#is it not enough that it's so sexy my dick nearly exploded from how fast blood rushed to it

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: Dieter's Wild Ride

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Fandom: The Bubble

Ship: Dieter Bravo x you (female)

Warnings: Ummm where do I start? Soft!femdom, sexy lingerie, mention of bi and poly practices, facesitting, cunnilingus, (non-derogatory) pet names, (rough) pegging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum eating (times two, even), rough PiV sex, squirting, bit of aftercare with affirmations and cuddles.

Words: 4,050

Summary: You and Dieter enjoy a hot session. This is porn without plot. Enjoy.

The thing about Dieter is that he’s kind of a nonchalant asshole, but behind that indifference is a shy, insecure man starving for tenderness.

Or a good pegging.

He hunted you for a long time. Flirted, coaxed, nagged. Gave you little presents that you threw in the trash in front of him. He got off on it, you noticed. You knew of his reputation and didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of giving in too easily. Besides, you could see that there were layers to him, and you wanted to peel them open, one by one. Break him apart, like slices of a clementine. Devour him piece by piece, not just be a quick fuck, never to be seen again.

When he finally stopped pretending, and showed you how vulnerable he really were, you agreed to go on a date with him. The rest, as they say, is history.

His confident chase turned to a submissive nature when he finally knew he had you. He loves being told what to do in bed, and loves you on top, whether it’s to ride his dick or, like now, his face.

You’re grinding down on him, holding onto his hair, swirling your hips, chasing the dizzying high and the fast fall, Dieter’s tongue on you and in you, his lips sucking your swollen flesh, his nose rubbing your clit.

“Good boy,” you keen when you start to climb, “that’s it, make me cum, that’s a good boy…”

Dieter whines underneath you, renewing his efforts, nearly choking when you push against him as the orgasm builds up and up and up to finally explode through you. Dieter goes on suckling your clit softly to lengthen the intensity of your release, supporting your legs when you start to sag. When you no longer can take it, you pull his hair to jerk his head back.

“Enough!” you bark, lifting yourself off of his face so that he can roll to the side. His eyes shine in ecstasy from having been used as your personal fuck toy. You should’ve known from the start that he was a sub, he practically screamed for permission since the first time he flirted with you. You missed it, though, because of that unpolished and distant front he put up. He was an interesting paradox: cocky motherfucker with zero interest in his fellow man on one hand, emotional little boy in need of a firm hand to guide him on the other.

You slump down on your back, closing your eyes and exhaling in a deep, satisfied sigh. The bedding rustles and Dieter’s scruff prickles on your thigh.

“So beautiful when you cum on my mouth,” he murmurs between the kisses. “So gorgeous. So good to me. You’re gonna be good to me, aren’t you, my queen?”

“Patience,” you tell him without opening your eyes. “Let a girl catch her breath.”

His only response is a low hum as he kisses your thighs, squeezes your soft flesh, finds his slow, wandering way up your belly. His stiff cock prods at your thigh, wheedling for attention like a spoilt child. When his lips reach your breasts, you grab hold of his hair and pull him away from you.

“I told you to wait,” you remind him sternly. His eyes are round with adoration and excitement. He is like a puppy that doesn’t know how to contain its excitement, that has the eagerness to serve but still doesn’t understand the mechanics of servitude.

“Sorry, ma’am.”

“Make yourself useful and go get my cock.”

He jumps out of bed immediately and returns within moments with the harness and its latex appendage. Knowing the pleasures the item can bring him when maneuvered by you into his tight asshole, he holds it reverently and hands it over to you like an offering.

“Good boy,” you praise him and stick your finger between your legs, drag it through your soaked folds to collect the slick, then offering the finger to him. Dieter immediately opens his mouth and accepts your finger between his lips, sucking it like it was the best lollipop he ever had.

“Thank you, my queen,” he murmurs, licking his lips when you pull your finger out. Sitting up, you put on the harness and cock your head as you regard Dieter, whose wide open eyes are round from expectation. Not only does he love seeing you wear your cock, he also goes feral from your sexy dominatrix lingerie you’re wearing, that’s barely lingerie at all but crotchless panties, straps and buckles criss-crossing your thighs and stomach and around your breasts in a contraption that resembles a bra but certainly has no cups at all. It’s not anything you though you’d ever wear but with Dieter, it only feels natural.

You feel the same tingling of butterflies in your belly and tightening of the groin that you expect him to experience. You may not be about to have your erogenous zones massaged until your mind is blown, but the mental satisfaction is just as orgasmic. The way he surrenders to you, falls apart with your cock in his ass and your hand on his cock over and over again, how he shivers with overstimulation but still begs you to keep going…

You’re getting ahead of yourself.

“How do you want it, Alejandro?” You use his birth name, the name that he as a young, edgy man starting a grunge band decided was too Latin, too pretty for the career he had in mind. He has been Dieter Bravo for so long that nobody barely even remembers he used to be Alejandro Gutiérrez Ortego. You didn’t of course know him back then but as soon as he told you, you started using Alejandro in certain situations.

When fucking him is definitely one of those.

“From behind,” he now replies, his voice slightly shaking. You cup his chin and smile reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, my sweet boy,” you let him know, “I’m going to be so good to you. Okay? Just do as I tell you and you’ll be okay.”

He nods and you give his chin a little squeeze.

“Get it wet, Alejandro. Suck my cock.”

You stroke his wild hair as he takes the latex phallos deep into his mouth, almost choking on it right away in his eagerness to start salivating.

“Careful,” you admonish him with a light little slap on his cheek. Dieter looks up at you with a mischievous grin and you have to smile back.

“We have plenty of time.”

“Yes, my queen.”

You can almost hear him purr on the dildo as you stroke his hair. Dieter always responded well to the kind of soft, gentle pets one would give a restless animal and now he slows down and takes it easier. You watch him take the latex into his mouth with devotion, admire how easily he just casts off sexual conventions. One of the things that you found so intriguing with him from the start was the non-normative approach he had to sexuality. You knew from the start he was bi and poly, but sometimes you think he’d fuck anything in any way just for the shock value.

When the dildo is dripping, you gently push him away.

“Get on all fours.”

He lets go of your cock but begs for a kiss first, one that you don’t mind giving to him. You taste yourself on his tongue and your pussy clenches around emptiness as you’re reminded of how well he ate you out.

As he scrambles to take the position, you reach for the lube. The dildo may be dripping with saliva and Dieter may like it rough, but you’re not going to shove this up his ass without proper lubrication. With practiced hands, you lube up your cock before taking your slick hand between his thighs, touching his much bigger dick struggling to defy gravity as it reaches up towards his flabby belly. His flat buttocks flex when you start to tease his asshole with your other hand, working lube into the tight ring of muscles to prepare him. He exhales in a groan when you work your hand up and down his cock, making it so slick you have to keep a firm grip. The length of it is a familiar, yet still tantalizing one: the veins, the seam, the bump of the head… the six metal balls of the frenum ladder, the two of the reverse Prince Albert. Male genital piercings were a first for you when you started having sex with Dieter, and the amount of them was almost intimidating. Once he fucked you with that studded cock of his, however, you knew you would never go back to a penis without piercings.

You press your thumb into his ass, drawing a pleading whine from him.

“Good boy, Alejandro,” you shush him, swirling your other thumb over the head of his dick. “Getting all ready for my cock.”

“Please, my queen,” he whimpers. You feel him quivering in anticipation. He’s always so impatient, so lust-driven, always focusing on the next thing that’s going to make him feel good. Sex with him is a constant chase for the next level and it has taken you a lot of time to teach him how to enjoy what’s going on in the moment. For Dieter, the moment is just a stepping stone to the next climax, but he has improved.

“What have I told you?” you ask him sternly, pulling out your thumb and instead slapping his buttock. He flinches, more from surprise than pain.

“Be in the moment,” he repeats dutifully, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. You stroke his ass cheek gently.

“If I get any more lip from you…”

“You wont!” Dieter immediately assures you, knowing from experience that you’re not bluffing. You’re fully capable of fucking him until he’s ready to explode, then just pull out and walk away, only to return and put his cock in a cage for the next few days. You hum your approval as you bend down and trail little kisses up his spine. Your cock between his thighs, Dieter pushes back a little, a wistful sigh escaping him as he feels the latex against his skin.

“Soon,” you promise him. “Just enjoy my hands first. Does it feel good when I touch you like this?” You run your fingers over his three frenum piercings. He swallows audibly.

“Yes.”

“And like this?” Your thumb swirls around his tight, slick hole.

“Yes.” His voice is more strained now.

“Good.” Without warning, you take your cock, line it up against his ass, and start to push it in. Judging from Dieter’s loud exclamation, he wasn’t expecting it at all.

“Relax and breathe,” you tell him as you squirt on some more lube. The blunt head of the dildo slips in and Dieter groans, dipping his head down between his shoulders.

“Yesss…. Yes, that’s good, fucking put it deeper.”

You smile at his keen hurry.

“Ask nicely,” you remind him in a tone, and hear him gulp.

“My queen, please put it deeper. And spit on it.”

You squeeze one small ass cheek. Dieter has never been afraid of bodily fluids, humiliation, or being freaky.

“I like hearing you beg, Alejandro. Do it again.”

And he does, by God, does he beg. When you finally oblige him, spitting at his asshole before invading the tight canal even further, he thanks you profusely. You settle into a leisurely rhythm, adding lube to glide easier, and watch Dieter’s shoulders tense and lax with each stroke inside his ass. His spine moves with you and when you go all the way down to the hilt, you see his skin rise in gooseflesh and he moans loudly.

“Please, my queen, rub my dick, please, I w-want your hand on me.”

“Oh, Alejandro,” you coo as you trace your fingers over the flat angles of his ass cheek and hip, finding his balls and cradling them. “Of course. I will make you feel so good.”

You bend down and pepper his back with kisses as you take a firm yet gentle hold of his cock and run your thumb over the head. Dieter misses a breath, then lets go a long groan.

“Y-yes, yes, please…”

You work him slowly as you kiss his back, everywhere you can reach, your hips undulating very lightly, more massaging his prostate than fucking his ass. He’s rock hard in your hand, your fingers are sticky with precum, and his moans are getting more and more breathless yet growing in strength and loudness.

“My queen, can I, can I cum?”

You smile against his skin, your lips curving on the topography of scars and moles and freckles, letting him feel it.

“Yes, you can cum,” you allow. “Such a good boy for asking my permission, you can cum, cum in my hand, that’s a good boy.”

Your voice grows lower and more heated for each word and Dieter whines, a shiver ripples through him as he spills over your hand with a sob.

“Thank you, my queen, thank you, that’s so good – oh!”

You do not let him come down for even a breath but let go of his cock, grab his hips, and slam into him. You assault him with your cock, going hard and fast, just the way you know he likes.

“Such a tight little asshole,” you pant, stroking one ass cheek before taking a new grip of his hip. “You feel my big cock in your tight hole, Alejandro?”

“Y-yes, so b-big,” Dieter stutters. You watch with satisfaction how his hands fist into the sheets. “Don’t stop fucking me, my q-queen, please don’t s-stop fucking me!”

“You will come for me one more time,” you rule silkily, yet with the steely command of a sovereign. Dieter’s head bobs up and down, rapidly, his knuckles are white.

“Just fuck me,” he grunts, and you push him down on his belly, hands on either side of the small of his back for support as you buck into him, again and again. Dieter moves under you, meeting your thrusts halfway, humping the bed to provide friction for his hard cock wedged between his soft tummy and the sheets. He reaches back for his ass and pulls his buttocks apart, whining at each of your deep, strong strokes. You look down to see your cock disappear into him, always so fascinated by how a hole so tiny can take something so large. It’s as incredibly as the idea of a man as unimpressed and nonchalant as Dieter falling apart so completely.

“You look so pretty like this,” you praise him, panting from excitement and effort alike, “with your asshole taking me so well. My good boy. My pretty boy. You can cum whenever you want to, baby, just cum for me.”

Your pussy is dripping wet and your blood is rushing in your ears, throbbing in your clit. You need him to put his cock in you when this is over, you have to cum on that dick, need to feel the little bumps of the piercings against your g-spot, holy fucking shit, you can almost feel it even now…

Leaning over Dieter and growling when you see sweat drip from you onto his back, you grab the back of his neck and brace yourself on his shoulder with your other hand.

“Cum – for – me – now!” The words are accentuated by hard thrusts and it works; Dieter is bucking underneath you, yelling as the orgasm makes him tremble. You stay inside him, absolutely still, your sweaty front draped over his broad back, skin sticking to flushed skin. Panting, you kiss his neck, pull his hair a little to make him raise his head from the mattress, whisper your praise into his ear before biting it, enjoying the ripples of post-orgasmic running through his muscles.

“Oh my God,” he whimpers, “oh my God, fuck, shit, oh my God…”

“Alejandro, that was beautiful,” you let him know. “You’re so beautiful when you cum, my sweet boy.”

“Thank you,” he whines, his gaze unfocused under heavy-lidded eyes, jaw hanging slack until you stick your fingers in his mouth and makes him suck his own cum from them.

“I need you to stay hard, baby,” you now tell him, the suction on his fingers making your pussy clench as hard as if he were sucking your clit. “You must stay hard, and you must fuck me. I need your big fat cock in me, Alejandro. Can you do that for me?”

“Mm-hm,” he nods, biting your thumb hard enough to make you flinch. You pull out your fingers and start to inch out of him. Dieter hisses and you caress his back, knowing how hypersensitive he is at this stage.

“I got you.” Gently, you slide out, leaving your hand on his buttock to stay connected.

“You okay?”

He rolls over a little gingerly, but his face is serene. “I’m perfect. Thank you.”

You smile and start to take off the harness but Dieter stops you.

“Leave it on. Please. I like seeing you with your cock, you look so sexy.”

You smile and let the harness stay on as you crawl over him, letting him feel the length of the dildo against his tummy when you kiss him.

“Speaking of cocks…” you murmur against his lips, “you need a little help with yours?”

He’s slackening but you know that not much is needed for him to reach full stiffness again.

“If you would, my queen?” he breathes and you smile again and peck his lips once more before moving down. Wasting no time on teasing, you lead him straight into your mouth and taste the salty musk on him. Dieter groans before muttering something filthy. Your pussy clenches expectantly when he grows big and hard in your mouth. His size is enviable and the first time you had sex with him you were initially worried that he wouldn’t be a good lay. Men with big dicks rarely were, thinking that size was everything. You had been wrong: he knew how to use it, employing not only his member but also hands, mouth, whichever part of his body was needed. He wasn’t afraid to use toys or additional people to achieve satisfaction. It was exciting but as your feelings for each other grew, it took a lot of communication to continue inviting other people into the bed you had started to share for more than fucking. Him wanting a threesome was not a criticism of you, him loving your cock didn’t mean you weren’t enough because you had to put on a cock to fuck him. Dieter was complicated and at the same time incredibly easy. It was just a matter of cracking him open and showing him what was inside. And inside him was love for and commitment to you, first and foremost.

So you keep the cock on, despite it having served its purpose for you, and you suck Dieter’s dick hard again, changing positions as soon as he’s hard enough to fuck you. For all your teachings about being in the moment, you are in a terrible hurry now. You want it fast, hard, dirty, and from behind – like the first night he fucked you. His signature move that works so well for you as his piercings rub against your g-spot.

He enters you with a sharp snap of his hips against yours, your breath catching in your throat when he splits you open and stretches you out. Holding onto your hips first, he quickly moves his hands to the straps of the harness that provide a better grip and allow for more control. Hard, quick thrusts that seem feral and out of control assaults your hungry pussy, but Dieter knows exactly how deep to go, how fast, how to move you with him. He has you building up in no time, the delectable pressure that invades your entire pelvic area but mostly inside your pussy, that one spot, that spot that is being sawed perfectly by the barbells on the underside of his cock, pushing and rubbing and Jesus fucking Christ –

Your voice goes up as you scream out your climax, your pussy convulses, Dieter pulls out and reaches down to slap his cock against your squirting sex, wetting himself, your thighs, the bed.

“Again,” you whine and he pushes into you immediately, fucks you steadily, knowing exactly what you need. He glides so easily now, lubed up even more by your juices, and has to focus to not slip out, knowing from experience how frustrating it is for you when the stimulation takes even the tiniest break.

