#predatorily

[bjlsc1o5c]

Chinese teen has multiple orgasms and a creampie Busty Ts Casey Kisses gets facialed after hard anal banging Massage Rooms Big booty tattooed Uzbek babe Akasha Coliun covered in oil Nacho Vidal fucks Jayden Lee Hot Milfs Fuck - Mighty Magic Wand Play For Porn First-Timer Jessie James! Casero No Aguanta Sentones AFRO GILF STILL GOT IT Teen Titans Go: Jinx Anal Fucking Sex Loop Big breasts asian tranny gets ass railed Very cute two gays playing with cocks asses and a fleshlight

#uncannily #Rayford #hypercritically #nonjudicially #uneastern #soapghost #dessert #intermissions #predatorily #ypsiliform #Griggsville #nondispersal #distal #teasableness #protectionize #herniations #kodakked #helmsman #feoffers #prankiest

[1000punks]

i hope women don't think i'm a man when they see me out and about

nuance in the tags

#.txt #obligatory there isn't something inherently wrong with being a trans man/transmasc obviously- i just want women to know i'm Gay For Them #i see a lot of queer women stopping in at work and all of the butch “what if they think i'm a cis dude” and #“i certainly hope the deep voice doesn't make them think i'm flirting (predatorily)” feelings come up #gender shit #raaaaaaaahhfhjf #as i get older i ID more and more with butch and less and less with transmasc but like i was on hrt for seven years of my life #i don't regret it but god forbid someone clocks me in as a Man™️ #oh and obligatory if you think butches can't be bi i can tell you where to stuff it

[tin-tweezers]

thrilled that canon continues to uphold the “ludinus is rapey but in a sexy way” agenda

#it’s the way he effortlessly corrupts the brilliant and righteous #it’s hmm the impossibly older authority figure predatorily offering you exactly what you want #it’s the way he casts feeble mind without a thought #like everyone else is an object #I look forward to every member of Vox Machina personally strangling him #critical role #ludinus da'leth #critical role spoilers

[spacecadet-sims]

Vladislaus Straud

#sims 4 townies #vladislaus straud #sims 4 townie makeover #sims 4 townie edit #yes i made him hot and what of it #i think he'd be able to be more predatorily charming to get those sweet vampire perks if he was better looking

[orionali]

i will buy all of the sims packs if it means i get to play in the vampire doctor hospital

shush don't do that

do you think I bought ALL that? that'd be more than 1000 EUR at full price. do I look like a crazy person?

EA will not get a cent out of me

#pirate them #I've been running all pirated DLC for more than a year #and no problem-o #spend your hard earned cash on games that aren't priced so predatorily #fuck EA

[pokeattorney]

What's the problem with Amame and Gen? Gen is a sweetheart.

gen is! he's awesome and I love him a lot :) but gen x amame irks me on the fact that their relationship seemed very familial up until the end?... like it was very father/daughter. it was tacked on by aiba and mizuki as well, and he said that he "treated her like a daughter". it's a weird narrative...

and on top of that, his age is up in the air, but I'd imagine he's much, much older than amame... to have been familiar with takero, own his own restaurant, and even be good friends with date. while his age may be "unknown" it's too veiled in mystery for me to really enjoy seeing them romantically

that's just me though, hope this clears that up

#aini spoilers #ask #Nirvana initiative spoilers #ai the somnium files nirvana initiative #ai the somnium files nirvana initiative spoilers #spoilers #theyd be soooo nice #if he wasnt implied to be so old...and have that family stuff #theres a lot of themes with loving others and accepting others despite flaws #but both this and kizuna x lien are written so .... predatorily #lien comes off as a crewp #gen sees aname as a daughter bjt also wishes he could be w her romanticallt? #irs too much #both of these pairings are perfectly fine on paper #but they were executed poorly imo #long ass tags sorry

[calcifiedunderland]

Shrimply Yours~

In which you invoke your shrimp privileges to cheer Floyd up.

Floyd x GN Reader! Enjoy, shrimpies!!~

—————

“Y’know Floyd, I’d say you’re the shrimp, not me.”

Maybe you really did have a death-by-squeezing wish. Or maybe your plot-armor protection had finally worn off. The eel in question lifted his head slowly at your words and side-eyed you, his golden eye glinting ominously in the Mostro Lounge kitchen’s light.

You’d been washing the dishes after asking Azul for a job in exchange for a little extra madol on the side. For the most part, your day had been as peaceful as it could’ve (the life of a magicless prefect was always maniacal), until you heard arguing from outside the kitchen. You all but jumped when Floyd slammed the door open and wordlessly stalked to the stove, and you spotted Azul walking off shaking his head to himself. Floyd shoved pan on the heat and began frying something, completely ignoring your presence. Was it even possible to fry chicken so aggressively?

In any case, Floyd seemed a little more volatile than usual at the moment, even considering it was him. The other students who’d been in the kitchen with you before had scuttled out before Floyd could snap at them too. But in any case, you knew that Floyd’s mood flipped faster than Crowley leaving all his work to you. So, you thought you’d try to lighten the mood.

At your words, Floyd slowly brought his head up from his deep-frying, golden-and-olive colored eyes zeroing in on you, baring his sharp, shiny teeth at you in a scowl. And in that split second, you suddenly remembered that Floyd was, in fact, a mer-eel. Moray, specifically. A predator. A predator that probably ate shrimpies like you. Who was now looking at you predatorily.

“What did ya just say, shrimpy?” His pupils were practically pin-pricks, and for a moment you swore you could hear the Jaws theme song in your head. You could remember, time and time again, your friends and upperclassmen telling you not to engage Floyd when he was in one of his moods. Even up until now, you’d never been on the awful end of his anger, especially alone. But you weren’t called beast-tamer for nothing, damn it, and maybe that title could extend to taming angry Floyd’s too. An angry Floyd that was still your friend.

“I said, you’re the shrimp, not me.” You maintained eye-contact with him, almost challenging him, ‘come at me, bro.’ You tried to keep a straight face, although you were deflating rapidly by the second because by Sevens this was so stupid but-

“Because you’re shrimply amazing.”

One second passed. Two. Three.

Then Floyd broke into a wide, sharp-toothed grin. He surged towards you, completely forgetting the frying food. “D’awww, SHRIMPY!!!”

He swooped behind you, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up. Your legs flailed around and now your arms were locked in as Floyd spun around the kitchen haphazardly with you in his arms. “Shrimpy knows just how to cheer me up! I knew this is why I kept you around!” He laughed cheerily, bobbing you up and down.

“FLOYD!” You cried, “PUT ME DOWN-“ the kitchen swirled crazily around you, as Floyd babbled some song or other cheerfully. Thankfully he’d stopped spinning, but began shaking you side to side while humming, “Shrimpy’s so brave n’ nice, all the other guppies left when they saw me but only Shrimpy stayed!”

He started pouting, and squished his cheek into yours. “Azul was bein’ mean to me, making me work now. Just ‘cause I roughed up a few customers doesn’t mean it was my fault! They shoulda been nice to me~”

Even though you were basically suspended in the air by him, you smiled at Floyd’s words. “Glad I could help Floyd, that was so mean of Azul,” you consoled him, hoping he’d put you down. He bent over until your feet were safely on the sweet, sweet ground, but didn’t let you go from his arms. The two of you swayed together, basking in each other’s company in the subpar lighting of the kitchen, until you frowned.

“…Hey, is something burning?”

“Ah shit, I burned the chicken.”

———

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst yuu #floyd leech #twst floyd #twst floyd leech #twst floyd x reader #floyd leech x yuu #floyd leech x reader #octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #mostro lounge #calcified writing

[hellishjoel]

chokehold

1.6k / pairing: tattoo artist daddy dom!joel miller x sub f!reader

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chapter summary: Joel teaches you how to face fuck. 

chapter warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, unspecified age gap, established relationship, reader is described to have hair and is able-bodied (but otherwise, unspecified), swearing, dirty talk, smut, lots of pet names (sweetheart, angel, little bunny, etc.), dacryphilia (kink = getting aroused by tears), dom/sub dynamics, innocence kink, praise kink, degradation kink, daddy kink, face fucking/oral (m!receiving), size kink

A/N:  very lightly edited, but I wanted to give a little love to joel and little bunny since the third chapter is taking me some extra time! divider is by @firefly-graphics! and always a thank you to @thetriumphantpanda for reading this over and endless encouragement <3

Joel’s eyes roll to the back of his head, slow and steady, because that’s just the pace you’re taking him. 

Facefucking is still experimental to you. He’s your first partner, and you’re nervous to impress. 

What you don’t know is that Joel would never judge your inexperience. All sexual pleasures involve trust, praise, and a little direction.

Joel stokes your hair affectionately, growing more possessive as he gently guides your mouth up and down his thick length. 

You can feel the power shift as your knees dig into the floor, eyes hesitantly meeting his while you try to take more of his shaft. You want more, you’re willing to push your limits. 

Joel seems to sense your loss of inhibitions, your twinkling eyes meeting his whiskey ones. 

“Want me to use that pretty little mouth of yours?” Joel’s words vibrate through the room. He pulls his cock from your lips, smearing his tip from one corner of your mouth to the other as you catch a breath. His warm pre-cum slips onto your tongue, and all you crave is more. 

Watching you desperately try to get him past your parted lips again is enough to force out a dark, low chuckle. 

“Wanna hear y’say it, baby.” 

Your impatient whine and eager hands on the back of his thighs make you beg, “Please, Joel,” in that wrecked voice that he loves so much. 

Joel presses his hips forward once more, watching his tip slip past your puckered lips and back into the hot heat of your mouth. “Yeah, right where I belong, huh, baby? Right where that cock belongs.” Joel’s hand comes to cradle your face, tracing the bulge of his length against your cheek with a sinister smirk. 

The further he pushes on, your tells start to show. He admires the way your eyelashes flutter, gagging and coughing around him but insistent not to let yourself off. A stray tear slips down your cheek. He collects it with his thumb and brings it past his lips, tasting what you give him. 

“Even your tears taste pretty, sweetheart,” he mutters predatorily, watching as your eyes blow wide, shyly moaning against his length. 

“When it gets to be too much, try to stay on. Swallow around me,” Joel gently nods his head. “Go on.” 

You obey, swallowing around the thick trunk of his cock, throat feeling a little looser now. You’re oh so willing to take on the discomfort just to please him. Anything for Joel, because he’d do anything for you. 

As his hips pick up a lazy pace, Joel encourages you to drop your hands from the safety blanket of his thighs. Like the good girl you are, you ease them to the base of your spine and lay one wrist over the other. He’s tied you up in that position more times than he can count, allowing Joel to take control and use you as he pleases. Such a good fucking girl. 

Tears pool along the top of your cheeks, the sight of glassy eyes igniting a fire deep in his belly. The overflow of saliva trickles out along the corners of your mouth, pooling down to his length and soaking the coarse hair on his balls. 

Joel watches as you shift anxiously on your knees, eyes pleading because somehow you want more. 

“Oh, honey,” he drapes in a degrading tone, stroking your hair away from your wet face and letting you catch a breath as his hips halt. “Need more, don’t’cha, doll?” He drawls, cooing softly as you lay your head against his thigh. Your orbs lazily look to him and nod weakly, still measly sucking on his tip. 

You bravely flick your tongue along his tip’s sensitive slit, toying at the idea of getting a rise out of Joel. 

A hiss is released past his clenched teeth, his whiskey eyes turning wild. And then you do it again. 

Joel’s hips jerk like that of a bucking bull. His hand in your hair turns to a fist, causing you to clench your eyes closed at the scorching prickle along your scalp. Joel scoffs as you fucking moan against him. 

His grin turns wicked, twisted at the thought of you enjoying some rough love. 

“Fuckin’ naughty, aren’t ya, little bunny? Yeah, bein’ a damn brat,” he chastises, watching as you frown around his tip and sucking it insistently. “Think m’gonna have t’finish deep down that pretty throat of yours, make ya choke on it,” he remarks as he repositions your head with a newfound need to punish.

Joel gathers your hair into two sets of pigtails, fisting them between his large palms. He watches you struggle to stay upright and drags you into position. “Keep that cock in your mouth, don’t let it go, sweetheart,” he gripes as you struggle to maintain him. It almost feels like a twisted game the way he nearly slips loose from your heat. 

Your mouth was full, jaw aching for a break that was nowhere in sight. Your fingers intertwine to keep them locked at the very base of your spine, whining nonsense against his cock. Soaking wet and dripping onto the hardwood, your pussy clenches around the ghost of what is currently occupying your mouth. 

You wanted to touch yourself so fucking bad. The self-discipline it took to keep your hands together makes your stomach churn. Your pearl twitches with enthusiasm, drenched in your own arousal. 

The muscles in your thighs are tight, your chest heaving and causing your bare breasts to rise and fall at a quickened rate. The overflowing spit that drips down from his balls lands on your chest. Joel can’t seem to stop staring at the gleam. 

Your nose brushes against his thick pubic hair as he buries your face against the base of his stomach, and you sputter up a cough. Lungs squeezing, throat tightening, you will yourself to swallow around him and stay right where you are. I’m yours, Joel. Please, take me, use me. 

“Fuck,’ he growls upon yanking you off his cock, smirking widely as you gasp for lost breaths. “Love that goddamn throat,” Joel mutters before reaching past you and pulling your hands to the front of his thighs, which quickly form a home for you. It’s grounding, to feel him, to feel his blood pumping through his body, and etch mine on the inside of his upper thigh mindlessly. 

“Got me so close, honey,” he starts, and you’re already eagerly nodding. Joel brings his thumb to your throat and slowly circles one spot against the column of your flesh. “Wanna feel myself right here, think you can do that, sweetheart?” 

Your eyes soften at the depth he wishes to go, but you’d do anything for him. You nod shyly and drop your jaw, flattening your tongue just for him. Always for him. 

Joel’s pace is gentle at first, working up a rhythm that has your throat molding perfectly around him. You gag each time he thrusts all the way, knowing when to swallow and when to breathe, Joel has taught you this new erotic art. 

The saliva dripping down to the base of his cock greets your chin repeatedly. You hollow your cheeks around him, and he moans naughty filth. 

“Such a pretty slut for this cock, make me feel so fuckin’ good- god damn,” Joel pauses with his length fully down your tight throat, grinding himself against your mouth as you clench your eyes close and gag. Joel places his thumb on that sacred spot against your neck, and he can feel his tip bulging against the column of your throat. You’re so fucking full of him, and it’s enough to make him spill. 

The hold he has on your hair tightens, scalp prickling as you cry out along his length. Salt bitters your tongue, weakly swallowing back load after load of his warm, thick finish. You swallow around his length and moan lowly, all muffled and messy for him as he crashes harshly through his own concocted orgasm. 

Your nails etch half-moon shapes into the back of his thighs, keeping him there, pushing for him to cross the finish line. And it was all for you. 

Tears of happiness stream down your face as you let him finish painting your throat, releasing with a dramatic pop as you do your best to swallow every last dribble. You’re careful as you give his sensitive tip a few sweet kitten licks. His hands are at the ready in your hair as he hisses harshly, ready to control you if it’s too much overstimulation for your poor old Daddy. 

Sponging kisses down his softening length, you lay your head against his thigh, and he cards his fingers through your hair. A soothing hum leaves your throat, fluttering your eyes closed as his thumb comes along to brush away the stray tears. 

