinda messed up but everything is consent given. - age gap (Jungkook is 6 years older)

• kinda just smut with a bit of fluff at the end <3 •

*the "f." Means female reader btw just in case you're new here !! ~ *

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"Oh my.. no.. its too much p-please oh no" tears escaped Jungkooks eyes as he felt all the pleasure you were providing him, but he still couldn't back away. He just needed to cum inside your mouth, he needed this.

Your knees were definitely bruising from the hard floor of the storage closet inside the church. Your throat pulsing and tongue moving on Jungkooks dick was probably the best thing you've ever felt.

"You almost close baby?" You say as you take a breath of air while stroking his cock. You felt so in control. Well.. maybe because you were in control. You were only 19 yet you had this 25 year old Virgin man wrapped around your finger, how could you not feel powerful.

Jungkook shivered at the feeling of your lip snake bites, smiley, and tongue piercings gliding over his cock while you sucked and slurped all of him.

"M' I'm g-going to-" he couldn't even finished his sentence before you took him out of your mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at you... smirking. He saw nothing but pure evil.

"N-no. Please I need to...." he couldn't even think of words. You got him so whipped for you. Tears rolling down his cheeks as his thighs shaked.

"Its 1: 57 pm silly. Bible study starts at 2 pm we need to hurry before mommy and daddy starts wondering where their youngest most precious son is doing. You wouldn't want them to know you were about to cum in my mouth in the churchs storage closet now would you?" Your words were pure venom. He couldn't believe you for a second but then he almost remembered he couldn't underestimate the chokehold the devil has around unwell people.

He just nodded and picked up his church slacks, he re did his tie and patted himself down so no flint was on him. He looked at you.. the way you were dressed. He knew the churchs message was to come as you are so you can leave with the lord in your heart but he was convinced not even the highest power can save you.

"__, I uh.. you should try shopping for more church appropriate clothing. Not in a b-bad way of course but.. this is how I get distracted.."

he pointed at you. The black crop top that showed 98% of your breast. The ripped baggy jeans with huge holes that can show your fishnets. Your tattoos on full display and all of your piercings intact on your body. You didn't even wear a bra for crying out loud he and anybody else can clearly see the nipple piercings. Your beat up converse with what looked like devil worshiping symbols written on them with what seems like black and red pen.

"How cute, blaming the way I dress and look for you being a filthy little sinner hmm? Wasn't it you who got a boner by me just removing my jacket? Wasn't it you who touched yourself looking at me as if i didn't notice while wearing a damn rosary inside a church?"

Jungkook was on the verge of crying. He felt disgusted of himself. He feels like evil has taken control over him. Tears forming inside his eyes and chest heaving up and down while you speak.

"Darling don't cry, it's okay to love yourself and make sure you feel good hm? Don't you think Bible study can wait? You wanna become a man instead of ready the same boring book baby?"

Gosh he hated you. He hated himself. Jungkook hated that your words turned him on. Hated that you were such a man eater. He looked at the cross hanging from his neck, he prayed and prayed days and days for god to save him but evil has consumed all his will power. Prayed and begged god to just make him stop touching himself to the thought of you, but he couldn't stop. He needed more, he needed you.

"p-please" was all he said as you smirked and took his hand and led him out the church.

It was like his life flashed before his eyes because next thing he knows he's in your light marijuana smelling car. It wasn't that big but it could fit at least 3 people in the back. You had a blanket in the back seat of your car so at least that was something.

"Are we leaving or.." he looked at you and your pants were already off.

"Of course not silly" you giggled, looking deep into his eyes for a split second. He could've swore he just saw the most beautiful angle and the most seducing demon at the same time.

"Take your clothes off for me kookie" you attached your lips to his as he kissed back, also not hesitating to undress himself for you. He was completely undressed, he tugged his boxers down and revealed his throbbing angry cock leaking with pre cum.

He was so sensitive the smallest bit of friction made him moan into your mouth. He can feel your smirk on his lips, taking your tongue out from his throat you grab his length and tug on it making him whine pretty loudly. What you did next made him cry and roll his eyes back. Gosh his sounds made you even wetter.

You slapped his cock, a drop of pre cum flying off onto Jungkooks cheek.

"You like when I slap your cock around baby? Love it when I make you feel good hmm." Jungkooks mind was going left and right. All he could think of was you, it's like you put a spell on him.