You squirt again on his cock, his low voice growling in excitement over the gush of liquid wetting his cock, but you barely hear him over the blood rushing in your ears, your banging heart, your own wails of pleasure.

“One more, my queen?” Dieter pants and you moan something affirmative and drop down onto your trembling forearms. The third time takes a little more and you reach down to rub your clit. The smell of your sex and sweat invades your nostrils, your skin is heated and sticky, your pussy is starting to feel sore but you still want it, one more crazy explosion before complete bliss.

“Fuck,” Dieter curses behind you, “it’s like fucking a jar of mac and cheese!”

The soggy, squishy sounds of him fucking you do indeed resemble that of mac and cheese being stirred but you’re too deep in your insane pleasure to laugh at the awful comparison. When you cum a third time, your legs give way underneath you and you land on your stomach, panting and shaking on the cold wet sheets. Dieter doesn’t slow down but keeps fucking you until he empties himself into your spent pussy. Despite your burning body you can feel the wet heat of his spend inside you, spreading, seeking, dripping out when he pulls out.

“Fuck,” you hear him grunt and then he turns you over and dives down between your legs, licking up his cum oozing from between your swollen lips.

“Alejandro…” you whine, exhausted, when his tongue passes over your clit. Before you know it, he’s licking you to one last, toe-curling orgasm after which you curl up on your side, pressing your thighs together as you moan. Dieter comes up and collapses with one arm around you.

You wake up over an hour later, still hot and sticky where your skin touches Dieter’s, but chilled everywhere else. You roll over carefully, grunting in discomfort from having slept on the dildo. Moving slowly, your muscles sore and uncooperative, your take off the harness and cast it aside before curling up and nestling close to Dieter, whose movements are equally slow and labored when he wakes up.

“My queen,” he murmurs and kisses you, his lips landing on your nose instead of your mouth. “I love you. You’re so beautiful and strong and so good to me. You are more than enough for me.”

“I love you too, Alejandro,” you smile softly, meeting his sleepy, brown eyes. “You are an amazing person, kind and giving and trusting me to take care of you.”

“And you know how to dick a man down,” he adds cheekily. You chuckle.

“You know how to give it to a girl until she can’t walk.”

“Good.”

A shiver runs through you and he notices, pulling you into his embrace to warm you. You become aware of how much both of you smell and how wet the bed is. It’s part of the rough and dirty part but while Dieter gets off on it enough to start another round on the soiled sheets, you yourself would prefer a shower and clean sheets. Besides, you’re famished.

Still, you stay in his arms for a little longer, your thumb absent-mindedly stroking his arm, letting him enjoy his nap, you yourself enjoying the afterglow, the affirmations you always exchange after your rougher sessions, or the ones shared with other people.

Dieter isn’t what he seems. He’s not who you thought you’d end up with, but you’re glad you did. It’s a wild ride, for sure.

#my fic #the bubble fanfic #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader

[wildfantasykitten]

As I growl louder and rougher, feeling your soft insides getting bruised by my hard cock, as I kiss your back, biting on you the rougher I get, thinking to myself “mmmmmmm, fuck, his hole feels so good when it clenches around my cock”. Feeling your tightest hole squeezing my shaft each time my head goes so deep you flinch. “I’m gonna fill you with every drop I’ve got, baby mama. So many babies you’re gonna need me to carry you everywhere cause your tummy’s gonna be too much for you”.

I match my movements on your cock with mine going into you, making our bodies rock back and forth together. Loving feeling your skin slide up and down your shaft with my hand, such a sexy baby mama, making me feel luckier than he can imagine. My other hand loves the feeling of your stomach skin stretching against my palm, I can almost feel the veins sticking out as the belly button pops, and I love feeling it so much, it makes me somehow speed up. I nearly roar behind you as the feeling of knowing our babies are already filling you more than your body ever expected turns me on even more.

I can feel your stomach pushing my hand against the pillows underneath you in a way they didn’t before, making me grind behind you from pride. “Ohhh, my baby mama, they’re growing so fast inside you, I’ll be able to feel the pressure of your womb against my cock soon” I keep my hand under your tummy, making sure that no matter how rough I am with you, our babies will be kept safe and protected. My cock trembles at the thoughts of another, as my teeth dig into your upper back and I force my self deeper inside you than ever, the slight sensation of your womb squeezing against my head as I explode a thick load of my seed inside you. “Fuuuucckk” I shout in your ear as we hold hands over your tummy and I can’t help but increase my grip on your dick. My brain goes empty as I kiss the top of your back and the back of your head. “God, you’re just the perfect baby mama for all of my babies. Don’t think I’m done with you for the day… Far from it…”

The scream that tears from my throat as you slam all the way against my womb is nearly animalistic, my head tilting back in unison with yours as I hit my release the exact same second that you do. You can feel my hole tighten impossibly around your cock, clenching onto you with a vice-like grip, ensuring that every single burst of your thick hot seed has no viable way to escape from me. At the very same time, you feel me cum hard against you, my cock shooting off thin streaks of white all over our blankets and pillows as my pussy squirts almost violently between both of our legs. I give an almost startled gasp as, for a split second, I'm scared that it's actually my water breaking. Luckily all it takes is my hand quickly reaching down between my legs to realize that no, it's not my water breaking just yet...you just actually made me cum hard enough for you that the combined bursts from my cock and pussy made it feel like that's what was happening.

The overwhelming pleasure that takes over me in that moment is so strong that it almost makes me dizzy.

I let out another loud, desperate moan as another hard shudder ripples through my body, my hand gripping yours over my belly as we maintain that secure and protective hold. It wasn't even something I had to consciously think about doing, or tell myself to remember the entire time we were fucking--there was just something in me that set my body on autopilot, that knew exactly where to keep my hand with yours to make sure that our babies stayed safe in my belly. There was something so natural about it that it almost felt primal being so in tandem with you. Another shiver accompanied by a tender mewl escapes me as my fingers almost frantically rub over the backs of yours, wordlessly trying to convey what I'm not able to get out with words.

I love you. I love our babies. I want to give you as many of our babies as you can possibly put inside me. I'll keep them safe. I'll make sure they continue to get nice and big. I'll give birth to them when they're ready to come out. I'll beg you to fill me with more the second that they're born. I always want to be your baby mama.

My head slowly drops back down to the pillows as I start panting heavily, moaning very softly in the back of my throat as it dawns on me then just how big my belly has been stretching. Now that I'm not completely lost to our lovemaking, my brain is able to register that my belly has grown enough that it's sandwiching our linked hands between the taut skin and our pillows. I try to reach back for your hand with my free one, shivering sweetly at the feeling of your gentle kisses to the back of my neck, as I groan out helplessly, "Please don't stop...p-please...please, baby daddy--mmn!!!"

You feel me stiffen against your chest, my hips bucking back against your cock as you realize what it was that cut me off so abruptly...

A kick.

A hard kick, right against our joined hands on my belly.

Our babies were now big enough that we could feel them moving.

"...h-h-holy fuck...d-daddy did you feel...?...o-o-ohhhh my god...!"

You feel my hips all but grinding back against yours, my tight little hole clenching at your cock, as if trying to once again milk your seed into my belly. I'm so fucking turned on that I don't know how to even try to regain control of myself, my cock already twitching and starting to get hard again as my pussy continues leaking my juices down between our thighs.

And the whole time all I can think about is the deep, desperate hope that you just got me pregnant with another baby or two.

#21+ rp #mpreg rp #mlm nsft rp #answered with a kiss <3 #just for you anon <3 #holy fuck this is so hot omg

[tothemeadow]

ok so can I get a scenario with a sub fem reader getting railed over Muichiro’s desk I’d say more but I’m in a rush thank you for your time

‘game on’ / Tokito M. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, oral sex, unprotected sex, almost exhibitionism?, Mui is a little shit

words: 1,320

(a/n): Muichiro is 18+ in this

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“Jesus, guys, cover my fucking six, won’t you?”

“Maybe if you didn’t run right into enemy territory you wouldn’t die so fucking fast.”

“Right? Fucking scrub. Think about the rest of us!”

At that, Muichiro rolls his eyes. The others bitching at him through his headset are getting way too annoying. Well, they were always annoying to begin with, but he needs some sort of team to level himself up, you know? Still, he charges forward since he’s the one carrying this team. Fingers poised over the WASD buttons and hand gripping onto the mouse, Muichiro’s in the perfect state for complete concentration.

The thing is… Well, he isn’t concentrating.

Granted, he’s still better than the others despite his… problem.

Glancing downwards, he’s greeted with the sight of his bare thighs and your pretty head nestled between his legs. Your eyes are closed, eyelashes kissing your cheeks; it’s those very cheeks that are hollowed around his cock, wrapping around him in a wet heat that’s to die for. Perhaps you feel his stare – your eyes crack open and meet his darkened gaze, flick over his flushed features and the delightful pout of his bottom lip.

He bites back a groan as your tongue flicks his glans before it travels the length of the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. The slurping noises breaking free from your puffy lips are enough to spur him on him further. Fuck, he’d love nothing more than to hold your head in place while he drove his cock deep into your slutty throat, make you choke while he shoots his load into your mouth.

Fuck, you’re so sexy that it’s driving him nuts. For a brief moment, his hand leaves his mouse, opting to caress your cheek instead. Good girl, he mouths down at you. Suck.

“Oi, Misty, you still there, man? You went silent.”

Mumbling a curse, Muichiro’s hand leaves your cheek and he clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m here. I just got… distracted.”

“Jesus, dude. One minute you’re bitching at us to cover you and then you say you’re distracted? What the hell, man? Get your head out of your ass!”

“Suck my dick,” Muichiro spits.

“Already doing that,” you murmur, drawing away from his cock and pressing your lips to his balls instead.

Muichiro’s teeth clamp down on his bottom lip as another moan threatens to burst from his throat. Shit, it’s too good, so fucking great that his head’s gonna explode (that, or his insides – whichever comes first).

“Uh… You okay, man? You don’t sound too good.”

“Seriously? You’re taking his side? What about the match?!”

“Mui,” you purr, skimming your nails against the insides of his thighs, “I can hear your teammates through your headphones. It sounds like they’re giving you a hard time.” And, as if your pun couldn’t be timed any better, your hand wraps itself around his cock and starts jerking him off in a languid, steady pace.

“Fuck yeah,” Muichiro grunts, thighs subconsciously spreading further apart.

One of his teammates on the other side of the line stammers. “What the fuck was that?”

“Christmas - don’t you know when to shut up?” Muichiro snaps. “All you know how to do is suck at a damn MMORPG and bitch about everything.”

“You fucking twat-“

Before he has the chance to finish, Muichiro throws off his headset and leans back in his chair. “You see what you did?” he drawls, peering down at you through heavy lashes. “Now my gaming buddies are all pissed.”

You crack a tiny smile. “And is that a problem?”

“No.”

Your smile only continues to grow as Muichiro practically yanks you up off the floor; a slight gasp leaves your mouth as he spins you around, pinning your arm behind your back, then promptly bending you over his desk. The game on his screen continues to go on, a large, faded box in the middle asking if he’d like to respawn. There’s muffled yelling coming from his headset.

Muichiro’s always been the direct type, both inside and outside the bedroom. Frankly, it’s because he simply doesn’t care, but there’s those certain times when it seems to amplify itself and he nearly becomes a whole new person. Already he’s slipping his other hand into your pants, sneaking past the band of your panties and brushing against your slit. Warm breath fans over your ear as he releases a sigh.

“You got wet from sucking me off? Good girl,” he whispers. “Sucking my cock like your life depends on it – you looked real good, you know? I wanted to fuck your throat real bad.” He pauses and licks his lips. “But I guess I’ll have to settle for this instead,” he says, dipping a lithe finger into your pussy.

“Mui…”

“Listen to that,” he murmurs, pretty lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “they’re still yelling. I have an idea to shut them up.” He bobs his head towards the abandoned headset sitting on the desk. “Go on, baby. Put it on.”

At his suggestion, your velvety walls clamp down around his finger, making him suck in a breath through his teeth. With the hand not pinned behind you, you grab onto the headset with shaking fingers and slip it on.

“Misty, you little bitch, I know you’re still online. What the fuck are you doing, man?”

“Bro, I’m telling you – what if he got sick?”

Jeez, no wonder Muichiro gets so annoyed when he plays online. Talk about a pain in the ass.

You nearly whine when your boyfriend promptly shoves two more fingers inside of you. You can feel your arousal sticking to the insides of your thighs, hear the wet noises as he thoroughly fucks you with is fingers. They’re long and thin, perfect for playing the piano, but fuck they’re even better when they’re playing with you. Muichiro easily works you into a gasping, shivering mess; little murmurs of his name and pleads slip past your lips, all so sultry and perfect. You don’t notice when the other two fall completely silent on their sides of the line, stupefied over just the hell is happening.

“Please, Mui, fuck me already,” you purr, pressing back against him. “Stuff me with your fat cock.”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Muichiro yanks your pants and panties down, exposing your heated skin to the chill in the air. You cry out as the head of his cock grazes against your slit, spreading your slick all over you and himself. A quiet fuck graces the air and then he’s moving, pushing himself into the welcoming heat and groaning as you clamp down around him possessively.

“Ah, shit,” Muichiro grunts, halting his movements and allowing you to adjust. “So fucking tight.” He drops down, then, the loose strands of hair falling from his ponytail brushing against your neck and the side of your face. “This pretty pussy is all for me, eh? Sucking in my cock like that – yeah, baby, it’s all yours. Take it all in.”

“Muichiro-“

You cut yourself off with a moan as he begins to drive his cock in and out, hips moving erratically as he fucks you raw. The steady slap of skin against skin echoes throughout the room, mixing with your slutty moans and the string of curses spewing from Muichiro’s lips. He’s acting cockier than usual, more… feral. It’s only then that you realize that his microphone is still turned on.

Another round of obscenities bursts from Muichiro’s mouth as you tighten even more around him. This little brat was planning this the whole time, wasn’t he? Oh, but there’s something so hot about it, so fucking dirty that it practically has you shaking against his desk. You can feel him smile into the crook of your neck.

Shit, if it’s a show he wanted to put on, then you’re happy to oblige.

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #tokito muichiro #muichiro tokito #muichiro tokito x reader #tokito muichiro x reader #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #request

[obsessive-ego]

A late night hand nsft

Musical beetlejuice x reader

You give beej a handjob in your sleep

Reader has a vagina

Warning dubious consent, voyeurism, masturbation, mutual masturbation kinda

Shout out to the anon that told me to do this

Its been a full week of beetlejuice being underfoot and in your personal space, from the moment youd wake up, and left for work, to when you got home again, not that you minded at all, in fact you adored the demon, hell, you were head over heels for the ghoul, not that you had the balls to say it.

But this whole week he's been up on you, clinging to you, nuzzling his scratch beard into your neck, pinching your rear, poking at you, he just couldnt keep his hands off, not that you minded, though you did scold him for getting too friendly with your bum, you two even slept together and the man was a cuddler. All this physical attention wasnt usually an issue, you could normally deal with this pent up frustration and sexual neediness during some alone time with some less then wholesome thoughts of the bastard who made you feel that way to begin with.

But not this time, beetlejuice just wouldnt give you the time of day, normally he would duck out and scare the neighbors or lydia would summon him away, but lydia was off on a family vacation or something, and beej just wasnt in the mood to be a pest to anyone but you.

You envied the ghoul, his ability to just leave and do whatever he wanted, hell for all you know the bastard could be jerking off on the roof, shooting his load over the edge and watching it splat on the sidewalk, honestly you wouldnt put it past him, you couldnt help but snicker at that image, but your mirth was cut short when a familiar gravelly voice grabs your attention.

"What's so funny?"

"Ah, just remembered a stupid tiktok I saw the other day, dont worry about" you shrug

The ghoul grunts, alittle annoyed you wont elaborate on the joke, but his attention returns to the film the two of you were watching, he was watching, you were too busy in your own head.