It’s easier to ignore the throbbing between your legs now that Joel has found peace. Your heart pounds in your ears, and you listen only slightly as he begins to coo gentle affirmations for you.

Joel holds your hands and helps you stand, your arms already tiredly linking around his neck as you lay your head on his shoulder. 

“Such a sweet girl,” he whispers, “always make Daddy so happy, you know that?” Your head bobbles loosely. His sweet remarks make your muscles even more pliant in his arms as he easily sweeps you off your feet and moves you to lie across the bed. 

Joel takes all of you in. Sweat glistening along your temple, parted lips lacquered in spit, the extra effort it takes you to swallow, how perky your nipples are, and the slick that’s all but made a mess down your thighs. 

“Shit, she’s so pretty f’me,” Joel whispers as you grin weakly.

“My turn now?” Your wrecked voice squeaks, to which Joel slowly nods, helping you pitch your legs up on the edge of the bed.  

“Your turn now, little bunny.”

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #The Last Of Us #tlou #the last of us fic #joel miller tlou #pedro pascal #joel miller pedro pascal #daddy dd/sub #dd/sub kink #dd!joel miller #dom/sub

[nmakii]

hello! it is me again

What do you think if Alastor had a breeding fetish? (Idk if that's how it's written, English is not my native language 😿) oops! It would be nice if you brought some of that to the second part of "no one's better than I am" __if you wanted to ;)

| thanks for your time|

TYING YOU TO ME… ᡣ𐭩

— having you return to alastor, he was more than ecstatic. but, he has to make sure you don’t run off again.

— includes semi-nsfw n pregnancy… i dont condone alastors actions!!

alastor does not want kids. he isn’t against them, but he is rather busy. if he were to be asked, he wouldn’t be the best father either. he doesn’t have much of an idea of how to discipline children, nor does he enjoy playing.

oh, but with his pretty wife home, alastor has to make sure she stays, shouldn’t he? we wouldn’t want another man sweeping you off your feet. neither would he want you running off to the newspapers knowing his little secret— alastor would rather raze the town than hurt his little doe more than necessary.

oh, and, not to mention how gorgeous you’d look; a motherly glow radiating from your skin as you grow a child inside you— a child that was the mixed blood of you and alastor. how you would look so pretty rocking your child to sleep, alastor standing behind you, holding your waist and keeping steady.

alastor gazed at you in awe as you wiped the kitchen counter clean. he took your face in the palm of his hands, kissing you deeply and lovingly, as if your little rebellious incident had never happened.

“alastor? what’s wrong..?” you looked to him confused. “nothing’s amiss at all, dear. just admiring the sights.” he hummed, holding you by the waist as he pushes you onto the now-clean kitchen counters.

as his hands trail further, undoing the knot of your apron— he placed kisses down your neck. “i love you so very much, darling.” he sighed. “say you’re mine, won’t you? say that you belong to me as i do to you.” he pleaded.

your breath hitched as you hesitated. “i… i’m yours, alastor.” you let out, heart stopping a beat as shivers were sent down your spine. did you truly fall in love with him? alastor groaned, smiling widely at your saccharinely sweet words. “ahaha! oh, my dear…” he laughed ecstatically, almost predatorily.

“may i?” he asked, holding the zipper of your dress between his fingers. as you nodded timidly, he noticed your chaste behavior. “what’s wrong, dear? nervous?” he mused. “no… it’s just… i didn’t expect you of all people to… have sexual relations.” you said, slowly as you pick the right words.

“hmph, i’m not particularly fond of them.” was all that alastor said. and though, for the most part, it was true; engaging such physical acts is… repulsive to say the very least. whatever was necessary to keep you in this house. even if he had to make you bear his child in order to do so.

because… this is love, isn’t it? alastor loves you so very much, he’s willing to give you his everything. even the things he wouldn’t want to give.

he pulled you off of the counter, bringing you to the bedroom and he lays you down. taking out a condom. after all, you still have to stay safe.

fuck, how did this happen? you sat, shaken in your doctor’s office as she removed the gloves from her hands. so, it was true? you were… pregnant?

the very thought made you sick to your stomach. that last encounter 3 weeks ago… there was protection. alastor is always very attentive to important matters such as this, there’s no way that your contraceptive wouldn’t have worked unless… it was tampered with.

the thought of him doing such a thing behind your back brought you anger. simmering inside you as you waited for him to return home. “oh darling, i’m home! don’t you look absolutely magnificent?” he grinned.

“break it up, alastor!” you frowned. “oh? what ever have i done?” he asked, big eyes as looked so innocent— he wasn’t even hiding his guilt! “you… messed with the contraceptive, didn’t you?” you said, standing from your seat at the table.

“hmm… so you are with child after all?” he grinned ear to ear. “so, what if i did?” he shrugged. "it’s not as if you have another means to live, i’m the only one who will take care of you.”

“so you did..!” your face scrunched in anger, ready to rip this man to shreds. “ahaha… calm down, dear. all this stress isn’t well for our child.” he rested his hands on your shoulder and stomach, gentle, almost soothing— almost able to make you forget the ordeal he put you in.

“don’t you want this child to grow up with a father? i’ll take care of everything you could ever want for, my cute little doe. just stay here in this house, and we’ll be a happy family.” he said, sweet nothings falling out of his mouth. how foolish honestly.

did you truly think you could nurture that monster into a man?

#BURNT OUT BY LEANNA FIRESTONE MENTION #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hasbin alastor #alastor hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel smut #alastor hc #alastor headcanons #human alastor #alastor the radio demon #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel

[2kiran]

Hiii! I dont know if your taking any request but feel free to ignore this. M!reader who is taller than ghost and wants to breed him all the time

a m a n o f a c t i o n s

simon riley who revels in the size difference.

he was tall. simon riley towers over most people, being the man that he is.

but then there’s you. the very person simon riley would get down on his knees for.

he’d never admit how much he enjoys looking up at you.

it’s not like simon riley would verbally tell you that.

simon riley is a man of actions. he’d rather display his affection for you without words.

that trait of his isn’t hard to notice, especially in bed.

it’d start with a simple pat on your shoulder. not too clingy, not too ignorant. then, there’ll be lingering touches. be it his hand on the small of your back, your waist, and if no one’s around, your thigh.

sure, it may seem simple. but it’s his eyes. simon riley begs for your attention with his pretty eyes.

staring at you in mesmerization almost predatorily when he thinks you don’t notice his heavy gaze on you.

simon riley’s gloved hand is on your shoulder as you explain your ideas to him. a deep hum of his occasionally slipping out. grip maybe a little tight as he tilts his head upwards, brain attempting not to think unholy thoughts.

and oh, the moment he finds out about your breeding kink, his system shuts.

simon riley is a man of actions. you want something from him? just tell him. he won’t hesitate to give you what you desire.

that includes allowing you to have your way with him. give simon riley the word, and he’s already bending over and hole ready to take in your cock.

he loves the way you manhandle him. he’s a goner when you adjust his position to your liking. even his stance, despite him not needing it. you only needed a discreet excuse to touch him.

he’s weak in the knees. the simon “ghost” riley is weak in the knees for you. quite literally, while he holds himself as you pound him to next week. shaky voice begging you to —

╰ “mm..ng, wait!” he squeaks out, whiny moans interrupting his words. he’s so tired already. you already fucked him this morning, the cum you left in his hole dripping down to your still hard cock. simon riley is tired, but he’s still crying for more and more.

simon riley isn’t the type of man to have a thing for breeding or size difference. but fuck, you’re making him question himself.

masterlist

#— azrael.worksᵎᵎ #➷ ┊antonio’s works ! #call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #dom male reader #dom reader #male reader #sub character #sub ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #cod mw x reader #mw2 2022 #mw2 fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod smut #modern warfare fanfiction #modern warfare ii

[ryunnggg]

Step by Step - ITZY Yuna

Y/n picked up his stepdaughter from school at the usual hour, struggling to act as if everything were the same as always even if he had spent the whole day in his office thinking about what had happened that morning between them.

He sighed, adjusting his tenting pants as he was thinking of Yuna with just a shirt and pants in bed with him and her mother.

He had thought she was afraid of thunders the previous night and so he had let her get into their bed, but that morning he woke up to the teenager groping and licking his dick and suddenly he found himself teaching the girl how to take care of his erection.

He had tried to stop thinking about it, but the more he tried the more he kept daydreaming of what he could do with the young woman, who was clearly attracted to him.

He and her mother had been together for months, at that point, but the bed had been kind of cold since the woman had started taking sleeping pills that left her to sleep like dead and him to jerk off in the silence.

Yuna had unbalanced all that and now he couldn't stop thinking about the girl's lips around his dick and what they could do while her mother was asleep.

He smiled a touch predatorily as Yuna entered the car, school uniform and fresh smell, terribly tempting.

"Hi, daddy." The girl smiled, gaze drifting down to his crotch with a certain hunger in her eyes.

"Hi, baby." The man took a deep breath, starting the engine to drive home.

He wasn't really sure of what to expect from her since that morning but he wouldn't have expected even in his brightest dreams the little hand that travelled towards him and started to gently cup his hard on through the fabric.

"Baby girl..." Y/n tried to warn her even if sighing in pleasure. "Daddy will end up taking you someplace to do things to you if you keep that up..."

Yuna licked her lips and as an answer tightened the grip on his hard on. "Will you let me suck you off again, daddy?" she murmured excitedly.

"That and so much more..." he promised, deciding to change their route to go just outside town and have a bit of intimacy in some country lane.

Yuna made a little sound and Y/n was able to notice her pressing her thighs together.

"Have you thought about this morning, baby?" he asked, curious.

"Yes, all day..." she admitted with a soft sigh.

Y/n nodded in silence before throwing her a glance. "Have you ever kissed another man?"

She shook her head, watching him. "Not before you this morning."

"That's good."

"Is it?"

"Yes." He nodded again, finding out suddenly that he was very possessive of his stepdaughter. "Daddy wants to be the only one to kiss you."

"You will be." She hurried to promise.

"Will you let daddy take care of that sweet pussy of yours later?" he asked with his hard on pressing against the zip at the mere thought of him taking the girl's virginity.

"Yes." She sighed heavily. "Everything, daddy..."

"Good girl..." he whispered, parking the car behind a line of trees before cutting the engine and taking off the belt.

Yuna didn't wait for him to tell her anything and hurried to pull down his zipper and free his erection from his pants and boxers with a pitiful moan.

"Have you been waiting long to do this to daddy?" he asked softly, carding his fingers in her soft long hair.

Yuna nodded with a sigh and suddenly she went down to lick at the head already leaking precum, moaning as if it were the best thing she had ever tasted.

Y/n groaned and let his head drop against the headrest, petting her head. "Good girl... take care of daddy." He incited her, slightly parting his legs as the teenager started taking him in her mouth and sucking him off.

He couldn't think of anything else than how good she was at that, how he was going to enjoy her little mouth on his dick for the years to come. Slowly he started to put pressure on her head, driving her down on his dick, and Yuna went willingly, moaning softly around his cock as if that was paradise to her and she couldn't ask for anything better than her father feeding her his cock.

"Daddy will come to your room tonight..." he promised, gripping her hair and starting to move her head, dictating the pace.

Yuna abandoned every attempt to try to take her time and found out she enjoyed terribly letting him use her like that. She pressed her thighs in an attempt to stimulate herself since her daddy wasn't touching her, and moaned in an attempt to ask him to keep talking.

"Would you like that, love? Would you like daddy to come in your room and take your virginity once your mom is sleeping?" He let go of her head and Yuna took the chance to let his dick slip from her swollen lips with an obscene wet pop.

"Yes, daddy, please..." She croaked, voice hoarse, and moved one hand to jerk him off while she was busy talking between little licks at his head. "I want you so much..."

"Then daddy will come,” he promised short of breath before guiding her back down on his dick. "Daddy wants you to keep the uniform. I've dreamed all day of me taking your sweet pussy while you're still wearing those preppy clothes. I want to pull up that skirt and just eat your pussy while you tremble and scream in pleasure."

He moaned, pushing his dick up in her mouth. "Daddy will have you many times tonight," he promised, keeping her down as he emptied his balls with a huge groan.

Yuna moaned around his erection and swallowed it all down, close herself to her orgasm after hearing his words. It was everything she wanted and couldn't believe her stepdad was finally giving her all of that. She waited until he let her go to let the softening cock slip out her mouth.

"Please daddy, I'll be a good girl." She nodded, moving her long hair behind her shoulders. "I want you so much."

"Than you'll have me,” he promised in a whisper, caressing her chin and guiding her so he could kiss her soft lips and taste his own cum on her tongue.

***

Yuna went directly to her room as they entered home, trying to hide to her mom the way her lips were red and swollen. She was afraid her mother would notice that she was so excited she couldn't even sit still.

In her room she waited for hours for the man to go to her, pacing and trying to make herself prettier in front of the mirror. She changed her bra hoping Y/n would like it and then put back the white shirt. She was just done with it when Y/n came through her door, wearing soft clothes that he used to bed.

She almost couldn't breathe from excitement and nearly threw herself in his arms.

Y/n smiled on her lips before kissing her and holding her tightly in his arms, letting his hands roam the young sexy body of his stepdaughter. "Were you waiting for me?"

"Yes, daddy." She nodded with a little sigh, trying to press her breasts to his chest in an attempt to get him more excited.

The man groaned softly and took her by her hands to lead her towards the bed. There he sat at the foot of the bed, watching her from below.

"Daddy was waiting to come here too. I had to wait for your mom to take her pills." He sighed, letting her hands go to caress her sides. "But now I can't wait anymore. Do you still want daddy to take your pretty pussy?" Y/n asked just to be sure.

Yuna nodded in a hurry, licking her lips. "Yes. So much." She slowly shook her head, truly eager to get down to it with him.

Y/n smiled softly and nodded, moving his hands over the buttons of her shirt. "Let daddy see you, baby girl."

Yuna swallowed, a touch nervous, but let him do whatever he wanted, relying on him to know what to do since she had no experience whatsoever.

Y/n licked his lips hungrily looking at her soft breast. Slowly he started to fondle her tits, eliciting a moan from his daughter. "Such soft tits."

"Do you like them?" Yuna asked in a breath.

"Very much." Y/n nodded, squeezing them and pressing his thumbs against her nipples through the fabric.

He waited for her nipples to stand before moving his hands behind her back to unhook the bra and be able to pull down the fabric to let her tits free. He didn't take it off, not wanting to take her shirt off too, and instead leaned in to put his mouth on her soft skin and start to suck her breast while fondling the other one with one hand.

Yuna moaned, closing her eyes for a moment, and put her hands on his shoulders looking for a balance as he was able to make her swoon in place.

"Daddy," she called him softly as Y/n started to suck on her nipple, eliciting another moan from her lips. "Daddy, please..." she moaned, feeling her pussy get even wetter under that treatment.

But Y/n let her nipple go with a long lick just to move on the other one.

The girl moaned and arched her back trying to get something more. Y/n opened his legs and pulled her close as he kept fondling her breasts, covering them with kisses and little bites.

"Daddy loves them,” he murmured excited, letting her breast go just to let his hands roam below, covering her ass and squeezing at her asscheeks.

He couldn't wait for the moment when he would have been able to not only fuck her pussy but also her ass, making sure he would have all her holes for himself. "You're such a pretty baby," he murmured, moving his hands under her skirt to feel directly her hot skin under his palms.

