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thegnomelord · 6 months

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heyo!!! here for the prompt game!!!!

can i have 19 with monster au ghost and soap (make em trans if ya can).... reader is male and a top/dom and he's an older dragon hybrid so he has a bit of a dad bod and is a little insecure about his looks and also his age affecting his performance (two lizard pp) i want the boys to comfort their dilf

Ngl this took me so long to do as I just couldn't figure out how to write it 😅 Play the game HERE.

Prompt: Becoming self conscious after the clothes come off

CW:NSFW, monster 141 au, FTM wraith Ghost, FTM werewolf Soap, M!dragon reader, afab language, double dick, oral, double penetration, body worship,

Dragons only stop growing when something kills them and you're old enough to have shed blood on Jerusalem's walls; you know how you look — fat widening your frame and hiding the sharp musculature you possessed, old age muddling fogging the gemstone like shine of your scales until they look like low quality stones, wing membranes dotted with holes and broken horns capped with gold and iron again and again and again throughout the ages.

You watch Ghost and Soap disrobe after a long day of running drills, Simon periodically giving one word answers to Johnny's insistent but welcome chatter as he helps Soap take off his gear after he'd sprained his back. It's domestically calming, watching your boys—your hoard— take care of each other, Soap's eyes settling on yours as he licks his lips; dread stabs your ancient heart. It picks a new spear morning you wake to find them huddling next to you when you expected them to be long gone, sharpening it throughout the day until you find yourself back in your bedroom with them so dark dread can stab your heart once again.

How can you even call them yours?

You're not dumb. You know no partner deserves to doubt their own abilities when you fail to become hard immediately like they do, hairpin triggers that they are. Nor do they deserve to be left needy and wet, bodies rearing to go again quickly while exhaustion claws at your eyelids after just one orgasm; curse your draconic blood for turning more than just your body lazy as the years go by.

You're so deep in your head you don't notice them until four hands grip you and before you know it you're being flung onto the bed. You land with all the grace of a mountain, the bed's groaning under your weight not helping to stop the thoughts in your head. They're on you like wolves, straddling your thighs as if mortal men can pin a dragon down.

"Now whaet's gotten yer tail in'a twist?" Soap asks, greedy hands sliding beneath your shirt to trace the swell of your firm stomach. Your heart preens at his touch before your mind can remind you that in society's vain eyes-their eyes- you're less, just bragging rights, a notch on the bedpost.

"I'm fine." You growl, pulling Johnny's hands out beneath your shirt. He looks defeated like a child deprived of a toy, though your sharp senses pick up a spike of arousal.

"Sure," Ghost's sharp eyes track your every movement, blackened hand gripping your forearm, claws tracing the place were muddy scales melt into human skin. Even completely nude atop your thigh his form strikes a sharp image compared to you. "What, did you get a shite tatt while we weren't lookin'?"

"Is it a tramp stamp?" Johnny perks up at that, a low sound coming from him and his thighs clench around your own, slick dampening your skin. "No, no, a dick tatt." And suddenly his hand's at your groin, fondling the smooth surface of your pelvis over your boxers in an attempt to coax your cocks out of your genital slit. It doesn't work, like usual.

"Fuck's sake," You growl and grab his arm, trying to ignore the swell of your heart when your rough action makes Johnny's arousal spike. "I'm fine, really."

"Mhm, and I'm the Queen." Ghost snorts, using your temporary distraction to lean in and lick a long stripe up the side your neck, nibbling on your ear until a treacherous rumbling purr leaves your chest. Your body doesn't care of the shit going on in your head, only recognizes the sweet arousal of your hoard and the soft touch they leave on your body, rough hands sliding across your skin and feeling the hard muscles beneath the fat.

"More of a princess, sure 'r bossy like one." Johnny pipes up and ducks to escape a swat over the back of the head from Ghost, unperturbed by your grip of his arm Johnny slides his other hand down your front, sharp claws shredding your shirt before you can stop him. "What's wrong bonnie? Not 'nough that this handsome knight comes t' lay yea?"

You suck in a sharp breath, eyes closing to escape their gaze, "I just-" You breathe out, "-just don't know what you see in me."

Silence follows your words and you're sure the next moment they'll get off and this thing you had will just be over. Then a hand grips your hair, your eyes falling open just in time to catch Simon's before he roughly kisses you. Soap is close behind, tail wagging rapidly as he licks the side of your lip and taking Simon's place when you seperate.

"How about we show you, yeah?" Simon growls, briefly groping the firm swell of your abdomen then sliding his hand down to cut your boxers away with his claws, leaving you as bare as they are. Ghost's clever fingers sneak down further to slide across your genital slit, sharp claws tenderly scratching the smooth scales around it and fingers spreading it open, thumb rubbing the head of one cock as it's starting to peek out.

"Not going tae stop us will yae?" Johnny's hands wander over your exposed chest, roughly groping your fat pecs as you both groan into the kiss. "Cause ah been wantin' to do this for a while," Then he pulls his head back and pushes it between your pecs, a low sound escaping him as he shakes his head.

A surprised laugh leaves you as you realize Soap's fucking motorboarding you, nipping and kissing your fat chest. His touch makes fire burn in your stomach, the way both of their hands roam across the wide expanse of your body making goosebumps pop up on your skin.

"Way to ruin the mood mutt," Simon chuckles alongside you, then his eyes go down. "Oh, like us being sweet on you, huh?" He smirks, fingers wrapping around your cock as you only now realize you've gotten hard, "Want us to keep going?" The sharp scent of their arousal is impossible to miss, only making both of your cocks just that much harder.

"Yeah," You breathe out, letting them maneuver you however they want. You end up flat on your back with Ghost stradling your face, cunt leaking slick down on your face. Soap's between your legs with his plump lips already latched on your lower cock, sucking and licking your cock like it's a popsicle.

"Fuck-" Simon yelps when you follow Soap's lead and pull Ghost down firmly on your face, your obscenely long tongue sliding out to lick a fat stripe across his folds. "-just like that. Shit, you take such good care of us." Ghost groans, his voice stroking that draconic need to guard your hoard and making you worm your tongue inside him. The sudden intrusion of your tongue inside his fluttering walls makes him double over you, but soon after you feel him latch on to your second cock.

Even with all your senses consumed by them you still catch the slight whine in Johnny's chest, already imagining him roughly fingering himself as he sucks you off and watches Simon's eyes grow bleary every time you twist your tongue to hit that special spot inside him. Without thinking you slide your tail between Soap's legs, mind flooding with endorphins at Soap's pleased groan around your cock before he's roughly grinding against your tail, cunt wetly pulsing and drawing more sounds from him each time his clit scraps against your scales.

You don't know how long you float in a fog of pleasure, Simon's sweet slick flooding your mouth, skin feeling hot like magma from their hands wandering and groping your flesh like you're some god, mind buzzing from the sound of their collective pleasure and the sweet tight heat of their mouths on your cocks. At some point you become aware of the orgasm steadily encroaching towards you and you'll be damned if you cum before them.

Giving Simon's sweet cunt a final lewd 'slurp' you pull your tongue back, jaw and throat covered in his fluids. Ghost slumps against you, breathing hard while still continuing to suck you off, his eyes meeting Soap's while the Scott desperately humps your tail and whines because it's not enough.

"On the bed." You growl, low and possessive, your strength still surpassing them as you maneuver them. Simon ends up on his back with Johnny pressed up on top of him, both bodies flush with heat and sweaty.

"Fuck, bonnie-" Johnny sucks in a sharp breath and grinds his hips against Simon, biting his shoulder and groaning as the motion makes their cunts rub together, mingling their slick. "Come on, fuck me-us, just-"

"I know," You chuckle, wings subconsciously spreading out to show how big you are, how strong, how you can take care of them. "Need me to fuck you boys good and hard huh?" You let out a low rumbling growl, draping your body over theirs and not holding back so they can feel your weight. You don't miss how their scents sharpen with more arousal.

"Stop talking," Simon growls, brown eyes meeting yours and urging you to press your slick cockheads against their wet holes, each cock almost tailored just for them. Simon groans as you slide in, your first cock not as long as your second one but fat and Simon relishes the burn as you spread him to his limit.

"Shite," Johnny grinds his hips back to meet yours and whimpers when your cock head brushes his cervix, both of their bellies bulging from you being inside them. "God, fockin' love you for this,"

Another small laugh escapes you, "Love you too," making a few short pumps of your hips to get them acclimated to the stretch of you inside them you start making deeper thrusts. "Love you both so much," Your confession is honest from the deepest part of your heart, a deep draconic groan leaving your lips at the way they clench so wonderfully around you.

You see Ghost open his mouth but words escape him as your cock saws into him, all the bumps and ridges on your shaft scraping their soft walls until they're both shaking, soft little moans and deep growls leaving them. You pick up the pace, sharp had thrusts into their pliant bodies making the bed smack against the wall.

You fuck them hard and fast until they're shaking with an orgasm but you don't stop, teeth bared as if to scare off your own pleasure so you can fuck them over and over and over again.

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sugurugetofavoritemonkey · 1 year

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~ Tighnari helps you sleep ~

It’s not the first time that you can’t fall asleep, yet you're already incredibly exhausted.

And like you always do when you struggle to sleep, you decide to go look for your dear husband, who is working at his desk on important studies.

Longing for his presence, because he’s the only one to bring you comfort when these sort of situations happen.

When you show up in his workroom and Tighnari sees that you’re not asleep yet, a frown can be seen on his face but he can’t find the strength to scold you when you seem to desperately need his help.

Tighnari pats his lap to invite you to straddle his thighs, while facing him. He takes your sleepy face in his gentle hands, and then, with a fond smile, Tighnari takes his time to cover your face in featherlight kisses.

One on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks and finally capturing your lips in his for a moment.

After looking at you with so much reassurance, he gently makes you rest your head comfortably on his chest, your arms finding their way quickly around him, while you start to listen to his calm heartbeat, soothing you to sleep as you relax further into him when his arms envelop you in their welcome warmth.

As Tighnari proceed with his work, his free gloved hand fondle your head tenderly, his palm eventually drift down to your back, stroking it lovingly, bringing you safety as well as the comfort that you needed from him.

At last, your eyes flutter shut and you fall asleep in your Tighnari’s intimate embrace, melting into him and snuggling your face closer to his warm body.

When little snores are being heard by the forest watcher, he drops a sweet kiss to your hair with a kind smile appearing on his lips. Glad that he could help you find your well deserved rest, his long fluffy ears as well as his soft tail lightly twitch at the satisfied feeling Tighnari gets in having you close to him, amid such a peaceful state.

« Sleep well, my precious flower »

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cityofdreams-writing · 2 years

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Master Knows Best

Rating: E

Pairing: Cat Hybrid!Hyunjin x Cat Hybrid!Felix x Cat Hybrid!Minho x Dom!Human!Male!Reader

Word Count: 3.5K

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Shameless smut, swearing, cat hybrids/maids, foursome, maid kink, cats in heat, mentioned shower sex, bondage, safe word use but happy ending, I think that’s it.

Author: @cityofdreams-writing

Description: Hyunjin, Minho, Felix are catboy maids in heat. (Y/N) can help with that.

Notes: For noona, thank you for being my first online friend. For sticking all the way to the end. @guksauce, happy birthday.

Soundtrack: None

Hyunjin, Felix, and Minho are all in heat. All together. This usually doesn't happen because their cycles are janked up to all hell, but once in a blue moon their cycles come together. Kind of like an eclipse. It happens only a few times in a few years. Obviously it’s not that rare, but still. You help them out when they need it, sort of like a maids-with-benefits relationship but they're catboys.

They aren't exactly extremely horny when in heat, but for one in particular—Hyunjin—you can say differently.

You're in your room, working (as per usual) when Hyunjin wanders in, fully wrapped up in a blanket, black hair matted with sweat.

You hear his footsteps on the wooden floor and the slight jingle of his collar and turn to look at him, spinning your desk chair to face him.

His plush lips look bitten and swollen, a very pretty red and slick with saliva. His eyes blink lazily, almost fluttering closed to reveal long dark lashes against milky pale skin. His black ears twitch and pop out of the blanket, along with his tail, which swishes lazily.

When he talks, his voice comes out broken. "M-master, 'm h-hungry!"

You roll your chair over and reach up to fondle his ears, cooing gently to soothe him, asking if he wants food (he says no, it's a different kind of hunger), watching as he mewls softly in pleasure and then you hear the buzzing. The telltale sound of a vibrator in him. That would explain the broken sentences.

Now, you're fine with vibrator play, especially during heat, but they have to ask your permission.

And no one had asked you.

"Jinnie…who did this~?" Your voice is as soft as silk, but as dangerous as a double-edged razor, sending shivers down his spine.

"M-Minho-hyung, master…" Hyunjin whimpers against your skin, kissing your neck softly. You can tell he's telling the truth. His body language says it all. He's being vulnerable with you, something that is normally rare from him.

"Be a good boy and tell me everything, baby. You'll be rewarded."

He knows you aren't lying. You give amazing rewards, but only to those who deserve it.

Minho, Felix and Hyunjin were all talking on the couch. Random stuff, really. They were watching a movie and huddled together under blankets with snacks, their maid skirts spread out around them. They'd finished all of their duties and were waiting for master to come home.

Minho's hand was wandering a little too far up near Hyunjin's crotch to be friendly, and he noticed. Under the skirt, too.

He wasn't wearing underwear either. None of them wear underwear, generally, when in their house.

And then it hit. Minho wrapped his hand around his cock and started jerking him off. While Hyunjin was distractedly trying to push him off under a haze of pleasure, he sneakily slipped a vibrator in, turning it on.

Felix was oblivious to the whole thing, focused on the movie he was watching. He didn't even hear when Hyunjin started moaning loudly.

"So you're saying Felix and you were being good boys?" You ask, lovingly stroking his ears and watching as his eyes fall shut in pleasure, feeling a soft purr vibrate through him.

"Y-yes, master…we were so good for you~"

"That's a good boy. Come here, I'll reward you. Actually, how about I reward you both and punish Minho at the same time, hm? Sound like a good idea?"

Hyunjin nods, biting his lip.

"Felix, Minho! Come here please!" You call down the stairs and then walk back to the room, where Hyunjin's already stripped himself down and sitting on your bed.

"Aww…looks like Jinnie read my mind~!" You pet his tail, watching as soft pants fall from his red lips.

"You're such a good boy, you know that~? Always such a good boy for me." Hyunjin whines happily and buries his head in your shoulder. You give him gentle head scratches, feeling loud purrs vibrate through his whole body.

He looks up at you with big sparkly brown eyes and parted lips, whispering three words.

"Kiss me, please."

You oblige. He has very nice lips after all. "Open your mouth, baby boy." You whisper against his lips, and he obediently opens with a shiver down his spine. You gently lick into his mouth, coating his lips with your saliva and making him moan.

"M-master~! I-it feels so g-good~!"

You let him go just in time to see Felix and Minho arrive and dip into deep bows.

"Master? You called?" Felix says, confusion present in his pretty face.

"Felix, come here please." He comes closer, gasping when you pull him into a heated kiss, licking into your mouth and whimpering softly.

"W-what's all this about?" His ears perk up, twitching in sensitivity as you gently stroke them.

"You’re my good boys, both you and Jinnie." You murmur softly, kissing his nose.

"He told me everything. Our Minho deserves a punishment, don’t you think?" You smirk.

Felix nods, looking at Minho and making a helpless face at him.

Minho glares at him, then arches a brow and has the audacity to smirk at you.

You grab a rope and tie it around his wrists to the back of a chair and make him sit, fully naked, on it. Before you turn the vibrator off and pull it out of Hyunjin, you snap it all the way up to the maximum speed for a just a few seconds. Hyunjin screams (met with a confused look from Felix and a smirk from Minho), vision blinking white, knees buckling, and mind going numb with pleasure. You smirk and pull it out, earning a whimper from him. The amount of slick he's leaking is…copious, to say the least. It turns you on and you just want to devour him right then and there, but you have to deal with Minho right now, so you turn back to him.

"If you can cum untouched to the sight of your dongsaengs getting rewarded, then I will let you go. If you can't, you're getting the vibrator all night until the sun rises, got it?" You snap before turning to Felix and Hyunjin, cooing and stroking their heads, watching as they purr and push gently against your hands for more.

You look back at him, watching as he strains against the rope and your gaze softens. "Minnie, what's your color?"

"Green, so fucking green!" Minho answers enthusiastically, excited by this prospect. Your gaze hardens and your demeanor changes.

"You better have cum. Got that?" You force his chin up and smack his cock, which twitches under the force.

"Y-yes master!"

"Worthless slut." You mumble, loud enough for him to hear, apparently, because he whines a little bit.

"Do you want to do anything in particular to me?" You say, stroking Felix's cheek.

"P-please master…can I eat you out?" Hyunjin's the one who pipes up first.

"Of course you can, Jinnie. Come here. Lix?"

"Want you to fill me up, master, please." Felix looks up at you with big eyes.

You smile softly. "Sure, kitten. I have a request to make of you both, okay?"

"Yes, master?"

"Can I mark you both?"

"Yes, please master, mark us, make us yours!" Both whine, cocks twitching.

You smile and straddle Hyunjin's lap, licking at his sweet spot, feeling him whimper softly in pleasure and throw his head back. He puts his hand over his mouth to stifle his sounds, but you grab his wrist and lower his hand.

"Don't, kitty. I want to hear your pretty sounds." You whisper against his skin, eliciting a shiver from him.

