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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ seven wonders

Pairing - shuri x black!fem reader

Word Count - 7.3k

Contains - smut (18+), soft!dom shuri, sub!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, tribbing, edging, choking/breathplay, overstimulation, clit play, shuri is a tease, praise kink, fluff

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - “What life took away from me, Bast replaced with you. You, my angel, are my gift.” She places a kiss on your cheek, the salt of your tears lingering on her lips and she allows it because she wants to stay here forever, wants to sulk in everything she’s feeling as a reminder that this is not a dream. She begins crying with you, overwhelmed with the gift that was you, overwhelmed that she had explored the world’s most intricate of beauties and yet you were still the most beautiful to her.

Tags - @inmyheadimobsessed @amplifiedmoan @vampzxi @abenomeiiii @imjusthere2readbruv @desswright29 @heejayy @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @garden-of-venus @tiii-iiiiii @verachii @ihearttish @playhousedistee @somethingcleaverandwhitty @niyahwrites @tishsrealwife @oceean @sookiesookie @myaraines @cafehyunji @6-noir @ventingfanfics @ririslove @marsolgy @shaiwritesss @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @pocketsizedpanther (comment if you wanna be tagged in future fics, 18+ please)

Song Inspiration - another heartbreak: giveon, pov: ariana grande (readers pov), favorite song: toosii, reflections: dustystaytrue ft. toosii (shuri’s pov)

Writers Note: this fic is me self projecting in both of these characters. I just wanna love and be loved. This fic lowkey kicked my ass, why is writing fluff lowkey hard?? But shuri loves her baby girl so much in this one like whew, I need herrr. Anyways, as always, I hope you all enjoy my lovessss :)

♪ ༘⋆ Tears don’t fall when you’re right here, Perfect for me that’s my fear ♪ ༘⋆ (another heartbreak - giveon)

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The evening is nothing short of perfect, sitting on a rooftop in Rio de Janeiro while the sun sets in the distance, a perfect image of the panoramic painting you sat in. Vibrant hues surrounded you as you sat in front of a small circular table that came alive with the flickering glow of candle light, a vibrant bouquet of exotic flowers and the fresh aroma of Brazilian cuisine. There were the sweet sounds of Bossa Nova playing in the distance, mixing in with the gentle rhythm of waves that settled in the not too far shore. To complete the picturesque view is what you were in this city for in the first place: the Christ the Redeemer Statue.

It was at this very moment that you found yourself at the final stop of your trip around the world. It was a trip orchestrated by your beloved girlfriend, Shuri, who cherished you deeply and wanted to show you what beauty the world had to offer. You had visited the Seven Wonders, each destination bringing you that much closer to the true joy you deserved. Shuri understood that before her arrival, you did not get out much. Not because you had no desire, not because you didn’t have the funds to, but because you simply had no one to share the world with. Life has presented you with hardships, constructing barriers that made you wary of the genuine splendor life had to offer. It obscured your understanding of what love truly entailed, as your past relationships, be they platonic or romantic, introduced individuals who made you question your self-worth. However, once again, you found yourself on a rooftop, accompanied by your girlfriend who quite literally gave you the world, even within the few fleeting months you two had spent together. Her love for you surpassed any other person you had encountered, and it was precisely all of this that frightened you.

“What’s on your mind, sthandwa sam?” Her voice held a gentle quality, infused with a subtle rasp that made you dizzy. It was flawless. Almost unnaturally flawless.

“Kwenzeka ntoni kula ntloko yakho intle?” (“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”)

Being with Shuri was the most transparent you had ever been. She consistently motivated you to express yourself fully, urging you to share your emotions openly and honestly. She possessed a deep understanding of your thoughts and the fears that were buried in your heart, which often hindered your ability to fully embrace the love she shared with you. Nonetheless, Shuri loved and respected you unconditionally. She yearned to hear your emotional release, offering her unwavering support to catch and discard them, surpassing any previous support you had ever received. She aspired to be there for you, her princess, in ways that no one else had ever been. And this is why it wasn’t terribly challenging to open up to her.

“Shuri, you know what I’m thinking.”

“I know, nkosazana, but I wanna hear you say it. Thetha nam ndimamele.” (“Speak to me and I’ll listen.”)

“Shuri-”

“Please, y/n. Please.”

You observe her, appreciating the exquisite features that decorated her face. She was so beautiful, so full of love in a body that has also been through pain and suffering. Shuri intimately understands the harsh realities of life, having experienced her own share of adversity. That's precisely why she gently encourages you to release the emotions you've kept bottled up. Her intention is never to cause discomfort or obligate you to share your past traumas. Rather, she seeks to help you acknowledge and process the feelings your mind and body are urging you to confront, enabling you to progress forward.

You bask in her warm glance for a few moments longer before you softly exhale, preparing your heart for what’s to come.

“It’s just a lot, Shuri. Not in a bad way. It’s never in a bad way when it comes to you. You’re so perfect, your love is overflowing and shit. It’s just…I’m just…”

“Yitsho.” (Say it.)

You sigh.

“Shuri, I-I just…”

Shuri notices your struggle, the way your voice breaks off and she immediately runs to your side, placing a kiss on your forehead before she lowers herself on one knee in front of you. She takes your hands, running her soft lips against your knuckles and you could cry. You loved her so much and it scared the shit out of you that you knew she deeply loved you too.

“I’m scared, Shuri.”

“Mhmm. Keep going, my love, I’m right here. Let it out.”

“I’m scared that…” Your voice gradually faded with your words becoming entangled in your throat, making it harder to breathe. You took a brief pause, collecting your thoughts so that they could flow effortlessly from your lips. “I’m scared that one day you’re gonna look at me and not love what you see anymore.”

You stopped there, curious as to what kind of response she would give you. But of course, she only encouraged you to proceed.

“You’re doing so good, y/n. Keep going…I know there’s more in that big heart of yours.”

You let out another sigh, not born out of annoyance or frustration, but rather a sigh of relief.

“I’m just worried that one day you’re gonna get tired of me, that I’m going to be…I don’t know…I guess just too much. To be fair, I am kinda a lot to be around…I-I understand that I’m not the easiest person to love, and that I can be a handful…”

You were on the verge of tears, but you didn’t allow them to escape you just yet. “I’m just scared you’re gonna get tired of me and I’m just not sure I can handle that, Shuri.”

“Mmm,” Shuri hummed, not once taking her gaze off yours as she continued to kneel in front of you. She brought your hands in for a kiss, loving lips attaching themselves to your soft, brown skin. She lifts herself up to reach your forehead, placing one last kiss before she speaks.

“You know why I chose you, y/n?”

You shake your head, unable to speak in fear that your emotions might overwhelm you and you did not want to ruin this perfect evening with Shuri more than you already felt you had. Shuri lets out a soft chuckle, her pearly teeth revealed through a crooked grin that placed butterflies in the depths of your stomach.

“It’s actually quite simple, nkosazana. I chose you because I love you. I love everything about you. I love your dimples when you smile, and those beautiful eyes, sthandwa. I love your body, everything about it is perfect. Your stomach, your thighs…what’s in between your thighs-“

“Shuri, you’re just talking about my body--”

“Ssshhh, I’m not done. I love your sense of humor, how you’re always laughing and it makes me laugh. Puts a smile to my face when I have no smile to offer. I love your strength and your capability to love even though the world has not been so kind to you. I love your creativity and how artistic you are, it balances me out because you know I love my science. It's nice to have an artist to level the plane. I love your beautiful dark skin and all its simplicities and complexities. I love how you encourage me to be my best, and you push me to be better, for you but most importantly for myself…”

“Shuri…”

“Wait, sthandwa, I have more to say. When…when I lost my brother, I felt as if the world came crashing down on me…he was my favorite person to be around and when he was gone…there was just…nothing…”

Her voice started to falter, unveiling the enduring pain that Shuri carries within herself each day, concealed by the smile she presents to you. A solitary teardrop escaped from her eye, though she hastily wiped it away. She wasn't prepared to break just yet, and neither were you.

“Shuri, you don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.”

“I want to…and I need to. And you need to hear it.”

You offer a tender smile, conveying to Shuri that everything would be alright. Shuri breathes in, lightly grazing her lips against your hands before proceeding.

“And then…when my mother died…I just…”

“Shuri-”

“I had no will to live anymore because what was the point? I had no one. Nothing. Until…until you.”

You choked down a sob, one that would undoubtedly have torn through your entire being had you let it fully consume you.

“You reminded me of what it is to be happy, to laugh, like genuinely laugh…haven’t done that since my brother, I almost forgot what it felt like. You showed me that there’s so much more to live for, so much the world has to offer and I wouldn’t have it any other way, nkosazana.”

You offer a subtle nod, tears streaming down your face with an unrestrained flow, and this time you permit it. She was utterly flawless, an exquisite fusion of affection and happiness, seamlessly mending the shattered fragments of your own existence. Her embrace provided solace, her gaze offered a sense of security, and there was no place in the world you'd prefer to be at this very moment, and no one else you'd rather be with.

“Umhle kakhulu, y/n,” ("I love you, y/n”) she says with one last kiss before she stands, gesturing to you to stand as well. She pulls you into her embrace, a hug that engulfs every fiber of your being, immersing you in the warmth emanating from her body and permeating back into yours. She placed a firm kiss onto your forehead before you pressed your face into her chest, allowing gentle tears to cascade down your cheeks and onto the fabric of her shirt. Yet, she doesn't mind. She wanted to catch every single droplet that escaped you and tuck them away so you were no longer burdened by fears that weren’t truly there. She hated that you felt scared, apprehensive about the future and the uncertainties it holds, because she will never abandon you. She needs you just as much as you need her. Perhaps even more so.

She cupped your face in the palm of your hands, looking down at puffy eyes and puffy lips as you sniffled.

“You’re literally so beautiful, y/n,” she promises, pressing a kiss into your nose. “Just pour it out, let yourself feel the things you feel, my love. You have to let it out, y/n. Do you understand me?”

You nod, your lips forming a pout before more tears fell from her words.

“I’m not saying you have to explain things when you don’t feel like it. But what I am saying is I am your partner, your girlfriend and I’m here for you. I love you. And I want you to know that I love you, more than anything or anyone else in the world, and that I need you just as bad.”

If you hadn't been a tearful wreck before, you most certainly were now. Cheeks marked with traces of tears remained within Shuri's grasp as you drew her closer for another kiss.

“That’s it, y/n. Just let it out…I’m right here. Ndizohlala ndilapha.” (I’ll always be right here.”)

“I love you so so much, Shuri,” you promise, your voice broken from the lump in your throat.

“You know what the best part of this trip was, sthandwa sam?”

“Hmmm, what could that be, baby?”

A beautiful smile adorned her face as she lifted you up and twirled you around, dancing on a rooftop while your laughter echoed with genuine delight. She sat down on the chair, bringing you into her lap as you straddled her, holding her like it was your last time.

“We may have just traveled the world and its most exquisite landmarks, but you…you were my favorite part. No building or ancient structure is as beautiful and strong as my girl.”

The smile that graced your face was a sight of pure bliss in Shuri's eyes, as she cherished nothing more than the radiance of your beautiful smile. She buries her face in the nape of your neck, gently pressing her lips against your firm yet sensitive skin.

“Every morning I woke up next to you…every dinner I shared with you…every night I had my way with you…”

With each declaration, her kisses grew more fervent, targeting the places she knew weakened you. You wrapped your arms around her neck, fully embracing how much she rendered you powerless through every movement she made and every word she spoke. She was addicting, all consuming, fogging each and everyone of your senses but your pounding heart was a reminder as to where exactly you were.

“Shuri…we-we’re on a public rooftop,” you stuttered, trembling beneath her passionate kisses as you struggled to contain the pulse that found its way between your thighs.

“No one is coming. I made sure of that,” she replies, her face still sunken into your neck as she begins lifting your dress up to bunch around your waist. The light pulsing between your thighs transitioned to heavy throbbing, as melanated bodies grew more eager to feel one another.

“Let me know if you’re ok, y/n,” Shuri says, wanting to make sure that your head and heart is in the right place to proceed with her intimacy. You were more than ok, because even though your heart was often troubled and your mind was in constant battle, your body was always willing to receive whatever obstacle Shuri would give you.

“I’m ok, Shuri,” you reply desperately, slowly grinding your crotch in her lap. Shuri notices this, wasting no time in cupping your saturated cunt, casually stroking you over the thin lace of your panties. It was torturous, how close yet so far she was from where you needed her.

“Shuri,” you whined, a wounded sound that made Shuri smile.

“That’s it, sthandwa. Yilangazelele.” (That’s it, baby. Be desperate for it.”)

“Mmmm,” you moaned as she carefully pulled the fabric to the side, gliding her fingers through your folds, grazing your pulsing clit and it made you frantic. “Sh-Shuri.”

Her strokes came to a halt as she pressed into your clit, a shocking sensation radiating through your thumping nerves.

“Show me how you do it,” she whispered into you.

“Hmm?” you moaned in question.

“Show me how you do it, my pretty girl. Rock on me. Be desperate for it.”

She gently caressed your clit for a few more beats before ceasing, signaling your cue. Gradually, you widen the space between your thighs, allowing her more room to tenderly touch your delicate clit with the pads of her fingers, exerting a firm pressure as you slowly but surely start to grind in response. She wanted to watch you work for it, observe your struggle as you ascended towards your own pleasure.

“Shuri, baby. Ah.”

The feeling was deeply fulfilling, your clit fluttering with each swipe as your soft moans pleased Shuri’s senses. A grin appeared on Shuri's lips as she observed how your pleasure radiated through your facial expressions. Your eyelids grow heavy, your eyebrows relaxed as your mouth falls open. The knot in your stomach tightened as your grinds became harder, your pussy getting louder as you soaked her fingers.

“Look at you go.”

“Unh.”

“Yeah that’s right,y/n. Mntana oyimtombazana.” (“Work for it.”)

“Shuri, unh..shit.”

Shuri gently grabs your throat, not enough to hinder your breathing but enough to get your attention. She entices you closer, pulling you in as she presses her lips to your ear, her words eliciting a shiver that surges through your body, infusing your pounding clit with waves of pleasure, as if it wasn’t already too much on your body.

“Such a needy little pussy, huh?”

“Mhmm. Yeah.”

“So slippery, nkosazana. All this just for me, yeah?”

“Yes, baby yes.”

It was absolutely sensational, her fingers coming in contact with your body as you rubbed against her created a knot in your stomach as the heat coursed through your legs and Shuri’s gaze remained on you, shifting from your pleasured face to your tired cunt.

“Your pussy is so pretty, look at how swollen you are…Bast.”

“Sh-Shuri,” you tremble, a warning that you were close. “I..I..I’m close. Mmm…uhn.”

“Hold it, sthandwa. I know you can.”

“B-but I can’t. I need to.”

“You can do it. Cuz you got no choice, my pretty girl. The most beautiful girl.”

Her carefully selected words seamlessly intertwined with your every gesture, engulfing you in a sensation that overwhelmed your mind and your pussy. The intensity compelled you to surrender, to embrace the fiery passion swirling within your core, while your pussy delicately throbbed.

“Shuri, stop talking like that…you’re gonna make me…f-fuck. Shit.”

“What is it, y/n? Can’t handle being my pretty princess?” She gained pleasure from teasing you, relishing in the sight of your blissful torment while you writhed on top of her, fighting hard to obey her and not cum until she let you. “Would you rather be my pretty slut?”

“Baby…please,” you begged.

“Mmmm,” she hummed low. “You can be both.”

“Shit,” you whined, unintentionally slowing your movements down to give your swollen clit a moment to wind down.

“Khange ndithi ungacotha. Qhubeka uhamba. Ndibonise ukuba ufuna embi kangakanani.” (I didn’t say you can slow down. Keep going. Show me how bad you want it.”)

“Shuri..I-I…”

As you were at the threshold, a few more swipes away from releasing onto her, she removed her fingers from you, a long sticky line connecting with her fingers until she drew them into her mouth, cleaning them dry as she kept her eyes on you.

“Wh-why did you do that?,” you struggled to say as your impending orgasm remained trapped between your legs, so close to being released from your body before she denied you. Shuri chuckles before kissing your cheek, still tear-stained from earlier.

“Ssshh, my love. You’ll get it soon. Don’t worry.”

Gently raising you from her lap, she clasped your hand as the two of you headed back to your hotel room. Your tense pussy nerves made walking a challenge, causing you to falter occasionally, but Shuri guided you every step of the way.

♪ ༘⋆ You love my lips ‘cause they say the things we’ve always been afraid of, I can feel it starting to subside, learning to believe in what is mine ♪ ༘⋆ (pov - ariana grande)

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"Oh my god, Shuri!" you exclaim, caught off guard, as Shuri effortlessly lifts you off the ground and twirls you around, cradling your body in her embrace as you walk down the hotel corridor. With a playful gesture, she plants several kisses on your cheek, eliciting another burst of laughter from you. “Shuri, put me down!,” you manage to utter amidst your genuine laughter, even though your plea for her to let you go was anything but.