He slowly took the fabric of her panties and pulled it down, making Yuna hold her breath as he got rid of her underwear.

"Oh, you got really wet as you were waiting for daddy,” Y/n commented with a grin, guiding her to raise one leg and then the other one to take off the garment and throw it aside, enjoying the view of her pussy up and close and smelling of her desire.

Without letting her move away he leaned in and pressed his mouth against her crotch to lick at her clit.

Yuna yelped, not having expected that, and soon Y/n had to make her lie down on the bed since her legs were trembling so much she was probably a few seconds away from falling on the floor or in his arms.

Y/n let her catch her breath and smirked, looking down at her while starting to remove his own clothes. He had every intention to spend the night in her room completely naked, ravishing the girl and completely ruining her uniform.

Yuna licked her lips staring at him, still short of breath after those few seconds with his mouth on her. If that had felt so intense, she had no idea how she was going to get through the night with the muscular man plowing his dick in her and having sex for hours on end like he had promised.

She made a little sound at seeing his hard on jutting out, ready to take her, and instinctively she spread her legs for him, pulling up her little skirt to show off her pussy to the man.

"Please, daddy,” she whispered.

Y/n moaned at that sight and wrapped one hand around his dick, pulling at it a couple times before crawling on the bed and right between her legs.

"My beautiful baby, so ready for her daddy,” he whispered, licking his lips before diving right back to her pussy to lick and suck at her swollen clit.

Yuna screamed in pleasure and moved her hands on his shoulders, holding to them tightly as Y/n made everything in his abilities to drive her crazy.

He started moving one finger in her while licking and sucking, waiting to be sure it wouldn't hurt her before adding another finger, moaning at feeling her terribly hot and wet, perfectly relaxed for him and ready to take her first dick.

Y/n moved away, kneeling on the bedcovers and just watching the panting and disheveled girl in front of him.

"Daddy is gonna give you everything,” he murmured, starting to slide the head of his dick against her wet vagina.

Yuna opened her eyes with a sigh and for a moment she tensed up. "Daddy- shouldn't you wear a condom?" she asked hesitantly, but Y/n shook his head.

He had decided many hours before that he wasn't going to wear any with her, that he was in fact going to fill her up with his cum night after night till she would get pregnant with his child.

At that point he would have find some story to tell her mother about making sure Yuna wouldn't raise her child alone and dump her mother to marry the girl as a good stepfather making sure his daughter wouldn't get her life ruined by the first dick she had had "probably at some party".

He was unashamed about deceiving his young stepdaughter and tricking her into having unprotected sex so that he could get her pregnant with his baby. He had every intention of making sure he would be the father of her first born. And if that included telling her that he couldn’t do anything about cumming inside her and making sure in time she would find that hot too… even better.

"You don't have to worry about it, love, daddy is gonna take it out in time,” he assured the girl, bending down to kiss her sweetly on her lips.

Yuna smiled at him, trusting and still so innocent. "I like when you call me love."

"It's what you are to me." He smiled, kissing her again before starting to trust his dick deep into her with a groan.

Yuna was left without breath for a moment at the feeling of her stepfather's dick pushing deep into her.

She had never felt so full before, and suddenly she couldn't repress a loud moan. She closed her eyes and gripped tightly at the pillow under her head as Y/n rained kisses on her face and neck.

Soon he started to move inside her, first with a slow pace and then grunting and moaning the man went faster, fucking her harder.

If Somin hadn't been under the effect of her sleeping pills surely she would have gone to check on the ruckus they were making, screaming and moaning in pleasure, asking for more and promising the moon to each other, the headboard soon slamming against the wall on time with every thrust of the man.

Yuna was moaning in pleasure, trying to move towards her father, but the man was holding on to her thighs and kept them well spread to be able to slam into the girl harder and deeper.

He was soon covered in sweat, but had no intention to stop, excited as he had never been before. He rose to his knees and gripped tightly her sides to pull her hard on his dick with a loud moan, taking her pussy almost violently and pushing himself balls deep in her.

Yuna screamed, her muscles tensing around him, and suddenly she felt a wave of pleasure hit her with the first orgasm of the night.

Y/n moaned and kept moving, taking pleasure by the way her pussy was tensing and spasming around his cock.

"Just like that, baby girl, let daddy give you everything." He moaned moving one hand over her vagina to gently rub at her clit with his thumb, grinning at the obscene sound she made.

Yuna was breathless at that point, her thighs trembling, and she thought that she couldn't take any more.

"It's- it's too much, daddy..." She moaned, trying to arch and move away from his hand, overstimulated.

He was relentless though and soon he started rocking his hips again, fucking her wet pussy.

"No, it's not, love, let daddy show you... you're so hot... so perfect to daddy." He moaned, making her blush. "You want to make daddy cum, right, love? Do you you want daddy to have pleasure in you? I bet you can give me so much more pleasure than your mommy..."

"Can I?" she whispered, cheeks flushed.

"Oh, yes, baby girl, your pussy tastes so much better and it's so much hotter around daddy's dick, you're almost driving me crazy..."

Yuna moaned, relaxing when he stopped torturing her clit. "Please, daddy, I want you to prefer me..."

"Oh, I do, baby..." He moaned, swallowing at feeling the orgasm coming.

Suddenly he dropped forward on the bed, covering her body with his, and went back at kissing her mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside as he rocked his hips and pushed his dick deep in her body.

"Daddy is almost there, love,” he whispered over her lips.

Yuna squealed, taking a hold on his shoulders. "You have to take it out daddy, you're not using a condom," she tried to remind him, but then that made the trick and Y/n pushed with a hard thrust deep inside her, only wanting to fill her up and get her pregnant.

He howled in pleasure, filling her up with wave after wave of sperm.

Yuna held her breath, looking at him with wide eyes as she felt his pleasure inside her pussy. "Daddy-"

Y/n almost collapsed on top of her, short of breath.

Yuna instinctively hug his shoulders and Y/n nuzzled lazily at her neck

"I'm sorry, baby, daddy couldn't hold back anymore,” he apologized, not at all sorry to say the least, but covering it by keeping his face against her neck.

Yuna licked her lips and bite down on her bottom lip, worried.

"What if I get pregnant?" she whispered worriedly.

At that Y/n lifted his head to look in her eyes and kissed her on the lips with fondness.

"Than daddy will do what's right and take care of you and the baby. But you have nothing to worry, I'm pretty sure just a bit of cum for one night won't change anything?"

"You sure?" she asked, feeling the heat rise on her face at his words, at that strange image of them being a family, of Y/n marrying her instead of her mommy.

It wasn't unpleasant to say the least, not after all the months she had spent dreaming of being his woman.

"Pretty sure, don't worry." He kissed her brow. "Just once won't get you pregnant," he lied with a smile on his face.

Yuna relaxed and nodded, and Y/n felt a pang of guilt for the briefest moment but he put it aside as he went back to kiss her to make sure she was well satisfied.

"Daddy has no intention of leaving you alone for tonight, love," he murmured on her lips, moving one hand over one of her breasts. "Just wait for daddy to be hard again." He smirked, slowly torturing her nipple with his thumb.

Yuna moaned under his attentions and slowly she felt his dick grow hard again. She moaned softly and soon Y/n started moving again inside her.

"Daddy..."

Y/n licked his lips and went back at kneeling over her, pushing in her hard but without the previous impatience. Now he simply enjoyed the sight of his baby girl spread out in front of him, her pussy pink and abused stretched around his dick, her school uniform in disarray and her tits jiggling at his every thrust.

"You're such a sight for sore eyes, baby..." He moaned, moving one hand over her stomach to pet her, mentally dreaming of a time when she was going to be carrying his child, belly bulging with pregnancy.

He licked his lips at the thought and sighed, moving one hand up to pet and gently squeeze her breasts. "Such a beautiful sight... you're mine now, you know that?" he murmured possessive.

Yuna hurried to nod thinking only at the man fucking her and how much she did love feeling him move inside her.

"Only yours, daddy..."

Y/n kept on moving till he was just one breath away from coming and then he pulled the girl hard on his dick, impaling her right as he started cumming. He groaned loudly, lost in pleasure, and despite her squirming Yuna had no way of moving away, her legs trembling for the intensity of the sex as her father filled her up a second time.

"Daddy..."

"Yes..." He moaned with his eyes closed, groaning as the girl tensed her muscles around him in a vain attempt to make him pull out his cock. Not that it would have changed something. Y/n turned his gaze to her.

"What is it, baby girl?" he murmured as nothing strange had just happened.

"You said you would pull out," she whined softly.

Y/n licked his lips and rubbed circles on her hips. "I know, love, but daddy already came inside just before, right? It won't change anything if it happens during the same night."

"Are you sure?" she asked after a moment of hesitation.

"I'm sure, baby." He nodded, bending down to kiss her on the lips and distract her from the subjects. "Daddy wants to enjoy it till he can, you're just so soft and hot inside, it's too hard for daddy to take it out in time... don't you like it when daddy fills you up?" he asked, gently rocking his hips.

Yuna moaned softly, but after a moment she nodded, caressing his neck. "I do like that feeling of you cumming in me,” she admitted in a soft murmur, her cheeks flushed, and Y/n smiled brightly at her, kissing her again.

"My sweet baby girl likes when daddy pumps his special milk inside of her, uh? That's so hot, baby," he murmured and Yuna went even more red if that was possible at hearing him praise her like that for what she liked.

"Are you sure it won't get me pregnant though?"

"Sure." He nodded still kissing her. "And I'm old anyway, it's possible I couldn't get you pregnant even if we were to have sex like this for the rest of our lives. Even if I think I would really love to give you a couple children in a few years,” he admitted and Yuna giggled, thinking about it.

"Do you?"

"Definitely." The man smiled down at her.

When he finally pulled back his dick left her pussy with an obscene sound and Y/n hummed in approval, watching his cum slowly drip out of her.

"The most beautiful sight daddy has ever seen..." he murmured, caressing her legs.

He helped her get rid of her uniform then so she could lie with him completely naked during the night.

Yuna let him do whatever he wanted, lost in the pleasure and the feeling of being finally in the arms of the man she loved more than anyone else in the world.

She didn't protest as Y/n lead her to stand on all four and moaned aloud when he went down on her, licking her pussy and sucking at her clit just as he had when they had started.

Y/n took his sweet time at making sure she would have another orgasm, determined in giving her the best first night of sex any girl would want.

Yuna was still shaking from the last orgasm giving to her by his tongue when Y/n kneeled behind her and once again he rubbed his dick against her pussy. "Daddy-"

"Daddy wants you so much, baby girl..." He moaned, slightly pushing just the head in her opening.

Yuna moaned and without thinking too much started to rock back towards him, pushing herself on his cock.

"Just like that..." He moaned, caressing her asscheeks. "Show your daddy how much you like it,” he incited her, making her hear his approval as inch after inch of his cock disappeared inside her until Yuna was pushing herself against his hips.

"Good girl..." He sighed, standing still for a moment and leaving her time to readjust at his cock and the different position. As soon as he felt the girl relax he started moving.

At first slow sweet movements, then wider as time went by, progressively harder even if he didn't resume the hard pace he had used before.

Yuna seemed to love it, moving with him and trying to let him go as deep as possible.

"Daddy..." She moaned when Y/n bend down to cover her body with his own, pressing his chest to her back.

"You're so good at this, baby,” he complimented her, moving one hand from the bed to one of her breasts, squeezing and drawing a moan out of her as he focused his efforts on her nipple, pinching it and rolling it with his thumb. "And you sound so good too... are you okay with daddy coming inside you this time?" he asked while kissing her neck.

After the numerous reassurances of the man that it wouldn't have changed anything, she just nodded with her eyes closed, lost in pleasure.

"Daddy wants to hear you ask for it, love... tell me you want me inside." He pressed on it, excited at the thought of his stepdaughter actively asking him to fill her up.

Yuna moaned slowly getting just as excited at the thought and pushed back on his cock, enjoying feeling it deep in her pussy. "Daddy- I want you inside..."

Y/n moaned and kissed her neck again. "More, baby..."

"I want to feel you cum inside me..." She moaned, getting a little embarrassed, but Y/n pushed a bit harder in her making her gasp.

"Ask me to fill you up," he requested, more and more excited, and pressed his dick in her to the base.

Yuna moaned aloud, squeezing his cock with her pussy. "Please, daddy... don't get out, I like when you fill up my pussy with cum..."

Y/n groaned aloud and finally did what she had just asked, coming inside her for the third time in one night in his stepdaughter.

"Yes!" He moaned, squeezing both her breasts.

Between that and the feeling of his cum once again inside, she wasn't able to hold on to it anymore and reached the edge herself, trembling in his arms as she came too.

***

Y/n left his daughter’s bedroom only after making sure she was cleaned up and tucked in bed.

He went for a late and very much needed shower, still half hard at the thought that maybe his stepdaughter was already carrying his child, and without so much of a pang of regret for his deceit he went back to his partner's bed and lay beside her, smiling at the thought of how many sex filled nights were waiting for him in Yuna's room.

***

Somin was busy in the kitchen, Y/n could see her through the open door on the living room. Without taking his eyes off her, he took the blanket thrown over the couch to cover himself and Yuna.

The girl smiled at him, looking at him for a moment instead of the TV. That changed when Y/n moved one arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer.

They had started having sex on a regular basis barely a week ago and already he couldn't resist the urge to have more of her anytime, anywhere.

"Now, why don't you put your head on my shoulder and fake sleeping?" Y/n murmured, kissing her forehead and making sure the woman in the adjacent room wouldn't hear him.

Yuna blushed and threw a glance in the direction of the kitchen, even if she couldn't see her mother from her position. With a little embarrassed smile she did what her stepfather had just asked and Y/n softly kissed the top of her head.

"Good girl," he murmured, deeply enjoying the chance of being able to cuddle up with the girl on the couch.

Even if soon it wasn't enough to him.

Y/n sighed as his erection grew harder by the minute. He licked his lips, throwing another glance at the woman cleaning up after dinner, and slowly - trying to not be heard or noticed under the TV noise - he pulled down his zipper and opened up his pants. Slowly, so not to move too much the blanket, he took one of his daughter hands and moved it over his erection.

Yuna held her breath at that but obediently wrapped her hand around his dick as Y/n was leading her to do and gently started to jerk him off.

Y/n moaned softly, closing his eyes for a moment, and took his hand from under the blanket to grab the remote and raise the volume a touch more to cover up his sounds as the little girl in his arms kept jerking him off there in the living room.

"Just like that..." he whispered, his head reclined against the couch and his legs spread a tad more as her little hand kept moving on his hard on giving him pleasure.

He made sure that nothing would be noticed through their cover and jerked his hips up slightly to make her pick up the pace.

He groaned as she did just that, excited for her touch and the knowledge that they were terribly close to being discovered. She didn't know any better, too young and horny, but he knew and as much as he cared not to be found out also enjoyed the thrill.

Y/n went back at sipping his beer to cover up a moan as his stepdaughter kept masturbating him and squeezed the head of the cock a bit more in her soft fingers.

"Daddy wants to push you under the blanket so much, love,” he whispered in her ear, smirking at the flush that covered her face. He suddenly raised his head when Somin appeared on the door.

"Is she asleep?"

"I think so." He cleared his throat, tensing up a bit as Yuna just slowed down but didn't stop touching him. "I can take her to bed later," he offered, hoping Somin would not try to go and wake her up right in that moment finding out what they had been doing the whole time.