"Y-yes master~!" He full-on moans when you suck on the same spot. You move down and flick his nipples experimentally, watching him jolt under your touch and moan louder.

"Master, master, please, p-please be gentle, 'm sensitive!" Cries fall from his lips, ending in a loud moan as you press a kiss to his sensitive dick.

"I'll fuck you both tonight, how's that sound?" Felix's blonde tail swishes around happily at that, wrapping around Hyunjin's chest and playing with a nipple.

The new sensation has the black haired hybrid keening, cock twitching as he moans.

"O-oh, Felix, baby, t-that feels so good~!"

You smirk and let Felix play with him and turn your attention to Minho, who's staring at them both kissing with a death glare. Their moans ring across the room, no doubt making him green with envy.

"What's wrong, Minnie? Jealous, are you~?" He grumbles and looks away.

"Only good kitties get what they want, got that?" You slap his thigh before returning to Felix and Hyunjin, who've already become messy with saliva dripping down their chins from a sloppy kiss.

"Aw, my boys are all messy…my sweethearts. Hyunjin, you first. You can eat me out. Felix, you can do whatever else you want to me."

Hyunjin obeys and starts licking your rim, positively drooling at how you taste. He can feel slick leaking out of him, the wetness sticking to his thighs. He moans against you, spit coating his lips and tongue as he gently fucks it in and out of you. You groan loudly as he brushes against your prostate.

"Ah, Jinnie, it feels so good, keep going baby, you're doing so good for me~"

The sounds you make have him seeing stars, dizzy with pleasure as his hole clenches around nothing. Likewise the wet sounds and the quiet, breathy moans are just another source of pleasure for you.

"So g-good, feels s-so good, master…" He murmurs and you groan, turned on by his husky voice, reaching behind you and finding his black locks, giving it a tug and hearing him moan sweetly.

Felix, meanwhile, had dropped to his knees and first ran his tail over your dick, you squirming a bit at the odd sensation before he took you directly into his mouth. You throw your head back at the double stimulation from both ends, Hyunjin eating you out and Felix sucking your cock.

His tongue runs the length of your dick, tracing a throbbing vein and swirling around the sensitive head, earning multiple curses from you at how good he’s doing.

"F-fuck, I'm close, make me cum~!" You stutter out, bucking your hips into Felix's mouth and feeling him gag and moan around you.

The kisses that Hyunjin leaves around your rim are wet, purely filthy, and long, lingering even, kisses that make your head spin with pleasure. You bite your lip at the loud, breathy moans he makes before diving back in to eat you out again. The sounds are just so sinful that you clench harder around his tongue, hearing a yell of pleasure escape him.

The way he softly murmurs compliments against you as he continues to leave dirty kisses all over your clenching rim has you arching your back, his raw voice sending you over the edge. The contrast could not be more different.

"Master, can we cum, please?" Felix asks, muffled by your cock.

"Yes, you can cum whenever you want." You moan, climaxing in his mouth, pulling out your cock after he's swallowed it all. He's created his own puddle of cum on the floor, ivory spurts dribbling out of his cock.

You look over at Minho with a concerned gaze. Minutes had passed and there was absolutely no activity coming from his side of the room, which was quite unusual for a normally shit-talking Minho.

"Minho, do you want to stop? What's your color?"

"Y-yellow…I'm sorry, master…" Tears form in his eyes, knowing he spoiled the other hybrids' fun.

"Shh…no, don't be sorry, my lovely kitten. Here, let me untie you." You shush him and wipe away his tears, untying the rope around him. He rubs his wrists and hugs you tightly. You embrace him and kiss his forehead, stroking his sweaty hair. "Let's talk. What's wrong?"

"I…I don't feel good, being ignored like this. It makes me feel useless, like I'm some toy to be played with and then tossed aside." He frowns, brown eyes boring holes into the ground, his resolve cracking bit by bit. Hyunjin soothingly smooths a hand down the taut muscles of his back, watching his hyung for any sign of discomfort. Felix lays down on Minho's lap, gazing up at him. The older man’s hand automatically finds Felix's hair and strokes it for comfort, relaxing a little when he hears him purr.

"What do you want to do instead, Min?" You caress his cheek gently, feeling him lean into your touch.

"Y-you can still play with them, just…go rough on me afterwards. I wanna be involved too, y'know?" He shrugs helplessly, trying to communicate as best he can and trying not to get upset. Fortunately, you understand.

"Of course. Do you want the ropes still?"

"N-no…they feel a little uncomfortable, but I'd rather use handcuffs." Minho smiles a little at that. You smile softly, putting the rope away and clicking a pair of black fluffy handcuffs around his wrists. He sighs in relief.

"Does this feel better, kitten?" You murmur softly, feeling a shiver run through him as you trace the dips and curves of his stomach, kissing his scar and making his breath hitch.

"Mm…so much better, master…"

Hyunjin twists his hand around his cock, thumbing over the slit once as his lips twist into a smirk. Minho moans softly.

"Still rock-hard, aren't you, hyung~?" Felix murmurs quietly in a husky voice, seeing his cock twitch in Hyunjin's grip.

"Y-yes, p-please help h-hyung, will you, Felix?" His thighs clench and rub together, but you gently force them apart again, making him whine.

Felix smirks. "No, because you were a brat. I don't help brats."

The look of (fake) betrayal on his face has you biting your lip to keep laughter at bay. Hyunjin's chewing on his lip, a barely hidden smile on his face. As for Felix, the smirk only grows wider.

"Aw, fuck you." Minho's tone is exasperated and directed at Felix as he rolls his eyes.

"Ah, I almost forgot about that, thank you for reminding me!" You reply smoothly, smiling sweetly at him.

"Hyunjin, play with him. Ride him, but don't let him touch you." You command.

"Yes master!" Hyunjin smiles excitedly, the smile twisting into a smirk as he thinks about all the ways to torture him. Minho groans in response, knowing he's going to get blue-balled to no end because Hyunjin is a fucking tease.

"Felix, get on the bed, ass up, and your face down. You can rest it on the pillow, okay?" You direct him towards the bed. He bites his lip, tail swishing and ears twitching in excitement, and dutifully gets on it, laying his body down and resting his head on the pillow.

You groan softly, thinking about the feeling of sinking into his tight, wet heat. You stroke his tail, hearing him moan brokenly. "Mmh…master, please, don't tease me~!"

His eyes flutter shut, dark lashes against sunkissed skin. Slick dribbles out of his fluttering hole, running down his leg. You lick it up, making him whimper softly. He tastes sweet, and you voice the thought.

"Mm, Yongbokie, you taste so sweet…"

Shit, now he's really turned on. You use that only during sex, and that means that you are going hard tonight.

He moans at that, his hole clenching. "Master, fuck~! Please, fuck me, don't hold back, I want it rough tonight. Breed me, master!"

He knows you well, playing off your breeding kink. But to be fair, it might just be his heat talking.

You enter smoothly with no problems, then shoot a glance at the pair of cat hybrids on the other side of the room. It's a sinful sight to behold.

Hyunjin fucks himself on Minho's cock at a fast pace, moaning loudly, almost drowning out Minho's somewhat loud grunts and groans. His eyes are closed, head thrown back and mouth open in a perfect O shape. He pulls all the way out and slams back down, clenching down on his dick and making Minho throw his head back. He's got him shaking, just begging to touch and being denied every time. Hyunjin growls degrading praises and teases—something along the lines of "Do you like that~? Like me fucking you like the whore you are~? Yeah~? Too bad you can't touch." Or "It's like your cock was made for me, such a good slut."—in his ear (you overheard) and Minho flushes a bit, turning a creamy pink and whimpering loudly. Sweet-smelling slick coats his cock, making a sticky mess of his thighs and the chair, dripping onto the floor. Good thing the chair doesn't have a cushion. Minho's slick leaks out of his hole too, the mess of both of their scents on the floor somehow creating a smell that's somehow deliciously sweet.

The room smells like chocolate—Hyunjin's scent—strawberry—Felix—roses—Minho, and just sex in general, which is you.

You kiss down Felix's neck, feeling him sigh in pleasure against you. Tracing the muscles of his back, you stroke his ears until he's moaning from even the slightest touch to his body. The thing about him is that soft strokes, anywhere, but especially his ears, make his entire body sensitive.

You gently trace his spine, hearing him whimper just a little bit before you gently knead his ass, feeling soft, smooth skin and hearing soft whines of "master" coming from him. The sounds he makes are beautiful, absolutely stunning. Nothing like the pornos. It's honestly adorable, how shy he gets when he makes those sounds.

You slowly start to move, licking at his sweet spot. The blonde haired hybrid's eyes fall shut, freckles standing out against flushed cheeks and mouth open, soft moans spilling from lips red from kissing. His velvety walls clench gently around your cock, breath hitching as the head of your cock brushes against them as you pull out and slowly push back in. His slick coats your cock and some drips out, so you take it on your index and middle fingers and put it up to his mouth. He eagerly sucks on them, moaning at the taste of himself on your fingers.

You start building speed, drilling into the spot that drives him crazy. The hot, wet kisses you trail down his neck are dizzying bliss, making him moan loudly. Groaning loudly, you growl in his ear. "Shit, you're so wet for me, aren't you, baby?" He whimpers at that. "Y-yes master, so wet, just for you…"

The way his skin slaps against yours and the resulting filthy sounds that ensue makes you growl and go faster, drilling into his prostate with every thrust. He screams, gripping your arms and holding you impossibly close, leaving red crescent-shaped marks on them. Your muscles flex as you slam back up into him and he whines incoherently. (Your muscles are always a turn-on for him.)

He screams out a warning that he's going to cum, and you wrap a hand around his cock, pumping the shaft and seeing him bite his lip as he cums with a euphoric sigh.

"Does that feel better, my kitten?" You coo in his ear, feeling him nuzzle his head against your neck.

"So much better, master…thank you so much…"

"I got you, honey. Just relax for me, okay? I’m going to be right back, hm? Just rest." You stroke his hair and kiss his head, smiling softly as he lifts his heavy head to kiss your cheek.

He falls asleep, his heat broken, as you stroke his hair and coo sweet nothings to him.

Hyunjin and Minho's moans ring across the room, you walking over to see that they've cum at least once already, considering there's white on the floor and on their cocks.

"How many times did you cum, boys?"

Hyunjin stops bouncing, unintentionally edging Minho and earning a frustrated whine from him.

"I came once, hyung came twice."

"Good boy, Hyunjin. You think you can give me one more? Do you want me to touch you or can you do it?" Your tone is caring as you stroke his plump bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.

"P-please touch me, master…" He whimpers softly, nuzzling into your arm.

"Such a good boy. Of course I will, Jinnie." You turn to Minho with a wickedly biting smile. "And you, you aren't going to cum again. Not in Hyunjin. The next time you'll be coming is in the shower untouched. Got that?"

His breath shudders in a moan as he nods.

Hyunjin bounces up and down again, making Minho cry out in pleasure, tears rolling down his cheeks. You tease the head of his cock, making loud cries of yours and his name fall from his plump lips.

"Hyun-" Minho's eyes roll back, signaling that he'd cum soon. You grab the base of his cock, stopping his impending orgasm and ripping a disappointed groan from him.

Hyunjin finishes with a loud, high-pitched whimper, his heat decreasing and slowly breaking. You coo softly as he pulls off and collapses into your arms. "That's my good boy. You've done so well for me, I'm so proud of you."

He smiles, whispering softly. "T-thank you, master…"

"Of course, sweetheart." You lay him down on the bed and clean both Hyunjin and Felix with a washcloth. The blonde cat hybrid's tail wraps around the black cat hybrid's body, pulling him close and cuddling with him. He turns in his embrace and falls asleep.

"Your turn, kitty."

It's going to be a long night for Minho.

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69misato69 · 2 years

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Porcelain (Ayato x Childe x Zhongli x Thoma One Shot) ✦ 2k, smut only

Thoma & Ayato and Childe & Zhongli have a fun couple's night. Childe and Thoma are bottoms, everything is consensual and agreed upon beforehand. There's some slight CNC towards the end so please refrain from reading if that's triggering to you. A little childe-centric but everyone gets decent screentime I swear.

Top Zhongli and Kamisato Ayato x Bottom Childe and Thoma

content warnings: overstimulation, unprotected anal sex, anal fingering, ejaculation, consensual gay sex, blowjobs, handjobs, slight praise and degradation, CNC, erotic asphyxiation, use of collars and leashes, choking and gagging, rimming, blacking out

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

"You want to touch him, no?" Zhongli purred in the harbinger's ear, hands roaming around his chest, teasing his nipples. He was fully naked on Zhongli's lap, facing Thoma who was seated on Ayato's. "May I?" Childe looked at Ayato, asking for permission as the man was fondling his housekeeper's thighs roughly. "Of course, dear." Childe shifted forward, reaching to touch Thoma's reddened skin. His hand trailed from the housekeeper's neck to his narrow, delicate shoulders. Thoma's breathing got heavier, face turning red from arousal and embarrassment that he was getting so worked up in front of everyone. He reached to take Childe's left hand into his, guiding it down to his groin. "Did I say you could touch him?" Ayato parted the melody of the two boys panting.

Childe felt Thoma’s hand tremble on his. "My lord, I-" Thoma opened his mouth only to be immediately hushed by a harsh tug on his mullet's tail. "Did I say, you could touch him?" Ayato repeated, this time emphasizing every word harshly. "No, sir." Thoma caved in. "That's what I thought”. Ayato hummed, turning to the harbinger again. "Slap him, Childe." he ordered. Childe gasped, "Me?" Zhongli wasn't interfering up until now, but this had piqued his interest. "He's misbehaving in front of my guests. Don't you think he deserves to be punished?" Ayato's eyes shone silver, piercing Childe's baby blues, corrupting and poisoning him. He was still new to this, most of his firsts being with Zhongli over the course of the past months. The archon was very gentle with Childe, easing him into more rough stuff slowly as time progressed and had explained to him at the beginning of the night that Ayato could be a little harsh at times.

"Do it, Ajax." Zhongli broke his silence. Childe didn't waste another second before swinging a harsh abrupt slap across Thoma's cheek at the sound of his owner. Thoma whimpered with a mix of pleasure and pain. "Again." Zhongli ordered, Childe could feel him getting hard underneath his thighs. Ayato's eyes glowed as Childe's palm landed on the housekeeper's other cheek. Thoma lifted his face to find the harbinger with a guilty look in his eyes. "Don't feel bad, Thoma's not the best at following orders. Sometimes he needs a...gentle nudge." Ayato smirked mischievously.

Childe and Zhongli noticed the growing erection between the housekeeper's legs. "Is his mouth any good?" Ayato asked Zhongli. The archon affectionately petted Childe's hair, his eyes closed like a satisfied kitten. "Why don’t you see for yourself?" Zhongli answered, making Ayato chuckle and nod contently. Childe looked at Zhongli for his approval, getting on his knees to approach Thoma. He hesitantly licked the tip of Thoma’s cock, the drags getting more confident and passionate as the housekeeper hissed and grabbed onto Ayato’s thighs. Zhongli’s eyes were fixated on Childe, eyeing his sloppy movements, the slight tingle in his wide shoulders as he couldn’t help but grind onto Thoma’s leg. Getting more and more turned on as the blonde’s moans filled the room, Childe’s hand trailed down to stroke himself. “Hands off.” Zhongli ordered.

He immediately retreated, bringing his wrists together behind his back so Zhongli could see. Ayato was in awe of how Childe submitted to him with no questions asked. The archon hummed and laid back, watching the harbinger with a lustful gaze as he kept sucking and grinding needily onto Thoma’s leg. Ayato watched Zhongli reach for his hardened cock, giving it light strokes while he intently watched the two. “Enjoying the show, Morax?” Zhongli smiled at the name, making his way to the bed, “Very much so.” Ayato turned the housekeeper's face towards himself, “Go and do as he says, got it pup?” Thoma lightly pushed Childe away, “Yes, my lord.” He followed Zhongli to the bed, taking off the rest of his clothes. Childe watched him leave, slightly confused. Ayato leaned forward, stopping an inch away from the harbinger’s face, “Is there a problem?”

“No…It’s just… Won’t we go with them?” Childe asked, trying not to be rude. Ayato held his chin, “You’re mine for a little while.” He laid back on the chair, Childe’s attention shifted to the commissioner’s body, finally noticing how beautiful it was now that Thoma was off his lap. There wasn’t a single imperfection, he was toned yet so slender and agile, on the contrary to the warm tint that Zhongli’s skin had, Ayato, was porcelain. He didn’t look human, Childe couldn’t imagine him bleeding, how could he possibly have bones and veins underneath? He was torn between being terrified of touching Ayato and simultaneously feeling the strongest compulsion to do so. Suddenly he realized how long it had been since he froze in place. Ayato was waiting patiently, aware of the hold he had over Childe. He chuckled, “I don’t bite.” Childe nodded, pressing his palms on Ayato’s sides, tracing his abs, feeling his sharp hip bones, trying to rationalize his feelings as he explored the young master’s body.

