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gunksh1t · 1 year
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Holding a pretty boy's legs around my head as I eat him out until his boycunt is sore and he's made a mess on my face and he's breathless. Making him cum until he can barely speak and says my name like a prayer. Making him promise he'll stay all mine and all mine forever while his head is empty. Make him think of nothing but me and the pleasure only i can give him.
Pampering my boy like he deserves, sucking his fat, stubby tcock, feeling how perfect it is in my mouth. sloppily making out with his hole and drinking him up. Peppering kissed on his dick and thighs between orgasms.
Shallowly fucking his hole with my tongue until he's desperate and needy and bucking his hips all over again. Flattening my tongue against his lil dick and letting him ride my face until he cums again and drained himself out.
He's half asleep and still gripping my head between his legs, tiredly grinding into my mouth and he can barely take anything more but he feels so good he can't think of doing anything else and he's so pretty and sweet you don't wanna stop him.
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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years
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dirty, dirty girl / eddie munson
one shot
rated: m (18+, minors DNI)
cw (buckle up): smut w/ fluffy ending, cursing, daddy!kink, master!kink, petnames (kitten, babygirl, etc), lingerie, oral (m&f), face fucking, cum eating/cum play, orgasm denial, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, hickies, biting, little bit og blood, spanking, squirting, unprotected sex, spit kink, breeding kink, slight bondage (belt as handcuffs), rough dom!eddie, sub!reader, fem!reader, praise, degradation, aftercare (i think that's it but i could be wrong)
this is over 8k words... enjoy you filthy people.
you were tired of your boyfriend only seeing you as cute and innocent. so for his birthday, you kicked things up a notch.
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“robin, you’re sure?” you ask, nervously tapping your toe as you stand in the checkout line. robin rolls her eyes, shoving the lingerie into your grasp.
once she makes sure you’ve took hold she cross her arms. “as your only lesbian friend, i can assure you i’m sure you will look insanely hot in this. eddie is going to blow his load in his pants at the sight of you,” robin reassures with a smile. 
you sigh, nervously rubbing the thin lace between your fingers. “and the colors okay?” you ask insecurely.
robin nods, grabbing your shoulder. “black is sexy on everyone, y/n, plus the one we chose is particularly… out there? hot? so i don’t think color would matter anyway. but i mean, it is eddie, isn’t his favorite color black?” robin says.
“red, actually. but all their red options were too bright for what he likes,” you say and shrug. now you were next in line. robin gives you one last reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before you place the three piece set on the victoria’s secret counter. “you said we can get stockings at jcpenney, right?” you ask robin who nods. you pay for the pricey undergarments before you and robin head to get the rest of eddie’s birthday gifts.
a few days later and it’s eddie’s twenty-first birthday. luckily, he decided against getting super drunk that day and spent it with all of your guy’s combined friends. he knew he didn’t have to but he was more than excited for some good birthday sex and wanted to remember it all. 
the thing about you and eddie’s relationship was that even though you’d been together for about a year now, he still refused to get too rough with you during sex. he’d told you many times you were too innocent and he didn’t want to ruin that or go too far. but you knew he was holding back, and you were pretty damn tired of him treating you like a feather in the bedroom. he barely let you ride him it was that bad. 
he closed the door to your new apartment and immediately you were slammed against it as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. you let it go for a minute before interrupting. “wait, i have a gift for you,” you say, stroking his cheek.
eddie gives you a goofy smile, his childish side showing through. “but, babygirl, you already gave me my presents,” he says in slight confusion. you shake your head no and give him a nervous smile.
“i have one more,” you mutter and grab his hand, leading him to your couch. “sit here and wait. i need a couple minutes,” you push him down on the couch. you smooth down his hair, admiring his excited smile and placing a kiss on his forehead. eddie waits pretty impatiently as it takes you a whole five minutes to get whatever it was that his gift was. he swears to god if it’s an animal after he’d told you no…
meanwhile you tried psyching yourself up as you slid your jeans back on over the lingerie. this was quite nerve wracking for you, but it was something you knew eddie was going to love. you pulled your shirt back on over your head and took a deep breath. you didn’t look any different except your socked feet were now engulfed by dark black thigh highs instead. you recalled robin’s words from this morning, telling you to just dance and feel yourself how you would if you were in your room alone. so, here goes nothing.
eddie whipped around at the sound of your bedroom door opening and furrowed his brows when he saw nothing in your hands. he watched you expectantly as you walked towards the record player. “baby, i’m confused,” he states, watching as you picked out the record he had recently been oodly obsessed with. 
you chew on your lip as you set it up. “you can’t make fun of me,” you mumble, turning up the volume so the track would play loudly. 
“i would never, but what is this-” he’s cut off by the opening words of pour some sugar on me by def leppard filling your guy’s home. he watches as you turn and nervously walk towards him as the instrumental begins. “babe?” he questions. you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. 
“shut up,” you mumble as you try to transport yourself back to your childhood bedroom, dancing around your room as if you could ever be as confident as the strippers in the movies. you pretend eddie isn’t even there and begin to let your hips move to the music, easing into it.
eddie watches you curiously, not understanding what was going on. he watches your hips carefully and then your hands as you begin sliding them up your body sensually. “oh my god,” eddie mumbles, eyes popping out of his head as he realizes what you’re doing. your hands grope at your own breasts as you try and move your hips more harshly to the beat and eddie feels his mouth fall open in shock. your hands travel down, sliding over your stomach and towards your core as eddie wishes your hands were his own. you don’t know how slow or fast you’re supposed to take this, but you know you're anxious to see eddie’s reaction to your lingerie. 
you let your hands drag your shirt up, revealing the black lace of the garter belt you’re wearing before letting it fall again. eddie gaps at you, and you finally find the courage to open your eyes and glance at him. he was sat with his knees apart, elbows resting on his thighs as his full attention was on every small movement of your body. you feel a burst of confidence as you pull your shirt all the way up to right under your breasts, shimmying your hips and dropping down a little bit. he sucks in a breath, embarrassed to be already getting hard. after teasing your shirt, you finally pull it off and throw it to the side. “holy fuck,” eddie grunts, you smirking at him as you start to run your hands over the exposed lace.
you start at the shoulders, running your fingers down the strap until it divides into two, showing the open expanse of the tops of your tits. you trail your fingers over the top of the lace cup that begins right above your nipples, letting them fall to circle your hardening nipples a few times. your soft touch traces the under wire, emphasizing your boobs even more to him before your fingers flutter over the frayed edges. you turn in a slow circle, using a swivel of your hips to stick your ass out towards him as your hands caress it. “god, y/n, you’re so fucking hot,” eddie comments, feeling like he could start drooling. you laugh at him, feeling fully relaxed and really confident in your body.
your fingertips ghost along the waistline of your jeans before dipping under. “you haven’t seen it all,” you say flirtatiously, popping the button of your jeans. eddie groans at the tone of your voice, feeling a rush of blood go to his dick. he didn’t know where this behavior was coming from, but he wasn’t complaining. he eyes the garter belt as you reveal more of it, slowly pushing down your jeans. a small expanse of your stomach is shown along with little silver rings holding together the pieces and then he sees the top of your underwear. he lets out a guttural groan at the fact he can see your freshly shaven pussy through the mesh and lace of the underwear. you smile mischievously at him as you slide them down further, showing to him where the garter belt connects to your black thigh high stockings. 
you kick the jeans to the side, running your fingers up and down your sides as you move your hips sensually. eddie’s bottom lip is stuck between his teeth as you begin to turn, a moan leaving his lips as he sees it's a thong you’re wearing. he’d never seen you wear one of those before. when you turn back to him he holds up his hand. “pause, i need a closer look,” he says, his eyes dark and full of desire. you stand patiently waiting for him as he stands and begins walking towards you.
you eye his bulge and feel a strike of pride run through you. “did i make you hard? daddy?” you ask innocently, causing eddie to stop in his tracks. his mouth goes dry and he blinks a couple times. 
“what did you just call me?” he asks, voice hoarse. 
you shrug, fighting back a big smile. “daddy? is that okay? or would you rather me call you master?” you ask and eddie’s eyes flutter shut. “oh, so master?” you tease.
he takes a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth before beginning to stalk towards you. “both do the job,” he mutters, beginning to circle you as if he was a lion and you were a poor, helpless gazel. he closely inspects every strap, design, and location of the lingerie as he gets to your back side. he squats down, grabbing your ass cheeks in his hands without warning. you smile, figuring he hasn’t yet realized one of the most important parts. you shuffle your feet farther apart and then bend down slowly. eddie gasps as his eyes come in contact with your bare cunt. your thong was crotchless. “fuck, kitten, are you trying to kill me?” he asks, massaging your ass in his big palms as he thinks about leaning forward and licking your awaiting pussy. 
you giggle innocently and stand back up. “it’s so you can fuck me in it,” you say as if it were the most normal thing in the world. eddie feels as though he could ascend straight to heaven right then and there. “go sit, i’m not done,” you say, turning to face him. he looks up at you for a moment before standing. he wanted to go full dom on you so bad, but he’d never done that before. he was afraid of corrupting you, or scaring you with how rough he wanted to be. but how you were acting right now made him think maybe you wanted it.
he goes back to his seat on the couch, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling as his cock strained against his pants. you dance around the living room a bit more before making your way over to him. you rest your hands on his shoulders, rolling your own as you press your breasts closer to his face. he sucks in a breath and then you’re turning, squatting down to rub your ass along his lap. you sway with the music still before pushing yourself forward, holding his knees for support as you dipped up and down, sticking your ass out to him and shaking it once in a while. eddie kept quiet, drinking you in as he thought. he’d never seen this side of you, he didn’t even know it existed. 
when you turned back to face him you poked his shoulder, causing him to place his hands behind him so you could crawl on his lap. “babygirl, do you know how sinful you look right now? fuck, you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” he tells you, one hand grabbing your hip and stroking his thumb over the exposed skin. he tried his best to ignore the fact that your bare pussy was hovering over him, but you made that impossible when you dropped to grind on him. you tangled your hands in his hair for support as you swivel your hips and grinded against his jean covered dick. 
“do you like your birthday present so far, eds?” you ask, pulling his hair to get him to look at your eyes for a moment and not your body. 
so many things came to his mind as he hissed in slight pain from his scalp. “so far?” he questioned, digging his thumb into the soft skin of your hip. you moaned, causing eddie to rub harsh circles.
“you gotta fuck me still,” you comment, one hand traveling to his chin to turn it to the side. eddie sat up a bit, bringing his other hand to rest on the back of your head as you began pressing kisses to and nipping at his throat. 
he closes his eyes, feeling hornier than a virgin watching porn for the first time. “you did all this for me? i didn’t even know you liked this type of stuff, kitten,” he observes, massaging your scalp slightly. 
you hummed against his throat, still sucking a love bite into it. “you never asked,” you mumbled into his skin before moving to the other side to start another hickey. eddie frowns slightly at that, and pulls you away from his neck.
“well, what do you like?” he asks.
you shake your head no and run your hands up and down his chest. “i don’t know for sure yet. but it’s your birthday, and i want to do what you like. i know you hold back all the time, but i want you to let go this time. go full out, please, i want it,” you say, staring in his eyes.
eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “babygirl, my full out may be too much for you,” he says, rubbing your back.
you shrug and lean back in to suck another bruise into his neck. “we don’t know until we try,” you say as the last beats of the song fade out behind you. 
“you’re sure?” eddie asks hesitantly.
you pull back to look into his eyes, hoping it motivates him enough. “yes, master. i’m sure i want you to fuck me and be rough and not hold back. i want it so bad,” you say and eddie lets out an involuntary groan.
he purses his lips and takes another breath. “you have no idea what you’re getting into, i could hurt you,” he says.
you shrug, grabbing a piece of his hair and twirling it around your finger. “maybe i want to get hurt,” you say and eddie looks at you sternly. “what if we have a safeword? you go all out, and if it gets too much for me i’ll say it so we can stop and figure out what went wrong. that make you feel better?” you question. eddie debates in his head for a moment and then nods. 
“apple, say apple if it gets to be too much,” he confirms and you nod. 
you lean down, eddie tipping his head back as you bite into his throat. he strokes your hair as you do so, thinking of all the things he could do to you. when you pulled away he looked at you with hunger in his eyes. “do you wanna do this out here… or should we go to our room?” you asked, hoping he would chose the bedroom. 
he pushed himself off the couch, causing you to squeal and cling to him as he carried you to your room. he threw you on the bed roughly causing you to gasp in surprise. “you want no filter right? anything i want?” he asks in an almost angry sounding voice. he pulls off his leather jacket, throwing it down before going for his shirt. you nod, moving your thighs together as you feel yourself becoming wet enough for it to leak to your inner thighs. he chuckles darkly as he undoes his belt and button, shaking his head and pushing his jeans off. as usual, he didn’t have any underwear on. 
he crawls on the bed and hovers over you. “guess it’s time we go over some rules, yeah?” he asks, pushing some hair behind your ear. he watches your wide eyes look at him expectantly. “oh god, you have no idea how long i’ve been thinking these out for you,” he huffs, in awe that this was actually happening. he leaned down, finally pressing his lips to yours once more. he holds himself up on his fists as your fingers find their way to his hair.
you moan into his mouth as he slides his tongue across your bottom lip, opening your mouth. your tongues fight around each other, small moans leaving each of you. eddie finally pulls away causing you to sigh. “rule one, only refer to me as master. or daddy, if you like that,” he says, kissing your forehead. “two, don’t cum until i say so,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek. “three, do as you’re told, always,” and he’s kissing your other cheek. “four, no complaining. because master is being so nice to pleasure you,” his voice now getting lower and he also lowers himself to kiss your jaw. “five, no touching yourself unless i tell you to. that’s what i’m here for,” he kisses just above your breasts. you let out a shaky moan as his fingers begin trailing along the side of your thigh. “six, always use your words and make noise. daddy wants to hear how good he makes you feel,” his lips kissing on your stomach. “and seven, know you’ll have to accept whatever punishment i give you if you disobey,” he finishes, kissing the top of your mound that was covered by mesh. “you understand?” he asks, leveling his face with your pussy and stroking your thigh comfortingly. 
you nod, taking a deep breath. eddie raises his brows, no way you’d forgotten already. he digs his nails into your thigh, pinching it hard enough to make you yelp in pain. “y-yes, master,” you say shakily, spreading your legs for him as you realize you enjoyed the pain. 
eddie gives you an evil smirk before responding with, “there you go, kitten.” then, he’s diving down and going straight for your clit, not easing you into it at all. you gasp, head falling back as his lips wrap around your clit and suck it into his mouth. eddie had eaten you out a multitude of times, but he was always so slow and gentle. this new way had you melting though, you were going to get addicted. 
he loves how you’re reacting, basically making out with your soaked clit. “so wet for me,” he mumbles before diving back in and flicking his tongue through your folds. you hum, muscles clenching at how good he was making you feel. “you taste like heaven,” he says, pulling back to blow on your clit and watch you twitch. he chuckles, licking a strip over your clit and blowing on it again, causing you to spasm. “ironic, for such a dirty, dirty girl to taste so heavenly,” he smirks, watching you whine.
“master, please,” you huff, reaching for him.
“ah-ah, kitten, hands down. now, what are you pathetically begging for?” he asks, licking your clit quickly. 
you squirm at his short, spaced out licks as he waits for you to talk. “please don’t make me say it,” you whine, embarrassment flooding your features.
eddie hums in disapproval, pulling back slightly. “isn’t using your words a rule, babygirl?” he taunts. 
you huff, gathering your bearings before looking up to make eye contact with him. “make me cum… on your tongue, master, please,” you whine, your face heating up in embarrassment.
eddie’s eyes sparkle at you using such a vulgar phrase. “awe, babygirl wants me to eat her pussy until she cums, huh?” he teases, resituating himself.
you nod desperately, gripping the sheets in your fists. “yes, daddy, please,” you gasp as eddie latches on to your pussy once again. he scoots down, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders to get a better angle. he begins teasing your entrance with his tongue, loving the way your squirm underneath him. your hips buck towards him, a whimper leaving your lips. 
eddie gives in, beginning to fuck you with his tongue as your clit is nestled against his nose. his eyes travel up to watch you, his eyes practically forming hearts as he watches your lingerie clad breasts heave with each breath. he loves the way you taste, so sweet and musky. he’d bathe in your slick all day if he could. he let out a groan into your pussy, rutting his cock against the mattress as your moans begin increasing. he’s fucked you enough times to know when you’re about to cum. but, this time wasn’t exactly going to be the same. he removes his tongue from your hole, moving to focus completely on your clit again, knowing that’s what finishes you off. 
“i’m gonna cum, master, fuck,” you whine as he laps at the left side of your clit since it was more sensitive. eddie picks up his pace, smirk on his face due to his plans. he sucks, and your legs begin to shake. as he hears the telltale breathy moans, he pulls away, right before you fall off the edge. you let out a cry, trying to pull your legs up to get more friction but eddie holds them tightly in place. “master, no, please,” you cry, feeling your clit throb at the sudden loss of stimulation. 
eddie laughs as you squirm, holding you in a vice grip until you stop moving. “see what happens to bad girls who don’t follow rules?” eddie asks when you flop on the bed in defeat. you whimper, grasping the sheets in discomfort. “awe, pretty girl. look at you,” eddie coos, letting up on your legs. 
you look at him with a pouted lip. “m’sorry master,” you mumble and eddie grunts, his hips involuntarily rutting against the mattress again. 
“mhm, i’m sure you are,” he tutted, digging his nails into your thighs. “you learn your lesson, kitten?” he asks, snaking a hand around to stroke your clit gently. 
your mouth dropped open in a silent moan. “yes, master, mm, learned my lesson,” you mumble, hips rolling against his fingers. he removes his hand, using it to deliver a slap to your clit instead. you yelp, causing eddie to smirk.
“don’t be greedy. i’ll let you cum when i want to,” he lectures and you let out a noise of discontent. eddie smiles, ready to edge you once more. he sinks two fingers into you without warning, his cold rings a sharp contrast to your burning skin. he begins pumping them in and out of your inviting walls, watching you squirm. he watched closely as some of your arousal leaked out of you and dripped slowly down the swell of your ass and onto your shared bed. he moved up your body, kissing along as much exposed skin as he could, fingers from his other hand snapping straps and dipping under them. “you look so pretty in this. can’t believe my sweet, innocent baby got all dolled up to look like a whore for me,” he cooed mockingly causing you to whimper. “you have no idea how many times i’ve thought about doing this to you. tying you up, torturing you a little bit, seeing just how much you’ll let me do to your pretty little cunt before you start to cry,” eddie says, stroking your cheek bone as his fingers curl inside of you. 
“daddy,” you whisper desperately.
eddie hums, “yes, kitten?” you close your eyes as eddie’s fingers hit that special spot inside of you. 
eddie knows what he’s doing, and fuck is he loving it. “can i cum this time?” you ask in a shaky voice, eyes meeting his.
the smirk that covers his face is a cruel one, and it makes your body shudder with arousal. “i haven’t decided yet,” he comments casually, before leaning down to nuzzle his face his your neck. 
he starts with slow, sweet kisses to your neck that match the agonizing pace of his fingers, drawing moans from you as your high builds again. then out of nowhere, he bites down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hard. your hand flies up to the back of his head as you let out a small scream of pain and tears prickle your eyes. you hated to admit that it only made the knot in your pussy tighter. eddie ran his tongue over the bite mark, soothing it. your hand was wrapped in his hair as he kissed it better. but, he wasn’t so sweet. he moved to the other side of your neck, kissing and sucking before sinking his teeth into the middle of your shoulder. 
you let out pained gasp, fist pulling eddie’s hair until he releases his teeth. he pulls back slightly to admire the small red droplets forming in the place of his teeth. he picks up the pace of his fingers before licking the crimson blood, moaning as the metallic taste flooded his mouth. you moaned in pleasure, your walls clamping around him as your orgasm built sweetly. eddie twisted his hand so his thumb could apply pressure to your clit. “master,” you gasp as eddie continues kissing your neck, your eyes screwing shut. you clenched around him, thighs beginning to tremble. you really thought he was gonna let you cum that time, really you did.
but he pulled his mouth and fingers away from you, sitting back to watch you squirm. “no,” you cried, a couple tears falling from your eyes. eddie smiles, leaning forward slightly to watch your tear filled eyes. 
“kitten, you cried faster than i thought,” he observed, using his thumb to swipe the salty drop away. you whimpered, trying to clamp your legs together but you couldn’t. “mm, poor thing. i promise you can cum next time,” he coos, wiping stray hairs from your face. too bad you still didn’t know what he had in store for you. he gets off the bed and starts looking around on the floor.
“wh-what are you doing, master?” you ask, pushing yourself up on shaky arms. eddie hums in delight at your words and how adorable you looked as your body still trembled. 
eddie picks up his jeans, beginning to pull the belt from the loops. he gives you an evil smile. “well, i did say i was gonna tie you up, didn’t i?” he raises his brows. you gulp, looking from him to his belt as he comes to the side of the bed. “get up on your knees and give me your wrists, babygirl,” he says. you comply quickly, scrambling onto your knees, wincing as you feel the wetness from your pussy dripping out of you. “such a good girl,” he coos, stroking your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. 
he begins weaving his belt through itself before sliding it onto your wrists and pulling it tight. the leather bites into your skin as he makes sure it’s as tight as it can be. he guides you to maneuver to the headboard. you’re sat against it, looking at him with big eyes as he straddles you. “pretty girl, let me fuck that tight mouth of yours,” he says, causing you to bite your lip. he guides you to scoot down a bit, your back in a horribly uncomfortable position as he lines his cock up with you mouth. “if it gets too much, hit me in the thigh a couple times and i’ll stop, okay?” he explains with serious eyes. you nod, only for him to give you a stern look. 