“Absolutely not, nkoszana,” she teases, spinning you once more before you make it to your hotel door. It was then Shuri placed you down, trapping you between the door and her body as her mouth traveled back to that sweet spot on your neck. Your hand made its way to the back of her head, gently grasping her soft curls as her passionate kisses milk a moan off your lips. Her hands creep down your body, caressing your curves before her fingers slowly find their way between your legs again, causing your knees to give out for a split second as you were still sore from your unreleased orgasm.

“Wait-Shuri…shit.”

The instant her fingers stroke you over the drenched material, a familiar sensation stirs within you, beckoning your orgasm to well up once more, eager to escape from your body.

“Shuri…please.”

“Hmmm?”

“Shuri…I…inside please, let’s go inside?”

She lifted her face from your neck, her hungry eyes meeting your pained ones as she continued her assault on your pussy. She dips her ring and middle finger beneath the fabric, coming in pure contact with your swollen clit once again, sending an electric pulse swimming through your aching cunt.

“Shuri-ah!,” you moaned loudly, most likely audible to anyone that may have been occupying any other of the hotel rooms. Shuri lifted a finger to your lip, a gesture that told you to keep quiet.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whispered, struggling to keep your heavy moans at bay.

“It’s ok, sthandwa, you’re ok. Let’s go inside now, yeah?”

You nodded, the only response you could give because if you dare to speak, coherent words would not fall out. Shuri only smirked at you, opening the door before lifting you up once again, shutting the door behind her aggressively while the two of you passionately kissed until your back gently pressed onto the bed.

Shuri was delicate in removing your dress from your body, gliding the zipper downwards and gracefully allowing the slender straps to slip off your shoulders. Your panties, she was not so gentle with, hooking her fingers underneath the lace that hugged your hips and tearing them, causing a whine to escape your lips.

“Shuri!”

“I’ll get you another pair, my love, do not worry.”

You yearned one another intensely, craving Shuri's touch with a deep hunger, and she desired you just as deep. For a moment, she got off the bed, allowing herself to become entranced with the way your slick glistened your inner thighs, doing all this as she unbuttoned her dress shirt and rolled up her sleeves, her small gold chain crystalline against her ebony skin. She was so beautiful and the sight of her only heightened your arousal, your core pulsing beneath her gaze.

Shuri got on the bed, resting herself on the headboard before motioning you to sit on her lap and you oblige, spreading your legs over hers as your pussy lingered above her crotch. She wasted no time sinking her eager fingers through your folds, her digits getting lost in your thick, swollen pussy as you feel the coolness of her rings up against you. She occasionally brushes over your clit and you flinch every time, still sensitive from her lingering touch.

“Shuri, stop playing baby,” you whine, completely unashamed of how needy your plea sounds.

“Where do you want me?”

“Inside…pl-please?”

“Mhmm….” Shuri pressed into your clit once more, pushing loving circles into you before she made her way down to your clenching hole. You were drenched, desperate for her touch but Shuri desired to savor this moment as if it were a rare occurrence, aiming to reaffirm that you were more than what others perceived you to be because in her eyes, you meant everything and even more.

She traced her fingers over your entrance, feeling the way your pussy chased after her in desperation. The relentless teasing she subjected you to was unbearable, driving you to the edge of exhaustion as your impatience mounted, begging her to put an end to it.

“Shuri, pleeease.”

With a sly expression, Shuri's crooked grin compliments her fingers as they firmly dig into you, using her free hand to guide your body onto her as if you were sitting onto her strap. She continuously pushes into you until her knuckles kiss your pussy lips, Shuri’s fingers are well acquainted with your body, swiftly linking the pads with that special spot inside you that makes your pussy walls convulse violently, prompting you to bury your head into her as you moan into her shoulder.

“Oh yes, Shuri, unh.”

“I want you to bounce, nkosazana. Ride me like you ride my dick.”

With her words infused with the depth in her tone, it provided all the motivation you required. A shiver rushed down your spine, intertwining with the shiver that surged through your pussy walls, instantly targeting your g-spot as you milked Shuri’s fingers.

Raising your head from her shoulder, you met her gaze fixed not on your eyes but on your body, observing every reaction you had to her touch. The way your breasts bounced frantically in tempo with her thrusts, and the way your pussy lips swelled from the stimulation made it evident just how much you desired her and how eager you were to surrender to the woman below you. Shuri brought her lips to your face, her eyebrows scrunched together as she planted fervent kisses on your temple before softly whispering words of reassurance into your ear, causing your walls to clench around her with urgency.

“Injalo, ntombi yam entle. Yileqe.” (“That’s right, my pretty girl. Chase it.”)

“Shuri, please.”

“Ukhangeleka umhle ngolu hlobo. Intle kakhulu xa uyinqwenela.” (“You look so pretty like this. So pretty when you’re desperate for it.”)

It’s moments like these where you’re thankful that you learned to speak Xhosa fluently, your mind becoming foggy with the native words that spill off of Shuri's tongue as her thrusts and your bounces simultaneously find each other in your g-spot. It was nothing short of pure bliss as your orgasm crept through you, the heat in your stomach igniting as your wet pussy echoed through the hotel room.

“Sh-Shuri…I’m gonna cum, Shuri.”

“Then do it.”

“Ah!”

For a few moments longer, Shuri showers you with praise, extolling your body and emphasizing how flawlessly your pussy compliments her, designed to take her and listen to her and this was all made clear with how her voice radiated through her next words, instantly pushing you to your orgasm.

“Cum, baby. Let this aching pussy have what she’s been begging for all night.”

And with her words, the pressure built to your breaking point as you released right onto her, oozing onto her hand and trailing down to her crotch. Your orgasm crashed through you wave after wave as Shuri continued to praise you through it, making promises of forever and how much she loves her pretty girl.

“Shuri, yeah,” you trembled, moans shattered and delicate, struggling to articulate thoughts while your mind and pussy absorbed everything.

"Ngokwenyani ungoyena mntu umhle ndakha ndambona. Ndifuna nje ukwenza ukuba ube cum ngokuphindaphindiweyo." ("You're literally the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I just wanna make you cum over and over again.")

“I..fuck.”

“Will you let me do that, y/n? Make you cum all the time? Whenever I please?”

You nod frantically, the pulse in your walls growing as Shuri continues to fuck you through it, switching between rubbing your clit and thrusting into you as you struggle to come down from your blissful state.

“Fuck, I love you,” she mumbles, repositioning you so your on your back, almost unaware of where you were but you snapped back to reality as you feel Shuri spread your legs open and place her mouth inbetween them, grazing her lips over your still sensitive clit and your whole body spasmed at her touch, absolutely fragile from your lingering orgasm.

“W-wait Shuri…I can’t…please,” you whimper, placing your hand over your aching pussy.

“Yihambise.” (“Move it.”)

“Baby…I-I…”

“Y/n…I said move it.”

You shake your head from side to side in protest, your face contorting in a mix of desperation and fatigue as your delicate pussy continues its rhythmic throb. Shuri removes herself from between your thighs, leaning forward to meet your gaze as she gently pinches your chin to redirect your attention to her. Cradling the back of your head, she holds you close, her light chain dangling inches from your face.

“There isn’t a woman in the world as strong as my baby girl. You can take anything. I promise. Do you understand me?”

You vigorously nod and she chuckles at the sight of your vulnerability, noticing how your responses have been reduced to mere head gestures, as you grapple to form coherent sentences.

“I know what your pussy needs, and from the way you’re still leaking onto these sheets like a slut, I know she wants more. Am I right?”

Another nod.

“Uze ube yintombazana elungileyo kum, nkosazana, wenze le nto ndiyithethayo. Hambisa isandla sakho.” (“Then be a good girl for me, princess, and do what I say. Move your hand.”)

You hesitated at first before you obeyed her words. You removed your hand from the heat between your thighs, revealing your pussy that continued to drip for her. Your pussy lips were puffy, your clit enlarged as you opened your legs wider for Shuris devour and she practically salivated at the sight of you before she dove into her meal with one flat lick through your folds. Instantly, your hand gravitates to your pussy again but Shuri lightly pushes it out the way, allowing nothing to get between her and what belongs to her.

“Ungakhe ucinge ngayo.” (“Don’t even think about it.”)

Finally, she takes your clit into the swells of her lips, pulling you into her mouth as she sucked and slurped both in and around you. Your legs rest on her shoulders, her hands hooked around your thighs, your toes perfectly pointed. It was overwhelming, her mouth on you as she moaned into your pussy and connected her gaze with yours. You brought your hand to gently fist her curls, using them as a handle to grind down on her tongue.

“Shuri, oh my god, baby yes,”

“Take it easy, sthandwa. I don’t want you cumming just yet.”

“Oh…okay…fuck.”

The squelch of your pussy resonated loudly, wet lips meeting wet lips as you sensed your impending climax. Your stomach started to twist into knots, the soles of your feet and palms of your hands tingle while your pussy hole tightened. You weren’t certain with how much longer you could keep it in as Shuri’s tongue work seemed to intensify, causing your cunt to clench repeatedly.

“Baby…I’m gonna-you’re gonna make me-”

Once again, Shuri moaned into your pussy, a sound that added to your already soaked cunt before reluctantly letting go. The physical and mental turmoil of nearing the threshold, only to be abruptly pulled away was agonizing. But Shuri had a different plan for the both of you. She wanted to experience your body entirely, to witness your release directly onto her as your body completely unraveled and understood that you belonged to her and it will remain so as long as you allow it.

She locks eyes with you while standing by the bed. With elegance and sexual frustration, she begins to unbutton the rest of her dress shirt, meticulously lifting the fabric from her body. Her perky breasts rest beautifully on her chest, her dark skin seemingly eager to intertwine with yours. As she begins to undo her belt buckle, you shift your position to sit at the edge of the bed in front of her, wanting to take over and complete the task yourself.

“Here baby, lemme take these off of you,” you plead. She nods in agreement, making room for you to complete the job. You earnestly unbuckle her belt, undoing each button one by one as you press your lips against the valley in her breasts. When her pants were undone, you slipped your hand beneath her boxers, your palm coming in direct contact with her dripping pussy and she took a sharp inhale as you glided through her folds.

“So wet just from tasting me,” you whispered with a smirk.

“Ndimanzi kuba ndikuthanda,” she replied. (“I’m wet because I love you.) She completely removes her pants and boxers from her body, standing before you fully bare in her petite yet toned body. “Lala phantsi ngenxa yam.” (“Lie back down for me.”)

In no time, Shuri grips your calf, guiding you into a perfect position where her pussy can meet yours. The moment she touches you, the instant her aching bud kisses yours, a surge of immediate pleasure overwhelms you, your jaw falling open as you sing soft melodies of praise meant for her ears only.

“Fuck baby.”

She embraces you, swaying back and forth until it feels like the entire universe is within your grasp. Your melanated skins meld as one, two feminine bodies intertwining to form the most exquisite shades of brown.

“Sh-Shuri, un-UNH.” Your moans escalated, becoming filthier by the second and you couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment with how easily aroused you became and so you bit your bottom lip to try and contain the shameful moans that sat in the pit of your throat. Shuri's face was concentrated, eyebrows furrowing as she was captivated by the sight of your puffy pussy on hers; concentrated on sloshing cores and the friction created below. But she was determined to hear you, reveling in your inability to keep quiet as she pleased you with her body. She allowed muffled moans and gentle whimpers to linger on for too long, fully aware that you wanted to completely unleash yourself. And she would make you.

“No, don’t do that.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t hold back.”

No matter how many times she saw you naked, how many times she’s fucked you into oblivion, you always became embarrassed with how effortlessly compliant your body was, how loud your mouth and your pussy desperately became.

“What’d I say about holding it in?”

You shake your head in defiance, struggling to muffle the pitiful moan welling up within you. It's almost as if you're testing her, curious to see how she'll respond and whether she'll get her way. Shuri doesn’t hesitate to snake her palm around your throat, almost in a loving manner as she grins. She presses lightly, again, not enough to hinder your breathing pattern but enough to get your attention on her.

“Answer me, princess. What’d I say about holding it in?”

“Y-you…fuck. You said n-not to,” you struggled to say amidst Shuri’s heavy grinding.

“Injalo, ntombi yam entle,” she responds (“That’s right, my pretty girl). Still, you resist her, intrigued to witness the depths of determination in your normally tender and affectionate Shuri, to see how far she'll go in pursuing her own desires. You feel the compression on your windpipe escalate much harder than it was, oxygen struggling to move down your throat and it makes you soak as you moan in unison with your guttural gasps. You clasp her wrist for support, a soft smile appearing on your face as you get lost in your dwindling breathing pattern.

“I…Shuri…AH!”

“That’s it, y/n. Pour it out, just like I said. Let yourself feel the things you feel. Let me give your pretty pussy what she deserves…shit.”

“UNH.”

“Nantso ke sthandwa sam, mandikuva.” (“That’s it my love, let me hear you.”)

Your pussy entrance clenched frantically, your used clit beating like rapid thunder as your orgasm awaited you. And it was no different for Shuri. It was written all over her face. The more she spoke, the more broken and disheveled her sentences became, her jaw twitching and abs contracting as she chased her own high, absolutely desperate to feel your pussy cum all over her palpitating clit.

“Sh…Shuri! Ooooo fuck baby…I-I’m gonna…”

“Do it. Flood m-me…unh.”

Both of your moans were messy, filling the air with cries of each others names as Shuri continued to fuck you with her drenched pussy. It was exhilarating, a rush of warmth that surged through your body, starting as a tight ball of heat in your sex and radiating outward. The thump between your dewy folds pulsed at a faltering rhythm, one beat upon another, as you felt Shuri's clit continuously twitching and teasing against you.

“Fuck, y/n. You make my pussy feel so g-good,” Shuri moaned, struggling to descend from her own state of bliss. And she was a sight to see. Her dark skin glistened with perspiration, the chain adhering to her body due to the sweat. Her curls were ruffled, their natural pattern still discernible but marred by the droplets of sweat that trickled down her forehead. And you could always tell how hard her orgasm was rushing through her body with the way her abs tightened and her jaw clenched, her pussy puffed out as her clit jolted with pleasure. Your girlfriend was ridiculously sexy and the way her body reacted to yours was a testament in itself with how much she loved you.

Before you were able to come back to earth, you felt one last lick up your folds and you shuddered violently forcing Shuri to grip your thighs tightly in order to keep you still. You were still so achy, pulsations still finding a way to decrease as Shuri pressed her mouth onto you, kissing your pussy lips like they’re the lips on your face.

“Ugqibelele kakhulu,” she hums into your cunt before licking your juices up (“You’re so perfect,”). “Intwana yakho igqibelele.” (“Your pussy is so perfect.”)

Another lick through your folds that makes you jolt and you consider trying to squirm out of her grasp but the sight of Shuri worshiping words of praise into your pussy in her native tongue is enough to let you keep her there.

"Ndifuna ukudlala kwi intwana yakho ngalo lonke ixesha.” (“I want to play in your pussy all the time.”)

“Ufuna ukwenza ukuba uze ngapha nangapha nangaphezulu kwakhona.” (“Wanna make you cum over and over and over again.”)

“Nanini na ndifuna.” (“Whenever I want.”)

"Kuba ndiyakuthanda." (“Because I love you.”)

“Intwana yam.” (“My pussy.)

“Umntwana wam oyintombazana.” (“My baby girl.”)

They were words of promise, words of desire as you cum once more. The waves of her husky voice surged through you as her mouth wrapped around your clit and you whimpered through your overwhelming orgasm, legs trembling as you trapped Shuri between the thickness of your dark thighs.

“Sh-Shuri…please. I-ah…I can’t take it anymore.”

“I know, baby.”

“Then…please.” You were shaking, completely overtaken by it all. “Please Shuri…I can’t.”

Shuri plants one last kiss onto your clit and you shudder, breasts and thick thighs jiggling one last time before Shuri removes herself from the heaven between them. You were her baby girl, her princess, her everything and she didn’t want you to feel anything less. She comes back up to face you, caressing your cheek as sleep crept through your mind.

“Y/n…are you able to wash up yourself?”

You nodded and Shuri smiled, proud of you.

“Then go do it, please. I’ll be out here waiting for you.”

“W-wait…why can’t we wash up together? We always do it together,” you pouted.

“Sshhhh,” she whispered, still caressing your beautiful face. “Kukanye nje, sthandwa sam. Ndiyacela." (“Just this once, my love. Please.”)

You hesitate, but nod, bringing her in for a kiss as you taste the remnants of your pleasure on Shuri’s lips.

“Good girl. Always my good girl.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

♪ ༘⋆ Open up those gates to your heart, Only if you’ll let me ♪ ༘⋆ (favorite song - toosii)

After finishing your shower and changing into pajamas, you step out of the bathroom only to be greeted by a heartwarming sight that leaves you holding back tears. A trail of rose petals leads from the bathroom door to the neatly made hotel bed, where you and Shuri shared your intimate moment. Placed on the bed is a large stuffed panda bear, a thoughtful reminder that Shuri noticed your love for these creatures during your trip to China to visit The Great Wall. Right in front of the bear sits a beautifully wrapped box. Shuri's smile warms your heart, and you rush into her arms, straddling her with a passionate kiss. She changed into low waisted black joggers with a matching black crop top, showing off her sculpted body and toned arms as the subtle gold chain remained on her neck. She looked damn good.

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“Of course I did. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Shuri…”

“Sshhh, y/n, just open it.”

