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the-secret-keeper · 1 year

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Part 2 to the Obey me X Twisted Wonderland / Barbatos X Reader

This was requested by @babyxwolfiex glad you liked the original!

TW: Talk of malnutrition, talk of extortion, though not described in detail the readers leg is messed up in the beginning, and angry demons attempting to maul a crow.

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"Very wisely put." Diavolo complimented, as Mammon moved to help me stand, while Barbatos bent down to properly heal my leg.

"You'll show us, darling?"

"Of course." I nodded to Barbatos. "Plus," I glanced at Satan, "I think he'll be the most interesting to watch react. I can guess how the rest of you will react." Satan raised an eyebrow to me, but said nothing, as they all stood to follow me.

"If you would like a tour of the school, I would be more than happy to-" Belphegor glared at him, causing Crowley to shut up.

"You are all more than welcome to come along as well." I extended an offer to the other Dorm Leaders as I walked towards the door. "But, when we get there, you may want to remain a few paces back." I paused, looking around the room. "You are all, unbelievable." I sighed.

"What?" Leona asked in an annoyed voice.

"For someone with such a presence, you all seem to forget him easily." I shook my head. "We will pick up Malleus before we head to my dorm."

"What?"

"For the heir to the throne of a kingdom, you sure do seem unconcerned that you completely forgot about him, Dire Crowley." I scolded him, causing him to sheepishly back off. "Besides, I want him and Dia to meet. I think they'd be good friends." I brushed off everyone looking at me, before taking the hand of my boyfriend and leading all the demons, dorm leaders, and the headmaster out of the conference room and to the mirror room.

Once we retrieved Tsunotarou, we made our way to the Ramshackle mirror, but I stopped everyone short.

"Look, I need to set some ground rules, because knowing my friends, they're still there." I sighed, glancing at the ground. I looked back up. "They have permission to be there, no you may not act as though they do not own the place, they practically live there with me when I'm not at their dorms. Grim, will be Grim, just appease him, it makes things easier. No he is not named after the money." I pointed at Mammon who had raised his hand. He put it down. "No fire magic, critique the house and you will be given to one of the dorm leaders and they will decide what to do with you. Despite everything, he does have his name on everything, so no you may not kill Crowley." I stated before muttering, "at least not before I can put everything in Crewel or Trein's name."

"Can I violently maim him?" Satan asked, sensing where this was going. I narrowed my eyes for a moment.

"I'll think about it. Oh, and Satan." He nodded. "Don't, run anyone over. Yes, you may take pictures, no, you may not keep him unless Lucifer says yes, anything else you may want to do with him you will need to ask him. Yes he can talk, he can also fly and use fire magic."

"What?" Asmo asked.

"Trust me, it's necessary." I promised before taking a deep breath, and walking through the mirror. "Welcome to Ramshackle dorm." I said, gesturing to my dorm. There was no noise, so I turned, only to see them all in varying forms of shock.

Asmodeus, he seemed to be gripping Satan's arm with all his strength, or at least a lot of it. I couldn't figure out whether or not it was because of the looks, or the condition.

Satan wasn't faring much better, but he was more angry than shocked, fists clenched so hard his knuckles were white and I was worried he'd begin drawing blood soon. His pupils were so dilated, I wondered how he could see.

Mammon was seemingly experiencing a mix of emotions. His eyes read as sad and worried, but his body language read as anger. Either way, he had grabbed my hand and wasn't letting go, though he wasn't hurting me.

Lucifer, once out of his trance, immediately began tearing Crowley a new one. Despite his anger, he was being at least somewhat diplomatic about it. Ranting off about health and safety codes, about endangering lives, and about how irresponsible he was being.

Leviathan passed out. Legitimately. Though I shouldn't be too surprised, I guess, since he's so similar to Idia and that's how he reacted the first time he saw my dorm. He probably put together very quickly that, when I have WiFi, it's shitty and isn't very often.

Beel, looked like he wanted to cry out of worry, but he was doing something much more important. Holding back Belphie, who had immediately lunged for Crowley upon seeing my living conditions. Beel has quick reflexes, and is very good at knowing what his twin is about to do, so it makes sense.

Barbatos, is hard to read as always, but judging by the fact that he's clenching his fists and glaring daggers at Crowley, he's furious. He's likely only holding back because Diavolo hasn't let him go loose yet. I squeezed his hand reassuringly, to which he latched onto my shoulders, quietly apologizing for not coming sooner.

Speaking of Diavolo, he was much closer to Beel in reaction, but was handling it more like Lucifer. He wasn't yelling, in fact he was trying to calm Lucifer down, but he was still berating Crowley for how he's been treating me.

"There you are!" I looked at my door.

"Boys!" I smiled. "Guys, these are my friends here. Meet Ace and Deuce, they live in Riddles dorm known as Heartslabyul. Jack is in Leona's dorm, Savanaclaw. Epel is in Pomefiore, which is run by Vil. And Sebek,"

"Is in the same dorm as my Young Master, Diasomnia!"

"I was getting there, Sebek." I sighed. "Boy, these are my friends and boyfriend from where I used to live. Barbatos, Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor." I finished introductions.

"Don't forget the Great Grim!"

"I could never, I was just saving the best for last." I assured Grim as he flew to in front of me. Satan, upon seeing Grim, calmed down immensely, and almost grabbed him out of the air. I figured that would happen. "Isn't that right, Satan? Only the best for the Great Grim." He nodded enthusiastically, causing Grim to laugh in a high and mighty tone and fly over to him.

"Good job." Barbatos whispered.

"I knew that would happen, it's why I gave him those extra rules." I whispered back.

"It's like there's 9 more Malleus'." Ace whispered fearfully.

"You are an idiot, Trappola." I scolded. "All of my friends, Tsunotarou included, are amazing. I mean, these nine are probably even more than what you're used to handling."

"They can't be more scary than Overblots." Epel agreed with me.

"Well," I said in a high-pitched tone, remembering the time Lucifer tried to kill me, Satan tried to kill me, Leviathan hurt me, Asmo hurt me, and Belphie did kill me, "I wouldn't, say, that." I laughed awkwardly.

"What are Overblots?" I froze at Diavolo's stern tone. He doesn't usually take that tone with me. I slowly turned, seeing all the demons staring at me. "Mc, what are Overblots?"

"It's, not,"

"It's a monster that forms when a person overuses their magic, becomes overwhelmed by negative emotions, and loses control of their entire being." Riddle surmised. "The Dorm Leaders, aside from Kalim, but including his Vice Dorm Leader Jamil, have all Overblotted. Mc is the one who saved us." The air grew very tense.

"You really are a therapist, huh?" Mammon tried to joke.

"I suppose. If only I got paid like one. Then I wouldn't have to rely on Crowley for food. Though, admittedly, I do often attend dinners and parties at other dorms, so it's not as though I'm completely deprived of food."

"You haven't eaten in three days."

"True, but there weren't any Unbirthday Parties during that time, and I didn't want to intrude on anyones dinner, seeing as I wasn't invited. I spend all of the little money that I do earn fixing this place up and making sure Grim is taken care of." I explained. "He's a very pampered kitty."

I felt Mammon let go of my hand. Mammon picked up his younger brother, still passed out on the floor, and handed him to Asmo, who complained but complied. Now the only demon without something holding him back, he lunged for Crowley.

"Mammon sit!" I commanded, causing him to fall immediately to the ground. I managed to get out of Barbatos's grip and approached Mammon.

"C'mon!"

"Mammon. You and I both know you would've killed him."

"Only a little."

"For most people, death is irreversible, dummy." I flicked his forehead. "I'm fine, really. Besides, knowing you lot, I'll be out of here before morning."

"You're exactly right." Lucifer grabbed my arm.

"Off." I commanded, and he let go.

"You're going to come back with us."

"This will not be an argument." I blinked at Barbatos, before nodding.

"But I will be able to come back, right?"

"Of course!" Diavolo guaranteed. "Now that we know where you went and how to get here, you can come and go as you please."

"Thank you."

"Can we keep him?" I laughed at Satan's question.

"No."

"Can we keep him?" I asked Barbatos, who looked at Diavolo.

"I see no reason why we can't have a marvelous animal such as this at the palace."

"Palace?!" I flinched at the outburst of the dorm leaders and first years.

"Did Crowley not tell you?" I asked the dorm leaders, not surprised by the first years confusion.

"It seems to have slipped my mind."

"Lucifer, please slap him." He smirked, moving towards Crowley, who began running away. "These men are demons, and Dia is Lord Diavolo, the next King of the Devildom. Barbatos is his butler. The other seven are the Seven Deadly Sins and the other seven rulers of hell." Malleus nodded sagely, as though he knew the entire time, though I had never actually introduced him to anyone.

"How did you meet these people?" Deuce asked, his voice going up in pitch as he frantically looked between all of them and me.

"Oh, they kidnapped me and I spent a year in the Devildom as an exchange student! I came back though. Could never really go back to normal life after that, and, of course, I couldn't really be separated from Barbatos for too long." A very loud resounding slap, followed by a thud rang out during the bout of stunned silence that covered the group.

"At this point, nothing about you shocks me. You could tell me you're an angel, and I'd believe it." Jack sighed.

"I'm not an angel, though I am descended from the reincarnated soul of one, and I know three."

"I believe it." He nodded.

"We should have a celebration once we return to the Devildom."

"Ooh! A party!" Asmo dropped Levi, who had begun to regain consciousness. "I'm down! Always ready for some fun!"

"What kind of celebration?" Lucifer asked, adjusting his glove as he returned victorious in his quest to slap Crowley.

"A festival!"

"Sounds fun, can my friends from here come?"

"Of course! The more the merrier!" Diavolo insisted. I beamed.

"You're all going to love hell!"

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kristi16 · 11 months

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How we got into Inchident p.4

pairing: charles leclerc x female reader warnings: fluff, swearing, possessiveness, losing control, angst, translated french, degradation, 3P, toxic masculinity words: 1K

As I packed everything, I came down and went to paddocks. Helping with moving stuff etc. As I was minding my own business when Daniel Ricciardo approached me. With this big smile on his face. He is for sure the most cheeky one here. ''Hi.'' I turned around. ''Oh, Hi Danny!'' ''Hmm, you calling me Danny? I like that.'' he said to me with this big smile on his face, never leaving him. ''Haha yes. I hope you don't mind tho.'' ''Oh, not at all.'' He came closer to me. ''So you got your flowers?'' I looked at him again. ''What?'' ''Charles was asking almost everyone like a crazy man. About what you like.'' ''Oh.'' I laughed. ''Yes, yes. He told me. And those flowers are beautiful. I love them so much.'' I said looking down on my hands moving those files away and smiling to my existence. ''You know, I didn't know that this guy is hitting on you.'' I got slightly confused. I furrowed my brows and asked him. ''You mean this guy as Charles?'' ''Yeah.'' Then I just chuckled. ''Yeah, that makes the two of us haha.''.....''It came to me as a surprise as well.'' I smiled. Then Daniel got even closer. Approaching me from the side. ''So you know, you like flowers. Perhaps I'm gonna give you some after I'm gonna win the race in Japan. Keeping those flowers pretty open and bloomed. I like them sweet.'' he whispered to my ear. My eyes just grew bigger and I knew exactly what he meant. Then he just said ''See you later.'' and left. So I turned around so I could hold myself with my palms resting on the back of the table.