But the woman just smiled and nodded once. "Thanks, you're really good with her."

"I do everything I can." He smiled, trying not to moan as Yuna picked up the pace once again without even waiting for her mother to go away.

Y/n waited for the woman to do just that and as soon as he heard the switch of their bedroom click he groaned softly, removing the blanket from his lap to uncover his red and flustered cock and the pale hand still holding it.

"Am I good, daddy?" Yuna whispered, looking for his eyes.

Y/n hurried to nod and leaned in to kiss her with a deep hunger, but instead of saying anything he pushed his fingers in her hair and guided her head down.

Yuna understood what he wanted and just opened up her mouth, closing her eyes as it got stuffed full with his hot dick.

Y/n groaned softly, enjoying the warmth of her mouth, and started moving his hips, too excited to wait anymore.

"Like that, baby, let daddy fuck your mouth..." He moaned softly, hoping Somin would not come back. "Let daddy cum in that hot throat of yours..."

Yuna let him guide her as he preferred and squeezed her thighs shut as she grew wet too. She had no way of telling him or even ask him to do something about that either, but wasn't even sure she couldn't reach an orgasm by the pleasure it gave her to let him fuck her throat like that in an open space like their living room where her mother could have caught them anytime soon.

Y/n suddenly emptied his balls in her mouth with a loud groan, pressing her down till her lips were closed around the base of his dick, and kept her down as he shoot wave after wave of cum deep in her throat.

"Good girl,” he whispered breathless when he was finally done and he eventually let her go.

Yuna let his dick slip out her lips with a soft moan, looking at him as if he hung the moon in the sky. "Daddy..."

Y/n smiled tenderly at that sight and slowly cleaned a bead of sperm from her chin with his thumb, making her suck on it for a moment before taking it away to kiss her on the lips.

"My good little girl... you made daddy cum so hard,” he sighed, hurrying to stuff his penis back in his pants.

"I know!" She smiled abashedly and tried to get closer to him. "Daddy, I'm so wet..." She sighed and Y/n moaned softly, caressing her back and trying to get her hair in order after the mess he had made when he had been guiding her head up and down his own dick.

"Daddy will have to take care of it now,” he reassured her, kissing her again. "Just wait for you mom to go to sleep." He smiled against her lips.

***

After the first night Y/n hadn't had his release in her anymore, since Yuna had started protesting that he would get her pregnant, but that didn't stop him from working on his dream to get her pregnant with his child as soon as possible.

He thought of how long it could take for her to show the firsts signs of pregnancy, or finally for her to start asking him to get her pregnant, since he had kept telling her for days that it was something that made him hard just to say in the heat of the moment.

And it was, but it wasn't just dirty talk even if she didn't know yet. The thought of Yuna actively asking him to make her a mommy managed to drive him out of his bed and into the little girl’s room once again.

At the sight of her stepfather stark naked and hard, Yuna made a little wanting noise from her bed and kicked away her covers, impatient to have him deep inside.

Y/n smirked and locked the door as he ran his gaze on her naked form, admiring the way the teenager spread her legs for him. She hadn't even bothered to wear panties since she knew perfectly well that he would have come for her at night as he did now like clockwork.

"Daddy, I'm still so wet, please,” she begged in a whisper and Y/n hurried to crawl on the bed and find his place between her legs.

"Daddy is here now, love,” he whispered, bringing one hand over her pussy to start caressing her. "You're so wet for daddy, such a good girl..."

Yuna moaned and jerked her hips towards him instinctively.

"Did you touch yourself, baby?"

"No..." She pouted, looking back at him. "You told me not to..."

"Good." He bent down to kiss her pouting lips. "Only daddy can touch your little pussy,” he whispered as her arms went around his shoulders to keep him close.

"But I've been waiting so long..." She sighed, pushing herself on his fingers.

Y/n hummed, letting her ride his fingers and getting impossibly hard at that sight. "Sorry, babe, had to make sure your mom wouldn't notice me slipping out her bed to come visit her sweet daughter." He sighed, moving to kiss her neck and chest.

He didn't mention that the reason he had had to wait that long was because Somin was in the mood and he had just spent half an hour fucking Yuna’s mother just a couple rooms down the hallway. He had spent the whole time thinking about how it would have been to fuck the little girl there in the big bed with her mother sleeping beside them, or even telling the woman that her daughter's pussy was so good around his cock.

He had had no problem in cumming in her since he knew Somin had been taking the pill, but as soon as she had fallen asleep he had felt the urgency to just get out of bed and go find the girl. She was so eager and innocent, probably in love with him and ready to do anything Y/n could ask her to.

"Now daddy is here and will give you everything you want," he reassured the girl before slipping his fingers out of her pussy.

Yuna whimpered softly but he just bent down to kiss her again on the lips.

"On all four, darling."

Yuna licked her lips and hurried to comply, rolling under him and raising her ass up in an open invitation for him to take her.

Y/n moaned at that sight and grazed her smooth skin with both of his hands. As much as he knew he was doing something bad lying at the girl that way, tricking her into risking a pregnancy because he wanted it and wanted a reason for her mother to let him marry Yuna, he loved that little girl and was dead set on doing everything possible to make her happy.

He had told Yuna numerous times that he loved that position because he could take her deeper and at the same time have the chance to grab her tits while they were making love. Yuna had been taken more and more by that till she had lately started to roll on her belly of her own volition.

He had kept quiet about a third factor working to make that position his favorite and he had no intention of telling her yet as he penetrated her with a groan, starting to move right away.

Yuna moaned and immediately tried to match his thrusts, pushing herself on his dick.

He let his hands slide from her sides to her belly and there he caressed with fondness.

"I can't wait for my baby to be all grown up so I can dump your mommy and start a family with you,” he whispered at her ear.

Yuna moaned and closed her eyes as he kept thrusting into her. Y/n often promised that and she was growing excited at that kind of talk. "Daddy..."

"Daddy wants to give you a pretty baby for the two of us to take care of. You'll be so pretty with a nice baby bump, love,” he murmured before biting her neck, not so hard to leave a mark but enough to make her gasp and tighten up her muscles around his dick. He moaned and licked the offended skin. "Tell me that you want my baby, love... you know how much daddy loves when you say those words." He incited her, moving his hands to squeeze her tits and torture her hard nipples.

Yuna blushed but nodded, determined to give him whatever he wanted. "Please, daddy, give me your baby..."

"Do you want it, love?" Y/n asked, almost short of breath.

"Yes, I want you to knock me up with your hot milk, daddy..."

Y/n moaned and took her harder, squeezing her nipples. "Like that, baby."

Yuna moaned aloud, lost at being fucked that way, and she would have said anything to just make sure Y/n would keep pounding her pussy that hard. "Please, don't pull out, daddy, fill me up tonight..."

Y/n groaned and grabbed her hips to drive his cock hard and deep into her, almost violently, pounding her pussy with all his strength till he could feel his balls drawing up and he knew he was ready to cum. Only then he slipped out of her almost completely but for the head. He kept it seated in her opening and wrapped one hand around his throbbing cock, jerking off till one second later he started shooting his cum inside her with a loud groan.

Yuna whimpered at not being able to have him inside, but could have sworn of feeling him cum inside of her, even though it had happened like that night after night and Y/n had told her every time that it was just her imagination.

He had told her it was because she would have loved to feel him cum in her again after their first night and so she was trying to reconstruct the feeling with her mind, but he was shooting it all outside.

Y/n moaned, without removing the head of his dick from her opening till he was sure he had milked every last drop of his cum inside her.

With a soft sigh he rubbed it against her opening, smearing all over her pussy the cum that had followed his dick out. He had told her to stay relaxed, that there weren't any risks in him doing that and she had believed him completely.

Once, in the car, Y/n had cum all over her pussy and she had just sighed content and kept rubbing herself against his softening cock and that was the moment when the man understood he had managed to ensure the girl would trust him to do anything he wanted, believing him when he said it wasn't risky.

"Daddy,” Yuna called him in a whimper, trying to move back against him, looking for some satisfaction.

"Shush, love, daddy will take care of you now,” he promised with a smile, still short of breath.

As soon as he was done he moved away and just went to caress her from outside her pussy with his fingers. He sighed at feeling her hot and wet and covered not only of her juices but his cum too. He started to collect his own sperm with his fingers and slowly he pushed it inside her.

Yuna moaned at being fingered, relaxing on the pillow, leaving only her ass up in the air. She didn't even think he could have been up to something and slowly started rocking her hips on his fingers, pushing them deeper inside her, enjoying how he stretched them and seemed to want her to take them deep every time. "Daddy..."

"Do you like it, love?" Y/n asked with a smile, watching her move languidly as he once again took advantage of that position to make sure she wouldn't notice the way he calmly collected all the cum he had smeared onto her and slowly pushed it inside her.

If she thought that he wasn't going to make sure she would take all his cum every time they had sex, she was sorely mistaken. And he silently enjoyed knowing that she didn't know any better probably as much as he enjoyed the sex they had.

Yuna kept moving, rocking her hips and trying to have his fingers again and again. She was so eager for her own orgasm judging from the way she would whimper everytime he removed his fingers to catch another drop of cum to feed her pussy.

"My beautiful good girl... you'll be a perfect mommy one day, daddy just knows it." He caressed her back as he fingered her to her orgasm, making sure that by the time she finally tensed up and trembled with her own pleasure she was stuffed full with all the cum he could manage to get into her. "That's it, baby girl, you love this, don't you?" He cooed at her, smiling when she just moaned in her pillow as an answer.

As Yuna tried to catch her breath Y/n lay down beside her and hugged the girl to his chest, slowly petting her hair and feeling her relax against him.

"Did you like that, love?"

"Yes, daddy,” she mumbled against his neck, relaxed and almost putty in his hands.

Then and there, Y/n decided that it was a good moment to try and propose something "special" for his upcoming birthday.

"Can I ask you a special gift for my birthday?" He slowly stroked the nape of her neck.

Yuna nodded and raise her head to look at him in the eyes with a smile. "Anything you want, daddy,” she assured him, gently caressing his chest.

Y/n smiled and after licking his lips he nodded, decided in finally taking things to the next step in his plan.

"What if, when we can have some time for ourselves that night, or as soon as you mom leaves the house, we do something a bit different?" he tried, caressing her back. "You know I love when you ask me to get you pregnant, would you like to do it for once without me asking you? I would like to make love to you with you actively asking me,” he explained, gently caressing her long hair.

Yuna blushed but after a moment she nodded. "I could do that. Is that your present?"

"Not... entirely, no. Daddy would really love to be able to cum once again in you as we did our first time together, love."

Yuna bit her lip, unsure. "But daddy- what if that's enough? My friends said that if a boy doesn't pull out the girl will end up pregnant."

"Oh, love, that's not always true." He shook his head, without so much of a second thought. "It depends on what days we make love, how far from your period, that is, and the fact that I'm not that young anymore."

"You're not that old..." She laughed softly.

"Old enough to be your daddy." He smirked, moving one hand down to squeeze one of her asscheeks. "Not old enough to be too tired of fucking your pretty pussy, but that's not guarantee that my cum would get you pregnant."

She mulled on it, inclining her head as he kept gently stroking her skin. "Are you sure I won't get pregnant if it happens just once?"

"Just one night won't change anything, love... daddy just wants you to take it all deep inside for his birthday. Will you? Will you give me this precious gift?" he murmured, leaning in to kiss her on the lips. "Daddy would love so much to have you begging for him not to pull out for once since daddy has been so good and had always took it out in time since our first time."

"That's true..." she whispered, one a hair's breadth from giving in.

"I just want so much to feel your pretty pussy around my cock as I cum. Mommy asked me to cum in her once and I missed so much being wrapped in your pussy but I couldn't do it, not thinking about you waiting for me in here,” he lied with no regret since he had had no problem shooting all his cum in the woman during said night, matter of fact right as he had been thinking at the girl with her legs spread open waiting to be fucked after her mother.

That seemed to push the girl over her hesitation and suddenly she nodded. "You don't need her, daddy. I'll be more than happy to let you do whatever you want for your birthday."

"Really, sweetheart?" he asked with a smile, growing harder by the moment at the mere thought of what came next.

"Yes, daddy," she murmured, moving one hand to wrap it around his cock and starting to jerk him off again. "Everything for you."

"You're so good to your daddy… I can't wait to see you so ready to take it all, darling.”

***

Y/n wasn't able to organize a night just for them on his birthday, since Somin had wanted to take her whole family out for dinner, but he agreed with Yuna that any next occasion would have been good for their planned fun.

When Somin told him she would have had to go out of town for work for a couple days, Y/n had to fight down the urge to cheer and just told her not to worry about a thing, that he was going to take care of her little girl.

As soon as Somin was out of the way Y/n took Yuna straight to her mother's bedroom, set on having her in that bed finally. Yuna had giggled and let him lead the way, kissing him as soon as he stopped in front of the double bed and they started to undress each other in a hurry.

"Daddy has been waiting to stay alone with you for weeks now..."

"Me too, daddy..." She sighed, licking her lips at finally managing to get his pants open. She didn't wait a second more before kneeling down in front of him to take him in her mouth.

Y/n moaned loudly and ran his fingers through her hair, gripping them as the girl started moving her head up and down, really working his shaft.

"Like that, baby, so good..." He nodded, meeting her movements with shallow thrusts of his hips.

Yuna looked at him from below as she went down to take him down her throat, tightening her lips around the base of his penis and making the man almost scream in pleasure.

"Fuck- yes, don't stop..." He moaned, thrusting his dick in and out her mouth and deeply enjoying how she didn't seem to have a gag reflex. "Your mouth is so good... you take it like a whore, love,” he murmured breathlessly, one moment before tightening the grip on her hair as he pressed her head against his pelvis while shooting his cum deep in her throat with a shout.

As soon as he let her go Yuna made a soft sound as she let his dick slip out her mouth after cleaning him up good. "I love when you scream..."

Y/n huffed a smile and had to sit on the bed. "Any men would scream if he was to receive a blow job that way, darling."

Yuna laughed and sat at his side, leaning in to kiss him on a cheek. "But I won't give one to any of them, you're my only one, daddy,” she said with a smile and for the tiniest moment Y/n felt bad for deceiving her since the start of their relationship.

He cracked a smile and returned her kiss. "I'll make sure of it, love," he promised since it was exactly what he had been working on for weeks at that moment.

He kissed her again and slowly started pushing her back toward the center of the bed to lie over her and start rutting against her naked body, enjoying the freedom and the chance to be as noisy as they wanted.

"My little princess... daddy will make sure you'll be as happy as possible," he murmured pressing himself between her legs.

Yuna sighed and spread her thighs for him as she hugged his shoulders. "I love you, daddy..."

"I love you, baby." He leaned in to kiss her again and slowly pushed himself inside her. For a moment he even forgot about what he had asked her weeks before, but as he started thrusting inside her Yuna wrapped her legs around his back.

"Daddy..."

"Yes, love?"

Yuna licked her lips, taking courage before throwing herself in that talk she had prepared for weeks. "Will you cum inside me tonight, daddy?"

Y/n moaned at that question, suddenly remembering exactly what he had asked her. "Do you want me to, love?"

"Yes." She nodded, her face flushed a bright red.

"Do you want daddy to fill you up then, baby?"