"Please.. I need you so bad. I'll do a-anything just give it to me.. please." He was at full submission and you loved it. He loved it too. He wanted you so had. He needed your pussy around his cock. He needed to be nasty with you.

"Of course baby. You've been so good you deserve it" Jungkook sat down in the middle of the back seat, his legs spreaded apart as his cock was screaming for you. You hovered over his dick, slowly sinking down so your wet pussy lips were sliding on his tip.

"F-fuck! Yes please I need it mommy!" As unexpected as his pleads were it made you wanna ride him like there was no tomorrow.

You sink down on his cock and felt the nice stretch he was giving you. Jungkook didn't know how to react so the first thing he did was full on cry. You looked at his face and saw tears rolling down his cheeks, his cheeks also a pretty pink color. You took his full length inside you didn't move to let him get used to the feeling.

"F-fuck your dick is so big kookie" you can feel his tip deep inside you.

"You feel so good and warm. Feels so good.. oh my.. it's t-ight and warm." Jungkooks dick twitched inside of you as you started to move a bit, basically slightly bouncing up and down.

Soon you guys were both moans and moving in rhythm. He didn't really know what to do his body just instantly trusted upwards inside your warm wet cunt. You grabbed Jungkooks lard hand inside your slim small one , making him spread your puffy pretty pussy lips and placed his index and middle finger on your clit, signaling him to rub you as you rode him.

"Love riding your cock kookie. S-so big, you're doing so good for me baby I'm so so proud of you. Being a good boy just for me. Being a good little star sinner for mommy" His cock hit this one spot inside your pussy that made you squeal. You can feel every vein and every drop of pre cum that was sliding against your tight walls.

Your hands reached to his light brownish nipples and started toying with them. Jungkook didn't know he could receive such pleasure from getting his nipples touched. His sweet moans made you ride him faster as you attach your lips on his nipples making him moan out loudly. Thank god your windows were tinted black if not you and jungkook could've had an exorcism preformed on you guys by the church if they saw this.

"I- I'm gonna cum! Mommy please I c-an't" Jungkooks cock was pulsing inside you cunt, your moans and the way your lips sucked on his nipples were enough to make him bust his load inside you right then and there.

"Hold it baby. " you said, pushing Jungkook down so his body is laying down on the seats. You quickly got on top of him and moved your hips around in a circular motion, then back and forth. Jungkooks eyes rolled back for a second. He literally almost saw heaven. His tip hitting your insides made you scream out his name. Jungkooks large hands groping your huge breast that didn't even fit all the way in his hand making you reach your high.

"Fuck Jungkook! Fuck baby your huge fucking dick gonna make me cum all o-over! You're such a fucking good boy" The praise was amazing, but what was even more amazing was your black painted nails digging in his chest. The pain of your nails digging from his collar bone all the way to his abs. Feeling your nails drag across his chest made him start thrusting up. His thighs shaking in insane pleasure.

"I-im cumming !" Jungkooks cum painted your gummy warm insides, you moaned out loud with the feeling of his hot cum reaching all the way to your womb. You didn't care about protection or the risk of getting impregnated at the moment, all you cared about was this big dummy underneath you. You hoped off his softening dick, the feeling of removing his long thick length from your insides making you groan a bit.

Jungkook was looking up at you with a big smile on his face, looking a little silly but that's alright.

"That was so.. amazing koo" you placed kisses all over his cheeks, neck, nose, and lips. He pulled you in for a big kiss which caught you by surprise. After a couple seconds you both pulled away. You instantly went to get soft clean tissues to clean both of you up. You cleaned yourself up and then put your full attention on Jungkook. Carefully cleaning his abs, thighs, and cock with the tissue. Making sure his soft skin was clean and didn't have any rash. You put on your panties and a shirt on and quickly put pajama pants on Jungkook and a warm shirt since it was a little chilli outside. You looked up at him and saw stars in his big glassy eyes.

"I love you" was all that came out of Jungkooks mouth.

"I.. I love you too, My Little star sinner" you whispered and squished his cheeks making you both giggle cutely

"Let's go to my place, we'll cook and watch movies.. and maybe sin a little more." You winked at him.

And with that.. you drove Jungkook home and ended up falling asleep with his head on your lap and your hand in his fluffy hair as the TV played the care bear movies.

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holy fuck😭.