Then I saw Charles. How he is staring at me. I got scared. What the f. Why I got scared. Like I had done something bad. He started to walk towards me. And I got so nervous. For fuck's sake, pull yourself together. He stopped right in front of me. ''What did he want?'' he asked. He was clearly mad. I was just so nervous, that I started to look around, because I didn't want to answer the question. ''Y/N, tell me now. What DID HE WANT.'' I looked down. ''Ehm. He was talking about you. How you are into me. And then he was talking about winning the race in Japan and-'' ''And what Y/N.'' ''And how he's gonna eat me out afterwards.'' I said. Exhaling. Now I had finally the courage to look at him. Charles was just starring at me. ''You liked that, didn't you.'' I furrowed my eyebrows. ''What?!''...''No! I was just so shocked about his request.'' ''Then If so, why are you so nervous. Moving from side to side as If you had this feeling between your legs.'' My eyes almost fell out of my holes. I stand up and gesticulated with my arms how he cannot say these stuff out loud. ''Omg Charles. You cannot speak like that.'' ''Why not?'' he was totally unbothered. ''I ate you out Y/N, in a fucking corridor in public.'' I looked down and gulped. ''So, tell me Y/N. Why are you nervous then.'' ''Ehm, because I feel like I have done something bad...to you. I don't know.'' I looked at him again. He got slightly closer. And confronted me again. ''Tell me why.'' ''Because- I thought that you wouldn't like it.'' he got closer a little bit again. ''Why do you think I wouldn't like it?'' he asked with a little bit of higher tone. Like he is playing with me. ''Because you don't want me to be anyone else's. Just yours.'' ''And how do you know that?'' ''Because I feel this tension from you. And you've told me. How you are overprotective. And I know how you talk to me while-doing the things we do.'' ''You mean sex? Passion? Love?'' ''Yes, yes Charles. These.'' I sad with rolling my eyes. ''Don't roll your eyes at me.'' ''I can do whatever I want.'' ''You sure can. But will you do it again after I've told you not to?'' Now he was standing in front of me. And he just snapped. Crushed his lips on mine and was kissing me like a hungry man. In front all of those people. Charles put his hand on my waist, pulling me even closer so I had to put my head back. He put his tongue right into my throat, left it there while smashing his lips on my skin. I couldn't breath. He pulled me even closer. Feeling like my lungs cannot move, because of how his big hands were around my waist. He was hugging my waist completely with his hands. I was in his spars. When I started whining and trying to get the oxygen through my nose, he stopped after some time. Leaving me ABSOLUTELY breathless. ''Be a good girl, Y/N. But know for sure, you will get punished.'' ''For what?'' I snapped. ''For the fun, Y/N.'' He turned around. But I got the chance to tell him. ''I am not your puppet Charles!'' He turned around quickly, his eyes right in front of mine. ''Oh, you certainly are not my puppet. You are my petite slut, baby girl.'' This got me back again. ''And because you bewitched me so much-for my worship towards you, you will let me take you however I want.'' He said to me. But I said. ''No, my body is not some type of money to pay you back for your services!'' he chuckled. Came closer to my ear. ''You don't even know how much I'd like to shut you out with my cock right now, mon amour.'' He said and continued. ''You will gladly give me your body over and over again. Because you know I can take care of that exactly as well as to protect you.'' he said and left me there. I didn't even care that people were kinda frustrated about this little scene, even though nobody could hear a thing. I only cared about what he said to me, that it was true. I was starting to be this petite slut of his. I got scared I am losing control.

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starycloudz · 8 months

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Introduction!!☆☆

Hello, I'm Amber!☆ and I'm starting out writing x reader fan fiction! :3

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What I will write:

.Character x child reader. (strictly platonic)

.Angst. (not that good at it though..)

.Fluff.

.Aus.

.Platonic fics.

.Male reader/ Gn reader/ Female reader.

.Mlm/wlw fics.

Asexual reader/ Aromatic reader and anything of the sorts.

What I will not write:

.Smut. (that stuff makes me very uncomfortable)

.Pedophilia.

.Zoophilia.

.Character x Character.

.Homophilia.

.Yandere.(I'm not good with these types of stories sorry!)

.Character x oc.

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Fandoms I write for:

.Obey me! shall we date

.Bayonetta

.Black butler

.Court of darkness

(More fandoms to come!☆)

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Please note that I'm not great at writing but, I hope this blog will help me improve <3

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once-upon-a-devildom · 2 years

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I've finally finished chapter 3 after so long!

Here is a link to the third chapter of I'll Run a Bath For You, and here is a link to chapter one

Below is a preview of chapter 3

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Strong, dark arms are wrapped around your middle when you wake. Looking over your shoulder, you see a mess of white hair shrouding the eyes of your demon. His breaths are deep and steady, so you assume he's still sleeping. Thinking about last night makes you blush and butterflies flap wildly in your stomach. You rest your arms over Mammon’s and curl into him further. You peek at the alarm clock on the bedside table next to you and the feeling of dread hits you. You're late to RAD.

"Mammon! Mammon, wake up!!" You urge as you turn to shake his shoulder in attempt to rouse him.

His eyes squeeze tighter and his brows knit together before he lets a sleepy groan rise from his throat. "What? What's goin' on?" he questions before yawning, his eyes still closed.

"Mammon, we're late! We have to get up!!" you say with concern evident in your voice.

"Ah, who cares?" he sighs and squeezes you tighter, then places a kiss on your cheek. "Let's stay home today. I'll come up with an excuse for Lucifer. Tell 'im you were feelin' bad and didn't wanna be here alone. It's Saturday anyway. They'll only be there 'til noon."

"But Mammon-"

"It's fine, babe. Don't worry so much. Nothin's gonna happen."

"But I don't want Lucifer to get mad at you. I hate the way he treats you," you turn to look at him over your shoulder again and push your eyebrows together with worry.

His eyes, like sparkling sapphires, finally meet your gaze and he sighs lovingly. "You don't gotta worry 'bout me, Treasure. I've dealt with 'im long enough, I can handle it."

As well as you can manage, you give him your best puppy-dog eyes, pouty lip and everything.

“Treasure, c’mon, don’t look at me like that,” he says while nuzzling into your neck, trying to escape your cute pleading face. Mumbling into your skin, you can feel his face heating up as he says, “I don’t wanna let ya go yet.”

Just when you thought you couldn’t melt any more for this boy, he goes and says that! “Monnie, please? Like you said, school is only until noon today, so I’ll give you all my attention as soon as we get back home, okay?”

You hear a grumble as he shifts a little under the covers. With his face still buried away from your prying eyes, you can make out more mumbled words in his embarrassment, “Only if ya keep callin’ me that some more.”

At that, you quickly turn around to face him and pull him close in a firm hug. You notice his breath catch in his throat as you did so and it's so cute that you can’t stop yourself from pecking the tip of his nose. His eyes widen and his face darkens even more, so you reach a hand to the back of his head to massage his scalp playfully. "Anything for you, Monnie."

Mammon tries to scoff at you to play it cool, but the blood having rushed to his face has already given him away. Despite his broken composure, he still reaches up to kiss the top of your head. "Then we better hurry, babe."

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recklessmark · 1 year

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naughty girl’s lesson

Summary: you made a stupid purchase on Mark’s credit card and he clearly was not happy about it.

Pairing: hard dom!Mark x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Words count: ~7k

Smut warnings: it’s me again, you know what’s coming... this is pure filth-smut-porn, whatever, you name it. if you’re not familiar with my blog/content, please be mentally prepared before you dip this. (sex tape, food play, spanking, unprotected sex, a lot of name calling, public humiliation...)

A/N: this is fictional and within the context of an ongoing relationship based on respect, trust, and consent. enjoy your kink responsibly.

Knowing Mark’d had a long and exhausting week at work, you carefully planned a Friday night dinner to cook for him. When he got home, you had food on the stove filling the house with delicious scents of the meal to come. Dressed in a low-cut top and a tight miniskirt, you greeted him with a fresh tumbler of whiskey - two rocks, just the way he liked it.

Kissing you, he squeezed your ass and nuzzled your neck.

“Everything smells amazing,” Mark murmured. “Especially you.”

Leading him to the couch, you sat him down and handed over his drink. “I want you to sit right here and relax while I finish dinner,” you said.

“Mmm, yes, ma'am,” he readily agreed.

Handing him the TV remote and a small stack of mail, you returned to your work in the adjoining kitchen. After a few uneventful minutes, Mark addressed you from across the room.

“Baby? What’s this on the credit card bill?” He asked.

You froze, wracking your brain for what kind of trouble you’d gotten yourself into. Drifting toward him, you dried your hands on a dish towel and shrugged.

“I can’t think of anything-”

“Naughty Secretary Nights… Did you buy porn with our credit card?”

Your eyes went wide. “I, um…”

He laughed. “Oh my god, you did, didn’t you? You are unbelievable.”

“It was on that business trip… I was so lonely, and I wasn’t getting service on my phone… and I just… charged it to the room… I forgot, I’m so sorry. I meant to pay it off right away...” the more you tried to defend yourself, the more ridiculous you sounded. Who puts porn on a credit card? You knew better, obviously. But after a week without him and the better part of a bottle of Chardonnay… your ability to make sound decisions had clearly been impaired.

“Come here,” he instructed. As soon as you obeyed, he told you to turn around. “Lift up your skirt.”

You did as you were told, exposing your tiny, black thong and bare ass cheeks to him.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

His spankings made you gasp and lurch forward. You did your best to right yourself and stand still, taking your punishment.

Smack. Smack.

“Such a naughty, dirty girl,” Mark chastised.

Smack. Smack.

“I-I know… I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Sorry for what?” He asked.

“...For being a n-naughty, d-dirty girl…” You stammered. Saying it out loud made you blush, but you knew it was true.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“That’s enough for now,” he declared, and you started to lower your skirt. “Ah, ah…” he admonished. “Did I tell you to cover yourself?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“That’s right. Because who owns this ass?” He teased, squeezing your exposed flesh.

“You…” you lowered your lashes, feeling the undeniable wetness between your legs. Whenever Mark manhandled you, you inevitably found yourself willing and eager to do anything and everything he wanted.

“Mmmhmm… and I own these, too.” Taking hold of your hips, he turned you to face him and yanked down the top of your t-shirt, revealing a black lace push-up bra. Sliding his fingers under the cups, he pinched and twisted your nipples, making you moan and squirm. “Isn’t that right?”

“Ooohhh… y-yes, that’s right…” you wanted to straddle him, to let him strip you naked and have his way with you… but you had other plans.

“And since you’re such a fan of dirty girl porn, I say you can stay just like this while you finish dinner.” And with that he took his hands away from you, settling back against the couch and turning on the TV.

Your breathing still ragged, you turned and headed back to the kitchen, with your clothes askew, leaving your bra and panties on display. In the kitchen, you realized the bay window curtain was wide open… Your house had a relatively high wall around it, but certain neighbors would still have a view inside from the right angle.

“Um… should I…?” You trailed off, looking to Mark and gesturing toward the window. He smirked, looking you up and down.

“Leave it open. I feel like showing you off. Let’s let the neighbors see what a naughty, indecent girl you are, shall we?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” You chewed your lip and got back to work. In your exposed state, in front of an open window, making dinner suddenly invoked a host of new sensations.

Every time you bent over, you wondered if one of your neighbors was getting an eyeful… When you stirred or chopped, making your breasts bounce and jiggle, you glanced nervously out the window. In the dark of night, you couldn’t tell whether or not there was anyone out there, enjoying the show.

When dinner was ready, you set the table and opened a bottle of wine. Standing before Mark in the living room, you clasped your hands behind your back and let him know it was time to eat.

Following you to the dining room, he sat down and let you pour his wine, lightly caressing your cleavage while you served him. As you stood up, he looked you over, considering your disheveled state.

“Strip down to your lingerie,” he instructed.

With a small whimper, you obliged him, peeling off your skirt and top. Standing before him in your thong and push-up bra, you awaited further direction.

“You may finish serving me just like that, then I want you to go and fetch your robe.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You did as you were told, carefully scooping servings of each dish onto his plate. When you bent over, your breasts threatened to spill out of your bra. At one point he stopped you, ordering you to hold still. Taking out his phone, he snapped a picture of your tits hovering over his dinner plate.

“I should post this online, since you love porn so much,” he mused, showing you the photo. “We can make a naughty, salacious gallery of you and charge people to ogle your naked body. Would you like that, dirty girl? Whoring yourself out for money?”

A flush of embarrassment and desire crept up your neck to your cheeks. “I, um… Only if you wanted me to… You’re the boss,” you answered.

He smiled and held up his phone.

“Say that again,” he commanded.

“I… would only… w-whore myself out for money… if you wanted me to. You’re the boss,” you stumbled over your words as you realized he was filming you.

“I am the boss,” Mark repeated. Reaching up, he pulled down the cups of your bra until your naked breasts were fully exposed. Then he squeezed and fondled them, making you writhe and whimper under his touch. “I am the boss of this lewd, vulgar girl. You love flaunting your tits for me, don’t you, slut?”

The wetness between your legs was reaching a fever pitch. He very rarely used words like ‘slut’ and ‘tits’, so you knew you were in for a night of real torment.

“Y-yes, Sir… I love f-flaunting myself… just for you…” you confessed.

“Mmm… I know you do,” he replied, and put down his phone.