“yes, master,” you say, earning a nod of approval and then the head of his cock is pushing open your lips. he slowly sinks into your warm mouth, head falling back as he does. he goes until his hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag. he pulls back a little, only to start slow thrusts into you mouth. 
he grabs your head with his hands, using the leverage to push his cock deeper into your throat. he feels your throat flutter around him and he looks down. he wants to bust at the sight of you, watering eyes and mouth full of cock. “take it, kitten,” he groans, drawing back his hips just to slam himself back into you. you whine around his cock, a tear falling from your right eye. eddie smiles at you, sinking you down slowly until your eyes widen in panic and you begin to choke. he pulls out immediately and strokes your chin. “you gotta relax, relax and just take it for me. you wanna make daddy feel good, right? that’s why you got dressed up like a whore, right? was for master to treat you like one for his birthday?” he questioned, but you could see in his eyes this was also him waiting for you to use your safeword. you took a deep breath and nodded, opening your mouth again for him. “good girl, kitten. my good little slut,” he says proudly, using his hand to guide himself into your mouth again. 
he lets you adjust once more, but then he’s fucking into your mouth as if he doesn’t care you’re a person and not just a hole. he bites so hard on his bottom lip he’s drawing blood as he watches your face. spit was beginning to dribble down your chin and tears were continuously falling from your eyes as you deepthroated him, gaging every other thrust. he pulled you roughly down on him, chasing his release. “fuck, getting so close,” he grunted, your eyes trained on the drop of blood falling from his lip. “gonna cum in your mouth, yeah kitten, be good and swallow your master’s cum,” he says between heavy breaths. you moan around him and then his hips are faltering. 
eddie’s head falls back as he cums, thick ropes shooting in your mouth and down your throat. he leaves his cock in your mouth until he comes down. “let daddy see his cum,” he says as he slides his dick from your mouth. you open your mouth, showing him how much cum sat on your tongue. he grunts dropping down to connect his mouth to yours. you both moan at the mixed tastes of cum and blood filling your mouth. the salty and metallic taste causing your brain to short circuit. you knew you were so turned on that a wet patch had formed on your duvet, and you wanted so badly to have a release. “swallow,” eddie commands once he pulls back and you do as told. eddie takes a moment to collect himself and then he’s hauling you up and flipping you over.
you let out a noise of surprise as your face comes in contact with your blankets and eddie grabs you hips. “get your ass up, babygirl, yep, on your knees, good girl,” he says, dragging out the last two words. “daddy needs a minute to just look at you like this,” he hums, grabbing your ass and massaging it harshly. you whimper, your head turned to the side. he drags his hands up your back, slipping under the lingerie and feathering his touch over the lacy material. he even moves down to your thighs that are covered in stockings and rubs them. he admires your frame, wishing he knew where the camera was so he could take a picture. next time. 
his hand travels back to your ass, rubbing it before his hand pulls away just to come striking back down. you let out a moan at the pain, eddie watching in awe as arousal drips from your heat. “you dirty slut,” he comments, spanking you again. you stick your ass out to him, wanting more contact. your hands grabbed fistfulls of the blankets under you as you tried to control yourself. eddie played with you a bit more before sinking his fingers back into your awaiting cunt. he groans at the squelching noise as you suck his fingers in you. “this time, you can cum,” he says, placing a kiss on your reddened ass cheek and beginning to pump his fingers into you. 
a loud moan leaves your lips as he uses his other hand to rub your clit. he doesn’t ease into it, just hammers into you until you’re quite literally mewling in pleasure. “master,” you whimper and his fingers curl right against the spot you needed him most. “fuck, wanna cum, getting close,” you say, rocking back onto his fingers. “cum, kitten, cum for me,” he says, curling his fingers where he knows you need as his fingers continue abusing your clit. your walls flutter around him digits and you let out a moan. you feel the tower inside of you building and you’re almost to the top. “come on, pretty, master wants to watch you cum,” he says with gritted teeth and then the tower falls.
“fuck,” you yell, burying your face in your mattress as your thighs shake, knowing they would definitely allow you to collapse if eddie wasn’t holding you up. a small gush of slick pools from your pussy, coating eddie’s hand and dripping onto the bed. eddie finger fucks you through your high, but when you start to whine from overstimualtion he doesn’t stop. “daddy, t’hurts,” you mumble into the blankets.
eddie, however, doesn’t give a fuck what you say. “what’s that rule? you can only cum when i say so? well, i’m telling you now you’re cumming again,” he says harshly, causing you to whimper. he builds you up to your next high so fast and your whole body begins to tremble. “fucking whore, already gonna cum again? well, fuck, babygirl, cum for me, daddy needs to see how good he makes you feel,” he teases, holding his fingers against that special spot and moving them side to side ever so slightly, his movements on your clit never faltering. 
you’re screaming a mantra of daddy and master and eddie hasn’t even fucked you yet. he smiles as your body tenses, that expression changing to shock when you begin squirting all over his fingers. he takes his fingers from your pussy, continuing to rub your clit as he tries to catch some of your squirt in his mouth. your whole body falls limp as more drips from your pussy, a wet spot now decorating your duvet. 
  eddie strokes your clit as you come down from your high, and when you whimper he pulls away. you lay there, ass in the air as you feel numbness spread through your body. eddie pulls you up carefully, plastering your body to his. “what a good girl,” he coos, rubbing his hand soothingly over your stomach while pressing soft kisses to your neck. you slump against his chest, eyes closed as you try to catch your breath. “you did so good, kitten. so good for daddy. did you feel that last orgasm? you squirted, mhm, master got you all worked up, you squirted and made a big mess. so proud of you, kitten, did so so good for me,” eddie mutters praise in your ear, kissing your ear lobe and throat between sentences. 
  “m-master,” you say weakly, trying to force your eyes open.
  eddie admires you, leaving one arm around your waist to hold you up and the other comes to stroke your jaw. “yes, baby?” he hums.
  you finally get your eyes open and make eye contact with eddie. you take a deep breath, clenching your fists to try and regain some lucid thoughts. “you-you didn’t f-fuck me,” you stutter. eddie’s eyes darken as he grips you tighter.
  “was gonna be nice and give you a nice break. but, now i think i’ll take you right now. that okay, kitten? gonna let your master abuse that pretty little hole of yours?” he teases darkly, his cock hardening once again.
  your lip quivers, knowing this very well could send you overboard. but, the way your pussy clenched at the thought of being fucked told you all you needed to know about your limits. “anything you want, master,” you say, looking back at him. eddie grunts, placing his lips on yours in a heated, desperate kiss. you struggle to keep up, feeling like your body was jelly. 
  eddie disconnects his lips from yours and pushes you back down. you let out a weak yelp as his hand presses your back down hard. it kind of hurt, but then your mind was being clouded with the fact that his cock was slipping into your soaked entrance. the both of you let out moans as eddie sinks into you. “babygirl, you can hear me, yes?” eddie asks as he bottoms out.
  “yes, master,” you mumble, voice half muffled by the covers.
  eddie soothingly rubs his hands up and down your back as he bites his lip. he knew once he started fucking you he wouldn’t be able to stop. “this is gonna be really rough for you, okay? once i start, i don’t think i’m gonna stop until i cum. i don’t want to push you too much, so if you don’t think you can handle it, tell me now. there are many other ways i can cum without possibly hurting you,” he warns. you think it over for a minute before making a decision.
  “fuck me,” you grumble, using the last bits of your strength to move your hips forward and then slam back onto him.
  eddie feels something snap inside of him and then he’s slamming into you as if he’s gone feral. “good girl, good fucking girl,” he growls. literally, growls. and then slaps your ass harshly making you spasm. he presses your back down with one hand, the other holding your hip so he can slam into you at a brutal pace. “dirty fucking whore, look at you. my innocent baby is just like some goddamn street whore. fuck, had you all wrong, kitten. didn’t know you’d be so dirty. mmm, fuck, should’ve roughed you up months ago,” he continues grunting as he plows into you from behind. 
  tears are freely falling from your eyes as it hurts so good. your mouth is also open, drool creating a small wet patch on the blanket. your whole body feels on fire as one by one your coherent thoughts fade away. he was fucking you stupid, and you loved every moment of it. eddie was lost in the feeling of you, mesmerized by the way your velvet walls sucked his cock back in time after time. out of all the times he’s fucked you, it’s never been this good.
  he only came back to reality when you started whimpering and your walls fluttered around him. “gonna cum again, slut? yeah, go ahead, cum for your master,” he grunts and spanks you again. you tense and then your squirting again, all over his dick as your body shakes. eddie moans at the sensation. he pulls out, picking you up and forcefully flipping you over. drool was covering your face, your eyes were slightly rolled back and tears were pouring from them as broken moans and cries left your mouth.
  eddie re-entered you, grabbing your still bound hands and putting them above your head. “keep them there,” he grumbles and you nod dumbly. eddie doesn’t correct you that time, instead focused on chasing his own high. “open that mouth,” he demands and you do lazily. he spits into your mouth, moaning as you swallow it without being asked. he could feel his release building, the feeling only heightening as he saw how fucked-out you looked. “look at me,” he moans. you use the very little strength you have to make eye contact with him.
  he grabs your legs, pushing them up to hook them over his shoulders. “gonna cum inside you, fucking slut,” he grunts, hammering into you at a whole new angle. your high builds up again, a sweet mix of pain and pleasure as a sob rocks through your body. eddie feels his high coming, keeping his eyes on you. “cum, one last time. now, kitten,” he growls darkly. his thrusts cause your whole body to tremor. your eyes roll back in your head and a screaming sob leaves your lips as the most intense orgasm rips through you.
  you squirt harder than you did the first two times, your velvet walls locking eddie inside you. he thrusts into you messily, cumming deep inside your pussy as you go limp. your head's pounding, and your whole body is flooded with an uncomfortable, fiery mix of pleasure and intense pain. you loved it, but you were barely present. eddie finally stilled, dropping your legs and nearly collapses on top of you. as he tries catching his breath, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you, keeping his cum in you, sobs rack your body. 
  eddie’s mind is so clouded with pleasure that it takes him a minute to come to. the sobs leaving your lips were nearly heart wrenching, tears covering your face as you tried to gasp for air. you were in so much pain, but you fucking loved it. eddie took a few more deep breaths, his brain clearing up.
  then his mind registered your sobbing and he was immediately pushing himself up to look at you. his heart dropped at the sight of your face, your body still jerking uncontrollably and he couldn’t tell if it was from overstimulation or your sobs. he pulled out of you and cupped your face. “oh, no. no, no, no, baby, are you okay?” he asks in panic, trying to get your eyes to focus on him. you let out a sob as your eyes meet his. “fuck, i’m so sorry, babygirl. please take a deep breath,” he says frantically.
  you lower your arms, hiccuping as you try to breathe. “o-off,” you sob, holding your hands towards his face. eddie feels guilt over take him as he quickly removes his belt from your wrists, not being able to really tell how raw they were before you were flinging your arms around him and pulling him close.
  he practically fell against you as you held onto his back like your life depended on it, crying and hiccupping into his neck. “shh, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t meant to push you so far. why didn’t you say something?” he asks, wrapping an arm under your frame as he tried to hold you to him. 
  you shake your head no, he had the wrong idea. “n-no. stop,” you cry, pulling back just enough to look at him. his eyes were prickled with tears as you put your hand to his face. “don’t be so-sorry. m’not hurt. i-i loved it,” you hiccup and eddie shakes his own head.
  “baby, you’re crying,” he says, not wanting you to lie to make him feel better.
  you stroke his cheek and take a couple deep breaths. “yeah, b-but, it was so good. never had- fuck, never had better sex. i want it to be like that all the time,” you say seriously, blurry eyes looking from one of his to the other. 
  “you promise? baby, that was really rough i should’ve known better,” eddie says, searching your face for the truth.
  “i loved it,” you confirm. eddie takes a moment before nodding and pulling you back closely to him. eddie slowly pulls away from you causing you to whimper.
  eddie gives you a soft smile, still weary, and kisses your forehead. “you wanna take a bath, or you wanna go right to bed?” he asks, stroking your hair.
  “can we take a bath together?” you asks and eddie nods. he slowly unclips your stockings from the belt and pulls them off, the panties following. he lifts your back up as little as possibly, carefully unhooking and unzipping the belt and your bra. he admires your body as he carefully peels the expensive fabric from your skin. 
  he puts all the clothes in the hamper before picking you up from the bed. “you did so good, babygirl,” he coos as he walks you to the bathroom. you hum, leaning your head into his chest. he sets you gently on the closed toilet seat and turns on the warm water. you watch carefully as he throws in bath salts and bubble bath, stuff he would never use for himself. “lavender good?” he asks softly, holding the bubble bath up to you. you nod lazily, watching him pour a generous amount in and mixing it to create bubbles. “i'm gonna go grab us some water,” he tells you as the bath continues filling.
  when he comes back with the ice water, the bath tub is full and ready. after turning off the faucet he places a cup in your hand, helping you to take a sip as you were still slightly shaky. once you’ve got some water in you, he picks you up again, carefully placing you in the big, claw-foot tub and helping you sit down. he climbs in behind you, pulling you until your back is laid against his chest. the bubbles almost consume you, stopping just below your shoulders. “this is nice,” you hum, looking up at your boyfriend.
  eddie gives you a sweet smile, leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips. his arms wrap around your middle and yours fall on top of his as you bask in the presence of each other. “y/n?” he asks quietly. you hum in response, fiddling with his fingers. “do you want to get married?” he murmurs.
  you let out a weak snort before giggling. “birthday gift that good?” you ask playfully, looking back at him. he was staring at you with a smile, admiring you but you could tell he was also serious. 
  “more than that good,” eddie says, watching you study him. “but i’m serious. i know we love each other and i really don’t ever see myself with anyone else. if it’s not you, it’s no one,” eddie explains.
  you lean back and give him a kiss. “i would love to marry you,” you say as you pull away. goofy smiles are spread across both your faces as you help scrub each other’s bodies and wash your hair.
  when the water drains and you and eddie are both drying yourself off you really think about what you just agreed to. but who else would you want to marry besides this man? eddie picks you up without warning causing you to squeal and hold onto him. “i can walk now, babe,” you laugh.
  eddie just presses a bunch of kisses to your face as you giggle. “i know, but i like it better this way,” he says before setting you on the edge of the bed. he grabs a pair of shorts for himself, slipping them on as you stretched your arms up. 
  he walked over to you with a clean pair of panties in his hand and one of his shirts on his shoulder. he crouched down, holding your underwear out for you to step into. “up,” he says, making you roll your eyes.
  “eddie, i can put on my own clothes,” you say but stand anyway.
  eddie pouts and looks up at you. “just let me take care of you,” he says as you step into them. he slides them up your legs, making sure they’re in place before putting his hands on your hips and standing. he places a soft kiss on your lips, and then he’s getting his black sabbath t-shirt ready to slip over your head. “if you wanna do something,” eddie begins with a roll of his eyes as he tugs the shirt down the rest of the way. “do you wanna grab those other sheets from the laundry room?” he asks.
  you stand on your toes to kiss his cheek to go do just that as he begins stripping the bed. you laugh, remaking the bed and your cheeks flushing at the mess you had made. once it’s ready, eddie has the lights off and is pulling you towards him as he peppers kisses all along your face. 
  “happy birthday,” you whisper, feeling tiredness begin taking over you.
  eddie pulls back, tucking some hair back and admiring you for a moment. “thank you, baby. i loved my birthday. i love you,” he says, knowing those words don’t do justice for how much he cares for you.
  “i love you, too,” you mumble before pressing yourself into his chest. your hand rests near his heart, your head on the other side, one leg thrown across his thighs as your eyes flutter shut. eddie wraps both arms around you, holding you securely to him and placing one more kiss to your head before the both of you fall into a very deep, well needed sleep.
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based on prompts from @mila-solos @kittenxo-xo @asscheek-valley
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y13evie · 8 months
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sub könig blurb beneath
tags: breeding kind of, riding, once again just pure filth
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ok he’s big and scary and his dick is huge duh. but he’s definitely such a baby. when you get on top and ride him, taking complete control, it drives him insane. he’ll start to get handsy but you’ll smack his hands away and tell him he can’t touch until he’s been a good boy :((. he hates not being able to touch his darling but he can’t really concentrate on that due to the fact your bouncing up and down on his cock like your life depends on it.
when he starts whimpering and begging to cum you’ll stop. könig will buck into you at an attempt to get you moving again, but you quickly put his antics to shame. calling him a needy whore, cant go a second without being inside you. your words go straight to cock as it twitches inside you, so you made a deal. you’ll let him cum, only if he fills you up. he wastes no time getting work. fucking into you at an unholy speed, hitting that sweet spot that turns your vision into static. he whines things like, “wanna be your good boy” and “wan’ make you feel so good”. without any warning he fills you with his seed. he doesn’t move, not wanting anything to spill out. you use him to teach your own high, moaning out praises like “m’ sweet boy fills me up so good”. you collapse onto his chest, feeling his arms wrap around your body as you both lay there, infatuated with one another.
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damaged-sunflower · 25 days
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Warnings: MDNI, Stepcest, Smut,
Stepdad Konig growing attached to his wife's daughter. He loves how small and innocent you are.
Konig doing movies and cuddles with you while your mom works late.
Konig insisting on buying you cute outfits to wear that barely cover your body but he just makes you feel so damn pretty that you want to show them off to him. :(
Konig knowing damn well this is wrong considering you're only 18 and he's in his mid forties.
Konig bending you over the counter when you come down in a short nightgown, scolding you for teasing him in such a way wearing that around him. He drives his point in with each sharp snap of this hips.
You purposefully wearing pigtails, thigh high socks, calling him daddy and just sending this man one foot into the fucking grave from all the blood going to his dick every time.
Konigs hands are so big in your small frame and you can't help but feel helpless below the large man.
Your stomach bulges when he's all the way in, purring praises about how good you look stretched around him.
"So tight, Schatz."
"Good little Maus."
Konig pounding your hole desperately while you try to hold it together on the phone with your mom.
You love your step dad more than one should.
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keerusswhore · 8 months
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ridin' - keegan russ smut
cw. riding. blow job. making out. public sex. titty sucking. choking. sucking on fingers. slight degradation. p in v. praise kink. tiny tiny breeding kink. the names good girl, slut, ma, little whore, mommy, and pretty bitch used. reader calls him daddy like once. reader also calls him kee. literally just pure filth. also probably missed a few things.
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keegan's grunts were heard as you had licked the tip of his dick. a pretty light pink, as precum could be seen slightly oozing out the top slit of it. you guys had found your way to an empty, dark, echoey hallway. the chance of getting caught was scary, or it should have been. but it excited the two of you. keegan whimpered, as you had kitty licked the tip again, and again, and again. keeping the eye contact strong as you did so. you loved teasing him, it was something that always got out his pretty noises he made. he was so whiny, and it made your stomach flutter with millions of butterflies each time.
he whimpered, the sound echoing through the hallway. "feels good, doesn't it kee?" you asked softly. as you began fisting his dick slowly. his hips bucking up desperately, he let out a low groan. breaking the eye contact, he began bucking his hips up faster, as he laid the back of his head against the wall he had been sitting and leaning on.
"fuckkk ma, please," he begged. another groan escaping his throat. a simple, yet annoyingly teasing "hm." was all you responded with. jerking off the main base of his pretty cock, you sucked on the tip, spitting onto it while it was in your mouth. "jesus christ that's good baby. just like that." he praised through a moan. a hand landing on the top of your head, slightly pushing you further onto him. he groaned. each groan, moan, and whimper left butterflies fluttering through your stomach. and not only your stomach, but your pussy too.
the sounds of sucking could be heard all throughout the hallway. you removed your mouth from him, earning a whine. god he was so whiny. as you licked up and down his dick, he sucked in a breath. you began tapping his tip on your tongue, looking straight into his face. "you're so whiny kee." you muttered out softly. "then stop fuckin' teasing me." he angrily muttered out. the heat in his stomach was increasing, but the inability to cum was making him frustrated. "stop teasing me. be a good lil' whore for me and do me right yeah?" he seethed out. the praise. yet degrading got to you. you nodded, letting go of his dick, he growled at the loss of contact. as you began unzipping your cargo pants and letting it fall off your legs. he watched your every move as you did so, staring at all the details apart of your thighs. you took your time taking off your panties, teasingly keeping the eye contact.
keegan rolled his eyes, staring at you with dark annoyed, yet so desperate eyes. "fuckin' hell." he angrily muttered out, before pulling you by your ass into him. ripping off your panties, you gasped. "keegan! you-" he pulled you down, turning you around so your back was against his chest. sitting right onto his lap. "you wanna keep teasing me? wanna keep acting like a little whore." he chuckled lowly, tapping the tip right on your clit before roughly slamming himself into your pussy. you moaned, loudly. "this is what you're gonna get treated like then."
he showed no mercy whatsoever. continuously slamming you down onto his dick as you cried out, one hand on your hip while the other pulled your head back onto his shoulder. his masked pulled up so only his lips could be shown. "open your mouth f'me." and you obeyed. tears prickling from the ends of your eyes as he kept slamming into you. your breathing was getting cut short, you couldn't take it. but it was so so good. he spit in your mouth, the hand holding your head back now snaking around your neck as he choked you. "no- i can't kee, it's too much." you cried out, and he only smirked. slapping against your ass could be heard as he kept the pace going. tears now falling down your eyes and your mouth contained open.