Hope You Guys Enoyed This!! ♡

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jezebelgoldstone · 10 months

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RRR (2022, dir S. S. Rajamouli)

things i am not now and likely never will get over from RRR

DRIFT COMPATIBLE BATTLE COUPLE DETECTED

queer? platonic? queerplatonic? who gives a shit no matter what it was it was AWESOME

Colonialism Is Bad Actually: The Musical

the symbolism. holy shit. every BIT of it was absolutely amazing.

wow all the mains in this movie are just, really hot? my poor lil pan heart had a rough time with this one ngl

the fact that someone (likely many someones) watched this movie about Colonialism Is Bad Actually and said 'you know what let's dub this whole thing into Hindi and English and then not give an option to watch it with the original Telugu dialogue' sure was,,,,,,,,, A Choice

THE MUSIC

by which i mean the actual song-and-dance numbers as well as the like story soundtrack all of it is going on my playlist asap

listen the spirk-behind-glass scene is awful. spock and kirk can't even touch. they can hear. they can see. but they cannot touch. and i in my sweet ignorant bliss thought that was as bad as it could get.

tonight i learned that holding someone in your arms through the bars of their cell is so much worse

I watched it on Netflix but i looked it up on a few other ahem websites and on EVERY SINGLE ONE Telugu audio wasn't even an option.

there was not one single chance to tie things together or make a connection or do a setup/payoff or callback that was not taken. not a single one.

everything about this movie is 100% Extra

in short: this movie is a masterclass

aaaaaand the rest below a cut because WOW i have a lot to say actually

which brings me to the dancing oh my gods. not sure i've ever seen such enthusiastic dancing in anything in my entire life. seriously by the final number i was exhausted just watching them

in general, this movie is: stunning

"RAM." "BHEEM." "SEETHA." IT'S ABOUT THE SYMBOLISM.

also this was kinda hilarious because i watched it in hindi [the least disorienting option] and they kept SAYING "ram" but in the subs it was always fuckin RAJU so like. again with the Choices. like seriously what was the thought process there. WAS there a thought process.

FIRE. WATER. STORY. I JUST. I. HELP ME.

i ADORED jenny. with my whole entire heart. she is one of the very BEST examples of Ignorance Is A Privilege and also At What Point Does Ignorance Become Malicious that i have ever ever seen. i loooooooooved it. i mean i hated it a whole lot while it was happening but also i am SO GLAD that now rather than trying to explain all of this to people i can just tell them to watch this movie and then sit them down and be like, so what are your thoughts on jenny's culpability in literally everything?

oh and how you can be a kind person and still do atrocities! like jenny is so sweet and so kind and you just like her so much and yet. and yet.

t h e s y m b o l i s m

i cannot remember the last time i saw a movie so visually stunning. the cinematography is breathtaking. pause on just about any random frame and it could be a movie poster or hanging in an art gallery or what have you.

they also dubbed all the lines that were actually in english? i mean i get it for the characters who spent most of the movie speaking Telugu because you'd need their voices to stay the same through the whole movie yeah fine whatever. but like. they dubbed all the ENGLISH characters, too? like literally dubbed them from english into english??? the dialogue matched their mouths except the timing was veeeery sliiiiiiiightly off but it SOUNDED really obviously dubbed??? Y THO???

HOLY SHIT THE FIGHT SCENES OH MY GODS

Malli. Malli honey i love you. i'm just realizing i don't know if that's your actual name gods damn it. but whatever your name is child i love you.

and did i mention that everyone in this movie is beautiful? like. seriously. Ram and Bheem especially holy SHIT.

Physics Does Not Work Like That And I Do Not Care Because That Was AWESOME: The Musical

oooohhhhh they re-recorded and dubbed the fucking SONGS too. i am so pissed about this y'all i can't even tell you.

oh i want to do a whole entire post that's even longer than this one about the symbolism. hell i could probably do a whole entire post just on the fire/water symbolism even without everything else. It was AMAZING.

okay ram is fire and bheem is water and ram's people go to a valley on the shores of a river and the river is in literally every shot of the village and just ram BEING fire but water being a place of HOME and SAFETY for ram

i'm not crying shut up

MALLI AND HER MOTHER TRY TO REACH EACH OTHER BUT THEY CANNOT TOUCH THROUGH THE GLASS

BHEEM AND MALLI HOLD EACH OTHER THROUGH THE BARS OF HER CONFINEMENT AND HE HAS TO LET GO AND LEAVE HER

BHEEM AND RAM HOLD EACH OTHER THROUGH THE BARS OF HIS CONFINEMENT AND BHEEM RIPS THE DOOR RIGHT OFF

ooooooohhhhhhh and people holding hands right before they part. oh that hurts. all of those hurt so bad.