Leaving your naked tits on display, he sent you off to fetch your robe. You returned to the table with it still in hand, since he had not, after all, instructed you to put it on.

“You may wear your robe while we eat, but leave it open. I want you to stay warm, and I want to enjoy this pornographic picture,” he gestured to your mostly naked body with a smirk.

“Yes, Sir,” you agreed, and did as he instructed, putting your robe on and leaving it open when you sat down.

“Sit on the edge of your chair, and keep your knees apart,” Mark demanded. You obeyed at once, and the posture of your position thrust your tits forward. He reached over, pinching and twisting your nipples, one by one.

“You know why you’re being treated like this, don’t you?” He asked.

You nodded, squirming in your seat as he tormented you. “Yes… yes, Sir…”

“And why is that?”

“B-because I was v-very naughty… buying porn… with our credit card…” You whimpered and moaned, loving every second that he tortured your perky little nipples.

“That’s right,” he agreed. “And when you act like a naughty, dirty girl, I’m going to treat you like a naughty, dirty girl.”

“Ooohhhh… thank you… I-I know I d-deserve it…” You arched your back toward him, wanting more groping, more pinching, more fondling. Which is, of course, precisely when he stopped.

“Mmm… You may learn your lesson after all,” he speculated. “Now be a good girl and eat. For the rest of your punishment, you’ll need to keep your energy up.”

Catching your breath, you did as he said. He made light, fun conversation during the meal, but it was hard for you to focus. You kept wondering what he had in store for ‘the rest of your punishment…’

You didn’t have to wait long to find out. After dinner, Mark instructed you to fetch the gelato and whipped cream for dessert. At first, you didn’t think much of it; you just enjoyed some small bowls of the chocolate frozen treat topped with whipped cream. But then he told you to put the gelato away and leave the whipped cream.

“And I’ll take one more small tumbler of bourbon,” he stated.

You quickly delivered his drink, and before you could sit down again he told you to lean against the wall opposite him. Then he set up his phone so the screen faced you and started to record, giving you a clear view of everything he was filming.

“Take off your robe,” he ordered, and you obediently complied. “Now your thong,” he added, and you slid the flimsy fabric down to your ankles.

“Actually, you can leave them there,” he decided. “As a reminder that you’re learning your lesson - what happens to naughty, dirty girls like you.”

“Yes, Sir,” you replied, abjectly lowering your lashes. You stood, waiting for his next directive, with your thong around your ankles and your bare tits propped up by your bra.

To your surprise, he approached you with the can of whipped cream. Squirting a hefty dollop onto each of your nipples, he finished with a third spray on top of your freshly waxed pussy.

“Grab your elbows behind your back,” he said, “and stay like that until I’m done with my bourbon.

“Yes, S-Sir…” you replied, carefully adjusting your arms so as not to disturb the portions of whipped cream.

While he sipped his drink and watched you, you stole glances at the phone screen, filming you in your vulnerable state. You tried not to squirm too much, biting your lip to remind yourself to hold still.

“More porn for us to sell,” Mark explained, and you honestly couldn’t tell if he was serious, or if this was just another means of taunting you. “Every time you misbehave, we’ll make a new tutorial detailing your punishment and what you learned. Would you like that, slut?”

“If it’s what you want, Sir, then… yes, I would.” The more you settled into your dominant/submissive dynamic, the clearer it became that there was very little you would not do for him.

His drink finished, he came over to you and cupped one of your breasts with his hand. You obediently stood with your arms behind your back, since he hadn’t told you to change positions. As hard as it was to not cling to him, you gripped your elbows and held on tight as he began his delicious assault on your whipped-cream-dipped nipples.

Licking and nibbling and sucking, he used his hand to shimmy your breast back and forth under his mouth. It was your absolute favorite sensation, and you moaned with abandon as he savored one breast and then the other. In between breasts, he paused and stood back, leaving a clear view of your stripped, wanton body for the camera.

Mark leaned against the wall next to you, casually leering at your tawdry nakedness. “Are you learning your lesson, dirty girl?”

“Yes… yes, Sir…” you panted.

“And what is that?” He prompted.

“To, um… not buy porn? …With a credit card?” You offered.

He chuckled. “Yes, that’s step one.”

Then he dropped to his knees and held your hips steady. Slowly, with agonizing delicacy, he licked the whipped cream from between your legs. You instantly started to squirm, but he paused just long enough to instruct you to hold still. You did your best to follow orders while he worked you over into a veritable frenzy…

Carefully, he caressed the sides of your pussy with his tongue. Some of the cream slid down the inside of your thigh, and he followed it, using his mouth to scoop it up… Returning to the center between your legs, he spread your lips with his hand and meticulously cleaned every inch of you… When he came close to your clit, he stopped, making you cry out in anguish.

Smirking, he looked up at you. “Say please,” he commanded.

“Please… please…” you begged.

He sighed. “Be more specific.”

“Please… don’t stop…” You replied. “Please l-lick… lick my clit, please…”

“Interesting. And here I thought you would beg me to let you come. Very well, have it your way.”

And with that, he flicked his tongue over your clit ever so lightly, maybe half a dozen times… then he gave it one long, luxurious stroke with his tongue. You whimpered, cursing yourself inwardly for not having the presence of mind to beg for an orgasm. Clearly it was too late now.

With his work complete, Mark stood up and examined his effect on you. You stood panting and aching for him, eager to show him that you could learn how to behave.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he ordered, and you complied at once.

Smack. Smack. Smack. This time between your legs.

“What’s the second part of your lesson, my insatiable, horny girl?”

Smack. Smack.

“Oohh… oww… umm… That if I act-” Smack. Smack. “Mm, oww… if I act like a naughty, dirty girl-” Smack. Smack. Smack. “...oww ow… then I’ll get treated l-like a naughty, dirty girl…”

“That’s right,” he affirmed. “Now turn around and stick your ass out for me. Let’s get some proper dirty girl spankings on video.”

You did as you were told, keeping your elbows grasped behind your back, and leaning your bare chest against the wall so you could thrust your bottom out the way he liked.

“Mmhmm…” he rubbed his hand over your ass cheeks, jiggling them back and forth. “Just like the sordid, vulgar girl you are…”

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

As you took your punishment, your mind swirled with thoughts of what he might have in store for you next.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Tidying up and doing dishes while naked?

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Maybe cleaning the windows naked, in full view of any curious neighbors?

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Next time you get horny and greedy, you’ll think twice about buying porn, won’t you?”

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Y-yes… ohh… oww… yes, Sir… I promise, I w-won’t do it ag-again…”

Your ass wriggled under his final, merciless blows.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Damn right you won’t.”

Walking over to the phone, he picked it up and brought it closer to you, running it up the length of your disheveled body until he reached your flushed, chastened face.

“What do you say when you get the punishment you deserve?” He challenged.

“Thank you, Sir… thank you for teaching me h-how to behave…” You replied, doing your best to look as contrite and remorseful as you felt.

“Good girl,” he praised, and your stomach flipped. “Now come with me.”

And with that, Mark turned off the recording and led you out of the dining room.

In the kitchen he stopped you and told you to take off your bra and step out of the panties that were still around your ankles. After complying with his instructions, you handed over your lingerie and followed him, stripped completely naked, into the bedroom.

“You’ll need a shower, since you’re a dirty, sticky mess,” he said. “When you’re done, you can put on the outfit I lay out for you.”

“Yes, Sir,” you agreed, heading into the shower like a contrite, obedient girl.

After soaping yourself up and washing thoroughly, you dried off, lotioned up, and came back into the bedroom to get dressed.

Laid out on the bed, you found the tiniest g-string you owned, a matching French sling, and a short, tight, dove gray dress. Based on his dress choice, you inferred you would be continuing to serve him at home, since he’d always deemed it “too slutty for public consumption.”

Slipping into the barely-there g-string, you adjusted it as best you could and then put on your bra. A French sling is designed to prop your tits up like they’re on a shelf, with your nipples left peeking out over the top. It’s about as naughty, slutty, and on display as a bra with any coverage can be.

Squeezing yourself into the dress, his reasoning behind the French sling was immediately evident. Your tormented nipples were hard and perky, making them plainly visible through the thin, stretchy fabric. Looking down, you noticed a pair of strappy black heels, which you dutifully put on and fastened around your ankles.

After touching up your hair and makeup, you finally emerged from the bedroom. Mark put down the magazine he was reading and appraised your appearance.

“Perfect,” he declared. Standing up, he draped a long cardigan over your shoulders. Your dress was so short, the hem of the sweater went right past it. “So you don’t get cold while we’re out.”

You stood rooted to the spot. “You want me to go out? Dressed like this?”

“Is that a problem?” He challenged you.

“N-no, Sir… I just, you’ve always said… this dress…”

“I know what I’ve said.”

“I… look like a…” you trailed off, realizing that was precisely the point.

“A prostitute? …A porn star?” He teased.

“Yes, Sir,” you agreed, lowering your gaze.

“Come on, my little sextoy.” Placing his hand on the small of your back, he ushered you out the door. “Time to let everyone see what a naughty piece of ass you are.”

The chill night air was just cold enough to ensure that your nipples would stay nice and hard, leaving them very much on display. The dress left so much of you visible, it felt a little like he was parading you around naked for everyone to ogle. It barely covered your ass, and your propped up tits were all but spilling over the low neckline…

The car ride over was relatively uneventful. He was clearly - and rightly - counting on the effect of sheer anticipation, leaving you to imagine what it would feel like to be in bar full of people dressed like a slutty hooker.

When you got there and walked in, you quickly assessed the small crowd. There were enough people there to make blending in possible, yet you couldn’t help but notice that pretty much everyone closest to you had some reaction to your attire.

A woman sitting next to her friend stifled a laugh, then pointed you out and the two started whispering and giggling. Next to them, a man tried not to look at you, while his wife made no effort to hide her disgust and judgement.

“It’s warm in here, don’t you think?” Mark asked you.

You nodded with a small shrug. “Pretty warm.”

“You probably don’t need the cardigan inside,” he replied, eliciting a small whimper from you as he slid the fabric off your shoulders.

Standing next to him, without the thin layer of coverage provided by your sweater, you were keenly aware of how short your dress was… how visible your nipples were… and how every person around you would be treated to a vivid picture of how you looked naked.

As he led you toward the bar, you now had a very clear idea of how it felt to be in a bar full of people dressed like a slutty hooker… It was absolutely mortifying. And you’d never been so turned on in all your life.

You found two bar stools, and as you sat at his side, you quickly crossed your legs. It was the only way to avoid flashing everyone in your immediate vicinity.

The bartender came over, and when she noticed your nipples she blatantly stared. Smirking, she looked up at you.

“Nice dress,” she said.

You bit your lip, blushing, and Mark gave you a slight nudge.

“She gave you a compliment,” he prompted.

“Thank you,” you offered, feeling more exposed than ever.

You vaguely heard him ordering a whiskey for himself and wine for you, but you were distracted by all the other people sitting around the bar. You tried to not pay attention, but you had to make sure you weren’t imagining things. It seemed like everyone was looking at you.

“Sit up straight,” you heard him say, and you did as you were told. “Shoulders back,” he teased, and you obeyed, pushing your tits out even further.

He tucked your hair behind your ears, murmuring low. “That’s a good girl… How does it feel, all these people staring and leering at you?”

“Um… It feels… embarrassing, and… um…” You were ashamed to admit the second part.

“And what else?” He prompted.

“...And, um… I’m also… really, really turned on…” you confessed, flushing as you spoke.

“Mmm… mhmm. That makes sense. A wanton, lustful girl like you. I bet you’re dripping wet, aren’t you?” He taunted you, knowing very well that it was true.

“Yes… yes, Sir,” you admitted. Glancing around, you got the irrational feeling that all of the people ogling you could suddenly tell just how wet and horny you was.

“There’s a pool table,” Mark pointed out, as if reading your mind. “Maybe I should make you play pool with me, so you’ll have to bend over and show everyone that soaked pussy of yours, too. Would you like that?”

“I, um… if it would please you, Sir.”

He rubbed his thumb along your bottom lip.

“I love it when you’re nothing but eager to please,” he praised. Leaning forward, he kissed you lightly, grazing your cleavage with his fingertips and peppering your exposed skin with goosebumps.