It was the regular movie night the two of you shared, you would order pizza, beetlejuice would scare the piss out of the poor delivery guy, and the two of you would stay up till the early morning watching B list horror, all the while the demon had an arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side, he would claim he did it cuz he was cold and you were warm, and under normal circumstances you didnt mind, but now? You felt like you were gonna die, you swore the demon could hear your heart pounding away, or feel the warmth from your face, god couldnt tell you were in desperate need to deal with your pent up frustrations could he? Hell you wanted the ghoul to absolutely rail you on the couch, and you're pretty sure he'd do it if youd asked, but you werent that type of person, nor did you want friends with benefits relationship with beetlejuice, if anything you wanted something more romantic, as cheesy as that sounds, a loving relationship with a literal demon, I mean the two of you DO get along nicely, so maybe it wasnt too out of the question?

You were so busy in your on head freaking out you didnt hear beetlejuice trying to get your attention.

With a poke on the cheek you yelp in surprise

"You sick or something?" He smirked, amused by your cry

"Yeah, feeling alittle dizzy" you mumble avoiding the ghoul's eyes, he was leaning into now, his face way too close to yours, he had no idea what personal space even was, and you were in no state to deal with his clingyness unless you wanted to cum your pants infront of a jackass who'll never let you forget it.

"I think I'm gonna head to bed early" you shift away from the demon and up off the couch, he huffs in annoyance

"Really babes? You got the day off tomorrow, how bout you relax here with me, I dont mind if you doze off on me~, I'll keep ya nice and cozy all night~" he purrs, eyeing you up and down, if you werent wet earlier you were sure as fuck were now, you swallow the lump in your throat and squeeze your legs together and squeak out a soft "no thanks, I think sleeping in my bed would be ideal, I dont want to make you sick or anything, I mean If i am sick, night" you babbled as you scurried to your room.

With the closing of the door you were home safe in your room, not safe enough to jerk away these annoying pent up sexual feelings, yes you could be quite, but beetlejuice was nosy and had the nasty habbit of appearing when you least wanted him to, fantasies of him walking in on you then helping you finish is one thing, but in reality? Its terrifying.

You can stare at yourself in your bedroom mirror and snear "horny dumbass" you mumble as you plug your phone into its charger and slip in bed hoping tomorrow these frustrations would vanish.

Beetlejuice stifled a laugh at your exit, one of his favourite things about you was that you were a terrible liar, he could read you like an open book, that's how he found out you liked him and not just in a sexy way, he saw how much you liked him as a person, even though he wasnt one, you treated him with genuine kindness and wanted him around, not strings attached, that in itself was rare, a pretty little breather like you having the hots for a smelly creepy old guy of a corpse? One in a million, and he sure as hell wasnt gonna let it go.

He knew you liked him, and yes he's seen you masturbate more then he's willing to admit, but seeing you so turned on you looked like you were gonna explode? That was new, and he'd be lying if he wasnt a tad turned on by it at all.

Let's be honest beetlejuice knew he was winding you up all week, he wanted to see you're cute flustered expression, but soaking your panties? That was a bonus, he didnt think youd get so hot under the collar by his games, he was actually quite flattered that he had that level of effect on you.

The ghoul quietly floats over to your bedroom, pressing an ear against the door, nothing, he frowns, no sounds of soft panting, or the muffled buzz of your little vibrator, nothing. Maybe he was asking for too much, hoping youd have the guts to jerk one out while his presence was known, but no, no little peep show tonight.

As much as the demon would love to slip into bed with you and catch some Zs, it was still too early to do so, you'd still be awake, and in your current state would be pretty jumpy, he floats back over to the couch to wait it out, despite his creepy nature beetlejuice occasionally had these moments of respecting you and your feelings, it was odd, maybe the maitlands were rubbing off on him.

Beetlejuice spent most of this time waiting for you to doze off just staring at the ceiling as he reclined on the couch, he pulls a clock out from his jacket and gives a small smirk, enough time as finally pasted for you to be out and for him to slink in.

The ghoul fazes his way through your bedroom door, seeing you fast asleep, he smiles, floating towards the edge of the bed and with the snap of his finger his striped suit vanishes leaving behind nothing but a pair of stripe boxers.

Beetlejuice gently pulls aside the covers to reveal your sleeping form, you were wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, and with further inspection a pair of boxers, that were hidden by the shirt.

The ghoul slips in beside you and sighs at the welcoming of your warmth, the ghoul pulls you close being ever so gentle, trying not to wake you. The demon settles on the position of you using his soft chest as a pillow, your body pressed up against his side, and an arm around your shoulder with his hand on your upper back.

Beetlejuice let's out a soft sigh, this, this was nice, the feeling of warmth from your living body against his cold one, you were so soft, and warm, and alive, and you were all his, you just didn't know it yet. The ghoul couldnt help himself, you made him feel so wanted for nothing, of course he was going to fall for you, soon he'll get you to confess your feelings to him and then things will be perfect, but until that day, the demon was fine to snuggle with you, and get satisfaction from you in anyway he could.

His musings of your future love life was cut short with a soft whisper, it was unintelligible, but it was from you.

The ghoul stifled a laugh, you were talking in your sleep again, something you did often, but rarely was the demon able to make out what you were saying.

"What's up sweets? You okay?" He chuckled, hand running up and down your back

You mumble in response

"Oh, what's that? You need mr beebleboose to help you out?"

You hum

"You need me to rub your clothed vagina? Oh, y/n you naughty minx, is it because your so pent up from my little game of teasing-"

The ghoul's mirth was cut short when he felt the soft touch of a warm hand against his clothed dick.

"Whoa, babes, y/n ah-"

At first beetlejuice could have mistaken the first stroke as a slip of the hand, but another? You were gently rubbing his crotch in your sleep.

The ghoul quickly changes his hue to electric  pink, and bites his knuckles to try and stop from moaning out as your warm hand continously brushes clumsily against his cock, now fully erect, it was embarrassing how quick the ghoul's meat rose to your touch alone.

"Sugar, you're not playing fair" he groans before bucking into your touch, this wasnt fair, you're dead asleep and playing him like a goddamn fiddle, was this karma? Was this his punishment for making you hot under the collar? I mean as far as punishments go, it could have been worse, but having you touch him in such a way, and not being able to do damn thing about it? Still drove the demon nuts, god slash satan he wanted to wake and rail you, though he knew you would die of embarrassment if you found out what you did to him in your sleep, so here beetlejuice was, stuck between a tock and a hard place.

"Bee..."

The noise nearly stopped the demon's heart, if it was still pumping, beetlejuice glances away from the ceiling over to you, which thank God, you were still asleep, just rambling again.

The ghoul lets out a soft sigh of relief before you interrupt

"Faster?"

The demon nearly dropped his jaw at what you uttered, though he clenched it back shut when he felt your soft hand squeeze his cock through his boxers.

"Harder?" You mumble

"Y/n please" he whines softly "fine, you win babes" he ghoul groans before begrudging brushing your hand away and pulling his painfully hard cock out of his boxers, the ghoul gently guides your eager hand back to his desperate meat, which you gently take hold of, the demon stifles a moan at the rush of warmth of your soft hand against his hard cool cock. Beetlejuice slowly begins to guide your hand up and down his shaft, all while he pants and and moans, hips trying their best not to buck too hard and wake you.

"Oh y/n, theres nothing like doing the stranger, especially if you already know them huh?" He chuckles between pants

"You like that?" You mumble in a whisper

"God slash satan yes" the demon whines, he wanted this for so long, he would have preferred you be awake, but he wasnt going to punch a gift horse in the mouth.

His hand guiding your own began to pick up pace, running up and down his shaft, stopping at the base ever so often to give it a light squeeze.

"Is this good?" You sighed

"Sugar you have no idea" been groaned biting on his knuckles

As good as beetlejuice was at edging he knew he wasnt gonna last long, the warmth and softness of your hand was gonna be the second death of him.

He was in heaven, or as close as a born dead demon was gonna get, but he was brought back quickly to reality when movement beside him.

The smallest squeak of movement from the mattress followed by a soft whine from you, if the ghoul's heart was still pumping it would have stopped by now.

This was it, he was done for, you were gonna see his dirty transgression and banish him forever.

Seconds pass and there was nothing, no screaming, nothing.

Beetlejuice let's out a sigh before returning to guiding your hand up and down his desperate erection.

But you move you body again, a soft bump against the ghoul's side, and another bump, then another, followed by a soft whine from you.

Were you trying to get off?

The demon smiles and stifles a laugh, here he was tending to himself while his sweet little y/n was desperate for a release of their own, what kind of lover would he be if he was to leave his favourite breather hanging?

Beetlejuice moves his free hand from your back, and softly slides it between yours and his bodies, slipping it gently between your legs, where it was greeted with a great warmth. His cool fingers gently press against your clothed sex, he could feel you were already wet, you've been hot under the collar all week due to his teasing, the demon couldnt help but smile at how this was all his doing, with another press against your clothed folds, you let out a soft whine and gently buck up against his hand.

"Bee" you whimper

"Y/n" he sighs, returning his other hand into guiding yours up and down his leaking cock.

Many a nights has beetlejuice dreamed if this exact situation, although in his fantasy you were awake, but this was good too.

"Want me to make a mess honey?" You whined

At this point the ghoul was close to his limit, it was if you could read his mind "oh yeah baby, help daddy make a mess" he groaned using your hand at a more brutal pace, chasing his own orgasm.

"Fuck y/n, that's it, that's it doll, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum all over your pretty hand baby" the ghoul babbled before finally cumming, his ectoplasm splattering all over your hand and the sheets that hid his dirty deed from view, moving you hand away from his now spent cock.

Beetlejuice takes a moment to bask in the after glow, before finally coming down from his sexual high to help you finish.

His attention now, 100% on you, a slight increase in pressure on your crotch as he rubbed, you whined and bucked into his hand, mumbling his name.

Beetlejuice took this opportunity to be a tad more bold, slipping a finger up the pant leg of your boxers and into your soaked vagina, he shivers at the new sensation, warm, wet, alive.

He slowly begins to pump his finger in and out, while his thumb eagerly runs at the clit.

It didnt take long for you to finish ether, due to how tightly wound you already were.

"That's it doll, cum all over my hand, eye for an eye right?" He chuckles

With a gasp and a few messy movements from you hips you cum, coding the demon's hand in your juices.

You slowly stop your thrashing and you panting dies down to soft breathing.

"Was it good for you too?" The ghoul snorts removing his hand from your crotch and bringing it to his mouth, sucking the lucky finger that explored your entrance.

Electricity leaving his hair, but remining pink, content in his late night activities, he snaps his fingers and his cum covering your hand and sheets vanish, as nice a thought was to have you sleep in that mess, youd be furious, and he couldnt have you finding him out just yet.

"Good night y/n" he sighs giving your forehead a soft kiss before dozing off.

Bonus

You woke up groping around for your phone, 10am, you huff, you start to sit up before being yanked back down, into the arms of the demon who snuck into you bed again.

"Wheres the fore babes? It's your day off, come play with old mr beebleboose~" the familiar coo of the undead bastard you welcome into your heart graced your ears.

"Morning beetlejuice" you sigh

"Sleep well doll? Feeling better, you sure were hot last night~" he teased giving your cheek a pinch

"Yeah, I am feeling better..." you trailed off, clearly amazed that you really DID sleep off those frustrations "werid dreams though.." you mumbled

Beej immediately perked up at that "oh~" he leans in nuzzling his face against yours "care to elaborate babes?" This was gonna be good, you were gonna be a cute flustered mess again.

You snort "dont get too excited there Bee, it's not like that, I was standing in the living room shaking a can of pop" you say flatly giving a jerk off type of movement with your hand, the ghoul's eyes grow wide at the gesture, tips of his hair turning pink "you were there, sitting infront of me, I tried to talk to you, but you didnt respond, I just kept shaking the can, till my arm hurt, then I opened it pointed directly at my face, spraying pop all over myself, then the rest is kinda fuzzy..." you trail off knitting your eyebrows together ad if you were trying to remember.

The demon let out a loud cackle causing you to flinch

"Oh babes, guess that dream helped you release all that tension huh?"

Your face burns when It clicks, rubbing you legs together and feeling the familiar feeling of a recent masterbation session, you didnt cum in your sleep did you? God, let's just hope beetlejuice wasnt awake when it happened...

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #nsft

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Loved ~

Warnings: fem!reader, softdom!jisung, mentions of negative body image, penetrative sex (stay safe~), body worship, riding, slight dacryphilia, like almost a size kink?

Word count: 925 words

Requested: YEEE thank u anon! V●ᴥ●V

Note: okok so instead of doing another chubby!reader i decided to do just a overall kind of... insecure reader? so interpret that however you want c; also this is so bad skasjkfh but i have such a headache so pweasie understand :(

”My pretty princess” Jisung growled against your ear. 

The bed creaked everytime Jisungs length thrusted into your quivering cunt. Your nails were scratching his soft back leaving red marks that could bleed at any moment but Jisung didn’t mind since his focus was only to make you feel good. His head burrowed into the crook of your neck as his hands were pinning your hips to the bed to stop you squirming from pleasure. Jisung pressed wet, hot kisses around your neck and as he reached your nipples he started sucking and kissing the delicate buds. You let out breathy moans everytime his tongue swirled around the nipples and placed a hand involuntarily on the back of his head. 

“You are so perfect” he said while lifting his head up, looking at you and massaging your breasts roughly to which you whined. All of this had started after he caught you in the bathroom mirror, pinching away at your skin and sighing as you weren’t happy with what you saw. 

“So fucking ugly” you said under your breath and pulled down the oversized shirt you had been holding up for the past 10 minutes as you turned and posed in the mirror. 

“I think you look sexy” you heard a voice say.

Jisung walked into bathroom after his heart couldn’t bear to see you hate yourself like this any longer. 

Being in a bad mood you stormed out of the room, glaring at him. 

“Liar” you muttered to yourself but Jisung picked up on this and managed to grab you by the shoulder before you walked out. He pushed you around to face him which upset you even more. 

“What is your problem, Jisung?” you spat at the boy that was slightly in chock from your harsh expression.

The tall boy towered over you as he inched closer to your figure. His gaze was intense and almost filled with anger. Not breaking eye contact you backed away until you were stopped by a wall to which you were pinned moments later. Jisung slammed his soft lips onto yours which caught you off guard. Kissing him back you slightly parted your lips giving him entrance to your tongue. His big hands roamed across your body, shuddering as he gave your ass a hard squeeze while breaking the kiss. There was only a line of spit separating the two of you. 

“Everything about you is perfect and most importantly mine” he said, only inches between your lips. You put your arms around his neck as you latched onto his lips, feeling his hot breath. 

And that’s how you ended up here, on the bed, being pounded numb. 

Jisungs thrusts were quick and rough but the softness of his voice as he muttered sweet nothings in your ear made the sex gentle. He thrusted into you a couple more times before you felt empty. He flipped you around making you hover above him.

“Ride me, I need to see every inch of your perfect body” he whispered upon which a huge blush spread across your cheeks. Without hesitating you sank yourself down on his dick, feeling the girth and every vein that popped out. You let out an unusually loud moan as Jisungs dick fit perfectly inside of your soaked cunt. When you bottomed out Jisung drew in a harsh breath between his clenched teeth as he held onto your hips hard enough to leave marks. Slowly your hips started to roll against him creating an even pace. Jisungs hands let go of your hips and instead moved to your breasts that were shaking slightly from your motions. He pushed away the long hair that covered your sensitive nipples and twisted them, earning a broken moan from you. Throwing your head back, your neck was displayed for the horny boy and he licked bit down on his bottom lip to try to silence a moan. 

“Harder k-kitten” he choked up as your slowness frustrated him, holding back from himself fucking up in you. 

The pace quickened and so did your orgasm. Your legs were shaking and being too stimulated you hugged Jisung, his dick still inside of you. He patted you on the head as he started to buck his hips up in you causing a tear to roll down your flushed cheek. The pace was fast, Jisung was doing everything to make you orgasm. His dick grazed your g-spot with every thrust and with time the thrusts got lazier, signaling that the brown haired boy was close to his release. With the last powerful thrust the both of you came in unison. Still hugging Jisung you shook on top of the boy that had came moments after. Unintelligible moans spilled out of your mouth as you rode your orgasm, accidentally overstimulating Jisung that has his arms wrapped around you tightly. Cum was leaking between your legs as you flopped beside him, panting as if you had just run a marathon. He looked over at you with adoration in his eyes as he wiped the single tear off your cheek.