She nodded again, swallowing. "I do, daddy. I love when we- when you're so deep inside me and- just like our first time, how you moaned as cumming balls deep inside my pussy," she murmured, embarrassed, and Y/n started pressing his dick harder against her, rocking his hips and making her moan too. "Tonight you won't have to stop, daddy... tonight my pussy is just for you to enjoy..." She moaned.

Y/n made a sound, his cock so hard it almost hurt him. "Do you want daddy to cum in your pussy and fill your womb tonight, darling? Daddy could get you pregnant..." He put it out there, gently caressing her belly.

He was almost sure that she was already with child, but enjoyed leading her on like that, he still wanted her to ask for it and be sure she would want to keep it once the time would have arrived for her to notice her pregnancy.

Yuna nodded after a moment, seeming less hesitant as she went on. "I want daddy to get me pregnant, I want him to have a nice baby as a present..." She smiled softly.

"Such a nice gift for daddy... daddy will make sure to put a child in you, then, darling..." He moaned pushing slowly inside her and feeling her squeeze him tight with her pussy. "Good god, darling..." He moaned, stopping for a moment before moving deeper. "I'll fill you up with so much cum you'll get a pretty baby bump even if you're not with child yet... so full of cum your belly will grow with it." He moaned, starting right away to move inside her, getting out almost completely before pushing again as deep as possible.

Yuna moaned and looked for a kiss taking his face between her hands, trying to meet his thrust with her movements. "But I will, daddy, right?" she asked on his lips when they broke apart.

"Oh, yes, I'll make sure you're a mommy by the time yours comes home," he promised, driving into her harder.

Yuna arched under him with a scream, her pussy already spasming around his cock.

Y/n kept moving with a groan, riding out her orgasm and making her pussy milk his cock.

"Just like that, yes, you love it, don't you? You just can't wait for daddy to get you pregnant and have a chance to parade you around as my new wife, don't you?" He moaned.

Yuna nodded, breathless, without even trying to answer him.

Y/n didn't stop, grabbing her hips tight and pulling her on his dick with all his strength, not caring about bruises or leaving signs as he slammed his dick in her.

"You're mine, baby, you're mine..."

"Yours..." She managed to whimper, lost in pleasure. "Don't stop, daddy, don't stop," she almost begged as Y/n pushed himself hard in her and suddenly stood still as he felt his balls draw up.

"Daddy is about to cum, darling,” he whispered, watching her face flushed and satisfied.

"Don't pull out,” she begged, lifting her arms to go back at hugging his shoulders. "Don't pull out, daddy... knock me up..." She moaned, one moment before Y/n groaned loudly, driven over the edge by her request.

He almost collapsed on her and Yuna held him close with a sigh, enjoying the feeling of his cock still seated deep inside her as the man shot his cum filling her up wave after wave.

"It feels so good, daddy..." She moaned softly.

Y/n moaned and rubbed his face against her neck. "Daddy loves it too, darling. After tonight daddy doesn't know if he can manage to pull out anymore," he warned her, despite fully knowing she was going to think it was just dirty talking.

Yuna answered with a soft whimper, tightening her muscles around his shaft. "Then don't pull out anymore, daddy... just make me your pretty cumdump..." She moaned, still believing they were on the same page about her not getting pregnant before graduation.

"Oh, I will, love," he answered slowly rocking his half hard cock inside her.

***

Y/n managed to bend the rule they had settled for him not pulling out on the night of his birthday into being allowed for two days straight since that was the time they had without Somin in the house.

Yuna wasn't even hard to persuade since she loved anything they did together and she was starting to grow less and less concerned with the chances of a pregnancy since Y/n convinced her she wasn't really at risk.

After all that time spent in bed, Yuna was pretty horny even when her mother got back, but with the woman always spending time with Y/n she had no way to keep the man all for herself.

When Y/n told her the first night that he couldn't go visit her since Somin had said something about the two of them catching up, Yuna had sighed and nodded, resigning herself to staying alone for once.

The truth was that it was Y/n's choice not to visit her that night, same for the night after that and the third too. Sure, Somin had wanted to have sex, but that had never stopped him before from padding out of their room and into Yuna's as soon as the woman had started snoring.

It was just the last part of his plan to make the girl crave their intimacy so that she would just cave in at any request he could make.

When Somin went for an evening out with her friends, the fourth day since the last time he had touched Yuna, he only had to wait for the door to shut behind her back to found the girl against his chest.

"Daddy,” she whimpered, looking for a kiss.

Y/n hugged her tightly against his chest. "Finally alone, darling, daddy has missed you so much..."

"Me too..." She sighed, standing on tiptoes to kiss him on the lips.

Y/n kissed her slowly, enjoying it fully before bending down to pass one arm under her knees and lift her up to bring her to her bedroom.

"Daddy wants to spend hours ravaging his little princess,” he murmured.

"Yes, please, I'm- I've been so horny and frustrated without you these days," she admitted with a sigh.

"It's okay, darling, daddy is here now." He closed the door behind them with one foot before going to the bed to lie her down gently. "Daddy couldn't wait to be alone with you again."

"Me too, daddy..." She moaned rutting against him and trying to drag him over her.

She was desperate for his touch after all that time without him, trying to be good and not touch herself without him present. Soon she managed to wrap herself around him when he started to move inside her, trying to get him deeper, to find her satisfaction.

"Daddy," she called, breathless, almost whimpering as Y/n moved too slowly, not enough to be a tease but enough to not give her the pleasure she needed. "Daddy, please, fuck me harder," she begged.

It was music to Y/n's ears but the man knew he was just one step away from his objective and so he forced himself to take her slowly, to not push himself deep into her as he used to. He moaned as the girl tried to force him into action clenching her muscles around his shaft.

"Daddy, please..."

"So eager, little kitten..." He moaned, even if he stopped and made an effort to appear saddened by something. "Love, daddy doesn't know if he can cum like this anymore."

Yuna stopped, looking at him with wide worried eyes. "Daddy? What- don't you like me anymore?"

"Yes, of course I love you, you're my star, my little princess,” he hurried to reassure her, forcing himself to stay still inside her. "You're my everything, babe. But daddy doesn't think he can manage to cum anymore just fucking you like this, knowing he will have to pull out at the end."

Yuna blinked, surprised, and Y/n went on. "Knowing how good it felt to cum deep in your pussy for my birthday just ruined it for me, darling, now daddy is not even sure he can even cum anymore if he has to do it outside your hot pussy. Not even thinking about it could help me, I tried with your mommy but it wasn't enough and I'm so afraid about what will happen if I won't ever cum anymore, not with you or with your mommy. What if she gets bored of me and dumps me and we'll never be able to see each other anymore?" he murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb, the picture of concern.

"Oh my god, that's- we can't risk that, daddy,” she whispered, terrified of losing him.

"I know, darling, I'm so sorry... I was afraid of telling you because... well, I don't want you to think that I was just trying to pressure you into letting me cum deep inside your pussy." He sighed softly, terribly hard inside her.

"I know you won't." She shook her head, taking a decision and nodding as she caressed his face. "But it's okay, daddy, I don't want you to suffer or fear having to go away, it's okay."

"What’s okay, love?" he asked softly, leaning in to kiss her lips.

"It’s okay if you need to be deep down inside me to cum..."

Y/n made a sound, excited, and moved one hand to squeeze softly at one of her tits. "Really? Are you sure?"

"I can't let you go the rest of your life without having an orgasm, daddy,” she whispered softly, caressing his face. "If to have one you need to do it like this then okay, I'll let you."

"So it's okay if daddy doesn't pull out anymore?" he whispered, impossibly hard in her and already fighting off an orgasm that threatened to ruin his speech.

She nodded and kissed him again. "Yes, daddy, don't do it anymore, you don't have to and suffer, don't pull out, just cum in me. I want you to be happy. To be satisfied. Will my pussy satisfy you again?"

He nodded and started moving again without sparing a second more. "Oh, yes, it will do, your pussy is amazing, darling. Daddy just dies any time he can have it. It's going to be so perfect from now on, darling," he promised, picking up the pace and finally making her moan with pleasure as he thrust his cock deeper and harder into her. "You're so good to daddy..."

Yuna moaned loudly and closed her eyes, losing herself in pleasure. "Daddy..."

"Daddy is so proud of you..."

"Are you?" she asked breathless, her breasts jiggling at his every thrust, an hypnotizing show to Y/n.

"Yes, love, you take such good care of your daddy, it's amazing." He moaned, terribly close to the edge. "You know right that if something happens and you'll get pregnant daddy will take care of you back, yes? Daddy will take care of you and the baby, his new family."

"I know, daddy." She nodded, grabbing his shoulders. "I'm so close, daddy..."

"You'll be okay with it, darling?" he asked, pulling out almost completely to delay both of their orgasms for a bit, until he had his answer.

"Yes, daddy." She almost sobbed, desperately trying to push herself on his dick and have it again. "If it happens I'll be okay with getting pregnant." She nodded, hoping it was the right thing to say to have him back again.

Y/n moaned and slammed in her almost violently, making her arch her back under him with a scream as she started spasming around him, hitting her orgasm.

Y/n moaned and rode out her orgasm, thrusting hard inside her. "Daddy would love so much to see you carry his child, love..." He moaned between gritted teeth.

Yuna moaned softly, completely exhausted by their love making and her recent orgasm, and barely managed to open her eyes to look at him from under heavy eyelids. "Oh. I guess it will happen now,” she whispered.

Y/n couldn't fight off the smirk that spread on his face. "I guess so, darling. Daddy is so sorry," he murmured, even as he grabbed her thighs tightly and spread them out even more, lifting them up to thrust harder and deeper in her body.

He loved the way she gasped in pleasure even if she had just orgasmed. "Daddy is just going to get you pregnant now..."

"Yes..." She moaned in pleasure, grabbing the pillow under her head and holding on it as Y/n took her so hard her body slid a bit every time on the mattress.

At hearing the girl finally surrender completely at him Y/n pushed himself in her with one last hard thrust and there he emptied his balls with an almost primal shout.

Yuna whimpered softly, feeling her little pussy burn after being abused like that, but she kind of loved that pain and so she clenched around him, hoping he wouldn't take his cock out already.

Y/n moaned, with no intention to slide out of her till he had made sure she had taken all of his cum.

"Daddy will make you carry his children," he whispered, watching her with clear joy and satisfaction in his eyes. "You'll be the mommy of my kids and I'll make sure you're happy." He promised caressing her face with love as he bent down to kiss her again.

***

It wasn't until another month had passed that Yuna noticed a certain delay in her period and she started to get worried about it. Since Y/n had managed to convince her, he had managed to never have another orgasm that wasn't spent inside either her pussy or down her throat.

Y/n would make sure to caress her belly at least once a day, sometimes a fleeting touch, other times spending long minutes slowly stroking it as they laid in bed together after having sex.

She had come to love the way he would talk about the two of them starting a family with their children, about them marrying in some little church in the country and how he was going to make sure she would be happy for the rest of her life. Yuna loved the man deeply and Y/n poured on her all his love in return.

She wasn't as worried about the pregnancy test as she would have been a couple months before, not since Y/n had showed her that plans could be made so that she wouldn't have had to drop out of school because of a pregnancy. And after he had promised to help her out with their children if she was to have them before her graduation.

Still, the two red lines on the test made her legs tremble and Yuna had to sit down for a long minute before managing to do another one, just to be sure before she dared go tell Y/n and her mother.

The two adults were sitting on the couch in front of the TV as Yuna approached them slowly, desperately wanting to just go and sit on her stepfather's lap but not daring to be so open in front of her mother.

"There is something I should tell you about,” she started, catching their attention.

Y/n's eyes immediately travelled from her face to her belly before raising again to her face, a twinkle in his eyes and a slight impatient smile forming on his lips.

"What is it, dear?"

Yuna swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

Her mother gave her a shocked look, speechless, but Y/n got up from the couch to reach her and Yuna sighed, relaxing between his arms.

"It's okay, darling, you'll see, everything will be alright," he murmured, slowly stroking her back.

Yuna nodded, fighting the urge to react as if her mother wasn

"It's okay, darling, you'll see, everything will be alright," he murmured, slowly stroking her back.

Yuna nodded, fighting the urge to react as if her mother wasn't there. The man took her by the hand and led her with him to the couch, letting her sit on his lap as she had done a million times, still stroking her back, the image of a caring father worried about his pregnant daughter.

Somin was still speechless and slowly shook her head, watching her daughter as if she had never seen her before.

"Are you sure?" Somin croaked when she was able to talk again.

"Yes. Took two tests. And my period is late."

"Who is the father?" Somin mother asked, pretty sure she had never heard her daughter talk about a guy in her life.

That was a difficult question and Yuna blushed, biting down her lip. She knew perfectly well the lie they had chosen together, but it didn't make it easier to tell.

"I don't know," she murmured after a couple seconds. "It happened at a party- I didn't ask for his name," she explained, making an effort to not look at Y/n while saying it.

The man was proud of her and silently kept stroking her back while Somin made a shocked sound and jumped to her feet.

"Are you completely crazy? How could you do something like that- what were you even thinking?" Somin shouted.

Yuna leaned back, scared, and Y/n hugged her tightly against his chest.

"Somin, calm down," Y/n scolded her, irritated at seeing the woman react that way against Yuna. "Do you want to keep the baby?" he asked calmly, looking in the girl's eyes.

Yuna had to think about it just for a moment before nodding holding his gaze. "If it's alright to..." she whispered, almost fearing he would tell her he couldn't have been a part of it, but Y/n smiled tenderly and nodded.

"Of course that's alright. You'll see, everything will be alright," he reassured her while Somin threw her hands in the air.

"How, Y/n. What are we gonna do? Is there some way to find this guy?"

"I don't- I don't think so. I don't even want him, he was just-" Yuna stuttered, panicking a bit at the thought of her mother looking for her alleged one night stand and trying to make her marry him.

"It was just a one night stand, Somin," Y/n blurted, irritated at the same thought. "She didn't even ask for his name, do you think she wanted to start a family with him?"

"I don't know what she was thinking! I don't even think she was using her head!" Somin almost screamed. "Look at her, she's just a kid herself, still in school and without a father to her own kid! You have no idea how people treats teen moms!" she said the last part directly at Yuna, almost hoping she would change her mind.

Y/n though held the girl tighter. "She won't be a single mom, I'll take care of it."

"What do you mean?" Somin asked dumbfounded.

"I mean that I won't let her face this alone. She's a couple months away from being seventeen. Then she could get married with parental approval."

"To whom though? She doesn't even know who the father is."

"I could marry her," he said for the first time out loud in front of Somin and he heard Yuna gasp softly while Somin stood there, unmoving and looking at him as if he had gone completely crazy.

"I love her. Same as you do, really." He nodded, hoping the woman would think he meant just as a father. "She's my baby, Somin, I can't let her ruin her life trying to grow up a kid alone if I can be by her side. I could be the father to her baby." He spoke as if he was absolutely certain it could work. "She doesn't have to be alone, Somin. We could make a family and the kid would never found out about this whole party story."

There was an absolute silence in the living room after he was done talking. Yuna almost didn't even dare to breath, her gaze moving between the man she loved that had just asked for her hand in marriage to her mother somehow, and Somin who looked as if she was about to have a tic to her eye.

"Are you crazy?" Somin finally asked, voice pinched. "Are you kidding me? You can't marry my daughter!"