how every single time people held hands when they parted they always held on till the last possible second EXCEPT FOR RAM'S MOM.

she lifts her hand away from him and then pulls back and it was devastating

Predators Do Not Work Like That But I Do Not Care Because That Was Awesome And Also They Ate A Bunch Of Colonizing Cops: Queercoded Edition (ACAB)

bheem with his arms spread and rope or chains around his wrists or in his hands. i just. the way it flipped back and forth from 'he has the power' to 'he is helpless' to 'he should be helpless and isn't' was just. breathtaking.

AND THEN. AND THEN RAM. CHAINED UP THE SAME WAY. DOING THE SAME GODDAMN THING AND USING THE FACT THAT HE'S CHAINED UP FOR HIS OWN FUCKING PURPOSES BECAUSE HE SAW BHEEM DO IT FIRST DON'T TOUCH ME

okay listen this movie would've been good no matter what but like. they really are just SO beautiful. and. when ram. with like the long hair. and. beard. and like. you know? like. his. his hair. his general. everything. um.

literally at the most emotionally inappropriate moment i literally thought about that whole 'i saw a man so beautiful i started crying' thing and like that almost literally happened literally

Why There Can't Be Any Such Thing As Good Cops: The Romance (ACAB)

and like here's the thing i'm not sure i would've even NOTICED this had it not been for the linguistic chauvinism with the audio and everything but like both of them were hindu and a lot of the symbolism though awesome was also really strongly hindu and i just i don't know nearly enough about hindutva to have any kind of opinion BUT i also feel like maaaaaaaybe there was something a little uncomfy about some of this

oh no wait the suspenders dance. that might've actually been the best part. yeah.

oh all the british actors did SUCH a good job being so eminently punchable

throw cheetahs at each other! and snakes! somehow have upper body strength greater than the force exerted by a 800+ lb tiger lunging! throw those motorcycles! punch through those walls without breaking your fingers! use herbal paste to heal broken bones in a matter of a minutes! break solid stone with nothing but the strength of your shoulders and gay love! i am so here for all of this!!!

Throw Rocks Marble Pillars Live Tigers Cops At Cops: The Movie (ACAB)

i love that jenny felt bad for the poor little girl who got kidnapped enslaved and imprisoned so she. bought her a dress and a toy.

you know, to make her feel better about the whole 'being kidnapped enslaved and imprisoned' thing.

instead of doing, i don't know know, literally anything else. like even just saying to her aunt 'hey this makes me sad' or something. #solidarity.

the violence was violent and the romance was sweet

okay so during the fight at the midpoint like i know that by the end of it ram and bheem are literal fire and water BUT ALSO. Ram enters the scene in a flaming carriage and from that point forward the fountain is in pretty much every shot of bheem. just sayin.

love that lachu (or whatever his name really is) told ram that there was no cure. like yes! you go man! ram may be so beautiful that in forty minutes i'm going to be in tears but that's no reason to tell a cop the truth about anything! you lie to that cop man!

A BRITISH SOLDIER HIT LOKI IN THE HEAD WITH A BRANCH AND THEN STOLE MALLI AWAY

BHEEM HIT RAM IN THE HEAD WITH A BRANCH AND THEN STOLE MALLI AWAY

i know other people got hit in the head with tree branches too but STILL

honestly i really like that ram and bheem were, well, ram and bheem. but i mean im glad they weren't like ram and lakshman or bheem and arjun or something. not even just because that would've been brotherly like i'm glad they weren't arjun and krishna or something either. i liked that their names weren't from the same story. i liked it better this way and i can't even articulate why.

i am never ever ever going to get over the progression of part of bheem's introduction being something going wrong and him holding two ropes (he has all the power) with his arms spread and that being used to show us how incredibly strong he is -> something going wrong and bheem with ropes around his wrists (he shouldn't have any power at all) holding his arms spread and that being used to show how incredibly strong he is in a completely different way

like every time there were ropes or chains in bheem's hands or around his wrists it meant something, and it was a beat in the rhythm of a discernable arc, but now i can't remember all of them gdi

oooohhhhh there was SO much more symbolism i wanted to talk about but it's so late that i have a headache and this post is so long my computer's lagging like two sentences behind so i should stop and go to bed. sigh.