Until then he felt the urge to turn around and check up on Zhongli, but that urge had suddenly vanished. Ayato was occasionally eyeing the two, Thoma was on the archon’s lap, leaving kisses and bite marks all over his neck and torso while the brunette squeezed his thighs. His arms were slowly turning darker with faint gold lines all along his sculpted abs. Childe dragged his tongue along Ayato’s shaft, trying to hide his excitement, he went on slowly, cherishing every inch. He began to caress his pale thighs as he picked up the pace slightly, applying more suction, eliciting light moans from Ayato’s lips. Childe could feel his face catching on fire. His voice was so nice, soft and calming, yet it felt like he was going to explode. He forced himself a bit more, going deeper and deeper in an attempt to drag more lewd sounds out of him but it wasn’t quite paying off. Childe looked up, meeting Ayato’s gaze. “If you want something, ask for it.” he said as if he read the harbinger’s mind.

Childe pulled away, wiping his saliva. “I would just…like to hear more.” he said hesitantly. Ayato leaned in, “Hear more of what?” he was keeping a straight face, enjoying himself as Childe turned redder and redder. “You…moaning.” he averted his gaze. Ayato held his chin to lift it up, “Then do better.” Childe momentarily choked on air, “I’m doing my best.” he said apologetically. “He’s way too nice to you.” Ayato whispered, an inch away from the harbinger’s face that was brimming with tears. He grabbed the back of Childe’s hair roughly and jammed deep into his throat with no warning. “I could show you things much more thrilling, you know.” Childe’s eyes widened, jaw clenching around Ayato’s cock as he slid the harbinger’s head back and forth, feeling the back of his throat with every thrust. Childe was letting out muffled screams, grabbing Ayato’s thighs so tight that his fingernails were digging into the flesh.

Ayato pressed on the soft spot right beneath Childe’s chin, “Relax here.” The harbinger obeyed, trusting Ayato to ease his misery as he focused on Zhongli’s grunts to distract himself. The young master let out a deep moan, “There, a lot better, no?” Childe hummed, his face relaxed as the strain of Ayato’s cock became lighter, sliding much more smoothly and knocking him back into his senses. He looked up at Ayato, swirling his tongue around the shaft and latching on strongly. Ayato’s spine met the chair as his head fell back with pleasure, fingers tightening on the ginger locks. “Keep going.” Childe obeyed, slowly adjusting to the deep thrusts as tears, saliva and precum coated his face. Ayato was still glued to the chair, his moans and words of praise encouraging the harbinger.

His jaw was almost numb, his groin was aching from the lack of attention and yet he felt like he could go on forever as long as Ayato fueled him. He picked up the pace even more, choking and gagging until the young master pushed his head all the way through, releasing warm liquid down his throat with a low “Fuck.” Childe swallowed in delight, pulling back as a thin string of saliva stayed connected between his lips and the tip of Ayato’s cock. He rested his head on the commissioner’s thigh, still out of breath. “You did well.” Ayato patted his head. Childe looked up at him, eyes half-lidded and burning bright. Ayato reached back to the wardrobe, revealing the panel of collars and leashes. “Pick one and I’ll take care of you. I imagine that’s painful.” he referred to the rock-hard erection between Childe’s thighs.

His cheeks were flushed once again, “I pick one myself?” Ayato nodded, “Is that a problem?” Childe’s eyes widened, “No, of course not. It’s just that…he usually picks them out for me.” He turned around, seeing Thoma on Zhongli’s lap with his back turned as the archon slid him up and down harshly. “I’d like to see what you like.” Ayato caressed his shoulders. Childe hummed, he was mesmerized by the sight. Ayato got up to make space for the harbinger as he browsed through them all, settling on a thick, leather one with an adjustable chain. Some of them were fixed but these ones got tighter the more you yanked, they were Zhongli’s favorite, he had one just like it at home that had Ajax written on it.

‘I’d like to see what you like.’ He liked whatever Zhongli liked on him. He liked dressing up in his favorite colors, he liked picking out toys he knew Zhongli enjoyed using on him, he liked being his, making him happy made Childe happier. And so, he picked out the collar confidently, Ayato raised his brows “That one’s heavy. Are you sure you can handle it?” Childe smiled, “I’m used to it.” Ayato binded it at the back of his neck and attached the leash, “Very well then.” He tugged on the chain, heading towards the bed and dragging Childe on all fours along with him. Zhongli was more laid back now, still out of breath as Thoma desperately kept fucking himself on his dick. Ayato traced his fingers along the fresh wounds on Thoma’s hips, the blood matching the dried up stains on Zhongli’s claws. He chuckled, “I keep forgetting that you have natural weapons, Morax.”

Zhongli smirked, “You’re not doing any worse with unnatural ones.” Ayato hummed delightfully, patting on his legs so that Childe settled on his lap. Similar to how they started the night, everyone was facing each other, though Childe and Thoma had switched places. The harbinger looked at Zhongli, who was looking at him affectionately as Thoma rocked lightly on his lap. He had to take breaks as he wasn’t allowed to cum just yet. Ayato began circling around Childe’s hole with his lube-coated fingers. Childe cupped Thoma’s cheek, “You okay?” Thoma smiled, he was so exhausted and full of energy at the same time. “I’m okay, Ajax.” Zhongli tensed up for a moment, Childe didn’t really like other people using that name, but instead he leaned forward to kiss him. For some reason Thoma felt really safe to him, Ayato pushed two fingers in as Childe’s hand trailed off to the housekeeper’s cock.

Thoma began to pick up the pace again, the two moaning into each other’s mouths, occasionally coming up for air as Ayato stretched the harbinger out thoroughly. Childe loved the feeling, as if he was sharing Thoma with Zhongli. An unspoken feral bond between the four of them. Eventually Ayato lined up at the harbinger’s entrance. “Ready?” he asked, only Zhongli noticed the evil grin on his face and what he was about to do. Childe was still passionately making out with the housekeeper and jerking him off, he mumbled a “yes” as Thoma gripped on Zhongli’s legs. With the confirmation, Ayato plunged deep inside Childe harshly, yanking the leash all the way back and fully blocking his airway. The scream he let out stayed muffled on his throat as his face turned a darker shade of red, Ayato started thrusting in and out, maintaining the depth as Thoma swirled his tongue around the harbinger’s nipples.

He looked at Zhongli with teary eyes, the archon was enchanted by his misery, his eyes were glowing amber as the gold markings shone brighter and brighter, his hand wrapped around Childe’s hardened cock as the sharp claws lightly scraped on the sensitive skin. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, Ayato loosened his grip. Childe coughed, gasping for air while trying to keep himself from releasing. He’d never felt a rush this strong, so stimulated and in an immense amount of pain. His senses were both heightened and completely dulled all at the same time. Thoma was leaving kisses all over his face and shoulders, rubbing his cheeks on his skin, soft, pink and filled with freckles like a strawberry.

“You remember how we stop, Ajax?” Zhongli asked with a hint of concern to make sure as Ayato kept brutally thrusting in and out, latching onto Childe’s hips tightly. “Yes, Master.” he breathed out in between moans. Thoma could feel Zhongli twitch inside him, one hand on his side and one hand around Childe’s dick. He was amazed at the harbinger’s stamina. “Again, please.” he pleaded. Ayato looked at the archon with a hungry gaze. Zhongli thought he was deranged at times. He would ruin someone like his Ajax. Thoma was more of a brat as far as Zhongli had observed, he fought back to Ayato and him, and he liked having his way even as a bottom. But Childe lived to serve him, so he cherished that, he was careful not to damage Ajax. But seeing him as big a mess as he was right now was awakening something inside Zhongli.

Ayato was still looking at him, “Do it.” Upon hearing the archon’s voice, Ayato didn’t waste a second before tightening the collar once again. Muffled moans and screams dangled on the harbinger’s throat. He knew how to make it stop, and he knew he had to, but he just loved the way Zhongli looked at him. As if he wanted to fuck him senselessly and tear him to pieces. He was getting it out on Thoma, who was thoroughly enjoying it with his eyes rolled to the back of his head, loud moans escaping his lips. Just as his lungs were about to give out, Ayato let go, Childe was unable to hold himself any longer as he painted Thoma’s stomach white. “My lord…” Thoma whimpered. “Go ahead, pup.” Ayato permitted him to release. Childe looked up, then collapsed onto the housekeeper, blacking out as his body went limp. Ayato looked at the archon, “Finish, Ayato.” he growled. Thoma held the harbinger’s body still as Ayato chased his own orgasm, Zhongli grunted, releasing around the same time as the commissioner, holding onto Thoma’s waist.

Everyone stayed in place for a while, settling down and coming out of the high. Ayato gently laid Childe on his back as Zhongli pulled out. “Hm, making a mess on our guests…That’s not very nice Thoma.” Ayato teased. Thoma pouted, then smiled again, “Can I clean him up?” he asked. “Mhm, do that and I’ll draw you a nice, warm bath.” Thoma climbed on top of Childe, licking off his own cum from the harbinger’s stomach and groin. Ayato laid on Zhongli’s chest, his silver hair scattered over the now fading gold markings while his slender fingers gently traveled over the archon’s thighs. Thoma moved down, cleaning his master’s semen leaking out of the harbinger’s hole. Zhongli’s hands were tangled in Ayato’s hair, his heartbeat finally returning to a normal pace as a wave of serenity came over him. Soon after resting, Ayato took Thoma to the bath and Zhongli took Childe in his arms, placing a loving kiss on the harbinger’s lips.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #ayato smut #ayato x thoma #thomato #mlm #mlm smut #tartaglia x zhongli #zhongli #genshin childe #childe #kamisato ayato #genshin impact thoma #zhongli smut #childe smut

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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The it's not lingerie but idea is so good!

Maybe Pumpkin wants to start tennis lessons and gets a tennis skirt for that/ or golf lessons and a golf skirt and as she shows Lloyd he's so turned on by the little skirt, he just can't help himself

You had felt the air shifting around you the moment you had stepped off the staircase with the pleats of your white tennis skirt flouncing around your thighs. It wouldn’t have mattered if he was knee-deep in his shit, you knew that the moment Lloyd Hansen had seen your bare legs and the pleats of that Nike tennis skirt he would lose all focus.

You hadn’t paid him the time of day as you flit right past him toward the side door, sashaying your hips as you walked, giving him the kind of silent treatment he had deserved after he had dismissed you yesterday. You had remained cool, calculatingly so, as he stepped away from one of his many brainless goons, listening to the sound of his patent leather shoes clicking against the floor as he followed you

“Pumpkin-“ He caught you as you opened the door, his eyes darkening with desire that circulated his entire body.

“I’m sorry, did you need something?” You called over your shoulder, your lips pursed. “I’m busy keeping myself occupied since you’re too busy to give me the time of day.”

“Where did you get the skirt, Pumpkin?”

“Why? You want one? I don’t think you could pull it off.” you stepped outside and closed the door behind you, counting mentally while you wait for Lloyd to follow you, as you suspected, he was on your tail in moments.

“Mrs. Hansen-“

“Yes?” You turned on your heel and walked backward, facing him head-on to give him an unrestricted view of your tiny tennis skirt and the matching crop top that accentuated your curves in a manner that would’ve fried his brain. “Did you need something else? Because if you don’t mind, I’m going to occupy myself by pretending a tennis ball is your head that I can bash against the wall.”

“I think i have some free time-“

“Good, you can fondle yourself.” you blew him a kiss and turned, smacking your ass before you kept on your path with a smirk on your face knowing full well that Lloyd was going to end up fucking you on the tennis court.

#lloyd hansen’s and his pumpkin #lloyd hansen & his pumpkin #lloyd hansen and pumpkin #lloyd hansen and his pumpkin #it’s not lingerie but…#it’s not lingerie #if’s not lingerie but… drabble

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33roda · 2 years

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Who from genshin do you think would have a praise kink??🤔

gorou, he tries to hide it but you can see how his tail starts wagging every time you call him a good boy,, he'd get so horny and embarrassed by it he tries hiding how hard he is by covering it with his tail, only for you to gently push it away and have him rut against your thigh as you shower him with praise and pull on his tail. he sounds like the type to start crying halfway through, so maybe kiss him and tell him how pretty he looks when he cries.

diluc, cus just imagine pushing him against a table and fondling his ass, telling him how pretty he is, how good he is for arching his back for you. he'd start humping the table, desperate for release only by your praise, only for you to pull his pants down and stuff your face between his ass. eat him out like he deserves, drooling all over his hole you can see the strings of spit connected to your lips and chin. tease him about it, how polite and proper he is with others, but look at him now, just a pretty boy torn between grinding against the table or back into your face.

itto, he's so loud and praises himself a lot already, but when you praise him? it's a different story. suddenly the big, loud oni turns into a blushing mess. you really think he's a good boy?? just the thought of that makes his chest and abdomen flutter. it'd be so easy to get him on his knees then, making him jerk off as you watch and guide him. he'd do anything for you to praise him again! call him your strong, cute oni and he's already cumming all over his hand. such a dumb cutie, he thinks you won't make him keep going until you're satisfied.

i was gonna say xiao, but baby would probably start crying as soon as you praise him, to the point where you'll have to cuddle him for a bit to get him to calm down,, until he eventually starts believing you and melting by your praise.

#dom!reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #gn!reader #sub!genshin #sub!genshin x dom!reader #sub!genshin x gn!reader #sub!diluc #sub!itto #sub!gorou

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guanana · 2 years

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sub!nohyuck who are obsessed with you, always wanting to please you... thinkin thoughts

(bestie this is my first time writing a threesome, so i apologize if it isn't that good >.> <3)

request 02 ♡ ljn x reader x ldh

genre: drabble smut, jeno x reader x haechan

word count: 2.1k+

smut warnings: mfm threesome, penetrative sex, oral (f&m receiving), creampie, light ass play (m receiving), sloppy seconds, voyeurism, spit, lil mxm

author's note: alternatively speaking, this could definitely be read as a beware the panty perv drabble

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“Good boy,” You breathe out. A harsh hand comes out to yank at the black tresses of the man between your legs. Spreading your leg wider to make eye contact with him, beautiful brown eyes form into crescent moons at your praises. Kitten licking your folds and swiping at your clit, you throw your head back with a groan. “Just like that Jeno, oh my god.”

Jeno’s mouth was always so good. Puckered lips coated with copious amounts of saliva kiss along your mound, worshiping your folds like it was a delicacy. Watching him grind his naked lower half into the sheets to satiate the ache of his hard cock has you delirious, almost so lost in the visual of him kissing your lower regions that you forget about the other male next to you. Not remembering their presence until you hear a choked cry. Darting your eyes to your left to catch Haechan still standing there as pliant as you left him.

“Let Jeno and I have our fun first. You just watch and I’ll let you join when I think you deserve it.”

“But–”

“Is my sweet boy not going to listen to me?”

You were so mean. Making him watch you get eaten out by Jeno without so much as being able to touch you. Sharing you with him wasn’t the problem, he tries to convince himself despite the jealousy that brews at the pit of his stomach. The problem was how he had to watch your eyes roll to the back of your head, how you had to fondle your breasts and tweak your nipples in order to remain on earth, how Jeno’s veiny forearms circled around your thighs as he lapped up every drop of wetness that you secreted– as if he didn’t want to save anything for him. Even worse, you told him that he couldn’t touch himself like the visual in front of him isn’t straight out of heaven.

But worst of all– you called Jeno your good boy. Those praises were supposed to be for him only. A bitter scowl evident on his face when he and Jeno lock eyes, the smug bastard having the audacity to wink at him when licking a fat stripe from the base of your pussy to the clit. Your squeal echoes around the room, yanking at Jeno’s hair and closing your thighs around him as you grind him even deeper into your core.

Yet no matter how much Haechan suffers, no matter how much his cock absolutely aches to be buried deep inside your walls, he remains patient. All qualms fly out the window whenever it came to you. Your wish would always be his command, even if it was at the expense of his sanity.

“What’s wrong, my sweet boy?” You gasp out when locking eyes with a pouty Haechan. Arching your back when Jeno ardently plunges two long fingers inside of you. You relish in the way Haechan’s face scrunches in envy. “You want to join?”

You practically see the way those puppy-like eyes pop out, a figurative tail wagging in anticipation at the presumed invite. Licking your lips at the way the precum drips from his red tip, it’s begging to be touched. When he nods you beckon him to come over with an index finger. “C’mere,” Giggling at the way he bounces over with glee to your side of the bed.

At your permission, he’s immediately toppling over, the warmth exuding from his body as he wraps around you. Cuddling into you as he locks one of his legs with yours– shit eating grin shot at Jeno when he ‘accidentally’ knees him in the head. Erection digging into your stomach when he kisses you so fondly. Any amount of time spent away from you drove him crazy, and to know that you were so close yet out of his reach has him yearning for you like a man starved.

Your senses are overloaded, barely able to keep up with the two men as you let them do as they please. With Jeno tongue fucking you and switching his now wet fingers to flick against your clit, you whine against Haechan’s kisses as he’s unable to control himself, shoving his tongue as far down your throat as possible. They’re both relentless, as if in a silent competition with one another.

When Haechan’s hand glides from your breasts down your stomach, you almost suffocate Jeno between your legs. Yet Jeno loves it so much, wet pussy shoving into his mouth to the point arousal coats the bottom of his chin. He pulls you in even closer to suckle at your clit, pointed tongue darting against the bud until you’re bucking into him.

Separating from Haechan’s kiss, you scream. “Fuck, Jeno! I’m gonna cum.”

“Want to make you feel so good,” Jeno moans into your core, vibrations sending shivers up your spine. “Cum for me now.”

When you release onto his jaw, Haechan’s greed overtakes him and he’s angling your head to look at him. Half lidded eyes dazed when he takes your lips again, sucking in every moan as you ride out your orgasm on Jeno’s tongue. Jeno’s eyes glaze over as he swipes at your folds earnestly.