"such a pretty bitch, huh?" he coo'ed. licking your neck before bending down slightly, biting the end of your black hoodie and raking it up with his teeth. the hand that was once holding your waist was now keeping your hoodie up, your boobs fully exposed as he continued to choke you. he aggressively pulled down your your bra, quickly latching his mouth onto one of your titties. you whimpered, and then moaned. you couldn't stop the sounds from escaping your throat. it was all too much for you to take, the heat in your stomach was so hard to deal with. a breathy moan was heard right into your ear, as a pop escaped keegan's mouth right after. bringing his mouth now right up into your ear, his breathing felt hot, but so good against the side of your ear. the knot in your stomach growing by every second. he wasn't slowing down his pace anytime soon. and god, was it so enticing how good his stamina was.
"feels so good mommy, feels so good right on my cock." your breath hitched as he praised you. your pussy tightening against him at the word mommy. "you feel so much better, daddy." you said sweetly, returning the name right back at him. his stomach fluttered, and he groaned. his pace quickened, and god you couldn't believe how much more he could give you. your eyes rolled back, his mouth latching back onto one of your titties. he sucked, and you squealed out. one of his hands sliding down your body as it made it's way to your cunt. right onto your clit. he began teasing you and you squirmed.
"shit keegan, god you know how to do me so good." you choked out. a sob following through. keegan swore he was in a porn film. that's exactly what it sounded like. he was amazed at how beautiful you sounded, how beautiful your pussy sounded.
"such a good girl f'me. gonna cum soon baby. gonna fill you up so nicely." he breathed out. your breathing intensified, and so did his. he whined, and whined, and whined. his thrusting up getting sloppier. as the bucking of his hips got longer. he moaned, and you could feel hot liquid filling up into your pussy. you moaned loudly, his thrusting up getting slower before coming to a stop. a hand roughly pulling your face so it was facing his, making eye contact with you. he kissed you harshly, forcing his tongue into your throat. you whimpered. your eyes fluttering closed as he continued to harshly keep your chin in a hurting hold. you felt a slap against your pussy, and you squealed. running his fingers up your pussy as your slick had gotten onto the tips of it. bringing them up to your mouth, forcing them into you. "suck baby. taste how good you are." he lowly, yet gently said. as he watched you suck, his dick hardening under you again. he bit his lip, as a grin was plastered onto his face.
"another round wouldn't hurt you, would it angel?" he smirked, as he began harshly thrusting up into you again.
GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT AND FIC PLEASE BE NICE TO ME. i'm going feral and i also tried making this sound as good as possible. hope u guys liked it <3
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assembletheimagines · 2 years
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Tell Me
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Summary: You give Steve another one of his firsts
Pairing: Inexperienced!Steve x Reader
A/N: Part 2 of Steve * just to clarify, Steve hasn’t done some things and you decide as his friend, you should volunteer to help him through anything he wants. Aren’t you a good friend? 
Warnings: Smut, 18+, praise, oral!female receiving, please be advised
Tagged: @elle14-blog1​ @nana1000night​ @supraveng​ @potatothots​
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Steve practically growled from your words, pulling you up from the floor and back into his lap. His lips smashing into yours as he kissed you, his tongue slipping inside tasting himself on your tongue. You moaned in the kiss, hands holding the back of his neck as you felt his hand move between your bodies.
Steve’s lips moved down your neck, his breath hot and sending new shivers through you as he whispered in your ear. “Wanna taste you.” His fingers slipped under your pants pressing against the damp spot on your panties making you keen. 
You had no objections to Steve’s request, nodding your head as you grinded yourself down on his hand, applying a delicious friction that shot pleasure through your body. “Yes, yes, please.” You whined when Steve removed his hand, bringing you into another heated kiss as you blindly got up from the couch and stumbled back to his bedroom.
By the time you were by the bed, you had stripped your clothing, leaving yourself only in a bra and panties. And Steve’s hands couldn’t get enough of you, grabbing and burning a trail down your sides, stomach, and thighs. “You’re fucking perfect,” he mumbled between kisses and you melted under his praise and his touch.
“Baby, I need you,” you mumbled as your eyes closed, feeling Steve’s lips burn down your throat. Your fingers threaded in his hair, tugging gently to pull him back and you moaned at the sight of him. His eyes were hooded, dark, and pupils dilated as his kiss-bitten lips parted. He needed you as much as you needed him.
You let go of Steve and unclasped your bra, letting the garment fall down your arms watching as Steve’s eyes widened at the new exposed skin. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, wetting it, as he stepped closer to you again.
Steve pushed you back onto the bed, having your legs dangle off as he stood between them. A new wave arousal pooled between your thighs as you looked up at him. “Touch me,” and Steve immediately obeyed the instruction.
His big hands started at your hips, squeezing before massaging up your sides, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake. Your eyes stayed on his dark blue ones but it didn’t last long. You gasped as his warm hands got to your breasts, massaging the mounds before his thumbs brushed over your peaks.
Steve couldn’t resist, the sight of you beneath him, he leaned his head down and his lips wrapped around your nipple. The way you moaned his name as he sucked was intoxicating.
Your back arched as you pressed Steve closer to your chest, grabbing his hand with your other one and placing it back to your breast his mouth wasn’t on. “Need more,” you gasped and Steve switched his assault to your other breast as his fingers pinched your nipple.
Steve wanted to give you as much pleasure as you had given him.
“I’m going to need you to tell me,” Steve mumbled into your skin, pressing kisses down your chest. Slowly, he made his way down your stomach. He was getting closer to where you wanted him most but he stopped at the hem of your panties. His eyes met yours and you sucked in a breath. “Gotta tell me what you want, what you need.”
Right, your head nodded dumbly as his hands grazed up your thighs, spreading you wider as he looked at you expectantly. How the fuck did Steve have the audacity to look like pure sin but innocent at the same time? You cursed mentally and tried to gather your words.
“I need you to touch me,” You began and felt Steve massage the top of your thighs, his thumbs ghosting over the lace trim of your panties. “Take ‘em off.” Your next instruction had Steve smirking, fingers deftly hooking into your panties and sliding them down your legs.
Once they were thrown over his shoulder, he was on his knees. Warm big hands spreading your legs and exposing your pretty pussy to the super soldier. He groaned, and you felt yourself clench around nothing. “So wet, is that because of me?” He breathed unable to resist on placing his hands on your inner thighs, spreading your puffy lips and exposing you further.
“Steve,” you gasped, your face heating up under his gaze and touch as your body grew hot. “Don’t be a tease.”
Steve’s moved his gaze back up to you, meeting your eyes as he smirked again. “Tell me what you need,” Steve ordered and dipped his head down. Your lips parted in another gasp as his tongue then slid up your pussy, collecting your essence on his tongue as he finally got his first taste.
Steve groaned, kissing your inner thigh. “Addicting,” he murmured and your fingers pressed the back of his head, nudging him back between your thighs.
“Steve, don’t stop.” You moaned and Steve immediately dove back in letting you guide his head closer as he moved your legs over his broad shoulders. He could feel your feet dig into his upper back as his inexperienced tongue stroked along your folds. Giving long brash strokes with his tongues as he tried to find the spot that would have you keening for him.
The pad of his tongue didn’t take long to curl, brushing over your clit causing you to jerk underneath him. He smiled, there it is. He focused on the bundle of nerves, sucking it into his mouth and enjoying the way you squealed his name in response.
Your hand stayed on the back of his head, keeping a good pressure against him to keep him pressed between your thighs as his mouth feasted. “Steve,” you could feel the heat in your abdomen grow as Steve remembered and mentally locked away what actions made you cry out. “Need more,” you mewled feeling Steve lick up the new wave of arousal that pooled. “Fingers, please.” You gasped feeling another jolt of pleasure shoot through you as Steve took your clit back into his mouth.
Steve moved one of his hands, happy to give you more, as he prodded his fingertip to your entrance. He pushed in as he moved his mouth away, spit and your essence smeared on his mouth and chin, as he watched his finger disappear inside of you. He watched for your reactions as he pumped, quickly adding a second digit with his first. “Curl, up,” you instructed as your own fingers curled into the sheets underneath you.
Steve did as he was told and brushed the gummy spot inside you, feeling your walls clamp around his fingers in response as you cried out. You heard Steve groan and you shivered as he added a third finger, stretching you and filling you delightfully.
The heat in your tummy grew as he moved more confidently. Your praise fueling his actions as you moaned. “Fuck, feels so good,” you praised hips moving to meet the thrusts of his hand. “S’good for me, Steve” you whined and Steve groaned again, your praise music to his ears as he dipped back between your thighs again.
Your head tilted back in pleasure as your fingers threaded in his hair, pulling him closer. It felt so good, and to think he had never done this seemed unbelievable.
As you thought this, your eyes rolled back as his other hand grabbed the top of your plush thigh, his tongue going back to your clit. His tongue began to pull you apart and you couldn’t speak coherently from the pleasure he gave you. He reduced you into babbling only one word. “Please,” more. “Please,” I’m close. “Please,” don’t stop. “Please,” and thank you, thank you, thank you.
Steve’s fingers curled, massaging the spongy spot inside you more with each thrust as his lips wrapped around your clit. You were getting tighter around his fingers, practically vibrating underneath him.
And it only took one thing to push you over the edge.
His fingers pressed against the gummy spot just as his teeth gently grazed the bundle of nerves. The action caused your upper body to almost arch off the bed as you cried his name like salvation.
Your orgasm crashing into you like a freight train and you could do nothing put hold onto Steve’s hair and the free hand that dug into your thigh as you gushed around the fingers inside you.
Steve groaned against your clit, sending another wave of pleasure as your pussy convulsed around his fingers. His tongued continuing to lap your sensitive bundle of nerves as he helped your through your orgasm.
You whined when his fingers disappeared from your dripping pussy and he pulled away. You were trying to catch your breath, thighs still trembling as you looked down with hazy eyes. He was kneeling between your legs, half his face glistening with your arousal and his eyes still dilated, still hungry for more.
“Give me another one,” he demanded and your lips parted, watching as he moved his hand that had just been stuffing you and wrapped his fingers around his length. He spread your slick around his cock, using it as lubricant as he stroked. His eyes met yours again and you felt another heat begin to form in your stomach. “Want you to cum on my tongue one more time before you cum on my cock.”
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leafington · 3 months
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𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱'𝘀... 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻... 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘀.
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cw ~ not proofread, cum eating, established relationship, pussydrunk!suna, oral (f!recieving), cunnilingus, light hair-pulling if you squint, semi-public sex, good luck fuck, suna being bold
a/n ~ this one was in the notes for a while, enjoy pussy eater suna 😈
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Suna Rintaro. Eating out his fiancée with no other thought in his head. He had a game in less than twenty minutes and so he took it upon himself to drag her into the team's bus, making her sit back in the seat. It was a tight spot, but he managed to squeeze himself in front of the seat against his back to have himself propped in between Y/n's thighs as he lapped, squirmed, and flicked his tongue in every nook and cranny in her lower lips.
"You're so horny it's almost funny..." Y/n chuckled with a breathy moan. Suna only glared up her with those half-lidded eyes of his. "Not horny, just.. need to taste you." He was lying. The real reason he had her like this was because he liked having her in his mouth before a game, the taste of her cum in his mouth as he sweated on the court. If he got frustrated, he'd lick his lips to taste the flavor of his woman, better yet when he would finger her before bringing his hand to his mouth, subtly licking the tips of his fingers that had the faintness of her slick on it.
"Aran's gonna kill you..." She muttered, caressing the side of his cheek. Whatever Suna replied with she couldn't hear because his voice was muffled by both the flesh of her thighs and the fact that he was high on her pussy as he pressed himself further.
He could tell she was close when she grabbed onto his hair and tugged. "'m not goin' anywhere." His voice was raspy and low. "Mm, fuck, right there, Rin. Coming.. coming.." With one solid, wet, hard lick and a brutal suck on her clit, Y/n gushed all over her fiancé's face, causing him to chuckle in amusement.
"Didn't think you could do that, doll." Suna wiped his mouth of the excess liquid, leaving just enough remaining for him to taste during his match. "Man, I need to marry you now." He added.
"You have another few months, hold out." Y/n giggled, running her thumb over his hairline, making him groan at the thought of waiting to finally have her as his own. "Good luck, baby." She smiled hazily.
"Thank you, love."
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daydreamgoddess14 · 8 months
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Complaints Procedure
MASTERLIST
Roy Kent x F!Reader
Literally just 1.5k of pure filth. Sorry, not sorry?! 😅Taken from this prompt.
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You knew to avoid the locker room immediately before and after matches. The less than stellar performance of the team during the season had seemingly made everyone angry - even Sam was down. Jamie Tartt continued to annoy and degrade everyone who so much as glanced at him, and the so-called Captain looked about ready to throw in the towel. Getting rid of George Cartrick may have been a wise decision, but his replacement was certainly unorthodox. You had your work cut out for you in HR, it was like babysitting 2 year olds - they all still bit, kicked, and scratched. Seeing you always gave them the initiative to put complaints in, complaints that you had to be seen to legitimately deal with, even if dealing with it meant sitting the idiots involved down and giving them a telling off. You had never told off Roy Kent, though. The man terrified and turned you on in equal measure.
Just the low timbre of his voice made your heart pound and flooded your body with want. Training was long over, so you figured you were safe to take some paperwork down to Ted Lasso's office. Your heels clicked on the concrete as you made your way through the maze of rooms. Wage slips for the folks in the ticket office, holiday forms for the staff in the medical and treatment areas, and the weekly update on player relations that Ted had asked you to draft. Who was fighting with who, who had you had to threaten with suspension, and who you'd just had to give an arse kicking to. As you turn to leave Ted’s office, Roy is coming back in from the showers. With just a towel gripped in his hand. You look literally anywhere else. The ceiling tiles become particularly interesting. 
"Oi, what you doing in here?"
"Just dropping some paperwork off, no need to be rude."
"Sorry, just… thought I was alone, that's all." You drag your eyes from the ceiling to his, drawing an invisible line across his nose so you do not look any lower. "See something you like?" He teases, as if he knows it's taking all your will to not look at his chest or the towel. 
"Definitely not. I'm done now, I'll leave you to it." 
 
You're sure you must hold your breath on the walk from the locker room to your office because as soon as you shut the door, it all comes out in a whoooosh. As good-looking as he is, you can't stand his arrogance, dominance, and anger issues. You knew it was nothing new in football or in work at all, really. You'd seen every layer of the food chain, and it was always the top of the tree who thought they were gods gift. You knew he could be kind and thoughtful. You'd seen it for yourself with the younger, less experienced players and with fans too. It was definitely a certain calibre of person who set him off - the Jamie Tartts and George Cartricks of the world. You're still leaning against your office door when you feel and hear it knock. When it begins to open against your back, you have to jump out of the way so it can swing open. Fully clothed, Roy is on the other side. 
"Do I scare you?" He asked, frowning. 
"Course you don't scare me, I'm not a sodding child." You roll your eyes. "Did you need something?" 
"I might need to put in a complaint." You arch an eyebrow at him, 
"Really? Go on?" He took a step closer to you, so you take a step back. 
"I saw the way you looked at me downstairs -" you scoffed, 
"I did not look at you at all. I actively didn't look at you," you start, angry until you see the smirk. "Oh fuck off, did you come up here just for a laugh? I've got enough to deal with picking up 
after Jamie Tartt since he can't stop making everyone miserable." He holds up his hands in surrender. 
"Alright, alright, just a joke," he laughs a little. "You wanted to look though." 
"You are just like the other idiots. So full of your own self importance, you all think everyone wants you." He narrows his eyes and takes another step towards you.
"At the risk of sounding like any of those pricks, tell me you don't?"
"What makes you think-"
"Humour me." He looks at you like he might devour you at any moment, his eyes dark with just a hint of mirth. He knows what you think about when you see him. You feel your breath quicken, and the urge to press your thighs together is desperate, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction of being right. Before he can catch you in a lie, he forces you to take one final step back against your desk and leans down to capture your mouth in a messy, obscene kiss. 
 
The shock of it makes you gasp, giving him access to deepen the kiss. Your hands grip at his shoulders to keep him close, trying to get him even closer if it's possible. He leans you back against your desk, the edge of it digging into the back of your thighs while his hands are trying to touch as much of you as possible. By leaning back on the desk, he can kiss along your jawline. It would be impossible now to make out that you don't want him, your greedy hands roam up his arms and into his hair and the sighs and moans he's pulling from you with just a kiss are insane. The length of his body presses against the length of yours and you feel him hard against your hip. Feeling how much he wants you only makes you need him more. Your hand brushes across the front of his jeans, making him jerk to meet it. He breaks the kiss and watches you breathlessly as you move to undo the button in the waistband. You can tell he's about to ask if you're sure, so you place a soft kiss to his lips,
"I want you to fuck me," you tell him quietly. There is still just a hint of hesitation in your voice, but it's more a fear that he'll reject you than anything else. 
"Fucking hell." He sighs into you. He grips your hips and turns you to face the desk, you rest on your forearms. He has your skirt rucked up around your waist in no time at all and nudges your feet a little further apart. You don't have the time or inclination to feel embarrassed or to consider something more meaningful. The singular thought in your mind is having him inside you. You hear the tear of a condom wrapper and feel him at your core. His hand cups you first, wanting to check that you're ready. "You're so fucking wet," he mutters almost proudly. He gives your hip a little squeeze of warning and pushes inside you. 
"God, Roy yesss," you hiss as he fills you completely. Fully seated, he pauses just a minute to reach down and sweep your hair to one side so he can kiss your neck, "please, Roy-" you push back against him, desperate for more. He takes the hint and pounds into you over and over. He’s hitting exactly where you need him with each thrust, and it's enough to have you believing in some sort of deity. You can feel the pressure building and you're so close to the edge it's overwhelming. "I'm so close, please daddy-" the words tumble from you, unfiltered and unexpectedly - that is a brand new one for you, and when you feel his pace slow just slightly, you're terrified that you've repelled him. He moans low in his chest and redoubles his efforts, unyielding, until you come hard, crying out his name. 
"Say it again," he whispers against your ear, his body draped over your back. His hand reaches around to rub circles over your clit and you're so sensitive that the payback is almost immediate and you can feel another orgasm building. 
"Fuck, make me come again daddy," you beg. He does exactly that within seconds of you asking, his own release coming at the same time. He holds your hips while your legs shake, his forehead resting on the center of your back. He slips out of you and disposes of the condom before turning you gently to rest you back against the desk. You keep your head down, chin to chest, mortified at what's just happened until his nose nudges against yours and he kisses you softly. 
"Holy fucking shit, I should threaten to complain again, that was insane," he breathes, still holding your hips and trying to get you to look up at him. 
"I shouldn’t ha-"
"No, don't do that. You're definitely going to say it again," he chuckles against you, "I fucking promise you'll say it again." 
 
FIN
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ruenextdoor · 1 year
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I love you - pedro pascal x fem reader
summary: pure filth
MINORS DNI !!!
warnings: breeding kink, !dompedro, sub!reader, praising, daddy kink, needy reader, begging, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
Word count : 594 (sorry this is so short my loves)
A/N : this is my first time writing smut... so it might not be the best. i hope you guys enjoy it tho 🫶
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Pedro tore off your panties, discarding them somewhere in his room. Revealing, your poor, wet, sopping pussy begging for attention. He had two hands free, one he used to rub circles around your clit with his fingers and the other he used to unclasp your bra. And with that you let out a moan, the cold air brushing over your nipples, immediately hardening them.
“So fucking wet ..” he groaned “ This all f’me? All worked up because of me sweetheart?” All you could do in response was nod desperately, as he quickened his pace. Now, 3 fingers deep inside of you fucking you with his fingers mercilessly. He watched in awe as your pussy drooled all over his fingers. “ I need your cock, daddy please” you whined
“Greedy” he snarled, leaving a harsh slap on your clit. “Mmm, holy shit. Please fuck me, please.” you begged. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, hair stuck to your forehead with sweat, completely naked, nails digging into the sheets. The scene was quite pathetic, how you were all needy and whiny, but it was all for him, this was how much you wanted him, needed him.
“Since you asked so nicely” he said with a smirk, taking off his shirt and his pants leaving him in just his boxers. “You wanna take 'em off 'f me princess?” he cooed. You slowly took off his boxers watching in awe as his hard cock sprang out. “Fuck" you whined. He stroked himself a few times before he tapped your clit teasingly with his dick, sending vibrations through your body. “Please Pedro I’m begging you” you croaked
Finally, he slid into as you both let out moans of pleasure. Slowly starting to pick up the pace, one hands planted on your hip to keep you in place and held a steady speed of fucking you. The other harshly grabbing at your breast, toying with your nipple. Sounds of skin slapping skin filling the entire the room. He brought down a hand and started to rub your clit, increasing your pleasure. "It's so deep, your so big Pedro." you babbled mindlessly
Fucking you in all the right places till hit he finally hit your sweet spot, that little spongy spot that made you go feral. "Look at you, taking my cock like such a good girl." He was fucking you so good that your vision went blurry and you couldn't think straight. "Fuck Pedro 'm gonna cum" you moaned, eyes rolling as you threw your head back in pleasure, feeling your climax inching closer. He held a steady pace pounding in and out of you as he tightly held onto your hips, chasing his own high. " 'M gonna cum too princess" he breathed. "Cum inside me daddy, wanna feel you" you moaned. " ‘M gonna fill you up nice and good bunny” he groaned, fucking into you deeper with each thrust, helping you both reach each other’s climaxes.