The bartender delivered your drinks, and for two rounds you talked of other things. While you talked, Mark casually caressed your bare legs, sometimes slipping dangerously close to the super short hem of your dress. You squirmed in your seat, fighting the urge to spread your legs for him right then and there.

After two glasses of wine, you needed to go to the ladies room. It wasn’t that far away, but you would have to walk past several tables and clusters of people to get there. You took the risk of asking Mark if you might be allowed to put your cardigan back on for the occasion.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “What do you think?”

“Um… No?”

“Correct. And why not?”

“Because… I need to be reminded what happens… to naughty, dirty girls, like me. I need to learn my lesson.”

“That’s right. Now let me see you show off that slutty little body of yours for everyone in here,” he chided.

“Y-yes, Sir…”

In the bathroom, the only humiliation was when two drunk girls stepped up next to you at the sinks. You were moving slowly, not wanting any part of your body to escape from your dress.

“Wow,” one of them said, gaping at you. “Slut much?”

She and her friend burst out laughing. You tried to ignore them, but as they made their way to the door, the other girl chimed in.

“We should get a picture of her! Mike and Chris will never believe we saw a real-live hooker!”

They laughed again while she pulled out her phone and the other one called back to you.

“Smile, you’re on candid slut camera!”

There was nowhere to hide, and they were blocking the door. You’d started with your back to them and had to turn to dry your hands, so they probably got pictures of you at every angle. As they disappeared, laughing and calling you names, you realized they could do whatever they wanted with the pictures. Send them to their boyfriends, put them on the internet…

After enduring more leers and taunts on your way back to Mark, you told him what happened.

He sighed and shrugged. “If they were naked pictures of you, I wouldn’t allow it,” he promised. “But since you’re just mostly naked… I guess that’s what you deserve, isn’t it?”

You swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Our tab is paid, and I’ve been sitting here wondering…” he mused, “should I make you flash someone? Or maybe hike up your skirt while we’re on our way out?”

You squeezed your legs together and wriggled on your stool, awaiting his verdict.

“But I decided I want the rest of you all for myself,” he declared, and you felt a subtle wave of relief. You would’ve done it for him of course… But full-on public exposure was unchartered territory, and you weren’t absolutely certain how you felt about it. You were happy to wait and find out another day.

All the same, Mark still led you out of the bar nice and slowly, with no cardigan to hide behind, giving the small crowd their last looks at your barely covered body.

In the car, you got your sweater back for the ride home. It provided more warmth than coverage, and he certainly took advantage of how laid bare you were willing to be for him.

Reaching over, he tugged down the neckline of your dress, exposing your propped-up tits and rock hard nipples. He worked his magic, pinching and tweaking them while you moaned and writhed in your seat.

“Turn towards me, dirty girl, I’m done sharing you. I don’t want anyone getting a glimpse of your naughty little nipples.”

You obliged, turning to face him, hiding your naked breasts from outside view. At the next stoplight, he made you hike up your skirt for you. When you did, slowly sliding the fabric the mere inches it took to expose yourself, he took hold of the front of your g-string.

“Did you enjoy our outing, naughty girl? Walking around barely dressed, showing off your slutty little body?”

He tugged your g-string upwards, pulling the fabric back and forth between your legs. You quivered with the exquisite ache of it. “Y-yes… oh, god… yes, Sir… I… I loved it…” You conceded.

“Of course you did… look at yourself.”

You took stock of the state you were in… tits on display, skirt hiked up exposing your ass and all your dripping wetness… squirming in the passenger seat of his car while he toyed with you.

“I-I know… I can’t help it…”

“I know you can’t.” Mark’s voice was laced with a teasing kind of pity that sent a thrill through you.

The light turned green, and he released his hold on you. Without instruction to do otherwise, you stayed in your naughty, exposed position. He once again treated you to the torments he’d been considering, and the thought of living out his suggestions made you practically want to hump the seat…

“So, I figured there were a few options for finishing your lesson… I thought about taking you to the grocery store in that outfit, where there would be more people and brighter lights…” you let out a small whimper, but he just smirked and went on. “Then I thought about setting up my phone again, to record you getting yourself off right here in the car… like making your own little porno.” He offered brightly.

You bit your lip over a small, shameful smile.

“Yes,” he went on, “I thought you might enjoy that one a little too much. Wouldn’t you?”

You’d stopped at another red light, and he reached over to give your bare ass a few sharp smacks.

“Yes… oh… yes, Sir…” you plead.

“Obviously you’re desperate to come at this point, since you’re a dirty, naughty girl who not so secretly loves her punishments,” he admonished.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you apologized. “What can I do… to prove to you that I’m learning my lesson?”

“Hmm…” he considered. “I do have one possible idea, but I’m still thinking about it. For now, I think you should watch this. I remembered you already made your own porno today.”

Procuring his phone, he pulled up a video and handed it to you. It was the recording he’d made of you earlier in the evening, when he had you stripped almost naked and up against the wall.

You spent the rest of the car ride obediently watching as Mark covered parts of you in whipped cream and then took his time licking it off, savoring every moment. You were a little ashamed to see how often you stole glances at the camera, since he’d left it facing you. Especially while he was all too briefly going down on you. You kept looking at the screen, watching yourself struggle to hold still, while all you wanted to do was writhe under the agonizing pleasure of his touch…

“What do you think?” He asked.

“I… I keep looking at myself, on camera,” you answered.

“Of course you do. Your entire punishment came about today because you love porn so much, you decided to order some alone in your hotel room, and pay for it with a credit card. That makes you one horny, desperate girl, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir…” you agreed, knowing just how true it was. Your libido always got you into so much trouble. You could never get enough.

Mark pulled into your driveway, but after shutting off the car, he made no move to get out. The video of you starring in your own porn had ended, and he took his phone back from you.

Turning to face you more fully, the streetlight illuminated his irresistibly sexy profile. “Tell me what you did to yourself, in the hotel room. I want details,” he said.

“I, um… was laying on the bed… watching, um…”

“Naughty Secretary Nights?” He prompted.

“Yes…”

“And what exactly were you watching?”

“Um… a secretary mixed up some important files… and she um, her boss made her strip, and, um… bend over the desk… so she could be punished.”

“Of course… and how was she punished?”

“With, um… lots of spankings. And then, um, she had to beg, to be fucked…”

He smirked, reaching a casual hand across the space between you to gently graze your nipples.

“I bet you loved that, didn’t you?”

‘Y-yes… yes, Sir,” you admitted.

“And what were you doing, while the naughty secretary begged to be fucked?”

“I um, oh… um, I was on the bed, in my lingerie… then I pulled down my panties…”

“Were you on your back or on your stomach?”

“Um… on my stomach, so I could see the TV better…” you flushed with the shame of it, and he twisted each of your nipples.

“That sounds about right. So you pulled down your panties, and then what?”

“I… ohh… um, oh… I rubbed m-my clit… until I came… ohh, god…”

“And did you play with your nipples, too?”

“Ohh… y-yes, Sir,” you almost screamed, “but it j-just made me m-miss… y-you… oh god…”

“Uh-huh… I bet it did.” He pinched harder, making you moan and arch your back toward him. “And I bet you really want to be fucked right now, don’t you?”

‘Yes, oh god… yes…”

Chuckling, Mark used both hands to torment your aching nipples at the same time, rubbing and flicking and pinching just the way you liked it… loved it, craved it…

“Oh, come now. You know you’re going to have to beg,” he teased.

“Please…. Please, Sir… oh, god, please fuck me… please…”

“Mmm, I love the sound of that. Do it some more.”

“Please fuck me, please…. Oh, fuck, ohhh god… please… I’ll do… anything… ohhh…”

Releasing his hold on you, he sat back and watched you catch your breath, your tits still heaving from his exquisite torture.

“Good. Because I want you to walk from here to the porch, just like that.”

You whimpered, squirming in your seat. “W-with my cardigan on or off?”

“That’s a good question.” He pondered for a moment before answering. “I think you can leave it on, but when you get out of the car, don’t adjust it. If it falls on its own and covers your ass, that’s fine. But if it doesn’t, you leave that slutty little ass of yours on display for whoever happens to be looking, understood?”

You nodded, feeling ravenous from all of his excruciating and delicious provocations.

“Y-yes, Sir… Understood.”

“Good girl. And of course, you are under no circumstances allowed to wrap that sweater around you. No matter what, I want you to give our neighbors a good, long look at those indecent, bouncy, punished tits of yours.”

You lowered your lashes and nodded through your blushing. “Yes, Sir. Whatever you say.”

“That’s right. And maybe - if you can show me how good you are at following instructions - maybe once we’re inside I’ll fuck you.”

A small whimper escaped your lips as he climbed out of the car. You turned and followed suit, being extra careful not to adjust your clothing at all.

It was hardest when you stood completely upright, and your cardigan stayed propped up by your ass cheeks. It went against every instinct you had not to cover yourself, but with Mark standing on the porch watching your every move, you knew you had to do as he’d instructed.

Walking to the porch, you were more aware than ever before of which neighbors still had lights on. You did your best to keep your eyes on him, so you wouldn’t notice someone peeking out their window and lose your nerve.

As you reached the porch, your sweater finally slid down to cover your ass, but your relief was short lived.

“You can face the street while I unlock the door,” Mark said with a wicked glint in his eye.

Doing as you were told, you turned your body toward the street, putting yourself on full display under your porch light. Not only were your tits still spilling over the top of your French sling, but with your dress still hiked up around your waist, you realized you hadn’t been allowed to adjust your g-string, either. It was still tugged up between your pussy lips where Mark’d left it, so you were now showing off your most vulnerable parts of yourself for all to see.

And he certainly were taking his time with the door lock.

“Wouldn’t you know it… damn thing is sticking again,” he claimed, full of faux innocence.

You stood dutifully by his side, and just before he opened the door to let you in, you was mortified to spot a couple of figures in one of the lit windows across the street. You couldn’t tell who they were, but you sure knew what they saw…

Before you had time to process your embarrassment, Mark had you in the front hall with the door closed behind you. Shoving me you against the wall, he tore off your cardigan and grabbed your tits from behind.

“Is this what you want?” He taunted, playing with the wetness between your legs. “I want to hear you beg, slave. Tell me what a selfish, horny little slut you are.”

Whimpering, you craned your neck to loop at him. “P-please, Sir… Please, Master… Please let me come… I’ll do anything you want… Please… I-I’m a horny, desperate, selfish little s-slut… And I can’t get enough… Please…”

Satisfied, he led you to the couch. “Desperate, I like that ad-lib. It’s so true, you are a desperate little slut.

“You see this big, comfortable couch?” He added. “Straddle the arm of it.”

Graciously, he took of your thong, then tied your wrist with it. Then he leaned down to you and said, “Let’s see how well you follow instructions. I want you to make yourself come, by humping this couch.” He smirked. “You know I just really love making naughty little sluts fuck my couch.”

You realized you’d been frozen. Not wanting to be further berated, you quickly set to work, humping the arm of the couch as you’d been instructed. As soon as you started thrusting your hips back and forth over the fabric, you couldn’t help but moan, it feels so good.

Mark stepped back and appraises your movements. “Yeah… This shouldn’t take long.” Squeezing one of your tits, he pinched your nipple. “Make sure to tell me when you come, slut.”

You’re mortified to see him go into the kitchen. You’re left there, humping the furniture, moaning and writhing all by myself. God… you really were a horny, desperate little slut…

As Mark assessed, it didn’t take you long to come. Obliging as ever, you followed instructions and cried out, arching your back. “I’m coming… Oh god… Yes… Fuck… I’m coming…”

It’s such a release. When you open your eyes, you’re startled to find him standing next to you, watching with amusement dancing in his eyes. Then he settled on the couch, adjusting you so you’re sitting with your back to him and your ass nestled against his groin.

Your mind wasn’t left to wander for long, as you’d taken Mark’s cue to start fondling and pinching your tits, making you squirm on his lap. You felt his hard cock under you, and it just made you squirm more… until he spanks you between your legs. “Hold still, slut.”

As far as words went, not much turned you on like that simple command. You did your best to still your body instantly, though you kept panting under his torment.

He then played with your wetness and it’s so hard not to move. Your panting got worse and turned into whimpers. He started spanking your cunt again, over and over. All you could do was to hold still and take it. Your tits were turning red from his molestation, and the wet smacking sounds of your spanked pussy were so loud you could all hear them over your cries of painful pleasure.

You felt his breath on your ear as he murmured, “You’re about to come, aren’t you, slut?”