You’re wondering why Haechan himself is moaning so much, that sweet tone being exchanged as your tongues swap spit eagerly. When the spasming of your legs settle you look down to find Jeno had collected your cum onto his fingers to swirl at Haechan’s puckered hole.

He’s bucking his hips into you, cock rutting against your hip when he gasps at Jeno’s ministrations. Jeno with a devious grin plastered on his face, now leaving your pussy to bite at Haechan’s calf. “Was wondering why she liked you so much. You really are a sweet boy,” Jeno scoffs out when Haechan has to pop away from your lips. And the visual is beyond erotic, his jaw dropped as he gasps for mercy. Holding onto you for dear life as he arches into you, the way Jeno has his way with Haechan causes you to squirm beneath them.

Jeno’s index and middle finger break through the barrier and pumps into Haechan before crawling up the expanse of your bodies. Eyeing the two of you so endearingly, licking up Haechan’s spine on his way up before rolling to your right. “Should let him fuck you now,” Jeno breathes into your collar before marking the flesh. “I think he’s earned it.”

With glazed eyes, you nod before exchanging a chaste kiss with Jeno. Jeno shoves his lubed up fingers up to the hilt into Haechan, and the cry that he emits has the two of you gasping in amazement. Haechan’s fucked out expression is beyond beautiful.

Relenting in his teasing, Jeno separates from Haechan, opting to watch you take him as he pumps his cock at your side. You and him chuckle at Haechan’s flushed expression. Deciding he’s suffered enough, you roll on top of the honey skinned boy. “You were such a sweet boy for me,” You kiss your favorite mole that rests just beneath his eye. “Gonna reward you now.”

“Thank you…” Haechan whimpers, gasping out when you align his begging cock with your entrance. Still weeping with leftover cum and Jeno’s saliva, you take Haechan with alarming ease. The two of you moaning out in unison when your ass meets his balls immediately. “Fuuck,” He mewls, looking at you so lovingly.

Bouncing on him with vigor, Haechan barely has time to register the pace you’ve developed. Your thighs have developed much more definition from all the times you’ve milked his cock dry, ogling the meat as it shakes with every time your body slaps against his.

Locking eyes with Jeno, you smirk when you see that he’s been suffering just as much as Haechan. Long, girthy cock angry with precum. Vein popping in hopes of being eased by being clamped between your wet walls. But he’s just as good of a boy as Haechan, pumping himself as he waits patiently for his turn. “You two are beautiful…” He trails off, lost in his own world as he watches Haechan’s hips meet yours as you ride him.

The look on Haechan’s face doesn’t go unnoticed, staring down at him lovingly as his cheeks grow red at the compliment. Jeno’s praises keep on falling from his pretty lips, egging Haechan on as you take the reins. “You feel so good, pussy is always so amazing,” Haechan cries when your clit grinds against his lower abdomen.

Pinning Haechan’s wrists above his head, his eyes pop out when your lips pucker out. He knows exactly what you want. He always does. Sticking his tongue out he groans in delight when a glob of your spit falls meets the back of his throat, swallowing it with gratitude.

You moan out at his pliance. “God, love you so much sweet boy.” When the tip of his cock meets that spot deep inside that drives you mad, you put all your energy into the backs of your thighs as you chase your orgasm. Clenching against him tightly, Haechan is unable to keep himself from spilling inside, your second orgasm coating his cock.

Calling your name out like a mantra, Haechan sings to high heavens his love for you. Overwhelmed with your generosity every time. He looks up at you like you’re the only person in this world, he barely registers when Jeno takes you away from him. Heated walls that encapsulate his cock ripped away from his clutches.

It all happens so fast when you give Jeno the okay to impale you with his cock. Despite being laid out for him, you call all the shots. Still leaking with Haechan’s cum, Jeno takes on a persistent pace, much rougher than Haechan. Seeking to pleasure you rather than the other way around, his eyelashes flutter shut as he gets lost in the nasty mix of semen and arousal.

“This feels so fucking good,” Jeno gasps out as his chest meets yours, rutting into you with short yet purposeful thrusts. Taut muscles wrap around your waist as you cry out, back arching into his ripped body. Hoisting your legs over his shoulders, he meets parts of you that no one else can reach. “It’s beyond wet… fuck.”

You scream out when Haechan infiltrates the two of your perverse acts, face coming in close to yours as he licks up your throat. Long, beautiful fingers coming down to your clit to rub tight circles. Jeno coos at the assistance, undoubtedly impressed with how well Haechan knows your body. “You really know what she loves,” Jeno chuckles breathily, hips unwavering as a mixture of cum flies everywhere with every thrust.

Haechan glares at the latter male, only mildly conflicted when he takes in the way Jeno’s jaw clenches as he fucks into you. Tip pummels your g-spot before he smirks at the brunette:

“Good thing I love her pussy just as much.”

Lost in the pleasure, your tummy sucks in when Jeno hits the same spongy wall with precision. Gnawing at the inside of his cheek as he feels his climax approaching. “Feel so good… Cum for me, please. Need your pussy to suffocate my cock,” Jeno begs, and you could never deny. Haechan wanting to be just as responsible for the impending orgasm, he meets you for one last kiss with a rough pinch to your clit.

Little does he know that Jeno had the same idea, meeting your two lips into the kiss as well. It’s disgusting, depraved. Three tongues meeting in a nasty braid of saliva, not knowing whose is whose. It didn’t matter, the three of you losing yourselves in the kiss. Teeth clacking with lack of tact, your eyes shut tight when you feel Jeno growling into your mouths, ass cheeks clenched tight as he thrusts all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck!” You cry, eyes rolling back when you receive your second dose of cum. Beyond filled, copious amounts of cum spills out of you when Jeno pulls out. A gossamer thread connecting his softening tip and your cunt. It slaps against his thigh obnoxiously when he falls over to your side.

The three of you lay there in silence for a while, catching your breaths after the events that had just taken place. The two of them being as clingy as they are immediately cuddle into you, Jeno spooning you from the back and Haechan digging his head into your breasts for warmth. Giggling lightly, you place a hand over Jeno’s forearm and trail the other through Haechan’s hair, smiling at them adoringly. Laughing even louder when Haechan tries to shove Jeno’s arm off of you, the latter slapping at his shoulder irritably.

“My sweet boys…” You trail off when you bring a nose to the crown of Haechan’s head.

“I’m sweet boy!” Haechan puffs his cheeks out huffily.

Jeno pouts at him before digging his head into the crook of your shoulder, furrowing his eyebrows at him. “You’re not the only one who would do anything for her, y’know,” He scoffs.

“But I’m her favorite,” Haechan sticks his tongue out at him.

You roll your eyes as they continue to bicker, losing yourself to sleep as the fatigue of getting fucked by two of your favorite boys takes over. Hearing them coo at you as they shower your body with loving kisses, you’re content.

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#jeno smut #haechan smut #nct smut #i hope its okay at least ;;#this is as subby as i can get jeno im so srry omg #nohyuck smut

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Not on my boat

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | whilst helping Sam fix his boat, during the midst of its progression, Bucky corners you within the old Wilson heirloom, leaving your friend and future captain, rather disgusted in the both of you.

Warnings | tfatws spoilers, mentions of death, some angst, smut, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, bit of choking, swearing

Requested ✖️

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

Hearing the waves crash against the side of the boat brought a smile upon your face, as you felt the breeze brush against your face. It was peaceful, fixing something rather than leaving it broken in order to save lives. If you weren’t swarmed with the government on your tail about how you were not allowed to use your powers, you’d be living out a free and happy life with the man you loved.

You were enduring a break from your assistance on the old Wilson vessel, your legs plodded around its platform, as you surveyed every piece that was in progress. Soon it would be in tip top shape, and when Sam and Bucky’s relationship was on par with that, that was when the two of you had planned to leave. There were plenty of things the two of you had to make up for before you could reside in peace; one of those things was that list of his.

It was a ledger of the amends that he had to make, a reminder of all the lives that had either taunted his own, or he had stolen from whilst he was not himself. James did not deserve the grievance that he was pardoned with, he was struggling, that much was clear. He had lost Steve, and then he was forced to watch as the shield had been handed off to some wanna be cap. To say he had been furious at Sam was a deep understatement, but as said, he was making amends.

Sam was a good man, you had learnt that much from the time that you had spent avenging to him. You had yet to tell him, but you weren’t planning on going back to that life after Karli was stopped, you wanted to continue working in the small shot bar slash grill, where Bucky and Youri would visit during your hours for lunch, and remain in that partition of worlds. Having Bucky and normalcy was a fine balance, which was a deep seated structure that you deeply needed.

If you did not have that then you were sure you’d explode, and hurt someone, or break something. That was no longer your duty, the fighting that you had spent most of your life giving into was coming to an end, and you were more than fine with that. A civilian life sounded good enough, and something that you could definitely settle for, though, you weren’t sure that Bucky would do the same, you hoped that he would.

That gleam in his eye was far too noticeable every time that he looked at that star striped shield. It had brought him much pain, but it had been there in the corner of his sight everywhere he had went. And now, Sam Wilson, the man that his best friend had entrusted with it, finally accepted the mantle, holding it in his firm grasp, ready to become the next captain to walk the earth, and both you and him knew that he would do far better than Walker could.

He was already a hero, he’d been fighting the Sam foes as Steve for some time, that was enough to know that he was ready. His hesitancy had been understandable, more so after listening to Isiah, though, it was nice to see Sam take his own path on this one. There were pictures of his younger self assembled upon the wooden walls, he was with his sister Sarah. She seemed like a nice woman, a part of you wished that you get to know her better, but she wasn’t a buyer into the whole superhero get advantages agenda, and nor were you.

From what you could tell, Sam had his advantage right here; his family. Sarah was supportive of him, always aiding him necessary, whilst she simultaneously raised to young boys, that looked admirably up to their uncle, and feeding the kids that they went to school with because their parents had no intention to. If you could, you’d buy a replica of her life, her head was above water, although the boat almost wasn’t.

The boat. It was an heirloom, something that you did not have of your own family. Everyone was gone, the only person you had was Bucky, and thinking of him caused a light chuckle to fall from your lips, he made you endlessly happy. But neither of you could have the picture perfect life, and that was why the pair of you worked, you were each well aware of the restrictions that taunted you both, and had both been down dark roads on more than one occasion.

Things were turning brighter though, as the sun glared through the old glass, casting luminosity to stroke the high points of your face. A gently creak had your head diverting to the door way, where no other than James Barnes was leant up against, his metal arm pressed to the frame as he adoringly swept his oceanic pools over your form, slowly stepping closer.

“What are you thinking about doll?” He asked you, his tone genuine, as you sighed from his words, rubbing your eyelid as you felt a small itch. You puffed your cheeks, as you placed your hands on the super soldier’s waist, rubbing small and vigilant circles through his grey shirt.

“Too much.” It was an honest answer, everything was rattling around like pins in your mind, sinking in and letting loose to their own will. They could not be organised, they would only tumble about again, until the box was empty, though, for now, you had nowhere else to put them.

“Sarah said we could spend the night.” At his words, you hummed, taking note once more of how generous the woman indeed was. “We get the couch, so you best be on your best behaviour baby girl, nothing dirty goes on inside.” A small smirk crept its way onto his handsome face as you gasped at his spoken intention, lightly hitting the vibranium of his arm.

“Why do you blame me for not keeping it in my pants?” You interrogated him, glaring up at the man with a furrow between your brows. “You’re the one that corners me, a lot like this actually, so that you can get your own way and fuck m- oh, that’s exactly what you’re doing now, isn’t it?” You scoffed, crossing your arms and stepping away due to the man’s hormonal impulses. “Why am in not surprised?” You asked yourself, shaking your head at the behaviour of your partner.

“Hey, I’m doing us both a favour. Sex in someone else’s house is not exactly appreciated, and there’s kids, that i would rather not risk getting caught by.” He moved towards you, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, as he pulled you closer by his grip. “At least then, there’s a chance I can survive the night, without being woken up by you sucking me off, or riding me.”

He was pushing your buttons, and he far well knew that, almost too well. It was his technique to get you riled up, that way, there’d be no dismissal of his current proposal, though, you continued to wear that adorable frown that he loved so much, and so, he gave your ass another firm squeeze, causing you to gasp against his chest. “Fucking on their dead parents’ boat isn’t exactly respectful either.”

“We’re helping fix it, may as well take our break on board, let loose a little, release all that’s clouding your mind.” He shrugged, knowing that his words were tempting you into complying with his lustrous whim, and so, to put another step in to helping his cause, he stepped back, reaching behind him to pull his shirt over the back of his neck, leaving his muscular torso bare, and free for your eyes to roam.

“That’s not fair.” You whined at him, not stopping yourself as you moved closer, and smoothed your hands down his stomach. “You’re such a tease Barnes, why couldn’t you have just fingered me in the public bathroom and waited until tomorrow?” A groan slipped from your mouth, as you peppered kisses over his warm flesh, tasting the sweat on his skin as your tongue swiped over the ridges of his six pack.

“Where would the fun have been in that?” He watched you roll your eyes, but continue to work your way down to his navel, stroking his v line with your fingertips. “We’ve had sex on a plane, might as well add a boat to the list.” Bucky remarked, groaning as you put your weight down onto your knees, looking up at him with your pretty eyes, as you palmed him through the denim of his jeans.

He could feel his cock stirring beneath the material, wanting more, eager to breach the layers that were keeping your tongue from rotating around him. But he remained still, as you swept your hair out from your face, the noise of your pulling down his zipper audible, as you sent him a naughty grin. The man above you licked his lips, breathing a sigh of relief when you tugged his jeans and boxers down, his erection swiftly bouncing up, the leaking tip pointing rudely at your face.

With a quick hand, you grasped his length, rubbing over his veins as you pumped him, spreading the moisture of his precum over his rigid skin, aiding you in your movements. As you proceeded to jerk him within your grip, your mouth moved forwards, your breath fanning over his balls before your tongue slipped out to stroke them, swiping up the droopy skin, as you suckled one into your mouth, contently moaning from the flavour of his skin.

Your eyes had shut as Bucky opened his own, watching you through a hooded gaze as you happily assisted his genitals, sending him into a crusade of pleasure as you used your well adversed skill set upon him. Your bottom lip ran up his shaft, slowly dragging along his reddened skin, until your reached the tip, your hands fleeing down to fondle with his sack, as your mouth stuffed itself full of his cock.

“Baby girl.” He breathed, his chest feeling tight as he stood there, practically naked aboard your friend’s boat. James gritted his teeth, watching as you effortlessly bobbed your head up and down half of him, lazily grinning as gagging sounds eventually emitted from your throat as you had him down the back of your throat, saliva slipping down your chin as you shook your head from side to side with him choking you with his dick.

Though he worried not for your struggle, not as you moaned against him, your lashes fluttering though your eyes were shut. He reached his vibranium hand down, stroking the side of your face with the cool metal, a high whine whistling it’s way out of your nose. Your spare hand reached up, cupping it against you, as you hollowed your cheeks, steadily breathing your nostrils.

A light frown covered your face as you focused on smoothing your tongue on his underside, causing Bucky to throw back his head, his stomach sternly clenching as he felt his balls twitch; and then, before he could fathom it, he was filling your mouth, cumming down your throat, as he pulled out, the last of his seed falling upon your tongue as he manhandled himself, feeling sensitive as he watched you fumble your tongue around your mouth, swallowing the mix of your spittle and his cum.

“Taste so fucking good.” You spoke, laughing lightly as you stared up and saw his dazed expression. Bucky pulled you up, his hand cupping your ass again, as he backed you up against the dash, your back lightly hitting against the window as he pulled at your shorts, whisking then down your legs, rubbing you through your underwear. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting himself as he located your clit, your arms grabbing at his shoulders to push him down, to which he complied.

His noises echoed through your mouth, as he pressed kissed along the top of your thighs, his fingers surpassing the seams of your panties, swiping at your entrance, until his prodding ceased, and he sunk his middle finger into your pussy, feeling you clench around him instantaneously. His teeth bit into your skin, emitting a squeal out of you as you harshly tugged his hair, making him rut his loose cock against nothing but the air.

“So wet.” He mumbled against your skin, as his vibranium snapped the sides of your underwear, letting the damp material fall to the floor, as he licked circles around your clit with his tongue, pulley airy sounds of pleasure of of your lungs. He slipped in another finger, his nose being pressed against your mound as you tugged him even closer, feeling as though you were almost there. Then you came, his fingers quickly exiting you as his tongue plunged in your entrance, cleaning up all your juices.

“Need you to fuck me Buck, please honey”. The man stood, stroking his hard cock as he teased your entrance. He swiped it through your slit a couple of times, before slapping his head against your clit, making your mewl against his lips, as you licked your essence from around his mouth. “James...” His cocky demeanour returned, as he watched you glance down at his cock, pressing your lips together in desire.

“Thought you didn’t want to fuck me on the boat.” He sneered dominantly, gripping your throat with his vibranium fist, giving it a tough squeeze, finding it endlessly hot as needy tears pooled in the corners of your eyes. Your lips pouted as you sputtered to speak, but you were just so hungry for him. “Guess I’m just gonna have to take pity on you doll, aren’t I?”

With that,he wedged his way through your folds, filling you to the brim as he bottomed out, gently releasing your throat to paw at your tits through your shirt. “Move baby, move.” You mumbled, your head feeling dizzy as your nails dug into the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that you could place tender and supple kisses across the front of his shoulders.