just go watch this movie, okay? pleae? I cannot IMAGINE who would've read this whole thing,m but if you did, just watch it, all rigth? (and if you happen to know of any site - ANY site - where i can watch it in FUKIN TELUGU kindly drop a link please and thank)

#rrr #queer movies #rambheem #i don't even know how else to tag this #op #rrr movie #ram x bheem #movie recs

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circle-with-me · 6 months

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Sweet Boy

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x fem reader

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), edging, unprotected vaginal sex, sub!Vinny, soft dom!Reader, praise kink if you squint, Vinny whimpering and begging gets its own warning. Lil bit of fluff at the end. Idk y'all, this is filthy. I need to be sedated after this one.

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @thesazzb, @tearfallpixie, @concretenoah, @deathblacksmoke, @synthetic-wasp-570, @nerdraging4point0, @beaker1636, @itsjustemily

Author's note: If you'd like to be added to my tag list for future work, please let me know. Also, shout out to @thesazzb again for being the little beta reader that could.

DISCLAIMER: All writings below are works of FICTION. They are about REAL people in FICTIONAL scenarios. They do not reflect real actions/opinions/conversations/etc of said persons and are not meant to.

Vinny’s grasp on your hips was bruising. His fingers grip and rings pinch into your flesh with every movement you make against him. He writhes underneath you with shuttered breaths and whimpers leaving his mouth. You watch him as you move on top of him, his skin flushed and his mouth wide open. His eyes were shut tight, and his brows knit together. He was so worked up that beads of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead and chest.

He was beautiful like this.

He arches his back as you grind your hips a little harder. His head tilts back against the pillow and you take the opportunity to nip at his neck. The gasp that left his mouth was heavenly. You were desperate to hear it again, so you bit down on his neck once more. The same gasp from before fell from his lips followed by a moan. Smiling against his neck you lick and suck at the spot, hoping it bruises anyways.

One of his hands leaves your hips and tangles in your hair. “B-baby….”

“Yes, sweet boy?”

“I-fuck. I need...” his sentence trails off when you start to pepper his jaw with kisses.

“What do you need? Tell me, baby.” Vinny’s grip on your hair tightens and he wraps his arm around your waist as he presses harder against you, desperate for more contact. Your bare pussy is soaking him just from teasing him all night. You haven’t allowed him to touch your pussy or put his cock inside you and Vinny is sure he’s going to explode if he isn’t inside of you soon. He’s lost track of time, but it feels like the two of you have been at it for hours.

He’s considered saying “fuck it”, flipping you over and pounding into you until you’re both violently shaking and cumming but he won’t. Even though he knows you would let him. This is what he wants.

When he arrived home earlier in the evening from rehearsals he was frustrated. Usually, when he felt this way, he wanted to be in control, but this time was different. He felt drained and just wanted to be taken care of. He wanted you to take control this time.

You knew what he needed the second he walked in the door.

Now, he’s struggling to string together a coherent thought, much less words. You’ve switched to a torturously slow pace, undoubtedly on purpose, and it feels so good his vision has blurred. He feels your hand on his chest and hears your voice, but he can’t make out what you’re saying. Vinny mumbles something in response but he’s not sure it was comprehendible. Your movements stop altogether, and a pathetic noise falls from his lips.

“Look at me, baby” You grab his face with your hand, flexing your fingers against his jawbone. His eyes narrow and you finally come into focus. He lets out a shaky breath as he takes in your naked form, a sheen of sweat covering you making your skin glow in the moonlight coming through the window. He can tell from the look on your face that you’re as wrecked as he is, but unlike him, you manage to keep your composure.

You smile softly as you observe him taking you in. You lean over and place a soft kiss on his lips. Rolling your hips harshly against his, you both moan at the feeling.

“I said, what do you want?” You rasp against his lips, still holding his jaw tightly.

“More” he moans.

“More what?” You move your hand from his jaw down to rest at his throat.

“More, Princess, please.” His voice comes out strained, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips.