“But I didn’t get you anything.”

“Y/n…I don’t get you things to get things in return. I get you things because I love you and because I can. Now open it…please?”

"Mmmm okay!," you giggled, playfully pecking Shuri's nose before removing yourself from her lap. You picked up the gift, giving it a little shake before eagerly unwrapping it. Inside, you found exquisite souvenirs from each of the stops you and Shuri had made on your trip to the Seven Wonders. The items looked rare and valuable, serving as a beautiful memento of the precious time you had spent with the woman you cherished the most.

“Shuriiiiii! Where-how? How did you get these??”

Shuri shrugs her shoulders, a half cocky grin painting her face. “I have my ways.”

You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, proceeding to dig through the gift. Along with it all was a kimoyo bracelet, and you smiled at the gesture.

“Thank you babyyyy,” you squeal, wrapping your arms around her neck. “Now I can do all the things you do!”

“Welllll not quite. Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now,” she chuckled. “I made this mostly so I can keep you safe even when I’m not around. That amongst…other things.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“What things?”

“Oh you know…like…things…like I can give you orgasms with it.”

“Oh my god, Shuri!,” you laugh, playfully hitting her once more before proceeding to look in the box, finding a folded piece of paper at the bottom.

“Oooo, what’s this??,” you ask before Shuri takes the paper from your hand, laughing in your state of confusion.

“I wanna read this to you myself,” she says, her voice smooth as silk.

“What is it?”

“Just relax for me. Here…hold this,” she says, placing the panda plush in your arms. It was so cute.

Shuri slowly unfolded the paper, kissing your lips before inhaling deeply.

“I call this piece ‘Seven Wonders’.”

“Piece? Shuri, what is this?”

“Just…listen...”

✎✯ “They say the world contains wonders, I heard there were seven

But what wonders do they speak of if we don’t live in heaven?

They say the world contains beauty, but for me it was tragic

And though I don’t believe fables, I believe you are magic

I say the world contains death, yet in you I find life

And though now I’m your girlfriend, I hope one day I’m your wife

I say the world is but hell, yet you are my heaven

And if the world contains wonders, then you are all seven” ✯✎

With each word, each stanza and rhyme, you were brought to a state of healing. A state where you could feel Shuri’s words pick up the pieces for you and mend them back into one. You were an emotional wreck, tears falling down your cheeks uncontrollably to a point where softs sobs ripped out of your mouth. Your chest felt heavy and light all at once, as you were overtaken and consumed by the love you had for your girlfriend.

“Shuri, what the fuck???,” you cried, basking it all in. “That was so fucking beautiful, what? I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, nkoszana. You just have to believe it.”

“Shuri I…I didn’t even get you anything.”

"Baby, come here," she murmurs gently, gesturing for you to return and settle back into her lap, and you comply willingly. With your puffy eyes meeting hers, she can't help but be overwhelmed with love for you.

“You are my gift.”

Your lips form a pout, eyes twinkling with your tears.

“What life took away from me, Bast replaced with you. You, my angel, are my gift.” She places a kiss on your cheek, the salt of your tears lingering on her lips and she allows it because she wants to stay here forever, wants to sulk in everything she’s feeling as a reminder that this is not a dream. She begins crying with you, overwhelmed with the gift that was you, overwhelmed that she had explored the world’s most intricate of beauties and yet you were still the most beautiful to her.

“Thank you my love,” you whisper for her ears only, nuzzling your face into the warmth of her neck as she kisses your temple in longing. “You’re my everything, Shuri.”

“Nawe ungowam.” (“And you are mine.”) ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

♪ ༘⋆ I see reflections of me when I look at you, and I ain’t never felt this way, and I can’t lie girl you got it, and I got pain all in my body you helping me heal from, lil’ mama a real one ♪ ༘⋆ (reflections - dustystaytrue ft. toosii)

#shuri x reader #shuri x you #shuri black panther #shuri fanfiction #shuri smut #dom!shuri #sub!y/n #smut #fluff #lesbian #sapphicvqmpires

[evanstanhoney]

Prettiest Girl In The World

a/n: this is my first seb fic, after forever of lurking. I hope it lives up! please let me know what you think I’ll be very curious.

⚠️warnings: D/s undertones, PRAISE KINK, aftercare, unprotected sex, creampie, porn without plot, Dom!Sebastian, Sub!reader

pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

word count: 1.5K

“Say it.” Sebastian grunts, his forehead pressed against yours, hips slowing to an agonizing slow grind against yours.

You’d been at it for a while now just like this, with him slowly teasing you with his cock. Occasionally pulling out completely to play with your sensitive clit. And oh, boy were you sensitive, but even still you craved more. More of his lips on yours, more of his hands on your body, and more of his perfect cock pressing against your g-spot. You needed him, but here he was teasing.

In Sebastian’s mind what he’s really doing is teaching you a lesson. One that no matter how many times he’s tried to literally fuck into your head, you just can’t seem to grasp.

The lesson? That you are, in fact, the prettiest girl in the world.

A ridiculous notion to you, absurd even. But to your Sebastian, it was simply a fact. One that he has set out to prove to you time and time again, through every hug, kiss and touch, he was going to prove to you that you were the prettiest girl in the world. Which is how you ended up as you were. Pressed into the mattress, wrapped around Sebastian in every way, and whining.

“I said, say it.” He says again with a devious smirk to his lips. There was a fire behind his eyes, the one that seems to only burn for you. With the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s got his hand around your throat and the slight rasp in his voice, it makes you flutter around him and he can’t help but groan.

Biting your lip,you whine and begin to grind your hips up to meet his that have slowed to a stop.

“No,” he taunts, tightening the grip around your neck just a tad, “you say it or we’ll stop right now. Come on, baby. You can do it.”

“Sebastian” you groaned, squirming underneath him.

“Say it.” He whispers lips centimeters away from yours, his free hand, pressing your hips still into the mattress. “Come on. If you want me to move you’ll say it.”

“I - I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” And instantly Sebastian drew his hips forward, filling you once more.

“Keep going. Say it again”

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You say more confidently, as his length slowly dragged back out of you to the tip.

“Good girl.” Sebastian praises, “Now, you stop. I stop. Got it?” He asks, planting a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Ready?”

“Please.” You whine.

“You know what to say.”

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You began to chant, slow and drawn out at first, as you enjoyed the drag of his cock along your walls. But eventually it became something different entirely. It was short and fast as you were just barely able to breathe out the words as Sebastian's hips picked up speed, in a deep steady rhythm.

“Oh fuck, baby.” Sebastian groans into your neck, feeling your walls constrict around him. “Come on, you know what I want.” He pants, “Show me your a good girl, show me.”

“I’m” you whimper, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you inched closer and closer to orgasm, the familiar warmth already spreading beginning at your toes.

Sebastian lifts his head from your neck, resting his forehead on yours, a hand on your neck, the weight of it lit your every nerve on fire in the best way. “Please.” You were so close, right there. But the way Sebastian was moving, alternating speeds, had you dangling just at the edge, back and forth but not quite over it. And oh how you longed to take the leap.

Your whines are pitiful and if Sebastian weren’t making you feel so good you’d be embarrassed at just how desperate you sounded.

“Shhhh, baby. You don’t have to beg. I’m not going to stop, not until you come, okay. I just wanna take my time with my girl.”

“No, please, no.” You whine out rolling your head into the pillows

“You’re okay. I got you. But you gotta, shit, gotta keep talking baby. Say the magic words.” You look up at him with those eyes, slightly glossy now, that he swears he could get lost in. You nod vigorously and begin the chant again.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You whimper.

He leans down and pressing his lips to yours, swallowing each of your delicious moans. He truly couldn’t get enough of you. “You feel so good baby, you know that?” He asks bringing his hand up to caress your cheek, and you bite your lips at the praise, letting your eyes fall shut. At that Sebastian coos down at you, his arms on either side of your head, cradling you close. You pull him as close to you as you could, allowing his weight to press you further into the mattress.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You squeak out breathlessly.

Sebastian delivers a particularly hard thrust that manages to hit that soft spot inside of you, forcing your grip on him to tighten and your eyes to snap shut.

“No,no. Look at me, baby. Open your eyes.” He commands, voice deep and gravely. Your eyes flutter open, looking into his ocean blues, and that nearly sends you over the edge,alone. “There she is,” he smirks, “There’s my good fucking girl. Eyes on me. Keep those eyes on me, okay Beautiful?” You nod, reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, bring him down for a kiss, that’s less of a kiss and more so just the two of you breathing each other in, lips pressed together. Sebastian, nips at your bottom lip, making you groan, and your legs snap tighter around his waist, “You’re doing so fucking good for me, taking me so well. Just like always, huh?” He asks, a glint in his eye. He can see you’re in that floaty space where everything feels warm, and the only thing you can sense is him. You’re so close that it hurts, he can feel the way that you’re tightening around him, somehow getting sloppier and tighter with each stroke. He’s got you just where he wants you.

Your chanting stopped, but Sebastian hasn’t stopped, still buried deep inside you. “Words, babe.”

“Yes, just - just like always…Sebastian.”

It’s the wonton way in which you say his name, your glassy eyes looking deep into his ocean blues that gets him close, that makes him believe you’ve learned your lesson.

“You’re my good girl?”

“Yes.”

“Then show me. Come with me. Come on my cock baby. Let me feel you-”

Just those words, that’s all you needed to allow yourself to fall apart, as you come around him, eyes baring into his, as he spills into you in hot thick ropes seconds after. He leans his forehead against yours, thrusts hard and sloppy as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. “Oh fuck. Fuck baby. There you go. Good girl. So fucking beautiful for me.”

His hips slow to a deep grind, and he crashes his lips to yours in a hungry kiss.

After he feels your heart has slowed down a bit he pulls away, drawing a moan from you. “Stay.” You pout. He smiles at that, kissing your forehead, before leaning down planting kisses up your neck, still buried inside you.

You reached up playing with his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, making him hum into your neck. The two of you laid like that for who knows how long, basking in the sensations of each other. Your hands in his hair, and his cock slowly softening inside you, but still keeping you full, with his lips lazily leaving a trail up your neck, occasionally nipping and sucking.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna roll us over for round two.” You whisper.

Sebastian chuckles into your skin, planting a final kiss at your collar bone, before meeting your lazy gaze. “Is that a promise?” You playfully roll your eyes. Of course he’s down for round two. With you he was insatiable it seemed. His lips found yours, in a sweet peck, “Was the edging too much?”

“Not at all. A little annoying having you slow down when I was right there, but the end result was worth it.”

“Sorry I came so soon, but you said my name and I just-”

You looked over at the alarm clock on your night stand. Sure Sebastian usually let you come at least twice before ever thinking of himself, but you hadn’t just had a short session either. You’d been at it for nearly an hour, so you were more than satisfied to say the least.

“Sebastian, trust me. It’s okay. You made me feel amazing.You always do”

He smiles down at you sheepishly, kissing the corner of your mouth, “Good.” Slowly he leaned up and began to slowly remove himself from your sensitive pussy. You let out a little sigh, at the loss, but your given a soft peck to the forehead as a consolation.“You okay? Sensitive?”

“Just a little.”

“Sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be. You took care of me.” You smile.

“Anything, for the prettiest girl in the world.”

#my writing #Sebastian Stan X reader #Sebastian Stan X y/n #Sebastian Stan X you #Sebastian Stan fluff #Sebastian Stan smut #dom!Sebastian Stan #sub!reader #sub!y/n #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan fiction #sebastian stan fic #Sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan writing #sebastian stan preferences #aftercare #teasing #choking #soft!sebastian stan #sebastian stan #dom!Sebastian #eye contact

[anxieteeeaa]

Bunny Rabbit

WARNINGS : mature content, sex, rough sex , choking, oral, fingering, sex club, dom/sub relationship. dom!harry, spitting, pushing / shoving.

This was an anon request!! If you have any feel free request one! If you aren’t comfortable with this type of stuff please don’t read it!!

“Ladies and gentleman give harry and bunny another round of applause for the great show they put on.”

harry wrapped his girl in a robe before helping her off the stage. yeah they had just fucked in a front of hundreds of people, but he knew how easily she got cold after a session.

“here you go love.” he cuddled her into his chest as they took their seats. “did so good for me.” he pressed several kisses to her cheeks and smoothly wiped the mascara that ran from her eyes as he cleaned her face.

“thank you sir.” she whispered as she snuggled into his chest. putting on a show was always exciting, but this was a huge thing for her since there was twice as many people here tonight then an average night.

“Relax for a bit. i’ll get us some waters and a light snack, and then we can go clean up.” She snuggled into her blanket and watched as the next performers went onto the stage.

“Excuse me”

She turned to find a couple smiling down at her.

“Hi. Sorry. My name’s Jake. This is my sub Sierra. We just wanted to say that you were amazing up there.” The dom spoke up. “And if you’d ever like to join us sometime, here’s my number.” He slid her a piece of paper with his name, number and address. “And if you ever wanna make some extra money for yourself. You know who to call.” He gave her a wink and left with his sub who gave her a smile and a small wave.

“Wait.” She stopped them with a small smile on her face.

“Do you mind if i hang with you guys for a bit? My dom is getting us some drinks.” she removed her blanket as she got up to follow them.

“Not so sure if he’s gonna be okay with you walking around alone dressed like that.” He smirked as he gave her a once over, licking his lips in the process at how delicious she looked.

“I’ll be okay. If anything you can protect me.” She sent him a small smile before following them back to their table.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be joining us so I only booked two seats.” He looked at her with list in his eyes. “But my lap is always available.” He sat down and stretched his arms out.

“She’ll be just fine sitting with me. But thanks.” She turned to see Harry fuming.

“Oh hey. I got lonely so i made some friends. I hope you don’t mind.” she looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. She knew what she was doing. And she knew that he knew. He had that look in his eyes.

“Let’s go.” He demanded through gritted teeth. “Now.” She knew he wasn’t playing around, but she didn’t care.

“But why.” She pouted as she put an arm around her new friend. “We were just talking.”

“I’m not playing games with you princess.” He knew what she was doing but he could care less, he didn’t like seeing his girl around other men. especially in a club like this.

“Be a good girl and listen to your dom.” Jake cooed as he moved her body towards her owner.

Harry grabbed her arm and started walking towards their rented room.

“Besides. You have my number” Jake called out before returning his attention to his sub.

“Who the fuck was that?” He whispered in her ear as he placed his hand around the back of her neck. “You know not to go wandering off and talking to strangers. especially when we’re here darling.”

“ It was just a friend.” she pouted. “i got lonely, and you were taking too long.”

“Just shut up. I don’t want to hear any more of your pathetic excuses.” He shoved her into their room for the night and locked the doors. “Now here’s what we’re gonna do.”He sighed. “I’m gonna sit down. And you’re not gonna say a fucking word. You’re gonna get on your knees like the filthy whore you are. and you’re gonna take my cock down your pretty little throat.” He sat on the loveseat and unbuckled his pants, his cock dripping with precum as he pumped it with his hands a few times.

“Now.” He leaned back as he continued to pump his fist over his cock. “Crawl.” He demanded, his cock was aching. And he was just ready to shut her up and have her soft lips around it.

She didn’t move.

“Don’t make me grab you.” He warned. “If i have to come over there you’re not going to be able to sit for a week.”

And she’s perfectly fine with that.

With a quick motion he grabbed her arm and threw her body on the couch. “I said.” He took his belt out of the loop and smacked her ass with it. “Crawl.” He laid a few more harsh smacks before pushing her to the ground. “Suck it.” He grabbed her and shoved his cock in his mouth. “And don’t even think about using teeth.” He spit as he began to thrust in her mouth.

He could feel her tongue wrap around the head of his cock, lapping at his sweet spot on the underside of the head.

“That’s it. That’s a good slut.” He groaned as he threw this head back. Tears were streaming down her face and she could barely breathe. But he could care less, he knew she wanted this.

“Love the way you work your tongue.” He thrusted his hips faster, enjoying the way she deep throated his cock.

“Alright.” He hissed as he pulled her off by her hair. A string of saliva hung from her lips, her makeup was smudged and her hair was in a bunch.

“Look so pretty.” He cooed as he traced her bottom lip with the head of his cock before pulling it away.

“Come on.” He turned her body around and ripped her clothes off. “Let me see this pretty pussy.” He spread her lips apart, admiring as how plushy and pink it was since she was so aroused.

“Such a dripping mess.” He whispered in her ear as he traced his finger tips around her clit.

“Do you even deserve my cock?” He asked in a low voice. “I don’t think you do after that stunt you tried to pull.” he traced the head of his cock between her lips.

“Please.” She whispered.

He grabbed her hair roughly and brought her ear to his lips. “Did i say you could speak?” He chuckled. “You really don’t know how to follow instructions do you?”

She shook her head, embracing the pain but enjoying every single bit of it.

“That’s okay. Daddy’s here to set you straight doll.” He let go of her hair and slowly pushed the head of his cock in but didn’t move any further.

“Beg for it.”

She didn’t know what to say.

“So when I tell you not to speak you don’t listen. But when i want you to it’s the opposite? Funny how that works.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed her throat before leaning her head back.

“I said beg for it.” He spit before sending a harsh smack to her face.

“Please.” she whispered.