And so, he began to thrust into you, keeping a grip on your hips as he raised your leg around his waist, driving into you deeper, your head tiredly lulling as you chanted his name in soft and delirious pants. “So damn tight angel.” The soldier muttered, biting down onto your chin as he kissed his way up to your lips, abusing the swollen flesh a little more. The kisses were sloppy and downright needy, his vibranium hand held your chin up so that it would tip in rhythm with his movements, making access to the inside of your mouth easier.

“Buck.” You mumbled against his lips as your eyes rolled, your own hand circling your clit as you jutted against his exceeding administrations, one hand crawling up into his scalp as you let our small screams. You were indefinitely close, and as Bucky swerved his head around your own, moving his lips to nip at your earlobe, you came, coating his cock in your wetness, as he continued to hit his hips against your own.

It wasn’t long until he followed after, your clumsy hands trailing down to roll his balls in your palms being the last thing to push him over the edge. Bucky remained standing between your legs, each of your heads resting over each other’s shoulders as you felt each other, eyes closed, and smelling how the aroma of your sex wafted around you, like a personalised perfume.

“Hell no.” And the peace was broke, as Sam’s voice broke it. He had his hands on his hips as he shifted his gaze away from the two of you, unimpressed by what had happened. “The two of you get a break and you - not on my boat!” He practically screeched like a falcon at the pair of you, his arms flailing about like a bird’s flapping wings.

Although he was maddened, it didn’t settle well with you. You were too far out of it to acknowledge what he must have thought about the on deck dick that you had gotten, you were too lost in Bucky, the feeling of him still inside of you, and the falling of his cum out from beneath you both. “You know what, I’m outta here.” Sam left, quite glad to do so.

“You alright doll face?” Bucky asked as he pulled out, making you wince from the feeling of emptiness. You nodded as he reached for your underwear , leaving them be when he registered he had torn them, and instead opted to picking up just you’d shorts, pulling them onto your legs, redressing himself afterwards.

“I love you Buck.” You smiled tiredly, humming as he pecked your lips a few more times, combing his hands through your sex hair, as he returned the facial expression, seemingly calm. It looked good on him, the pair of you had momentarily forgotten your traumas, and it was bliss.

“Love you too darling.” He pecked your nose, staring lovingly into your eyes as he helped you down, and abled you with support to stand. “Unfortunately I think our breaks over beautiful.” He spoke, his hand upon your waist as the pair of you walked from the scene, going to fetch a bottle of water from Sarah, whom you hoped had not learn of your oversea adventure .

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prideful-sins · 4 years

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What They Like Orally: Brothers + Diavolo HC’s SMUT

Also what their Cum is like cause I’m a cum whore

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Lucifer:

He loves to push your head down just that little too far so he can hear you gag on his cock, you only know that because Lucifer sniggers under his breath when it happens

Threading your hair in his gloved fingers and taking a fistful to control your movements with is also a favourite, it gives him full control and makes sure he get’s something he wants

Lucifer keeps his hips steady so there’s never any unnecessary thrusting, his thighs close you in and keep you locked.

He’s calm and composed, his loads are large and thick, he doesn’t have much time to relieve himself sexually between these sessions

Mammon:

Mammon can’t keep himself composed while you’re down there, he’s a blushy mess as you take him in your mouth, but the one thing that drives him crazy? When you pump him cock, look him in the eye, and bite your lip.

He can’t keep his breath steady at all, his thighs and hips jolt and thrust as you bob your head up and down him, he tries to compose himself so he doesn't appear weak but he just can’t help it

Me mutters your name over and over and cums quickly

His loads are small and liquid, he has sexual dreams about you very often and wakes up to pleasure himself

Leviathan:

Leviathan’s hips are the worst, he can’t control them even a little. You have to pin his hips down to even try to keep him steady. His tail wraps around your legs or your stomach, desperate to draw you closer to him in some way.

He loves it when you roll your tongue over the slit of his dick, licking up his precum and staring him in the eyes with lust drooling from your pupils.

Leviathan’s hands are always gripping the nearest thing at his sides, be it his jacket, headphones, armrests, he will grab literally anything.

Levi takes a little bit of time to cum, hes nervous and takes a little while to get into the rhthym.

He cums in one load, stringy and thick with moans and whimpers littering the room, he jerks off every few days so he’s not pent up, not until he falls for you and finds it hard to beat off to anything but you

More under the cut!

Satan:

Satan is in control. He loves to be standing, having you on your knees, hands clamped onto his hips. You do all the work, his hands merely caress your cheek playfully, teasing you with his hands.

Licking up from his balls to his shaft will earn you a very audible moan, if you time it right he may even whisper your name

Outside Satan is calm and composed, but inside he’s unravelling, lip biting and furrowed brows as his body rebels against him, muscles trembling as he finally cums in your mouth

Satan takes his time to cum, watching you work for it, earning it, making sure you deserve it

He cums in spurts, thin and liquidy, spraying around a little, his fingers dig into your shoulder and his back hit’s the wall to keep him upright and composed as best he can.

Asmodeus:

The avatar of Lust knows what he wants, but he wants you to have a good time giving it to him. His hands thread through your hair, massaging your scalp and comforting you, making sure that you’re comfortable. If you’re enjoying it he’s enjoying it even more.

Asmo likes to lie down when you give him oral, he can let himself go and know that you’re loving it.

One of his favourites is when you kiss his stomach and jerk him off, your other hand pinching one of his nipples.

Asmo can expertly control his hips and thrusts, helping along with the rhythm, the tip hitting the back of your throat but no gag in sight.

He moans your name, like a melody in the wind, it tastes like a sweet bourbon warming your very soul on a cool winters night and only spurs on your own arousal.

He cums loudly, but he doesn't scream in pleasure, it’s a rehearsed scene he’s played a thousand times and perfected. His load is massive and thick, it’s sweet and addicting as you swallow.

Beelzebub:

Beel can lift you with one hand and he is very aware of how strong he is so he doesn’t like to have his hands on your head while you’re pleasuring him, he doesn’t want to lose control and push you too hard unless you ask him to do that

He’s a whiner, hating it when your mouth leaves his dick for too long. Beel will pout and moan your name with puppy dog eyes, and how could you resist?

He loves to know you’re hungry for his dick, and especially his cum, feeling your teeth slides lightly against the skin drives him wild, his hips jolt as you suck him off, he can feel how ravenous you are for him.

Beelzebub’s loads are the thickest, they’re small but so thick, his moans loud and roaring as he releases, hands clenching at the shirt he has between his teeth.

Belphegor:

Belphie had a lot of wet dreams, more since falling for you, he humps the mattress, or pillows he’s sleeping in. His dreams are so vivid he’s not always sure he’s awake so when you’re sucking him off he get’s a little bratty.

He sniggers and pushes his hips into you, sticking his tongue out between his teeth as you look up at him but as you continue he loses himself.

He mewls and unravels, burying his face in his pillows or the crook of his arm, feeling your tongue roll around the head with your thumb massaging a vein at the base, and your other hand fondling his balls softly.

Belphegor’s hips jolt every so often when he’s truly enjoying it, panting and softly moaning before cumming abruptly, biting into the closest thing to his mouth to stop him from being loud.

He cums one thin stream with droplets, his cock twitches the most out of his brothers.

Diavolo:

He’s not a prince of a country, he’s the prince of a whole realm. He has a strong bloodline with even stronger genetics, his cock is girthy and long, you can barely fit half in your mouth but fuck if he doesn’t like to see you try.

He loves to take you into closets at RAD and demand you please him, nothing can like you, not anymore.

He stands against the wall, watching you try your best to fit him in your mouth, but he loves it when you take him to the back of your throat and look up at him with those eyes of yours, they say sorry but there’s that hint of lust that makes him want to fuck you.

Diavolo’s hips move of their own accord, he tilts his head back and let’s himself guide your head. One time you lifted his thigh over your shoulder and that drove him crazy.

He comes alot and you have to swallow it all or he’ll make you pay next time, he’s made that point quite a few times. His cum tastes sweet so really? You don’t mind at all.

Sometimes he can go multiple times so be ready.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #leviathan obey me #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #shall we date #swd #bal writes #smut #fanfic #NSFW//#nsft

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soliavenne · 3 years

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Body Worship

- Genre: Not safe for work, but still appropriately horny though. Horny jail time wouldn’t last too long. :p

- Word count: 1.6k

- Format: Bulleted headcanons

Hope you enjoy!

It had been a series of slow and gradual realization for so long, but by the time the confession leaves his mouth, your breath would still be taken by the end of his whisper.

It certainly didn’t come off strong and early, it was rather a multitude of hesitant, self-initiated approach for affection from Gaara’s side to be honest.

The moment you and Gaara have established an agreement in terms of what’s comfortable regarding skin-to-skin contact, you have always been the bolder one of the two to initiate it.

You didn’t want to scare him off, so you took your time and patience in letting him be comfortable bit by bit.

Giving his hand a brief, comforting squeeze as you two walk in the streets of Suna before taking it back right away in case he wasn’t comfortable in displaying affections in public for extended period of times.

A hug from behind just before he opens the door to leave for the day; a kiss on the cheek by tomorrow before you let him go.

A kiss on the forehead as you find him passed out on a nap in his office, a nap he had already woken up from the moment you walked into his office due to his heightened senses as a shinobi. Gaara would secretly wish you stole a kiss on his lips, too; and he would flush at such racy thought.

Kissing his knuckles gently as you try to get him to take a rest from writing.

Soon enough, the endearing warmth of your affections would have him from being too bashful to even speak to slowly returning the intimacy back.

Cooking something at the moment and you weren’t able to welcome him home by the door? Expect the surge of warmth enveloping you from the back as Gaara wraps his arms around your waist and whispers right to your ear.

“I’m home, my love.”

The next time it happens, he’ll have the courage enough to gently nudge his cheek against your face to feel your warmth against him.

Soon enough before you hug him from his back as begins his day as the Kazekage once again, he had already turned around to give you a hug and kiss your forehead goodbye

He’d tell you the food you're cooking smells amazing before pressing a slightly-wet kiss against your jaw.

And then before you even realize it, it finally begins to unfold.

His hands always seem to find its way towards you.

You’d reach out first to hold his hand, but the gradually tightening grip to let you know he’d love to hold onto your hand a little longer would be under his own initiative this time.

Gaara soon develops a habit of holding your hand in front of his face, memorizing every curve and embedded lines upon it; fiddling rather playfully with your fingers before pressing his thumb softly against your palm.

Afterwards, he draws it closer to his lips before kissing your wrist endearingly.

It was one of his favorite spots, really.

But… just how many spots are yet to be unravelled as his favorite?

He had always been rather tame during your first makeout sessions.

His hands would stay in place, not until you guide it yourself and tell him he could touch you there.

But the wonder of time did ripen his resolve and strengthen his confidence, and soon enough, his hand would always rest upon the side of your neck as you kiss him.

His hands are always starved for warmth, his thumb would stroke circles upon your jaw; his other digits would stroke the area below your earlobe before tracing the outer shell of your ear.

As soon as he develops his own footing to kiss you on his own authority; you’d always find him nibbling and sucking your lip.

Another favorite spot, huh.

Gaara would leave your pout almost red and swollen, as if it would slyly whisper to the one who catches its appearance the next day that someone had just lapped and suckled on it all night.

Greedily.

Your jaw line would always be peppered with pecks, and your neck is just helplessly bound by now to be lapped on needily.

Gaara would always ask for your permission before he suckles on your neck. He wouldn’t take in your skin too deep into his mouth, and the barely even there pressure of his suckling would leave the faintest evidence. He wouldn’t be bold enough to leave a red, screaming mark upon your neck for others to see.

The area just below the tail of your collarbone though is rather a fun, little secret for the both you; and the smallest of smirk would grace his lips as you try to opt for a higher collared shirt the next morning.

What lies beyond lower and the steadily increasing desire for Gaara to worship it would leave you breathless and shaking by the end of it.

Your breasts make him weak.

He would always find himself marvelling at the sight of it; clothed or naked, it doesn’t matter. He’d sometimes feel guilty at the jab of filthy thought as his catches onto the soft contour of your teats pressing against the fabric of your shirt.

But at the naked sight of it right before his eyes? He’d be too busy admiring and working himself up to offer it the raw bliss it utterly deserves.

“So beautiful, Y/N…”

Rest assured that he would always take his sweet, sweet time.

The euphoria would start by the increasing pressured grip of his fist and the teasing stroke of his fingertips.

Gaara wouldn’t be able to take his hands off of it, the suppleness and the warmth as he kneads it under his palm is a sensation he was getting more addicted into.

He’d stare curiously at how your body reacts to him, and he would fluster at the sight of your hardening peak as he observes how much he was turning you on.

It was an innocent question on his part, but somehow; the way his deep, breathy voice rang the inquiry right into your ear made you blush deeper.

“Does this mean you feel aroused, my love?”

He’s just so damn drawn to touching and feeling them.

Sometimes when the position the two of you have found yourselves in renders him to sit behind your back, Gaara would look from behind your shoulders and take in the sight his hands fondling your teats selfishly. He’d bite his lip at the sight of his thumb and forefinger tracing circles upon your nipples before tugging on them softly. He’d sometimes brush tamed sharp edge of his nail to elicit a deeper note of bliss on its increasing sensitivity.

If Gaara is towering above you and he sees the lust on your face as you swallow in the view of his ministrations with a bite on your lip, you would have him needily pressing his stiffened cock against your still clothed heat.

The pleasure doesn’t end by his touch, not until his mouth gets to have its own, greedy share of attention as well.

Gaara gets rather… sloppy.

He would dribble his spit upon your hardened nub, allowing his tongue to coat it lasciviously with his saliva.

He would hold your breast in place possessively as he presses his tongue flat down upon it; the pressure rather teasing; eliciting a whine from you that’ll let him know that you wanted more.

As planned.

Gaara wouldn’t start suckling on it just yet though, he’d let the sharp tip of his tongue flick itself rapidly against it as it gets harder and harder upon every stroke.

He’d let his tongue run a full circle first before finally taking in the whole nipple into his mouth to suck.

He wouldn’t let the other be deprived of stimulation, his fingers would follow through right away the moment his mouth drags a sloppy, wet kiss towards the other nipple.

His cheeks would hollow as he continues to lap and suck on your nipple hungrily; and the way your grasp on his locks seem to tighten as jab of euphoria makes your body tremble would only increase his desire to suck it even harder.

Gaara would graze his teeth and bite it ever so, so softly; but the stark difference of the suppleness of his mouth contrasting against the rougher edge of his teeth would shoot a jolt of pleasure down your spine and make your back arch softly.

At this point you’re almost about to beg and tell him that he was making you feel way too good.

The newly-discovered basal thirst he has for your teats had been a treat for the both of you ever since.

You had once let him be on his own way; allowing him to smother your teats with wet, gripping attention out of curiosity regarding each other’s limits.

You had cum twice from nipple orgasm by the time his jaw had given up.

Gaara adores your waist and your hips, he loves the gentle, supple curve it under his hand; he even grows weaker for it as he holds you in place by it.

He loves leaving little kisses both of it; and your hips are another yet perfect spot for him to mark you up.

He loves the cooing gentle authority he is able to place upon it, especially when you’re rocking his hips against him as you take in the euphoria of riding his stiff cock.

Your supple thighs would always leave him weak. Wet, open-mouthed kisses are always expected to rain down upon it.

Gaara loves the friction that the back of your thigh offers as he runs a loose grip upwards the area behind your knee, knowing damn well that what was about to happen next after he separates your thighs apart would have you moaning his name over and over.

“Part your legs wider for me, my love.”

“Gaara…”

“Please… let me show you how much I can never get enough of you…”

Gaara has his favorite spots.

But his utmost favorite by the end of it all would always be the entirety of you.

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#suna no gaara #sabaku no gaara #gaara of the sand #gaara smut #gaara of the desert

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savagetrickster · 4 years

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Caffeine Rush (NSFW) | BNHA

anime | character: bnha | bakugou katsuki

word count: 17,845

Themes/warnings: 18+, aged-up, praise kink, blowjob, fingering, spanking, overstimulation, swearing, mild degradation, unprotected sex

The office building that made Ground Zero agency was quiet and still. The appointed office hours were over hours back.

Most staff had already retired for the day. Among the black, lifeless screens on the desks, only hers stayed running bright and full of words on its screen.

The cursor behind the word on the tail of her report was left to blink repetitively as she dragged her feet to the pantry.

Her head felt numb with mental exhaustion as the weight of the nearing deadline reared its ugly head once again as the dreading thought of it reminded her again. The uneasiness and brooding anxiety that it brought about was no help in elevating the stress on her.

Between her heavy thoughts about the report taunting her from her computer screen, her legs brought her to the coffee machine.

Her hand fell into a mechanical motion as it placed her mug on the dispenser and lifted to press the Espresso option on the LED screen.

This was her third cup...no, fourth. Wait, or was it the sixth?

It didn’t even matter anymore.

She just needed to get through one more night of slaving away to finish it, and she would be fucking done with this long-due paperwork.

It was stupid of her to procrastinate so much; now she had to pay the price.

In the lonely silence of the pantry, her weary eyes watched the dark coffee dribble over her mug, sending one central ripple across the smooth steaming surface.

Her hand returned its grip to the handle once again, tugging it out of the dispensing holder.