“Im cumming, Pedro, ‘m cummin, fuck it feels so good daddy” you moaned. Moaning even louder as you felt him release inside of you, riding out each others highs. “Thank you.. thank you feels so good daddy thank you so much” you moaned. Completely out of it, he layed on top of you for a bit, still inside of you. Face buried in the crook of your neck, “You feel so good bunny” he spoke against your skin. He came up to pull you into a deep passionate kiss.
"Pedro?"
"Hm?"
"I love you."
"Love you more princess"
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vonne-inc · 1 year
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VONNE, INC. — PRODUCT: teasing.
sub!armin x fem!reader. uses of (y/n); she/her. thigh riding. hand-job.
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armin whined, fingertips dancing along his clothed arousal, only enough pressure to ensure that he'd feel the strokes of pleasure, yet need more. it was tortuous to him, but he knew she'd unlikely stop. always, she had a fondness of teasing him - whether in public or in the behind closed doors, he figured she enjoyed seeing him blush or become flustered.
although, armin wouldn't deny that he liked that side of her.
"please.. i need more, (y/n).." he bucked his hips into her palm, only receiving a 'tsk' in return, "nuh-uh, not yet, pretty boy." she returned her hand back down to his boxers, her thumb rubbing over the covered tip. (y/n) smiled kindly, her actions showing otherwise, "this is your punishment, isn't it? after all, it is your fault you're in this mess."
he couldn't deny she was right, he did cause this upon himself. all over.. he couldn't even remember.. all his thoughts were focused on her movements. lust filling his senses; begging to be pleased more.
he muffled his whine, choking back as he furrowed his brows. armin had become desperate for any friction, any feeling of her against him, "can you- mm- can you, at least.." he struggled to get the words out of his mouth, her thumb rubbing harder than before. she titled her head, her freehand holding his thigh as her fingers massaged along his inner, "becoming a stuttering mess, all over me putting a little more pressure?.. i guess, i'll just have to—" removing her thumb from his tip, she looked at his frustrated gaze, "—stop."
as much as he wanted to protest against her actions, (y/n) would force him to say what he wanted either way. armin bit his tongue, "can you.. ride my thigh, please." (y/n) hummed, she wasn't opposed to it; they'd done it before, countless of times, though this was a punishment - but he asked so nicely.. she shook her head, "if you can be a good boy for me, then we can do anything you want."
the words seemed enough to motivate armin. he held his hands in the place she asked earlier; by his sides, gripping at the sheets. of course he wanted to touch her, feel her, and so much more - but if he could do anything he wanted after these events were over? he would just have to restrain himself.
as she applied more pressure, she stroked his shaft the best she could through the fabric. he'd been punished enough, the least she could do for him is let him have what he's begged for. pausing, she laced her fingers in the waistline, lowering the boxers enough for his erection to be freed. armin shivered, the sudden cool air against his cock surprised him. his dick twitched, practically begging for (y/n) to presume. she climbed out of her underwear, swiftly taking them off. her arousal had gotten the best of her; the growing wetness becoming unbearable for her comfort.
setting herself upon his exposed thigh, she groaned as she began grinding herself down. her clit brushed back and forth, the shocks of pleasure causing broken sounds to escape from her throat. moving her dominate hand to stroke armin, an airy moan echoed from him. whimpers escaped from his throat as he threw his head back at her fast strokes. he so close, desperate to release. feeling her wetness rub against his thigh made him further motivated to cum. all he wanted was to ravish her - to please her, have her shaking. even thinking about it made him pulse.
"f-fuck.. please- just like that-!" her thumb rubbing against the underside of his cock, trailing against his vein and upwards to his sensitive tip, was enough to cause him to break. "i-i'm gonna cum! please– don't stop, please!" thrusting his hips into her touch, his moans became all the louder. (y/n) could feel herself becoming closer too. she grinded herself further down, faster and sloppier, "cum with me, my love- cum with me!" her demand sounded more desperate than composed. though, she couldn't care either way - all she needed was to see him cum.
his breath hitched as she felt his hips stutter, strings if white shot out of his slit. spilling on her hand and forearm, dripping down to land on the sheets. his head began to feel dizzy as his cock still spurt out cum. his legs shook as his eyes began to water, "thank you– thank you for letting me cum.. thank you, thank you!" his desperate thanks were enough to cause (y/n)'s release. her breathing became heavier as she held her clit against his warm thigh, feeling her orgasm overcome her senses. her grip moved from his cock to his hand on the bed. as she rode out her orgasm, armin continued to send his thanks and praises to her - all of them going from one ear out the other.
"you helped me so well, miss.. i'm so happy." he kissed her neck as he slowly laid her down, climbing between her thighs as he looked up at her, "it's my turn now, isn't it, my darling?"
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honeybadgerwritings · 2 years
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Don’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head
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Pairing: Peter Ballard x Afab Fem! Reader - 001 x Afab Fem! Reader
Requested: request for smut prompts 8 28 29 33 with Peter Ballard or Jamie, whichever you think is more fitting! i love ur writing <3 hope ur doing well
Summary: An exhausted, overworked reader is forced to stay on shift over night. Can Peter convince her to take a break?
Warnings: Smut, Finger Sucking, Fingering, Oral (Fem Recieving), Impact Play (Pussy Spanking), Extreme Overstimulation, Dumbification, Praise Kink (LMK if I missed anything.)
A/N: I feel like a whore... that’s all
Prompts:
8. “Suck on my fingers baby.”
28. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”
29. “Your thighs are shaking so much.”
33. “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.”
⚠️ This fic is 18+ so minors DNI ⚠️
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You aren’t supposed to be here.
You’re supposed to be at home on your couch, eating a microwaved TV dinner and watching sitcom reruns on your old, barely working television, much like you normally do after your shifts are over. But no. You’re stuck at your shitty job overnight.
Because your boss physically will not let you leave.
If you didn’t work for a top secret government facility, you would definitely be concerned about the legalities of this situation. However, because you do, you have to deal with these types of things no questions asked. Hawkins National Laboratory is not a place anyone should cross, or they might end up six feet underground with nobody looking for them.
There had been a fight earlier in the day involving two of the children, which meant quite a bit of paper work needed to be done. Normally it would be split up between the two nurses who were on duty at the time, because otherwise it would take way too long to complete.
But unfortunately for you, your secondary nurse came up with some stupid excuse to leave early, complaining of an upset stomach and nausea. Funnily enough, at lunch she’d been talking about going out with friends tonight and “getting wasted.”
You could see right through her lies, but much to your dismay, Dr. Martin Brenner could not. For someone who claims to be so intelligent, he can be real thick in the head sometimes.
He had sent the other nurse home with a wave of his hand, before turning to you with an annoyed, “You are not to leave this building until that paperwork is complete. Am I understood?”
You opened your mouth to tell him that was unattainable for you, but your office door was shut in your face before you could even make a sound.
That was five hours ago, and everyone else had since gone home, give or take a couple night guards and the overnight orderly. After hours, the level of staff significantly dwindles down to just those who are here for security purposes.
So here you are, typing away on your computer, mindlessly entering file after file into the system. Your eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long, your fingers ache from the never ending typing and writing you’ve been doing, and your brain is absolutely fried.
You had hoped you could get it all done in time to leave and get at least a few hours of sleep, but that was proving to be impossible. You just want take a break from all this thinking and go home. Home to your warm, comfy bed.
You can’t help but close your eyes, longing to be wrapped up in your cozy sheets with nothing else in the world to worry about. Your head resting on the cold side of your pillow as the fireplace crackles next to you. You don’t even realize your fingers have remained pressed down on the keyboard until a hand gently clasps your shoulder.
“I may not be an expert darling, but I don’t think this is quite the information they’re looking for.”
Your eyes shoot open and you jump slightly at the sound of the voice. You glance over your shoulder to see your friend Peter in all his glory, staring down at you in nothing but amusement. You can’t help but stare back, eyes tracing his every - perfectly sculpted - feature. It’s almost unfair to you how beautiful he is; some days you even find yourself feeling jealous. The rest of the time though, you’re swooning.
As cheesy as it may sound, it’s the truth. It might be the way he speaks to with such tenderness, or maybe the way he gently touches you; one of his hands always placed on the small of your back, on your shoulder, or sometimes even in your hair when he feels like playing with it. Your favorite though?
Anytime you’re even a little nervous, he doesn’t hesitate to grasp your hand into his. It makes you flustered every time without fail, though he finds it endearing.
He always makes the same face when he’s amused with you too, a smirk resting on his lips and his eyes lighting up while he teases you about your bright pink cheeks. Much like the same face he’s making at you right now.
Oh, wait.
“Sorry, what’d you say?”
His smirk grows, and he huffs out a small laugh. One of his hands moves to brush the hair from your face, while the other reaches over, gently pulling your finger from where it had been pressing down on one of the keys.
Your brows furrow as you turn back towards your computer, seeing the screen filled with nothing but the letter “P.” You can’t help but groan, dropping your head into your crossed arms. Peter chuckles, sitting down on the table next to the computer, watching your utter misery.
“I thought you only work day shift.” You say, muffled.
“I don’t know where you got that idea from. I work plenty of night shifts.” You can’t help but raise your head, staring at him, dumbfounded. “How the fuck do you do it? This is hell.”
He huffs out a sigh, his amusement now being mixed with pity as he studies your features. You look exhausted. Hair that was once neatly tucked away into your bun has now fallen messily, and your eyes have formed dark circles under them, only highlighting how tired you must be.
“I heard what happened. Brenner told me to ‘key an eye on you’ in fact.”
Your face falls into one of disbelief, “You’re kidding.” He shakes his head, and you roll your eyes, repeatedly pressing the backspace button on the keyboard, “This is so stupid. It’s already almost midnight, and I’m only halfway through this stuff. My mind is fried Peter. It hurts to think.”
He watches you for another moment as you type away maniacally, entering the correct information into the system this time.
“You know…” he reaches over, placing one of his hands gently over yours, causing you to look at him, “It doesn’t hurt to take a break once in a while.”
You think about it for a second, and only a second, before shaking your head and continuing to type, “I can’t, I have to get this done. I want to actually get some sleep tonight.”
He frowns, but doesn’t say anything else as he leans back to watch you work.
You continue typing for another few minutes, completely zoning out as you enter in file after file. You expect Peter to leave you to your devices, but he does just the opposite. He stays right where he is, eyes focused on you. Normally you don’t mind comfortable silences, they’re usually pretty peaceful, but this is anything but that.
At some point, it becomes harder to focus on the work before you. You become hyper aware of how his eyes burn through you, and can practically feel them watching your every move, raking up and down your body.
You chew on your lip in an attempt to ignore him and keep working. And if you just so happen to be pressing your thighs together, you can only hope that he doesn’t take notice.
Except he does.
“Something wrong sweetheart?” He asks, a teasing edge in his tone. You try to ignore him but he stands to face you, and you bite your lip even harder.
Finally, you look up at him, your eyes meeting his devilishly blue ones. He’s still got that stupid smirk on that stupidly handsome face with his stupidly perfect hair and-
Goddammit.
“Stop it.”
He raises an eyebrow, playing dumb, “Stop what?” He knows exactly what he’s doing.
You huff and shake your head, eyes rolling as you turn back towards the computer, “You know what.”
He hums, pausing for a moment before he leans down, lips inches from your ear, “Why?” He whispers, and dear god you’re about to collapse in this god forsaken desk chair, “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”
Your breath hitches, and your eyes pinch shut. You can’t help but dig your fingernails into your palms in an effort to ground yourself. If only you could get it together, because this really isn’t the best time or place for this to be happening to you. You find yourself rubbing your thighs together again, not even caring if he notices this time.
You try to say his name in an attempt to be firm with him, to warn him to stop.
“Peter…”
You fucking whimper it.
He wastes no time, spinning the desk chair so you’re facing him. He places his hands on both armrests as he leans over you, effectively trapping you in.
“Oh sweetheart…” He cooes at you, head tilting in mock sympathy, and you can feel your resolve slipping away, “Why don’t we take a little break hm?”
You turn your head back towards the computer for a moment, that tiny little part of you fighting so hard to stay focused, “I…I don’t-”
He gently grips your chin, tilting your head back to face him, and god, if you aren’t the prettiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Your pupils are so unbelievably dilated, your cheeks are flushed a deep shade of red, and your bottom lip is plump from your consistent biting.
With the way your hair messily falls into your face and your chest heaves with stuttered breaths, he wants nothing more than to spread you out on a table, and have his way with you until you’re a trembling mess beneath him. He trails his hand up slightly to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking over your brow bone.
“I bet that brain of yours is so tired isn’t it? All those thoughts running through your head- they’re just too much for you to handle aren’t they?”
Your legs are trembling and your head is spinning. The way he’s speaking is so new to you, but it has you ready to drop to your knees in front of him. He’s not too far off either; you’re so tired and your brain hurts. You need a break. You need-
“You need someone to make them all go away don’t you?”
Jesus fucking Christ.
You inhale sharply, his words going straight to your core. Your mouth opens and closes as you try to pry a response from your muddled thoughts, slightly resembling a fish out of water. You give up eventually, opting to let out a desperate whine instead. You can’t decide what’s more distracting- the ache between your legs or the way his hand cradles your face.
His thumb moves to trace over your bottom lip, while a mocking pout settles on his own, “Poor thing, so tired and dumb that she can’t even form a proper sentence.”
He’s right, he’s so unbelievably right. Which is why you don’t even realize that you’ve wrapped your lips around his thumb and are gently sucking on it. His eyes are filled with pure hunger as he watches you with parted lips of his own.
He gently pulls his thumb out from between your lips, not even giving you a chance to whine before replacing it with both his middle and pointer finger. You continue to look up at him, mindlessly sucking on both digits and letting yourself feel utterly blissful.
“That’s it,” he praises, “suck on my fingers baby.”
You hum in response, closing your eyes as you circle your tongue around them, hollowing out your cheeks. He lets you have your fun for another moment or two, mesmerized by the way you’ve become an absolute mess for him, before slipping his fingers out from your mouth and admiring how the drool slips down your chin.
You whine pathetically as he does so, and he cooes in response, “Shhh, c’mon pretty girl.” He takes your hand, helping you stand from your chair and guiding you over to one of the nursing cots. As he sets you down, he tries to pull away for a moment, but you don’t let him. You grip the front of his crisp white shirt between your fingers and pull him towards you, clashing your lips against his.
He huffs out a laugh against your lips, mumbling, “greedy little thing,” in between kisses. And he’s right, you are greedy, and aching, and desperate to feel him, and only him. You’re entire body is filled to the brim with nothing but desire.
Peter climbs onto the cot, hovering over you as his lips slowly make their way down your jawline, your neck, and your chest. He leaves nothing but endless hickeys in his wake as you come completely undone beneath him. He fumbles with the buttons of your shirt and the clasp of your bra, prying them both off of you, one after the other.
If you had been told five hours ago that you would be here by the end of the night, you would’ve laughed and slammed the door in that person’s face. But yet, here you are, brainless, desperate, and completely at the mercy of Peter, while his lips explore every visible inch of skin on your body.
He practically drools as the sight of your breasts, fondling them in his hands. You can’t help but moan when he attaches his lips to one of your nipples, suckling on it gently while he pinches the other one. He switches back and forth, both for his and your own pleasure. His eyes flick up to your face, watching you writhe in desperation underneath him. His cock is so painfully hard in his pants, but that’s the least of his worries right now, only wanting to hear your pretty little moans as he makes you feel good.
“That’s it darling. Don’t think, just feel. I’ll make it all feel better.”
His lips continue their attack on your skin, making their way down your tummy and to the hem of your skirt. He gently pushes your legs up, and his hands are quick to slide the bottom of the skirt up to your waist, revealing your baby pink panties.
“Oh baby…” He moans at the sight, watching as your hole pulses and flutters underneath the soaked, translucent fabric. His eyes flick up to your face once more, seeing just how fucked out you look, without him even touching you yet, “Look at how messy you are.”
He’s honestly half a second away from devouring your perfect little cunt before your sweet voice fills his ears, pausing his movements entirely.
“P-Peter…” you stutter, nervously. It might be the only word you can physically form right now, but that isn’t stopping you from expressing concern.
You aren’t a virgin, but this type of situation is new to you. Your mind has never been so clouded. It’s not that it doesn’t feel good, because, god does it feel good, you just haven’t experienced such vulnerability before. So you can’t help the way your hands tremble while his face is inches from your exposed pussy.
It takes no more than two seconds for his hand to reach up and grasp yours, squeezing reassuringly, “I got you. I’m right here.” he soothes, and you release a slow breath. He never fails to calm your nerves.
“That’s it,” he smiles, feeling your hand slowly stop trembling in his grasp, “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.” You squeeze his hand in return and he can’t help but place a gentle kiss to your inner thigh,
“If you want me to stop at any point, I will. Just say the word. Do you understand?” You nod dumbly in response, only to yelp as his other hand comes down hard against your cunt, spanking it.
“I need you to use your words for this one darling,” he chides, cupping his hand over your drooling cunt in an effort to soothe the pain, “C’mon, you can do it.”
It takes you longer that you care to admit, and you struggle for a moment or two, desperately trying to form enough words in your head for a valid response. Your chest heaves as another pathetic whimper escapes your lips, prompting another slap to your core.
Your whole body jerks this time, forcing out a desperate cry of, “Y-Yes s-sir!”
And if he wasn’t salivating at the mouth before, he certainly is now. He moans in response, thumb circling your clit over your panties, before sliding them to the side.
“Good fucking girl.”
He leans in and places a sweet kiss to your cunt, as if apologizing for striking it. You shudder at that first contact. It sends a shock through you, hyper sensitive with want. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks very gently. Your head is thrown back immediately as he provides you the relief you’ve been needing.
“O-oh Peter…”
His tongue laps at your clit before flicking it through your folds, and looking up at you through his lashes. He loves how you’re reacting as he borderline makes out with your soaked cunt. Your moans fill the air as you take what he gives you, and Peter can’t be more grateful that the nursing rooms are sound proof, your pretty little noises being for his ears only. He dips his tongue down to your weepy hole, circling it around the entrance to taste you.
“So wet for me,” he mumbles against you. You whimper, hole fluttering at how good he’s making you feel, “You taste like heaven.”
He pulls back to lightly blow on your cunt, his saliva cooling in the air. He chuckles as he watches you twitch, licking another strip over your clit and blowing on it again. You whine and shift underneath him, your hips involuntary bucking. He smirks, shushing you gently, before dipping back in to taste you.
Your back arches off of the bed while he sucks and laps at you, upper body rising and falling violently on the bed. It’s almost like he’s been starved for weeks, and your cunt is the only thing that can satiate his hunger. He savors every taste of you, like he’s never eaten anything more luscious.
You hardly even notice when he pauses to remove your panties entirely, slipping them up your legs and placing them in his back pocket.
His tongue dips inside of you while he circles your nub with his thumb. Your hips buck to meet his face and you can’t help but grind into his tongue, feeling the coil in your lower stomach beginning to tighten. Your desperate little moans and gasps fill the room as his tongue plunges inside you. Your paperwork is long forgotten at this point as your thoughts empty out of your head, being replaced with just…
Peter
A small part of you registers the fact that he’s still holding your hand as he eats you out. He’s bringing you to new heights of pleasure, reducing you to nothing but a sobbing thing beneath him, all while holding your hand to let you know your safe. To let you know he’s taking care of you.
That thought alone has your toes curling, and another pathetic cry leaves your lips.
He can tell you’re getting close, based on the intensity of your moans and the way your muscles begin to pulse. He maneuvers so his mouth is back to suckling on your clit, and one of his fingers is circling your entrance. He eyes you above him, watching your mouth part in utter ecstasy as he slides his middle finger inside of you.
You’re far gone – so far gone.
He hardly gets a chance to relish in how tight your perfect little hole is before you’re pushed over the edge, completely coming undone around him.
Choked out moans and pants fill the air, and you cum so hard around his finger it makes you lurch forward, entire body shaking. "Shh, shh,” he hushes you, "There you go. Good girl.”
He pumps his finger in and out of you, working you through your orgasm. Your body collapses back against the bed as you attempt to catch your breath, but Peter has other plans. He releases his grip on your hand, wasting no time attaching his lips to your clit once again, sucking on it with much more intensity this time.
A surprised whine escapes your lips and your back arches, legs trying to close around his head. You’re too sensitive, but he doesn’t care, arm moving to rest across your hips, holding your thighs apart to keep your legs opened, your cunt bared.
“A-Ah!” You cry out, unable to stop the way your legs are trembling. Your hands quickly find their way into his hair, needing something to desperately cling to. His finger continues to pump in and out of you as he devours your poor little cunt. Tears prick at your eyes from how fucking good it feels.
He teases a second finger at the entrance of your leaking hole, before easily plunging it in beside the first one. The stretch feels amazing, and it’s the first thing you’re able to actually vocalize since before he even started eating your cunt.
“God, fuck- feels so good- feels so fucking good Peter…need more.”
He hums around your clit, the vibrations shooting throughout your whole cunt, and your eyes roll back into your head. You can feel him teasing a third finger against your hole and you grind down into it, needing to feel more of him. He obliges, thrusting it into you along with his other two fingers, stretching you out deliciously around them.
Slowly, the sensitivity of it all begins to burn away as your next orgasm approaches once more. It builds up much quicker than before with the way his fingers fuck you open, bringing you right to the edge.
“Oh- oh fuck I-I’m gonna cum…”
You can’t help but look down at him, watching as he licks and sucks on your clit, moaning into you to let you know just how much he’s enjoying it. He eyes look up to meet yours and god he looks so good like this, hair tousled, eyes wild with desire, and his mouth coated in your slick as he suckles on your clit.
The coil within your stomach snaps as you look at him, and you’re pushed over the edge once again. Your grind your pussy down into him as you ride out the high once more, letting him work you through it.