“Speak up.” He yelled.

“Please sir.” She pleaded a bit louder.

“Louder. You know how to act.”

“Please sir. I’ll behave I promise.”

“That’s a good girl.” He pushed his cock in a bit further. “And why should i believe you? Hmm? Why should I believe you’re not gonna go around trying to fuck other doms in this club? Huh?”

“Because I belong to you.”

That’s what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck that’s my girl.” He slowly pulled out before pushing his cock back in with force. He kept a steady pace as he grabbed her hips and bottomed out.

“Holy shit doll.” Harry groaned in the room as he began to thrust faster and harder, he couldn’t control himself. She just felt too good.

“Feels good doesn’t it? Feeling my cock just buried deep in your tight pussy. It’s all mine. And i’m gonna make sure you remember that.”

“I’m all yours.” She moaned out as she felt her pussy clenching uncontrollably. That bubbling feeling in her tummy was near its peak.

“Say it louder.” He moaned. “Let them know who you belong to.”

“Harry’s. I belong to Harry.” She moaned out as she thrusted back to meet him halfway.

“That’s it baby. Fuck yourself on my cock. I’m almost there.” He panted as he went a bit quicker, sending harsh smacks to her ass every once in a while.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He threw his head back as he was reaching his orgasm.

His jaw dropped open as he filled her pussy, the slick sound of his cock entering her pussy filled the air.

“Cum for me.” He grabbed her neck and lifted her face up, he opened her mouth and spit it in.

“Cum.”

Her body trembled as her orgasm flowed through her body. Her toes tingle, her pussy dripped and her eyes were in the back of her head.

There’s no place she’d rather be than here.

He slowed his thrusts to bring her orgasm to an end, not wanting to overstimulate her too much.

“Alright love. let’s get you cleaned up so we can go home. Need to get you cleaned up.”

This was horrible i’m so sorry lmao. i’m working on a masterlist! It’ll be up sometime soon!

Please bare with me. I’m working two jobs right now as well as a side business so i won’t be that active lmao. But i promise i’ll get to requests and questions asap! Hope you have a great week!

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[zestyskz]

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Jeongin - I.N smut🔞

~ in school, penetrative sex, fingering, dirty talk, dom!Jeongin, sub!Y/n~

sorry this so long😔

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as you walk through the school hallways you start to feel that self conscious sinking into you as you walk through the school halls. you feel everyone's eyes on you and you didn't think that this would be one of the consequences you would have to suffer through all because you were too lazy to do your laundry. all your other skirts were at the laundry mat and this was the only one you had left, but it was a size to small and made your figure look even better according to all the boys in the school.

you felt a certain type of fear when Jeongin's eyes landed on you. he stared you down, moving his eyes up and down but when you turned your head to see who it was you were going to catch staring this time, he didn't look away, he just had that danger in his eyes, like he always does.

you manage to ignore him and get through the hallways and into your first class. you take a seat, trying your hardest to cover up yourself with the very little fabric that you had on. you mentally prepared yourself for when Jeongin would walk through that door and take his place right next to you.

there was rows of desk, just like any class room, but each desk had another attached to it, to save space and so nobody fights over their partners for class projects. but this way of seating was not in your favor as your very desk partner was Jeongin. the very man you couldn't control yourself around, the very man who snuck into your room late at night, the very man who took your virginity.

you silently turn your head away from where Jeongin was walking from the door then to find his way next to you. you mentally kill yourself as he takes his seat then stares directly at you. you pretend to be distracted by some posters on the wall, but your not fooling anyone. you can practically feel his smirk as you then are forced to turn your head towards as the class was beginning and it was your teachers request to.

nothing happened for the first 25 minutes in class, and you start to think your safe with the 20 lasting minutes you have to stay in your place. but when you feel the weight and the warmth of Jeongin's hand on your thigh, you know your i trouble.

you jump in surprise and he just smirks, you know that he's the one in control now and you wish you would've never wore this short skirt.

you still in shock when he moves his hand up and down on your thigh and his fingers dance closer and closer the where you really wanted them. the heat of his hands felt magical, it was getting hard for you to keep a straight face and conceal the view from everyone of your classmates. Jeongin's face contorted into ones of a sly, slick fox, mischievous with the illusion of a concentrated face, but those eyes were his weak spot as you figured all that out just by one look.

Jeongin leads towards your ear and whispers, "You're lucky we're in class right now, just wait until i have you all to myself." a shiver runs down you spine. he preceded to lead make in his chair like nothing just happened. He's so confusing and sly, what a fox face.

and then suddenly it not only does his talking stops but his hand does too. he retreats his hand from your thigh and places it back in his own personal bubble. this fueled something in you and now you also wanted to play this mischievous game with him.

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as you heard the loud piercing sound of the school bell telling you its time for your free period you place all you supplies back into your school bag. you get up from you seat, making sure Jeongin gets a good view of your ass, and make a steady pace to the door. you dont realizes Jeongin's close behind you until he's dragging you by your hand the moment you step out of the door.

he brings you to the family bathroom, a bathroom your school made to make non-binary kids feel welcomed but it just turned into the number one hook up spot.

Jeongin pushed the bathroom door open and brings you inside, coming in soon after you. you let out a small sound as the door slams shut. it's scary how quiet he is, you don't know what's going to come next.

with every step he takes towards you, you take a step back. you're soon pressed against the sink and his body. he's towering over you at this point, but he's still not speaking. he bends down and places his hands on the sink, breathing in your ear.

after what feels like an eternity he finally speaks up, "Why? Why'd you want to wear this shirt skit today? huh? i mean it's not like you don't want what i have planned for you." you let out a squeak from his words and he just chuckles and smirks.

"it's alright, i guess.. i'll still make you feel good, pretty baby." he retreats from your ear and strays to press his lips against you neck, leaving bites and hickeys along his way around your neck. you tilt you head to hopefully give him some more space to work with. your legs quiver a little bit in surprise as he brings his hand to touch your most precious parts underneath you very tiny skirt.

his fingers skim the wet material, "you're already so wet, and from what? little thigh touching in the class room?" he pants.

you tried to hold in a moan, not wanted him to see how much he affects you, "I don't know w-what you're talking about-t.." you snapped back with, trying to compose yourself as best you can with his fingers trailing up and down your warmth.

"oh yeah?" Jeongin asked as he slips you panties over to the side and bring his fingers to trail circles around your entrance. "your pussy definitely knows what i'm talking about." he chuckles as he sticks his ring and middle finger inside of you. you instantly let out a loud moan, not caring about who hears you.

soon enough Jeongin brings his fingers out of you, letting you take a breath of relief, just to plunge his fingers right back into you, making the pace faster and faster. you guys stay like this for a while, you pressed in between Jeongin and the sink, you bitting your lips so hard that they might bleed just so you can conceal your moans, and Jeongin's fingers going in and out of you at a rapid pace with his thumb circling you're clit.

he gently pulls out his fingers, slick with your liquids. "you ready for me baby?" Jeongin asks in the most lustful yet soothing voice. while he awaits for your response he started to skillfully unbuckle his pants and grab himself out of his boxers with a soft grunt, getting his pretty dick slick with your fluids and his precum from watching you turn into a mess previously.

you let out a almost inaudible whimper at the sight. "y-yes, please make me f-feel good.." you pleaded and Jeongin had no problem with complying.

Jeongin picks you up to set you on the sink for a better and more pleasurable position.

He takes his erect dick in his hands again and line the tip up with your wet hole, groaning at the sight. you let out a rather loud moan and he sinks into you.

the feeling of him now going in and out of you brings you to moan, with his grunts and the wet noises you feel like you're in paradise.

you soon start to feel his dick twitch inside of you, making you squeeze around it, causing Jeongin to let out a long moan and rose his head back. "i-im close, so close y/n.." he sound almost submissive now but you know not to let that fool you as he wont hesitate to leave you here all alone like this.

"me too, m-me too baby" you mange to whimper out through all the moans. jeongin starts to go faster with his sloppy pace, wanting to get you both over the edge faster.

you both make trails of loud moans as you both hit your climax. you guys lay there relishing in the after feel. you chest is heaving trying to catch your breath but it's the same with jeongin.

the blaring sound of the school alarm rings in your ears, but you both don't care about getting to class on time, just wanting to stay like this for a while.

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i didnt proof read it also its kinda rushed at the end so sorry😓

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[daaydreamy]

Can you write a sub y/n subrry and Dom Zayn one shot please let them do something really filthy :)

show me how

summary: zayn teaches an inexperienced harry how to pleasure both him and y/n.

warnings: coarse language, smut, f/m/m threesome, oral (m & f receiving), protected sex, praise kink

pairings: harry styles x fem!reader x zayn malik

•••

“I don’t know how.”

“I’ll teach you.”

Harry glanced at Zayn as he stood on his knees in front of Y/N. His knees were starting to hurt a little because he was kneeling on the floor, but he ignored it and chose to stay quiet. He was a bit nervous and was a bit afraid he was going to embarrass himself because this is the first time he’s ever going to pleasure a woman and this is also the first time he was having a threesome. It made his heart race from anticipation just from thinking about it.

“What do I do?” Harry asked softly, eyeing Y/N’s most intimate parts.

Y/N was leaning back against her hands, looking down at the blushing boy with a small smile playing on her lips. She was excited. She and Zayn had been friends with benefits for a little while now and she knew Harry was one of his friends. She was even a bit surprised when Zayn had told her that Harry asked him to join in because he had always been a shy and reserved person whenever she met up with him, but was still excited anyway. She has a pretty little dress on and lace panties she specifically wore tonight, her dress hiked up her thighs to show her covered cunt.

“Take her panties off.”

Harry glanced at Zayn once more before bringing his hands up, taking the waistband of Y/N’s lace panties before slowly pulling them down her legs. As he took them off, Y/N moved to lay on her back, shutting her eyes when Harry took them off and placed them beside her.

“Taste her.”

Zayn was sitting on a chair beside the bed, his elbow resting on the armrest. He was toying with his lower lip, enjoying the sight in front of his eyes. It was arousing, truly. He had to adjust himself a little because his cock was already growing hard in his pants, biting the inside of his cheek softly when Harry leaned in and stuck his tongue out, running it up Y/N’s slit. As much as he wanted to do that to Y/N as well, he really did want to help Harry and to show him how to do this.

Harry had to hold back a moan when he tasted Y/N on his tongue, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pulling her closer to his mouth. He closed his eyes and started to lick up her arousal, the soft moans she was letting out going straight to his ears. He sucked her clit into her mouth, running his tongue over it and sucking softly. His nails were digging into her thighs softly, leaving crescent moon-shaped marks on her skin. He licked up everything she was giving him, humming and moaning against her from satisfaction.

“Yeah, just like that.” Y/N breathed, reaching out to tangle her fingers in Harry’s soft curls. She gripped them softly, letting moans and whimpers and gasps leave her pretty little mouth. The feeling of Harry’s warm tongue against her was truly pleasurable and she was enjoying every single bit of it. She tightened her thighs around his head ever so often, which he didn’t seem to mind all that much, but she reminded herself to keep her legs open.

“Fuck.” Y/N whispered softly and Zayn’s eyes flickered to her face, eyeing her mouth that had sinful noises spilling out of it. He admired her features and how pretty she was, smiling a little as he watched her.

Zayn got up from the chair he was sitting in, walking over to Harry.

“I didn’t know you were so greedy, Harry.” Zayn grasped Harry’s hair and pulled him off of Y/N, making both of them whimper from the loss. Harry looked up at Zayn, his lips and chin wet with spit and Y/N’s arousal from how messy he had gotten. Zayn smiled down at him and ran his thumb over Harry’s lower lip, pushing his thumb into his mouth after. Harry suckled on it softly and closed his eyes, Zayn’s head lifting up when he heard Y/N speak.

“Please, Zayn.” She pleaded and Zayn pulled his thumb out of Harry’s mouth, pushing his head back towards Y/N’s center. Harry immediately stuck his tongue out again and continued what he was doing earlier, except Zayn was holding him against Y/N this time. His hand was gripping his hair tightly and he was watching quietly as he stood beside him.

“Make her come, yeah? You’re not pulling off until I let you.”

Harry could only nod against Y/N as a reply. His nose bumped Y/N’s clit softly when he moved down to tease her weepy hole with his tongue, whimpering softly when Zayn gripped his hair a bit tighter. Harry’s nails were digging into his own thighs, wanting Y/N to come on his tongue so badly. He was losing his breath though, which Zayn noticed, and he pulled his head back. Harry let out soft pants, admiring Y/N’s went cunt that was slick with his spit and her arousal.

“It doesn’t even seem like it’s your first time doing this, look at what you’re doing to her.” Zayn chuckled softly and Harry’s cheeks grew warm.

“Make her come.” Zayn patted Harry’s cheek and walked away from him, smiling as he leaned down to kiss Y/N. He swallowed the moans and whines she was letting out and he could tell that she was getting close from how squirmy and loud she had gotten ever since they started. Her hand cradled his jaw softly, licking into his mouth. Zayn did the same to her, her taste lingering on his tongue when he eventually pulled away.

“I’m close.” She gasped out and Zayn’s lips curved up into a smile again. He stood up straight and watched Harry again, seeing that his eyes were closed and that he was eagerly licking into Y/N’s pretty little pussy. Y/N’s thighs tightened around Harry’s head but Zayn placed his hand on her knee, pulling them apart again.

“Fuck!” Y/N whined when she finally reached her peak, her back arching up a little. A string of loud moans and profanities and Harry’s name left Y/N’s lips, letting the pleasure wash over her and drown her. Therefore she was left panting when Harry pulled off, sighing dreamily as she tried to come back down from her orgasm. Her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath she took, her body relaxing further into the mattress beneath her. She let go of the sheets since she was gripping them pretty tightly, closing her legs as well.

“That was good, Harry. You did good.”

•••

“You’re gonna fuck her now.” Zayn said to Harry. It was like an order, and Harry immediately obeyed for some reason. It showed how submissive he really was, how easily he complied with the things Zayn would say. The fact that he wanted Zayn to teach him as well only added to it. Y/N was quite submissive as well, which he took advantage of whenever they had their nights together. 

Harry gulped quietly as he looked down at Y/N. He had put a condom on and got onto the bed with Y/N while Zayn sat back down on the chair beside the bed. Y/N had taken her dress off as well and it was lying around somewhere in the room. One of Harry’s hands was on Y/N’s knees, his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He ran his tip along Y/N’s soaking slit, a shiver running up his spine from the feeling. He eventually started pushing his cock into her weepy hole, letting out a shaky moan as she squeezed around him. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily through his nose, going slowly until his cock was filling her up fully.

“Fuck her, Harry. She likes it rough.” 

Harry opened his eyes and glanced at Zayn before looking down at where he and Y/N connected. He thrusted in and out of her a little bit, both of them letting out a soft moan. He did that a couple more times and eventually made his thrusts a bit faster and deeper, moaning and whimpering shamelessly. He leaned his torso over hers, burying his face in her neck as he fucked into her cunt. He panted against her skin, feeling her legs wrap around his waist.

“Fuck, Harry. You’re f-fucking me so good.” Y/N breathed out, tangling one of her hands in his sweaty curls. The feeling of his cock filling her up to the brim made her head spin and all she could do was moan and whimper. Their warm bodies were pressing up against each other’s, droplets of sweat rolling down their skin. The air around them had gotten warmer and thicker and smelled like sex and sweat the longer they fucked. 

“Fuck her harder.” Zayn said, rubbing himself over his pants softly. He couldn’t resist the urge to not touch himself because the sight in front of him was to die for. His hard cock was straining against his pants but he didn’t want to come yet, he wanted to come through a different way. He only palmed himself, watching Harry lean back up onto his knees while proceeding to fuck into Y/N even harder than before. He let out a soft moan as he rubbed himself, letting his eyes fall shut while he just listened to their obscene noises. He let his head tip back, their filthy moans and whines and whimpers going straight to his ears and his cock.

“I’m gonna come, Harry, fuck.” Y/N gasped out and Zayn opened his eyes again, wanting to watch her come again.

“P-please come, I want you to come.” Harry whimpered softly and Zayn groaned softly, shifting in his seat.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Y/N said quickly, gripping the sheets as orgasmic pleasure washed over her once more. Her head was spinning, her heart was racing, her stomach was going in spirals, it was like her body had been consumed by the pleasure Harry was giving her. It felt like she was on cloud nine, moaning and whining shamelessly as she came around Harry’s cock, milking him for all he was worth.

“Fuck, you feel so good, oh god.” Harry choked out as he started to come as well, closing his eyes tightly as he emptied himself in the condom. Y/N was squeezing around him so tightly it felt like he could explode, moaning and whimpering shakily.

Eventually, Harry pulled out of Y/N, still blissed out from his orgasm.

“You’re not done yet, Harry.”

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“You’re gonna suck me off now, yeah? Get on your knees.” Zayn said and Harry stood there for a couple seconds even after hearing him, blinking with his lips parted.

“Did you hear me?”

“I- yeah, sorry.” Harry gulped and got down on his knees, looking up at him. Y/N was still on the bed, watching quietly with the sheets pulled over her body since it was kind of cold in the room. She was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, her legs kind of feeling like jelly from the two orgasms she just had.