A yawn left her as she turned away and instantly greeted with a startled-

“Fuck-” As the coffee in her mug was sent swishing and splashing over its rim as her hand collided into something solid with a curt jerk.

The scalding sting over her hand made her hiss. Her eyes flew up with irritation, her mouth opening to yell.

And she froze.

Then her eyes widened, horror seeping in when she realized she was staring at the angry face of...Ground Zero himself.

Her eyes followed his gaze down to the coffee dripping off his pants.

Well, shit.

A hasty jumble of ‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry’ tumbled out of her mouth as she placed down her mug on the countertop behind while her other hand tore a handful of paper towels.

Her knees met as she quickly lowered herself before his stained pants.

Maybe it was the nights spent over the stupid report.

Maybe it was the coffee.

It seemed that all common sense or whatever would have kept her from grabbing the front of her boss’s pants had died along with her overworked brain cells.

Her apologies continued stumbling out of her mouth as her hands worked in a hasty pace on his pants, her eyes focused on wiping away the spillage.

Too caught up in her guilt and her panic to realize anything else-

The warmth in her hands was trying to pull away.

The stuttering mess of curses uttered above her.

The stiffening within her grasp.

He just returned from a long day outside to take some stuff and his craving for the aromatic bitterness of coffee was what brought himself straight to the pantry the moment he stepped through the main door.

It was absurd to think he would end up being groped by a female employee in the pantry. The brewing words he wanted to yell at the woman with fell at every brisk rub down him.

Bakugou could feel the resisting voice bubbling in his chest growing quieter at every stroke.

Fuck. While this was bizarre and all to him, the jolting thrill running up his length sent a delicious chill up his spine.

A particular thrill of friction brushing over the protruding vein on his clothed erection shook his next breath out of him.

Loud and harsh enough to draw her eyes up to him, her hands pausing.

And was met with a flustered yet irritated face glaring back at her.

Her eyes drifted back to her hands blankly at where her fingers were wrapped around - something was thick and kinda...lengthy.

In her hands was Ground Zero’s...oh wow.

She always had dirty thoughts about her boss but damn, this was not what she had ever imagined herself doing.

Along with muscular, lean built and tall stature that could give models a run for their money, the bulge accentuated in his flattering, somewhat fitting pants was a big distraction for the females in his agency...or maybe it was just her.

Exactly as she had imagined, he was indeed...big in her hands.

And it was...

Her fingers tightened slightly. ...hard.

A responsive jolt accompanied by a hissing curse made her jump, slapping her with a cold splash of realization.

Shit.

That she was on her knees in her company’s pantry, caressing her boss’s cock.

Oh shit.

Her hands flinched away from him as if scalded and her legs scrambled to get her away. A bright, red blush colored the flustered horror on her face.

She was so fired.

So so FIRED-

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Her eyes raised to find him looking down at her with a towering glare brimming with impatience and frustration.

“You think you can just get away like this?”

“I’m so sorr-”

“Weren’t you just fondling with my cock?” His usual husky voice sounded rougher and breathless. “Who the fuck said you can stop?”

She stared, stunned. Wondering whether her ears were failing her as well.

But clearly they weren’t because she could hear an intriguing strain in his voice.

The struggle in his gruffness and the red eyes prodding into her sent a needy ache within her, feeling a gush of her arousal soaked through her panties underneath her dress.

A slip of her eyes from his face, a shiver ran through her at how his nipples on his well-defined pecs were poking through the tight clad of his hero costume on him.

Her eyes slipped even lower.

The huge tent prodding through his pants made her eyes waver and her breath quivered through her lips.

Was she high from all the coffee? Or had she officially gone nuts?

She wasn’t sure what, but she didn’t even want to care.

The man of her dreams himself was offering himself to her.

She could feel her body trembling with a strong ache. The long, yearning ache that had followed her through the years and pushed her to join his agency.

An ache to be filled by Bakugou Katsuki, the world’s second strongest man.

An ache to feel him shove his cock into her.

An ache to make her wild thoughts about him come true.

She felt the last straining thread holding herself back snap as her hands flew forward, immediately working on the buckle around his waist.

Her lips were stretched over his leaking cock as soon as it sprang free from his pants.

The pre-cum spilling over from his swollen tip smeared over her lips as she moaned giddily at the melting heat in her mouth.

The hand tugging harshly onto her hair dug even more pressure into her scalp as a throaty groan joined her muffled moan.

“Ye-Yeah, show me what you’ve got.”

A grin stretched across Bakugou’s face as he pressed himself harder into her, feeling his cock sink deeper into her warm cavern, her moans spiked with a choke.

��And I’ll give you a good one later.”

His hand left her head to join the other clutching onto the edge of the countertop behind her.

Her walls clenched to his words just as her eyes watered at the pressure pressed to the back of her throat.

Fuck, he was as thick as she had guessed. But she had never imagined he would be so...veiny.

She drew back and relished in the heavy pants and moans from above, tracing her tongue daringly across the trails of veins running along with his lengthy girth.

Her hands raised to join her mouth, adding on with tightening squeeze as she lingered at the tip of his bulging cock.

A slow, elaborate lick across the weeping slit on it, her throat swallowed with a deep gulp.

Almost instantly, a dragging grunt rumbled through his body.

Humming in delight at what she heard, her cheeks hollowed as she started to suckle heatedly over the hot running tip.

Within the firm grip of her hand, she could feel his thick girth filling up, growing thicker as she welcomed more pre-cum into her.

The husky moans from above light a smirking glint in her eyes as she reached a hand up his length and clamped over his balls with a teasing curt squeeze.

Immediately, the husky moans from him hitched with a broken grunt.

Her walls clenched tight at how erotic that sounded.

“Y-You take my cock so well. Do you think you deserve to be fucked by me?”

The small collected pool of her own arousal on the floor beneath her heated cunt was rained upon by another surge as her walls convulsed with need.

“No, I-I don’t,” His stiff cock popped free from her mouth, a slick thread of her saliva remained connected to its flushed, bloated tip.

“Bu-But Bakugou-sama, you deserve to be inside me.” Her eyes were fogged with hazy heat and her cheeks red.

Bakugou…

His cock spluttered another rush of pre-cum.

...-sama?

“I-I’ve been ready for you ever since I laid my eyes on you.”

His red eyes shook with his expelling breath as a carnal jolt rippled through him, his cock tightening even more with the growing pressure within.

“Strip completely,” His eyes blazed as he spat his order, “Get on that table and show me how much your pussy wants me then.”

Clothes were strewn on the floor in an irregular trail to the broad table sitting in the center of the pantry.

Propped by her arms behind her, her legs shook with effort to keep her thighs wide apart for him.

Her heated cunt wouldn’t stop leaking, trickles of her slick fluid continued to join the collected puddle on the table below as the man took his time to approach.

The way his hungry gaze sat fix on her weeping folds stretched wide enough for the chills from the air conditioner to tickle her.

Red eyes took in the sight before him greedily.

The clench of her eyebrows on her forehead

The way she bit down on her lower lips.

Her face flushed red and her breasts rising and falling with harsh pants.

And the way her raised thighs were spread wide apart for him.

“Look at you,” Bakugou stopped before her, his lips forming a smug smirk at the sight for the glistening trickles slipping out of her, “...Already dirtying my property with your slutty pussy.”

Her breathy pants spiked with a moan as he pressed two fingers to her clit, pinching it briefly before moving down.

A gathering of her warm arousal coated his fingers as they ran lightly over her-

“I haven’t even done shit yet,” -and paused to pry her sopping folds apart. “But fuck, you’re already so wet.”

A gasping whimper puffed out of her as his fingers pushed through the thick coat and into her aching walls.

The wet, lewd squelch dragged through the air as her wispy whimper rose to a drawn moan at the delicious thrill his fingers made as they bulldozed their way into her sensitive walls.

She found it hard not to stare at the way his erected, weeping cock prodded against his toned stomach. Wondering with a wistful sigh about how it would feel inside her.

“Ba-Bakugou-sama, I-” A rough shove of one more finger into her tore a startled cry through her words.

“You what?” His lips widened with a grin as his fingers curled and stretched teasingly within her pulsing walls.

“P-Please…”

Her eyes raised to his, staring back helplessly at the amusement in his dancing red eyes, trying not to give in to her aching desire to return to his cock. “...fuck me.”

Her struggle against her straying eyes was not missed.

“Aren’t my fingers already doing that?” His knowing grin widened. “Oh you mean...like this?”

His calloused fingers inside her suddenly sped, thrusting through her walls vigorously.

Gasping moans rode through her throat as fast, furious friction of the loud, lewd squelches accompanying his pumping fingers rubbed the heated air between them frantically.

The building pleasure within her was making her dizzy with euphoric fever as her moans rose.

Uncontrollable hot tears escaped her dazed, wavering eyes as she watched his fingers work heatedly between her wide opened thighs.

Her walls were convulsing, resonating with her urgent need to release the pent-up pressure inside her.

Not even coffee could keep her this awake.

The jolting thrills were shaking her overstimulated body. “Baku-Bakugou-sama, I’m-”

His fingers were ripped out of her before she could finish. A startled moan elicited out of her at the same time.

The slick threads connecting his fingers to her spilling cunt quivered as Bakugou brought his hand up, his eyes admiring the result of his work with a satisfied glint.

He brought his heavily coated fingers before her panting, parted lips with a smug, intense gaze.

“Clean up this shit.” His gruff voice was commanding and blunt.

Her lips immediately latched onto his fingers, hastily lapping up her own fluid. It tasted weird on her tongue, but she didn’t bother too much.

She could feel her body shivering with impatience and frustration. One big gulp down her throat, her eyes raised to him with anticipation, in time to see his hand run over his cock.

“I think it’s time I give you your little reward.” His eyes met hers. “Be grateful that I, Ground Zero, even considered putting my cock inside you.”

“Tha-Thank you, Ground Zero.” Her eyes followed his hand as it slid over his swollen tip.

“Bakugou-sama suits your mouth better. Eyes up here,” The edge in his voice hardened. Her eyes raised to his obediently. “Thank me properly if you want me inside now.”

A thrill jolted through her cunt.

Fuck, in her head where her imagination ran wild, he was always the dominating one but witnessing it with her own eyes...Shit, she never knew he could be any more sexier.

“Thank you, Bakugou-sama.” A sultry purr reverberated in her chest as she sighed giddly at the sinful sight the way his leaking arousal was giving away his own needs for her cunt.

Today was probably by far the best day of her life. The sex gods if there were any, were smiling down on her.

“Now, get down onto the floor on all fours.”

Her slick arousal cascaded down her thighs the moment she eagerly set herself on her knees. Her softly arched back accentuated her ass as her excitement ran through her throbbing walls.

A shuddering chill ran up her spine at the light brush of his cock across her protruding ass as Bakugou planted himself behind her.

His eyes narrowed at the gap between her thighs.

“Is this how you show me your gratitude?” His hand landed on her butt cheek with a harsh slap. She responded to him with a sharp cry as her body jolted.

“Open wider.” A sharp sting rang across her other butt cheeks as another slap landed.

“...And I’ll fuck you like the little slut you are.”

His words sounded so...hot to her ears.

With a shivering whimper, she obeyed, lowering herself with forearms propped shakily on the floor beneath her.

Her butt cheeks spread open as she pushed her thighs apart for him.

His breath shuddered out of him as he watched the quivering threads of her slick fluid stretched, following the widening space between her sopping folds she made from parting herself.

All these...

A strangled groan escaped him.

...for him.

The tight pressure strained in his bulging girth even more. Fuck, he couldn’t wait anymore.

His hand slipped up her arched back and wrapped itself tightly around the end of her long hair, her back arching even more to his firm grip on her, as his other slathered his needy cock over her dripping slit.

The delirious whimper shuddering down to her cunt fanned his carnal ache to shove himself in.

The tightening grip on her hair was her only warning before his hip shot forward. His cock plunged through the pouring flow of her arousal and buried completely into her in one powerful rut.

The bright flash of pleasure searing through the sudden big, wide stretch of her cervix forced a choked moan out of her, hot tears spilling out of her widened eyes at how thick he was.

“Fu-Fuck,” A trembling grunt shook out of his lips as he drew himself back through the walls clamped in a vice-like grip around him. “What a tight little bitch you are-”

His cock rammed in one bruising thrust, shoving an instantaneous sharp cry out of her mouth.

More continued to tumble out of her as he continued to hammer into her, his hand tugging harshly onto her hair like it was his rein.

The other hand in a clutching grip on her hip as his cock drove fiercely through her pulsing walls.

Helpless sobbing moans forced out her mouth at every rough snap of his hip. Her eyes nearly rolled back every time he pounded into her.

A sly grin stretched his panting lips as he thrusted mercilessly into her

“Too much for you?” A slap on her ass drew another cry from her.

Somewhere between his powerful ruts, his hand had left her hair and joined the other on her hip in a harsh grip.

His intense gaze glared into her as she staggered weakly on her shaky arms with giddy whimpers and groans. She was a slobbering mess beneath his towering stance.

“Keep up with me.” A growl ripped through his words as he gave her another slap on her ass.

In the smothering heat ramming between her clenching walls, she was beginning to see white flashes behind her fluttering blinks.

Blazing brighter and brighter as she felt his rushing cock push her fast to the edge. She couldn’t anymore.

It was too...

“Ba-Bakugou-sama!”

A tattered shriek broke her voice as a starburst of electrifying ripple shattered through her shaking body, her orgasm instantly flooding his relentless cock with her rich arousal.

The hiss sifted through his gritted teeth as Bakugou bit back a groan at the hot burst and her rapidly gripping walls that were engulfing him greedily.

Fuck. This was it for him too.

Along with the squeezing tightness around him, the overpowering load in his cock forced the rolls of his hip to grow hectic and furious.

Her fleeting moans joined his breathless groans as he chased his own release with a fervor blazing in his red eyes, ramming hot blistering thrusts into her.

His desperate thrusts were accompanied with slippery, frantic squelches loud enough to mingle with harsh claps of their slapping skin as his hip met with her flushed ass heatedly.

One particularly sharp, powerful thrust forward forced a growling moan shredding through his mouth as his hip snapped into her and buckled erratically.

A loud sultry groan dragged through her throat as she felt the bulging tip of his swollen cock nestle into the deepest part of her with a rough prod.

The hot burst of his thick rich seed spluttering fiercely inside her made her eyes roll back.

The back of his muscular thigh clenched as he held his spurting cock snug inside her, expelling a wavering satisfied sigh.

Her dragging groan ended with a delirious whimper as she relished in the warm fullness inside her, her walls stirring their mixed fluid with fluttering clenches.

One thought ran in her hazy head as she crumbled to the floor, amused and amazed.

That she had done it.

Her dreams came true.

That she had actually fucked one of the hottest men alive.

#bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki #bnha smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha katsuki x reader #mha smut #mha bakugou #mha bakugo x reader #mha bakugo katsuki #anime smut #katsuki smut #katsuki bakugo imagine

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dancingwiththeplanets · 3 years

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An Angel Amongst Demons - chapter two

Boba Fett x fem!reader

chapter 1 / masterlist

Summary: A few days after the incident in the throne room, Boba hovers around you like a shadow worried you’ll leave him. You try to reassure him through small, intimate moments with him that there’s no place you’d rather be.

A/N: Really trying to expand on the idea that a gorgeous palace lays hidden underground/ behind the throne room! Also, I think we can all start calling this Boba’s Palace now, jabba is gone. Sorry for the low quality edit it’s my first one haha

Warnings: dancing!boba, protective!boba, suggestive content, plain old day at the palace, soft!boba, not a lot of content tbh but cute moments and we get to know our OC Mandos Raul and Enzo, I didn’t plan this out, im sorry

Word Count: 4.5k+

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The ballroom, though practically useless in its existence and never actually having served its purpose, has recently become one of your favorite rooms in the palace. Initially, you didn’t know what to do with the space. It’s not like Boba seized at the idea of throwing a ball and inviting a group of strangers into the palace, providing anyone the opportunity to discover the secrets hidden behind the throne room. Let alone risk letting an adversary sneak their way in and stirring up trouble.

Nonetheless, you’ve taken it upon yourself to spruce the place up. It is, after all, one of the grander rooms in the castle, with paintings coating the ceiling and the walls bordered with columns.

It’s actually extremely beautiful, you’ve decided, wiping your forehead against your light-blue sleeve, frowning when it comes back brown from the dust that’s stuck to your face. It seemed like a sensible thing to wear this morning. A loose fitting blue blouse with flowy pants to match, secured in the middle by a slightly darker sash. Your pant legs were tucked into your boots so as not to get in the way. It was one of the more cozy and plain things you owned, though not poor in quality by any standards. The fabric was refined, flowy and soft against your skin. Quite honestly, even in your working clothes, you looked nicer than you felt you deserved to. But far be it for Boba to allow his princess to wander around in anything but the best.

The week you’d moved in was a busy one, filled with surprises and adjustments that were quite honestly overwhelming. You arrived at Boba’s palace with a literal sack over your shoulder, enough to stash your small wardrobe of two garments and a few trinkets of personal value. Tatooine was a simple place, you only owned what you absolutely needed. And you, being a young and simple waitress at the local cantina, could barely make enough to cover your cost of living. You were never awarded the luxury of having needless objects.

The first few days of your arrival, Boba had stuck to your side like glue, making sure you got around okay and had everything you needed. Initially, he’d even had a seperate room made up for you to stay in. It was absolutely beautiful, by far the lightest room in the entire palace, though lacking in a window. It was one of the biggest, not as impressive as his own chambers, but still spacious. He decorated the room with paintings and furniture and accented the space with hues of blue and gold. Unfortunately, the pretty room barely got any good use out of it.