"She's not my daughter, though. Legally we could do it." He shrugged one shoulder.

"Yeah, but-"

"I want to." Yuna interjected in a hurry, derailing her mother's focus. "I want my baby to have his father by his side. Does it really matter if it's one guy or another? I just want someone who can love the baby and take care of us both. If I can have daddy I want daddy, please, mommy,” she pleaded. "Daddy is an amazing father to me and I just know he can be an amazing dad to our kids." She flushed, noticing how that could sound too close to home. "Not like Virgil," she added in a whisper, watching her mother grimace at the reminder to how her first husband had just disappeared from their lives without so much of a goodbye.

"Baby..." Somin murmured after a moment, watching her daughter under a new light.

She knew that the loss of her father had been hard on her daughter, especially since the man had told the girl he was just packing to go dump some things in a garage and she had felt cheated by life when she had found out the man had just ran away from the city looking for fortune somewhere else.

"This is a big decision, you don't have to take it just right now and then. Maybe you will find someone else. Someone more age appropriate," she tried to convince her, seeing as her partner was a good thirty years older than the girl.

Yuna though shook her head and watched the man she was sitting in the lap of with an infinitely tender gaze. "I want daddy."

Somin left them alone when it was clear that they were both set in their decision to get married and make sure the kid would think Y/n was his father. She had cried for her pregnant daughter and for her partner that was unceremoniously dumping her.

Worse thing was, Somin felt she couldn’t even get mad at him for his choice, since he had explained to her how he was doing it only to make sure Yuna would lead a happy life. At the same time in her opinion Yuna was still terribly innocent to think she could be happy in a marriage with an older man. But even if it was up to her to decide if her little girl could get married or not before her eighteenth birthday, she still felt as if they had let her few choices.

Even if something in the way they had looked at each other bothered her, but she chalked it up to the weirdness of the situation.

Alone with Yuna, Y/n finally smiled, relieved at the success of his plan, and gently caressed the girl’s face.

“I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle dressed in a white pretty dress…”

thanks to read my first fic 😁

#yuna #kpop smut #yuna smut #smut #male reader #itzy smut

[https-chaos]

I love in past prologue when Julian is like GUYS THE SPY TALKED TO ME and everyone else is like... yep because you're hot. Oh he """introduced himself""" predatorily? Shocker, truly. Can't imagine why. Certainly not that he's a flamboyant middle aged gay man and you're pretty, and 27, and a doctor to boot. Oh you think he wants Federation secrets from you? Do you even know any? No Julian it's because he wants to bone you with his lizard dick.

#chaos writes incomprehensible posts at 3am #ds9 #garashir

[hp-hcs]

on a slytherin high rn so I'd be interested to see your take on yandere enzo berkshire? (on his own or poly with mattheo or theodore because there's no such thing as too much of the theo's) or just any sort of enzo x male reader.

~yanxidarlings; why you should make your writing blog a primary blog (case study)

poly bc i love my theo boyos ☺️

i tried real hard on this one i swear, just none of my words are wording right 😭

really? nobody has a single request? 🤨🤲

detention — yandere! poly! lorenzo berkshire & yandere! poly! mattheo riddle & yandere! poly! theodore nott x male! hufflepuff! reader

TWs: possessive/obsessive/toxic behavior, referenced homophobia, implied past repeated homophobia, homophobic slur, implied past bullying, references to past violence, graphic threats of violence, sexual innuendos, implied sexual activities

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“…really, I don’t know what you were thinking. Here, this is the detenti- Mr. Riddle! Mr. Nott! Get off of those desks!” McGonagall scolded, snapping her fingers and casting a wandless spell that made them both fall off of their desks and safely into their chairs.

You hover awkwardly at the doorway of the classroom-turned-detention-room, feeling the sudden piercing eyes of three Slytherins on you.

McGonagall huffs in disappointment, pats your shoulder, and leaves without a word. The boys all share a look you can’t quite decipher.

“Well, well, well. What’ve we got here?” One of them drawls, putting his feet up on his desk and crossing them at the ankle. “A pretty-boy Hufflepuff got in trouble?”

You rock back and forth on your feet, biting your lip nervously.

“Aww, he’s nervous,” another Slytherin cooed patronizingly. “What’s wrong, little badger? Afraid of a few snakes?”

The first boy stands up, sauntering over to you with an obnoxious smirk. He holds his hand out for you to shake.

“Mattheo Riddle, darling.”

You slowly take his hand and shake it, your grip loose.

“Nice to meet you,” you say softly. “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” the second boy purrs, joining the first, Mattheo. “Lovely name for a lovely boy. I’m Theodore, sweetheart.”

You swallow thickly, the two taller boys standing over you.

“Leave ‘im alone, guys,” the last boy speaks up. “I’m calling dibs.”

“W-what?” You squeak, your eyes darting between the three as they all share another wordless look.

“Come along, little badger,” Theodore grins widely, predatorily, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “We don’t bite.”

“Unless you ask us to,” Mattheo adds on, joining your other side and wrapping an arm around your waist.

Your cheeks burn with the innuendo and all of the attention. “Er…no, I’m alright. Thank you.”

“If you ever change your mind…” Mattheo shrugs, leaving the offer unspoken.

The third boy finally stands up, swatting away Mattheo and Theodore. They both, surprisingly, acknowledge him and step away from you.

“Ignore these idiots,” he says fondly. “They think only with their dicks and never their brains.”

The Theos™ immediately break out into loud protests at the accusation. The third Slytherin rolls his eyes.

“I’m Lorenzo, but most people call me Enzo.”

“What do you call yourself?” You ask, voice still soft and almost getting lost in the clamor of the two other boys.

“What?”

“You told me what people call you…but what do you call yourself?”

He blinks.

“Uh, Lorenzo, I guess.”

You nod. “Lovely to meet you, Lorenzo.”

“I have a feeling that it’s lovelier meeting you, Y/N.”

~~~ “So why did you get detention?” Theodore asks, looking up at you from where he lays on the floor of the library, the spot you four had chosen to further converse at after your sentence was served. “You don’t seem like the type to really do…anything wrong.”

You wince, closing your book and relaxing further into the comfortable couch. “I uh, tried to ask this guy to Hogsmeade this weekend-” The boys all sit up at this, a dark look passing over each of their faces. “-but he uh…did not reciprocate,” you laugh humorlessly, running your fingers along your orbital bone.

They can barely see it—it’s still too early—but a definite bruise is starting to form. It’s going to turn into a hell of a black eye by tomorrow.

“He hit you?” Theodore asks, his voice low.

You shrug. “Comes with the territory of being the uh, ‘Puff Poof’, as they call me.”

“Creative. Put a lot of work into that one.”

“Tell me about it,” you grumble.

“Wait, how did you get in trouble then? If you were the one who got beat up in the first place?” Mattheo asks, his face scrunched up in confusion.

“Oh, I called Dumbledore a uh…‘batshit crazy abuser with a sanctimonious attitude and a god complex’. As it turns out, he did not like that.”

They all stare at you for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Holy shit.”

“Talk about misjudging someone, damn.”

Your laughter eventually dies off and the conversation comes back around.

“So, Y/N, uh, what was this guy’s name?” Lorenzo asks sweetly, innocently. “Just..curious, is all.”

You huff, rolling your eyes. “Cormac McLaggen.”

They all collectively grimace.

“I know, okay? No need to rub it in.”

“You have terrible taste,” Mattheo scowls. “Asking out fucking McLaggen when we’re right here.”

“Yeah, don’t need to worry about him anymore, sweetheart,” Theodore says, sitting up from his spot on the floor and moving over to settle between your thighs and rest his chin on your knee. “We’re enough, aren’t we?”

Your cheeks burn at their words.

~~~ “What’re you all doing, bringing a Puff in here?” A fourth year jeers as the boys lead you through the Slytherin common room to the dorm they all share.

Theodore stares at the kid with his dead eyes; unnerving to everyone in the common room.

“If you even so much as look at him again, I’ll carve your eyes out in your sleep.”

The threat comes not from Theodore, but Lorenzo.

You gape, bewildered, as Lorenzo leads you down the hall, humming to himself like nothing happened.

“Same goes for you, you know,” Mattheo leans down to murmur in your ear. “Don’t even think about looking at another boy, got that, lovely?”

You reach their dorm and are roughly pulled inside, the door being slammed shut behind you all. Theodore pushes you up against the wall, pinning you in place.

“Ours, understand?”

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written for @idkanygoodusernamesblog. blitzø x afab/fem reader. it was supposed to be quick and easy, but it morphed into a 1.7k monster. blitzø finds out you're a virgin and offers to help you out.

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"Look, if this is your kink, you can just say it, sugartits,” Blitzø quips casually, an eyebrow raised and an annoyingly familiar smirk in place as he studies you. He has a drink in hand and he lounges back against the arm of the couch, all swagger and self-assuredness. “Let that freak-ass flag of yours fly.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks flushed with heat as you set your glass back on the coffee table in front of you. You should have known agreeing to get drunk with the imp was a stupid idea. You were far too honest when drunk. “It’s not a kink.”

He blinks at you for a moment, blinks again. Then he bursts in raucous laughter.

“You’re fuckin’ serious?!” he crows incredulously. “You died a virgin?!”

“Shut the fuck up, Blitzø.”

“How the shit did that even happen?” he continues, undaunted by your tone. “You are way too fuckable to not get dicked down on the reg.”

You sigh, forcing a shrug despite the way his comment sends a thrill through you. “It’s not that complicated, dude. It just… never happened, alright?”

Blitzø’s smirk widens into something more devious. His tail twitches almost predatorily, and you feel the spade of it brush against your thigh. You were wearing a dress, and the feel of it, even briefly, against your bare skin sets goosebumps along your flesh. “Want to fix that?”

“Don’t be a dick, Blitzø.”

“No, I’m offering you my dick, sweetness,” he replies, his eyes travelling over you in a way that makes you press your thighs together. It’s a tiny movement, but from the way his eyes flick back to your face and his smile twitches wider, you know he noticed it. He shifts in his seat, leaning towards you. You see his gaze drop to the swell of your breasts for a moment, his pupils dilating. “I can show you what you’ve been missin’, and you get to experience some top-shelf quality fucking at the same time.”

You swallow, nerves and something that makes your exhalation shudder rising inside you. “What makes you think I’d be interested in—”

Blitzø runs a hand up your knee, pushing it aside until he can move to knee between your thighs. His claws graze along your skin and you shiver. “I’ve got fifty bucks that says you’re dripping wet right now.”

You scoff. “Oh, yeah, because I’m just gonna—”

The imp’s mouth meets yours hungrily, your voice catching in a squeak as he pushes you back against the arm of the couch. His kiss is rough but his lips are surprisingly soft, and you find yourself reaching up to take his face in your hands. You can feel Blitzø’s smirk against your lips, feel his hand claim your hip, and when you whimper, he slides his tongue into your mouth.

Heat floods through every inch of you to pool in your lower stomach, and you arch up under his touch as his hand brushes up along your waist. One of your hands moves up to touch the spikes between his horns and Blitzø groans in response, his teeth graze your bottom lip.

“Fuck…” he chuckles against your lips, and you whine as his mouth moved down over the side of your neck. His hands squeeze your thighs and spread them wider, and your breathing shakes as he sucks what you would later swear is a possessive mark into the side of your throat.

You fumble with his shirt and he pulls away to take it off, his eyes closing briefly as you reach up to run your fingers over the scars coloring his side. Then his mouth is on yours again his hands tearing the buttons down the front of your dress. When they’re undone he spreads the fabric apart, and you flush under his gaze as he lets it travel down over your body.

“Satan’s balls, you’re like a wet dream.”

You laugh despite yourself and he grins widely, cupping your breast in his hand. You moan, pressing into his touch as he squeezes.

“Christ, that sound is going straight to my dick.” Blitzø groans, lowering himself over to you to run his tongue over a lace-covered nipple and down over your shuddering stomach. His claws curl around your inner thighs. “Now, you remember my name, don’t ya, sugar?”

“Wh— of course I do!”

“Good,” he says, all cocksure smirk and hooded eyes as you hear the obnoxious sound of your underwear being torn away from your body. He spreads your legs wider, his eyes on yours as he hesitates just above where you suddenly need him the most. “’Cause you’re about to have a real strong urge to start screamin’ for ‘God’, but he’s got nothin’ to do with how fuckin’ good you’re about to feel.”

You don’t even have time to roll your eyes before his tongue is on your clit and you moan. He snickers, pulling away long enough to comment, “Heh, I fuckin’ knew you were wet.”

Despite his humor he works you apart slowly, reveling in the way your head falls back against the arm of the couch and the way your hips rise up to push against his mouth. His hands smooth over your hips, thumbs brushing soothing circles against your pelvis as he teases your clit.

“Blitzø…” you whimper his name and he slides a finger into you, sucking on your clit as you grind against his face.

“Damn fuckin’ right,” he mutters proudly against your cunt, flicking his forked tongue over your swollen clit. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”

“So fucking good…” you whine and when he laughs you take hold of his horns and force his face back between your legs. His laugh turns to one of pride, and he rewards you with another finger and the teasing of his tongue against your clit. “Fuck, Blitzø…”

He pulls away slowly, almost reluctantly, teeth digging into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh before he climbs back up your body. “Well, aren’t you just the sweetest little thing when you wanna cum?” he teases, his fingers still asking a lazy pace inside you. “Wanna beg me for it?”

“Prick,” you spit out even as your eyes roll back.

“’Atta girl.” he snickers, taking hold of the hand you have clenched around the couch cushion and leading it between his legs. Your palm cups the bulge straining against his jeans and he groans, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you dare to squeeze.

“You ready for this?” He kisses you before you can answer, and you taste yourself on his tongue. You jerk beneath him as his thumb touches your clit. “Tell me you want it, baby. Tell me you want my cock in your sweet little cunt.”

You nod eagerly, pulling him down into another kiss that’s all tongue and heavy breath. When you speak its against his lips. “Please.”

You hear the clink of his belt and when he presses his cock into you its slowly, every inch given to you in agonizing increments. You arch up under him, one hand clutching at his arm as he fills you, his face falling to the crook of your neck.

“Holy tits, you feel good…” he mutters into your skin, lips and teeth grazing your collarbone. He pauses when he bottoms out inside you, the full size of him creating an intoxicating ache between your thighs as he stretches you further open. “Shiiiiit….”

He doesn’t move until he feels you rock your hips beneath his, taking up a pace that you could almost consider careful, sliding almost all the way out of you before thrusting back in. Its steady and its infuriatingly slow but every press of his hips into yours makes your breath hitch and your fingers flex against his shoulders. You can feel his tail wind itself around your calf, feel the heat of his breath against your throat.

“How’s it feel, sugar?” he asks even as he groans his own pleasure, a crease in his brow. “You ready to start screaming yet?”

You attempt to swallow back a moan but it breaks in your throat, coming out as a plea for harder.

Blitzø grins and obliges, kissing you again as his hips almost slam into yours. This time you do moan aloud, breaking away from his mouth to throw your head back. You wrap your legs around him, forcing him to thrust deeper, to graze against that sweet spot inside you with every press forward, and when he does you cum, loudly and with his name on your lips.

Blitzø fucks you like that until you can feel tears in your eyes and your thighs are shaking, each new orgasm announced with your voice calling out his name. When he touches your clit you curse and tighten around him so much that his eyes roll back, and Blitzø cums too, swearing into your chest.