“I’m kind of nervous.” Harry admitted quietly and Zayn laughed a little, tilting his head up.

“Don’t be, I’ll go slow. Uh, hit me if you ever want to stop, okay?” He said and Harry nodded.

“Okay.”

Zayn hastily pulled his pants and his boxers down his legs, the fabric bunching up at his knees. He stroked himself a couple times, moaning softly from the feeling. He looked down at Harry and moved a little bit closer, until his tip prodded at his lips. He placed his hand on the back of Harry’s head when he slowly took him into his mouth, hissing softly from the feeling. His hair fell over his face a little bit as he watched, letting Harry go at his own pace.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He murmured under his breath, letting his eyes fall shut as he took more of him into his mouth. He tipped his head back, his fingers tightening in Harry’s hair. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, moaning softly.

“Teeth,” Zayn said shakily. “Careful with your teeth.” He chuckled breathily.

Harry’s knees were starting to ache a little but he chose to ignore it, tears gathering in his eyes when he choked around his cock softly. He pulled off and coughed a little, apologizing softly until Zayn told him that it was okay and to go slow. He looked up at him before wrapping a hand around his cock, leaning in to take him into his mouth again. He used his tongue this time instead of trying to take him as deep as he could, feeling proud of himself when he heard Zayn groan from above him.

“Good boy.” Zayn breathed, not being able to resist the urge to thrust into Harry’s mouth a little bit. And eventually, Harry let him. He was thrusting into his mouth slowly, moaning and gasping whenever he did. Harry’s mouth was so wet and warm and it was heavenly. Harry was moaning around him, whimpering softly whenever he gripped and tugged at his hair.

“I’m close.” Zayn grunted out, opening his eyes and forcing himself to look down at Harry because he wanted to watch. Harry was now bobbing his head up and down his cock, a few tears falling down his soft cheeks. His own cock was now hard again just from sucking cock, aching with a bit of precum beading at his tip. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah.” Zayn gasped out, holding Harry’s head still against him as he came in his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, moaning loudly as he reached his peak. He was gripping Harry’s hair tightly, making Harry’s scalp hurt a little bit, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Zayn’s knees were threatening to give out a little bit, his entire body leaning into the pleasure. 

He pulled out of Harry’s mouth when he was starting to get sensitive, panting softly as he looked down at him.

Harry smiled, dimples popping in his cheeks.

“Did I do good?”

“Yeah, really good.” Zayn chuckled breathily.

a/n: i chose this concept since this one anon kept asking for it so here you go bae 😭😭 and also thank you for 500 followers!! i love every single one of you so so much 🫶🫂

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[vampzxi]

☆°‧ 𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚢'𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

✧ riri

just a question

✦ riri x reader ; you cancel a date with riri and her reaction is...different than what you expected.

finish.

✦ 18+ riri x reader ; you and riri have a beach date! she teases and edges you through the entire trip, never letting you finish. until she lets you ride her thigh lol

caught in the act

✦ 18+ riri x reader ; riri has been leaving you lonely lately, consumed in her studies. so you fill her absence with your own "toy". that is, until, she catches you using it. she teases you by making you use it on yourself while she watches. then she makes you beg for her to touch you

highschool!riri headcanons

✦ riri headcanons ; just silly headcanons i have about riri. she's such a dork

missing in action

✦ 18+ riri x reader ; being ironheart’s girlfriend isn’t an easy task. you constantly desire her attention, yet the young prodigy is constantly being pulled away by the Avengers. riri’s teasing doesn’t make it any better. so when she has to take another business trip, you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine. until it backfires and blows up in your face (riri fucks the shit outta you lol)

✧ shuri

highschool!shuri headcanons

✦ shuri headcanons ; my little booboo bear shuri. my dorky girl. this is just her being a silly nerd, just silly headcanons.

sub!shuri x spy reader

✦ coming soon

✧ shuriri

what's my name ?

✦ 18+ sub!shuri x switch!reader x dom!riri ; shuri is a big bratty pillow princess in denial. she thinks she's in charge. you and riri fuck the attitude out of her, leaving her begging lol. you give her sweet aftercare when you're done though

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[violetsandfluff]

This is really dirty and kinda kinky but like hockey player!shawn and his girlfriend are in the changing rooms after a really intense game and shawn’s team lost and Shawn’s really pissed off so he bends reader over the bench and starts like pounding into her after getting her really wet and then maybe like one of his teammates walk in bc they forgot something and Shawn doesn’t stop what he’s doing and like the two have thought of a threesome before so they invite the guy to join and she sucks his teammate off and chokes on his cock whilst shawn forces her head down on the guys dick all whilst he continues wrecking her pussy

ohh my… anon, you need to drink some holy water 😵‍💫 i don’t feel great writing about a threesome so i am going to change up a few parts if that’s okay?

TW: unprotected s*x, getting walked in on, all sorts of filthy sh*t

“It was still a good game,” Y/N reasoned with her fuming husband. “It was neck and neck there for awhile.”

“Had that bitch of a goalie not hit me in the shin, I might’ve been able to win,” he seethed.

“It was still good, regardless,” she pointed out. “You guys did good.”

She watched as he pulled off his layers of padding as well as his jersey and get into more comfortable clothes to wear home, admiring his athletic body as her mouth practically watered. “Do you need a quick kiss, Baby?”

Shawn flew around and stared down at his girlfriend, irises blown with lust. “Bend over,” he commanded, pointing to a bench that sat beside them and she wasted no time.

He whipped his pants off along with hers and pressed a large hand against her back. He took his large, rage-hardened cock in his hand and whispered her favorite sentence in her ear to get her good and wet. “Naughty girls get fucked naughty.”

She whimpered and he gave her ass a gentle, satisfied spank. “Good. First good thing you’ve done all day.”

He jammed his cock into her from behind and she gasped, almost standing up in shock. He pushed her back down before growling out, “you like that, puppy?”

She nodded as he pulled in and out rapidly, laughing at the pain written on her face. “Princess,” he placed a hand on her face to make sure she was alright. When she smiled cheekily at him, he continued pounding her, growling gentle insults quietly into her ears.

Amid all that was going on, Shawn and Y/N heard footsteps approaching. They sat completely still. One of Shawn’s teammates was about to come back into the locker room.

Shawn straightened and hit the light switch just in time. This resulted in them being hidden in the shadows and a very confused teammate. Oops.

As soon as he had left, Shawn plucked Y/N off the bench and put him on the ground before him where she grinned and sat obediently down before him and immediately pulled him into her mouth.

She moved on and off, just how he liked it, as he let out groan after groan, barely audible. She moved from the ground to lying on the bench so she could still reach him with her lips, and he bent over the top of her.

He slid two fingers into her and her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a moan of surprised euphoria. They worked on each other like that, coaxing moans and growls out of each other’s throats until they could edge themselves no more. They sat, breathless and in a state of near shock, amid the dark, cold, lifeless lockers until Shawn broke the silence.

“Good girl,” he said hoarsely. “Always have been.”

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[hazzasgayvodka]

saturday smut night

AYOOOOO i know i have been MIA for so long and i deeply apologize HOWEVER life has been fucking insane BUT IM BACK

And you know what that means!!! Smut night! My ask box is open, feel free to send harry or 5sos requests or just drop in and catch up with me! How is everyone doing? What has everyone been up to? I want to catch up on all the things! I missed you all so much!!!!

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[harrywritingsbyme]

im screaming imagine daddy!h saying sub!reader’s body it’s only his to play with and like it’s only purpose it’s to please him or smth like that (and sometimes he wouldn’t even let you come bc it was all abt him and you’d understand bc you wanted to be his good girl idk but then later he would please you all you want bc he loves his bby so much and you were such a good girl for him)

anyway AND THEN daddy!h comes home from work one day and he has this rule where reader isn’t allowed to wear panties when she’s at home so that she’s always ready for him and harry is just rly stressed so he goes straight to subby!reader who was doing something (like cooking, drawing, idk) and interrupts her but he doesn’t even asks he just grabs her and she’s all “daddy i was busy!” and he’s like “daddy doesn’t care baby he needs to cum” or “daddy wants to play with your body right now he had a rough day” and you wouldn’t have any other option rather to give in AND HE WOULD JUST BE USING YOU FOR HIS PLEASURE-

that’s hot asf🥵🫠

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[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

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[sapphicvqmpires]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ swallow (your pride)

Pairing - shuri/black fem! reader

Word count - 4K

Contains - smut (18+), slight choking, dom!shuri, sub!reader, strap on, reader is a brat, slight degradation kink, jealousy, fluff, cunnilingus, minimal plot

Key Words - nkosazana (princess), sthwanda sam (my love)

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - The first time you guys fucked, you made it abundantly clear to yourself and to her that she was just a one-night stand. She agreed, and only came to you when you asked. She fucked hard, but she did it with intent. The way she always took care of your needs before hers. The way she called you ‘princess’ and ‘slut’ interchangeably in bed. The way she almost fucked you like she loved you. All the reasons why your one-night stand turned into a two, three, four-night stand. But you were not hers, and she was not yours, and as much as you tried to push away the hot gooey feeling of jealousy in your core, you just couldn’t

Song Vibes - kiss it better (rihanna), sept 5th (dvsn), i.j.s. (dee gatti), awkward (sza)

Tags - @abenomeiiii

Writers Note: low key scared to post this but oh well, let me know if you enjoyed it! And let me know if you wanna be in the tag list for future fics :)

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ You allow your mind to get lost with the crowd, your body becoming syrup as you lose yourself in the music. Your head getting lost in the beats that pummeled through your veins as you chose to forget about your current dilemma. You were having a good time, up until the dilemma herself walked straight through the door. You instantly choke down tears, not because of the sight of Shuri, but because she brought another girl with her. Shuri’s arms are around her shoulder as they stepped foot into the house party.

The first time you guys fucked, you made it abundantly clear to yourself and to her that she was just a one-night stand. She agreed, and only came to you when you asked. She fucked hard, but she did it with intent. The way she always took care of your needs before hers. The way she called you ‘princess’ and ‘slut’ interchangeably in bed. The way she almost fucked you like she loved you. All the reasons why your one-night stand turned into a two, three, four-night stand. But you were not hers, and she was not yours, and as much as you tried to push away the hot gooey feeling of jealousy in your core, you just couldn’t.

You and Shuri make eye contact, but you look away instantly, hoping she didn’t notice the pathetic brokenness in your eyes. She probably wouldn’t care anyway. You rush to the alcohol table and thankfully find Riri, your best friend was there as well, responsibly sipping her from her red cup. She noticed the look on your face and understood immediately.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Are you ok?”

This has a single tear instantly escaping your tear duct. You quickly wipe it away as you chug down some alcohol. You’re so embarrassed and ashamed of yourself. It was never supposed to be like this.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there. We both know you’re bit of a lightweight,” Riri teases. “What’s going on y/n? Tell me.”

“Ugh, I hate her!” you respond in pure frustration. Riri raises an eyebrow, allowing her face to pave way for what she was about to say, and you knew the exact words that were about to fall out of her mouth.

“I told you you couldn’t do it.”

You roll your eyes as you take another sip of your drink.

“You’re just not a one-night stand type of girl y/n, and that’s ok. You love, and you love hard. Not your fault Shuri can’t see she has the most beautiful girl in her grasp.”

You put your drink down and subtly looked over your shoulder to see if she was still there with that girl. Your stomach drops at the sight of them still together. Shuri’s arm is no longer on her shoulder but they are talking. Shuri towering over the small, petite girl in front of her before she notices your eyes studying her. You make no effort to look away this time, just angrily chugging the rest of your drink down as you maintain eye contact and make your way to the dance floor once more. You look around for someone to dance with you, spotting another girl that somewhat resembles Shuri with short, boyish curls and a tall, lean build. Attractive but not as attractive as Shuri.

“Wanna dance?” you ask the stranger.

“Uh, yeah sure. Why not?”

You grab the stranger by the wrist as you drag her to the dance floor. You let the music take over your body once more, now mixed in with the alcohol that is currently flowing through your veins. You don’t care. You’re angry and you want to piss Shuri off. Maybe that will get her attention. You dance with the stranger so sensually but she handles you well. You knew you weren’t being fair, you never wanted or asked for anything serious. Or so you both thought. You look at Riri from across the room, and she chuckles. Riri knows exactly what you’re doing but she’s all for it. You grind on the girl behind you, as she takes your hips and pushes you further into her crotch area. You notice Shuri watching you, her eyes dim with desire. Her eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance, as she makes her way towards you. Your gut grows hot, but you don’t stop what you’re doing.

“I can take it from here,” Shuri says to the stranger.

“I never said I was done with her.”

“I don’t give a fuck, move,” Shuri replied, her voice low and demanding, as she slightly pushed her off of you. The stranger rolled her eyes, and walked away. Shuri takes your wrists and puts your arms around her shoulders, your faces inches apart besides the fact that she’s slightly taller than you.

“You look good,” Shuri compliments, her eyes roaming the room and barely even looking at you. You roll your eyes in annoyance, scoffing as you try to let go of her grasp but she pulls you in tighter. She lowers her mouth right by your ear as she begins to whisper. “Where do you think you’re going, hm? Keep acting like a brat and I’ll show everyone what you really look like when no one’s watching.”

Her threat makes your body tight, as you grow dewy between your thighs. “You’re not the boss of me,” you reply with a challenge. Shuri’s eyes snap at you, a slight grin forming on her lips. She knows what you want. Your face softens at her demeaning gaze, making her chuckle. She loves the power she has on you and so did you. You grab her hand and slowly lead her up the stairs, making sure you make heavy contact with the girl she came in with as you make your way up.

“Don’t be mean,” Shuri says as she notices the death glare you give the other girl.

“Too fucking bad.”

Shuri snickers in response.

You guys finally find a secluded bedroom away from the thriving crowd downstairs. Shuri lifts you up as you wrap your legs around her, bringing you into the bedroom. You can’t help but smile, wondering if she can feel your sweet spot dampen against her. She places you on the edge of the bed, spreading your thighs open as she kneels down on one knee in front of you.

“You were being a brat downstairs, why?”

Her question catches you off guard, forcing you to swallow hard.

“I don’t like her,” you respond.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific with me nkosazana. I don’t have time for games today.”

“Stop acting like you don’t know who I’m talking about!” you snap back. “That girl you brought here to the party with you! Why would you do that?? You’re annoying for that,” you pout.

Shuri rolls her eyes as she lets out a breathless laugh.

“I don’t see what’s so funny.”

“You’re adorable when you’re angry.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re annoying.”

“Mhm, yeah, you said that already, nkosazana.”

You let Shuri laugh for a bit, as she collects herself. You find no amusement in this.

“You done?”

“No. I don’t even see why you’re so angry about it anyway. You made it perfectly clear we’re not together. You said, and I quote, ‘this is just a one-night stand, don’t think about trying to fall in love with me and shit’”.

Shuri was right. That is what you said, but still. You couldn’t help that you let your damn emotions get in the way.

“Whatever. You were just using me for a good time anyway,” you scold. Shuri’s eyes grow dark. Her lips completely shut as she brings her face closer, her lips just brushing yours.

“You think that’s what I want you for?” Her voice is low and raspy. Her eyes are so full of desire adding more wetness to your already soaking pussy. She grabs you by the throat, putting slight pressure. “I could say the same about you, the way you opened your legs so easily for me like the bratty slut you are.” She lets you go of her firm grasp.

“Take that off,” she demands, pointing to your revealing dress. “Not that it makes a difference, you’re practically naked in that fucking dress anyway.”

You roll your eyes as your dress drops to your ankles, revealing the lavender lace underneath. Shuri’s breath hitches, bluntly observing you and your body, even though she’s seen it a fair amount of times already. Her eyes trail to the dark spot between your legs.

“Fuck baby, you’re already soaking.”

“Shuri please,” you whine. Your cunt is aching, and you can’t take it anymore.

“Don’t give me that. You made me watch you dance with another girl, who kinda looked like me, never mind.”

“You did it first.”

“Yeah yeah, now get on the bed, and spread open for me.”

You comply with ease. You rest your ass on the plush bed beneath you, as you spread yourself open to Shuri, revealing the damp spot on your lavender lace. Shuri grabs a chair and sits, manspreading as she gets comfy. She looks so good in her unbuttoned baseball-like jersey top, with her black Nike bra underneath, revealing her toned abdomen. Her matching boxers are peaking above her black, baggy cargo pants and you know exactly what else is hiding underneath. You study the way her boyish curls compliment her perfectly chiseled face, her jawline carved to perfection. Her gold adornments gleaming against her dark skin, it was all too much. No one should look THAT good.

“Touch yourself,” she commands, interrupting your moment of lustful admiration.

“But I want you to do it,” you sulk.

“We’ll get there y/n, but first I want a show. You owe me one after the shit you pulled today.”

You give in, pushing the lavender lace to the side, revealing your dark brown, glistening center. Shuri adjusts herself, her eyes fixated on your pussy. You take two fingers, lubing them with your wetness as you slide them into your plush walls. You slowly pump in and out, as your head dips back in pleasure.

“Uh uh, eyes on me. I want you to picture me with every thrust you give yourself, sthandwa sam.”