“You did well baby” he mumbled as you looked into his beautiful brown eyes. 

“Do you really love me?” you said quietly.

“I love everything about you” Jisung exclaimed as he snuggled closer to you, peppering kisses all over your face and neck. You giggled as you blushed, your heart nearly exploded from the overwhelming love you received. Laying your head against his chest you could hear the faint beat of his heart.

“I love you too, Jisung” 

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #stray kids reactions #skzsmut #skz smut #skz fanfic #skz x y/n #skz x reader #han x reader #han smut #jisung smut #jisung x you #jisung x reader #jisung x y/n #jisung x genderneutralreader #kpop smut

[henrycavillobsessed]

Captivated

Henry x first person reader 

Words: 2377

Summary: You and Henry have a “friends with benefits” situation going on,  but you’ve caught feelings, and so has he. Everything comes to a head when you see photos of him out with another woman. 

CW: Angsty smut! Sex, male and female oral giving and receiving; female ejaculation. Bad language. Anger and slight violence (struggles).

Notes: Hope you all enjoy this smutty, angsty one! I really enjoyed writing it :)

Looking in the mirror, I smiled widely. Damn I look good, I thought to myself. It was Henry’s turn to visit my house, and I knew he’d love the new lingerie set I’d bought that day; a scarlet babydoll with matching lace panties. Pulling on a silk robe and stepping into a pair of black stilettos, I quickly checked my makeup and hair was still perfect and then I left my bedroom. In the kitchen, I pulled out a chilled bottle of white wine from the wine cooler and set it on the table with two glasses, and then lit the scented candles and dimmed the lights. Looking at the clock I saw that I still had half an hour until Henry arrived, so I took a seat on the table and turned on the TV that was mounted on the wall. The showbiz news was on, and funnily enough the newsreader was talking about Henry and his new movie. I smiled to myself. It always amazed me whenever I saw Henry on TV, or in a celebrity magazine, knowing that I was sleeping with him, and had been for the last six months. It had started off as a one-night stand after I met him in a club on a night out in London, and it soon turned to a regular “friends with benefits” situation. The secrecy was what made what was already hot sex even hotter, and we regularly met up, taking it in turns to go to each other’s places for the evening, always leaving in the early hours to avoid the paparazzi. It was a complete no-strings attached arrangement, with both of us knowing it would never go any further, although recently I had started to look forward to our evenings more and more. I suppose you could say I missed him when I wasn’t with him, which was dangerous territory to be in. I needed to keep a check on that. Shaking my head away from these thoughts, I reached for the wine and poured myself a glass, glancing up at the TV. 

“… and speaking about Henry Cavill, could there be a new lady in his life? Known as one of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelors, Cavill was spotted today in Kensington enjoying a drink with an unknown, but incredibly pretty, brunette…”

A photo flashed up on the screen, and there he was. Sat at an outside table of a wine bar, holding a large glass of red, Henry’s head was thrown back in laughter. The woman next to him was also laughing, her hand resting on his forearm. They looked incredibly cosy. It was obvious they were on a date.

I felt like someone had literally grabbed my heart and was crushing it. My stomach plummeted, and I went icy cold. I gasped for breath, my hand flying to cover my mouth to try and stop the sob clawing its way up my throat from escaping. Tears sprung to my eyes, spilling over and streaking my mascara. Where was my phone? I grabbed it from the counter, opening Google. Typing his name in the search bar, I cried out as photos of them both popped up immediately, all with speculative captions asking who this mystery woman could be. I threw the phone across the room. My breathing was too fast. Grabbing the wine, I drank the whole glass in one. 

“What the fuck!” I whispered to myself. What was this reaction? I knew this would happen one day. He was Henry Cavill for fuck sake, I was lucky to have managed this far having a secret fling with him. Of course he’d end up with someone for real one day, probably an actress or a model, not a nobody like me. But if I knew what was coming, then why did it feel like my heart had been shattered? Why did it feel like I’d just lost him?

“Fuck!” I said again, louder this time. I poured myself some more wine, trying to get my bearings and control my breathing. As I was drinking the second glass of wine, slower than the first, I heard a key turn in the front door. Shit. I forgot he had a key. Usually he’d knock and I’d answer the door, giving him his first view of whatever lingerie I’d chosen for that night; he’d barely make it through the door before his mouth was on mine, his sexy muscular arms wrapped around me, a hand reaching down to

Jesus Christ, this was not the time to get horny over memories! What was I going to do? I stood up, wobbling slightly on my heels. I pulled them off, and turned to face the window so he wouldn’t see my tear-stained face when he entered the kitchen.

“Hi! I did knock but you didn’t answer, I hope you didn’t mind me using the key,” I heard him call as he walked down the hallway. 

I could smell his aftershave as he came into the room; he smelled absolutely delicious. I hastily wiped the black streaks from my face, using the dark window as mirror, and turned around to face him. 

“There you are!” Henry beamed, and then whistled. “Wow. You look breath-taking. But hey, um, before we, erm, begin, I need to talk to you about something…” 

Something inside me snapped, anger replacing the devastation I’d felt at seeing those photos. Who the fuck did he think he was? Did he honestly think that I’d still get on my back for him after he’d told me about his new woman?!

“Oh, I know what you’re going to say,” I said, my voice low. 

“You do?” Henry looked taken-aback. “But I-“

“I saw the photos, Henry.”

He stilled. I walked slowly towards him, seething. 

“How long has this been going on then, huh? Have you only come here to tell me because you knew I’d see the news today?”

I stopped in front of him, wishing I’d kept the heels on. He towered over me, his male scent overpowering my senses. 

“Listen, it’s not-“

“It’s not what I think it is? Ha, spare me,” I spat, my voice louder now. The anger was bubbling up to the surface; I couldn’t control it. “What have you come here tonight for, Henry? One last fuck before you move on with your brunette?” 

His face clouded over with anger of his own. He stepped closer to me. “Y/N, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

I laughed humourlessly. “Oh I think I do! That’s all I ever was to you, wasn’t I, a hole to fill- literally! – until you found someone better! Well, fuck you, okay! I’m a human being, with feelings! Didn’t you know I’d end up-“

My hand flew up to my mouth again, halting the words before I said something I’d regret. Henry frowned. 

“You’d end up what?” he asked. He walked towards me as I shook my head. 

He didn’t stop until he’d backed me up against the wall. 

“Nothing, just forget it-“

“I asked you a question.” His voice was dangerously quiet. 

“I said it was nothing!” I pushed against his chest, trying to get away from him. I’d have had more success pushing against a brick wall, but I didn’t stop. 

“Y/N!” he shouted, grabbing the tops of my arms.

“Get off me!”

“Not until you answer me!” 

I struggled against him, and he growled, the sound echoing in my sex which traitorously clenched in response. He was all male, and I was completely captivated by him.

“For fuck- I love you Henry, okay? I love you don’t you see that?” I angrily wiped the fresh tears from my face. Henry let go of me, finally, and stared at me, an indiscernible look in his eyes. 

And then his mouth was on mine, our lips crushing together. One of his hands grabbed the back of my head, and mine wound up behind his neck. His other arm was around me, holding me tight against him as we made out passionately. He growled again, and I could feel his erection straining against his jeans. He picked me up one handed and kicked the door behind him; we fell into the living room. He threw me down onto the sofa, and pulled off his t-shirt, his perfectly sculpted chest and abs coming into view. I was panting, and so fucking wet; my legs clenched together for some relief as he ripped off his shoes and scrambled to take off his jeans and boxers. He impressive cock sprung free as he stood there naked, eyeing me up like a lion does his prey. Then he bent down and threw open my robe, his breath hissing as he saw what I was wearing. He stretched his body out over mine, and kissed me again, hard, and then moved to my neck, biting down. I cried out, raking my nails down his back; I was sure I drew blood. He moved further down my body, taking one of my nipples in his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue. I arched up, the onslaught of pleasure taking over. I was desperate for him to touch me elsewhere, my pussy pulsing with need. After giving attention to my other breast, he moved down, looking me dead in the eyes as he tore the delicate lace panties off me with his teeth. And finally, his attention was on my clit, and I nearly came there and then just from the first lick of his tongue. He thrust two fingers into me, and fucked me with them as he ate me, and the first orgasm exploded around him, as I squirted hard, causing him to groan erotically; he licked my juices up, looking up and licking his lips when he was done. I sprung up, twisting him around and down so that he was sitting on the sofa and I took his dick in my mouth, sucking him feverently, licking up and down the velvety warmness, tasting the exquisite salty flavour of him. His threw his head back, a vein popping on his neck. He came quickly, and hard, the onslaught of ejaculate flooding my mouth. I swallowed it down quickly, wiping my mouth. Henry reached out and grabbed me, pulling me down towards him. I knew what he wanted. I mounted him, taking all of him in one, and then I was riding him, hard, his hands grabbing my hips, urging me to go faster, harder. We didn’t speak, our breath coming out in pants and gasps, both of us racing to climax. I screamed as I came again, ferociously, almost painfully, tightening around him, milking him as hot spurts of his cum pumped into me as he roared his release. 

As far as last fucks went, it was spectacular. Wait. Last fuck. The argument before came back to me, and I gasped, the pain in my chest returning. I got off of Henry quickly, grabbing my robe and covering myself up again. I could feel tears choking my throat and I did nothing to stop them. 

“Y/N, wait, I-“

“I didn’t need your pity, Cavill. That was a mistake.”

“For fuck sake, Y/N!” Henry cried, getting in and stepping into his boxers. “That wasn’t about pity!”

“Then what was it about?”

“I love you too! There, I said it! I fucking love you too, alright!” Henry thrust a hand through his curly hair, pacing around the room. I stood rooted to the stop, speechless.

“But… but what about that woman, your date?” I asked when my voice returned. 

“She wasn’t a date! She’s a new director, we met for a drink to talk about a potential project!”

Realisation began to dawn on me. “So when you said you needed to talk to me about something…”

“I wanted to tell you how I felt, how I truly felt about you! Because I saw the paparazzi at lunch, I knew that there would be photos, I knew you’d see them. And then I thought, if it had been the other way around, if you had been seen out with another man and I saw photos of that, I’d be consumed with jealousy. The mere thought of it made me rage.” He stopped pacing and turned to face me. 

“I know we have a “friends with benefits” thing going on, but it isn’t enough for me anymore. I love you. I want more. I need more.”

I looked at him incredulously; I can’t believe how wrong I’d gotten it. 

“You actually, really love me? Like I love you?” I asked, daring to hope.

“Yes!” Henry laughed. He picked me up, and spun you around. “I really love you!”

We both laughed together. It was like the beginning of the evening hadn’t even happened. When I thought I’d lost him…

“I thought I’d lost you,” I said, voicing my worries. “Not that I was yours to begin with, not really…”

“I think you’ve always been mine Y/N, and I’ve always been yours. I’ve been captivated with you from the moment I first saw you, first kissed you. I couldn’t even look at anyone else. It’s always been you.”

I started crying again, the whirlwind of emotions I’d felt since seeing that news report completely overwhelming me. Henry smiled indulgently, opening his arms. 

“Come here, baby.” 

I entered his embrace, taking in his scent of expensive aftershave and sex. Being in his arms felt so familiar, like I was always meant to be here. 

“What’s going to happen now?” I asked, looking up at him. “Am I going to be seen as the “new lady” in your life?”

He responded by gifting me with the most gentle, loving kiss. “Hell yeah, baby. Now I’ve got you, I’m not letting you go, and I want the whole world to know.”

He kissed me again, and we went upstairs to spend the night as we’d originally intended. But now our true feelings for each other were out in the open, it was like the first time all over again. Plus I didn’t feel like a nobody any more. I was Henry’s, and he was mine. And I couldn’t wait for the whole world to find out.

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[notyetneedcoffee]

Do Not Call

Part of the Calling Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Loads of lovely smut!

Somewhere between the DNA sequence string comparisons and the genomic polyprotein readouts a hot twisting knot of pain began to grow between your shoulder blades. Shifting in your seat, rocking your head from one side to another, caught the attention of one of the other team members in the lab.  

“Y/N, why don’t you call it a day? How long have you been here? You got here before I did.”

“I just want finish logging the results of this test.” You looked at the clock in the corner of the screen. “And I’ve been here for, ah, just over eleven hours.”

“Go home. You’ve been pulling long days for the last couple weeks.” He stuck his face back into the microscope before muttering. “And don’t take this wrong, but you look like shit.”

“Fine.” You rubbed at your sore neck. The test would run for several more hours and you really didn’t have it in you to stay. It would be here in the morning. Not even bothering to go back to your office, you just shut down and headed to the elevators. Bucky’s apartment was just upstairs.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t.  

He and Natasha were on a mission somewhere in Russia. The usual fun and flirty phone calls violated the strict communications black out required for the job. Even though disappointing, it didn’t change the work to be done. It didn’t even change much about your normal routine. You worried a little more, but quickly remembered they were two of the most capable survivors on the planet.

After nearly three weeks, however, everyone else noticed your tension levels.  

“Hey Doc, you interested in calzones?” Sam called out from the communal kitchen as you came off the elevator. “They’re from Mickey’s”

“Thanks, but I think I just need a hot bath.” You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes.

Steve snagged your hand as you passed where he was sitting. He looked concerned “Did you have dinner?”

“No, but I’m fine.”

“You look beat.” He frowned.

“Gee, thanks.” You sighed. “I have a headache, that’s all…and knot the size of a mac truck in the middle of my back.”

“You’re missing out on all those sexy endorphins.” Sam laughed as he lowered himself on to the sofa, big plate of food in his hand. Steve shot him a look, but you just chuckled. Sam set the food on the coffee table and tossed a throw pillow on the floor in front him. “Come on over.”  

Your eyebrow rose in question, but he just patted the front of the sofa between his spread knees. “Now, woman.”

With a rueful smile, you sat down and tucked your legs under the table. Sam moved your hair aside and dramatically rubbed his hands together. Steve rolled his eyes with a grin. The two men pretty much adopted you as theirs to take care of whenever Bucky was away. You found it really endearing, especially because Bucky bounced back and forth between being thankful and annoyed by it.  

Immediately, Sam’s thumbs found the knot and you yipped. Telling you to breath, he used pinpoint pressure then rubbed out the muscle. He knew exactly what to do. You groaned as the pain released.  

 “Chill out, Barnes. There’s no use being a dick about it now.” Natasha leaned against the wall of the elevator, arms cross.

“It’s bullshit.” He glared at the closed door. “Fine. The extraction team got us to the jet and they debriefed us on the flight. Sure whatever. But after the debrief, or even once we landed stateside, keeping us on communication black out is bullshit.”

She just let him rant. Listening to reason when anger spooled him up like this just didn’t happen. Nat watched his agitation level grow higher and higher over the last couple weeks. Teasing about being a whipped boyfriend even stopped being fun. He had it bad.

The elevator doors opened and he nearly bolted for his apartment.  

“Oh damn, yes, right there.”  

Your moaned words stopped him in his tracks.

“What the fuck?”

Three very different responses happened at the same time.  

“Buck!” Steve hopped up happily.  

“Ahhh!” You let out a delighted squeal and tried to get up.  

“Hey, man.” Sam’s hands went up in the air like he was being held at gunpoint. 

Bucky gave Steve a back-slapping hug, but his eyes stayed on Wilson. Steve stepped aside as soon as you came close because you launched yourself at Bucky, arms around his neck. Instinct took over, he wrapped you in both arms, face burying in your neck. He lifted you off your feet, squeezing tight, before pulling back enough to look at you.

His blue eyes drank in every detail, from the smile on your face to darkness under your eyes. Warm fingers of his right hand push through your hair. His mouth closed over yours, heated but restrained. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he rested his forehead to yours.

“Missed you.” You breathed against his mouth.  

“He missed you, too.” Natasha laughed. “What a bear.”

“How did things go?” Steve asked from somewhere behind you.  

“The trail was tough to follow and the intelligence targets were well trained, but that’s when our particular skill sets are useful.” Natasha gave Steve a blank face stare, silently saying don’t ask questions when you know you won’t like the answers.

“I don’t even want to know what you mean by that.” Sam commented.