“Y-yesss… Fuck… Yes, Sir…”

“Beg for it.”

“P-please, Sir… Please, may I c-come?”

Mark started spanking your pussy harder and faster, and when he did, your body was consumed by the orgasm that courses through you. You couldn’t help it, you arched your back and moan, thanking him for getting you off. “Good girl,” he says reassuringly and stops touching you once he could tell you’re coming down. He wiped his wet hand across your face, making sure to smear cum across your forehead, cheeks, lips, and neck.

“You’d want to hold on now because you’re about to get fucked like a nasty slut you are.” He breathed into your ear while undoing his fly.

You gripped the far side of the couch with both of your hands and as soon as you did, he thrust into you so hard you shouted. "Oh!"

His hands gripped onto your hips and his cock started pounding you. It was hard and hot, almost felt like your insides were burning. But you liked it. You’d always liked how Mark felt, and how merciless he fucked.

"Mark, oh...fuck," you moaned so quietly you could barely hear it. Still, the sound of his own name coming out of your mouth while he pumped his cock deep into your cunt made his breath quicken.

He gave each of your ass cheek a rough slap, teeth nibbing on your earlobe. “You love being fucked like this, yeah? Like a filthy whore that deserves to get all of her holes filled with come.” The third and fourth smack landed and he breathed out a ‘fuck’ when your skin reddened even more.

You started to clench inside, and orgasm building. "Can I come...please?"

Mark looked down at you. The skirt bunched over your waist, bare assed, tits crushed against his chest, your hair was a wild mess. He grinned, almost condescending. “Yeah, you’re gonna come again? Fuck, go on, slut. Cream my cock.”

Heat crashed you right then and there. Your entire body giving up from the orgasms you’d had. Mark was close, his hip pistoned into you with a maddening speed. And he saw you, mouth open, eyes rolling back, panting, utterly undone, ropes of hot come splashed on your walls. He grunted, biting down on your shoulder while chasing his high.

You felt it, felt him tightened, his balls contracting even more. His cock thickened, swelled, stretched you even more, and you started to fall into overstimulation - bucking, gasping, pushing hard back against him.

He finished with several more strokes, and laid over you, breathing hard. “I really hope you’ve learnt your lesson, baby.” He smiled slightly, brushing hair away from your face and placed a kiss on your swollen lips.

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F!Reader & Momo are best friends since they were babies, but reader fucks her bf Todoroki every night. One night while she was riding him, Momo calls her and Shoto forces her to answer. Momo tells her that she notices Todoroki acting weird n is worried that he will break up with her, reader assures her that Shoto would never do that, telling how lucky he is to have her. Momo thanks her n tells that she is the lucky one to have her as bff n asks if she's alright cause she sounds a little exalted.

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todoroki x f! reader

genre: smut

warnings/tags: slight overstimulation, semi-public sex (you're on a phone call), slightly mean! todo, cheating

notes: this fic is AWFUL i am so sorry i didn't do this req justice

edit: guys i don’t condone cheating at all. it’s fiction. please stop commenting shit😭😭

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“Answer it.”

“What? Ah-- Shouto?”

“I said,” he accentuated his words with a harsh thrust into your cunt, one that trailed a reverberating heat down to the base of your spine, “Answer it,” his voice dropped into a low whisper.

You obeyed, picking up the buzzing phone that flashed with your best-friend's name. “M-Momo?”

“Hi, [Y/N],” Momo sounded unsure — and slightly somber. You guess you would be too if you thought someone was fucking your boyfriend.

Harshly, but not harsh enough to make a sound, Shouto rolled his hips into you. His lips quirked into a smile at your pathetic attempts to cover your mouth.

“What’s…” you exhaled shakily, “…up?”

“I just…” you heard a sigh from her end, “Shouto has been acting strange with me. I am afraid he might break up with me…”

Shouto moved his hand to rub at your puffy clit in figure-8’s, flicking it occasionally for variation. You ground into his palm, lips parting in silent pleasure and eyes squeezing shut. He began thrusting, gentle cocks of his hips into yours. Feeling a moan rise up your throat, you hurriedly halted his movements.

“Stop,” you said, staring straight at Todoroki. He raised an eyebrow. Realising your mistake, you back-pedalled. “Stop—ah— selling yourself short, Momo. I'm lucky to have you as my best friend, and Shouto is lucky to have you as his girlfriend. You're perfect.”

Shouto continued his hand movements. The phone was silent for a few seconds, and for a fleeting moment you worried if Momo had figured out what was happening. “…You really think so?”

Todoroki leaned forward, hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear. "Are you seriously getting off on this?" he whispered, biting the skin of your neck. His lips curled into a cruel smirk.

"Yes—! Yes, d-definitely," you cursed at yourself for stuttering. At this point you had no idea how you hadn't been found out.

"[Y/N]? Are you alright? You sound a bit fatigued."

Todoroki chuckled lightly into your ear, moving his mouth down to sloppily bite at your neck.

"Mmm-- yeah. Yeah. I'm good," you paused, trying to think of a good excuse whilst swallowing down your whimpers. "Yes, I was working out. Before. Not that long-- ah-- ago. Sore. I'm still sore."

"Oh. That's not good..." Momo lapsed into an awkward silence. Whilst you had the chance, you quickly muted the mic and began gyrating your hips swiftly, Todoroki fastening his hands around your waist, bouncing you up and down gently. He let out small groans, that of which were muffled by the skin of your neck. You babbled out unintelligible words, moaning into the open air.

Momo's voice cut through once again.

"Do you think I should take Shouto out? I have read before that quality time helps mend relationships."

Halting Shouto by placing a hand on his chest, you unmuted the mic. "Maybe? Where does he like to go?"

Shouto's hands began travelling down once more. Gently, you slapped them away. His eyes narrowed. I'm already close, you mouthed.

"Oh no... I'm not sure. Perhaps a restaurant? Maybe something traditional? Or... maybe something modern? I'm not sure what cuisines he likes. Japanese of course..."

As Momo rambled on, you slapped a palm over your mouth. Shouto had started to thrust again whilst circling your clit with his fingers. "Be quiet," he murmured, scraping his teeth over your neck.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you rolled your hips onto him, desperately trying to contain your moans. Tears welled into your eyes and your back arched desperately as you climaxed on top of him.

He didn't stop.

He continued to stimulate you, even when it became too much. The fact that he was groaning breathy versions of your name into your ear did not help, either.

Shouto twitched inside you, that being the only warning you got before he painted your insides with white. You let out a sob as you shook against him, humiliation settling in your stomach as you let out a loud, whorish moan.

Shouto chuckled at you, rubbing your clit faster and bringing you quickly to your second orgasm.

Now that your high was over, the embarrassment came in full force. You just moaned on a call with your best friend. The fucking her boyfriend part you didn't mind, but you just moaned. Shouto was far too quiet to be heard -- surely. So she must think you're insane. Probably.

"[Y/N]," Shouto mumbled, still panting slightly. You glanced at him. He was waving around the phone, which was still on call with Momo.

And the mic was muted.

Todoroki moved his thumb to the volume button, slowly turning it up.

"...Then there was this ice skating rink that my Mother and Father once brought me to..." Momo's voice rang out, elegant as ever.

"You fucker," you murmured, "you so did that on purpose."

"Maybe," Shouto smiled, leaning forward and kissing you on the cheek.

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treasureofmammon · 7 months

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A couple of teasers 🥰💖💛✨️

Characters: Mammon x You - Gender neutral (GN!reader).

Warnings: Mentions of casual drinking, s3xy time is implied. Established relationship. Short text. Awkwardness. Just fluff.

Summary: Usually, you are the teaser, the one who makes Mammon blush. But since you two started to officially date, you have been an adorable nervous mess, and Mammon can't resist teasing you.

[Notes: The following characters belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. This is a mere work of fan-fiction. | GN!Reader | This is one of my first times sharing what I write, so please be kind. | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. | I had this idea because I'm awkward af, so I thought my only chance in real life is to find someone who thinks that's quirky cute, I guess(?)].

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Mammon puts his arm around you. You don't dare to see his face, but he's grinning with a devilish smile. Your body stiffens, and you grab onto the blanket over your legs, trying to focus on the movie.

The dim lights in Mammon's room, the warmth of his body right next to you, and the alcoholic beverages that you drank are making the mood much more romantic than you anticipated.

It's not like "things" haven't happened between you before. But you just... like him so much! Although you started dating weeks ago, this gushy feeling hasn't left, and whenever he makes a move on you, you start panicking like an idiot, saying the stupidest things, stuttering, not keeping track of your words and actions. You feel erratic and nervous, your blood rushing to your face, making you look red like a tomato, as if it was the first time that you share an intimate moment with your boyfriend.

Mammon knows this too damn well. He is not only thousands of years older than you, and hence, much more experienced; but he's also a demon, teasing you, a mere lost lamb, it's what drives his kind. But more importantly, looking at you in a state of self-awareness and shyness because of him fills him with a pride and joy that he didn't know he could ever feel.

He can't resist teasing you. And to you, even grabbing your waist or kissing your cheek is enough to drive you insane. He thinks it's impossible not to act upon it. After all, it's you!, a wonderful being, a gorgeous soul, a beautiful human -his human- acting adorably nervous because of him, a complete looser. He thought something like that was impossible. But that's his reality now.

How couldn't he take advantage of every aspect of you? How couldn't he pamper you and yet tease you until your cheeks turn red? Your reactions are so cute! He can't help himself.

So when he runs one of his fingers across your cheek and then lays a longing kiss in the corner of your lips, you jump in nervousness, and he chuckles.

"D-Don't make fun of me"- you say, pouting.

"Baby, ya always get super shy and quirky when I hit on ya"- he admits. And cups your cheek so you can finally look at his very excited face, his eyes revealing a taunting demeanor and behind that, desire.

Something in you today clicks, and with honesty, but still stuttering, you respond -"I-Is that a bad thing? You know? Me acting like a wreck because I like you so much?".

Mammon is shocked. He looks at your pretty blushing face, but you don't run away, and rather, your gaze lets him know that you are not dropping it without an answer.

It's in moments like this that Mammon can't escape you, when he's pushed into a wall and when he's confronted with honesty as the only answer. This is when he turns into the teased one.

You drive him crazy as much as he drives you.

Now, Mammon is the one who blushes (as if it's not easy for him to do so). So he closes his eyes and shortens the distance between you two. His arms lock you closer to his chest, his forehead against yours -"Nah. It's super adorable. Never stop doin' that".

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afreakingdork · 5 months

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Plot Bunny - My Doll (slave!rottmnt!Donnie x Reader)

We open to a world where yokai (both mutant and yokai are referred to as such because as long as you have non-human blood you're lumped into the same category) are commoditized as playthings. It’s stylish for the riche to buy them as companions for their children. It shows they can take care of another being (one that needs more maintenance than a pet) and because they’ve been trained and cost a pretty penny. They're the whole package as they entertain, protect, and utterly obey. They're raised to do this without question. Reader is given Donnie at a young age (5ish) and he's of a similar one. You are confused over the ‘toy’ concept and don't understand how he isn't a person regardless of how he looks. Donnie is cold, resolute, beaten down, and doesn't act in the slightest without being told. Reader vows pretty quickly to never ask everything of him. You grow up together and Reader resents the system and loves their doll, but you're torn. While you may be too young to understand the word ‘consent’ you understand the concept and that Donnie can’t give it...

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 1 year

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Pretty boy

February Filth Fest : Day Four

Park Seonghwa x fem reader

a/n: i feel the need to put a disclaimer? i don't think makeup or clothes or anything have a gender but for the sake of fan fiction: hwa puts on more traditional feminine stuff and gets all pretty 🤭

i have no idea why tumblr posted this earlier than i set it for but it's here now so enjoy 😭

"Tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, feminization, sub hwa, protected(!!!!) cockwarming & penetration, pet names (pretty, mars, sweetheart & babe, angel), praise

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Doing so good," you praise as you turn your torso and grab your favorite eyeshadow pallet from the vanity. "So patient for me."

"T-Thank you, Angel."

Seonghwa is gripping the arm rests of his chair like it owes him money. Looking up at you with wide, sparkling eyes and a smile on his painted lips. He's doing everything in his power to be good for you. Everything in his power not to buck up into the warmth of your cunt as it hugs him: unmoving.