Your slick drips down his hand as your hole clenches around him, and he pulls away from you, placing gentle kisses up and down your trembling inner thighs as you come back down.
You pant, sweat dripping down your forehead as you lay back, feeling completely blissful and floaty. Peter’s definitely done a good job at emptying your head of any and all thoughts that weren’t of him, because you’re so unbelievably fucked out.
“Your thighs are shaking so much.” His voice echoes through your head, as he runs his free hand over them, feeling them tremble from even the slightest touch.
He gives you a few more seconds to rest before a dark chuckles escapes him, and he curls his fingers inside of you deliciously. A strangled gasp fills the air and your whole body twitches when he leans back down, licking a strip from just above your hole, up to your clit. You struggle to form words of protest, already feeling twice as sensitive as last time.
“N-no! Can’t Peter- I can’t!” You sob, tears finally breaking free and rolling down your cheeks.
He lays his head to the side, resting it on your inner thigh. He pulls his fingers out for a moment, using one of them to rim your hole as he looks up at you in mock sympathy.
“Ohhh but I think you can. I think this sweet little pussy of yours can give me one more yeah?” He teases, and you shake your head, squirming, “So that’s what you’re going to give me.” He dives back in, mercilessly attacking your overstimulated cunt.
Thrashing would be the best word to define you right now, hands leaving his hair and finding anchors on the sweat-soaked sheets of the cot beneath you. Your head turns into the nearest pillows in an effort to not sound like you’re being murdered, mascara running and wisps of hair flying and soft laughs that go through your entire soul as Peter watches your struggle. As he enables it.
He returns to those sloppy kisses that let him get a taste of you. Your muscles clench and your hips lift off the bed entirely as his tongue works you out. His lips on your clit and his dispersed praises and those rough licks on your cunt like you’re laid out before him like a meal, which honestly isn’t too far off.
You can’t stop shifting, not with the pain that bubbles in your stomach from your third building orgasm. It’s intense. It’s sensitive. It hurts. You tear at the sheets, then back to his hair, blubbering like an absolute child about it. Your third orgasm approaches so quickly that it’s painful. You’re a sobbing, wild, mess beneath Peter, and he’s absolutely relishing in it.
“P-Peter…” you sob weakly, his name once again being the only word you can piece together in your fucked out little brain. It hurts so bad but it feels so good at the same time, and your senses feel like they’re dialed to 11.
“Shhh,” he places a gentle kiss right above your clit, gently stroking your thigh with the thumb of his free hand, offering you a slight reprieve, “C’mon, you can do it.”
All of a sudden his fingers are pumping into you at an impossibly intense rate, and he’s licking and sucking on your cunt like his life depends on it. Your head is thrown back, and your eyes roll into your head as he walks no, —drags—your orgasm from you with determined fists, leaving nothing in his wake.
You’re seeing hallucinations. You have to be. Colors flying across a canvas of pure white, neon dots and black floaters that have you convinced you may have died and come back to life. Your body- your muscles and sinew and bones and soul shake with the fervor of it. Convulse, really.
Peter sighs as he rises, almost like he’s just had the most refreshing glass of water after hours exercise, yet you feel like the exerted one, twitching from aftershocks and tremors. He slips his fingers from your hole, licking them clean as he admires the aftermath of his attack on your poor cunt.
You’re red, swollen, pulsing, and slickened with sweat and cum and spit. It’s a little beautiful, the way your cum is leaking out of your entrance and onto the sheets. He dips down once more, swiping his tongue against your hole for one final taste of you, and your whole body convulses, a desperate sob ripping from your lips.
“Shhh sweetheart,” he shushes, “No more, I promise. You did so good for me.”
You can hardly even hear him, your mind a thousand miles away. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine, and your whole body is tingling. Peter climbs up the cot until he’s laying on his side above you, stroking the sweaty hair from your face. You hum in content as his sweet words and praises begin to flood into your ears, bringing you back to the present.
“There she is,” he places a kiss to your hair line, thumb stroking your jaw, “Feeling okay?” You nod still feeling floaty.
“Feels good…” You hum, and he chuckles.
“I’d hope so. It wasn’t too much for you was it?” You shake your head, easing his concern slightly. You pry your eyes open to meet his, smiling at him.
“No. It was perfect Peter, thank you…” you lean up to kiss him again, and he returns it, hand gently cradling your face. The two of you lay back down in the bed, and you rest your head on his chest. His arms find their way around you as he lets you calm down in his arms, the trembling of your body not having fully stopped yet.
It isn’t until you’re half asleep that you remember the paperwork, shooting up and scaring the hell out of Peter. The idea of doing it all, now that you’re even more exhausted, brings you to tears again. But this time, not so happy ones.
“Hey, hey don’t worry about it.” Peter’s arms wrap around your waist, cradling you from behind, “You don’t have to finish the paperwork sweetheart.”
You hiccup, shaking your head, “But Brenner’s gonna be pissed if I don’t and there’s nobody else to get it done because Miranda wanted to go out and get drunk and-”
“Listen to me,” his lips rest up against the shell of your ear, speaking to you like he would the children when they’re scared or upset. He knows that your hypersensitive and floaty state of mind is only adding on to your levels of stress, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about the paperwork. I’m going to get you all cleaned up okay? And I’ll talk with Brenner in the morning, come up with something.”
You turn to look at him, all doe eyed and puzzled, “How do you know he’ll listen to you?”
Peter smiles in return as if he knows something that you don’t, and wipes the tears away before placing a chaste kiss to your cheek, “He always does…I think I’m his favorite,” you roll your eyes, letting the comment go over your head as you grumble about wishing you were the favorite employee. A smirk takes over his face at your blatant naivety.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about it baby, now c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” And you oblige, letting him take care of you. He manages find some rags, wetting them and wiping the sweat and tears from your face. He uses another to clean the mess between your legs, gently shushing you when you whine in discomfort. He helps you back into your clothes, aside from your ruined panties, before you both curl up in one of the unused cots for the night.
And the next morning, if any of the other orderlies notice him holding your hand on your way out of your office, well, they don’t say a word.
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Requested by: @hbaramas
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gunksh1t · 11 months
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Being edged over and over as they keep fucking into you and bringing you to the brink of cumming before suddenly pulling out and refusing to touch you just as you're about to cum. Giggling at your pathetic whines and watching you desperately hump the air.
All you can do is beg and sob as they repeat it over and over until your thighs are shaking and your face is mess of tears with your eyes rolled back and your head is fuzzy and you can't think about anything except how badly you need to cum and how achy your hole is yet it feels so good;
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease"
Letting out a squeal when they suddenly slap your hole, gasping with each slap until you're throbbing and squirming. A fresh rush of tears spilling onto your cheeks as you shake and moan.
"Pretty baby, don't you know that good little toys don't talk?"
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spookykoolkat · 7 months
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I absolutely adore your writing!
I wanted to request a Eddie Munson and plus size!Henderson!reader smut!
After dropping Dustin off after Hellfire one night Eddie finally meets Dustin’s sister who is essentially the female version of Eddie. He is smitten with her but doesn’t show it in fear it will mess up him and Dustin’s relationship. He makes excuses to come over to the house more often (which the reader notices). She teases him on purpose, short skirts, low cut shirts, little touches when they pass each other. She’s driving him crazy. One night Dustin invites him over for a movie night and to discuss the new campaign, when Eddie and the reader are the only ones left awake will the tension be to much? Will he finally crack?
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an: hiii!!! thank u sm for the request AND all the love i've gotten on my work 🖤🖤 i hope this does your request justice omg!! 😭 because i sure as hell really liked writing it idkidkidk eddie in this one is just so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 anyways pls feel free to send more requests, i appreciate all the love omg like i didnt know so many ppl would like my writing especially being new to writing on tumblr 🥹TYSM OMG PLS I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THIS i love the feedback! also this is hardly proof read so. yeah :p
warnings: 18+ only, minors dni! minors are NOT welcomed. eddie x plus size!reader, eddie x henderson!reader. this is pure filth, pure smut, literally porn with a plot. p in v (unprotected) *this is fiction pls protect urself*, slight exhibitionism (if u squint), oral sex (f receiving), mirror sex kind of, pet names, dirty talk, spanking/slapping, eddie being eddie
wc: 8.5k
summary: you're dustin's older sister, and notice his best friend taking a particular liking to you.
when eddie first realized who dustin’s older sister was, he was mind fucked. when dustin told eddie about you, dustin made it a note to emphasize the fact that he and you were the same age, and had eddie been, as dustin put it, ‘normal student,’ he would’ve graduated the same year as his sister. but, eddie remembered who you were. very vividly, and when he met you again formally at dustin’s house about a year ago—let’s just say eddie was obsessed with everything that had to do with you. he listened to the music you blasted from your room once he got into his van, he remembered the movies you watched so he could watch them and know why you liked them so much, and he remembered the books you carried and the ones you would read in your living room on his way to dustin’s basement. he wanted to consume you in every way.
"i can't really stay long dustin, Wayne's been getting on my ass," eddie said as dustin dragged him to his front door.
"yeah yeah, whatever, come on i just got this new comic, you have to see it," he said eagerly and eddie just sighed, waiting for dustin's knocking to be heard. and it was.
"dustin i swear if you don't have your key i'm going to literally rip-" you yelled through the front door as you swung it open, not to see only dustin but the guy you went to school with who you knew as the local weed supplier.
"what are you doing with my brother?" you spit, ignoring the fact that eddie looked a little starstruck. he didn't even hear you because of how loud your outfit was, the way your body was tight against your little dress you had in, how your tits looked pressed together, the way your hand rested on your hip as you looked at him irritatedly.
"don't start," dustin said and pushed passed you, telling eddie to come on.
"uh, i'm eddie," he introduced and you smiled through your small laugh, opening the door.
"yeah, i know who you are," you said and he almost thought he felt a shiver down his spine. you knew him, you knew who he was. and now that he saw you in person, he realized he overestimated his will power to be a gentleman and not get hard just at the sight of you.
"go ahead, but you're not staying long. ten minutes." you said strictly and he nodded frantically, stepping inside and following dustin straight to the basement, his eyes looking back for yours as you shut the door and turned, giving him a smile.
he was fucked. that was the start of a year long obsession he tried so desperately to hide. and failed.
you noticed eddie and you had the same interests, you heard megadeth and soundgarden blast through his radio in his shitty van dropping dustin off late, and even in school you saw the patches of rock and metal bands you liked on his backpack, or the studs on his jean jacket. you liked his style and like him, you carried the punk rock edge to you with multiple facial piercings and your black clothing. you enjoyed your style, even in high school you managed to apply dark makeup and were only allowed on piercing, so you kept your lip one. you grew into your own as you got older, only having a liking for horror and sci-fi movies, metal, rock and goth music, and loving your dark dull aesthetic. and eddie liked it too, he actually couldn’t believe how sexy you made looking and dressing like a ‘freak.’
you also noticed these last few months eddie has been coming over a lot more frequently, sometimes at night, sometimes early in the morning to take dustin to school. you didn’t realize until he came over three days in a row, and noticed he would linger in the same room you were in while dustin was off doing his usual around the house, or he’d make comments about the movie you’d be watching and then leave. you never minded it of course, you liked talking to him, you actually felt seen around him and he made you feel like the two of you could relate a lot more than you think.
you also kind of liked to push how far you could go with his boundaries. you’ve had a small crush on him since he started coming around a year ago, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter when he’d greet you with a small hug, or a blush when he’d tell you he liked the outfit you had on. but as the months went on you noticed your words took effect on him too, and you relished in the fact that you knew you could make him squirm a bit.
he enjoyed it even though he knew what you were doing, even though he was going fucking insane. he refused to indulge in his fantasies, in dropping hints that he wanted you in every way possible, he refused to risk his own relationship with your brother. he tried for the entire year he and your brother were friends, to ignore the things you do involuntarily. he didn’t know if half the things you did were on purpose or not, but he had to choke down groans seeing you bend over in tight black dresses, he had to refrain from sneaking into your room just so he can see what it looks like. he hated that you did this to him, that you could be this damn sexy it’s like it was doomed from the beginning.
it was the night dustin had a few friends over for a small get together, one of them being eddie and the others being his usual friend group, mike, el, max, lucas, will and steve as well. steve was forced to go by dustin and eddie, eddie mainly begging because he didn’t want to be the only babysitter there.
you were wearing your usual lounging around outfit when you decided to change because you were heading out that night with a few friends, and you got into your usual all black outfit. only this time you had on black mini skirt on that barely covered your ass as you walked, so to help with coverage you chose black sheer, nearly see through, tights underneath that were slightly torn and ripped, and your top was a deep cut baby tee that was black with rhinestones on it. it was cute to you, you loved skimpy clothes as much as anyone else did and you loved the way it hugged onto your thick body.
you just finished your makeup when you decided to slip on your black heeled boots and go downstairs to gather your things. it was kind of like in the movies when the woman steps down the stairs in her ballgown, having her date gawk at her. only this time you had two little pieces of clothes dripped in all black, and eddie was the one gawking at you while everyone paid attention to the game they were playing.
“i can’t believe i’m here. where the fuck is robin and nance?” steve huffed as he slumped in his seat, eating his pizza.
“you know you should be more grateful to spend time with us, asshole. we could all die tomorrow!” dustin exclaimed from his seat, and steve just rolled his eyes.
“how about in right now?” he mumbled.
eddie wasn’t too focused on anything except the music coming from upstairs, is that the cranberries?, he asked himself, trying to crane his neck as if it’d make him hear better. it wasn’t long before he heard your door open and your hard footsteps treading down the stairs. he felt his heartbeat pick up and the minute you fell into his peripheral he had to turn to look at you. big fucking mistake.
the minute he saw your curvy figure in your tight clothing that just made everything more prominent, he felt that rush. not adrenaline rush, he felt his blood fall from his cheeks and straight into his cock. he was beyond embarrassed, lucky for him he was holding a pillow next to him and quickly moved it over his front. something you saw very briefly, wondering why he looked pained almost.
“alright, i’m leaving dustin, don’t fuck the house up or i will kill everyone here and get away with it,” you said emotionless, going to grab your purse and keys on the kitchen counter.
“don’t get pregnant!” dustin shouted from the living room and you walked back in to say goodbye to your little brother and his friends.
“yeah yeah you too, bye, love you,” you said and leaned down to leave a kiss on his forehead, something eddie paid way too close attention to. he could see down your shirt from his seat, and he could only feel his pants grow tighter around his waist. he wanted to stuff his face in your chest, to hold you by your wide waist and pull you to his body. he wanted to defile you more than you’d ever been.
“problem eddie?” you asked, snapping your fingers where you stand behind dustin, sending everyone’s eyes to his direction.
“uh, wha- I, no, yeah i like this game too,” he stuttered and mostly everyone tried to stifle their laugh while dustin questioned him.
“okay?” you said in a confused laugh, walking off around the group to pass by eddie and bringing your hand to ruffle through his brown locks, and to his shoulder to squeeze slightly.
“see ya later, weirdo,” you said and left, leaving eddie rock hard, embarrassed and in complete shock. he needed your touch everywhere, and that same night after he finally got home and laid in bed, he jerked off to the images he internally burned in his mind.
remembering that night gave you ideas for every time you saw him after that. wearing the skimpiest clothes to open the door when eddie walked dustin to the door, making sure that when he was there at your house you were wearing the thinnest tank top with no bra, and checking that the thermostat was set at a cool 69 degrees.
it was like hell. if he were in heaven. he was tortured seeing you, but the more he saw you the more he craved you. he was excited to see you now, to see what you would have one the next time as you offered a drink in a sultry voice, bending over extra low to reach a fake cord from behind the tv while he sat on the couch. he felt like he was going to fall into a deep black hole that would open up every time you were around, he could follow you around like a puppy if you wanted.
he made excuses to see you, he embarrassed himself in moments just so he could see you, or hear your voice. he was genuinely obsessed with you, that even seeing you for five seconds could make his entire day complete. he was desperate, and you knew.
“you, eddie munson, looking for homework?” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself. you felt exposed, just waking up from a nap after dropping dustin off early in the morning, wearing nothing but black shorts and a small tank top that was a little see through if you stared hard enough.
“uh, yeah it’s like this paper i had to write, for…” he trailed as his eyes unknowingly moved to glance over you. he couldn’t help but look at how the shorts hugged your thighs and hips. please let suffocate me. his thoughts were impure, not gentleman like. he should be ashamed.
“for…?” you asked, waving your hand in front of him to get his attention back.
“-my class, it’s in a few minutes,” he said checking his watch on his wrist.
“you do know dustin isn’t here right? and the backpack in question is… with him… at school,” you said in an obvious tone, making him reach to the back of his neck and cringe at himself.
“yeah, right…. um, bye,” he said quickly and left, cursing at himself under his breath as he tried to refrain from thinking of the way you looked before he grew hard. you didn’t shut the door until he drove off, almost smiling to yourself that he did that, made that silly excuse to just talk to you for two minutes.
it was little things that he did that drove you equally as crazy, and the fact that he did everything he could just to see your face made you want him even more. it made you wonder why he hadn’t tried anything with you yet. you assumed he felt like you did, so you didn’t question if he found you attractive or sexy, you just wondered what was holding him back from taking the next step.
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eddie found himself a bit stuck in his own thoughts as dustin, mike, will, gareth, jeff and lucas discuss plans of their next campaign. he wanted to focus on the words and suggestions coming out of dustin’s mouth, he wanted to shout desperately when gareth recommended something that would put the entire campaign in jeopardy, but nothing could come from him.
dustin invited everyone over to spend the night while they plan their new campaign for d&d, he knew it could take all night even the day after to create something flawless, so he figured it’d be best to have those who can sleep over. you were a bit bothered by having that much testosterone in the house, but a little won over by the fact that eddie would be spending the night as well.
you catered for the group of course. After you got home from work around seven or eight at night, you bought pizza and drinks for the kids and acted as their mother, fixing their sleeping arrangements and making sure everyone had pillows and blankets before bed. the minute you walked into your home with the pizza and drinks, everyone zoomed to the kitchen except eddie. he shyly walked over to you with his black jeans on and muscle shirt under his jean jacket.
“i can get that for you,” he offered, nodding to the pizza boxes and liters in both hands.
“here, you can take the drinks,” you smiled and handed him the bag of drinks, letting your fingers linger a little on his while transferring the bag to him. he could feel the softness of your touch, how you grazed the outside of his hand with your nails and smoothly removing your hand from the bag.
“thank you,” you said and lightly patted his chest, moving past him closely so that your body touches his.
stop it eddie. stop! he screamed at himself as you started to tell the kids to not make a mess, trying to keep himself from getting hard again and finally going to put the sodas on the counter where you placed the pizza.
“eddie?” you said and walked over to him where he holds a paper plate in his hand, his eyes wide and doe like as he turned to you immediately.
“yeah? whats up?” he said quickly, gripping his plate.
“you think you can help me make everyone’s bed? i can’t reach the sheets in the closet,” you said innocently, batting your eyelashes and flashing a smile.
“y-yeah, of course.” he obliged and put the plate down, following you upstairs to the closet in the hall. you made sure to go first, your pencil skirt hugging your ass and thighs perfectly, putting him in a trance he never wanted to get out of.
“it’s right over here,” you said and turned right, stopping at white double doors. you opened the doors and reached to turn on the light, letting yourself be as exaggerated as possible, and leaning back to let him through. you turned to the side as he walked up to the closet, staying there and watching him as he strained his body upwards, his shirt lifting a bit to show his pale skin littered with tattoos, even seeing his slight v-line, something you wanted to explore. you didn’t try to hide the fact that you were checking him out.
you decided to test him again, so you scooted your body closer to his and leaned across, your breasts and your body touching his as you reached for a pillow that was on a lower shelf. your hand skimmed his skin not so subtly, grabbing the pillow and squeezing it to your stomach to make your tits more prominent in your hardly buttoned button up.
eddie’s skin was on fire, if he wasn’t thinking about d&d before you came home, he definitely wasn’t thinking about it now. he gathered all of the sheets and some pillows, pulling them out and going back to his relaxed position as you stared up at him with a devilish smile.
“what do you think you’re doing?” he asked in a serious tone, taking notice of your breasts pushed together and again, you saw it on his face. that restraint, the self control he tried to muster up.
“what do you mean, eds?” you tried to play naive, like you were unaware of this little game the two of you had partaken in. it was cat and mouse except less action. you liked to tease and taunt, and he held himself tight with a piece of string that was held by the relationship he had with dustin. who would he be if he actually made a move on one of his best friend’s sister?
“i can’t do that to dustin. i can’t.” he said to you, not even acknowledging your fake unawareness.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said seriously and turned towards the stairs, “you comin’?” you asked sweetly, yet still a mischievous smile on your face. you were testing how far you could go without breaking that string, but now you wanted to break it. you wanted him to fall apart for you, to finally admit he’s wanted you this whole time.
eventually after everyone settled in, the group went down into the basement and began to watch a movie as the night went on. you told everyone you’ll be in your room, changing into something more comfortable to accompany your brother and his friends.
“it’s just supposed to be us,” dustin huffed and you rolled your eyes, accepting the fact you were unwelcomed and you changed anyway, going into the living room to watch a movie by yourself.