Boba escorted you to your quarters on your first night, cradling your chin and kissing your forehead at the door, bidding you goodnight. He reminded you where you could find something to sleep in, having delighted himself in surprising you with an entirely new wardrobe.

You pulled on a satin, lavender slip, admiring the foreign material for a long while as it weighed so delicately on your form. You took your time readying yourself for bed before crawling in and feeling engulfed by pillows. Once you settled, left alone to your anxious thoughts and feelings, you suddenly felt overwhelmed by the exquisite room embracing you. A flutter of giddiness and exhilaration filled you, your mind and body enraptured by the day's events. You felt absolutely spoiled.

Feeling bold on an entirely unnatural level, you slipped away from the warm, velvety comforter and tiptoed to the door. With a rush of courage, your hand met the handle and you stepped out, bare feet cold against the tile floor. You peeked around before quickly darting down the hall, forever grateful that not a soul was around to see your practically naked form running by, before ascending the stairs that led to Boba’s door.

You lifted your hand, your knuckle knocking gently three times against the rough surface.

You heard Boba shifting on the other side of the door, tugging down on your nightgown that just barely cleared your thighs. The hinges of the door creaked as they turned, opening slowly to reveal a very smug looking Boba in just his underclothes.

He hummed, eyes tracing over your form with a shake of his head. “Wandering the halls looking like that.” He chided, gently grabbing you by the waist and pulling you through the door, “That’ll get you into trouble, little one.”

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You smile as you recall the memory. Suffice to say, you didn’t end up sleeping in your own quarters that night, or any night after that, for that matter. Though Boba’s honorable gesture in providing you with your own space was not lost on you.

Continuing on with your endeavors, you move to stand from your crouch on the ground, simultaneously trying to tighten the blue sash wrapped around your middle. You gasp as you run into a hard surface, exhaling in relief as Boba braces you in front of him.

Mumbling an apology, you watch as his helmeted face looks you up and down, steady hands holding you out from him.

“What?” You ask, a smile making its way to your cheeks.

“Your outfit, it...looks like something I wore as I boy.” He says adoringly, now fondling the blue sash at your hips.

You glance down again at your form, a matching blue blouse and trousers tucked into simple black boots. “I...look like you as a young boy?” You counter, earning a deep chuckle from your lover.

“Well I looked rather plain in it,” He says, “I don’t think I looked half as radiant as you do.”

“So you do like it?” You ask.

“Of course I like it,” He grins, “I bought it.”

You shake your head as you carry on with your tasks, allowing Boba to shadow your movements for a while before leaving you again to carry on with his own agenda.

You spend the next few hours actively scrubbing away at the room, feeling especially motivated to complete it, not like all the other half-finished rooms scattered about the palace, which is partly your fault. But the ballroom felt different, once you dusted away all the grime and filth and replaced the lighting in the ceilings to give the room more life, it really started to come together. Unfortunately, your previously clean clothes and skin were paying the price for the hard work being done, you definitely looked a little worse for wear. Wisps of hair beginning to tickle your cheeks from where they’d fallen loose from your braid.

Currently, you were taking extra care to polish a beautiful mosaic decorating the inside of an archway. Thousands of small, colorful shards lined neatly together to form the image of a bold Tatooine sunset. One of the few grand beauties your home planet was known for. A surprisingly lovely work of art left behind, albeit not properly cared for, by the previous inhabitants of the palace.

You admire the artwork for a while after polishing it to near perfection, letting your bum fall to the floor and legs splay out comfortably in front of you. Your wrists support your upper body, arms holding you up as you lean back onto them, head tilting lazily to one side.

You find yourself distracted from your glossed over gaze by Boba, who seems to have wandered his way in here for the third time today. Enzo tails him a few paces behind, but stops to stand guard idly by the door. You can’t imagine he or Raul feel as though they serve any real purpose wandering these empty halls, probably much preferring when they get to patrol the throne room or secure the perimeter.

Boba approaches you, pausing over your fatigued form and huffing out a laugh when you don’t move to stand, instead opting to gaze up at him with tired, doe eyes. He holds a hand out to you and you groan, placing your palm in his as he hoists you up.

“The room looks lovely.” He says, voice raspy through the modulator as he looks around.

The praise makes you smile. “Come see what I found,” You say, leading him by the hand. You open a large dresser to the right, stuffed full of old vinyls and a polished record player sitting proudly atop. You carefully choose a record, placing it beneath the needle and starting the track, allowing it to play soothingly in the background as you guide him around the rest of the room.

He follows you around, listening to you babble about the lovely art on the ceiling and how nice the light looks coming through the one, boxy window at the top. He watches the childlike sparkle and admiration in your eyes as you point out different things you’ve noticed, the excitement trickling out in your tone.

His mind contemplates how different this life is from the one you used to have. You went from a one room, compact home, just barely big enough for your small bed, to a palace filled with grand staircases, hallways and countless bedrooms, a blissful dream in your eyes. Nevermind the fact that you were still stuck on Tatooine. In fact, you seemed happy to stay, oddly attached to the sandy planet, something Boba found amusing.

A couple trips around the room later, and a few songs having gone by, the two of you now stand in the center of the empty room. Him, groaning in protest, and you, placing his hand on your waist yet again. You’ve spent the last few minutes trying to teach him a basic waltz, something your father had taught you when you were little. A rare memory you shared with him before he...well-

“Boba,” You scold with a giggle, “Try again.” Your request earns you another frustrated grumble from your partner. At some point you were able to coerce him into dancing with you, having pleaded desperately when your favorite classic came on. “C’mon, you nearly had it that time!”

He sighs loudly, tilting his helmet in an exasperated fashion. “Last time,” He says with finality, his finger raised in your direction.

You nod your head, an amused grin spread wide on your face.

He holds tight to your waist and reaches for your other hand, a final effort to humor you.

“And...1, 2, 3...1, 2, 3..” You begin moving again to the music, trying to swallow the snicker working its way up at the image of your armored partner staring at your feet for guidance. Visor following your every move, looking unsure and sloppy and quite honestly graceless.

You jump at the voice of a forgotten presence in the room.

“No! No, no, no, boss.” Enzo finally pipes up, his silent and judgemental self unable to be contained any longer. He moves forward with a swagger in his step as he struts towards you from his previous position against the wall, “You’ve gotta lead her by the waist,” He says pointedly, reaching for you “Observe-”

Boba’s arm shoots out, blocking Enzo by the pauldron, “You touch her, you're a dead man.” He growls, deflecting his attempt to take you by the waist.

You jerk slightly at the interaction, rolling your eyes and waiting for the show of dominance to subside.

Enzo’s hands raise in surrender, bowing away respectfully before returning to his earlier stance, no doubt a grin slapped on beneath his visor.

Boba’s hand returns to your waist with a shake of his head, noting your half-suppressed chuckle, evidently amused by the encounter.

“Alright,” He grunts, “once more.”

You start counting aloud, moving at a pace Boba can keep up with. You step out on the final eight count and slowly twirl back into his arms, your back now braced against his front. He tugs at your hips, holding you closer, “Mm,” He hums in your ear as you sway in your position, “Well I do like this.”

The sound of his accented voice filtering through the modulator sends a shiver down your spine, and you breathe out a light exhale as he releases you a moment later, turning you to face him.

“See,” You sigh, “You can dance.”

He hums in response, turning around to retrieve his weapon.

You move to face your hired gun, again leaning casually against the entryway.

“Do you actually know how to dance, Enzo?” You ask, reflecting on his earlier attempt at an intervention.

“-Wouldn’t matter if he did.” Boba interjects loudly over his shoulder, dismissing any ideas before they transpired.

You hear a light chuckle emitting through Enzo’s modulator, turning back to see his stance remaining motionless aside from the slight jerk in his shoulders.

Boba returns to your side, tapping his forehead against yours in an obvious farewell.

Your head falls heavily to one side as you tenderly hold one of his gloved hands, fingers tracing the rough fabric of his own. “Is that all the time you’ve allotted for me today, my king?” You say, a teasing smile pulling at your lips.

“Duty calls, I’m afraid.” He replies, “But perhaps I’ll come find you in a bit, see what further progress you’ve made.”

You nod, a slight frown tugging on your lips. You hesitate raising the concern suddenly weighing in your mind.

Ever since the incident with Crane occurred, Boba’s been...watchful. It’s not that he wasn’t protective of you before, it’s just that in the past few days he’s been protective of you in an entirely different way. He’s been hovering and checking in on you almost compulsively. Whereas before he seemed to want to keep you away during the busy hours of his day, now he seemed to want you near enough to reach in a moment's notice. Almost as if he’s worried you’ll abandon him when he’s not looking.

You wonder how he can still feel so worried after sharing such a fun and intimate moment with you.

So, you’ve given him some extra leeway, allowing him to hover to his heart's content until he seems secure in knowing that you’re not going anywhere.

That being said, you really didn’t mind Boba’s loitering close by to wherever you happened to be, you only wish you knew he wasn’t doing it because of the events that conspired earlier in the week.

“Boba,” You say lightly, catching his arm as he turns. “You don’t need to keep checking up on me, I’m not...you know I’m not going anywhere, right?”

He pauses at your words, hands stilling in their endeavor to tighten up loosened pieces of clothing and armor. You hope you haven't upset him in calling out his unusual conduct.

He averts his gaze to the side, pausing a moment before turning back to you. “I know.” He says nodding, a slight hint of defeat in his tone.

You hope perhaps some flattery will comfort him, stepping closer and lifting your gaze to meet his own. “My king,” you say in admiration, “You are a very busy man. You have a planet to rule. And an underworld to dominate. There are many things that I know put strain and worry in your mind, but whether or not your partner will still be here when you go looking for her should not be one of them.”

He doesn’t make any movements, and the face of his visor does little to allow you access to his thoughts.

“What I mean to say is,” You continue, “Go rule your empire. Your princess is safely stashed away in the palace you’ve encompassed her in.”

He breathes out a chuckle, and you smile, “I am happier here with you than I ever thought I’d be. I don’t want to be anywhere you won't be too, Boba Fett.” You reiterate your words from your conversation a few days ago. One that both started and ended with the two of you in tears. A rare moment between the two of you indeed. An exceedingly painful incident for him, having showcased the true depth of his love for you in such an unexpected and vulnerable way. And for you, to have seen the strongest and most fearless man you have ever known brought down to his knees, in tears, was absolutely gut-wrenching, especially in knowing that his own insecurities about your love had driven him to feel such fear.

You squeeze his arm and kiss the cheek of his helmet in valediction. His unmoving visor lingering on your face for an extended moment.

Boba’s hand makes its way to the back of your head, pulling you forward slightly before gently meeting you in the middle with his own helmet. Your foreheads pressed together in an intimate and tender kiss.

He pulls away silently, giving you a nod, a gesture you return with a small smile before watching him exit the room, Enzo in tow.

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You make your way to the kitchens, stomach growling unhappily at having been neglected all afternoon.

You pause under the doorway.

“I’ve seen you far too much today,” You sigh, feigning exasperation at the sight of Enzo shifting through the pantry for a meal to take to his room.

He stops his digging, turning to face you standing under the doorway before spinning back around.

“Vod’ika,” He greets, “Soup?” He holds a can up over his shoulder while reaching for a pot below the stove.

“No, thanks.” You say, approaching his station.

You pick up the canister of tomato soup, looking it over. “I doubt this tiny thing is even enough for just you.”

He glances down at the can in your hand. “I’ll do two then.”

You roll your eyes, what is it with these massive Mandalorians and not understanding proper nourishment?

“No, no.” You chide, “At least attempt to incorporate a healthy balance into your diet. Something with protein, maybe? Make a grilled porg-and-cheese melt to go with the soup. You can dip it in the broth, it’s delicious.”

His teal visor meets your face, shifting in uncertainty. “Can you do it?”

You sigh, “Fine.”

You get out the sandwich makings, opting to make one for yourself as well. You smear the bantha butter along four pieces of bread and grill them on a pan, layering sliced porg and cheese slices afterward.

You hear footsteps approaching the kitchen just as you’re pulling the finished sandwiches off the stove.

“Raul!” You greet with a smile, Enzo’s head whips in your direction. “We’re making sandwiches, want one?”

“You never sound that excited to see me.” Enzo declares.

You giggle at the accusation, sliding his sandwich onto a plate and handing it to him.

“Can I make you one, Raul?” You repeat.

He sighs, “No kid, thank you.” He steps forward and pulls Enzo’s plate from his hands, placing it away from him on the counter.

“Aye!” Enzo protests, wanting to transport his hot meal to his room so he could eat.

“We work for her,” Raul says, articulating the ‘we’ with an exaggerated hand gesture between the two of them. “You should be making her sandwich, not the other way around.”

“Oh, don’t be silly.” You groan, looking between the pair of Mandalorians.

“Yeah, Raul,” Enzo mocks, a slightly more threatening air to his tone. He retrieves the stolen soup and sandwich, “Don’t be a di’kut.”

Raul’s helmet tilts slightly at Enzo’s words. Not knowing exactly what the word means, but starting to get an unsettling feeling in your stomach, you attempt to intervene, “Guys-”

Just a moment too late.

Raul clamps a hand on Enzo’s arm, jolting him back from trying to pass him. His hand smacks the plate out of Enzo’s hand, the glass shattering before it even reaches the floor, and the soup and sandwich splattering everywhere.

“I made that-” You frown.

Now with two free hands, Enzo grips Raul’s shoulders and shoves him back against the brick ovens, a rough grunt escaping Raul when his helmet meets the open face of a hanging pan.

“Please stop-” You yelp, wincing as Enzo’s fist uppercuts into the weak spot under Raul’s helmet.

For being half a head shorter and not as obviously built as his opponent, the Mandalorian in black and teal armor could sure hold his own.

Raul spits something out in mando’a, his words seething as he grabs onto the cuff of the smaller Mandalorians neck covering and throws him with little exertion to the floor. You hear the crunching of glass beneath Raul’s boots as he growls with a foot on pressing to Enzo’s chest in an effort to force him into submission.

“-I wish you guys wouldn’t always do this.” You sigh, not bothering to shout anymore over the sound of beskar scraping against beskar.

You slide from your seat, taking your sandwich with you as you circle around the room to avoid becoming collateral damage in the red Mandalorian’s show of dominance.

“I have never witnessed two people fight over something so stupid in my life!” You call out behind you, tearing a piece of your sandwich off and popping it into your mouth. Leaving the sound of metal crashing against stone behind you.

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You sigh when you finally reach your room, ascending the steps inside your chambers to reach the bedroom. You’re about to sit down on the bed when you catch sight of your reflection, covered in dust patches and knee stains from when you scrubbed against the floor. You opt to take a quick shower instead, washing out all the grime gathered in your hair and skin.

It takes a couple minutes of harsh scrubbing for the water to stop running off your body brown. You take extra care to wash behind your ears and around your hairline, where dirt likes to plant itself firmly.

You turn the water off when the last few soap suds slide off your hair, wrapping yourself in a warm towel.

Taking a glance out the window, you note that the suns are already setting low on the horizon, and resign yourself to just staying in for the rest of the night.

You pull on a slip dress and wrap yourself in Boba’s robe, inhaling his comforting, musky scent. You reach for your book on the nightstand before lighting a couple of candles around the space, creating a warm and cozy environment.

Satisfied with the aesthetic you set around you, you plop down on your bed and hope to get a few chapters into your novel before Boba gets home. Admittedly getting distracted a couple times by the stunning, shaded view out your window, exposing you to the last few moments of the captivating sunset.

Boba comes home a little over an hour later, the glow in your chambers now reduced to only a few lamps and the candlelight spread about your room, but enough to alert Boba of your presence.

You hear his heavy armored footsteps trudging up towards the bedroom. You turn your head expectantly when he reaches the top. Helmet in hand, he pauses for a moment upon seeing you, admiring the image of your figure wrapped up in his robe and curled up with a book, before stepping forward and greeting you with a kiss.

He pulls back, gaze immediately flickering to the window, probably having noticed it immediately upon entering the room but choosing to greet you before acknowledging it.

You groan internally, knowing what's coming.

“Mesh’la,” He hums, frowning at the open curtains exposing you to the darkness of the Tatooine night. A few dim lights from Mos Eisley shining in the distance. He steps forward to slide the curtains closed, you don’t complain, only having wanted them open for sunset. “What have I told you, little one? It's not safe to have these open.”

“I only just opened them, Boba.” You fib a little, hoping to reassure him.

He nods, unconvinced, before beginning to strip himself of his armor. You observe him unlatch the beskar piece-by-piece, placing the armor neatly in its designated chest.

He groans loudly when he sinks down beside you, arms raising behind his head.

You giggle at his tired show of soreness, eyes still glued to the pages of your book. “Old man,” You mutter.

“Watch it.” He growls lowly. You glance a peek at him, eyes closed heavily against his cheeks.

You ponder your bravery for a moment, sticking your nose back in your book before impulsively whispering, “Relic.” You shriek, bursting into a fit of laughter as he suddenly reaches over and wrestles the book out of your hands, using it to plant a harsh smack on your behind.

“Boba Fett!” You squeal, hands moving to shield your bum as the vibrations from his deep laugh shake the bed.

Still holding the book up in a threatening manner, a childlike gleam in his eyes, he challenges you, “Apologize.”