You dip a small brush into a light color and tell him to close his eyes. He obeys. He always does. Although, he takes a moment to glance at your naked chest before doing so. "Thank youuu." You take a moment to admire him. His lips are a beautiful, deep pink color. He's wearing his favorite earring of yours. He's dressed in a dress you got just for him, hiked up just above his hips. It's plain, really. But he's so beautiful that he doesn't need anything extravagant.

You peck his eyelid gently before continuing to do his makeup. He jumps a little at the unexpected feeling, accidentally rocking inside of you. You brace yourself on his shoulder with a hiss, biting back a moan as he hits your g-spot. "Hey!"

"Sorry, Babe... you scared me." The both of you laugh a bit before you steady his head with a hand cupping his chin. You feel his cock twitching ever so slightly, even through the condom.

After painting his eyes, you purposely rock your hips back as you grab a liquid eyeliner. You smirk at him as he gives you a pair of puppy eyes. "Finishing touches, Pretty. Don't worry. We're almost done." You draw a little cat line out from his eyes and lean back to take in your work.

"How do I look?" His eyes search your face for any signs of approval, finding them all over as your eyes dilate wider than before and your lips turn up.

"So pretty," you rock your hips on his and he frantically grabs onto you. "My pretty boy."

"Please-" you wait for him as he gathers his words, "please, can I fuck you?" With the smallest nod of your head, he's lifting his hips and fucking into you like there's no tomorrow. "God!"

"Oh," you moan, cupping his face in your hands. He's so cute like this. All done up and needy for you. "Fuck me so good, Mars. So big."

The praise goes straight to his head, filling him with a euphoric buzz. All he can do is buck up into you and stare into your eyes and moan for you. "Te- shit- tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

You coo, kissing his neck and mumbling into it, "you are. The prettiest. My Pretty. My good, pretty, boy. My big, beautiful, Mars." The moan that comes from him is almost a yell, his grip tightening with a bruising force as he lifts you up and down on his cock. "Pretty boy fucks me so good."

"Babe, can you... wanna- good god! Please!"

"What do you want, Sweetheart? Take a breath and tell me..." You intertwine your fingers with his curled hair, making him lean his head back and stopping his ranting effectively.

"Please, Angel, kiss me."

You tug on his hair and ask him, "and ruin your makeup?"

"Yes! Don't care, I need you to kiss me! I need it-"

You cut him off with your lips on his and you roughly mesh together, both moaning as he grabs onto your ass. He slips his tongue into your mouth and lets you do as you please with it- taking it all.

When you pull away, his lipstick is now also yours, smeared messily on the both of your lips.

"So messy, Mars."

"Sorry." No he's not. He got what he wanted and he still has you bouncing on him, bringing him ever closer to his climax.

"It's okay, Sweetheart. Still so pretty."

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skzkkun · 2 years

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casual rendezvous

pairing: yeonjun x reader

synopsis: @planetdream knows the way to my heart!! no thoughts except hard dom yeonjun <3

warnings: pwp, hard dom!yeonjun (use of the petnames ‘sir’, ‘kitten’, and ‘baby’), gn!reader, edging / orgasm control, use of vibrator, oral (giving), spanking, fingering and praise. light aftercare, but not as much as i would like if this wasn’t fiction ( •̀ㅅ•́ )!!

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"I want you to take this off."

"Oh?" You batted your eyelashes at the man sat beside you, you gasp mockingly and smirk at his impatience, "On our first date?"

You met Yeonjun a couple years ago at a college house party; it was, in retrospect, the worst party of the year. It was held in the same basement the host ran his weekly D&D campaign, ripe with the overwhelming stench of cheap aftershave, and with nothing to drink except watered-down beer. Still, you were grateful your friend dragged you along. Since hooking up with Yeonjun at that party, you both agreed to a sort of ‘situationship’: when you were both in town, you would hook up.

Quickies, role-play, hour-long sessions. No matter how many times you both met up, neither of you really knew what to expect; maybe that was why the bag he brought to your apartment tonight excited you so much.

Despite how long you had both maintained this arrangement, you realised earlier this week that you had never been on a date before now. Supposedly, that was the reason you both decided to treat tonight― a seemingly casual rondevoux― as your first date.

"We can say our first date was the last time we fucked, if it makes you feel any better." He chuckles, pouring more red wine for you, and then himself.

"I would hardly call your dance studio a suitable date location, but okay this is our second date." You nodded, slowly, playing along― as you admired your lanky friend, and the way his frame was complemented by his black suit. "I suppose that's fine then." You move, teasingly, to discard your sundress, revealing your naked body.

After hearing the sharp inhalation of breath caught in his throat, you felt grateful that you had followed Yeonjun’s command to wear nothing underneath. Moving so close that you could feel the heat of his skin, and the throb of his cock beneath his clothes, Yeonjun stood from the sofa, and bent to trail his lips along the back of your neck.

"Hm, you spent all evening wearing just that dress and nothing else? What sort of punishment do you think you deserve for that?" He whispered in your ear, as he traced his hand across your hips, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"You told me not to wear any underwear." You protested, softly.

"I did," Yeonjun replied. "I wanted to see if you would obey me."

"And if I hadn't?"

"Then I would have punished you for your disobedience."

"So, I was going to be punished, regardless." You chuckled.

"Isn't that why we're here?" With his free hand, the other occupied with the caressing of your body, he lightly feathers his slender fingers around your throat. You think this must be how prey of the python feel as the poor thing becomes constricted.

"Yes, Sir," The words, which you had only ever read on a page or screen, came without hesitation and filled the space, charging the air with a new, visceral energy.

Yeonjun grabbed your wrist with an assertive firmness, and suddenly the anticipation broke like a dam inside you. Rendering you helpless, he sat down on the end of the bed and turned you over his knee with swift and sudden force. He planted his hand in the small of your back, pinning you in place, as he shifted to raise your ass so it was exposed across his lap. He raised his other hand and spanked you, pausing to admire the rosy fan imprinted across your skin.

Although the sting of his palm assured him that you must have been in pain, you didn't cry out. Rather, the slaps were punctuated with your muted gasps and moans.

As he finally paused to admire the way his scalding hand-prints had merged, you twitched involuntarily, thighs clenched, and he lifted one knee to splay your legs apart, delving his fingers into your drenched heat.

"Do you like that, baby?" He cooed.

"Oh God, yes," Your voice rose, only letting out a harsh whine when he withdrew his fingers to deliver another hard slap to your ass.

Yeonjun halted, "Yes, what?"

"Y- Yes, Sir." The two words rushed out in a long, whimpering gasp.

"Better," Yeonjun said― his smirk was audible, "But not good enough. I think you’re enjoying this punishment too much, kitten.”

You felt Yeonjun momentarily shuffle to reach over, turning back to you with a vibrator from his bag. After light preperation, he slowly guided the toy inside you and turned it on; immediately, you were overwhelmed with the conflictingly torturous pleasure of being edged by Yeonjun. The low setting amplified by your body's lust and hormones that took you to intoxicating heights of pleasure and desire in minutes, and your body wanted to cum. Your body needed to cum. Your body was absolutely screaming at you to give in to it and let it explode― but it wasn't your orgasm to have: It belonged to Yeonjun.

"Sir, I- I'm getting close," You panted, looking up at Yeonjun from where you knelt. You had both played this game so many times during your situationship, you should have known what to expect. Still, the hunger and desire written on Yeonjun's face hit you at once. Shivers rippled over your skin, colliding like a weather front with the hot pressure building in your sex: clenching and throbbing hard as the toy rushes you closer to your orgasm. "Sir! I'm-"

"Not yet," he warned you. Nodding and shaking with frustration, you obediently tried to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure.

Spanning your waist with his free hand, Yeonjun moved you forwards and back; all you could do was twist beneath his grip, trying to regain enough momentum to chase the orgasm you craved.

"I said, not yet," he growled and, while the sting of another spank made you judder with a lightning streak of smarting arousal, you stopped squirming immediately, allowing him to set the pace.

While he teasingly took the toy out of you, abandoning it back into his bag, beads of fluid dripped down your shaking thighs, and your body pulled at your will-power to resist giving out completely: Deep breaths. Force your muscles to relax. Uncurl your toes one at a time, keep your thighs from pressing together, and focus on anything but how fucking hard you just came.

"Good," Yeonjun purred, approvingly. "Now on your knees, and open your mouth, kitten."

You obediently crawled to your knees, as he spread his legs on your plush sofa. As you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue as Yeonjun slowly took off his belt, unzipped and pulled down his trousers and boxers, just enough to pull out his cock.

"Focus on keeping your mouth open so I can fuck your pretty little throat." He instructed, licking his lips as he started slowly stroking himself in front of your face.

Before you could do anything more than nod in compliance, Yeonjun slaps your soft cheek with his hard dick before guiding it into your drooling mouth. The second his throbbing cock touched your tongue, his plans to tease you flew out the window.

Forming a fist around the base, you lowered your mouth to the glistening head, cupping your lips and curling your tongue to rasp against the sensitive skin. You worked your way slowly down the column until the top half was enveloped, swallowing the tip deep into your throat, lifting then dipping your head again, loosening your hand each time to stretch your mouth and absorb his length. Yeonjun watched, almost hypnotised as beads of sweat illuminated his skin with a pearlescent sheen. Your jaw muscles rippled as you fought to maintain some control over yourself.

“Fuck…,” Yeonjun gasped, his hips bucking wildly. He rested his hands on the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. Yeonjun's writhing body seemed delighted by your eagerness, and you hummed softly, the vibrations doing fantastic things to Yeonjun's cock.

Yeonjun's orgasm snuck up on him. One moment, he was riding sexual waves of pleasure, and the next he was mid-orgasm, seemingly without any transition. He screamed, body tensing to a statue while your mouth went into overdrive and all the feelings you had built up over days and weeks finally came to a peak. The sense of power and feeling of control, the physical pleasure he felt and emotional excitement from hurting you, all the nervousness that had morphed into confidence and acceptance, it all seemed to come together inside him.

Slowly and languidly, Yeonjun crawled back down to join you, who looked like you couldn't be happier with how thoroughly fucked out you looked.

“Time to focus on you now, kitten." Yeonjun whispered deeply, practically a growl, "You deserve it so much, but you know I don't let you cum just because you deserve it. No, I'm going to make you cum right now because I want to watch you cum, and for no other reason. Got it?"

He propped himself up on one arm, looking forcefully into your wide eyes as you nodded.

"Did you want to stop, baby?" Yeonjun asked, to which you hastily shook your head.

“Words, kitten. Or have I fucked my baby dumb already?”

“Please don’t s- stop, Yeonjun. I need you, Sir-” You beg, bucking your hips desperately as if to prove your point. He halted your movements, and gathered your wetness onto himself, spreading it around his cock, as you spread your shaking legs wider.

"Good, because I wasn't kidding. I do want to watch your face while you cum." Yeonjun didn't rush you. Knowing how sensitive and wound up you were, he kept his stimulation steady, so you could enjoy the buildup as much as possible.

"Fuck, please― I-" You begged, although for what you were begging for was unknown.

He seized your hips, hard enough to leave subtle bruises that you would admire later, and eased his cock slowly inside you, controlling the rock of his pelvis and feeling your muscles ripple along his shaft in time with the spasms which charged your body, pushing you urgently against him.

"Yeonjun, please," You wailed and he tilted your hips, penetrating you deeper than you had thought possible, pounding back and forth in fierce, relentless strokes.

It was nice getting to watch the tapestry of pleasure build across your face and feel it in your body, taking it easy while the feelings you had put off thinking about caught up with you. Your legs suddenly snapped straight out to the sides. "I- I'm so close already, Sir- can I cum? Please can I cum?"

"Yes, baby― cum for me, be good for me. Cum as much as you want." He knew you would be instinctively trying to keep the orgasm at bay, your body not quite believing yet that it was allowed to tip over after the weeks of edging and denial, so Yeonjun kept up reassuring you: whispering the instruction to cum for him in your ear again and again, until a huge burst of wetness damped the sofa, and your body shook.

"Cum for me, now (Y/n)," he said and the word shattered the rigid set of your body into a frenzy of voluptuous tremors which spiralled into your core, clamping his cock in a tight hold as you rode the tsunami of your climax.