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the boys settled in the basement around 11 at night after arguing about their storyline, going to sleep with no successful campaign just yet but successfully watching two movies before everyone knocked out. eddie was no help obviously, too deep in thought about the way your hands felt, how your warm body pressed into his side, what exactly you were hiding under that pencil skirt. he didn’t realize how sexy you made office attire look, suddenly imagining himself bending you over your office desk and railing you to the point all of your papers and knick knacks fell over. it’s all he thought about as the boys talked over the movie, wondering what it would be like to just go upstairs and take you on the couch.
he rubbed his hand over his face with a deep breath, sighing and throwing over the blankets he had on himself on his other side, getting up from the small couch you had in your basement. eddie knew where everything was in the house, and he made his way to the kitchen for some kind of beverage. a beer, if he was lucky.
he was lucky, just not with the beer. once he got into the threshold of the kitchen, he saw the dim light from underneath the cabinet that’s above the counter glowing against you. your back was to him, seemingly eating something, yet he just stared at your figure. from here, the view of your ass was almost problematic. your tight shorts didn’t let much hide from his sight, he could see the crease of your asscheeks peeking out of the fabric, and he saw the small of your back due to your tank top rising up and nearly above your midriff.
“couldn’t sleep?” eddie asked you finally as he came to lean on the counter across from where you stood.
“i was just craving something sweet, you?” you asked, turning around unphased since you already felt him staring at you. you looked at him as you licked your spoon clean and he breathed in deep.
“something like that,” he said and stood up straight, walking around to you and now standing in front of you, leaning his body against the counter to mimic your stance.
“dustin’s my friend, you know that, and you're like, wow you know? it's hard to, control myself,” he slightly admits, beginning to watch as you sensually lick ice cream from your spoon again after you dipped into the pint for another scoop.
“mhm,” you hummed in agreement, eyes never leaving his. you weren't phased by his confession, you already knew. he tried to not show how in love he was with you, but failed miserable every time.
“i can’t do anything to ruin that, he’d hate me forever,” eddie said slowly, too enchanted by the way your tongue glides over the spoon.
“i don’t know what you mean, eddie,” still keeping up with your shenanigans, wondering if he’d snap any time soon.
“really? the short skirts, showing your cleavage, walking around here with no bra when i’m around, like you want me to die really,” he said dramatically, his hands waving in the air and you smiled, putting the ice cream down.
“that’s just how i dress, eddie. plus this is my house, i can wear whatever i want,” you gleamed and he huffed.
“i won’t lie though, some things i do wear for you. like this, i know you like black. and i know you like when i don’t wear a bra, i see you staring at them all of the time,” you said stepping closer to him as his fingers grip the edge of the counter. he was silent, he couldn't talk. embarrassed at the fact that you actually noticed his not so obvious yet obvious stares.
“do you wanna feel them eddie? or do you just want to stare from a distance and jerk off in the bathroom when i leave?” his face turned a bright red, remembering the times he’d have to leave early or go to your bathroom to deal with what you caused.
“yes,” he answered without thinking, stepping towards you so that there is only a small gap between the two of you. your head turns upwards to look at him as he looks down between the two of you, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath.
“do you want me to-” you began but eddie shook his head quickly.
“shut up,” he demanded, pressing his lips into yours firmly. but it wasn’t like you expected.
normally when you made out with guys, it was boring and dull. there was no excitement, no crave, no desire, it felt like nothing to you. but feeling eddie’s lips on yours practically made your knees buckle, so soft and gentle yet still needy, begging for more. you feel his tongue slide against your lips and you part them slightly, letting him invade your mouth as your tongue fought with his. heavy breathing, panting, soft moans coming from you and occasional groans from eddie as his hands rested at your waist, just to inch upwards on your skin and up your shirt.
he pulled away breathlessly, leaving you flushed and aching for me as his eyes trained on your midsection, watching the piece of fabric lift with every inch he went up.
“you, you are so fucking dangerous,” he said roughly, his black fingernails skimming against the curves of your body, his hands rubbing on your rolls, pressing them into your back to pull you closer.
you could tell his touch was so needy, so eager to feel all of you all at once.
“what makes me dangerous? is it my incredibly intimidating face?” you smiled, watching his eyes grow dark with every touch on your body.
“mm, no baby, you have a pretty face.” he said, more confident than ever now that he knows this little game of yours was over. baby. the pet name sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core that you has to press your thighs together. he noticed.
his hands move to your midsection again, finally deciding to raise the tank top up off of your body. this was risky, you knew that. you were exposed in the very public kitchen that anyone could walk in at any moment, pressed against the counter now with eddie teasing his way around your large breasts.
“holy fucking shit.” he breathed as he cupped them in his hands, massaging and feeling over every inch of skin. he bounced them in his hands, pushed them together to see them fall to their natural state, and immediately brought his lips to the curve of your breast and slowly towards your hardened nipple. he wanted to savor all of you, to feel you and memorize what you liked and what you looked like under all these clothes.
“eddie?” you whispered as he stuffed his face in between your tits as he pushed them up, making you smile boyishly.
“mmmhm?” he hummed, shaking his head in your chest and you tug his hair up, sending a jolt to eddie’s crotch and making him wince.
“do you want me?” you asked, looking at his face in the dull light, wanting to bask in his gaze. you loved the slight stubble on his jaw, how his nose was lightly peppered with small freckles, the way his lips looked so pink and swollen—it drove you crazy.
“fuuuck yes, yes i want you, are you crazy?!” he whisper-shouted, making you blush and pull your lip in between your teeth.
“show me,” you teased, moving your hand from gripping his hair and on his shoulder. he was so quick with grabbing your wrists and practically pulling you upstairs into your bedroom, shutting the door by pressing you up against it. it was so quick, you didn’t even feel shame in the fact that you only had your bottoms on going up your stairs.
“i would’ve loved to fuck you over that kitchen counter, but i’d rather not have dustin and our friends see me sinning with his older sister,” he said as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck and leaving small kitten licks and kisses on your skin.
“thank you,” you breathed, holding him tight to your body.
you did feel a bit bad about engaging with eddie like this, you knew it was a bad mistake as dustin’s sister. this was his best friend, and here you are in your bedroom with your tank top down stairs, feeling the way he’s pressed up against you.
“mm, don’t thank me yet, sweetheart,” he grinned into your collarbone.
“since i can’t fuck you over the counter, i think we’ll just have to settle for that little vanity you got,” his voice was so dark, so deep that you didn’t even really recognize who it was. it made you drip into your panties, and immediately you let out a tiny whine.
eddie moved you to the white, pristine vanity you had where you sat and did your makeup everyday. it wasn’t much, but it did come with a mirror and the thought of watching eddie fuck you from the back like that became too intense for you.
you instinctively bent over still in your short shorts, watching eddie behind you as he softly throws his head back and releases a long ‘fuuuuck’ as you swayed your hips gently against his crotch. he rubbed over the globes of your ass, teasing his fingers at the hem of your shorts.
“i can’t believe you’re bent over like this for me,” he says as he removed his black shirt and stepped out of his sleep pants, only leaving the fabric of his boxers strained against his hard on. you felt it in the kitchen, and you feel it even more now pressing against your ass. you whimpered a little, trying to rub against him until he gripped your meaty hips and stilled your movements.
“you gotta be good for me, okay baby? let me take my time,” he cooed, rubbing over the wideness of your hips and ass as he met your eyes in the mirror. he lingered his fingers around your waist band and slowly tugged your shorts down, leaving you completely bare, and leaving eddie feeling like he could cum just from the fabric of his boxers rubbing against his tip.
“no fucking panties?” he questioned, standing back up as he stared at your bare ass, moving your cheeks to spread and reveal both your holes.
“i, i forgot,” you lied, looking at his body through the mirror. the only light that’s shining on the both of you is the orange hue from the street lights in your neighborhood, the shadow of your window blinds casting on eddie right now. you liked the way his pale body looked under that glow, the way his patch work tattoos mixed together well, some looked lighter than others and the bigger ones were more complex. you wanted to inspect each and every one, know the meaning of them, why he got them.
“i know you didn’t forget, baby. you don’t have to lie to me,” he said and got on his knees to become face to face with your bare pussy. even though you were a little insecure about the way you looked down there, you tried to be as confident as ever just in case it wasn’t what a man was attracted to. you’ve met men who preferred skinny women, or men who didn’t like the way you looked down there because you were ‘too big.’
eddie’s hands gripped your ass and thighs firmly, spreading them as he pleased and watching the way your lips spread to reveal your wetness leaking out of you.
“fuck, fuck im so,” he tried to say but he was losing it. he was going feral at the thought of you being this wet and dripping for him, losing it at the fact he had you bent over naked for him, whimpering and moaning for him.
“is, is it too much?” you cringed inwardly at yourself, shutting your eyes and resting your face on your hands that are folded on the vanity.
“what? no what? too much, what do you mean?” he said, standing up and looking at you through the mirror, still gripping your ass.
“like, am i too, um, fat?” you asked. you knew how ridiculous you sounded, how insecure you sounded. but it truly wasn’t like that for you, you were worried more so about the fact that eddie wouldn’t be big enough to pleasure you. you weren’t much of a size person, but if you wanted to ride someone it would be a bit hard to do that with someone who was 5 inches, for you at least.
“what the fuck? absolutely fucking not, oh my god, baby you are so fucking sexy. i’m literally drooling over this pussy, please i need to ruin you,” he begged, slapping your ass a bit and kissing over the sting. his kisses led him to your inner thigh, and moved his lips to kiss over your wet pussy lips that were pushed together by your thick thighs, and you sucked in a breath as you felt his tongue slide up to collect your slickness, and moving in between your lips.
“eddieee, fuck eddie what are you doing,” you asked as he moved his hand to use his middle and ring finger to rub gently over your cunt, spreading your pussy lips and letting his tongue find your clit swiftly, sucking and slurping as you spread your legs a little more.
“i’m eating this pretty pussy,” he mumbled against your cunt, going back to wrapping his lips around your clit as he licked and sucked, sending you to bite your arm to shush yourself. you saw the way he gripped your ass with his other hand, felt how he kept slapping at your skin, spreading one cheek as his other hand was finding your hole with his fingers.
“fuck, fuck eddie please, please make me cum,” you begged, squirming and moving your legs as you tried to grip the table itself to keep from thrashing. it was so overbearing, the fact that he was so handsome and sexy, and he was buried in your cunt.
“mmmm, baby,” he hummed against your folds, making you jolt and cry a bit. he removed his lips with a pop, letting his tongue lick up your juices on his lips, and watching as his fingers sank into your tight hole. his mouth practically fell open as he watched you stretch around his digits, and watching your eyes through the mirror roll back and your mouth open.
“that feel good baby? am i making you feel good?” he asked against your thigh, pumping his two fingers in and out of you as your breathing started to pick up, your back arching against the table.
“fuck baby, yes yes it feels so good, please don’t stop don’t fucking stop eddie,” you begged, reaching your arm back to grab at his head and pull him back to your cunt, making eddie even more excited at your neediness. he didn’t even realize how turned on his was until he found himself palming his cock through his boxers as you kept his head in place with your hand and rutted against his tongue and fingers. it was hands down the sexiest thing he’d ever felt, letting you use him to get yourself off and grind into his face, he was so desperate for you he found himself moaning into your cunt.
he was going crazy, and it wasn’t until he finally grabbed your hand and moved it so he could use the hand he was palming his cock with to spread your ass, and move his tongue from your clit to your asshole. he used your juices he collected with his tongue and spit directly on your hole, still letting his fingers pump in and out of your hole, but letting his tongue find his way between your cheeks.
“oh my god, oh my f- eddie, please don’t stop please fuck, i need it, i need you please,” it was your begging that made him feel drunk, the sound of you so desperate and so willing to do anything just so you can feel good, his mind was focused on you and only you. he actually forgot where he was for a moment, and let himself eat your holes out as he pleases.
“eddie, fuck i swear i’m gonna cum, please can i please cum?” he didn’t even tell you that you had to beg for your release, he didn’t even expect that you wanted permission, and now that he knows he doesn't want to give it to you just yet. he was loving the way you looked right now, how fucked out and desperate you looked, how sex just dripped from your pleadings.
“not yet pretty girl,” he said, his face covered in your juices and still, he wanted more. he moved his tongue back down to your hole where he decided to slowly add a third finger, letting his tongue trace around the way your cunt gripped his fingers.
“s’ too much, eddie please let me cum,” you felt the tears sting your eyes, and you didn’t even realize you were crying until you finally moved your head from the table and to look in the mirror, seeing your puffy eyes and red face, the tears leaking from your eyes. all you could see was the way his arms and hands were gripping your backside, yet the obscene slurping and moaning made it too intense for you to keep watching him devour you. you felt how his head shook and moved in your cunt, how his lips and tongue worked so beautifully on your clit, you even felt how the tip of his nose rubbed against your slit. it was so much, so overwhelming, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
“tell me it’s mine, tell me this pussy is mine,” he said, moving his lips to kiss over your thighs again. you felt the way his fingers curved into you, hitting your soft spot that made you want to explode. your eyes couldn’t keep open, you felt like you were going cross eyed with the way you felt. never have you felt like this from getting head before, never felt so excited and so wet, you’ve never felt so needy the way eddie made you feel.
“eddie, it’s all yours, fuck it always has been, this pussy’s yours, please,” you cried, making sure you were only loud enough for him to hear.
“mm, that’s all i wanted to hear baby, cum for me, cum on my face,” he said and moved his lips back to your cunt, his tongue working feverishly now on your clit, sucking, grazing his teeth against your nub, licking and even using the fingers that were inside of you to replace his tongue and let his fingers work your clit.
“i’m, fuuuck, fuck i’m cumming, i’m fu-” you moaned, letting your body go limp on the table as your legs shook, your release coating his tongue and face as he kept fucking your hole with his tongue. you were practically biting down on your hand, his tongue still going and sending you into a spiral.
“baby, please, i can’t,” you gasped, begging him to halt. he finally releases you, the slurping and wet sounds no longer as he stood up and rubbed his hands over your ass while he pushed his erection into your wet cunt. he reached and grabbed you by your neck, pulling your naked body to his chest as he looks at your figure in the mirror. his left hand moves around your jiggly body, gripping at your tummy that bulges out slightly, squeezing everywhere and grabbing your cunt with his whole hand.
“this all mine, pretty baby? only for me?” he asked again in your ear, moving his hand to grip your tits and playing with your nipples.
“yes eddie fuck, please. make me yours? i wanna be yours,” you begged, your voice hoarse and weak, sounding completely different than your usual snarky tone. he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, having you like putty in his hands when the whole time you made him nervous.
his. yours. mine. the words eddie has craved to hear, he’s dreamed of cumming to you telling him you’re his. he’s wanted you for so long and here you are, all fucked out against his chest and still begging for more. he couldn’t help but move his boxers down to fall at his ankles, letting his cock spring free against your ass and quickly slipping it between your thighs, right against your pussy. through the mirror, you could see the tip of his cock peeking through your plush thighs, and watched as he fucked your thighs using the slickness from your cunt.
“fuck, this pussy’s so fucking wet for me, you want me to fuck you? maybe you’ll stop teasing me when i’m over here if i finally stretch you out, hm? what do you think?” he panted, enjoying the feeling of your thighs pressing against his cock, stopping before he could cum.
“please fuck me, i’ll be good, please,” you whined, moving your hand to feel the tip of his cock, feeling him buck his hips and hearing a low growl from his throat. he pulls you back with him, still pressed against his chest, even after you fall back on top of him when he decided to sit on your bed against the wall. now, he has your legs spread in the air with the back of your head pressed against his shoulder as he peers over your shoulder to watch you spread all for him. you can feel his hard cock against your asshole, seeing it over your cunt and moving your hips to coat his cock with your juices.
“uh-uhn, i’m not done,” he grumbled, keeping your legs spread and watching the way your pussy lips spread open with the way your legs were in the air, and how easy it was to access your clit and rub your wetness over your hole and clit.
he moved his hand to push his cock against your cunt, rubbing it between your fat lips making sure his tip hits right at the hood of your clit.
“can i suck it?” you asked shyly, you couldn’t help but moan at the size of it and seeing it rub against your pussy. “‘s so big,” you finished and he blushed, throwing his headback with a groan. he wanted to hear you ask him to suck him off over and over again, the way you sounded so small and shy about it, how you actually wanted to take him in your mouth. he'll definitely be thinking about that now.
“fuck, what i’d give to feel those lips right now, but not tonight baby. i need to be inside you, right fucking now,” he groaned and finally pushed his cock at your hole, feeling his tip intrude and slide in slowly. he wanted to try to get you used to the feeling of him stretching his way inside you, but slowly realized it was him who needed to get used to how tight your cunt sucked him in.
“oh my fuck, i could fuckin’ cum right now,” he groaned as he relaxed inside you, adjusting you on top of him so he could see better and you were better pressed against his chest. he could see everything from the way he’s looking down behind you, he could see your eyes fighting to stay open as he slid inside, and the way your legs squirmed trying to stay open.
“you’re doing so good for me, pretty girl, so good,” he praised, awakening something inside you. somehow, he made you want to do everything right to hear him tell you how good you’re doing for him.
“eddieeee,” you whined as you felt yourself sink onto all of him, watching your hips begin to move on his trying to fuck yourself on him.
“what baby? you need more?” he asked as he gripped your belly, loving the way it looked with your knees almost at your chest.
“harder, please,” you begged, throwing your head back to look up at him, just as he looked down at you with your eyebrows pinched and your mouth open. he smiles, kissing all over your face as he began to fuck up into you faster and harder, moving to watch your tits and tummy bounce with every thrust. he decided to take your legs and hold them open while still on top of him, slapping at your thighs and whispering dirty things in your ear. all you can muster out are occasional moans and cries, whining his name out.
“gotta be quiet sweetface, don’t need anyone hearing you moan my name for me like that, only me baby,” he groaned. you could feel the rumble of his chest against your back as you watch him slide in and out of you. you were cockdrunk at this point, so dumb and fucked out that you can’t form a coherent sentence.
eddie felt like he was losing himself in you, the way you squeezed your walls around him and cried out how big he was made him want to be more than inside you. he really wanted to crawl inside your skin and be with you twenty four seven, he wanted to be the piece of gum stuck at your shoe just so he’s near you. he was desperate for you in every way and it showed in each thrust.
“need you on your back, baby,” he grunted and slipped out of you, moving your body to be laying underneath him rather than on top of him. he moved your legs harshly, spreading them apart and slapping your pussy just to watch it recoil with every slap.
“such a pretty fucking pussy baby, can’t believe it’s all mine,” he said moreso to himself. he was rubbing up and down your thighs and belly with his cock rubbing against your entrance, watching you squirm and beg for him.
“i love your cock so fucking much, please fuck me,” you begged in a whisper, and he gripped your belly when he decided to finally slip back inside you, watching the way your tits were pressed together and nearly covering the bottom of your face.
“mm, fuck you’re so pretty like this,” he said as he brought his hand to your chin, his thumb rubbing over your lips as he slid inside you again, this time a little more rougher than last time. when he slid inside, you gave him the opportunity to slip his thumb in your mouth when you moaned softly, and you instantly wrapped your lips around his thumb and started sucking and licking on it like it was his cock.
he was in a trance watching you, and feeling your walls clench down on him at the same time. he couldn’t believe you wanted him like this, and how nasty you were for him, he kind of forgot about you being anyone’s sister.
you decided to bite down a bit on his thumb and watched as he winced, but felt the way his cock twitched inside of you. the pace he was going was harsh and rough, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass was something he didn’t even try to conceal. instead, his own groans and moans were getting a little louder, the both of your moans mixing together.
“eddie, it feels so good, fuck you’re so perfect,” you cried with his thumb still in your mouth and he leaned down, kissing your face and neck trying to reposition himself and angle differently. when he did, you could actually feel the air slip inside and the next thrust he hit, you and he both heard the sound of you queefing, immediately feeling embarrassed and wanting to cover your face.
“mmm, fuck she’s talkin’ to me baby,” he said in a smile while he kept pumping his cock in and out of you. you giggled and hit his chest, telling him to shut up and keep fucking you, trying to ignore the embarrassing noise your own vagina made.
“c’mon, she sounds so fucking good, so fucking wet for my cock, yeah?” he cooed, sending electricity down to your clit and making you arch your back. when you do, he takes the chance to catch your nipple in his mouth and nip and suck at it.
“fuck eddie, you’re filling me up so fucking good, s’full of you,” you tugged at his curls and kept his head on your chest, feeling the impeccable stretch of his large cock. it was so girthy, so long that you felt like you were being split in half. it was painful, and that made it even more pleasurable. the way the patch of hair above his cock was rubbing against your sensitive clit made you cry out, scratching and scarring his back as you heard his groans and moans become more visceral, harsher, and you felt the way his hips started to buck and stutter.
it was when he released your tit to meet your eyes, and wrapped his hand around your neck, gently squeezing—that’s when you immediately felt the tug in your tummy, your thighs and legs tensing as you watched the way he lost control inside of you. you felt even hornier watching his body form a sheet of sweat, his face contorting into pure pleasure, and you felt how his cock reached the deepest part of your cervix.
“fuck, look at that, creaming all over my cock, fuck princess cum for me, cum all over me, make a fuckin’ mess please,” he begged, kissing your lips, still being able to taste yourself on him from earlier. your hand went up to grab his wrist, beginning to buck your hips against his and feeling the burst of pleasure flood through your body, making your legs shake and your moans muffle against his lips. you were still gripping his wrist when he finally pulled back to watch you ride out your orgasm, and he felt like he could cum right then and there. your body was arching for him, aching for more of his touch, bouncing with each thrust, your body littered with purple bruises from giving you hickeys everywhere, how out of it you looked—he needed to cum.
“where do you want it baby? where do you want my cum?” he asked you, releasing your throat and kissing over the place his hand was.
you didn’t think about it for a minute. you wanted him in all his glory, you wanted every bit of him. you craved it for so long, that you’d be stupid not to tell him where you wanted it exactly.