You consider tossing another remark out, eyes darting to the book in his hand, before deciding against it tonight.

Instead, you hoist yourself up onto your knees, allowing his robe to slowly slide down your form and meet the duvet, revealing the thin slip below. His closed-lip smile increases a little, eyes tracing down your form, book lowering slightly in the space above where he lay.

You crawl forward until your chest hovers above him, noses nearly touching, “My apologies, my king.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He deepens the kiss with a groan, your hand reaching back to grip your novel, which he allows you to slip from his fingers.

You let him attack you lips for another moment before you pull away. Having gotten what you wanted, you shift back to your side of the bed, turning to the page you left off at.

A deep chuckle rumbles out from Boba’s chest. “Alright, little one.” He says, “I'll let you play your game.”

He turns the light out on his side of the bed, pulling the blankets out and over the two of you before moving to embrace your form, leaning close to whisper in your ear, “-this time.”

A shiver runs down your spine and you try to resist the smile tugging at your lips, though you feel his own brushing against your ear in satisfaction.

“Tomorrow,” He says, shifting a little above you, “I’m heading into Mos Eisley with Fennec.

“What for?” You ask, finally marking your page and setting it aside.

“Nothing,” He grumbles, “I need to put on a little show of...authority, for a few people.”

You hum, “No big deal?” You question.

“Just a local inconvenience.” He gripes.

You nod slightly, not requiring any elaboration. You suppose you’ll have to entertain yourself tomorrow. “Well then, maybe I’ll have Raul teach me how to wield a dagger,” You quip, a grin back on your face.

Boba huffs out an amused puff of air, “I’d much prefer you with a blaster.” He says, apparently taking the idea seriously, “You don’t need to be up close to use it.”

“We’ll see then,” You say, standing to turn out the rest of the lights.

A single lit candle from your bedside table casts a warm glow over Boba’s face, eyes closed and head still leaning back against your bed-frame pillow.

“Get back on your side,” You chuckle, nudging him as you crawl back into your space.

“M’fine here.” He mumbles, leaning further over onto your pillow.

You smile, his body encasing yours and his nose presses into your neck.

“I’ll be fine here too you know.” You mutter, referencing the day you’ll be spending without his guard.

“You finally gonna stop worrying about me?” You tease, having received no response.

He shakes his head, snuggling deeper into your neck, “Never.”

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A/N pt.2: So I wrote this and I thought it was great then I read it back a few times and realized literally nothing happened haha im so sorry 😅😅😅

Literally spent too many hours on this not to upload though so I suppose here’s a filler chapter my bad lots of love 🥰

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Porcelain (Zhongli x Childe x Ayato x Thoma) ✦ 2.6k, shameless smut

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self indulgent horny stuff. childe and thoma are bottoms, everything is consensual and agreed upon beforehand. there's some slight CNC towards the end so please refrain from reading if that's triggering to you. a little childe-centric but everyone gets decent screentime i swear

cw: overstimulation, unprotected anal sex, anal fingering, ejaculation, consensual gay sex, blowjobs, handjobs, slight praise and degradation, CNC, erotic asphyxiation, use of collars and leashes, choking and gagging, rimming, blacking out

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

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helloo! can i request the brother with a virgin mc who’s really nervous when they get intimate because she’s scared she cant pleasure them? you can make it nsfw if you want. btw i really like your writing! i hope you have a good day 😊

Hello anon! Thanks for asking, I’ll be making this one nsfw! It’s pretty long since I included smut scenarios at the bottom of each, and as an opening to each hc! Just skip the italics if you don’t like nsfw or feel free to skip this whole thing if it’s not your style, random tumblr user ✨ And thank you I hope you have a good day too anon 🥺🥺

I’m such a kinky person who had to include tail fucking by levi even if no one agrees that is his kink and no one can tell me otherwise.

Brothers react to a f!virgin!MC (NSFW)

Lucifer

Quiet moans filled the air as Lucifer began undressing you. Taking off your blouse, he cupped your left breast through the cloth of your bra, eliciting a yelp from your slightly swollen lips. Slowly, he etched his hand down to your core, rubbing it.

Before he could continue, however, you let out little sobs. You thought you were ready for this, but could you really do it? You were a virgin and judging from his height he’s probably as giant down there as his ego is.

Would you even be enough for him? There’s no way, right? What if he wants you to do something? Are you just going to ruin the mood?

Confused, Lucifer immediately stops his actions and tries to console you. Did he do something wrong? Was he pressuring you into this? Did you not actually want him?

Covering your face with your hands, you tell him that you’re actually a virgin, and don’t know what you should be doing. Would he even be satisfied with you?”

“MC, darling, show me your face.” This was not a command, it was a request. He wanted you to look him in the eyes when he talks to you.

Bringing your arms down, you look up at him and start to cry a bit more. Was he going to berate you?

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, okay? I assure you, I want to do this with you, you are more than enough to satisfy me. And all you need to do is let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.”

Now a crying and blushing mess, you bring your head up to give him a quick peck on the lips, a sign telling him you want to continue.

Deepening the kiss, Lucifer easily starts the mood back up again. Kissing, biting, and sucking all over your neck down between your breasts. Dark purple hickies covered your body by the time he was finished. Somewhere along the lines of him biting and sucking, he had managed to discard your undergarments.

His finger slowly entered you as you stifle in a moan. As he fingered you, he gradually let you get used to it before adding a second, then third, and even a fourth. The sensation was so foreign to you, but oh so very welcomed. Clenching around his fingers, you let out a small cry that it feels weird, as your sticky fluids coat his fingers and trickle down your thighs.

Smiling down at you, he removes his fingers and licks them clean before kissing you and letting you taste a bit of yourself. “You’re doing perfect, what was there ever to worry about, love?”

Mammon

“Of course the human wants to do it with me, who wouldn’t?” Mammon semi-yelled in an attempt to cover his embarrassment. Taking both your hands in one of his, he slowly lowered you down on his bed as he gave you a kiss.

Before he could do anymore, you brought your knees up and told him to wait. He was sort of offended and embarrassed, but decided to listen to what you had to say.

“Im-a-virgin-please-be-gentle-with-me-and-don’t-make-fun-of-me-I-don’t-know-what-to-do-or-how-to-pleasure-you.” you very quickly said before burying your face inside of his pillows beside you.

“What was that MC? You gotta say it slower! Slower! Ya know?” Mammon responded. Truthfully, he heard you clearly the first time, but he just wanted to hear you say it again, but slower, and let him soak in the glory of this.

Taking your face out of the pillow, you looked up at Mammon and repeated yourself. “I’m a virgin, Mammon. I don’t know how this works or how to pleasure you, but please, be gentle with me.”

Seeing his sly smile, you wanted to die. He did it on purpose, didn’t he? Before you could hide yourself from reality again, he pulls you into a deep kiss. “I’m gonna tell everyone the Great Mammon was your first in everything!”

“Ma- mpf!” You were cut off by another kiss. Turning you around, Mammon propped your ass into the air and gave it a small spank making you squeal. Today, he’ll let his little human be, and work hard for them.

Ripping off your pants and underwear, he pushed his fingers into your ass and began to slowly push in and out. His other hand worked at stroking himself, telling you to watch so you know how to do it next time, because you will be giving him a blowjob eventually.

Climaxing on his fingers, he pushed them into your mouth and told you to suck. You ate every last bit of it as if it were the tastiest substance. Pulling his fingers in your ass out, and pushed his length in, causing you to cry from the size. “You were that hungry for my cum MC~? Get ready.” That cocky son of a bitch.

Leviathan

Loud moans from the both of you echoed throughout the room. Levi’s hands were roaming your upper half while his tailed worked on getting rid of your lower half’s clothing. But just as he got to taking off your underwear.

You didn’t mean to, but you started to cry. You were shaking. You just couldn’t control it anymore, out of everyone, you figure Levi would be a virgin and not know what to do like you. But you underestimated how many eroge games he plays.

Startled, Levi was trying his best to function. Why were you crying?? Did you not want a yucky otaku like human? Did you not like him? Did you agree to date him for a few months out of pure pity and suddenly want to get rid of him?

Trying your best to calm yourself, for both your’s and Levi’s sakes, you let out a shaky breath and explain to him what you’re feeling. The gears in his head are finally shifting.

“You mean a beautiful and amazing person like you is a v-virgin?” Levi asks, unsure if he’s hearing it right or if you’re making an excuse.

Repeating yourself, this boy was ecstatic. It was the complete opposite of what you thought was going to happen. You mean he gets to be your first?? And otaku that likes to watch idols and plays video games 17 hours a day actually gets to be YOUR first time?

Levi was amazingly happy and even expressed that very loudly. His little tail was wagging. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, soon enough forgetting your own worries.

Levi told you not to worry. Although he’s also a virgin, he’s played plenty of eroge games and seen enough hentai to know what to do!!

Spreading your thighs, Levi inches closer until you could feel his hot breath hovering over your clit. Using his tail, he pushed it into your mouth, causing you to moan in shock. As his tail began fucking your mouth, he began working on eating you out.

With one of his fingers, he reached up and began to pinch one of you buds while keeping up the pace. All of this was extremely stimulating for you, a virgin. Two of your holes were being filled and your breasts were also getting attention. Pressing your thighs against his face, you began to smush him as you got closer to your edge, which only excited him even further.

As he pulled out of your mouth, you climaxed and dug your hands into his back, leaving scratch marks. However, the night was still young and just one climax wasn’t enough. There’s a reason he was fucking your mouth, as he shoved his tail into your ass and pushed his length into you.

Satan

Swallowing, you look up at Satan to try and gauge what on earth you should do. Taking his length into your hands, you slowly began to rub and stroke, as best you knew how.

At that point, it was obvious. You couldn’t fake it. You were shaking, you looked confused, and you clearly did not know how to give a blowjob.

Satan was first to speak up between the awkward silence you two shared. Your boyfriend wasn’t going to judge you, but he wasn’t going to get off this way either.

“Do you, perhaps not you know, know how?” It was definitely awkward. The two of you were inwardly cringing. Sex wasn’t something you two often talked about, or well, ever talked about. You never thought about having sex with anyone in general.

Quickly, you responded with a little “no”.

He isn’t judgemental, he could predict it from the fact you would close your eyes if two people held hands in a movie calling it “lewd” and unforgivable. He thought it was a human joke at first, with Solomon saying that too, but the blush on your face was way too strong for it to be a dedicated joke.

Satan takes liberty to guiding your hands over the sensitive parts, and the general parts, telling you how and where to touch and suck.

While he’s explaining, he’s also boasting his knowledge of dick anatomy.

Placing your hands on his hips, you began to lick the tip of his dick before moving to the underside, making sure to give it all the attention it deserved. You soon took a third of him in, your limit, and used your hands to stroke the remaining parts.

Groaning, he entangled his fingers into your hair and began to accidentally choke you against him. Little tears were forming in your eyes, but if felt damn good to have his thick member filling you up, as you listen to hear his groans that you made.

Climaxing without warning, his hot bitter seed filled your mouth. You nearly gagged it out, but swallowed it whole in order to try your best to pleasure him. Patting your head, Satan tells you that you were amazing, and a very quick learner.

Asmodeous

“How about we have some fun, darling?” Asmodeous whispered into your ear before biting it as he wrapped his around you from behind. His hands began to slowly fondle your breasts, but before he could any further.

You knew this day was coming. Asmodeous was the demon of lust, and he was your boyfriend. A very amazing boyfriend who held back on his lust and stayed loyal to you meaning he’s been sex deprived for months. It was finally time, or you might accidentally kill him.

You were more than willing to help your boyfriend, you really were, but you were also scared. He’s been with probably thousands of people by now- he’s probably a thousand and slept with a hundred thousand! How could you, a virgin, satisfy the master of fucking?

But only because he is the master of fucking, he could tell you were uneasy. He tried to avoid making too many moves on you, other than flirting, because he would just know you were feeling nervous, but he couldn’t understand why. He knows he’s beautiful but you don’t have to be so worried to see him nude?

Asmo began to stroke your back and slowly backed down, he could wait until you were ready. But you however, had made up your mind. You were terrified, you knew you wouldn’t be as good as him or the other succubusses who were literally born to fuck, but you wouldn’t want him to be horny and be unable to do anything about it because he loves you.

Grabbing his hand, you turned around and looked up into his eyes, and swallowed putting on a brave face. “Asmo... I’m a virgin, and I’m not sure if I could pleasure you, but if you would, please take care of me.” You started off strong but slowly began to mutter, blushing wildly.

Asmo was incredibly happy. You mean his darling MC is a virgin;; like his girlfriend was worried about pleasuring him and wants to be fucked by him?? And only him?? Ever?

He literally forgets he was trying to get the sick and begins to squeal. He’s holding your hands and telling you words of encouragement and that you’re the only one for him, and that he will teach you exactly what to do.

Groping your ass, he gave it a rough squeeze as you yelped. Taking advantage of the situation he shoved his tongue into your mouth and easily claimed dominance. Swirling his tongue around, he made sure to taste all of your mouth. You’re his.

“That’s just the basics on how to get a quick kiss~” he teased as he started to nibble on your neck. His left hand was already under your panty, fingering you, while his right was massaging your breast. Your small whimpers and mewls only encouraged him to continue and do more.

He knows he should only do so much while you’re a virgin and probably don’t have a high enough stamina yet, but damn were you sexy as fuck. You on the other hand, were drowning in pleasure as he sucked and bit your buds and was pushing even more fingers deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot.

Beelzebub

Beel’s big figure dominated you as he pinned you down underneath him on his bed. You had always know he was tall and well sculpted, but being this close and intimate with him, you were having second thoughts.

“You’re so pretty, MC.” Beel whispered as he gently kissed you on the lips, as if going any harder would cause you some kind of harm.

Ah, of course he was gentle. He always was. It sort of made you feel bad, and even conflicted for having thoughts of being scared. But hearing him unzip his pants, and looking at his dick brought you back into reality.

There’s was no way it was going to fit. Your two hands could not wrap around that. Your mouth could not fit more than a third of that, even on a good day. How are you going to pleasure him or have sex if you can’t even fit him?

Beel was always watching you, so he could immediately tell you’re uneasy. And he immediately began to tell you not to worry, and it’s okay. And that he will stop and go get snacks for you if you want to stop right now.

It caused you to cry. He’s just so sweet, how did you land the greatest and softest boyfriend in the history of the world?

He wasn’t sure what to do so he went to his dresser and pulled out a bag of chips and offered it to you. Seeing Beel so worried and concerned made you feel a lot better.

“I’m fine, Beel. I just really love you, but I’m a virgin. I’m not sure if I could fit you, or well.. pleasure you. I’m sorry, it’s stupid.” You ended up telling him.

Did you think he was just going to go put it in without prep work?? Of course not! You silly goose, he was going to prep the life out of you. And him. Don’t worry. You probably won’t even be able to go all the way today.

“Oh.” Well now you learned about what prepping was. And you thanked whoever came up with that idea.

Bringing your thighs into his shoulders, he pulled your panties down and pushed his tongue into you, and started to swirl. One of his hands was covered in lube, working on himself, while the other was working on your ass.

Going deeper and deeper, you let out small whimpers that gradually grew into loud moans. Your body was no longer in your control, and the only thing in your mind was now your desires.

Climaxing for the first time, Beel didn’t even bother to stop. He ate you up like his favorite meal and continued to work on you, pulling his fingers out of your ass to give it a light smack before continuing his work. “One day, we’ll get to the full course, but let’s enjoy this first.”

Belphegor

“You’re such a good girl.” He whispered pulling you closer towards him. As he took off your shirt and bra, he gave your nipple a quick pinch before starting, causing you to yelp in surprise.

You honestly had no clue what you were doing. You knew you were being intimate with Belphie, but how did you get to this point? One second you two were cuddling, and the next he asks you to help with his hard on.

You didn’t realize there was so much to the bedroom world. There were different positions? Styles? Ways of pleasuring people? What on earth is a breastjob? Is that like plastic surgery?

Before you could say anything, Belphie could already see you shaking. Hell, you were shaking more than the time he kind of killed you.

He already had his suspicions that you had no idea how this worked, but is that really something to be scared about? He didn’t get it.

Sighing, he tried his best to tell you how it works. He didn’t want to embarrass you by making you say that you’re a virgin allowed, so in a way, he was being nice.

“Put your hands on my dick and suck. Afterwards pull out and put your breasts against it. It would kill you if we did it raw.”

Blushing, you stared at him with wide eyes. So he could already tell you’re a virgin, huh? Was it really that obvious? But before you had time to express your inexperience, and how it was obvious, Belphie unbuckled his pants and removed his boxers. He just wanted his hard on gone, not a therapy session.

Thanks, Belphie. You tried to be nice in your own way.

Letting saliva form in your mouth for a bit, you bring your face closer to his length as you open and start to suck. Belphie’s hands entangled themselves in your locks, guiding you on how to slowly bob, and when to stop.

As you removed yourself from him, he gripped you by the hips and pushed you forward, your breasts against his lower half. Parting your breasts, you push him all the way inbetween, before slowing starting to move up and down.

With the help of Belphie, you gained a steady pace and gradually began bounding on your own. His low groans encouraged you and you went as best you could. With him no longer needing to guide you, he began to squeeze and roll your nipples between his fingers, causing you to cry out in ecstasy as well.

#obey me #obey me hc #obey me swd #obey me headcanons #this is a long one so it took awhile sorry for posting it late #request

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