You obey, lifting your head back up to face her. You get lost in her almond eyes, as you thrust faster into yourself, determined to please the woman in front of you. Shuri’s eyes trail between yours and your dark center. The room is silent except for your soft, breathless moans and the squelching of your wet, throbbing cunt. Shuri loves the sound your body makes, she’s told you so many times before. You pull out for a second to play with your delicate clit, making yourself moan Shuri’s name. A viscous smile forms on Shuri’s lips as she watches the way you play with yourself and as her name shamelessly pools out of your mouth. She loves the effect she has on you and your body without even having to lay a finger on you.

“That’s right y/n, say my name. You're so pretty like this.”

Your gut begins to tighten as the familiar feeling rises in your core and down between your inner thighs. You picture the tip of Shuri’s strap circling your clit, as your eyebrows furrowed together and your mouth drops open. You were fatally close before you were rudely disrupted by the woman you were hoping to please.

“That’s enough.”

You shoot her a glare as you remove your fingers in confusion. The phantom of your impending climax lingering in both your gut and pussy came to a halt, making you annoyed.

“What? No, that’s not fair, I was so close Shuri,” you whimpered, almost crying.

“You whine too much baby. Come here.” She motions you to come sit on her lap, and you do. You spread your thighs over hers, your cunt lingering over her lap, as you face her, still annoyed. “What's the long face for? You did this. Not me.”

You stare at her, and even though you want to pick a fight, you know she’s right. You made it sufficiently clear to her that you didn’t want anything serious. Shuri was allowed to see other women, but you didn’t like that.

“Shuri…please.”

“What is it now, nkosazana? Talk to me. Tell me what you want. I can’t give you what you want if you don’t talk to me.”

You’re debating whether to take it the sexual way or if you should be real with her and as much as you hated to admit it, you wanted her. Every bit of her. You wanted to wake up next to her, and bring her flowers. You wanted to watch stupid movies with her and go to the arcade with her. You wanted her touch, but you wanted more than that. You realize this is the first time you’re admitting this to yourself. You sigh, breathing in deeply. You rest your head into the nape of her neck, admiring the tattoo there. She smelled so good.

“I just want you,” you muffle into her.

Shuri takes her hand and strokes your curls, being careful because she understands curl maintenance.

“See, was that so hard?”

You bring your face back up to hers, placing your lips on her lips. This was your first kiss. Not that you haven’t kissed her before, of course you have. But your first real kiss with her and it makes your cheeks flush.

“I almost want to say ‘I love you’ but it’s too soon for that,” you say, half-jokingly. Shuri’s eyes go from sweet to desirable in a split second, bringing her hand up to cup your drenched cunt.

“How’s she feeling?” Shuri asks, talking about your sweet spot that still needs to release itself. You gulp.

“She wants you.”

“Mhm. You can tell me you love me in other ways if you’re not ready to say it out loud just yet.”

You kiss her once more, this time more wantonly. She slips her tongue in, as you remove yourself from her lap. She pushes you onto the bed, hovering over you as her gold chain dangles in your face. She removes her baseball button-up, revealing her toned arms that you will never get tired of. She grabs your throat.

“You gonna be a good girl for once?”

You nod, desperate for Shuri to make her mark inside you. Shuri removes her cargos, fully revealing her Nike boxers and the strap she was already wearing. You weren’t surprised though. Shuri liked to wear it, she told you before when she caught you by surprise the first time. Shuri continues to undress you, sliding your lace panties off. She admires the lavender bra against your brown skin.

“I almost want to keep this on. It’s so pretty on you,” she coos.

“Do what you want, I just need you,” you say as your breathing picks up.

“Still needy I see.”

Shuri digs her face into your neck, placing kisses on your sensitive spot, earning a small moan from you. She smiles against your skin, proud of how well she knows you. She makes her way down, pressing her lips against your cleavage and your core. She makes her way to your inner thighs, as you thrust your cunt forward, making it incredibly clear where you want her.

“I’m getting there baby, be patient.”

She lifts your legs over her shoulders, making you more spread open to her. She soaks in the beautiful sight of your dewy hunger for her, diving into her prize. You’re already losing it, getting lost in the way her tongue understands you so well. You wrap your legs around her, locking her in and applying more pressure. Shuri grips your thighs as she eats away, winning filthy moans from your lips.

“Shuri baby, I’m so close. Pl—please don’t stop.” You wail her name unapologetically, as your orgasm approaches you. Shuri sucks on your puffy clit, sending you over the edge. The room goes white, and your stomach churns heat as your orgasm subdues your entire body. You release yourself into Shuri’s mouth, as you let her go of your tight grasp. She lifts herself off of you, your pleasure running down the corner of her mouth.

“You’re delicious, baby. You did so well.”

You lie there trying to collect yourself. Shuri notices this, and comes back down to kiss you, the taste of your satisfaction on her lips brings you back.

“I’m not done with you.”

“I know.”

“Let me know when you’re ready, nkosazana.”

You let out a few breaths, preparing yourself to be penetrated. And you know Shuri. She’s not gentle with it. But you love when she has her way with you.

“Ok ok I’m ready,” you say between heaving pants. Shuri lets out a crooked smile, as she grabs her girthy strap, taking the tip and circling your clit. You moan so easily, it’s almost embarrassing.

“Look at you, you’re just too easy, baby,” she teases.

“Just…please. Please Shuri, stop teasing. Just fuck me already,” you demand.

“Still such a brat.” She takes her strap, and puts it in you. Your walls welcome her in, expanding to accommodate her size. You always struggled a bit in the beginning, but you never wanted her to stop. You took the slight pain as it was easily replaced with pleasure with each thrust knocked into you. Your eyebrows soften, as you take her in. Your moans getting louder with each drive into your cushioned walls.

“You look so pretty when you struggle.”

You keep eye contact with her as she guides you through it. She knows how much you need her, and she’s going to give you exactly what you’re desperate for.

“You take me so well, y/n. So tight for me.”

Each thrust gets easier, as it usually does. You beg her to keep going, to keep pummeling into you.

“Please don’t stop Shuri. Please. I wanna cum.”

“Tell me you want to cum on my dick.”

You moan Shuri’s name a couple more times, trying to gather your thoughts together.

“Please baby, I wanna cum on your cock. I’m so wet for you.”

This sends Shuri over the edge. She loves the way you whimper for her. The way you take it for her. She digs her head into your neck once more, picking up the pace. She’s no longer being gentle with you, and your pussy is so open to her. You’re close. Shuri lifts her face off the nape of your neck, wanting to look you in the eye as you release yourself. You try to remain eye contact with her but it’s nearly impossible. Your eyes roll back and your head bucks backwards at her thrusts. Your whole body explodes and the room turns to colors as you cum for the second time. Shuri grabs your chin, and forces your eyes on her.

“Look at me as you cum baby, I know it’s hard. But do it.”

She fucks you through your orgasm and even through the after shock. You’re so overstimulated but you don’t want anything less. Finally, your body comes back to earth.

“I wanna try one more thing, if you let me,” Shuri says.

You look at her with those eyes. Those “fuck me” eyes, you always give her. It sends her over the edge. Shuri lies on her back as she strokes her strap slowly, rubbing your juices all over it.

“I want you to ride me. Think you can do that for me baby?”

Your eyes bulge, contemplating whether you can take her or not. It doesn’t take long before you make up your mind. You wanna feel her. You want her to ram into you so deeply, the words “I love you” fall out of your mouth. You don’t care.

You nod, as you sit on top of her toned core. You kiss her, right before you begin to slide it in.

“Wait,” she interrupts. “Turn around. I wanna see the way you stretch as you ride me.”

You obey immediately, turning your back against hers as you slide it in. Shuri has the perfect view of your plump ass and your curls falling down your back.

“Bounce.”

You do, and it feels heavenly. It goes so deep into you, immediately hitting your sweet spot. You bounce, as Shuri watches the way your pussy swallows her whole with each leap. That vision is enough to send Shuri into madness. She helps you get to your climax, thrusting slightly, making sure you do most of the work this time. You cry her name out, absolutely frantic.

“Come on baby, you have to work for it.”

You whine as your legs begin to cramp, your core muscles tightening. It was a workout. But you weren’t going to stop. You bounce like a pro, hoping Shuri notices. You lean forward a bit, giving Shuri a clearer view of the way your cunt opens and closes with each thrust.

“Oh yes y/n. Just like that. Just like the beautiful slut you are.”

You moan to her insult, bouncing harder as you reach your third of the night. Your head leans backwards as Shuri’s name falls off your tongue. You stop bouncing and just ride her out, moving your hips back and forth as Shuri remains inside you. You come back down from your high, releasing yourself from Shuri’s grip as you spill all over her.

“You did amazing y/n, we have to do that more often,” Shuri says through her heaving chest. Her sweat is glazed over her dark skin.

You put your panties back on, along with Shuri’s baseball top. Shuri puts her pants back on, as you crawl back in the bed with her. This part wasn’t new. You would usually end your “one-night stand” sessions in her arms, your head pressed into her chest as she holds you and engages in small talk. You two practically broke the rules of what was meant to be a one-time type of deal. But this time felt different. There was more love to it.

“Shuri?”

“Yes y/n?”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Shuri adjusts herself, her face inches from yours. “What do you mean, sthandwa sam?”

“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you. I was supposed to have a good time with you, and then move on but then…” your voice breaks off, almost too prideful to finish what you were going to say.

“But then what?”

You let out a heavy sigh. “But then you got me so confused with fucking and making love. The way you did it was so rough and hard, but still lovingly at the same time? How is that possible? And then you would take care of me after, and call me all those cute names, plus you're so hot and beautiful at the same time? You’re just too much.”

“Oh, I’m too much??” Shuri teases. You roll your eyes for what seems like the hundredth time today. She loved to pick at you, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. You loved her, and it was time to swallow your pride for once. Shuri looks intensely into your eyes, trying to read you.

“What's on your mind y/n? Talk to me. I love hearing you talk.”

“I don’t know. I think I love you.”

A soft smile appears on Shuri’s face. She knows that it took alot for you to admit. She’s proud of you. She cups your face in her hands, bringing her lips to your forehead.

“I know you do, baby,” she says softly. “I love you too.”

This is it. You cup your head into her chest, inhaling her scent that still lingered there. She pulls you in further, placing kisses on your curls. Funny how magic happens when you swallow your pride. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

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[anxieteeeaa]

UNHOLY

WARNINGS: breeding, stripper, cheating, creampie, slut-shaming, name calling

“Mommy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop. doing something unholy”

(body shop- slang. a sex worker, the sex worker can be defined as “a body shop”. This also has a double entendre, because there is a real club that is also called “The Body Shop”)

“ Alright folks. We have a special girl coming out tonight. She’s one of my favorites, someone you all know and love. Here’s the only and only Ginger Snap with a special performance. Make some noise!’ The Emcee cheered before leaving the stage. The lights dimmed and the music started to play. For the first few seconds nothing happened, people were starting to get impatient, especially Harry. He was about to get up.

And there she was.

“Mummy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop. Doing something unholy.”

Her body glided down the pole with ease. The crowd went wild as her body arched as if she was in a world of ecstasy.

Her ginger hair was smoothed into two pigtails. Her bodice hugged her figure perfectly as she swayed her body to the beat. Her moves fluctuant and with ease. She slowly removed herself from the pole and got on her hands and knees, moving to the bass with rhythm while she crawled towards her customers.

And that’s when she saw him.

With a smirk on her lips she slowly made her way over to one of her regulars, but her eyes stayed on harry.

A lucky, lucky girl. She got married to a boy like you. She'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew

He licked his lips as he examined her body, his blood boiling as someone else touched what belonged to him. She swayed her hips and slowly grinded on him, pressing her breasts in his face causing the customer to groan and grab her hips feverishly. Harry knew what she was doing. And she did it with purpose. She knew how possessive he was, especially when it came to claiming what’s his.

She whispered something in the man’s ear before turning over and bending down so he could get a good look at her ass and figure.

The crowd was going wild. Ginger returned to the stage where she swung around the pole and slowly dropped down to the floor doing an open split.

He's sat back while she's droppin' it. She be poppin' it. Yeah, she put it down slowly.

Bills flew everywhere as she arched her back twirled her hips as she went in circles. One guy reached his hand out on stage with a twenty dollar bill. Ginger gladly took the money and sucked on his finger before letting go with a pop.

Harry was fuming.

Once the song was over Ginger collected her bills, stuffing a few in her breasts for show before blowing the customers a few kisses and leaving the stage.

“Let’s give it up for Ginger Snap everyone! With a body like that she’ll make me do something unholy.” The emcee joked causing the customers to agree and chuckle.

Harry wasn’t amused and refused to hear anymore of this nonsense, so he paid his bill and left lobby.

You know everyone is talkin' on the scene. I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that you've been. And how you don't know how to keep your business clean.

He headed straight to the back, a star was on her door with “Ginger Snap” printed in red. The security guard gave him a nod before letting him enter. He already knew who Harry was. They all did.

“What was that?” He questioned as he slammed the door shut. She wasn’t startled at the slightest. In fact, she was amused. “What’re you talking about?” She looked up at him with curious eyes as she fixed her makeup. “It’s my job. And it’s not like you’re single or anything.” She reapplied her lip liner before pushing her hair up a bit. Once she was satisfied with her look she stood up to face him. “And besides that. People are already talking about you coming around here.” she twisted her fingers nervously. “And you’re married. You shouldn’t be hanging around here.”

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot. At the body shop. Doin' somethin' unholy

“What my wife doesn’t know.” He drew their bodies closer together? their lips barely touching. “Won’t” he pressed a soft kiss to her neck.

“Hurt.”

Another

“Her.”

Another.

He lifted her chin and smashed their lips together, tongues colliding as they removed each others clothing.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me doll.” Harry chuckled against her lips as he removed her bralette. “New you’d stay my little fuck doll. My little toy to do whatever I please with.” A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt his warm tongue wrap around her nipple, her buds hardening against his mouth as he suckled like a child hungry for their mother’s milk.

“No hickeys” She pleaded out as she felt a sharp bite. He looked at her with dark pupils.”Don’t tell me what to fucking do. You’re my property.” He growled before going back to his work. “This ass.” his gripped it firmly, “Mine”. “This neck” he placed a strong hold on it and squeezed, knocking the air out of it. “Mine”.

“And this cunt” he curled two fingers into her hot center causing her knees to buckle. “You already know I own this pretty little cunt. It’s all fucking mine.” She nodded submissively, eyes rolling in the back of her head as she whimpered and pleaded for his fingers to move faster.

“Why should I do that hm?” He whispered. “You’re just a filthy little whore shaking your ass on every men in sight. Showing them my doll.” They’re not the ones fucking you until you pass out. They’re not the ones filling all those holes with cum that drips out of your pussy. Are they?” He spits.

She mumbled incoherently as she tried to focus on his words, her core dripping as she struggled to breathe. “N-no, N-no”

“N-no? N- Is that all you can fucking say? Speak up when i’m talking to you doll. You’re my property. Nobody else’s And I want everyone else to know that.” He let go of her throat harshly before he removed his fingers. “Now.” He licked her sweetness with slow licks before sitting himself in her chair and unbuckling his belt.

“Give me my own private show doll.” He patted his lap and she immediately walked over. “That’s a good girl.” He praised. She bent over and had her backside towards him. Touching her toes, she slowly caressed her body.

“Pinch your nipples” she did as he said, a small moan escaping her lips.

“Come sit on my lap doll. Slowly.” She simply followed orders and slowly placed her self into his lap, a small groan escaped their lips and her hot core sat on his throbbing cock.

You can watch me back it up, I'll be gone in the A.M. (Yeah)

“That’s it.” He teased the tip of his cock on her entrance. “Say please.” He demanded.

“Please.” She pouted. “Please what?” He tapped his cock on her pussy a few times before inserting the tip in her before sliding it right back out.

“Please fuck me sir. I’ll be a good doll. I only belong to you. Please just have your way-“ She was cut off by him plunging his dick into her, a wet moan released from the both of them. “Fuck you’re so tight” He gasped as he steadied himself.

“Only for you sir.” she sobbed. “Fuck it.” He pushed her down on the ground so she was on her hands and knees. “You wanna act like a greedy little bitch i’m gonna treat you like one.”

“You. Are. Mine!” He thrusted each word into her, making sure she would remember who she belonged to.

“I don’t care about my wife. You belong to me. You’re mine. And I’ll make sure everybody knows that.”

Tears were streaming down her cheeks as the pit in her stomach grew bigger and bigger. “God yes! Fuck me harder.” She pleaded as she thrusted backwards to meet his thrusts.

“That’s right, fuck yourself on my cock. You know how much you need me.” He breathed as he laid a few smacks on her ass.

“Come on.” He rubbed her clit vigorously, “Cum for me. Show me how good my cock makes you feel.”

“Show everyone that only I can make you feel this good.”

And that’s all she needed. Her body quaked as her orgasm took over her body. “That’s it, show me how good my cock makes you feel.” He groaned.

Her body was trembling, tears streaming down her face as she crashed onto the floor.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He chuckled as he continued his thrusts. “Not until I mark you.”

“Awe you’re sensitive?” He fake pouted. “Too fucking bad, should’ve thought about that before acting like such a slut.” He breathed.