“What do you want more of, sweet boy?” You run both hands down his chest, scratching at the flesh. Vinny whimpers loudly, the sound going straight to your aching pussy. You knew what he wanted because it was exactly what you wanted. You weren’t going to give it to him that easily though.

Vinny lies there for a moment, breathing heavily, and kneads at the meat on your thighs. You feel his cock twitch beneath you. Smirking, you grab him by the throat and lean over him, pressing your chest into his. Vinny’s breathing quickens even more as you start to grind hard and fast against him.

“Is this what you want? Hmm?”

“Fuck…fuck.”

You squeeze his throat a little tighter.

“Answer me, sweet boy.”

“God… yes.”

“You like how my pussy feels, baby?”

The only response you receive from the man below you are a string of expletives and moans. His fingernails dig into your thighs, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure of feeling his hard cock against your throbbing clit. You wanted to hold off as long as you could, but it felt so fucking good.

Vinny hears your moans get louder. He’s been with you long enough that he knows when you’re about to cum. His eyes fly open as he watches you using him to reach your climax and he damn near cums at the sight of you. You tilt your head back and grasp at his chest and arms to steady yourself as you convulse. He feels your thighs clench around him as your release soaks him.

“Holy shit, Princess. I could watch that all day.”

Catching your breath, you lace both of your hands in his and hold them above his head. You kiss him lazily and resume your movements, slower now.

“God baby, that felt so fucking good,” you say between kisses. “You want to cum too, sweet boy?

Vinny nods aggressively, lips still attached to yours.

You quicken your pace, refusing to leave his mouth unattended. You loved the way he tasted but loved swallowing every single whimper and moan even more. You notice his breathing has become shallow and the muscles in his stomach tense up.

“Are you close?”

“S-so close” he moans, sloppily bucking his hips up into you. “Fuck, m’gonna…”

You abruptly let go of his hands and lift yourself from his lap, scooting backward to sit on his thighs. You sit there and watch him as he desperately grabs at you to pull you back onto him, crying out when you resist him.

If looks could kill, you’d be a goner.

“Y/n, what the fuck?” He said more disappointment in his voice than anger.

“I’m sorry baby…” You bend over and kiss down his chest and stomach stopping just above his leaking cock. You lick the swollen tip, gather the pre-cum, and spread it over the head with your lips. He inhales sharply as you look at him through your lashes.

“… But I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”

You take his cock in your hands and lick up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip and sucking him into your mouth. His hand instantly goes to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You take what you can��t fit in your mouth in your hand and begin pumping his length. His hips jerk up, forcing his cock further into your mouth and causing you to gag. You slap his thigh, giving him a warning to behave.

He looks down at you apologetically and rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You squeeze his hip to tell him it’s okay and bob your head up and down his length. He leans his head against the pillow, cursing and moaning, covering his face with his free arm.

The hand that had a hold of your hair was now on your scalp, scratching. He was doing the best he could to behave for you. All he wanted now was to hold you by the hair and fuck into your mouth until he was spilling down your throat. But he can’t. He had to be good.

You had given him one warning already.

He was going to behave.

He wanted to be good for you.

Against his better judgment, Vinny looks down to watch you. To his surprise, you were already watching him. Your beautiful eyes were shining back at him, pupils blown wide with desire. Your cheeks were flushed. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

He’d be lying, however, if he didn’t admit that his current favorite feature was that your mouth was absolutely stuffed with his cock.

Your eyelashes flutter with every new inch you take in your mouth. You hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat to take more of him. When Vinny feels his cock hit the back of your throat, he has to bite his finger to keep from cumming immediately.

“Fuck, Princess, you look so good like this.”

You hum at the praise and Vin shivers. You continue sucking his length, massaging the veins of his cock with your tongue.

“Oh... oh god.” He breathes. “Please don’t stop.”

You move faster, cupping and massaging his balls. He’s a whimpering mess above you, he arches his back and begs you over and over not to stop. Both of his hands grip at your hair so tight you’re pretty sure he’s going to rip some out.

You love seeing him like this. You want to let him cum. Give him his release. He’s been so good for you, but you’re not done yet. You don’t think he’s ready. So, as you feel his balls begin to draw up, you remove your mouth from him and sit up.

The noise that escapes from Vinny this time is damn near a sob.

He sits up on his elbows staring at you, nearly in tears. His body shakes from breathing so hard and overstimulation. You can practically see his heart beating out of his chest.

“Baby, you’re killing me.”