“inside, please eddie, wanna feel you fill me up, need it,” your sentence was not correct, but it got the point across. you didn’t even have to make sense, the minute you said inside he was a goner. he pumped inside you a few more times before thrusting hard one last time, jerking and twitching inside of you as he covered his groans in your flesh.
“fuck, dude you’re so fucking amazing,” he breathed as his body collapsed on yours, his face shoved into your chest.
“did you just call me dude after you came inside of me?” you asked, making sure you heard right. it was funny to you, it was just so eddie.
he rolled over off of you, pulling out at the same time and laying next to you on his back.
“yeah, uh, sorry. force of habit,” he said sheepishly and turned his head to you, trying to read your facial expressions.
“can i clean you up? before i go, uh back downstairs. i don’t want dustin asking where i am just to find me with his sister,” he said and you rolled your eyes.
“he’s a big boy. i think he can handle knowing you like me.” you said and watched him.
“still. he’s my friend, i’d like to tell him on my own terms.” uou couldn’t help but smile, turning your body on your side to face him better and bring your hand to his face.
“you’re the sweetest, you know?” you said and rubbed your fingers over his jaw and stubble.
“i think it’s safe to say you’re the sweetest,” he said referring to the fact that he did very much in fact devour you whole on your vanity desk.
“i’m gonna shower, so don’t worry about cleaning me up. maybe next time, i’m a girl who likes a bit of aftercare.” you said and kissed his lips softly, softer than you did when he was inside you. he kissed back and reached to pull you closer, wanting more of you. you put your hand on his chest and pulled back, leaving him breathless.
“so, this isn’t a one time thing?” he asked as he tried to breathe normal again. the both of you sat up to gather your clothes and as he put them in, you stood up and walked to your dresser, grabbing a pair of panties, a shirt and some shorts not bothering to cover yourself as he gets dressed again.
the second he’s full dressed and standing, you walk up to him with your naked body still pressed against his body, and raise yourself up on your tip-toes to kiss his lips once more.
“i really hope not.”
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bisexual-magnus-bane · 9 months
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Sierra Six x Reader *smut*
“Are we ready to begin?”
His voice, deep and strong, reverberated off the walls and echoed into my mind. My legs shook from my nerves, anxiety through the roof at this point. He was dressed in a simple black shirt with a relaxed fit grey suit jacket and grey dress pants. A downright daddy, perfect for the part I guess.
I softly nod my head yes. This is an awkward situation I’ve gotten myself into and now I don’t even know how the hell to get out of here. He raises his eyebrow at me like I’m supposed to guess what’s up. “Words, use your words.”
Fuck. Fuck. “Yes I’m ready to begin.” My voice is quiet and I’m scared you can hear the tremble in it. He doesn’t seem to pick up on it, which I’m thankful for. “Why don’t we start off with something simple, I would like you to sit on this pillow beside me. Then you’re going to pass me the remote for the TV okay.”
At first I am shook, what the hell! Am I a slave? I don’t know but I also sort of enjoy it. I slink over as sensually as I can and plop down on my knees. “Being a sub, means always thinking about what could benefit or make your dom happy.” He speaks these words to me calmly, like this is an everyday sort of conversation. I feel my face on fire as I hand him then remote, my ears burn and I’ve never been happier to not be able to see myself. Thinking back to his words I proportion myself so that when he looks down at me he’ll get a great view of my tits. He gently grabs my chin all of a sudden causing a short breathy moan to fall from my lips.
“Perfect. See you’re a natural, you just need a little help getting there.” He is pulling my head into his lap, I try my hardest not to get as close to his cock as I want to. This meeting isn’t supposed to have any sexual contact in it, however I find myself craving it. I want to make him feel as good as he wants, I want him to order me around. His dick is pressed against the fly of his dress pants, I will not touch it unless I’m told to though. A sudden groan drags me out of my daze, causing me to realize I’ve been heart-eyeing his crotch the whole time. “Mmm baby girl you’re staring at my cock like it’s candy. I know we’re not supposed to be doing sexual contact until a few more meeting but would you like to have your first fully controlled blowjob?”
My small gasp is all the confirmation he needs however he waits until words seal the deal. “Oh god, yes Sir I would love to!” Ugh I’m desperate, but I can’t help it. My hands shake with nerves and fear of fucking up as he sets my head in his lap and goes to work with his pants.
It’s beautiful, red and raw. Just waiting to be loved by someone other than his hand. He takes hold of my head by using my hair, I moan with need for him at this. He pulls me to his cock and his warmth fills my mouth, as quick as it went in it was gone. Closing my eyes I let myself fall into the feeling of being degraded. He was rubbing his cock around on my face, tapping my cheeks and forehead with his thickness. To make it even more disgustingly hot, his cock had a sheen of my drool on it, smearing my face. “Why don’t you take off your shirt and bra?” I sighed at the loss of contact but did as I was told. He tells me he loves my perky breasts as he shovelled his manhood back into my mouth. Praises fell from his lips as I ate him, he told me that I was a good sub, a good girl, we were going to have so much fun together. I didn’t even pay attention to my own wetness, just focused on sucking, licking and rubbing his dick all up. He let me get messy and I let him tell me to. I had spit dripping down my chin, saliva and pre cum smeared on my cheeks and here I was rubbing his dick in between and all over my tits. They were completely soaked and oiled up from my spit and pre cum. He called me his good dirty whore while I did this and I mewled. He ended finally by calling me daddy’s filthy little girl and came right on my tongue. I swallowed some and then let the rest drip down onto, what are now, daddy’s breasts. He grabbed me by the hair and had me rest my head face to face with his soft red cock and we watched TV. I honestly wasn’t paying attention, I was thinking about how hopefully next time my daddy would pound my little pussy and make it his.
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kneelingshadowsalome · 6 months
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Just read through your post about Konigs fantasies and ughhghuguhg the one about an M/F/F/F fantasy has my mind reeling, imagine a BiPoly Engel who wants to try threesomes with her best friend (bonus points if she and her are the same person in different fonts lmao) who's having a hard time with men so Engel suggests she joins them. I mean Engel cares SO much about her and wants to make her happy, nothing wrong with sharing the best thing in her life with her life long bestie right, Koni? (of course this isn't about watching him completely wreck her friend while she watches then eats her out when he cums inside, followed by a nasty make out sesh)
also imagine doubling the amount of praise he gets "god he's so good" "isn't he the best?" "jesus how do you even walk after taking him so much?!" poor guy is gonna have a heart attack.
Konig can finally be both big spoon and little spoon at the same time.
eventually Friend stays over when Konig is away on long missions because it gets so lonely without him and she needs someone who GETS it, can't decide if he would be excited by the amount of new content he gets from his surveillance cameras or annoyed because he's not there to join them.
Asdgdhhdgsgag this is the last straw I can't take this anymore
CW: polyamory, smut & fluff, 18+ ONLY, minors DNI
Like, personally I would never share this man with anyone but GOOD GOD THIS IS TOO CUTE & HOT I NEED TO SWIM IN THIS FOR A MOMENT because
Imagine if it was König's birthday present too??
Like Engel is waiting for him with her cute friend, both are naked as he comes in, or at the very least standing there in nothing but their cute little underwear, there's birthday balloons all over the place and they have made this beautiful big birthday cake for him and König almost faints when he sees it all. ("Und was ist das hier?" 👀)
Lol and the poor friend?! She freezes too when she sees König, almost gets cold feet there on the spot and blurts out something like "He's so big… Uh, I mean, tall," to Engel (as if König can't hear them) and Engel tries to reassure her that "Please, don't be shy, you're not going to regret this" (again, as if König wasn't in the same room at all) and "I tried to tell you he's big! But don't worry. He can be very gentle. Isn't that right, König…?"
And that's where König finally gets to join in, promises that Ja he is very gentle there's no need to be afraid, and just, how could he say no? It's all wrong and right at the same time, and damn him if he's not tender and careful with these two compliant, needy ladies, both of these women are just shivering, Engel from anticipation and the (quite frankly horrified) friend from the prospect of getting impaled by the biggest cock she's ever seen…
But because König would never hurt women, he of course treats his birthday present with utter care. And perhaps they prepare the friend together with Engel…?
And when she finds out how much she enjoys their kisses, she would soon demurely ask if König could perhaps prepare her with his fingers…? *shy* And Engel would kiss her all over while König eats her out, adds a finger, two, then three… Next thing she asks is if they could both ride König a little (like this is a situation where you could really get the subby side out of top!König, he wouldn't say no to any of these suggestions) and they almost get into a little fight at some point because, well, there's just one cock :(((
Meanwhile König could break down and cry because clearly, he's in heaven... He just basks in their attention as they finally come to an agreement that ok, one of them can sit on his face while the other rides his cock, and then they can change ❤️ But Engel & co clearly underestimate König because they end up cumming together, they even reach to hold hands when it happens (like who's birthday is it here, theirs or König's?) and only after they're both a sloppy mess can our King properly enjoy them both, move them around and use them however he wants ❤️
And König praises them both for sure (tries to coach and talk them through it, like "You can take it, just a bit more, that's it, does that feel good?" and "Wait for your turn little one" and "I want to see you two kiss")
But… What if they praised him? You know, listed all the things they like about him: his thighs, his eyes, his hands, his mouth, his accent, his cock (of course)... Our friend is just mewling when König gets that cock fully inside her, like: "He's so big… Baby… Where did you find this man?? Oh god, he's going to make me squirt–"
And poor brave König is trying to think of sticks and stones and bricks and anything that wouldn't make him cum on the spot, but he really has nothing to worry about because these ladies are not that easily satisfied. They want to play with him for hours I'd wager, until they've tried all kinds of things with him and König is so spent he can't get it up anymore (imagine that) and there's no choice but to sleep the weariness away, and they curl up together, all cute and purring, in a sweaty heap, and of course our birthday boy is in the middle, being held by these two happy, giggling women ❤️
He's the happiest man in the world as he falls asleep between their warm, soft, thrumming bodies that cling to him like he's the best cuddly toy in the world ^^ Engel is telling him how much she loves him and they both plant kisses on his body and the friend is like "I'm falling in love too" and König is trying his best not to tear up.
(I'm crying at the polycule idea, it'd be so cute to have him come home to these two gals wearing his t-shirts and playing Jenga or something, there's food and cuddles aplenty in store for him and he'd get them a big big tub where they can all relax together, König would have one woman on each side and the tension and stress and aches in his muscles would melt away in minutes.
And if he'd get all yandere and annoying and bothersome, Engel and her friend would simply shrug because they've made this silent agreement to suck him into compliance, like imagine König trying to be a bully and a menace when there's two women giving him a sloppy messy blowjob? Nope, not gonna happen. They're just gonna slurp him until he sees stars, and then cuddle him and shush him to sleep.)
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50 shades of green 🖤
"pls do nr. 24 and nr. 26 from the prompt list for a scenario where Loki gets possessive of the reader (his wife and a goddess) after his friends spend time with her. Smut to let them hear she belongs to him" - a nonny <3
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warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected p in v, cuff play, orgasm denial, language, dirty talk (slut, whore,..), ice play, possessive Loki, sex toys, sex room, spanking
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"Darling, don‘t hesitate to make yourself comfortable" Loki purred as you dropped yourself on the king size bed standing in the middle of his huge apartment in the Avengers compound. You’ve been on Midard multiple times already but never visited his former home nor met his colleagues. You were intrigued to do so tonight…
After Loki finished his 5 year duty as an act of reparation for what he did while Thanos controlled his mind, the god became an highly esteemed member of the Avengers and promised to attend special events or offered his help in case of any threat.
With Thor constantly living on Midgard and traveling around the other realms to secure safety, Odin demanded Loki‘s presence in Asgard to fulfill his duties as the new crown prince. One of them was choosing his future queen and that was how you met. Unsuspecting, you, the goddess of nature and femininity and daughter to Freya, queen of Vanaheim and goddess of beauty and fertility, followed Odin’s invitation to a special ball and never returned home. Only a few months later you married the love of your life; prince Loki.
"I can‘t believe I‘m finally meeting your friends. Okay, you not only told good things about them but still. I‘m not sure if they will like me" you mused letting your magic grow a bunch of lillies to adorn an empty vase on Loki’s mahagony nightstand. His favorite flowers.
"Oh, I am most certain of it, dove. You will like Wanda, I presume" he said guiding the vase up and inhaling deeply to smell the flowers you summoned for him. With eyes shut and lips curled into a satisfied smile he murmured "How could anybody not love you?".
Giggling at your charming husband you unpacked the box of decent yet incredibly luxurious jewelry he gifted you for tonight. The anniversary party of the Avengers initiative on which you would make your first appearance as Loki‘s wife. Despite of Thor, no one yet knew of you so it would be exiting for sure.
"I’ll be present about an hour later since I have promised Fury to confer about the details of a new treaty with our kingdom. Hence I have burdened my brother with the task of accompanying you" Loki explained taking a seat on the bed and lovingly stroking your hair. He was a charming gentlemen but you knew exactly what kind of man hid deep inside only coming alive at night to thoroughly claim his precious wife.
"Loki?"
"I‘m listening"
"Will they be nice to me?" you asked letting your fingers ran across the small diadem which held the same rare crystals as the matching necklace your husband brought you from Niflheim. He always wanted you to wear it on public festivities so nobody would dare to touch Asgard‘s future queen. HIS future queen. One could call it a toxic treat but you were a sucker for his possessiveness.
"Oh, y/n. It would be wise to conjure a smile on your perfect face if they don’t want to live with an eight inch blade in their hearts" he cooed summoning his trademark dagger with a mere flick of his wrist. You’ve never felt more safe in your life than you did with him but admittedly, it was also unbearably arousing to see him all protective over you ready to kill anyone for your sake. Something he had done not only once before…
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"Thor is going to pick you up in half an hour. I wish you a pleasant beginning of the evening, princess y/n". Loki said goodbye with a kiss on your hand and disappeared behind a corner of the many hallways.
Hastily you rushed in the dressing room where you hid tonight’s dress from your husband in order to surprise him later on. A hot shower, some godly skin care and a round of light make up later you slipped in the dress, styled your hair and put on the jewelry your god chose for tonight. Only the diadem stayed in the box because come on this was a party no regal banquet. Midgard was famous for this kind of parties so why not try fitting in?
"Norns, my brother is indeed a lucky man" Thor quipped as you strode through the door locking arms with your brother-in-law to whom you developed a deep friendship since becoming Loki‘s wife. "Thor, you‘re such a charmer" you giggled as the two of you finally departed to the party.
Loud music boomed through the halls as you came closer. A shiver of joyful anticipation ran down your spine and curling your lips into an exited smile. The door finally opened and you saw all kinds of people, the notorious Avengers Loki had told you so much about, amongst them. They were drinking, cracking jokes, dancing, playing pool or just talking in little groups. It looked fun, indeed.
"Pssst, Rogers! Where the hell did point break pick her up?" Tony whispered bending over to his colleague causing him to stare at you too. "Wow. She’s gorgeous" he panted taking an empowering sip of his beer. "Hey, Clint" Steve nudged the archer in the side nodding in your direction. "Damn it, guys. I am married! Plus my kids are around" he huffed almost intervened by Sam and Bucky who joined the man‘s talk.
"Thor would break all our bones one by one" Bucky stated waving off all those improper thoughts he knew his friends had. "God, Barnes. He certainly wouldn‘t mind if his friends are nice to her" Tony rolled his eyes drawing the men‘s attention on him.
"Man, what about Pepper?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow at Stark‘s suspicious comment. Tony sighed readjusting his unnecessary sunglasses. "We‘re on a break, okay?“ he replied only gaining wordless nods and a pat on his back. "Feel free to discuss further. I‘ll just politely introduce myself to the lady now" Steve announced standing up and smoothening his shirt before he strode towards you.
"You don‘t look bad yourself, Wanda" you smiled after getting to know the witch Loki said you would get along with well. And it looked like he was right. She was super nice and funny. "Hey Thor. Good evening Mylady. I am Steve Rogers" a polite voice greeted you and a tall, broad-shouldered man appeared in front of you reaching out his hand. "Cap, right? I‘m y/n, nice to meet you" you replied with a smile shaking his hand as it was common in Midgard.
"The pleasure is all mine. May I introduce you to the others?" he asked with a nice smile on his face and hands gesturing towards the group of Avengers. "Sure, thank you". As he led you away, Thor mouthed a silent 'thank you' since he was able to dedicate himself to the Asgardian liquor he brought, now that he presumed you in safe hands. Should he have told him who you were? Nah, why should it be important?
The others were truly amazing to you, everyone was so friendly and most of all incredibly funny. It only took you a few minutes to warm up and soon it felt like you’ve known them for much longer. Tony was a bit eccentric but still super funny while Steve for example seemed to be a gentlemen of the old school and Sam would be classified as the class clown. They didn’t ask many questions so you just assumed that Thor told them who you were.
"Would you like to dance, y/n?" Tony asked getting up form the couch where you’ve been listing to them reminiscing about their most exiting missions over the last years. Why not? They’re Loki‘s friends so It's okay, you thought and nodded flashing him a smile.
"You should go with them. If Pepper sees them, Tony can change his relationship status on Facebook to ‚single‘ instead of ‚on a break‘ I guess" Nat whispered to Wanda who shot up as if stung by an adder. They‘ve had enough of Tony’s childish drama and this would only make things worse.
After Wanda joined it didn’t take long for Steve and Sam to also find their way to thee dance floor and you ended up dancing in a little group. No one noticed Loki returning from his talk with Fury until he stepped next to his brother at the bar.
"Where is my wife, brother?" he asked with seriousness embedded in his sultry voice. "Uhmmm, let me see“ Thor began, already a little tipsy from his favorite drink, lightly jostling his younger brother as he turned around to scan the room for you.
"Over there" He pointed in your direction, his glass meeting his greedy lips again. Loki spotted you dancing with Wanda, an happy smile on your dark red lips and your body embraced by a thin layer of dark green Vanir silk with a high leg slit and a beautiful V neckline. The god‘s breath hitched for a moment at how gorgeous you looked but his expression changed drastically as he saw that Wanda wasn’t the only one to dance with you. The men kept a respectful distance but Loki could swear he smelled their intentions.
"What in Valhalla is she doing with Stark, Cap and Sam?" he sorted watching their every move with narrowed eyes and knuckles white around his glass of scotch. "Hold your horses, brother. They‘re just being friendly and look; she‘s having fun" Thor tried to calm him down being the voice of reason for once. Grudgingly, Loki gave in trying to ban the feelings of jealousy which arose in his heart making him a ticking, short-tempered time bomb.
"Do you know how to play billiard?" Wanda asked after a good round of dancing leading the group towards the billiard table what elicited happy cheers from the men. "I‘m afraid I‘ve only played two times" you stammered taking the queue Sam was already handing you with a broad grin on his lips. Was he the best player ready to embarrass you.
"No problem. We can show you. Plus our beloved Captain is also not the best at putting" Tony quipped promptly drawing Rogers annoyed blue orbs in him. Giggling at the double entendre you strode around the table to join Wanda since you played in groups of two. Sam decided to miss one turn so he could explain the rules to you again and offered to help in difficult situations. The round started and Wanda already managed to pocket a ball, you jumping in each other’s arms and squeaking as if you had already won the whole game.
Your delicate voice drew Loki‘s attention back on you causing him to watch the scenario like an eagle eyed his prey. The amused look in your face and how good you got along with the witch conjured a smile on Loki‘s regal lips. He loved you more than anything else but the way his colleagues looked at began to decrease the level of trust Loki had built up with them;
A quick look in your cleavage from Rogers, a glimpse at your ass from Tony. All things he would consider a reason for gouging out their eyes. "Hey, Laufeyson. I‘m sure they wouldn’t touch her. Its alright" Nat cooed patting Loki‘s tensed up shoulders as his emeralds pierced you and the men around your precious body which belonged to him and him only.
He watched Sam explaining something to you gently gripping your upper arms and moving you a few inches while Steve desperately tried to get Tony to stare at your curves less obvious, his own gaze defying control every now and then. A storm raged on behind the flawless facade the Asgardian prince presented to the world. It wouldn’t need much more to let him loose his temper and Sam was quick to deliver it. The Falcon walked through behind you brushing your rear with his crotch making Loki jump up from the barstool in a blink of an eye.
“Loki!“ Nat pleaded as he stormed off.
"They’ve had their fun“
"Look, you just have to focus on the direction the white ball has to go-" Sam explained but he was suddenly interrupted. Before you realized what was happening a tall, heavy figure bend over your body molding you perfectly. Strong arms hidden beneath the black fabric of a jacket embraced your shoulders to close your hands around the queue. Your whole body became tense but something about the man in the obscene position behind you was familiar.
"I think you’re doing perfectly fine, love" Loki’s baritone voice filled your ear, letting the tension in your body vanish as if by magic. "That’s it. Now hit the ball" he purred hiding a subtle buck of his hips in the movement of your push making you pant lightly. This man was the devil.
"Yaaay! You did it!" Wanda cheered while the boys fell silent, eyeing Loki who pulled you back on your feet and placed you in front of him letting his hands rest on each side of your hip. Slowly a realization crept up on you as you studied their faces. Tony mouthed something to Sam whose eyes were narrowed and mouth opened as if he was about to say something but his voice left him.
"Okay wait. You‘re not Thors girlfriend?" it broke out of Steve who was the only one to quickly process what he saw. "What? No" you giggled looking over to Thor who tipsily toasted in your direction, a broad grin on his face. He was one of the kindest men you’ve ever met but nope, definitely not your mam.