Unable to roll off you on the couch – you lost your virginity on his couch – he slides out of you slowly and shakily pushes himself up into a kneel between your thighs, slumping against the back of the couch.

He chuckles, wiping a hand over his face. “Fuckin’ told ya you’d be screaming my name.”

You shove him away with you knee and his laughter doubles. He catches hold of your thigh, smirking in satisfaction as your flesh twitches from overstimulation. You smile despite yourself, your breathing unsteady. “Asshole.”

“You want me to fuck that too?” he shoots back cockily. “I’d say we need lube but you’re so wet we can—“

You push yourself up and grab him around the back of his neck, jerking him down into a kiss. He relaxes into it, and you feel his hand ghost over your thigh and up to your waist.

“Blitzø.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.”

He grins, and you shudder as he grazes his fingers over the mark he left on your thigh. “Gotcha.”

#i tried to make it gentle like you wanted while still making it... blitzø #he's hard to write and i hope this feels in character #blitzo x reader #blitzo #blitz x reader #blitzø x reader #blitzø #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #my fic #blitz posting #blitz fic

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Oh hor hor you do threesomes ey? Corruption kink is it? With jake and tonowari please like reader is getting her first heat and coincidentally the two fine men are there to help because they're such gentlemen 🤭

Babyyyy the fact that you read my request guidelines>>>> 🤭🤭🤭

Oh, such gentlemen. Obviously it's an act of pure altruism from the kindest corner of their hearts 🤭🤭🤭😩😩😩

Also, to the nonnie who sent this: baby, it was a CHALLENGE to get through this like I had to actually take breaks cus I kept blushing and getting all hot and bothered ongggg 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

I was half-high on vape while I wrote this, so sorry if there are mistakes 🙃

Tonowari and Jake had always been hyper aware of your scent. The slightest whiff of it had both of them keeling over as they yearned to fill you, to fuck you. But lately, your scent had been driving them wild. It had grown sweeter, thicker, more alluring than usual. Both men didn't know what it was, they just tried to keep themselves under control because, for fuck's sake, they were almost fifteen years older than you. You, at the ripe age of 23, an innocent little thing, and both of them watching you predatorily, as if wanting to hunt you down and just eat your pussy out.

It was almost too coincidental to be funny when Jake and Tonowari are in the Olo'eyktan's marui, talking about you and how your scent has been oddly...igniting lately, when you just show up.

Hair soaked from the ocean, droplets dripping down your pretty skin, your necklaces all disarrayed, eyes wide and ears folded back. You looked half-scared, half...well, half-desperate.

You sign I See you to both men before saying, “Tonowari, I fear something is wrong.”

The Olo'eyktan stands, towering over you, almost double your size with his broad shoulders and huge arms. “What's happened?” he asks, eyeing you, wondering if maybe you're hurt.

Your eyes flicker over to Jake before you look back at Tonowari, and you look almost shy to say it.

“Come on, sweet,” Jake says, standing up and approaching you. He grabs your face in one of his hands and caresses your cheek, pushing a few strands of hair off your face. “You know you can talk to me, too.”

You nod, cheeks blushing, ears folding back and eyes growing wide. “I, uh...there's something wrong with me,” you tell them. “I feel all weird, all...” You blush even more and drop your eyes to the floor, ashamed.

Jake pushes your chin up, cooing, “It's okay, girl. Just tell us, and we'll help you.”

“It's all hot,” you whimper, embarrassed, as you stare at both enormous, horrifyingly attractive men.

“Hot where?” Tonowari asks, his eyes on yours, scanning your flushed face.

You swallow, closing your eyes as you place one of your hands on your pussy, cupping it, right where it burns like it's on fire.

Both men exchange knowing looks. So that's what the scent is. You're in heat.

Jake is the first to react. He chuckles lowly, quietly, as he says, “I've got good news for you, sweetheart. It's nothin' serious. Can be cured in about...forty five minutes?” He turns to Tonowari, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

Tonowari gets the hint with ease. “Maybe an hour,” he replies, smirking.

You open your eyes, hopeful, and say, “Really?”

“Really, really,” Jake replies, playing with the pretty beads in your hair.

“How do I make it go away?” you ask, eyes wide, full of relief.

“Oh, you can't make it go away on your own,” Tonowari tells you, shaking his head. “You need someone to help you.”

You frown, confused, and ask, “Who?”

Jake laughs softly. “Us, baby,” he says, signaling at Tonowari and then at himself. “We can help it go away.”

“Would you like us to?” Tonowari questions, smiling at you.

You nod eagerly. “Yes. Of course, I want your help, Olo'eyktan,” you say—to both of them.

“Good,“ Jake says, nodding at the center of the marui, where a small mat is spread. “Lie down on the ground, kid.”

You do as asked, lying yourself on your back, and Jake throws Tonowari a triumphant look. Tonowari smiles in return, and then both men are kneeling at your feet.

Tonowari caresses your calf, while Jake bends your knees and plants your feet on the ground. He spreads your legs and you blush, avoiding eye contact with either.

Tonowari's hand crawls higher up, past your knee, to your thigh, and then he reaches the thin string of your loincloth. He undoes it with ease and removes it, tossing the item aside.

Jake's eyes fall on your pussy. Swollen and soaked, your juices staining your inner thighs, dripping down your throbbing folds. He holds back a groan at the sight, his cock jerking under his loincloth as the scent of your cunt hits him.

Tonowari smells your heat, and it makes his eyes flutter shut, his ears folding back.

“Goddamn,” Jake grunts.

“You poor little pup,” Tonowari says. “You should've come to us sooner, flower.”

You murmur something incoherent along the lines of I'm sorry, but say nothing else.

Jake licks his lips as one of his hands moves to your pussy, his fingers pressing down on your clit. You gasp at the sensation, eyes snapping to his face, and he grins. “This where it hurts, darlin'?”

“Mhmm,” you reply, nodding, and Jake tosses Tonowari a look.

“Help me, would you?” he asks the Metkayina, smirking, and nods at your pussy.

“It would be my pleasure,” Tonowari replies, moving one of his huge hands to your folds, pushing a thick finger into your sopping entrance.

“Her pleasure, actually,” Jake chuckles, and Tonowari smirks.

At the feel of both of their hands on you, you moan softly, hips rolling against their touch. Tonowari curls his finger inside you while Jake draws slow, precise circles on your clit. The ache within you lessens a tad, sweet relief washing over your body.

Tonowari can't believe how lucky he is. Touching you like this. Do you even know what's happening? he wonders. Do you understand what they're doing? Probably not. You're young and naive and innocent, and it drives him insane.

Jake watches your face, the way you sigh softly, the way your voice hitches with the pleasure. He glances over at Tonowari and says, “Think you can add another finger inside?”

Tonowari smirks. “She's wet enough,” he confirms before sliding his ring finger in along with his middle one. It makes you jolt, your hand falling to his wrist, and for a moment, both men think you're going to stop them. Instead, you try to force Tonowari's fingers deeper inside you, trying to hit that spot that aches in your womb.

“Need more!” you gasp, his bucking up in search of more friction. “Need more, please!”

Jake grins. “Not enough?” he questions, knowing full well only being stuffed full of cock will take the ache away.

“No,” you whine in response, shaking your head. “Need more!”

Tonowari pulls his fingers out of you as Jake moves his hands to your hips to pull you up. He flips you over, placing you on all fours as Tonowari moves to kneel in front of your face.

You glance up at him, your eyes wide and darkened with lust, quietly begging him to help you.

Jake kneels behind you, removing his loincloth, and he runs the tip of his cock between your folds. You gasp and shudder, trying to glance over your shoulder to see what he's doing, but one of Tonowari's hands grabs your face to keep you from glancing back.

“Eyes on me, pup,” he orders as he smirks down at you.

Jake watches your pussy, how your slick coats the thick head of his cock, and then he meets Tonowari's gaze. With his nod of approval, Jake pushes into you, his cock sliding all the way to your cervix.

You gasp, the sensation foreign and exciting, and you look up at Tonowari through your eyelashes, wordlessly asking what to do.

Tonowari smiles. “I got a job f'r you, pup,” he tells you, removing his loincloth, exposing his thick, hardened cock to you. “You think you can fit me in that pretty mouth 'f yours?”

You swallow, nodding, as you open your mouth. Tonowari traces your plump lips with the bulbous head of his cock before sliding it into your mouth. His heavy cock presses against your tongue and the roof of your mouth, making you feel like you're choking, and you gag at the sensation.

“That's it,” Jake says as he digs his fingers into your hips, dying to rut into you. “Taking his cock so well, honey.”

You groan, the sound muffled by Tonowari's enormous girth, and then Jake slowly pulls out of you only to push back in. You gasp, the sound barely audible since you've got your mouth full.

“Yeah, that's good,” Tonowari huffs. “Wouldn't want you bein' all loud f'r everyone around to hear, huh?”

Jake chuckles, thrusting into you at a controlled pace, allowing your pussy to mold to his size before he increases his ruts.

You mewl, your spit coating Tonowari's cock, dribbling down your chin. You can taste Tonowari, the salty precum dripping from his tip landing right on your tongue, and it makes you weak in the knees.

Tonowari just watches you, his ears folded back, his teeth bared in pleasure as he slowly fucks your face. His eyes are trained on the way his cock slips in and out of your mouth, in the way you gag around him. He's drunk on the feeling of his tip pressing against the back of your throat, and on the way your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Jake spanks your ass, the sound reverberating around the marui, and you squeal, making Tonowari grunt. Your pussy clenches around Jake's cock, and he smirks up at Tonowari, who throws his head back in ecstasy.

“Look at you, so pretty,” Jake groans, licking his lips, his hands splaying over your ass and spreading you. “Feel better, hon?” he asks, his thumb gliding across your skin to caress over your asshole.

You jolt at the sensation, hips jerking forward before you press back, searching for more friction. Jake smirks. He spits on your asshole before gently pushing his finger into you, making you mewl.

Your sounds send vibrations up Tonowari's cock, and he grunts, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging. You cry as he forces himself deeper down your throat, making tears form at the corners of your eyes as you gag again.

Jake starts rutting into you, his balls slapping against your sensitive folds and clit, making you gasp. “Goddamn,” he groans as you suck him in, pussy and ass tight around him. “You're too fuckin' amazin', kid.”

“She really fucking is, huh?” Tonowari agrees, fucking your face.

Tears fall down your eyes, the pleasure growing inside you, clawing at your insides. Your lips are swollen from sucking Tonowari's cock, cunt raw from Jake's thrusts. You mewl, arching your back, making Jake's cock drag against a spongy spot within you that makes you whimper.

Jake gasps softly, sinking his thumb as deep as it can go, his hips slamming into yours. Fuck, this has to be one of the best days of his life.

In front of you, Tonowari is slowly losing his mind, hips rutting against your face, your nose meeting his lower abdomen each time he thrusts into you, and his balls slap on your drool-covered chin.

The combination of sensations has you dizzy, frenzied by how intense it is. The pleasure within you feels like a living creature that purrs and begs to be released. It claws at your womb, the ache lessening but not quite disappearing. You can feel it growing, taking over your entire body, and you feel as if you're going to die from its ferocity.

You tighten around Jake, clenching his cock, and you moan against Tonowari. Both men can tell you're close, and it only spurs them on more.

“Come on, sweet,” Jake encourages, groaning at the way your warm, wet pussy squeezes his cock. “We're gonna make you feel better, okay? Just a while more.”

Tonowari is panting, hips stuttering, as he feels his own orgasm nearing.

You moan and whimper, the pleasure within you too much, the sensation of being so full driving you to the edge.

The creature within you grows feral, spreading inside you, making you see stars, and then your orgasm crashes over you. You gasp, crying out, the sound quieted by Tonowari's cock as you come.

Jake grunts, feeling your release gush around him, and then he's coming as well. His thick load spills into you, making you gasp at the sensation. And then Tonowari is coming too, his seed spurting down your throat, making you gag.

As all three of you come down from your highs, Tonowari pulls his cock out of your mouth and traces your swollen lips with his thumb. “You okay, pup?” he asks you.

You nod, still gasping for breath. “'m okay.”

Jake pulls his cock and his thumb out of you, watching his come dribble out. “You did so well for us, sweet,” he tells you, softly caressing your ass. “So fuckin' good.”

Panting, you question, “Is it going to go away now? Will it stop hurting?”

Jake smirks. “It might hurt in a little while, love. But we'll be ready to help you again.”

Tonowari chuckles. “This time, I'll take her from the back,” he announces.

Jake grins. “Fine by me. I'll get to see her pretty eyes stare up at me while she sucks my cock.”

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Right Kind of Wrong (13)

She never thought she would be involved in a murder investigation and encounter her one-night-stand again, the awkward guy who isn’t exactly that good in bed—Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong… But as he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Part Summary: Seeking pleasure leads them down an unforeseen path. wc: 4k

Part Warnings: 18+ explicit content including handcuffs, overstimulation, dom spence, very rough unprotected sex, and angst. So much angst.

a/n: this part is supposed to be jarring, but it is still consensual, it's just... ill-timed?

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

THERE WAS NOTHING GENTLE ABOUT HIS TOUCH. The moment the cool metal clasped around her wrist there was a subtle change in his demeanor.

There was something foreign about him. Something rough, something rugged, something very different from the soft and warm gestures his hands held every time he touched her. All she could feel now was hot, scorching heat that had her body burning for more.

To think this was the same guy who stuttered the first time they met was bewildering. It was unsettling, even, at how the difference was so jarring. Although she had seen him drown himself in his own anger and frustration, she had never felt it until now. It was exhilarating and nerve-racking at the same time, even when she was the one who had offered herself to him.

"You're nervous," he pointed out, his gaze dropping down towards her wrist.

"No," she blurted before she could stop the lie.

His eyes narrowed just the smallest fraction. Spencer could feel what was left of his rationale was dissipating before his very eyes. He swallowed hard, the Adams of his apple bobbing as his gaze met hers. He wet his lips with one swipe of his tongue.

"You should be."

And then he yanked her, jolting her without warning. He guided her towards the bed, pushed her onto the soft mattress, and soon came to kneel beside her. Her heart hammered against her chest as he lifted the cuffs, effectively pulling her hand up above her before he grabbed onto her other wrist. It wasn't until she heard a clear snap that she realized he had tied both of her hands to one of her bedposts.

The clink of the handcuffs jingling above her head was making a steady rhythm as she tried to wiggle her way out from their cold grasp. The steel bit into her soft flesh, clinging to her wrists with a vice-like grip. A whine escaped her as he backed away, taking in the sight of her, exposed and naked right at his mercy.

Shamelessly and almost predatorily, Spencer's eyes raked over every inch of her body. Her trembling lips, throat swallowing as little whimpers escaped her mouth. Her heaving chest with every labored breath as the muscles on her stomach tensed, goosebumps decorating her skin. And then came the best part of it all, his eyes rested right between her thighs where her heat shimmered with her arousal.

She gulped beneath his gaze. Every limb of her was threatening to jolt off the mattress at any given second, every sense and every nerve alert and on edge. Every bated breath of hers was on tenterhooks. Was this fear? Some part of it felt like it. But the other part? The whole other part that had her feeling breathless as he climbed onto the bed, his hands dropping down onto her bare legs before spreading them apart?

That was definitely lust.