“Oh fuck me.” He threw his head back and howled as he came deep inside her, his thrusts not slowing down to make sure he fucked her nice and deep.

He let out a breathy sigh before pulling out of her, watching as she stayed crumbled on the ground.

“Next time.” He breathed out. “Think about the consequences before you decide to try and fuck around with somebody else knowing you’re mine.”

And he left her on the floor, fucked out and sinful, waiting for his next return.

and she couldn’t wait.

Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at

Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop.

Doin' somethin' unholy

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ THISn Feel free to like, comment and share! Requests are always open!!

#harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles au #harry styles x reader #smut #cheater!harry #sub!y/n #soft/mean dom!harry #dom harry styles #dom!harry #dom!h

[nivisdreaming]

Kinktober Day 1: Size - Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

WC: 1.1k

CW: Size play, predator/prey dynamics, established relationship, piv penetration, no protection, creampie, teasing, praise, sub!reader, dom!miguel, subspace implied, reader gets fucked so good she passes out, aftercare is included

Notes: first time writing for miguel? pog? also welcome to kinktober everyone its gonna get freaky >:)

Miguel is constantly pinning you to things. He’s not even doing it on purpose necessarily, he’s just so big.

It’s not his fault that he’ll reach for something over your head, or try to scooch behind you in the kitchen or hallway, and all of a sudden you’re pushed against the nearest surface being towered over by a 6’9 spider hybrid.

What is his fault is how he abuses it once he realizes how flustered it makes it. He’s always been very perceptive when it came to you. He knows how your cheeks flush red with embarrassment, how your breath hitches, and your thighs squeeze together in need, right as you look upward to view him caging you in. It always gives a sickening ego boost. You’re just so small compared to him. Breakable. Fragile. Delicate. Delicious.

He starts subtlety. Sneaking behind you when you’re making morning coffee, hovering behind when you work at your desk, and of course, getting you down on your knees for him whenever possible. It doesn’t take long to escalate however, coming to a head one night before he is set to attend a Spider Society gala with you as his plus one.

You slide the dress up your body carefully, allowing the snug material to cling tight around your breasts in its strapless style. You straighten it out and peered over your shoulder to call, “Miggy? Can you come zip me up please?”

You adjust your hair and makeup in the mirror as you listen to his lumbering footsteps, smiling when he appears behind you, his eyes tracing over your curves in the reflection. He takes a step closer, and the way his shoulders dwarf yours causes your breath to hitch. He slides a hand up your side and another comes to rest on the back of your neck. You open your mouth to make the request again, but the air is knocked out of you as he pushes forwards, pinning you firmly to the floor-length mirror without looking away from his scanning of your body.

“Sweet, tiny little thing. You’re so easy to push around, aren’t you, mi princesa?” He pushes his hips forward to rut against your ass, and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head from the combo of his growling tone and his hot erection against you. He leans down to nip at your earlobe before muttering, “I know you love how much bigger than you I am. Does it make you feel all funny? To know how I could wreck you, how I could turn you into my cowering prey, stuck underneath me? It makes your brain all fuzzy. And it makes your cunt dripping wet.” He uses the hand on your side to tug up the dress, exposing your bare ass. He scoffs at the lewdity and gives one of the round globes a spank, forcing a whimper from you.

You watch him in the mirror as he blocks you in on all sides while running a finger down to your folds, teasingly sliding it against your entrance before bringing it to his month to suck off the slick. He hums in approval and moves his arms to sit on either side of your head, leaving you boxed in but free to move against him.

“Spin around. I wanna look you in the eyes while I stretch your tight pussy to it’s breaking point, and if I see you look away I will make sure neither of us sees this event tonight.”

You gulp and slowly twirl around, having to crane your neck to meet his eyes even as he leers down at you. He places a hand over yours and coaxes it to the front of his crotch, using you to squeeze at his bulge before instructing you to undo the zipper and pull him out. You obey without hesitation, allowing him to tug down the top of your dress and reveal your tits as you do. His cock springs eagerly from its confines, precum already leaking from the tip that has flushed a deep purple.

Instinctively you try to drop down to your knees, your clouded headspace demanding that you needed to gag around him as soon as possible, but he manhandles you back up and off the ground with your wrists above your head and legs wrapped around his slutty waist. The rough force has you moaning softly, eyes already glazed over despite the lack of direct stimulation. It makes him chuckle darkly.

He lines his tip up with your entrance and gives no warning before sliding in with a single thrust. The slick dripping down your thighs is plenty of lube as he begins an earth-shattering pace, hips slamming into yours and tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. He leans down and vigorously sucks and bites around your breasts, littering them with hickeys while you cry on his cock, sobbing hysterically from pleasure.

He pulls away from his marking to take in your appearance, at the fat globs of tears gathering on your cheeks make his hips stutter and his abs tense. “God, princesa, feels so good to corrupt you like this,” he switches his grip from your hip to your tummy so he can thumb at your clit, “So ruined for me. Molded this tiny cunt to my dick, so it’s perfect just for me.” You whimper at the praise, jaw dropping open and tongue lolling out as he slides against the spongey spot inside you and rubs fast circles around your bundle of nerves.

“That’s it, my good little girl. So delicate, just gotta take care of you by breaking that poor little brain every once and awhile. Go ahead sweet thing, cum on me, show me how good little prey thank the predators.” His words send you spinning into the abyss, everything in your body pulling taunt and then snapping back as your vision goes from white to black and suddenly you’re so light and floaty that you can’t feel the way you soak Miguel’s cock, nor the way he cums deep inside you as your walls milk him dry. You don’t feel him carry you to the bed, or feel him drag the damp cloth between your legs. You don’t feel how he kisses both your cheeks in hopes of getting your eyes to flutter open, to no avail.

What you do feel is when he pulls your trembling body against his broad chest, rubbing up and down on your arms softly and whispering to you. “Mi amor, you gotta come back to me now. Open up those eyes for me. You did so good for me baby, surprised you made it as long as you did without passing out on my dick. C’mon, wakey wakey corazón.” His words are encouragement enough to float back downwards, settling into his touch until you have enough strength to pull your eyelids open and peer up at him with large doe-eyes. “Aw, welcome back little girl. Te amo.”

#kinktober 2023 #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #miguel smut #miguel o’hara smut #dom!miguel o'hara #sub!reader

[angelsrcute]

IF I'M SO SPECIAL, THEN WHY AM I A SECRET? 𝜗𝜚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Teacher!Toji + Bimbo!Student!F!Reader ➜ cws: Degradation, unprotected sex, reader has huge tits, vibrator use, Dacryphilia, blowjob, breath play, breeding kink, baby trapping(?), age gap, slight spanking. ᡴꪫ‎

‎ ꒰ † ੭‎ For the event!

Teacher!Toji whose favourite student is you, a pretty little thing. Your grades are average though.

A vibrator in your cunt as you try to stifle moans, the hand in his pocket plays with the switch. Toji who later has you against a wall in the bathroom, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you. Drool falling from your lips as you get more wet on the thought of being found like this.

Teacher!Toji who says he'll ‘help’ you with your grades but just proceeds to just fuck you stupid on his desk.

His thick cock hitting your womb, his grip bruising as your eyes welled up with pathetic tears, skirt hiked up to your waist. Your ass red cause of the harsh spankings. He plays with your huge tits, “Shit, you're such a stupid slut, made to take my cock.”

Teacher!Toji who makes you suck him off after classes. Calling you a pretty slut, tits peeking out from your bra. He swears he can cum just from the sight.

Eyes glossy as you try not to gag on his cock, a harsh grip on your scalp as he makes you take him fully. Pretty lips wrapped around his cock. God he could just fuck a baby into you.

Teacher!Toji who has his hands around your neck as he pounds in you, his length stretching you out, he says it's his way to congratulate you for getting good marks. Definitely didn't grade you better just so he could fuck you.

Teacher!Toji who edges you if you get in detention or do bad in exams, spanking you with his belt, he can tell you enjoy it by the way your cunt drips. Such a sweet thing.

Teacher!Toji who's fucking excited once he has you knocked up, his cute little bimbo with a child, now you can't ever leave him. Tits full of milk and your cute belly all round just makes him wanna keep you to himself forever!

#dom character #sub reader #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jujitsu kaisen smut #jujitsu kaisen x reader #toji smut #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushigro x reader #𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐄'𝐒 :: 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

[buckyalpine]

I want more mob bucky teaching a shy bambi to touch him cause she’s scared and hesitant and his sweet little princess has never touched a man before, not until she met him. (Disclaimer: all consenting adults here, reader is naïve and inexperienced but absolutely wants him just as bad)

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“Are you sure?”

“Of course Bambi” Bucky purred, keeping you in his lap while sitting in his office chair. “You’re not doing anything wrong”

“But-

Your eyes flicked to his thick erection, the bulge in his pants making your stomach flip. You’d never admit out loud how many times you’d secretly glanced over, heat pooling between your legs whenever you’d catch a glimpse of his length pressing painfully hard against his pants.

You instinctively pressed your thighs together, biting back a whimper, struggling to ignore the pulse you felt between your now very soaked folds. Your parents told you over and over again that was a no no area. No one was ever to touch you there ad you definitely were not to touch someone’s private’s.

“I was told I’m not allowed” you shyly whispered, blinking innocently.

“Not allowed to what” Bucky smirked, knowing what you were talking about but he loved to make you squirm, “what are you now allowed to do baby”

“Touch-touch you there” you stuttered out, avoiding his darkened gaze.

“Awww princess, but daddy gave you permission, remember?” His nose nudges against your cheek, “I told you you’re allowed to touch me right here baby”

He guides your hand down to his clothed cock, letting you feel how hard he is for you. He presses your shaky palm against his length, holding it there while your fingers twitch with uncertainty. What if you did something that hurt him accidentally? Bucky could see the wheels in your head turning, tilting your face to kiss your lips.

“You won’t hurt me Bambi” he cooed, working at his belt buckle, letting it hit the floor before pulling his cock out. He was so thick and leaky, his silky pink tip wet with his arousal.

“But daddyy” you whined, worried you’d do something wrong, too nervous to touch him there. “That’s- we’re not allowed to touch that place, it’s your p-

“I’ll teach you, Y’know it feels good when you touch me there, C’mon, daddy’s cock is so hard baby, stroke it better, it’ll make me feel good” He’d told you countless times he’d love when you play with his cock and no one else but you is allowed to anyway. Only his Bambi can see and touch him there. You let him wrap your hand around this throbbing length as he guides your hand up and down while keeping you on his meaty thighs, the warm skin of his cock pulsing with each stroke.

“Fuck bambi” Bucky moaned, his head hitting the head of the chair, thrusting his hips up while he helped you jerk his cock, loving the way your eyes were fixated on his length, experimentally gripping him harder, "That’s it babygirl, stroke it nice and hard”

You whimpered at his words, the combination of his heavy breaths and raspy moans making that spot between your legs throb. Which didn’t go unnoticed by him the slightest. He let go of your hand letting you take over for a bit before moving you off his lap to stand between his legs.

“Daddy?- before you could finish, he hushed you, lifting you with ease to sit on his table in front of him. “Daddy, what are you-

“Shhh baby. Why are you all squirmy, hm? Are you all wet now Bambi?”

You whined in response, torn between wishing he’d do something and feeling conflicted over if this was okay. Bucky kissed up your thigh, sensing your hesitation.

“You’re not doing anything wrong baby, let me see princess” he moved you to lie down on his table while he spread your thighs apart, pulling up the dress of your skirt to reveal your cotton panties. “You’re such a good girl” he whispered, rubbing the soaked material up and down the middle of your clothed cunt.

“You made a mess in your panties baby” Bucky smirked, pushing them aside, the sight of your soaked folds too much for him to bother with restraint. He needed your pussy fully exposed to him, pulling them down your legs and shoving your thighs apart. "Look at that Bambi, my poor baby is soaking"

You pouted at him while he groaned at your sweet scent, leaning down to part your folds, pressing a soft kiss right onto your clit making you gasp. His warm lips were soft on your most sensitive parts, the sensation addicting as he kissed you there again. "Your little button is so precious baby, are you gonna let daddy play with you there?"

"P-please" you nodded, choking on your words when he sealed his lips around your bud, suckling with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the table.

He's actually such a menace though. Cause imagine he gets you to touch his cock whenever he wants. Doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. He'll push his hips forward letting you know how hard he is for you, pulling it out and helping you stroke him till he's cumming all over your hand. You're always so shy about it and he gets off on the way you try so hard to not stare even though your mouth is watering.

He plays with your clit like its his own personal toy. Whenever you're in his lap, he's sneaking his hand into your panties, rubbing lazy circles around your silky skin. Sometimes its not even fast enough to make you cum. He just loves the moans you make when he's touching you somewhere no one else is allowed to, rubbing your most intimate parts like he owns you.

Imagine the day he lets you to put your mouth on him. His precious Bambi scared to suck cock but he's there to help her, parting her little pouty lips to slip his swollen tip till it hits her throat.

Don't even get me started on the day you first have sex. How much he's gonna coddle you in bed, reassuring you theres nothing dirty about the fact that his dick is stretching your cunt apart, all while playing with your clit making you squeal. Theres nothing filthy about how much cum he's going to flood you with. Nothing debauched about the way his heavy balls hit her ass or about the way it all feels so good, he's gonna fill you up again.

"D-daddy, are you sure?"

"Very sure Bambi, you're still my good girl"

After all how can something that feels this good be wrong?

#bucky mob au #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #mob bucky barnes smut #bucky Barnes smut #bucky smut #mob bucky smut #mob Bucky x innocent reader #dom bucky x subby reader #mob bucky x sub reader #bucky x sub reader #bucky barnes x subby reader #bucky barnes x sub reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fan fic #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x f!reader #bucky barnes fan fiction

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖 ♡︎

characters: priest!sub!blade x demon lord!nb!dom!reader

warnings: breeding, creampie, eating out, fingering, squirting, monsterfucking, consensual non-con, dirty talk, feminization (like literally), lactating, nipple stimulation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, size kink, belly bulge, cervix kissing, blade is a demon hunting priest, reader is a demon lord so they can choose whether to have a cock or pussy so basically genderfluid reader???? also reader changes blade’s anatomy to have a pussy and womb — it’s so messy okay😭😭

word count: 4.4K

notes: you KNOW shit is getting real when nobu starts word count. never thought i would be writing a bit of a dark-ish content yet here we are. the power of the horny😔 also inspired by my chat with one of ririshizu’s bots

special thank you to @theblades and @yenaakwyl for proofreading a whole damn 14 pages of filth

being a priest is no laughing matter. especially when you’re the type of priest that hunts and gets rid of demons who somehow ended up with a demon lord clinging to you, who’s constantly at your side, asking you questions about the human realm.

what was up with you, anyways? a literal demon lord, one of the lords of a deadly sin and yet here you were, dragging him around the streets, pointing at random things, wanting to sample every street food there were. sure, your human form was incredibly deceiving. a short, sweet human, clinging to his arm, excitedly pointing at the many different things that caught your attention. it would be hard for anyone to think of you as a demon lord in disguise.

except for blade. he’s been in this field of work for such a long time. constantly vanquishing demons who either were too annoying or possessed a poor, curious soul. the sharp edge of his shard sword is no laughing matter.

but you didn’t seem to mind. this demon lord, acting like a curious puppy, pulling him to each sides of the streets — ignoring the loud angry shouts of the car drivers and the constantly thinning of his wallet of course. not that blade had much to worry when it came to financial freedom. putting his life on the line and vanquishing demons from the human realm pays a generous amount.

it felt wrong to allow you to cling to him. you, a demon lord, no matter what your disguises meant or whatever pathetic excuse you came up with of wanting to sample human food. he should have gotten rid of you sooner yet no matter how much his hands twitch to unsheathe his shard sword, he just can’t seem to do it. no matter what his threats may seem or be heard of, the priest just can’t bring himself to harm you. if anything, he finds himself doing the absolute opposite, to his blatant horror.

“wait, no, don’t do that. the water just boiled so it’s hot, it could burn your tongue”

“you do realize that ice isn’t meant to be eaten, right? no, i don’t care how much of a pretty shape it’s in or if it still has the aftertaste of the coffee”

“if you eat too much raw red pepper, you could have a heart stroke. 14 is enough on one sitting. give it here”

yes, you get the point. a priest vanquishing demon, living together with a demon lord and even protecting them. hypocritical, right?

one night, as you two were cuddling on the couch and absentmindedly watching cliche horror movies that has demons with red skin and horns and a tail, that reminded something to blade. demons have unique demon forms depending on their sins and ‘birth’. but you never once showed an ounce of your demon form. not even a single slip-up.

“hmm? why do you ask? curious?” you hum softly, taking another fistful of the popcorn in the bowl. not that blade minded. if anything, he unconsciously pushed the bowl of popcorn closer to you.