“I’m not ready to hear you speak.” Bucky growled out, even though his face was still focused on you. Rolling your eyes, you pulled away a little. His harsh stare landed on Sam. “Wanna explain why you were touching my girl?”

“Cause she needed someone with two good hands to make her feel better.” Sam threw back.

He literally growled. You laughed, so did Sam. After a beat, Bucky rolled his eyes. A possessive hand rested on the back of your neck. Smiling up you explained, “I’ve had a knot in my back that just won’t go away.”

Bucky pressed his lips to your temple, speaking low. “Then we should take care of that.”

You still could feel the coiled tension in Bucky’s body. He practically vibrated. “Are you all done? Can we go?”

“Guys,” Bucky clapped Steve on the shoulder. “We’ll catch up in the morning.”

As soon as Bucky led you around the corner towards his apartment, he pinned you against the wall. Strong body pressed against yours, the heat of him soaked into you. You smiled against his lips as his mouth captured yours. Nipping your lower lip, the kiss deepened, becoming heated.  

“Take me home.” You breathed.

Bucky led you into the apartment, pushing you back against the door as soon as it closed. His mouth crashed against yours, demanding, wet and desperate. Both of his hands cradled your face, as he pressed his forehead to yours. You could see him try to rein himself in.  

Breathing deeply, his voice came out rough. “Have you been okay?”

“Yeah,” you kissed his full lips. Bucky’s blue eyes bore into you. “I’ve been working too long, because I missed you.”

He kissed you, deep and wet. “I need you. Now.”

“I’m here.” You nipped your way along his jaw, soft lips on rough stubble.  

Bucky pulled you tight against him. Powerful hands pulled at you, fingers digging into your hips. Fingers slid through his soft hair. With a growl, Bucky lifted you so your legs wrapped around his hips. The evidences of his arousal pressed to your core, and you ground into him.  

“Fuck,” He rumbled against your lips. “I missed you.”

“Missed you, too” You panted, pulling at his shirt as Bucky’s mouth ravaged your neck, biting, licking, and sucking. The desperate clawing at each other’s clothes, left a trail across the room.  

He fell forward on the bed, you beneath him. Taking your nipple between teeth and brutally sucking lips, Bucky caused your back to arch. A cry escaped your throat. You pulled at his hair. He licked and bit his way down your body.

“Oh fuck!” His touch felt so good, hot and desperate. You’d missed this.

Bucky’s hands roved down your thighs. They fell open for him, exposing how soaking wet you were. He inhaled deeply before lapping at your cunt. Your hand tangled in his hair. A cry ripped from your throat we he sucked hard at your clit.  

Fingers delving into you, he nipped along your inner thighs.  His voice was heavy, deep as Bucky crawled up, leaving nips on your belly, your neck. “Mine.”

Bucky pushed your knees up to your armpits, your breath rushed from your body as he buried his cock deep, setting a fevered pace. Panting, your legs shook against Bucky’s arms. His head drooped, breathing through his mouth.  

“Feels so fucking good.” Bucky growled out. Skin slapped against skin. His cock slammed into your wall, making your cunt quiver and clench. “Yes.”  

Pleasure dancing on the edge of pain, your eyes rolled back. Fire exploded at your core. Legs tensing, cunt flooding, you clawed at him. Feral, desperate noises escaped your throat as you came apart.

Bucky growled, riding out your orgasm before pulling out and flipping you over. He pulled your hips up, ass high, and slammed into you hard. Burying your face into the mattress as you cried out, he fucked you hard and fast, setting a brutal pace.  

“Yes!” You shook a second orgasm smashing over you almost immediately. “Fuck! Oh shit!”

His fingers dug deep. “Ah! Fuck!” He growled. “Gonna fill you up.” His hips slammed into your ass. “My girl.” Bucky shuttered as he emptied himself. “Mine.”

You both collapsed into the mattress, panting and sweaty. He stretched out on his side, trailing his fingertips over your skin as you lay on your stomach. Bucky’s lips pressed against your shoulder.  He knew there would bruises on your hips.  

Humming contently, you lazily smiled at him. You'd lost all other ability to move. “Are you okay?”

Bucky sighed, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “I am now.”

“I was worried.” You whispered.

“You know I can take care of myself.” He smiled.

“I was more worried about,” the words were a little hard to say, “how employing your special skill sets might affect you.”

Bucky’s eye grew distant for just a moment, but he refocused on you. “I’m okay.”

A yawn over took you, and you hid your face in the blanket. “Sorry.”

“What do you say I run you a bath, then we’ll sleep.” Bucky rested his forehead against your shoulder.

“Sounds perfect.”

Bucky wondered into the communal kitchen for coffee.  Few others were up, the hour still early. After a very long bath, and making love slow and sensual, you feel into a deep sleep. He’d lain awake studying you face, noticing the dark circles. Whether from the time change or his over active mind, he didn’t sleep for long.  

“Hey Pal.” Steve came up behind Bucky, slapping a hand on his shoulder.  

“Morning.” Bucky held up the pot. “Coffee?”

“Yeah.” He took the cup. “Didn’t really expect to see you up yet.”

“Couldn’t sleep and Y/N looks like she needs the rest.” Bucky sat down at the counter. “Did she stay here the whole time?”

“I think so.” Cap shrugged. “She works a lot when you’re not here.”

Bucky frowned into his cup. They’d both been working too much. Since becoming part of the team, he’d taken on more and more. At first, he wanted to do whatever he could to be of use... to be accepted. Then the jobs came his way to lighten the load for Steve and the others. They deserved a little breathing space.  Unfortunately, he really never worked out giving himself a break.  

“Morning Cap, Barnes.” Bruce Banner shuffled in, scratching his head and still wearing sweats and a tee shirt that were rumpled from sleep. He pulled a bottle of some sort of fruit smoothie from the fridge and cracked it open.  After downing a third of the bottle, he leaned against the counter. “Hey, tell Y/N her simulation failed. I don’t think she was really expecting success on this run, but she’s being chasing this solution for weeks.”

“Yeah.” Bucky nodded. “I’ll let her know. Steve, I’ll talk to you later.” He poured himself another cup of coffee and went back to his apartment.  

Peering in the dimly lit bedroom, he saw you curled on your side, clutching his pillow to your chest. He pulled the door partly closed and went back to the living area. Even though he was home, even though holding you soothed him, he still felt a bone deep weariness.  

He reclined back on the sofa, locking every image of you in his memory so during the times away he could call them up and see your face, hear your voice, lose himself in the memory of how you feel. Only this morning, he saw the tiredness he felt echoed in your face. You told him you were fine, but you always said you were fine.  

Bucky drank down the last of his coffee. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Please reduce volume, Y/N is sleeping.”

“How may I help you?” came the AI’s voice at half volume.

“How many hours has Y/N worked in the lab or in her office this week?”

“Docton Y/L/N was on the 32nd floor for 89.6 hours over the last seven days.”  

Bucky rubbed his forehead. No wonder you were just as tired. “Thank you.”

“You checking up on me?” Your sleepy voice mumbled from the bedroom door.

“Always.” He stood and wrapped his arms around you. Snuggling into his chest, you slipped your hands beneath his tee shirt and skimmed your palms over the flesh of his lower back. He pressed his lips to your temple. “It’s still early, why don’t you get some more sleep.”

“Come with me.”  

“There’s something I need to do first.” Bucky cupped your face, kissing you gently. “Go back to sleep, and I’ll come wake you up soon.”

“You’d better be naked when you do.” You kissed him back.

“Promise.” Bucky smiled. He walked you back to bed and actually tucked the covers in around you, kissing you sweetly. “I’ll be right back.”

He left the apartment and luckily found his target in the kitchen with several of the others. Good, he didn’t need to go hunt him down. “Stark. I need to talk to you.”

 You studied the results of your latest test simulation when the phone in your pocket buzzed. Pulling it out, you smiled at the image waiting. It was a pile of Bucky’s tactical gear on the floor of his bathroom, as if he’d just stepped out of them.  

‘That looks promising.’ You texted back.  

‘Come home.’  

You wanted to, you really did. Looking around the lab, you tried to think of excuses to leave. Shifting to your calendar, you examined everything for what could wait. Part of you knew you didn’t need an excuse to take time off. There were no crisis or deadlines looming.  

“Wow! Is it always this bright in here?” The voice of Tony Stark drew everyone���s attention. “Hey Doc, got a second?” He looked around the lab, absently picking things up and putting them back down. “I’ve got a, um, side gig for you.”

“Sure,” You stood up. “My office?”

Once alone, Stark buried his hands in his pockets. “Go home.”

“What?” You turned on him.  

“I know you’re chasing something down the rabbit hole. I get it. I do. But I did some checking any you’re pulling some major league burn out hours.” Tony leaned into you.  

“But,”

“No buts,” He shook his head. “I’ve read your reports. You are on to something, but for the last ten days you’re running in circles. You need to step away. This isn’t anything that won’t wait. Take some time off, and come back at it with a fresh mind.”

“Tony.”

“Doc,” He opened the door to leave. “This isn’t a request. I’d lock out your access to lab, but think Barnes will get a hold of you before that. Go home.”

Bucky. Shit. You never responded to his text earlier. “Alright. You win.”  

When you got to Bucky’s apartment, he was leaning against back of the sofa dressed in jeans and a hoodie. A duffel bag rested at his feet. He did not look happy.

“Buck?”

“You’re late.”  

“I was working until just a minute ago. I’m sorry I didn’t return your text.”  

“Stark had to show up.”

“Ah,” You took a deep breath, of course he would know. “Yeah.”

He nodded. “Alright, then. We’ve got a car waiting. Let’s go.” He picked up the bag and took your arm.  

“What? Bucky, what’s going on?”

“We’re taking off.”

“Well, let me tell...” You pulled out your phone to redirect your lab communications to your cell. Bucky grabbed the cell from your hand. “Hey.”

“Not this time, Doll.” A wicked smile crossed his face. “Neither of our number will reach us for the next couple days.”

“So this is what...”

“A kidnapping.” Bucky grinned.

“I was going to say vacation.”

“Nope.” He lunged at you, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Bucky!” You half laughed, half screamed.

He picked up the duffel bag and left the apartment with you over his shoulder. Even as you passed the common area, you continued to plead to be let down. Steve, Sam and Wanda all watched with amusement.

“Dammit, Buck! Please!”  

“Have a good time.” Wanda waved.

“Stay hydrated!” Sam shouted. Steve laughed.  

“Thanks. See ya later.” Bucky didn’t put you down until you got to the car.

For the entire drive, Bucky’s hand kept slipping over your thigh. His fingers would deep between your legs, rubbing over your cotton covered core.  “How long until we get there?”

“Anxious, Doll?”

“It’s all your fault.” You giggled as his hand massaged your inner thigh. “You’re the one who went all caveman and carried me out of there.”

Bucky laughed, a deep and hearty laugh. “Oh, you liked that?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Bucky drove faster.

A short time later the car pulled up in front of a modern steel and wood small house nestled on the shore of a secluded lake. Running around to get your car door, Bucky took your hand and led you inside. He dropped the duffel bag just inside, barely allowing you the opportunity to look around before kissing you deep.

Bucky began to walk you to the bedroom. You pulled your shirt over your head. He smiled, a predatory look, pulling his own shirt over his head. He reached for you, but you backed away. He lunged. You squealed with laughter as he swept you up. He threw you down on to the bed, where you landed with a bounce.

You unzipped your pants, smiling playfully. Buck snagged up your feet tugging your clothes off. A wide smile lit his face and a playful glint burned in blue eyes. Stretching out naked across the bed, back arched, you bit your lip as he unbuckled his pants. Damn, he was gorgeous.  

Rolling over onto all fours, your reached for him. He kicked his pants aside and stepped closer to the edge of the bed. With a smirk he held out his cock. “Is this what you want, Doll?”

Wetting your lips with your tongue, you returned the smile. “You know I do.”

Running your tongue around his head, taking him in your mouth, your hummed in delight. Bucky’s hand wound tight in your hair. His hips rocked into your mouth. “Oh, shit, yes!”  

Tugging you by the hair, Bucky pulled you away from his cock and up onto your knees. He kissed you hard, wet. “You’re all mine. No distractions.” He nipped at your lips, tongues battling. His left hand squeezed your breasts, metal fingers pinching the taunt nipple. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” He fingers slid between your wet folds.  

Curling two fingers into you, he pumped your pussy while you whined into his mouth. He held your head by the hair, kissing you desperately as you began to shake. Moaning and whimpering into his kisses, he smiled against you.  

“Shit. Bucky.” You panted.

“Oh yes.” His hand moved fasted, making wet sloppy sounds in you cunt. “That’s it.” He nipped you ear. “Come for me, Doll.”  

You flushed. The tension breaking free, making you shake. Coming apart under his hand, you moaned as you collapsed onto his shoulder. Bucky smiled, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them. He cupped your face, kissing you slow.

Bucky nudged you back on to the bed. He laid you back, trailing wet, open mouth kisses down your body. He nipped at your side and you twitched, giggling. He chuckled, tickling you again. Attacking you with more enthusiasm, you squirmed, laughing out loud, pushing at him.

He crawled between your legs, taking your hands in his and pining you down. Your wide smile matched his. Bucky nuzzled your neck. “Damn, I love your laugh.”

His hips rolled into yours, the length of him sliding along your core. You curled a leg up and over his hip, tilting until you felt him at your entrance. Bucky slid into you, burying himself in one thrust. You both moaned.  

Your fingers entwined with his, Bucky held his weight on his elbows. He plunged into you deep, filling you, body rubbing along body. Your hips tipped, his cock rubbing deliciously along just the right spot. Lost in the intensity of his blue eyes, your heart filled as heat coiled in your core.  

“Buck, oh, you feel so good…” You purred. He released your hands, rolling you both over. His hands dug into your hips as you rode him. Your fingers dug into his chest. “Fuck, yes!”  

Your body quivered, tightening around him. Bucky growled hips snapping up into you hard. You came with a violent shutter. Practically holding you above him by the hips, he pounded up into you. He lost his rhythm, pressing into you hard, following you over the edge. “Oh, fuck!”  

You fell forward onto him, boneless, as your breath returned to normal. His mouth kissed along your neck, up to your ear. Your fingers traced down his sides.  

He twitched. You giggled and dug your fingers in.  

“No!” Bucky laughed, wiggling beneath you. Laughing, you tried in vain to hold on. He flipped you over, pinning your hands over your head, still chuckling.

You smiled up at him, so happy he’d swept you away. “I love your laugh too.”

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[rawiswhore]

Triple H x Fem Reader- “Titty Master”

Triple H has had one helluva year throughout 1998.

Actually, the WWF in general as well as yourself have had one helluva year.

The WWF is no longer your daddy's WWF, now it has attitude and even the look of the logo has changed.

Stone Cold Steve Austin is really blowing up popularity, so is Kane, Sable, the Rock, yourself, and Triple H/D Generation X.

Former wrestling valet Debra has joined the WWF, whereas a female pro wrestler named Jacqueline has joined the WWF as well.

D Generation X weren't just Triple H and Shawn Michaels, they added the New Age Outlaws and X Pac to the faction and ended up increasing even more in popularity than when it was just Triple H, Shawn and Chyna (and to an extent: Rick Rude, who was a completely pointless member and didn't really do anything).

Since Shawn Michaels and Triple H formed DX, women in the audience began to flash their tits at them, and when DX added more new members and 1998 progressed on, women in the audience still continued flashing their breasts at them.

Which would lead to Triple H asking women in the audience to lift their tops up and flash their boobs to him and the rest of the DX squad, and of course they did, including one iconic moment featuring a Jenna Jameson lookalike dressed in an Austin 3:16 top.

Triple H does love women's breasts in general: not only does his wrestling moniker sound like a bra size as well as asking chicks in the audience to flash him, but there was that moment where he and Shawn were standing in the ring with Chyna, gawking at her big fake implants falling out of her low cut top and making corny breast jokes, and of course when 2 decades later he stared at Nikki Bella's cleavage when she was breathing.

Let's also not forget to mention his wife in the early 2000's Stephanie McMahon had huge, enormous tits and when he was talking with Maria Menuonos about what you thought was the size of her tits, turns out he was only talking about the necklace wrapped around her neck.

Seeing him ask women to flash their tits to him has given you an idea.