"Damn, Mischief. Got yourself a pretty girl“ Tony joked nudging him in the side but from the way his finger was flicking you could tell he was nervous knowing exactly he might have looked at you in the wrong way…
A deep chuckle escaped Loki’s smiling mouth as he slowly shook his head running his hands across your curves possessively. "Actually… y/n is my wife" he growled his grip around your hipbone tightened as he spoke, words dripping with passive aggression. "Man, really? Thor never to- " Sam began but Loki was eager to mark his territory after their eyes wandered all across your body.
"Loki, I‘m sorry. I absolutely did not have any wrong intentions" Steve stated, one hand on his hips and the other one ran through his hair covering his discomfort. "That‘s true, Lokes. He was just super nice" you said with a pleading undertone embedded in your feminine voice. You knew exactly how your husband could act if it was about his beloved wife…
"I know. All cool" he suddenly chuckled eliciting relieved looks from the men who would have liked to chew their fingernails like angsty kids. "I do not intend on making you kneel for this" he joked with some seriousness in his raspy voice letting your lower muscles contract at the sly innuendo. You’ve kneeled countless times for him, drawing about growls and moans from your gorgeous husband. Those flashbacks almost were the death sentence for your panties.
"So… you’re a real princess?" A little high-pitched voice asked and you looked down to spot a young girl looking at you with widened eyes. "Lila! Stop being so nosy" Clint tried to shush his cute daughter. "Children… I’m sorry" he chuckled nervously, still intimidated by Loki although he wasn’t even involved in all the fuss.
Loki knew you liked little kids so he just waved off, letting go of your hand what allowed you to bow down to the girl whose eyes were glittering from excitement. "I am“ you whispered taking her little hand placing it on your palm. A breathy "wow“ escaped her rosy lips as you let a daisy grow in her tiny hand.
"You’re a witch too?" She asked while the others watched you with mouths agape and completely unaware of your special abilities. They took you for a normal human the whole time. Well, they were wrong.
Loki’s satisfied grin grew broader as he bathed in the astonishment the others harbored for his wife knowing exactly who she belonged to. He would prove it once again tonight. And his wicked mind already knew how…
"Mommy!! Look what the pretty goddess made for me.
"Goddess?" Steve asked with furrowed brows and a light reddish tone in the color of his cheeks. You wanted to answer but Tony preempted you with another one of his ill-considered statements whose upper limits he had already reached with Loki tonight. "Actually, we could’ve guessed that. I mean look at her" Stark quipped but instant regret sets in as his eyes met Loki’s cold emeralds.
You tried to chuckle it off but it was too late. The last bit of hope you had left was Loki’s regal nature, the only thing which could keep him from an open conflict. The god’s fists clenched, green magic sneaking around his knuckles but his death stare already spoke volumes. "Great, Tony! Excellent performance" Steve hissed in the billionaire’s ear, ready to intervene if things really would get out of hand.
"My wife is indeed an unmatched beauty. But I presume we should head to bed since we will return to Asgard tomorrow morning" Loki began sliding his hand across your shoulder to pull you closer to his dress shirt clad chest. He was warm, his muscles rock hard and his scent so familiar.
"My brother will surely keep you company from now on. Good night“ his baritone voice announced as he swiftly picked you up carrying you bridal style towards the door. "I hope we’ll meet again, y/n!" Wanda yelled waving with a broad grin. She was lovely. Tilting your head and nodding towards her you saw Loki gesturing something to his brother who thereupon made his way to join the others.
"Gods, Midgardian men are greedy. But they will never posses what is mine" Loki growled, his raven curls flying in the wind of hurried steps as he carried you through the hallway. Giggling and blushing at his alluring protectiveness you grabbed the knot of his tie, slightly loosening it before you toyed with the buttons of his dress shirt underneath.
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"Uhh" he breathed, a sly smirk marking his perfect lips. "I see. My princess loves when I am all about her. Pathetic" the dirty words rolled over his tongue so casually showing a side of him the god only awakened when alone with you. Loki was overly obsessed with you while he was your drug you could never consume enough of.
"But tonight… Any idea of what this gorgeous mind did wrong, hm?“ He asked mouth slightly agape, his prominent jaw muscles flexing at the tension Loki carried within him. Maybe it was time to go even further than he had originally planned. Showing everyone what only he could do to you while being fully aware of them craving your body was an intoxicating idea…
"Loki, please. This was a party no royal congress. The diadem just didn’t match my look“ you tried to explain yourself but deep down you knew it was too late. Loki’s narrowed emeralds pierced you with a warning look yet he was eye fucking you like a starved man. This night wasn’t over…
As you entered his room, he let you down again but strode past your smaller figure pressing his hand on a decorative stone wall next to his bookshelf. Well, it didn’t just serve a decorative reason since his seidr opened the wall like a slim door in all those Misgardian fantasy films you watched.
With a confused expression on your delicate face, your feet slowly moved bringing you closer to the opening which radiated a dimmed, red light and a gush of leathery scent. "Are you afraid, my love?" Loki growled reaching out a hand to you, wordlessly signaling to follow him.
The tempting glimmer in his eyes and the music which started playing in the mysterious room lured you through the small corridor. My girl form The Temptations played as your entered the room, nosy eyes wandering around the red-dominated room, eyes widened as you spotted things you’ve never seen live before.
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But before you could fully eye your surroundings, Loki’s strong hands pulled your body close to him placing one hand on your back and bringing you in a dance position. The thoughtful yet continuous turns you danced under his dominant lead finally allowed you to scan every single sinful item and piece of furniture adorning this hidden cave. Paddles, sex toys, blindfolds, a huge bed with attached handcuffs and others things you’ve never seen before waited to be used by lusty hands.
A pretty expression of shock mixed with growing interest and a tempting premonition marked your face making Loki grin smugly. He had never brought you here before but tonight it was time. And now, there was no going back.
"Still not afraid, dove?“ He whispered leaning down to you inhaling your sweet scent which always drove him feral. You were trying to process what was about to happen here tonight, your pussy greedily preparing you to give in in Loki’s dominant lead.
"Since when do you have… this?" You asked, your voice slightly trembling at the intoxicating thought of him making you his in so many ways using all those items relentlessly.
"Before I met you, I desperately tried to still my needs but no woman ever managed to please me. But now that I have you… I suppose this room will finally be of great use for both of us“ he explained spinning you out and back in to make sure you saw every inch of his unholy secret.
The song finally vanished and Loki pulled you close to him again, holding your back and staring in your eyes which were filled with need and curiosity. "Why now, Loki?" You breathed, never daring to look away.
"You naive little beauty" he begun striding around you agonizingly slow, his lust drunken emeralds eyeing every inch of your gorgeous body as you froze in the spot. "I am the only man to elicit feral moans of you and make your cunt throb with lust. I am the only man who will ever use those things on your perfect little body. And their greedy ears will hear everything. Understood?" He growled suddenly ripping your dress with ease causing it to drop down and pool around your ankles.
Now you understood what all this was about but his possessive words only poured oil in the fire. You needed him to show everyone that you’re his prized possession. It was a primal need, strong enough to shut down every other sense and areas of your mind. You would give in.
"Understood, my king" you panted, his tempting fingers drawing ice cold lines on your back. Your diction was on point. Flawless in Loki’s eyes. He would truly be a king one day but in the bedroom he already was. And you were his docile plaything.
"On the bed and on all fours" he commanded loosening the knot of his tie even further and opening a few more buttons. He would need some flexibility.
Obeying instantly, you placed yourself on the red bed, presenting your ass to Loki whose satisfied smile suited him perfectly. How much he loved you being all submissive to him. Kneeling behind you and bending over your back, you felt that he was still fully closed except for his jacket what turned you on even more. A gentle touch of his big hands introduced you to a satin blindfold Loki skillfully knotted on the backside of your head. Everything went pitch back.
"Since you have decided to not wear your diadem, I am curious if you still know who you belong to. Shall we find out?" Loki rasped, lightly sliding a leather paddle across your bare ass cheeks. It was easy for you to think of what Loki held in his hands, the thought causing goosebumps to travel down your body. He would spank you…
"Oh no, darling!" He breathed playfully appalled about your body’s reaction. "I will only punish you when your answer is wrong" he explained, his hot breath fanning against your wet entrance causing you to shudder. Loki unbuckled his belt sliding down his Gucci pants until they sprawled around his knees on the red duvet of the bed.
"The game is simple. You decide if it’s me or not. If you are wrong, my dear, I will punish you" he groaned darkly, grabbing a dildo from the marble table next to him and circled it around your neat entrance temptingly. Your breath hitched as you felt something lingering between your folds and your clouded brain understood what you husband meant.
As he finally breached you, a small moan escaped your parted lips. Your walls immediately hugged it tightly and Lokis dirty grin widened as he drank in the lewd reaction of your body he craved every second. A few agonizingly slow thrusts later, he pulled out leaving you wanting more and whining a little from the sudden emptiness.
"Well?" He asked prompting, the leather paddle already lurking upon your juicy skin. "It’s no- not you" you breathed silently praying to be filled again.
"Good girl. You are right" Loki snickered satisfied, stroking his massive length before guiding it towards your glistening cunt. Norns, it would be difficult not to pray your name when entering you.
Tensing up your lower muscles in anticipation, you panted heavily as something much bigger entered you with a slow, delicious thrust. It was hard to focus with a lusty mind but your pussy was quick to feel all the ridges and veins of the cock which had you screaming Loki’s name almost every night. You were sure as your mouth fell open from the powerful thrusts which hit your sweet spot over and over again.
"You… my king ahh fuckk" you moaned before he pulled out again. You were right again what meant no spanking at all but Loki was determined to provoke a mistake on your part. He needed to hit this ass, to see it jiggle with a red imprint.
"You’re doing so well. Maybe I have to change the rules" he whispered. The buzzing of a vibrator let you bite your lower lip in lusty excitement. It was not only the please this device could bring you but the fact that it was Loki’s hand who guided it. God, the might this man had over you.
Loki watched you with a wicked smile and darkened eyes as he guided the small, green vibrator towards your clit. Your knuckles turned white as you clenched your fists from sheer pleasure as the device kissed your clit, causing your nerves to spit out signal after signal. The god loved how your entrance clenched around nothing and he had fight the urge to just ram into you and fuck you into oblivion.
His cock stood proudly as Loki’s veiny hand wrapped around a second dildo which was much bigger than the first one, dangerously close to his own godly size. This time he didn’t waste a single second pushing the toy in without mercy. A loud curse fought its way out of your mouth as your body quivered under the overstimulation.
"Ready to make a decision, my dirty, dirty princess?" Loki asked pulling away the toys again denying you an orgasm.
"You, my king" you panted breathlessly, weeping after the lost climax but not daring to say something about it. He would devour such a demand like a predator reminding you of your place.
* smack *
You winced under the paddle hitting your asscheek all of a sudden while Loki bit his lips from the way your perfect ass reacted to his roughness. You were wrong, obviously.
The god tsked as you silently whined while your cunt perpetrated treason on you, your juices running down the insides of your thighs. There was no denial that you loved Loki being all dom and punishing you. A kink he only nourished by also painting your other cheek crimson red.
"My, my, my. The king’s filthy whore likes being spanked" Loki cooed, having you shuddering under his fingertips which trailed the sizzling marks of the harsh leather. It hurt but your brain enjoyed this kind of pain connoting it with pure pleasure.
"But that’s enough for today. I can’t wait any longer to make you beg for me. Making the others hear your sinful screams" he rasped flipping you on your back and tossing away the paddle. Light met your eyelids again as Loki’s soft hands removed the blindfold. Eager, you watched him striding around the bed, tie loosely around his defined neck, trousers finally gone. His godly length wiggled slightly with every step his long legs made. God, he was sexy.
“Give me your hands, sweetheart” he said taking your wrists you held up wantonly. “Who’s allowed to tie you to the bed?” Loki asked as he buckled the leather cuffs tethering your hands to the corresponding corners of the bed.
“Only my husband”
Moving them became impossible what only increased your shameless arousal. Loki’s lustful gaze trailed down your curves meeting the pool of juices beneath your closed legs. A satisfied groan rumbled through his broad chest, the mighty cock twitching wantonly. The sight alone made your mouth water but a blowjob didn’t seem to be in your man’s interest tonight.
"Look at you. So damn wet for me. Staining the sheets for your husband" he growled as he reached the lower corner of the bed gently taking your legs to tie them to the bed rail one after another.
The anticipation grew to an unbearable level as you laid there on full display for Loki’s hungry emeralds. His forearms flexed deliciously as he grabbed the rails and leaned over to look down at your glistening pussy slightly opened from the spread legs. You felt like a trophy which was about to be thoroughly claimed by the glorious victor.
"All mine" Loki growled lewdly meeting your y/e/c eyes and a pleased smirk on his velvet lips. "All yours, my king" you answered, your voice shaky from thinking of the things he could do to you in this vulnerable position.
Slowly, his slender yet defined figure snaked around one of the rails, sitting down between your immobile legs. With widened eyes you watched his right hand turning blue, small lines appearing on his beautiful skin. His Jotun skin.
"Good girl. But I want you to scream not whisper" he rasped, eyes fixed on your face as Loki's Jotun magic conjured an ice cube on his hand.
"No other man can do these things to you, darling. Am I right?"
Your prince took the cube letting it brush against your clit. "Fuck" you panted at the cold sensation uniquely stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves. The chains of the cuffs rattled as your legs reflexively flinched but the leather showed no mercy keeping your ankles exactly where your husband wanted them.
"Come on, darling. Show me how much of a slut you are for your king" he rasped inserting two fingers in your clenching cunt which gripped them hungrily. The coldness of the ice only increased the sensitivity of your clit, making every small move send ripples down your legs while his pumping digits let your toes curl.
"Ohhh... Norns, Loki" you screamed, hands straining against the cuffs as your eyes fluttered shut from the raw sensation. You would have bruises in the morning but honestly you couldn’t care less. You were afraid of this room at first but Loki made you want to be nowhere else.
"Louder" he commanded while his darkened eyes pierced your flexing thighs he found utterly alluring. It didn’t need anything else than his dominating tone to make you obey and his name rolled over your lips as of your life depended on it.
The thought of the men whose eyes devoured your body an hour ago, hearing your sweet voice praying Loki’s name drove him absolutely feral. Proving to everyone that your precious body and soul belonged to him and him only was a primal need whose fulfillment gave him unique gratification.
Your nearly pornographic moans added to his incredible level of satisfaction but at the same time it was hard as hell not to bury his cock in your sweet, soaking wet cunt.
The slowly melting ice caused a trickle of cold water to run down your pussy deliciously pooling around the entrance. Loki’s long digits became coated in cold wetness as he pumped them in and out. The temperature difference from your hot insides was something entirely arousing building up a powerful climax.
Of course Loki realized it, feeling how your needy walls gripped his fingers, beginning to pulsate gradually. This time he would let you come undone on his fingers and watch your wrists and ankles desperately pulling against the leather cuffs.
"Scream for them, my gorgeous wife" Loki commanded, a sexy dominance in his low pitched voice.
Something about him talking dirty to you was magical, always pushing you closer to the edge. Normally, you loved it when he called you filthy names but the word "wife" and his possessive behavior was too much for your body. Smirking smugly, the god noticed how you bit your lip at his words…
Your whole body shuddered around his godly fingers fucking you through an incredibly intense climax while his Jotun hand toyed with your icy clit. “Lokiiii I can’t- I oh Loki” You spilled his name while your ankles desperately tried to free themselves in order to give in to the deliciously strong contractions of your lower muscles. But they couldn’t.
Loki's satisfied grin widened as he saw your desperate attempts to clench your thighs together rattling the chains which mercilessly fixated your cuffs to the bed rails. “Such a good wife. Always listening to her husband” he whispered as your muscles relaxed again leaving you a sweaty, panting mess.
“Always” you smiled through staggered breaths earning a low chuckle from Loki who was about to unchain your joints again. The red striae caused by the black leather cuffs hugged your wrists like a bracelet. Unique, sinful bracelets. You enjoyed every second of being tied up under Loki’s dominant touch.
“But I need to claim you thoroughly. You want that, don’t you my personal plaything?” He growled grabbing your shoulder to make you sit up on the corner of the bed. You wouldn’t stay in the bed, that was for sure. Greedily, you nodded pulling the remaining hair accessories out and tossing them through the room. You needed his cock again and fast.
“Lay down on your back” the cold dominance was back in his baritone voice as he pointed on a light green chair-like piece of furniture with leg rests attached to each side. As you approached it, your mind found it very similar to those chairs Midgardian doctors used but it basically screamed Loki. The shape was ergonomic in a tempting, sexual sense yet elegant without any arm rests or side rails. Luxurious, quilted fabric in his color looked inviting.
Eager to finally feel your man inside you again, you climbed on the chair letting your heels rest on the edge. “No, gorgeous. Nuh-uh” Loki growled sliding his hand across your left leg before lifting it up and placing it in the foot rest. A sly smirk highlighted his sharp cheekbones as he repeated his seductive actions with the other leg.
Form now on, elegant golden rods kept your legs from closing, granting Loki perfect acces to your dripping pussy and clit which was swollen from all the overpowering pleasure Loki bestowed on you.
“Norns, she’s perfect” Loki whispered running the leaking tip of his cock through you folds collecting every drop of wetness you offered.
“No, he’s perfect” you panted, eyes rolling back as he pushed the tip inside followed by a strong thrust to bottom out. “Shittt. You’re even tighter when you came before” Loki moaned pulling out to bury himself inside you over and over again.
God, the angle this chair allowed him to breach you in, let a hot tickle ran down your legs and a firework of pleasure being transmitted by your sensitive nerves. Every heavenly thrust hit your g spot, making your vision go blurry and drawing moan after moan from your dirty lips.
Loki himself couldn’t hold back his low moans and curses mixed with cries of your name. Your walls convulsed arousingly around his dick after he hit that sweet bundle of love. “Damn, y/n!! How do- does it feel?“ he asked wrapping his hands around your hips to pick up his pace.
The unholy sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room, almost drowing your stuttered answer. The sensation of your legs slightly erected yet spread wide open and totally immobile in their perfect position doubled the force with which your hands clasped around the edges of the chair.
"Oh fuuuck!! Loki I- I can’t hold it mu- much longer" you panted, your voice a staccato from his forceful thrusts.
"Let’s remind them of what sinful things I can do to your perfect body. Make them listen, my cockdrunk beauty" your husband groaned, his head snapping back at the clench of your channel his perfect words elicited. You were determined to give him the most beautiful symphony he had ever heard.
The tie still hung around his halfway opened dress shirt with rolled up sleeves exposing his veiny forearms like the garnish of a Michelin star dish. With brows furrowed in ecstasy and forehead glimmering with a thin layer of sweat he looked like the hottest man in the nine realms. Strands of loose, raven curls framed his masculine feature; the complete picture alone was like cocaine to your ovaries.
"Loki!!" you screamed his name obeying his demand absolutely voluntarily. His cock worked magic inside you while your numbed senses missed the buzzing of a small vibrator. Suddenly, he circled it around your hardened nipples eliciting a high-pitched cry. By the gods, how much he adored your boobs.
Quivering under the sensation, scream after scream left your poisoned mouth, loud enough to be heard by at least the whole floor above you. The thought of the men having to endure your lusty cries of only his name pushed Loki closer to his inevitable high.
Wandering his hand down between your legs, he drank in the sight of your delicate face fully controlled by the power his cock had over you. Your breath hitched as Loki gently pressed the vibrator on your clit while his cock continued to pound into you without a grain of mercy.
The tingling sensation of a climax rushed at you like a jet taking over your lust-drunken brain and dictating your whole body. You came with an unchained cry of Loki’s name adding numerous curses to your list of heavy moans. The position allowed your growling and cursing husband to hit that one spot again and again elongating your high into a nearly unbearable duration.
With your channel uncontrollably tightening around his girth, Loki stumbled into is own orgasm spurring loads of hot seed in your pussy who milked him for every last bit. "I- ahhhh, I fucking own you!! My perfect shittt little whore of a princess" he rasped drowning in the sensation of coming inside you, a feeling he would never get tired of.
"I love you, Loki" you breathed toying with strands of curls after he laid his upper body on yours, breaths slowly steadying after the most captivating climax in his whole life.
"I love you too, darling. Now they‘re fully aware of who owns your pretty little body" he muttered getting up again to pepper little kisses on the insides of your thigh. How right he was about Tony, Steve and Sam lying in bed, frustratingly hard from your sinful moans devoted to only one man alone.
The sight of his cum dripping out of your swollen cunt almost let him grow hard again. "Me" he added watching your claimed body with possessive emeralds.
"Do you really think they heard me?" you asked coyly propping yourself on your elbows as Loki eventually lifted your legs from the golden leg holder.
"One has heard your beautiful cries even in Muspelheim“ the handsome god chuckled picking you up to carry you to the bathtub. He loved you more than anything else so aftercare was always a big thing with prince Loki.
"Lokes?" you mused watching his green seidr filling up the tub in record time. "Yes, my love?" he asked, his deep voice husky from all the moaning.
"Do you have such a room in Asgard too?" you questioned looking up at his loving emeralds framed by prominent eyebrows and sharp features. A wicked smile spread in the gods face knowing you enjoyed it as much as he did.
„Not yet. But I can show you everything I have to offer here“ he proposed with a raised eyebrow…
📱Avengers boyzz
Iron man™: How the fuck am I supposed to sleep tonight? I’ll look at this woman again.
Sam aka Falcon: same😮‍💨 At least it’s finally over. We really annoyed the crap out of Laufeyson
Steve R: Look Tony! That’s what comes from it☝🏼
Iron man™: *video*
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