You crawl up his body and sit on his lap cradling his face in your hands. You kiss him hard, and he wraps an arm around your waist pulling your hips flush with his. He hisses when your pussy makes contact with his sensitive cock. He presses his face into your neck, leaving open mouth kisses.

“What do you want, sweet boy?”

He groans into your neck and drops his head onto your shoulder.

“You know what I want.”

“You have to say it, baby.”

“I want you.” He trails kisses from your neck down to your breasts.

You grab his hair and pull his head back, so he’ll meet your gaze.

“If you want to cum you’re going to have to do better than that.”

“God, I want to be inside of you!” He mewls.

“That’s better.” You leave kisses down his jaw. You lift your hips and grab his shaft. He jumps slightly at the contact, and you smirk. You place the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Is this what you want, baby?”

He nods.

“Words, honey.”

“Yes.”

You pull him by the hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes ma’am.” He whines.

You sink onto him, but only enough for the tip to go in. His mouth drops open and closes again. He bucks his hips to push into you further, but you pull off him.

“Fu-uck, baby.” He cries out. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me fuck your pussy.”

“You think you deserve it?”

“Yes ma’am.” Vinny nods, staring at you intently.

“You think you’ve been a good boy for me?” You say squeezing his cock.

“God! Fuck... yes, baby. Please. Please.”

For a moment, you take in the sight of the man before you. His eyes are soft and pleading, tears well up in the corners. His mouth doesn’t stop moving for a second, his quiet but urgent pleas for release resounding in your ear. He alternates between rubbing and scratching at your thighs, trying to keep his hands busy. He’s restless and overstimulated. Sweet boy. He’s being so good for you. You suddenly realize just how intimate this moment is.

The pretty noises. The begging. The scratching and clawing. He’s so perfect, and all of it’s for you. He's falling apart for you. He’s begging for you. He trusts you. He loves you.

The way Vinny makes you feel is overwhelming. You cup the side of his face brushing away a tear that has fallen. You ghost your lips over his and sigh.

“Make me cum first, and then you can sweet boy.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Thank you. Thank you so much, Princess.”

Both of you gasp as you sink down on him completely. The anticipation from the night’s events and the stretch of his thick cock had your orgasm building already. You set a quick pace immediately, knowing neither of you would last long.

You wrap your arms around Vinny’s neck, and he buries his face in your cleavage. He uses both hands to guide your hips over him faster as he bites at your flesh. You throw your head back, letting him continue his assault on your skin.

Desperate to be deeper inside of you, Vinny flips you onto your back. He pounds into you relentlessly hitting the spot inside of you he knows will make you see stars. You feel the coil in your belly tighten, threatening to break at any second. You arch your back and Vinny growls.

Resting both arms next to your head, he towers over you as he slams harder into your pussy. His hair is stuck to his sweat-covered face. You brush it away and take his face in your hands. He leans down and claims your lips in a searing kiss. He breaks away and exhales sharply, his breath hot on your neck. Vinny runs his hand down your chest and stomach to find your swollen bud that was in desperate need of attention.

“Princess, need you to cum. Need you to cum so bad. Please. M’so close.” He massages your clit to match his thrusts and you’re so close you could burst any second. You wanted something from Vinny first.

“Cum with me, baby.”

“A-are you sure?” Vinny stutters, eyes wide.

“Yeah, you want to?”

“Please! Please, oh god, yes, please.” He practically screams.

“Then cum with me. Cum in my pussy, baby. Fill me up.”

Vinny’s moans were so loud that you would be surprised if the cops didn’t show up later. He slams into you a few more times before spilling into you, his cock twitching inside of you. He says your name over and over, thanking you for letting him cum. He shakes so hard he nearly falls on top of you. You have never seen his orgasm hit him this hard and it makes your second climax of the evening by far the best. Vinny coaxes you through your orgasm, leaving sweet kisses all over your face as he whispers praises in your ear. When you come down from your highs, you lie there together. Your heavy breathing is now the only sound that fills the room. Vinny’s head is on your chest listening to your pounding heart. You’ll get up and draw the two of you a bath eventually or try to at least. Vinny will refuse to let you, insisting aftercare is still his job.

For now, however, you lie in comfortable silence. You play with Vinny’s hair and hum his favorite song. He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, sighing contentedly.

“I love you so much, princess.”

“I love you too, sweet boy.”

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