There was a moment of quiet, the air thick with tension and anticipation, as he gazed at her, before he crashed his lips against hers, grabbing her hair to yank her head back, his other hand gently cradling the side of her neck.

The kiss was messy. His lips moved desperately against hers, tongues colliding almost hungrily as if he had been craving her taste this whole time. And maybe he did, after what they had been through—every frustration, every anger—he longed to devour her again. And she tasted just as good, even fucking better, and there was nothing in the world that could stop him from earning what he desired.

His lips moved down her jaw, nipping and kissing down her throat before feeling her move. "Stop squirming," he huffed impatiently, licking a hot, wet stripe down her neck and biting down on the skin at her collarbone.

A soft gasp escaped her. Who was this man? There was something so primal about him. Something that drilled right down to her core. Something dirty, filthy. Something animalistic. Something raw.

Her breath was then caught in her throat as his lips moved lower and she helplessly watched his tongue slip out, licking partway down her cleavage. She whined when his fingers grazed her breasts, his large palms squeezing them as his teeth nipped at her skin.

Almost instinctively, her hands once again pulled at the restraint, desperate to touch him in return, but she couldn't move. It was torture. To crave him yet not have the power to do so, and it wasn't even more torture that all she could do was merely watch.

Her breathing became harsher when he lowered his head and ever so gently, his tongue slid out, circling her nipple. The light touch felt so damn good that her head fell back against the headboard, eyelids closing. He released her nipple from his mouth, a smug smirk on his mouth as his other hand deftly slipped her other breast, pinching the stiffening peak between his fingers as he gazed back at her.

"Are you going to listen now?" He hummed, his breath brushing against her skin. "Are you going to understand how reckless you were?"

"I..." she breathed out, trying to control the pleasure taking over her body. "I wasn't reckless."

He tugged onto her nipple, earning a loud cry from her. "Wrong answer." And then his thumb brushed over it again, soothing the pain he had caused while his mouth closed around the other bud.

Her eyes drifted down to where his tongue lapped around her hard peak—sucking, nipping, grazing it softly between his teeth. She became acutely aware of how aroused she was getting even in this position. Never in her life had she ever considered being bounded and manhandled by a man, yet here she was, restrained to her bedpost with her legs wide apart.

Spencer could feel her body shaking, and he also noticed the way her legs grew further apart the more he continued to suck on her breast. His hand tugged onto her nipple one last time before it trailed down her stomach, past her hips, and stopped right at the center of her heat.

One stroke of his finger between her folds was all it took for her to buck her hips forward, eagerly begging for his attention. She could feel the smile on her skin as he continued to explore the wetness pooling between her thighs. "You'll listen to me now."

And then she felt two of his fingers plunging into her without warning, without mercy. They thrust into her at a mind-numbing pace that had her gasping for air, mouth wide open as she arched off the bed.

She wasn't sure how long his fingers moved inside her, although she was certain she was going to reach her high sooner than expected. He must have noticed it too because he let out a low grunt while her walls clenched around him. His mouth closed over her nipple once again and he began to suck frivolously, leaving wet marks across her already damp skin.

And then he curled his fingers, and she was gone. She screamed, the familiar sensation taking over her body while he continued to thrust his fingers into her, ramming them so quickly while he leaned back, his eyes training on the sight before him. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth hanging open, her chest heaving in quick breaths, her nipples hard and wet from his assault, and then there were his fingers buried deep inside her, her slick arousal coating every inch of his hand.

He slowed down his movements and felt her slowly relaxing, which was something he didn't approve of. He felt an insidious pull, an irresistible gravity that threatened to drag him into a sinister longing, something so out of character that it sent shivers down his spine.

He knew he shouldn't succumb to this desire, that it was something he would regret. But in that moment, he couldn't help it. The darkness within him surged, and he found himself moving closer to her as he whispered, "One."

Her eyes flickered with slight confusion, but it quickly left as he adjusted himself on the bed, her eyes briefly catching sight of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants before he lowered himself to the bed.  The moment she knew what he was doing, her walls tightened in anticipation around his fingers. And then his mouth was just barely on her clit, his plump lips grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves as his hot breath washed over her. Instantly her hands tugged against the restraints, a moan flying out of her.

"Stop moving," he grunted, before pressing his tongue flatly against her clit and lapping at the small bulb gently, occasionally lowering his tongue lower to lap her arousal that continued to flow, lewd sounds leaving his lips.

His movements were suddenly fast, so feral and animalistic as he shamelessly lapped her skin, swallowing every liquid dripping off her body. Tears brimmed the corner of her eyes as she felt his thick fingers pumping in and out of her at a rate that was sending her closer and closer to her second climax.

It wasn't really the stimulation of his tongue and fingers that had her tethering over the edge, although they did play a big role in the familiar pull building in her stomach, but it was the sight of him between her thighs. The way his soft curls framed his face, a few strands of them sticking onto his forehead from all the sweat. The way his mouth closed around her clit, sucking onto the sensitive bud so hard she could hear the mess her body was making.

And there was his eyes. They held a molten mix of desire and longing, bore into her soul, igniting a fire within her. They held an unmistakable hunger, like a predator fixated on its prey. She couldn't help but be drawn into the intoxicating pull of his lustful gaze, a magnetic force that left her shattering, the intensity of the pleasure finally consuming her body once again.

Her thighs quivered around his face, her stomach coiling as he moaned and tasted her, swallowing every last drop of her scent. Pleasure enveloped her like a sensuous embrace, causing a delicious, tingling sensation to ripple through her body. Her wrists tugged onto the metal link binding her but there was nothing she could do, so she surrendered herself to the all-encompassing ecstasy that consumed her body, leaving her breathless and utterly lost in this blissful chaos.

It wasn't until she felt him slowing down that she focused her attention back on him, panting heavily as she tried to ease her breathing. He then pulled away, his fingers slipping out of her with a squelch, and sat up.

"Two."

It was then she realized what he meant. Two orgasms. He was counting how many times he could make her fall apart.

"H-How much are you going to give me?" She asked in a soft whisper.

"As much as it takes for you to listen."

She was listening. Maybe not in the way he wanted her to, because let's be honest, an hour walking around without protection wasn't that bad. But she was listening to something else— his breath hitching every time his eyes caressed her body, the sound of the metal cuffs hitting the bedpost, and the rustle of clothes as his hand traveled down his body.

There was something about the way he sighed as he did it, about the way he reached down his heavy belt clinked, and opened his pants, she could barely handle the anticipation of what was to come. Pulling off his pants in a hurried manner, she noticed the wetness that stained his boxers. His painfully erect member stood proudly as he pulled it out, and he had no time to waste on the pleasantries—he ached to be inside of her as soon as he possibly could.

"You said I could use you?" He taunted, positioning himself right between her legs. "Should’ve been careful what you asked for."

She let out a gasp as he pushed her body into the mattress, ramming into her in one go. Her whole body throbbed with the way his cock stretched her, goosebumps decorating her skin as she pant eagerly. His hands clutched themselves onto her waist before he began to shallowly thrust himself into her, the wet slick glistening down her thighs and gushing further, coating his pelvis entirely.

His hands roamed down her body before stopping at the back of her thighs, pushing her legs down to her chest as he loomed above her, hips slamming against hers sloppily. A desperate plea fell from her lips as her eyes rolled in the back of her head and he groaned, pushing her body even further as he thrust harder, deeper, faster. The restraints around her wrist felt like they burned the raw skin where she had been struggling against his movements, her body jolting as another wave of pleasure ran through her body.

"Three," she squealed, legs tightening on either of his sides.

Then she spasmed, crying out loud at the sensation traveling along her core. The way her body shook only heightened his senses, and he couldn't help it when his hand fell between them, his thumb brushing over her sensitive clit in quick motions.

"Oh my god," she gasped, trying to squirm away from his assault. "S-Stop."

"Why?" He grunted, slowing down his thrusts yet picking up the speed of his thumb on her clit. "I'm simply using you, just like you asked me to."

He then wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned in closer. "I think I can give you another one."

Eyes locking with hers, he drew his slick-stained cock all the way out of her, just until his tip remained—before pushing back in, hard and fast, earning a loud cry from her. The mix of hurt and pleasure was dangerous, yet it was a welcomed warning that hummed through her body as the speed of his thrusts picked up again.

She slowly looked up at him, and in true honesty, he was a such sight to see. That look in his eyes was unforgettable, the strain on his face as he drove himself into her over and over. The curve of his cock stretched her in a way she had never felt before, and his thrusts were so aggressive it was getting too overwhelming. It was all-consuming as her whole body burned from the way his cock slammed into her, each thrust filling her walls until she was nothing but a whining mess.

"S-Spence." She whimpered through pouty lips, and she wasn't sure if he could even hear her when he sent her a drowsy look before his lips were on hers, tongue-twisting past her lips as he started a pace that was just as quick and ruthless as the last, perhaps even more. She was exhausted, her body was so heavy, and every grind of his cock made something ache deep in her abdomen.

A surprised gasp fell out of her mouth as one of his reached out round her throat with a light pressure. She moaned in response, offering her neck to him further. He let out a grunt before his hips continued their delicious movements, her head rolling even further back along the headboard, not even caring it was repeatedly smacking lightly into the wood behind her. She was too focused on his cock throbbing inside of her and that warm hand on her neck gently choking her.

Before she knew it, her eyes were momentarily rolling back, a moan building in her throat as her orgasm began to consume her. His hips rammed more enthusiastically into her, his hand tightening around her neck. "Four," Spencer announced between battered breaths, his own voice sounding strained. "Come with me."

She cried out, hands tugging at her restraints. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to reach out and run her hands over his back, but the cuff bit harshly into her wrists, holding her back in conjunction with his hand on her throat. The moment his deep, pleasure-filled rumble filled the bedroom at her struggles, she came hard on his cock at the same time he came undone. His body brutally crushed her as she felt his warmth seeping deep inside of her, her own body shuddering against his.

When her climax had washed over her, she was left dizzy and breathless. She slumped against the headboard, arms going slack against the cuffs. His loud panting breaths quickly filled her ears, then very abruptly he slipped his cock out from inside of her, his arms releasing their hold on her just as fast.

She watched as carefully got off the bed and in one quick motion, he zipped himself back into his pants, breath still heavy as he did. And while he did all that, she noticed he was oddly silent. He still remained silent as he maneuvered around to the side of her on the bed, reaching behind her before he pulled out a small key from the back of his pocket.

With a deliberate and practiced motion, he inserted the key into the small keyhole of the cuff, the tiny teeth of the key fitting perfectly. As the metal link opened and slid off her wrist, her skin underneath revealed the deep imprints left by the restraints, red lines encircling her wrists.

The room was filled with a heavy, unnerving stillness as she studied him, noticing the way his eyes were trained on her hands. He studied the bruises forming on her wrists. It was a visual reminder of the harm he had unintentionally inflicted, a stark testament to the damage done during what was supposed to be something intimate. The moment he stepped back and looked away, a heavyweight formed in her gut.

"I shouldn't have done that," he said, voice oddly quiet.

"What?" She asked, gently sitting up.

"I shouldn't have done that," he repeated. "That—that was so wrong. I..." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I was too rough."

Her eyes narrowed as he shook his head, still refusing to look at her. Something felt off.

"Spencer," she called out. "It was consensual on my part."

"Look at you!" He snapped, his gaze focusing on her wrist. "I hurt you. You have bruises because of me. I—I tied you up."

She swallowed hard, sliding off of the bed and making her way towards him "I gave you my permission," she reminded him. "I wanted this as much as you did."

"That was wrong of me," he reiterated, still not focusing on her. "Here I am, wanting to protect you, and look what I just did.”

"But you are protecting me. You've been looking out for me this whole time."

"We both know that's not true." He shot. He was shaking his head firmly again, his face shifting away from her. "We both know I haven't been easy on you—and yet I come here to speak to you like that? Touch you like that? Fuck you like that?"

He rarely let such vile words escape his lips, nor did he let his anger take over his emotions. But it wasn't directed at her—no, it was a furious self-condemnation that spilled forth, revealing an inner turmoil that had been simmering beneath his usual calm exterior, a contrast to what she was seeing now. His clenched fists and furrowed brow were clear indicators that the true battle was within himself.

"No. No, I shouldn't have done that to you."

Her mouth fell open, that heavy feeling in her stomach slowly making its way upwards, coming to wrap her heart. "Spencer, I gave you the consent to touch me."

"No," he said, taking another step back. "This—" He said, gesturing a hand between the obvious space between them, "—it can't continue. I'll only hurt you even more."

She was the one who took a step back this time.

"What are you saying?"

"This needs to stop—whatever this is. I-I can't focus on this case if I keep getting involved with you. You're supposed to be under my protection, I'm supposed to keep you safe and yet I'm the one hurting you."

Being questioned of her innocence was hurtful, being left without any word from him after that was also hurtful. But to hear him dismiss the times they had spent together, even when it wasn't perfect, sliced through the air, landing like daggers in her heart.

With her voice trembling but resolute, she asked, "Whatever this is? That's what you think of us... as whatever?"

Her words hung in the air, charged with a mix of hurt, frustration, and a demand for clarity. She locked eyes with him, waiting for his response. He tore away his eyes from her and the avoidance of his gaze only deepened the tension in the room.

"You deserve someone better, someone who won't accuse you wrongly, someone who won't hurt you when you need to be protected." There was a moment of silence before he continued with a certain edge in his voice. "Someone who's not a federal agent far from doing his job."

That was it. That was the nail in the coffin. Exhaustion suddenly settled over her like a heavy shroud. She had always been known for her resilience, and her unwavering determination, but today was different. The exhaustion from the sex, her emotional turmoil, and now his dismissal had drained her of the strength to fight back.

And then to make matters worse, his phone suddenly rang. That fucking damn phone. Her annoyance flared up like a smoldering ember as the phone disrupted yet another conversation. It wasn't the first time, and frustration had been building with each interruption. She wanted to snatch it out of his grip and throw it to the wall.

She saw him catch a glimpse of the device and she busied herself by tearing open her dresser, grabbing the first shirt she saw, and silently throwing it on. He was awfully quiet, which meant that his notification seemed more like a text rather than a phone call, and she continued to show her back to him. Not because she didn't want to see him, but rather she didn't want him to see her.

She was on the verge of tears.

You're a fucking idiot, she snapped to herself. Tears welled up in her eyes, catching her by surprise, and she battled the urge to let them fall. She berated herself inwardly, feeling vulnerable and exposed for getting emotional over what might seem trivial.

But she was too tired—of him, of herself, of everything. The weariness that had been weighing her down finally took its toll. Despite her efforts to stay composed, the overwhelming emotions got the best of her, yet she didn't want him to know how much of his words hurt her. She didn't even want to acknowledge him even when he was calling her attention.

"I need to go."

Of course, you do.

"I'll come back later."

Don't even bother.

"We can talk then."

Just fucking leave me alone.

With the unspoken tension lingering in the air, and knowing she wasn't going to acknowledge him anymore, he quietly left, giving her the solitude she seemed to crave. It wasn't until she heard the soft click of the door closing behind her that she finally fell back onto her bed, burying her face in her hands.

The entirety of the night was finally hitting her hard–she had felt a short freedom, which was considered as 'being reckless' according to Spencer. Then he came unannounced, tied her up onto her bed, and fucked her while also managing to break her heart to pieces, leaving her shattered and lonely.

She had no idea how her day had taken such a dark, heartbreaking turn.

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