He gazed down at the soft skin of your arse, grinding against his pelvic bone with mindless, wanton friction, and the throbbing in his groin rose to new and uncontrollable heights. Wracked by blissful, orgasmic intensity, you collapsed onto the sofa and Yeonjun covered your body with his, pressing you down with his weight. Fucking you through his own orgasm. "That's it, so good for me… Fuck, you're so beautiful. H- Holy shit."

"You're so perfect, baby," Yeonjun said, feeling like the words weren't anywhere near enough to express what had just happened, and he had hoped nuzzling close into you would do something to communicate more. You hugged him back, as you slowly rocked each other back and forth.

Yeonjun's eyes felt heavy, wrapped up in their joint warmth and blissed out on lingering post orgasm pleasure. His body was light and his bed felt like a cloud you could both have drifted away on. While you basked in the feeling of release, body shaking as you pant, Yeonjun lifted you into his arms; your soft giggle tickled his ears. He pulled you to his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you so much,” Yeonjun whispered; ensuring first that you had slowly drifted off to sleep, his tenderness engulfing you completely.

#yeonjun smut #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun imagines #txt smut #txt x reader #txt x y/n #txt imagines #txt yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #kpop imagines

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devildom-moss · 6 months

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Current request list (updated)

in no particular order

amab!MC floating the idea of marriage once the realms are at peace (Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos)

MC with a stereotypical New York accent that only comes out around family headcanons (brothers + dateables)

The characters spending the holidays with the reader headcanons (brothers + "extras" - I'm pretty sure that means all the other characters including Mephi, Thirteen, and Raph, so all)

gn!MC who casually flirts back and then has the audacity to be surprised that they're being seduced (brothers)

MC getting a kiss on the cheek (all)

Monster!Simeon with gn!MC NSFW + some anger, jealousy, and devotion/worship sprinkled in

Religious guilt Raphael tapping out during his first time with MC because his body is, in fact, not ready

Hurt/comfort after a (dealer's choice) traumatic incident with MC - high angst (the others/dateables + side characters)

Simeon (and Barbatos) dad content

Simeon x Barbatos x MC angst - no comfort

Strong MC carrying them (and carrying them around like a princess) (the others/dateables + side characters)

They get jealous over gn!MC jokingly simping over Just Some Fucking (Fictional) Guy (brothers)

Reacting to a moss-eating MC (brothers) (is this at all related to my blog name?)

Simeon + Barbatos angst (No MC, I think?)

Reacting to MC eating sand headcanon (all?) (MC with PICA? Don't do this though - some mosses are edible, but sand is not and can be dangerous)

Reacting to s/o MC wanting to fan over/discuss their favorite novel with them (all)

Insecure first relationship with MC (all)

No nut November headcanons (demon brothers) (Complete)

MC with an eating disorder comfort - with extra Beel comfort (type of ED was unspecified so I will do my best there; also I'm really sorry you're struggling anon M. I love you. Try to take care, and please practice harm reduction where/when possible)

Lucifer getting jealous that gn!MC is spending more time with a plush of him - SFW specified

Simeon dad content with BoF!MC (obey me au/ 💜 anon's au)

Barbatos October poll post (monster kink) pt. 2 - aftercare version

Hard core sex with tons of aftercare (side characters - remember this means Thirteen, Raph, and Mephi on this blog) (this request required deciphering on my end, so lets hope that's correct)

gn!MC choosing not to become immortal while on the brink of death headcanons (the others)

MC introducing Diavolo to the game Katamari Damacy

The guys having gay panic / an awakening over m!MC

amab!MC having a movie date with soft dom!Thirteen that ends in sex (anon. I love you so much for this one.)

MC who scratches their skin and bites their nails to fidget (+ blood) reactions (Barbatos and Thirteen)

Reader refusing Lucifer's and Belphie's pact (extra angst flavoring)

Poly DiaLuci asking gn!MC out

MC returning the favor and giving roses back (the others) (I'm not sure if you meant "the others" grouping/everyone but the brothers or others in general, but because it'll probably take me a long time for this one, I'll start with the others grouping)

Finding out MC used to be aggressive in high school but has since mellowed out (the dateables)

MC who doesn't talk unless necessary headcanons (the brothers)

Luke telling MC he wants to marry them when he's older fluff (This should go without saying but 100% platonic with no room for romantic interpretations)

MC character study

I am going to try to pick one of the shorter ones and get started on it tonight (I always have so much trouble picking something to start). I already have ideas written down for the Simeon x Barbatos x MC angst, though.

And remember, if you don't see your request but you sent one in, you will have to resend it because this is everything so far. Additionally, if you notice something wrong in the interpretations of these asks, you're welcome to correct that. I'll edit/update this post periodically until requests close.

Requests close at the end of Sunday, November 5th PST. It may take a while to get through all of them since I will probably only post once or twice a week throughout November - it just depends on what I can get through.

#moss update #also not going to lie the old brain sadness has been hitting me so if you have angsty or hurt/comfort requests please send them in #it might be cathartic or something maybe? I don't know.#it might pass in a few days with luck though.#Oh mental health you sweet elusive trickster

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ad0rechuu · 1 year

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rank your mutuals from 'sweet, classy princess' to 'fucking unhinged (affectionate)' (U CAN IGNORE IF YOUD LIKE CAUSE I THINK YOU'VE ALREADY DONE THIS BEFORE (if you haven't i think im going crazy, i blame it at school)😭)

i haven’t but i think whoever send this should be at fucking unhinged because this is crazy hard !! but here we go:

SWEET CLASSY PRINCESS ⬋

@end0rchans. ━━ ur really funny but ur asks abt melody and luna always warm my heart so!! i can’t thank u enough like ever i’m gonna kiss u on the forehead one of these days cuz u deserve it SO much 😙

@girls4cheol. ━━ the ask when moonbin passed away is always on my mind and i use it as a motivator a lot so the sweetest!! i associate svts super with u btw <3

@rieuvie. ━━ such a cutie and soo talented! every time we interact i just think ur so cool and also i really enjoy seeing ur work on my tl even if not in the fandom ur writing abt

@sunoo-bby. ━━ that’s my lil sis right there!! i appreciate u so much and some of the asks that u send make me wanna scream in a pillow because they are so kind! i just wanna project and babie u ‼️

@coquetteky. ━━ THE barbatos simp, u always manage to brighten my day and in general you have this really bright and positive energy about u! u were my first friend on here and i’m so glad u reached out bubba🤞

@tocupid. ━━ i have to be honest ur entire in this spot because of ur comments on milky way pookie <3 i have never someone have such passion for a fan fiction 😭 ur one of the reasons why mw is so fun for me and i always look forward to mondays and thursdays MWAH!! (fwak yn x taegyu! may yn x luan rise!!)

@ari-shipping-stuff. ━━ it started because i needed a beta reader and now there i can’t imagine not talking to u for more than a day 🫶 ur so intelligent and i’m surprised ur not tired of me yet ily!! thanks for talking shit abt the obey me boys and always enabling me >_^ (i would call u to bail me out of jail)

@leo-seonghwa. ━━ leo ur so lovely, ur asks make my day time and time again but that’s exactly why ur this low the fucking memes never fail to make me laugh dawg 😭😭 (ur the best)

@sweatyjeans. ━━ (i think our pms speak for themselves but that’s our business 😽) ur such a warm and approachable person i think anyone would benefit from having a jeani in their life (not mine tho 👍)

@bluehwale-main. ━━ my wife!!! ur fics are so good that i am the personification of giggle swinging my legs whenever i read them :3 ur always there for me and i luv u sm but then again i can’t think of a conversation that would either get us banned from kpop in general or where we are not with our tongues down each other throat and i love that <3 (i wish we met irl)

FUCKING UNHINGED /pos ⬉

i hope i didn’t offend anyone lol but wherever ur placed on the list know that i love you and that ur insane for even wanting to be moots with me <3 have a nice day!

#ad0rechuu — games #anon <3 #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ lila #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ sunjai #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ kya #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ rielle #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ quette #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ luan #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ jeani #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ leo #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ anya #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ liz

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aizawasbestie · 10 months

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Introducing the characters:

Crimson eyes and those stupid little white lies.

This will end up being a Katsuki x reader fan-fiction.

Takes place between 2022/2023

1st year at UA = 16/17

2nd year at UA = 17/18

3rd year at UA = 18/19

4th year/work placements at hero agencies = 19/20

Main characters =

"I trusted you and you broke that, you broke us."

Katsuki Bakugo

Quirk: Explosion

This allows him to make explosions from his hands by detonating the nitroglycerin-like substance he sweats, stronger in summer, weaker in winter.

Age: 17

Date of birth: 20th April 2005

Relationship to Y/N: lover/former lover.

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"I treated you like a sister, and you treated me like I was nothing."

Hitoshi Shinso/Aizawa

Quirk: Brain washing

This allows him to put someone in a state where they are forced to obey whatever he commands. He can only activate this power when his target verbally responds to something he says.

Age: 16

Date of birth: July 1st 2005

Relationship to Y/N: former close friend/best friend.

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown/quirkless.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"I should have known, it just had to be you."

Izuku Midoriya

Quirk: one for all.

This is a transferable Quirk that can be passed on from one user to the next.

Relationship to Y/N: former close friend/enemy.

Age: 16

Date of birth: July 15th 2005

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: dead?

"It doesn't matter what you've done in the past, it matters what you choose to do now."

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Quirk: fierce wings

Each feather can detach and be used in various ways through telekinesis.

Relationship to Y/N: work study mentor/former friend of Toya Todoroki.

Age: 23

Date of birth: December 28th 1999

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown/quirkless

Dead/alive: alive.

"you are my family, not by blood, but by choice and I'll always be here, until the very end."

Dabi/Toya Todoroki

Quirk: blue flame

The ability to generate and control highly destructive blue flames throughout the body.

Relationship to Y/N: adoptive brother/guardian.

Age: 24

Date of birth: January 18th 1998

Position at the time of the prologue: Tokyo

Dead/alive: alive.

"Little one, I'll make you destroy the world."

All for one:

Quirk: combination of stolen quirks to create the ultimate power.

This allows him to steal other people's Quirks, leaving them Quirkless, and wield the Quirks as his own. He can also redistribute his stolen Quirks to other people.

Relationship to Y/N: ? (you'll just have to wait and see)

Age: 100+

Date of birth: N/A

Position at the time of the prologue: league of villain base.

Dead/alive: alive.

"We've never had a choice, we do as we are told, otherwise it's us that are killed in the end."

Tomura Shigaraki

Quirk: Decay

This allows its user to decay or destroy anything that they lay their hands on.

Relationship to Y/N: admires her/close friends? At the start...

Age: 18

Date of birth: April 4 2004

Position at the time of the prologue: league of villain base.

Dead/alive: alive.

"Friends right? Friends stay together, friends support one another."

Twice/Jin Bubaigawara

Quirk: Double

The user can create clones of people or objects through physical contact.

Relationship to Y/N: fellow member of the LOV/family?

Age: 31

Date of birth: May 10th 1992

Position at the time of the prologue: league of villain base.

Dead/alive: alive? For now...

"Promise me that you'll be safe? Come back to me, come back to us."

Mina Ashido

Quirk: Acid

This allows her to produce and modify the corrosive levels of the liquid she can naturally produce with her body.

Relationship to Y/N: best friend/former classmate.

Age: 16

Date or birth: July 30th 2005

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"It's funny, before you I never knew what love was."

Shoto Todoroki

Quirk: half hot, half cold.

This allows him to produce ice with his right side and fire with his left.

Relationship to Y/N: formerly liked her/turned enemy.

Age: 16

Date of birth: January 11th 2005

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"you are my kid, I'll do anything I can to protect you from this darkness."

Shouta Aizawa

Quirk: erasure

This is the ability to temporarily erase other people's powers simply by looking at them

Relationship to Y/N: teacher/fatherly figure later on?

Age: 32

Date of birth: November 8th 1991

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"you and I? We are two sides of the same coin."

Neito Monoma

Quirk: copy

This allows him to mimic another user's Quirk by making physical contact with them.

Relationship to Y/N: ? (You'll just have to wait and see)

Age: 16

Date of birth: May 13th 2005

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

Other characters that have a large role but will not be within the main characters:

"Always remember that I cared little listener."

Hizashi Yamada

Quirk: voice

This allows him to heighten the volume of his voice for offensive purposes

Age: 31

Date of birth: 7th July 1992

Married currently to Shouta Aizawa

Relationship to Y/N:

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"You'll never know what I sacrificed for you."