At the end of December 1998, a time when Triple H had no facial hair, which is wonderful because he looks so hot without it, you told him how you've seen him ask those women in the crowd at WWF shows what to do and what he's motioned them to do.

You weren't angry at him and explained that, but you told him your idea you had planned for him, and he loved your idea.

This idea will be his early Christmas present, even.

You invited him to your dressing room, shutting the door behind the two of you and hanging a "do not disturb" sign on the door.

You sunk yourself all the way down to in front of his crotch, where you slid the belt out of the belt loops of his jeans by pulling on the belt buckle, his belt snaking through those loops, until he didn't have a belt wrapped around the top of his jeans.

You placed that belt on the floor and unzipped his jeans, popping the button of his jeans off while your thumb and index finger slid the zipper all the way down.

You then grabbed onto the sides of his jeans and pulled both his jeans and boxers all the way down to his knees, freeing his erection.

After that was over with, you lifted the top you were wearing off of your chest and over your head, you wore no bra underneath, and that's a good thing.

Triple H's eyes grew wide and wild seeing your bare naked tits, he feeling like he does when chicks flash their boobs to him.

After you placed your top on the floor, you put your hands under your breasts and held them, directing your tits to the bottom of his shaft.

Your breasts sandwiched the bottom of his shaft, your hands still holding onto your tits, and you proceeded to elevate your breasts up his shaft to the top of his dick, and once you reached where his penishead is, you slid your tits all the way down to the bottom of his shaft again, only for them to go back up to his penishead when they reached the bottom.

You did this over and over again, your breasts warming up his shaft and making some heat with them.

Sometimes your breasts ran slowly up and down his cock, other times they went fast.

Triple H, meanwhile, was looking down at you giving him a "boobjob" with his cock, and the roof of his mouth could nearly salivate seeing you do this to his penis.

Precum began to spill from the slit of his penishead and drip down his shaft like a raindrop down a window, and you want that to happen.

While your tits were cranking up and down his shaft, his precum was colliding on your tits, and you want his precum or official cum in general to get on your breasts.

Why? So they'll look oily and shiny and it will turn him on.

His tongue licked across his top lip like he was horny and enjoying the view, which he completely was.

You, on the other hand, would love to suck on his cock while his dick fucks your cleavage, and maybe you even could try to do it.

Some of the other wrestlers, hot or not, are missing out on Triple H titty fucking you, they would go absolutely nuts seeing this and want you to do that to them, but some of these men who probably want that are ugly.

Plus, they'd probably want a really buxom WWF woman like Sable, Debra and Jacqueline do that to them.

Jerry Lawler would probably love getting a "boob job" (and you don't mean boob job as in getting breast implants) from not just you, but Sable, Debra, Terri Runnels and maybe even Jacqueline, considering he's someone who goes nuts for women's "puppies" ("puppies" meaning "breasts") but Jerry is a fat, bloated, creepy, Trump-supporting, old enough to be your father pedophile who had sex with underage girls, so forget about him.

Your breasts were heating Triple H's shaft and cock up, he was leaning his head back in ecstasy over how good this feels.

Speaking of heat, he was getting hot under his shirt from you masturbating him, so he grabbed his shirt and lifted it off of his torso and over his head, tossing it to the floor.

You heard the sound of him take his shirt off, your eyes looking up at him take his shirt off, and you could nearly salivate seeing his bare naked torso and take his shirt off, you're pretty sure your ovaries just exploded from him pulling his shirt off of his body.

Even though Triple H looks hot AF now, you're not looking at his face while your breasts rub up and down his cock, why?

You don't wanna see his hilarious facial expressions while he fucks your tits!

Despite the fact that the male audience cheers women in the WWF for having huge breasts, usually fake ones, you refuse to get breast implants, why?

Chyna burst one of her implants during on a match in the ring, and you're afraid if you got breast implants, you'd burst them in the ring, and you're afraid other women in the WWF will burst one of their implants in the ring during a match as well.

You don't care if horny males drool over their fake breasts, it's still dangerous and there's other places to see oversexualized women.

Triple H's eyes were closed while his head leaned back, his mouth releasing these quiet, gravelly little moans and groans while your tits cranked up and down his shaft.

You could've done this with Trips in the locker room or even a hotel room, as long as he isn't too loud.

He was breathing quite heavily while you masturbated him with your breasts.

His precum was spilling onto your breasts, and while you were jerking him off with your tits, you directed your hands over your breasts and started to caress his precum all over your breasts, smearing his precum on your tits.

You wanted your tits to look shiny, like you rubbed lube all over them.

You were managing to lubricate your boobs all while they sandwiched up and down his shaft, now that's talent.

But...he's gonna miss your breasts smeared in his precum!

"Hunter" you said to him, sounding like that woman in the shower during a WWE show at the end of 2002 when Triple H hopped out of the shower, soaking wet and putting a towel around his genitals.

He lifted his head and opened his eyes, looking down at you, only to see you were rubbing your breasts all while your tits sandwiched his shaft, your tits masturbating his cock.

When you saw him look down at you, you removed your hands off of your breasts and showed off your shiny, precum smothered tits, although you still put your hands under your tits so you could move them  up and down his shaft.

You also smiled and had a naughty facial expression on your face while you showed off your tits.

He was astonished and surprised at your skill and talent, which made him grin.

He grinned and was turned on even more seeing your shiny breasts covered in his precum.

He figured he should've lifted his head and looked down to see what was going on, and he wasn't disappointed.

You do want to suck his cock while your tits sandwich and jerk him off, but you want him to cum on your chest, give you a pearl necklace, as they say.

Wonder if he seeing your breasts looking shiny will make him cum even more?

"You've got such big, juicy tits" he purred, his voice sexy and husky, his tongue licking his lips.

Blood was filling up his cock, making it erect, but so much blood was filling his cock up his dick may as well explode.

You don't even have breast implants, but you're sexually arousing him so much.

"Just jerk my cock off" he ordered, his voice husky and not sounding so demanding, which made his eyes roll in the back of his head and his head arch back.

He could cum any minute now, so you shouldn't really try to lick his shaft and/or penishead.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm" he mumbled and muttered, biting his bottom lip. "You're making me so fucking horny"

When he said that, he lifted his head and opened his eyes, looking at you beneath him.

Throughout this "boobjob", some of his precum was also spurting into the middle of your chest, the space in between your tits.

Triple H could use a titjob/titty fuck after every match he's had, and he's had a stressful, crazy year this year.

You're relieving his stress.

He regrets somewhat not staring and looking at your breasts throughout this boobjob, though the next time you tittyfuck him, he'll try to stare at your tits.

"Could you go a little faster?" he asked you, and you increased the pace of how fast your tits were going up and down his shaft.

His precum spilling down his shaft lubricated his cock, which made it easier for your tits to slide up and down his shaft.

Your arms and hands were starting to hurt and get sore from masturbating his shaft, but you still managed to cope with it.

"Ohhhhhhh-Oh God!!!" he cried out, his eyes closing and mouth opening, and the slit of his penis suddenly released his jizz onto the middle of your chest.

When you heard him cry that out, you closed and shut your eyes so his cum won't get in your eyes, that stings AF.

His milky white cum that looks like spilled coffee cream stuck and slid down your chest, he breathed like he was out of breath after he had came.

Your moved your breasts off of his shaft and looked down at your chest, one of your hands scooped up the cum off of your chest.

You clasped your hands together until both palms of your hands and fingers were covered in cum, and proceeded to place your hands on your breasts, smearing and caressing your breasts in cum.

"Hunter" you said again in that same tone of voice.

He opened his eyes and saw you caress your tits in his cum, and he could see the cum on your breasts.

Despite the fact that he just came, he loved this view, but doesn't want to get an erection again.

You finished the night off by cleaning his cock by giving him a blowjob.

Triple H as well as you have something to say to the rest of the WWF wrestlers and divas, though you don't know if they care or not.

Some of them will and might, some of them won't.

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Since I titled this fanfic after the nickname of a hot former WWE wrestler, maybe some of you Dean Ambrose lusters could even imagine you masturbating his cock with your tits.

#triple h #1998 #90s #wwf #attitude era #wwf attitude #fanfiction

[highqueenofelfhame]

GIVE ME THE PART THREE COSTUME PARTY SEXY SEX I KNOW YOU HAVE IT BITCH SO GIVE IT TO ME

The entry into her apartment was anything but subtle, the door slamming back against the wall before Rowan kicked it shut behind them. He’d lifted her just as he opened the door, his hands riding up under her dress to cup her ass. She had moaned into his mouth, the sound a purr like he was touching her in all the right places. 

“Shit,” he swore, half dropping Aelin to try to catch the standing lamp she’d managed to kick over. 

Her head fell back and laughter poured from her lips, the sound making a grin spread over his as well. One of her feet grazed the floor, effectively catching his and they tumbled to the ground, Rowan managing to twist them so they landed with a thud in a mass of limbs. Aelin was cackling as she rolled on top of him and it was contagious, both of them grinning against each other’s mouths as his hands ran up under her dress again. 

“Oops,” she whispered, causing them to laugh all over again.

It didn’t matter that they were on the floor, she sat up to straddle his waist and began working her dress off and when she discarded it onto the floor beside them she was completely naked atop him. Rowan groaned, his hands running up her body to squeeze her breasts. The feeling it gave her when he lifted his head to capture her nipple in his mouth was incredible, sending more heat to her very core. 

As he switched to her other nipple, biting and teasing it with his teeth and tongue, she made quick work of getting his shirt off to spread her hands over his perfect and glorious body. Wondering if the Gods themselves had personally carved his body with their own hands, she traced every line and muscle with her fingers before crawling between his legs to trace them with her mouth. When she kissed just below his navel and began working at his pants again, his head dropped back and he groaned her name whilst lacing his fingers into her golden hair. 

With her back arched and waves falling around her face, knotted up at the crown only by his fingers, she looked like every man’s wet dream that resided on this campus. But she was his. And he was hers. The Gods knew it, had written it in the stars long ago, because for as many people as they had each been with, nothing had ever felt this right. The need to feel their skin on skin had never been so prevalent; so hectic and hot no matter how good the sex was. 

When she threw his pants onto the floor, his briefs going with them, she sighed as she took in the size of him. Rowan was without a doubt the biggest lover she ever had and she couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside her. But first she wanted him in her mouth. She licked up his length slowly, groaning at the taste of him. Rowan moaned, too, tightening the grip he had on her hair and thrusting his hips up involuntarily. His cock ran up her lips, brushed against her nose and she immediately reached her head up to catch the head in her mouth. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, tugging on her hair and pulling her mouth down on him until the tip was kissing the back of her throat. Aelin went to work, swirling her tongue around the tip, bobbing her head up and down to coax more of the sweet sounds from his lips. When she looked up at him with her tongue licking up his cock, he thought he was going to explode entirely. 

Tug, tug, tugging on her hair, he pulled her mouth up to his to kiss her. It was messy, his tongue sweeping through her mouth and rolling against hers like he couldn’t get enough of her. And maybe he couldn’t - he kept looking at her like he wanted to devour her. 

So he did. 

Quickly he flipped them, licking and biting down her body until he was between her legs. Rowan didn’t hesitate to pull her legs apart and dive into her wet folds with his tongue. The surprise of the feeling had her letting out gasping moans. Soon she was pulling on his hair the same way he had pulled hers, begging him to keep going. When his fingers entered her she was shifting her hips up to move with the curling of his fingers. When she lifted her hips off the ground he draped her legs over his shoulders and rose up onto his knees with his face still buried between her legs. 

Aelin was losing her mind. 

“Please, please, please,” she begged him, wanting more, wanting him to fill her until she was breathless. 

“Come for me, baby. Come for me and I’ll give you what you want.” The vibrations of his voice against her clit where his teeth grazed lightly drove her over the edge. She did come for him - she came hard with her back arched so much it was nearly painful but the sensation of her orgasm wiped out everything else. Nothing else mattered. 

Rowan lowered her back to the ground and she was immediately rising onto her knees to kiss him, the taste of her on his tongue driving her mad. His fingers slipped back between her legs, gliding between her folds. Her own hands were wrapped around his cock, pumping him in her fist while they kissed. 

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his dick. “I need you inside me, Rowan.” Aelin tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth as she stood, Rowan rising with her and following her to her bedroom. They stumbled onto the bed, her legs falling open for him. He didn’t waste any time, instead crawling on top of her and began thrusting his hips between hers. 

They both looked down to watch, just like they had in the car. His thick cock running back and forth between her lips, glistening with his precum and her own juices. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, and judging by the way the muscles of his chest contracted with every panting breath, he agreed. 

“In me,” she whimpered, gripping him and guiding him to her wanting slit. 

He slid inside her with no hesitation. 

Ecstasy. It was undiluted, pure ecstasy that she felt. She was so godsdamn full she thought she might come just from the feeling of him inside her. When he finally started to move, her legs began to shake from pleasure and he had barely even started. 

“Shit, Ace. You’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet for me,” he grit out against her throat, his teeth closing over the side of her neck as he sucked and thrust slowly into her. Aelin was lost, completely lost and out of her mind. She felt nothing but Rowan, smelled nothing but Rowan. He had completely consumed her mind, body, and soul. 

“Baby I need you to, ah -” she gasped as he began to truly fuck her. Gripping her thighs so hard she knew it would bruise, he started to pound into her over and over. When his fingers found her clit and began to rub the sensitive nerves, she exploded around him. The contracting of her inner walls tightened him enough that he ground out several filthy words before consuming her mouth with his again. 

Aelin was screaming his name, was screaming yes over and over through her orgasm. Finally she had to shove his hands away, her legs quaking as though a thousand natural disasters were happening in her body all at once. Her nails were raking down his arms, his back, his sides, leaving maps of rivers over his skin that later she wanted to trace with her mouth. 

Rowan slowed his movements, moving his mouth down her neck to mark her as his, to lick and suck. The feeling of his teeth on her neck had her gasping, her fingers digging into his hips and ass. Both of her legs were hitched high on his sides as she came down, Rowan still moving inside her at a torturously slow pace. 

“I want you to come,” she whispered into his ear, kissing and nipping at his lobe with her teeth, “inside me.”

It took all of his self control to not empty inside her immediately. When she started to whisper please into his ear again, he captured her mouth and began to pick up his pace. Aelin rocked her hips up to meet his thrusts. 

“Say it again.” Rowan was practically growling, his timbre low and rough.

“I want you to come in my pussy.” Her voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper, raw and husky from screaming moments earlier. Rowan bit the tip of her thumb when she ran it over his lips, driving into her harder and harder until she was gasping again. “Wait, wait, wait.”

Rowan stopped immediately and Aelin rolled them over. He slipped out of her for less than a second before she was sliding back down on him. Fingernails were digging into his chest, leaving marks on his golden skin as she began to ride him fast and hard. Alternating between sliding up and down and sinking all the way down and grinding back and forth hard with him fully inside her. Aelin was losing her mind, the feeling of the friction of his pelvis on her clit absolutely killing her. Rowan ran his hands up her thighs, her stomach, to her breasts to grip them tightly while she rode him faster and harder until they were both moaning while he emptied inside of her. 

“Oh my gods,” she screamed, grinding down against him and colliding her mouth with his. The kiss was messy and rough, even more so while he flipped them to slowly fuck her until they were both so sensitive he was forced to roll off of her and stop touching her entirely. 

It took awhile for her to be able to roll onto her side to look at him, her fingers tracing over the lines she had drawn across his skin that were red and raised. Marks covered his neck and collarbones that she had sucked to perfection. Aelin was positive that she looked the same, both of them having claimed each other in every way that was possible. 

“I think,” he said slowly, rising up on an elbow to kiss her lips, “that I’d like to take you on a date.” 

With a laugh that was loud and joyous, she kissed him as she rolled back on top of him. Her hands smoothed down his hair that was sticking up every which way from her hands. “I think I’d like that very much.”

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[ansgar-martinsson]

The Best Intentions - Part 17

Ansgar thrust home, hard - elbows locked and back arched like a bow, his head thrown back. He held himself there for a beat as the pleasure flowed through him, up his spine and through his lungs and out his wide open mouth upon a long, keening moan. The flame of his release licked and teased at the base of his abdomen, making itself known, giving Ansgar’s flesh fair warning that it was about to burst forth, to explode.