“i guess so. you never even spoke of your demon form whether it has a tail or not” the priest mumbles, his husky voice turning softer just for a moment. or maybe he was just sleepy, judging by his dark eye-bags and little yawns.

oh right, you never did. but then again, blade never asked of your demon form before so, it’s to be expected after all.

just as blade had shrugged off your silence and turned his attention back to the tv, he felt something slithering around his waist. swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, he briefly looks down at what was wrapping around his waist. there, snug around his hips was a long, pale white, scaled, snake-like tail. it seemed incredibly long, judging by how it easily wrapped around his hips few times and the rest was just dangling off of the side of the couch.

was this…?

he could feel his hand twitch. itching, something under his skin itching of wanting to reach down and run his hand over the smooth looking scales of the tail.

pat! pat pat!

before blade could even make sense of what the fuck he just did, his hand had unconsciously unraveled from it’s former crossed position. one hand going down, flattening his palm over the smooth, large tail before giving it a few pats. at the same time, he could hear another low pat pat! sounds coming from the side of the couch. must be your tail ends flicking and hitting against the couch, he deducted.

briefly, blade steals a glance at your face. still watching the movie on the TV, seemingly paying no mind to the feeling of his human hand resting over your tail. it was oddly warm to the touch. from the look of it resembling a snake like tail, he expected it to be cold.

slowly, he runs his hand over the scales. soft, smooth and easily gliding over them as if it was nothing. sure, some bumps are felt on the palm of his hand but other than the occasional little ridges, it was completely smooth. how… soothing.

blade doesn’t know how or when but over the course of time you spent at his apartment, these little moments of playing with your tail had become a normal occurrence. little moments of “affection” if you will. fridays had become the weekly movie nights. blade would put on some random horror movie that you chose to be the most interesting based on the summary of the movie. half an hour or so into the movie and blade would feel the familiar scales of your tail wrap around his hips.

the priest would sometimes toy with your tail in hopes of getting you to show your true color of being a demon lord. to make you angry. to make you snap and finally show your true colors. if anything, it had the complete opposite effect as your tail only tightened around him. low, deep rumbling sounds akin to a purr coming from the depths of your chest.

briefly, the priest would catch himself wondering how it would feel to lay his head on your chest as you purr. cats have de-stressing and soothing qualities to their purrs. would demons be the same? sometimes, he would even catch himself thinking of… sacrilegious things. like how your tail would feel wrapped around his legs, opening him up for you. how your form could shapeshift and could have a human male’s anatomy. would you purposefully make it big? would you force it past his twitching rim, uncaring of his whines and pleads to wait?

ah, but that sounded so unlike you. despite being a demon lord, you have been nothing but calm and peaceful with blade. soft hums, nods of agreement, always needing his help and inquiring him of his thoughts on something.

then, would you coax him? whispering soft reassurances in the shell of his ear as you softly push your cock inch by inch inside him. a large, clawed, inhuman hand running over his stomach, talking about all sorts of things, promising to breed him full of your seeds as he cries. opening his legs wide with your tail wrapped around his thighs, wiping away his tears as he cries so prettily?

“f-fuck…” unknowingly, blade found himself with a little problem. another movie night, another time spent together ‘cuddling’. yet due to his own thoughts, blade finds himself embarrassingly hard. shit, he needed to find a way to leave the room and take care of his problem. but your tail way starting to curl around him in loops, just like how a snake would wrap itself around it’s prey.

did you know? know of his raging hard on and was just teasing him now? no. taking a brief glance at your face caused blade to come to a conclusion that you didn’t know. yet. that was the biggest part. or maybe you did considering just how your tail was moving around his waist. slipping under the hem of his shirt, slipping up, curling around his body under his shirt. scale coming in contact with skin. blade almost let out a moan at the feeling if it weren’t for him biting down on his lips.

“[n-name], get your tail off. i need to use the bathroom” internally cursing himself out for stuttering, blade can only hope that you would oblige. gods, just the way you let out a soft “hmm?” while playing innocent, smiling at him and blinking like nothing happened while your tail curls around his skin.

fuck, he was done for. you knew. you fucking knew.

“are you sure? your body seems to react positively from the amount of human interaction that i’ve had until now, blade” the end of your tail circles around his peck. slowly trailing the end as if you were going to squeeze—

“n-ngaah?!” a surprised noise comes from the priest’s mouth before he clenches his jaws shut, brows furrowing together as he tries to ignore the feeling on his chest. soft and slow circles. the end of your tail was wrapped around his nipple, pulling and rolling it between as if it was nothing. shit, when did his chest get so sensitive?

“oh that was a cute sound. do it again” you hum, turning away from the TV and looking at him now. curse you for looking so damn interested and curious as your tail fondles his nubs. blade can feel his pants starting to form a wet patch as his breathing becomes more labored.

“t-take… your goddamn tail off. i swear, i’ll ghh—! chop it into pieces…!” despite his best efforts, his words had no bite. just weak mumblings of a pathetic excuse of a priest being turned on as a literal demon lord tugs at his nipple. he was even starting to quietly whine in place as he tries to swallow down his moans.

“say, blade. i read from somewhere that human chest can lactate when stimulated enough. can you lactate?” blade almost shrieked at your words. lactating? him? while it was true that human women can lactate if they gave birth, he was unsure about men being able to lactate.

“n-no! can’t! i’m a man, it’s impossible for my chest to produce mi—ungh!” his words die quickly in his throat when your tail clenched around his nipple tightly. pulling on it, familiar to a pinching motion. since when did his body get so sensitive like this? or was this all your doing? did you secretly put a spell on him to make him sensitive?

“stop..! [n-name] stop ooungh! please, stop! i’m telling you, i’m a man. i can’t lactate like a woman!” his pleads fall on deaf ears as you slip his shirt off over his head. instead this time, using your hands to knead and fondle his pecks. squeezing, rolling his sensitive nubs between your fingers, even tugging on them. it all got blade letting out uncharacteristic high pitched noises like a cat in heat.

“p-please… stop this, [name]..” blade trails off, red in the face, shame, embarrassment and arousal swirling in his stomach like a hot bubbling lava as he admits defeat and whines helplessly.

“then wriggle yourself out of my tail. it’s loose around you, bladie” you briefly retort as you suckle on his nipple. mouth latched to his chest, biting and planting wet kisses all around his soft pink areola. as weak as his whimpers and pathetic his begging were, he really wasn’t making a single attempt to pull back. you have given him enough chances even now as your tail stays loose around him. yet he still tries to act like he hates it.

switching between giving attention to his two nipples with blade not even thinking of pulling himself out of your tail, the movie plays in the background, long forgotten. you were determined to make this weird human of yours lactate. you can make him!

it didn’t took much longer until blade let out a yelp as a warm liquid drops in your mouth. the taste oddly sweet and a bit thick in texture. realizing that his chest was feeling much more heavier and nipples felt more wetter than before, the priest’s eyes widen in horror and arousal. did you really managed to stimulate him enough to make him lactate?

“oh? so, i was right! humans can lactate regardless of their gender” you let out a soft giggle, internally cheering as a bright smile comes across your face. the sheer amount of exuberance you showed in his lactation had caused blade to feebly attempt to cover his chest.

“don’t! don’t look… it’s embarrassing…” the man whines, shaking hands covering up his leaking nubs. but that proves to be futile as his hands covering his chest had caused him to twitch. everything felt so much and so little at the same time. his poor cock was neglected and weeping, staining his pants as you stimulate his nipples as he whines.

this wasn’t supposed to happen! he wasn’t supposed to be this sensitive to your touches.

but the leaking of his milk had seemed to cause something to stir in your chest. an odd sense of possessiveness and need to claim him growing in your heart, tugging at it. laying your palm flat against his stomach, you rub slow circles onto it. somehow, it had helped to lessen blade’s embarrassment.

“bladie, how would you feel if i were to make you my baby momma?” your voice cuts him out of the trance like state he was in. blinking his eyes a few times with a weak “huh?” as if he hadn’t heard you. with a quiet chuckle, you ask again. repeating the question to him slowly in case he was too pleasure driven.

baby momma? but that’s something that people refer to when women get pregnant right? were you referring to making him pregnant? but that was impossible! he was a man and men had different anatomy compared to women’s!

“i can use a few spells. you would have a female anatomy. but only if you wish to be my baby momma. i would take good care of you and the kids, we’d be together as a cute family. don’t you think we’d be a cute family, blade?” he could briefly hear you hum. but the rest of your words flew over his head since the female anatomy part.

a female anatomy. blade would have a pussy, a womb, cervix the perfect anatomy to get pregnant. he would be a cute baby momma. your baby momma. and he would carry your kids. a child who was half you and half him, a cute bundle of sunshine.

“please… please do. make me your baby momma. i wanna be your b-baby momma..!” blade nods frantically, not even bothering to think over the consequences too deeply. but the prospect of having your kids, of having you inside him got blade rubbing his thighs together, head spinning with all sorts of thoughts as his breathing becomes labored. you said you would take good care of him and the kids! he’ll be in good hands.

although a part of his brain was screaming at him, telling him to withdraw from the touch of your palm running over his stomach, changing his insides, blade could only sit there dumbly. a baby. a cute baby that you two made together. it would be so sweet, so cute. blade couldn’t wait any longer as he silences the logical part of his brain. all he wanted was you now. just you and nothing else.

the process didn’t take long. a few strokes of your hand and soothing whispers to his ear and it was done. or at least, from what you said. and oh fuck, was it true. when you tugged his pants and boxers off, what greeted both of your eyes was a slick pussy, dripping with arousal. seeing how you had successfully changed him, the priest lets out a weak whine, closing his legs to hide himself.

you didn’t seem to like that. clicking your teeth as your tail wraps around his leg, pulling his legs apart and allowing your hungry eyes to feast on his dripping cunt. blade couldn’t help his whine as the feeling of being so empty took place in his head. or was it inside his womb that he felt so empty?

“so sweet. you would look so cute with my cum dripping out of you” you mutter, running a finger up his wet pussy. the action got his hips twitching, trying to make you push your finger inside himself. tutting softly, reminding him to be patient, you slowly ease a finger in. oh gods, the stretch felt so good. so full and filled already despite it being just a single finger that was now slowly massaging his plush walls.

the soft whines and gasps coming out of blade turns into a moan as he throws his head back on the couch. long, navy hair spreading over the mattress as your fingers scissor him open. you would have expected him to be more… reclusive considering his usual act. perhaps you were wrong. the way that blade was throwing his head back, moaning without shame as his warm walls suck your fingers in greedily caused you to almost mistaken him for a virgin. or maybe he was just touch starved. poor thing.

cooing words of how he was doing good, how his gushy cunt was sucking in your fingers so prettily, you lean down to pepper kisses on his clit. long, forked tongue coming out momentarily to slip inside him with your fingers, constantly flicking his clit. the action caused to have made him oversensitive. strong, scarred thighs coming up to wrap around your head, a hand fisting at your locks as loud, pathetic whines of “c-can’t! feelss sho weird! [n-name], can’t—gyuuck! aanh aah♡︎!!” trails off into a high pitched whines as his hips jerk. legs clamping around your head in a vice grip, fisting at your locks tightly as his back arches off of the couch so prettily as he squirts in your mouth. ah right, in your own haze, you’ve forgotten and accidentally pushed your tongue in too far, hitting his g-spot.

well, that was fine. the cold priest sounded so cute and tasted delicious as he twitches under you. it would be fine to fuck him open with your tongue and prepare him thoroughly.

blade doesn’t know what to think anymore. was he even able to think? all he could do was to moan and shriek, trashing about on the bed as something deep and long slithers inside him. his cunt was being fucked open, wet sounds coming out as he gushes all over your mouth, tongue and chin. fluids dribbling down to your chin as you continue to force his legs open with your tail, arms wrapped around his waist and pulling him back into your mouth and fingers.

by the time you thought of him as prepped enough and pull your tongue and fingers out, blade could only weakly whine at the feeling of something pulling out of his warm insides. legs shaking, face flushed as dried tear stains cover his cheeks. his pretty red eyes looked so hazy, mind filled with cotton and statics. you haven’t even gotten to the main part yet!

blade feels something wrap around him. something bigger, warmer and gentle. clawed hands wrapping around his slender waist, pulling him against a massive frame. was this… was he on your real form right now?

tilting his head back to look at you, his hunch proves to be correct. no longer were you in your small human disguise. large, pale white figure with horns, tail and claw holding him in a safe cocoon in it’s embrace. despite having deep hatred against your kin, the priest couldn’t bring himself to hate you. instead, he oddly found your real form beautiful.

“huh…?” his thought gets cut off short when he feels something poke at his entrance. looking down, a sharp gasp escapes him. by the gods were you huge. girthy and long, thick with need and ready to fill him to the brim with your seeds. blade wasn’t sure if he could take such a large thing inside himself as he instinctively shut his legs close.

almost as if sensing his inner worries, you place a hand over his stomach, other hand spreading his legs wider to make it easier for you to slip in.

“don’t worry, pet. i’ll make sure it fits” your deeper, almost inhuman voice hums right beside his ear, sending shivers down his spine. although your words were soothing, the large tip of your cock pushing past his walls, opening his cunt wider was definitely not comforting. fuck, just the tip inside and blade was already thrashing about, shaking his head and stuttering out how he can’t fit it inside him.

“w-wait! w-won’t hhgh fit! ish too big! too bigtoobigtoobig—! m-my lo—oough! aanh! ish t-too fu-uck! big♡︎♡︎” the human squeals, cries, sobs and moans. loud lecherous noises coming from both his mouth and cunt. wet noises flooding the room alongside the low grunts and deep growls. you sounded inhumane, you felt inhumane but blade loved it all the more. the priest loved being spread open by your large cock, pushing past his hole, feeling his plushy walls and insides. ah, he could die happily filled to the brim like this.

finally, after long minutes of slowly easing yourself inside, you managed to fit your cock inside him. snug to the brim, tip kissing his cervix and making blade squeal. legs shaking and twitching, he came on your cock again at the feeling of your tip kissing his cervix. he saw that you were big but not this big! gods, he felt so damn full.

“so pretty, my mate. so full of me and i haven’t even fucked you properly yet” you grunt, deep, inhumane voice breathing by his ear and making him shake and twitch in your grasp like a sweet fawn. blade wouldn’t mind being a sacrificial lamb to you.

through tear stained eyes and blurry vision, he could make out the faint outline of your cock in his stomach. you were too big to the point your were causing a bulge inside him by just slipping your cock inside. how full would he feel after you have properly made him a baby momma? cunt weeping out a mixture of your cum, belly bulging so cutely. just the imagination of such action made blade buck his hips weakly. too fucked out to even utter a word.

feeling the pathetic excuse of movement of your cock, you let out a low laugh. tail wrapped around one of his legs, the other held open by your hand as you finally bounce him on your cock. slowly, slipping yourself in and out and yet the priest in your hand was sobbing as he blabbers deliriously about being fucked dumb on your cock. of having your babies inside his own womb. of being your sweet mate.

blade was a big guy. in human terms and physique wise, he was big. and yet in your lap, held open by your hands, back to your chest as he allows himself to be dumbed down on your girth made blade realize just how damn small he was compared to you. sure, he was big in human terms but compared to you, he was absolutely nothing. just a small hole for you to use. a fleshlight to be filled with your cum until you were satisfied. your baby momma to have his chest fondled and squeezed until his chest grows sore and heavy. milk leaking out it small globs from his sensitive pink nipples.

“my pet. my cute mate. my sweet other half. my adorable breeding bitch uhng… so fucking tight. so warm and tight like the cute little thing you are” blade could briefly hear you groan, heavy breaths falling on his neck, making him shiver at each breaths. making him cry and moan in a shrill voice like a girl each time your cock slid inside him. plunging deeper into parts he never knew before, grazing that one soft spot that made him shriek, tip hitting his cervix at each thrust. blade was so sure that it was bruised now. not that he minded it, the pain felt good to him.

“y-yours—! yours yours yours! your c-cute ma—aaanhg! aaanh haagh gyaaamf♡︎ y-your mate. your oouungh other half. y-your adorable♡︎ breeding bitch—!” blade’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, head throwing back to your shoulder when he felt your hand press on the bulge in his stomach. it felt good. so good that he immediately squirted on your cock again at the sheer pleasure the pressure brought.

but of course you wouldn’t stop. you would keep going, forcing his small body to bounce on your cock, occasionally tweaking his nipples, rolling his clit between your fingers. you were damn adamant on making him pregnant, breed him until you were damn sure he was knocked up.

he was yours. your human. your mate. your fated other half. your cute breeding bitch and you would be damned all over again if he ends up not getting pregnant by the time you’re done. blade was yours. no one else would ever take him away from you. no one. no one no one no one, no one else—

“AAANGH! M-MY LORD♡︎ c-cock giick! sho full…” the human shrieks and twitches in your grasp, legs weakly thrashing around as you finally cum deep inside him. the warmth of your seed spurting inside his gummy walls, painting his insides white causing blade to cum again. blade felt so full, the skin of his stomach stretching a bit to accommodate to the great amount of cum that was inside him. it felt so warm and sticky. messy, as it dribbles down your shaft, his small human body unfit to keep it all inside himself.

“my cute mate…” you purr softly, arms wrapping around your mate as he twitches and shakes. cheeks stained with old and new tears, jaws slack with drool dribbling down with his face as red as his eyes. he was yours now. blade was your human now. the weird priest was yours and no one would ever take him away from you.

“mine” with that final declaration, you placed a soft kiss to the crown of his head. he seemed to relax at the kiss, sinking against your chest as he black out. that was fine. you’ll make sure to breed him again once he wakes up.

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