Denki Kaminari

Quirk: electricity

This allows him to generate electricity and cover his body in it. While he can also emit this energy over a distance, Denki has little to no control over it, meaning it will go everywhere indiscriminately at the beginning.

Age: 16

Date of birth: 29th June 2005

Relationship to Y/N: friends? More than friends? Enemies?

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: alive.

"When you've got to be the strongest, it doesn't matter in their eyes who gets hurt."

Eijiro Kirishima

Quirk: hardening

He can harden his body to harder than steel.

Age: 16

Date of birth: 16th October 2005

Relationship to Y/N: best friend/former training partner.

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"I always knew there was something off about you."

Hanta Sero

Quirk: tape

This allows him to shoot powerful lengths of tape from his elbows which are strong enough to support his own weight, or immobilize most opponents

Age: 16

Date of birth: 28th July 2005

Relationship to Y/N: enemy/ love, hate friendship.

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"I think I love you."

Ochaco Uraraka

Quirk: zero gravity

This allows her to remove the effects of gravity on an object or person by touching them with her fingers, effectively making the target weightless.

Age: 16

Date of birth: 27th December 2005

Relationship to Y/N: one-sided love/friends.

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"He's different now, and I think that's down to you."

Kyouka Jirou

Quirk: Earphone Jack

This allows her to plug into any object they can pierce and hear even the smallest vibrations passing through them.

Age: 16

Date of birth: 1st August 2005

Relationship to Y/N: strained relationship/friendship, former friends.

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

" You tricked me...."

Momo Yaoyorozu

Quirk: creation

This gives her the ability to create any non-living material/object from her exposed skin by transforming the molecular structure of her fat cells.

Age: 16

Date of birth: 23rd September 2005

Relationship to Y/N: friends/acquaintances/study partner

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"I'm sorry it had to end this way."

Mirio Togata

Quirk: Permeation

This allows him to become intangible, letting him pass through any tangible matter; he can phase through walls and/or the ground, as well as let enemy attacks pass through him harmlessly.

Age: 18

Date of birth: 15th July 2004

Relationship to Y/N: friend/former upperclassmen

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown/quirkless?

"It's not always about the lies, if the truth is buried underneath."

Tamaki Amajiki

Quirk: manifest

This grants him the ability to manifest the physical characteristics of anything he's eaten; for example, if he eats takoyaki, he can transform his fingers into octopus tentacles.

Age: 18

Date of birth: 4th March 2004

Relationship to Y/N: friends/upperclassmen

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"He's alive and you knew?"

Enji Todoroki

Quirk: hellflame

This allows him to manipulate and control fire at his will. He is able to use his flame abilities in a variety of different ways, such as creating fire spears and fire balls and melting walls with his feet, which allows him to run on walls.

Age: 48

Date of birth: 8th August 1974

Relationship to Y/N: work study mentor/trainer.

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: alive.

"Just a little bit of blood, make all the difference."

Himiko Toga

Quirk: Transform

She can shapeshift into somebody after consuming their blood. How long the transformation lasts depends on the amount of blood she drinks. A single cup will make her look and sound exactly like the person she is impersonating.

Age: 17

Date of birth: August 7th 2004

Relationship to Y/N: former best friend?

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: alive.

"You're just a child, you shouldn't have to bare this burden."

Shuichi Iguchi/spinner

Quirk: Gecko

This gives him attributes similar to that of a gecko, in which he is capable of sticking and climbing onto walls.

2nd Quirk from all for one: Body bulk

This helps him transform himself into gigantic proportions, greatly increasing his muscle mass.

Age: 21

Date of birth: 8th August 2002

Relationship to Y/N: training partner/acquaintance of stain/friend.

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

"well well well, you are just full of surprises my dear."

Atsuhiro Sako/Mr Compress

Quirk: an emitter-type

This gives him the ability to compress anything within a certain distance into a small marble-like object by touching it.

Age: 31

Date of birth: 8th October 1992

Relationship to Y/N: colleagues/training partner.

Position at the time of the prologue: league of villain base.

Dead/alive: alive.

"you are nothing but a pawn in my game."

Chisaki Kai/overhaul

Quirk: Overhaul

This grants him the ability to disassemble anything he touches, as well as reassemble it in any configuration he desires, effectively giving him full control over matter. He can disassemble people to kill them or reassemble them to heal their wounds.

Age: 20

Date of birth: 28th may 2002

Relationship to Y/N: enemy

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: dead.

"you could be worthy, if you didn't hide who you actually are."

Chizome Akaguro/Stain

Quirk: Blood curdle

This allows him to paralyze and immobilize his opponent by ingesting samples of their blood.

Age: 32

Date of birth: 14th June 1991

Relationship to Y/N: ? (you'll just have to wait and find out)

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: alive.

"You'll die doing this, just like the rest of us."

All might/Toshinori Yagi

Quirk: former wielder of one for all/quirkless

Age: 58-65

Date of birth: N/A

Relationship to Y/N: teacher/enemy in the war arc.

Position at the time of the prologue: unknown.

Dead/alive: unknown.

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Characters in the story not playing a major role:

• Kurogiri

(He will have a bigger role later on in the story)

• Eri

(She is not experimented on by Chisaki Kai/overhaul but is adopted by Shouta Aizawa when her parents die)

• Other characters that I have not mentioned WILL show up such as MIDNIGHT, it's just a matter of when and who I like to surprise you all with in the chapter ;)

———————————————————————

Hi, just a heads up! One of these individuals could be a traitor along with Y/N, however this will not be revealed until later on in the story.

I’m really excited to share this, it’s been a long time since I’ve actually published anything!

#kirishima eijirou x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #dabi #hawks #shouta aizawa #shigaraki tomura #all for one #one for all #all might #shoto todoroki #sero x y/n #denki kaminari #ochaco uraraka #mina ashido #monoma x y/n #hitoshi shinso x reader

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theycallmebecca · 2 years

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18+ Drabble: A Roll in the Hay

I'm back with another Kinktober drabble for y'all today. This one is also for @the-horniest-book-club and is for the "dom/sub" bingo card square. Big thanks to @nomadicpixel for helping me come up with the inspiration for this one.

Secondly, I'm trying out the new "Community Labels" thing and flagging this as being mature and having sexual themes. I don't know what that will end up doing to this post, but we'll see what happens! If it works (and doesn't get me put into tumblr jail), I'll go back and flag my other posts as I can.

Y'all know I love me some cowboy!Ari.. and that's exactly what this is!

Title: A Roll in the Hay

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: graphic sex, oral sex (female receiving), light dom/sub themes

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context.

You’re working on the ranch’s books when the walkie-talkie next to you crackles.

“Hey babe, can you come to the barn, over,” Ari’s voice breaks through the static.

“On my way, over,” you reply.

After locking your computer, you swap your house slippers for your boots and make your way to the barn.

Given that it’s the middle of the day, you’re surprised to find the barn empty.

“Ari?” you call out.

“Up here,” he says. Turning, you see his head peering over the edge of the loft entrance a few feet away. "Come up."

Curious as to what's going on, you climb the ladder. “What’s going on?” you ask as he offers you a hand when you reach the top.

“I need a hand with something,” he replies, nonchalantly.

You watch as his hands move down to the large belt buckle he won riding bulls. Your eyes widen as he undoes the buckle followed by his pants.

His eyes meet yours and you gulp. You should say no, not right now. But you can’t and he knows it.

Ari pauses and takes your hand, leading you into the center of the loft, away from the ladder.

“Where are the others?” you ask him.

“Here and there,” he replies with a shrug. “But no one is working in the barn this afternoon. I promise.”

You bite your lower lip and listen for a moment, you can’t hear anyone nearby, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there.

Ari strokes your face, bringing your attention back to him. “Would it help if I gave you orders?”

Your heart skips a beat before you nod your head. Around the ranch, you and Ari work as partners, but that doesn't mean you don't like it when he takes control. Especially in the bedroom.

“Alright then,” he says with a grin. “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head again as the power in his words starts to take effect.

“I want to watch you take off your clothes,” he says next. Then he crosses his arms, causing the fabric of his shirt to tighten over his muscles.

You push away all your worries and start to undress, tossing your clothes aside under his gaze.

“Good girl,” he praises once you’re standing naked before him. “Come here.”

You obey, closing the distance between the two of you as he produces a blanket from where it was hidden out of view. He lays it on top of a “bed” of hay then gestures for you to sit down on it.

Thankful for something to protect your skin from the rough material, you obey his order and wait for furthering instructions.

Ari watches you as he undresses himself; his eyes only losing contact with yours for as long as it takes to remove the tight shirt he is wearing.

You feel desire pooling between your thighs as you drink in his god-like body. You’ve explored every inch of him a hundred plus times, but you know you’ll never get enough of him.

“Lay back and touch yourself,” he says, once he is completely naked. “I want to watch.”

You hesitate for a heartbeat, but then you scoot back on the blanket and lay back. Not ready to dive right in, you caress your breasts, tugging at each nipple before you slide your hands down your body to the apex of your thighs.

“Spread your legs, I want to see how wet you are,” Ari says, his voice deeper and his tone softer than before. Whether from arousal or out of consideration for the fact that anyone might be listening.

Doing as he asks, you part your legs and run your hands over your sex, opening yourself up to him as your desire coats your fingers.

“Good girl,” he praises as he comes in for a closer look. He breathes in and sighs. “You smell delicious.” One of his large hands caresses your inner thigh, making you pause in your actions. “No, keep going.”

Picking up where you left off, you run your fingers through your folds and then move them up to touch your clit. The sensation feels so good you have to bite down on your lip to stop from moaning out loud.

Ari rewards you for remembering to stay quiet by nudging your hand out of the way. His large hand covers your sex and he teases you by pressing one long digit against the opening of your sex.

His eyes flicker to your face and you glare down at him, making him smirk.

“All in good time, my love,” he replies as he pulls his finger back and traces your sex with his fingers. His large thumb circles your clit, and when you suck in a breath, he slides a finger inside of you.

A fan of going down on you, it isn’t long before his mouth is involved, too. His tongue savors the taste of your desire and, occasionally, drives you mad by circling your clit.

Then it’s all too much for you and you have to fight against your natural inclination to cry out loudly as you cum. With a forearm pressed against your open mouth, your body tenses as wave after wave of climax roles through your body.

Before you can fully come down from your high, Ari lifts you and positions you on your stomach at the edge of the makeshift bed. Then he slides his hard cock inside of you from behind.

A moan slips from your lips in the middle of it all and his hand comes down on your ass, not hard enough to hurt you, but just enough to send an extra spark of pleasure to your overwhelmed system.

He isn’t gentle as he slides in and out of you and, if you could think straight, you’d be worried about someone coming into the barn and hearing the obvious sounds of skin on skin coming from the loft.

You support yourself on your forearms as his fingers dig into your hips as he fucks you with wild abandon.

Everything combined with the thrill that the two of you could be caught at any minute soon has you coming again. Your orgasm triggers Ari’s and he shudders behind you, filling your sex with his cum.

Even though he is exhausted, he manages to get both of you on the blanket and laying side by side as you come down from your climax.

You roll into his embrace and close your eyes, wanting the moment to last as long as possible.

“Boss? You up there?” a voice calls from the bottom of the ladder, a few minutes later.

Ari groans, but sits up, dislodging you in the process. “I’ll be down in a minute,” he calls back. “Wait for me down there.”

Raising yourself on to your elbow, you watch as Ari gets gets up. He sorts through the scattered clothing, making a pile of your clothes on the "bed" before he gets dressed.

“Give me a few minutes,” he says, leaning down to give you a kiss. “I’ll clear them from the barn so there won’t be any gawking.”

You nod your head and watch as he climbs down the ladder. You hear him talking to the employee and don’t move until their voices fade away.

Dressing quickly, you fold the blanket up and set it aside, making a mental note to remind Ari to bring it to the house later to be washed. You glance over the edge of the loft opening to make sure the coast is clear and then you make your way down the ladder.

Not wanting to be caught in the barn, you quickly exit, only to find the ranch foreman and Ari standing at the fence to the right of the barn.

Hearing your feet on the gravel, they both look up. The foreman nods his head towards you and you don’t miss the twinkle in his eye that tells you he knows exactly what you and Ari were up to in the hay loft.

Behind him, Ari gives an apologetic shrug.

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