Too soon. Too soon. Much too soon. Much much too soon.

“Not fucking yet,” he growled, annoyed at the childish impatience of his own cock. His words were barely understandable pushed as they were through grit teeth. With an angry roar, he pulled himself from her and whirled, nearly throwing his feet to the floor and shoving himself to stand.

“What?” she gasped. “What’s wr– “

“Get up,” he commanded. “Get. Up.” He bent down and clamped his hand around the back of her neck, lifting her as if she were a rag doll, limp and pliant as she was. With small shoves and pulls, and with his other hand clutching her cheeks, controlling her head, he maneuvered her bodily toward the massive wall of windows.

She whimpered, her eyes wide, her mouth an open “o” of shock, and what was that… Ansgar saw… fear? Fear, yes. Fear – and it was delicious. He licked his lips, tasting it on the air. “Don’t act so surprised,” he cooed. “I told you I wouldn’t be gentle.”

Before she could reply he pushed her against the glass, her arse and head hitting the slightly wobbly surface with a soft ‘thunk’. She gasped, her body tensed, jolted by the smooth, hard, cold pane against her bare back. She spread her hands, fingers splayed beside her.  She pursed her lips tightly shut, her respiration hissing in and out through her flared nostrils. Her eyes shifted back and forth between Ansgar’s, gauging him, reading him, at the same time, in the back of her mind, sussing out a possible escape.

“I won’t hurt you. Trust me,” Ansgar said, at last. He kept hold of her face, his hand shifted lower, the bow between thumb and forefinger now strung beneath her hyoid bone at the fold of her chin and throat. He dug his fingers in, keeping her head still. “Don’t be afraid, and don’t you dare fight me,” he sneered. “Do you want to hear what depraved things I’m going to do to you, Joline?”

Her nod was so imperceptible that Ansgar felt it rather than saw it.

“Good,” he said, eyes flaring. He opened his hand, a slight release of pressure around her vulnerable flesh, and he stepped closer to her, deepening his invasion of her space. His hands were everywhere – ghosting, just barely touching her, coasting over the small hairs on her arms, her hips, her breasts. “I am going to turn you around,” he said. “I am going to hold your.. ah! Oh, fuck! Bitch!”

He’d brushed his lips over her cheek. She’d turned and bit, snarling as she pulled back, a mouthful of his bottom lip between her teeth. He bellowed out an oath, a curse, and she’d released him almost as quickly as she’d grabbed him.

“You like that?” she gnarled. “Yeah, I’ll bet you do.”

“Don’t interrupt me,” he warned, his hand clamping anew around her throat. He held tighter, sneering. “Now, where was I? Oh, yes.” He chewed his bottom lip, soothing the pain from her bite, his head tilted to the side - the cat contemplating its prey. “I am going to fuck you from behind, my darling,” he said, drawing his fingers from her throat down her chest to pinch hard at her taut nipple. “Are you ready?”

“Ah! Ansgar! You –”

“Ssh! I’m not finished!” He squeezed her breasts with both hands, kneading them sensually, his eyes fixated on hers as he spoke. “I am going to smash these lovely tits of yours against my windows. The whole of Stockholm will see me, watch me fucking you, isn’t that exciting? Yes, I know,” he crooned. “I know it is. Very exciting.”

She whimpered.

“And don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe. This is my building, my design, my work after all.”

Her eyes darted downward and to the side, gauging the distance from the window to the bustling street below. Ten floors at least. Ten long floors. She shivered.

“What’s more,” he continued, grinning. “I am going to stop your breath. I’ll cover your nose and mouth with one hand, and with the other, I am going to touch you, just here.” He curled his fingers between her legs, making her gasp, making her eyes flutter and her jaw drop as he pressed deep into her sex-sensitized spot. “Yes, just like that. Oh, that’s beautiful. Just like that, I am going to make you come yet again. You will come with me. You will come when I tell you, and only when I tell you, and there’s nothing you can do about any of it.”

“I can say no,” she challenged. “You won’t do anything to me that I won’t let you do.”

He smirked, and gave a sardonic chuckle. “But you won’t say no, will you?” His tone was a mockery, an imitation of a petulant child under threat of a toy being taken away. “Please don’t say no. I couldn’t possibly cope if you said no.”

Her lips, in turn, curled into a broad leer, sly and knowing and wily enough to match his. “Do it,” she said, lifting her chin. “Do everything you said. Do it and more.”

And so, he did.

He did and he was true to his word. Every single violent, brutal, sensual, passionate word.

“Come,” he demanded, at last. “I’m going to… mmmm.  Oh, Christ!  You… you come, come now. Now, ffffff-fuck… now! Do it!” His words carried upon a breathy whisper, barely audible in her ear, his lips bobbing up and down along the curve of it in time with his rapid fire thrusts below, in time with the push of his chest against her back, the desperate swirls of his finger on her swollen, sensitive flesh, in time with the stars that shone behind her eyes from the lack of oxygen, in time with the stars that shone outside, in time with the city lights, in time with the universe… in time with everything.

“Come!”

And she did.

And, with a long, violent roar of release, of passion, of ecstasy, he did.

His hands flew from her body to slap hard and percussive, a massive double “thwap” upon the glass. “Fuck!” That fire, that flame, that coil of quick match that she’d ignited in his belly burst forth and flashed over, instantaneously consuming every inch of him, locking him in place. He shoved his tumescence deep within her, grunting, snorting like a ravenous animal, his whole body stiff, as if he, with brute force, could push through her, into her, within her.

And as soon as it began, it was over. It was over, and it was perfect. So perfect. So incredibly perfect. He sighed, deep and heavy, letting his long held breath out in a massive rush of air. His body went limp, and he stumbled backwards as his muscles morphed from granite to goo. “Jesus fuck,” he swore, catching his feet under him, his hand on Joline’s slick shoulder. “Are you… are you okay?”

He stepped back up to her, and gently turned her to face him, resting his palm on her flushed and red-fingerprinted cheek. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head.

“God, Joline. You… that was… oh, fuck,” he gasped, the breath still coming hard and fast in his lungs. He wrapped his arms around her and gathered her to him, holding her tightly against his body. He pressed a long, warm kiss to the top of her head, bent and burrowed his face against hers, bringing her lips to his. He hummed delightedly as he kissed her, long and desperate and deep.

And she, thank Christ, kissed him back.

Ansgar pet and soothed his hands down her hair, then smoothed and stroked her arms, ironing out the passionately violent (or violently passionate) acts he’d inflicted on her. He was a strange cat, this lion of a man in her arms. Staunchly proud, fiercely loyal, viciously violent and yet strongly protective. He confused her and puzzled her, and she couldn’t quite decide if she liked him or tolerated him. One thing she knew, for sure, no question, he knew how to use his dick and all his other parts… well. And she felt very much inclined to stick around for that.

He bowed into her, seeking to deepen their kiss, memorize the taste of her, sweet, flowery and airy. Like summer in Greece. He picked her up in his solidifying arms, his tongue fully engaged with hers. As if he ordered it, as if on automatic pilot if he led her, Joline jumped into his arms, circling his waist with her toned legs.

He carried her back to the lake-sized mattress. Tearing back the hotel quality folding of coverlets, he dropped both of them with a heavy whoosh and hiss of sheets, Joline beneath him. He crawled over her situating the pillows beneath her head. He brought a sheet up to envelope them.

Her hands eventually grasped his head to end their sensual kisses. She peered up at him, the lights of Stockholm playing over his proud forehead, long nose, stark cheekbones and the hollows underneath. “I know what you’re doing, Sgar.” Mischief lifted her eyebrows, her bruised lips pursed below.

“What… what am I doing then?”

Joline relaxed her legs, the strain of locking them around his waist after turning her to jelly knocked her stamina too much. She kept them laced with his all the same… she wasn’t entirely daft. And she quite fancied him on top of her. “I’m a big girl and I don’t need it.”

“What am I doing?” he repeated a bit more forcefully. His fingers toyed in her fanned out hair as he lowered himself to his elbows upon the mattress, imprisoning her beneath him, below him, jailed by his weight upon her.

But she made a break for freedom, bounced on good behavior and flipped them over, so he bore her weight. Damn him, if he didn’t look as sexy underneath her as he did above her. No matter, his hips were between her legs, precisely where she intended to keep him… at least for the evening. “Aftercare, you big oaf. I appreciate the thought… maybe even the inclination, but I don’t need it.” Her fingers splayed over his chest muscles, the lion tickling her palm when he flexed. “I asked for it, and you…” She danced her sex very deliberately over his.

Ansgar angled his waist upwards, but he was slow to rise so soon after she drained him dry.

“You fucked me sore.” She tweaked his nipples roughly as a small repayment for some of the marks he’d left upon her skin. Her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her breasts and her thigh showed evidence that he’d been there.

He grunted, but discovered her linked the pinch, the hint of abuse. “Are you sore?”

She covered his mouth with the pads of her fingers. “Deliciously sore. Fucked by a man who utterly knows how.” She descended upon one of his nipples and bit down roughly.

He groaned, cursing his traitorous dick for limping to life again. He just needed time. Something Joline didn’t seem bent on giving him.

“I’ll feel the pounding in my body for days to come…” She dragged her lips from one nipple to the other, and licked the lion before nipping at him with teeth. She heard his frustration in the low groan that emanated from somewhere just above his well-defined chest. “When we meet with the insurance people next week, I’ll feel you.” She brushed her breasts along his stomach as she slithered down. “When I have to pick out upholstery or carpeting, I’ll feel you.” She pressed a kiss to a point along the path of hair on his lower abdomen, her hair feathering the trail. “When I meet with my board of repressed men…” she blew a breath across his still sleeping flesh at the v between his legs.

Ansgar sat up suddenly reeling her back into him, her legs behind him, her bum cushioned by his thighs. His arms cocooned her, his back rounded to hold her. He locked her in his gaze and wouldn’t let go. “You’re going to drive me mad, woman.”

Her grin grew, the corners of her mouth curling upwards. “You know the drill, Mister CEO. All’s fair in business and pleasure. I think this time, I hold the advantage.”

“I call foul.”

She giggled at the recall, his repeat from before. “You can call it all you like.” She lowered her voice and leaned into his lips until she hovered there, hers ghosting his. “I won’t stop. I’ll be in here too.” She threaded her fingers into his hair, gently pulling at the strands. “You could have me bent over your desk, or splayed out on that piano in your office. Against those windows overlooking the car park…”

“Joline,” he warned through grit teeth. She was right that she held the advantage this time.

“I can hide my arousal, and you, big boy, cannot. How’s that for a partnership, huh, partner?”

#the best intentions

[theoddcatlady]

Hickey

A great one night stand leaves two things for me: great memories and no strings attached. Bonus points is if there’s no evidence left behind. But sometimes one cannot get lucky enough for that bonus.

“Oooooh, someone got a little action this weekend,” Aisha teased as she slid over to my cubicle on her chair, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

I laughed sheepishly and rubbed my neck, where the still prominently red hickey stood out from my skin, like a proud signal of ‘I got laid’. “Yeah. He got a lil mouthy,” I said.

Aisha laughed and slapped her knee. “Least someone around here is. Who was it? Was it Ben? Oh my god, Chris, it better have been Ben!”

“No, no,” I waved that off, Ben was straighter than a ruler and I was too impatient to try to change that, “some guy I met at the bar. Sexy as hell, name was uh...” I had to rack my brain for a few seconds, “Claud? Or something weird like that.”

Aisha wrinkled her nose. “Not something I’d imagine screaming, but eh, could be worse. What was he like? Appearance wise, appearance wise, I’m not interested in every dirty detail!” She raised her hands as if she expected to be physically bombarded with tales about exactly how big his throbbing dick was.

I had to bite down on my lip to stop from laughing too hard. “Uh, tall. Dark hair. Accent, I think it was Russian... Broad shoulders. Washboard abs. Really standoffish at first but I got him to warm up after a few shots. But yeah, super mouthy. You can’t even see the ones under my shirt, I look like I’m polka dotted.” I rubbed my neck again. “How bad is it?”

“Honestly, it can pass for a bug bite.” Aisha slid back to her desk. “I think I just saw Bianca, act like you’ve been working all morning.”

A good friend knew when to stop gossiping. The time to stop gossiping was when the bitchy boss came into the area and started stalking about like a wildcat.

About noonish, my mouth was dryer than the Sahara Desert. I reached for my water bottle only to find that I’d already emptied it. Super thirsty thanks to the dry ass air conditioning. I groaned and got up to refill it.

“Don’t be slacking, Chris,” Bianca quipped as she walked on by. I pressed my lips together, ignoring the urge to remind her that I could absolutely get up to get something to drink before walking to the bathroom.

Once I was in there, I decided to take a piss too- I’d seriously been downing water all morning.

I just finished pissing when the door opened. I caught sight of Ben walking into the washroom, looking like he’d just been told he had three weeks to live. I zipped up and went to wash my hands. “You look like hell,” I deadpanned.

“My wife just sent me divorce papers.”

Oooh. In my shock I accidentally turned on the hot water too high, burning my hands. I hissed and quickly added cold water. “Ouch. Um… sorry?” I was horrible for these kind of situations. Especially since Ben was ultra fucking sexy. Hard to concentrate on things.

“It’s… I just…” Ben ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know what the fuck I did wrong, you know man?”

As someone with commitment issues, I could more along the lines of what Ben’s wife was thinking, but I knew that’d be a dick move to bring up. “She’s a bitch if she’s not even gonna try to make it work,” I said as I dried my hands. “You’re a great guy, she’s clearly fucking this up.”

Ben sighed and leaned back, but I caught a hint of a smile on his lips. “Thanks, man. I gotta get back to work… hey, is that a hickey or a spider bite?” His eyes landed on my neck and I cleared my throat and adjusted my collar.

“Former.”

“Nice, er… maybe not nice. It looks really uncomfortable,” Ben walked up to the other sink and splashed water on his face, “I gotta get back to work. Keep the divorce thing on the downlow, kay?” With that, he walked out.

Frowning, I examined the hickey in the mirror. It did kinda look worse than it felt, it actually looked a little… swollen. Weird.

The next morning I stumbled into the bathroom, wondering if there was anything nice I could say to Ben. I like the single and ready to mingle life, I don’t know how people tie themselves down to someone for a more permanent situation.

I stepped into the shower and looked down at my chest.

And then I screamed.

I leaped out of the shower, nearly slamming my dick into the counter. I looked at the mirror, wondering if it was just a trick of the light, but my stomach dropped so hard I felt myself nearly puke.

My chest was covered in what looked like swollen bug bites, bright red and irritated. I poked one and my stomach churned. What the actual shit. I sunk to the floor and touched the one just below my belly button, it looked like Rudolph’s fucking nose. It gave under my harder prods, like an oversized pimple.

I remembered Claud sucking extra hard right about there.

Shit. I had an STI. I was going to die.

The hardest one to hide was, of course, on my neck. Turtlenecks were not my style, but I did not want to show off my ‘hickey’. Aisha rolled over to my desk, her lips pursed in a concerned manner. “Whoa, Chris. What’s with the turtle neck? Getting tired of the hickey jokes?” She asked.

I swallowed. This was humiliating. “Um… yeah, sure. It just gets a lil old. Plus I might be visiting my mom tonight and she still thinks I’m a straight virgin. Can’t have her realizing I got my ass rammed by a hot guy Saturday,” I said, trying to keep my voice level.

Aisha was a good friend, so she knew something was up, but she was also a good friend who knew to back off. She chewed her bottom lip before she nodded. “Okay, okay. I can’t blame you. I’ll lay off too,” She said before rolling back to her desk. Right on time too, Bianca the Vulture was doing her rounds.

I kept my eyes glued to my computer until I got so thirsty my lips started to crack. I could feel blood welling up on the inside of my mouth. I got up and walked to the bathroom to refill my water bottle.

It was halfway full when I felt my neck twitch.

Gasping, I pulled down my collar to reveal the painfully large lump. It twitched again, noticeably, before it began to pulse.

The fucking STD pimple from hell was pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

I couldn’t breathe. I carefully prodded it with my finger and it squirmed. I jerked my hand away and nearly lost my balance. I couldn’t fucking breathe. What the actual shit was wrong with me?!

“There you are!”

Hearing a woman’s voice in the men’s bathroom is really not something you want to hear at the best of times, least when you’re me. And at this moment, I really wanted to tell Bianca exactly what I thought of her stupid bottle blond perm as she strutted in like she owned the place.

She set her hands on her hips as I slowly turned around, keeping the monstrosity of a bump on my neck covered with my hand. “You’ve been in here ten minutes and you’re just primping in the mirror. Don’t think this won’t turn up in your next review!” She shook a finger at me before she wrinkled her nose. “What the hell are you doing? Put your hand down, it’s creeping me out!”

“I’m taking care of something,” I managed to say in a strangled tone, “I think I need to go home, I’m… I’m not well.”

“Bullshit!” Bianca strode up and ripped my hand down, her eyes turning baseball size when she saw the thing on my neck. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck-”

The lump exploded, yellow-green pus covering her face and wide open mouth. For once, Bianca had nothing to say, only to look frantically at the glob that had landed on her fingernail before my neck exploded in excruciating pain.

I collapsed back against the counter, banging my head as it felt like something was pulling on my neck. No, not on my neck. Inside. From the inside of my fucking neck. I couldn’t see it. I just felt it pulling itself from the newfound wound and in a dark blur launched itself into Bianca’s mouth.

Bianca gagged loudly before her eyes rolled back, the veins in the whites popping and flooding her eyes with blood before she collapsed on the ground, writhing like she was being electrocuted. My head felt light, I could only watch as her body twitched a few more times before going deathly still. No breathing. No movement. I blacked out after that.

I woke up on an unknown couch. The place was nice. Super nice. I sat up and nearly cried, black dots swarming in front of my eyes that forced me to lay back down.

“Chris? You okay?”

Ben walked into the room and I swore I was in heaven. When Ben dressed down, he dressed down. Sweatpants, t-shirt. Had a bleach stain on said t-shirt. Not gonna lie- it was fucking hot.

Memories of Bianca’s bloody eyes killed any thoughts of getting turned on.

Ben sat at the end of the couch, those perfect fucking eyes looking at me. He looked so damn worried.

“We found you and Bianca… well, Bianca’s body in the bathroom. Doc says it looks like she had an aneurysm burst. Ticking time bomb. I mean, I hated her, but Jesus, what a way to go. I offered to take you back to my place to keep an eye on you, you might have a concussion and we’ll go the hospital if you feel like you need it.” He reached forward and rested a hand on my knee. “What happened?”

I opened my mouth and made the least sexy gurgling sound imaginable. Fucking kill me.

“I’ll get you something to drink.”

Water! God, water sounded amazing right now. When he returned with a bottle, I drained the thing so fast it was probably embarrassing, water dripping down my chin. I cleared my throat, god. Still so fucking thirsty. “Thanks,” I croaked.

“Good thing I grabbed two,” Ben laughed as he handed me the one he’d taken a sip or two from. I sucked that one down at a more respectable rate, finally feeling a little quenched. I still didn’t sit up though. I learned my lesson.

“I… I think I’m sick.”

Ben’s eyebrows drew together and he leaned forward. “Yeah? What’s wrong?” He said.

God, he was gonna get freaked out. I whimpered as I pulled up my shirt, shuddering once I saw the ‘hickeys’. They’d gotten worse, some starting to turn purple at their tip and becoming cone shaped. Ben gasped and shot back, his face twisted with revulsion. “Fucking Christ! What happened to you?” He breathed out.

I sobbed as I began to pull my shirt back down. “I don’t fucking know, man. I was just… these all happened after…” I felt my nose start to get all drippy. Boy. That was sexy.

Ben stopped me and slowly touched one of the hickeys. It pulsed and swelled. He breathed in sharply, still obviously thinking ‘what the actual fuck?’ but also a little fascinated. “The time you got the hickey?” He guessed.

“Dude, I swear to god, I used protection,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “I’m not an idiot, I’m a fucking gay guy whose uncle died from fucking AIDs… the guy was all over me though. And I swear to god each one of his lil marks he left turned into… these...” I sobbed and covered my face. Ben was going to freak the fuck out. I was fucked.

Again, Ben touched one of the swollen lumps. “I’m not assuming anything, I promise, shit happens… but… what are they?” He asked.

“… This one,” I pointed at my neck, which had been bandaged up when I was out, “Something… something came out of it. And it attacked Bianca. And… and it killed her.”

Ben jerked back much quicker. “Fuck!” He eyed the hickeys again, clearly much more careful. “But… how… that’s not… they’re going to open soon?” He guessed.

I glanced down and saw that the one he’d touched had begun to twitch. I whimpered as I covered it. “Just go, get out of here. I’m fucking dead, man.”

Ben got up, looking ready to run out the front door… before he sat down and started to rub the lump. I gasped and swatted his hand away. “Jesus, what are you doing?!” I shrieked.

“… I mean. I might as well be dead too.”

Ben glanced around the room, his eyes started to seem whimsical. “We’d been married so long. Ten years this November. Highschool sweethearts. Prom King and Queen,” definitely not shocked he was Prom King, “and I was finally bringing up having kids… and she’s gone.” His chest shuddered.

He was crazy. He was fucking crazy. “Come on, Ben, don’t be stupid. Please. You have so much going for you!” Especially with Bianca having kicked it, he’d be in line for a promotion. Morbid way to think about it, but fair, I figured.

“No I don’t.” Ben sniffed and wiped his eyes quickly. “I… I really don’t. And hey, at least this way you won’t be alone?”

Alone.

I didn’t realize that once he’d left I’d be alone. With these fucking twitching lumps that used to be hickeys. And god, I hated being alone. I’d rather have my innards ripped out than be alone. And I’d especially not want to die alone.

I took his hand and sobbed. “God, you’re a fucking moron, Ben,” I said as the lump slowly began to swell.

He nodded before he brought his fingers up and like popping a pimple, squished the largest lump.

The smell of pus and rotten flesh filled the air and I started to gag. What the hell was wrong with me?! How had I not felt pain?! How was I still not in pain!?

The pain kicked in when the thing began to crawl from my ribs.

It was like a worm, a brown worm with yellow stripes lining its side. It probably wasn’t longer than a shoelace and didn’t seem to have eyes. It squirmed out from inside me, my skin making a squelching sound. Its parasitical jaws opened, three teeth from its small mouth extending out. Ben was frozen, staring at that thing.

Then he reached up and petted it.

I could’ve laughed if it didn’t hurt. Ben was petting a goddamn murderous snake-worm parasite that had eaten god knows how much of me. It was fucking crazy.

Instead of trying to rip his throat out though, the parasite seemed to croon, leaning into his touch. It rubbed against his fingers before its teeth set into his finger. Ben screeched as blood started pouring from the stub that was once his pointer finger. The parasite squealed as it crawled from my chest and dove for his stomach.

Ben’s mouth opened in a silent scream as it burrowed in, I caught a glimpse of its fin like tail before it was gone. Ben’s eyes went glassy before he collapsed on top of me… and with his weight he successfully burst all of the remaining hickeys on my chest.

I screamed as the parasites erupted from my skin and punctured through Ben’s, Ben’s eyes going blank as they chewed right through his shirt and into his skin. One bit through his neck and blood spurted onto my face. I cried and clung onto the couch and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for things to become dark and for me to finally just fucking die.

But that didn’t happen.

I didn’t lose consciousness. I didn’t start to go numb. Everything remained as sharp and painful as when it first started. And even though I thought I was stuck to a dead guy, Ben was just as alive as I was.

It must’ve been hours after it first started when Ben finally seemed to come back to life. He gasped and tried to pull back, only for the worms connecting our bodies to screech and their bodies to go taut. Ben cried out and fell back on top of me.

“… I think they’re eating me,” He gasped out.

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. “I’m… I’m fuckin sorry, man,” I whimpered.

Ben’s bloody hand reached up to my face and stroked it. “… Not your fault,” He groaned before passing out again.

Outside grew dark. I felt tired. Ben kept drifting in and out. I knew we had to die soon.

Then two of the worms flopped from our bodies and scooted to the door. No! I whimpered and reached for them as they squalled and made their way out of the house from underneath a crack in the door.

“What happened?” Ben slurred.

I cried. Not more people. Not more people.

The two returned back hours later, this time through the window. They had to break it, the shattering of the glass making me jump and the parasites complained about how they were jostled about. The two who returned were much fatter now, and as they squirmed in through holes in my ribs I felt something tear into my stomach.

And then I felt… better.

Ben clearly felt the same effect. He blinked and looked around, even a little color returning to his cheeks. “The fuck?” He muttered.

I reached up and gripped his bicep, pulling back as much as our torsos would allow. Our skin was flayed out, the holes passages between our bodies as the parasites dived in and out. Their squeals grew musical, like they were singing a song.

I laughed.

“They’ll… they’ll take care of us, Ben. We’re their home now. They’ll take care of us.”

#horror stories #scary stories #writers on tumblr #creative writing #sixpenceee stories #my stories

[thegreatlarryfisherman]

I was wondering how much begging one would have to do to have you write her a Shannon throw her against a wall for angry, you're mine and you made me jealous teasing me by flirting with someone else incredibly teasingly, sexy, punishing smutty lust filled, head banging against that wall, back bone scraping sex?

You’re Mine. While you struggle with your new obsession over whether or not you’re attracted to your boyfriend’s younger brother, you end up getting yourself in a pretty messy situation with your boyfriend. 

Warning: Spanking, rough sex, namecalling, slight Daddy!kink etc. Tagging: @auntiemama1, @babiiface16, @anxiouslyyoursdidi, @jletolove4eva, @gottalovetheletos, @miss-shannanigans, @maliciousalishious

This one may seem a little similar to the one I wrote before but waaaaaay rougher. 

Shannon and I play around a lot. Yet, there are some times when the joke goes on too far. Ever since that night on the balcony, I’ve started to question my self control. I needed to figure out if I was into Jared. I mean of course he’s the younger brother of the love of my life, but that would be weird.

We’d just gotten home from camp and I had to get Jared off my brain. So, I asked Shannon to take me out to a club. He was still tired from a weekend at Camp Mars, but he gave in and took me anyway. Eagerly, I got to the bar and bought three shots, taking them all down at once.

“Hey.” Shannon grabbed my forearm just as I was walking away from the bar. He looked me into my eyes and regarded me with a wary eyebrow. “Take it easy.” He reluctantly released me.

“Oh shush.” I rolled my eyes before I rushed out into the dance floor. Shannon sat back at the bar, content on not drinking or dancing for fear of both of us getting too rowdy. Instead, he watched me and feeling his eyes on me made me feel good.

I don’t need anyone else. Just Shannon and—

A guy slid into the space next to me. Dare I say, he looked like he could be a hybrid mixture of the Leto Brothers, and I put my hands up and danced as he danced too. He smirked, closing the space between us and I bit my lip as our hips twisted to the beat. Liquor was coursing through my veins, my hands were up, body tingling... This was a good night.

I turned away from him, content on not seeing those bright blue eyes as I danced, my ass grinding against him and his hands on my waist. I looked over at the bar, and could see Shannon watching me. This look was far different than any he’d given me before. This was possessive, this was a prowl… This was a promise for punishment.

My dance partner took my chin in his fingertips, pulled it backwards so I was looking at him over my shoulder and my eyes opened to see a passionate pair of blue ones staring into mine. They almost drew me in when I quickly pulled away. Time to go home. Time to have sex with my gorgeous boyfriend and shake the thought of anyone else.

As I scurried back to the bar, I felt a hand wrap around my forearm and I squealed as Shannon grabbed me, and sent me flying into a room that looked a lot like a broom closet. “Shan—“ I started to step forward but he took my arms and pushed them backwards until I was against the wall. “Shannon, what the fuck!?”

“You’re mine.” He growled as he grabbed my dress with both hands and ripped it clear across my chest. I was left naked, exposed for him and inevitably soaking wet between my legs. “You keep teasing me with all this dancing on other guys shit, and coming at the worst times.” He pushed his lips against mine and slammed me into the wall. I cried out as he quickly began rubbing my clit and kissing my neck. “I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson about coming without my permission.”

“Fuck.” I reached down and grabbed his dick, already poking over the top of his waist band but he shook his head as he lifted me up with both of his hands and pushed me against a shelf on the wall opposite us, sending plates, pans, and everything else crashing to the floor.

“I fuck you.” He thrust into me and held me in place as he pounded me a few times. “I make you come.” He bit my shoulder so hard I felt the flesh nearly tear as my head fell back and he pushed me deeper against the steel beam. “And I constantly have to punish you because you’re—“ He shoved his cock into me hard. “Not.” Another thrust. “Listening.” He quickly pulled out of me and I tumbled to the floor.

It’d never been this rough. I slowly but surely raised my eyes but I could see the mischievous look in is eyes. My Shanimal was out to play. He rushed over to me so fast, I tumbled backwards on the floor and he straddled me. “Shannon!” I cried out as he lifted both my legs over his shoulder and sank back into me, pounding to me at a rough pace.

“What do you want, Princess?” I desperately cried out, grabbing his shoulders, my eyes shut and my back arched. “Come on, Princess. Tell Daddy how to please you.” He murmured in my ear but I was too mindlessly lost in the pleasure to speak. He growled as he pulled out of me and I whined as he sat up on his haunches and held his dick tightly in his hand. “C’mere.” He muttered as he pulled me by my hair toward his dick and bit his lip at the sight. “Put your tongue out.”

“Shannon.” He gripped my chin tightly and I moaned as my tongue slipped out of my mouth and he hit his dick against it a few times.

“That’s right. My tongue.” He muttered before he pushed me back down. “My girl.” He lined his dick up with my opening and growled as I tried to arch up to meet him. “My fucking pussy.” He slammed into me like a freight train and I screamed out as I reached up and buried my nails into his back, raking at him as my body fought to adjust to his size. Each thrust pushed his pelvis against my clit, and his dick against that sweet spot that had me screaming myself hoarse. Each thrust was powerful, quick, and relentless. 

Just as I was getting close, he pulled out and tumbled down between my legs where he wrapped them around his neck and buried his tongue into my clit. I screamed out as I reached out for his hair, gripping it tightly as he sucked my clit before shoving two fingers into me.

“Oh God…. OH FUCK.”

“Mine.” Shannon commanded, lips teasing me. “Say it.” He slowed down his licking and the small trail it made around my clit made me light headed with need.

“Shaaan-nonnnn.”

“Tell me it’s mine.”

He slammed two fingers into me, dragging them back and forth until I was writhing desperately.

“I’m yours!” I wailed.

“No one else’s.” He sat his chin on my thigh as he continued to screw his fingers in and out of me.

“Just you. God Shannon.” He puled his fingers out, flipped me over, and pulled me up by my hair until I was on my hands and knees. He wrapped my hair around his wrist, pushed his other elbow into my lower back and began fucking me quick and holding me tight enough so I couldn’t get away. I squirmed a bit and he chuckled in my ear.

“Daddy’s not done with you. You don’t come without my permission.” He ran his thumb against my clit while he pounded into me. “You don’t touch this without my permission.” He thrust harder, deeper and faster. My knees buckled and my fists balled up against the floor.

“Shannon, please. I have to—“

“I don’t know if I should let you.” The taunt in his voice would be my undoing if he kept it up. “Why should I?” He took the elbow off my back and reached around to pinch my nipples. I whined, arching my back and trying to get more contact. He pushed me by my shoulder blades until I was smashed into the ground, each push into me making my knees hurt, but god only Shannon could make it hurt this good.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Come like the little slut you are, Princess.” He growled right outside my ear and I quickly exploded into my orgasm, crying out as he continued to stroke my walls and coax every bit of come out of me he could. He finally stopped and rubbed my butt gently before giving it a firm spank. “What do you say?”

“Thank you.” I moaned weakly and he chuckled as he took his shirt off.

“Well. I ruined that dress.” He threw his shirt over my head before he messed it up.

“You’re not mad about Jared are you?” I chewed my lip and he smiled as he kissed my forehead.

“Nah. Should I be?” He asked and relief flooded through me.

“You’re the only one for me, you know that.”

#SF #Shannon Leto #Shannon Leto Imagine #Shannon Leto Smut #jletolove4eva