#this is pure filth

[nanaslutt]

Geto def gets off to being called a pervert

I see the vision clear as day anon, i hope you enjoy<3

Geto is so dirty in this holy........

contains: fem reader, roomate!geto, panty thief, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, praise, accidental voyeurism, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, geto is nasttyyyyyy, slight crack at the end, shoko makes an appearance :p

MDNI

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“Suguru can I borrow that band tee you were wearing the other day? I’m about to go out with shoko.” you scrolled on some social media site on the sofa while you called out for your roommate in the kitchen.

Head hanging upside down off the armrest, looking at his naked back in your twisted view, waiting for his response.

Geto peeked his head briefly over his shoulder from the counter he faced, letting out a short laugh before he replied, wanting to ask if the ridiculous positions you came up with were actually comfortable.

Saving his smart remark for another day and responding that he didn’t care, followed by the location of the tshirt.

Picking up your body you placed one foot in front of the other, making quick work for his room, voice ringing out in the hall, “thanks!”

“Shoko said she’s heading here soon so I should probably start getting ready.” you shouted from his room, reaching for his second dresser drawer, where he said it would be.

Pulling the nob back and messing up his carefully folded clothes as you pulled out shirt after shirt, unfolding it to get a better view of the piece before shoving it back in when it ultimately wasn’t what you were looking for.

Eyebrows scrunching inwards when your sights landed on a piece of bright pink fabric shoved deep in the bottom of the drawer. Not remembering suguru ever wear anything like it, you pulled it out.

And you really don’t remember him wearing anything like this.

Because what you were holding between your fingers was your panties.

Jaw dropping slightly in disbelief, head turning back towards the doorway you just walked through, before snapping your neck back in front of you and digging deeper.

“Where are you guys going?” he questioned, yelling from the kitchen as he chopped up some vegetables, back facing the direction of his room.

A decent sized pile was forming of the undergarments you thought you had lost the deeper you looked. You were fuming.

Between Suguru and yourself, you divided the chores up evenly the day you moved in together. Him opting to be on laundry duty over trash, both splitting the dishes.

Never once did the thought even cross your mind that they might’ve been kidnapped by your usually sweet roommate; who is in charge of handling those same panties every day; when you were unable to find them anywhere in your space.

You scoffed in disbeleif at his antics, tongue poking the inside of your ckeek, making it bulge.

You heard him say your name from the kitchen when you didnt answer his question.

Wading up the thieved panties in your fist, you stormed out of his room. Stomping down the hall at a much hastier pace than before, his toned back once agains came into your view.

Geto paused his chopping, muscles in his body going rigid, because he swears you just threw something at his back.

Turning his body to face you, he looked down at the underwear at his feet, a smirk creeping onto his face when he drags his sights back up, making eye contact with your furious expression, brain racing with questions only he could answer.

"Whoops," he says, not an ounce of remorse in his tone. He could practically see the steam coming off of the top of your head when your face scrunched up in a scowl.

"What the fuck were you doing with my panties, do you have any idea how long I've been looking for some of those!?", he feels the anger in the air with your every word.

"You sure you want me to answer that?" he giggles, crossing his arms over his bulging pecs, letting the weight off one of his legs as he braced his lower back into the counter.

"Oh my god!" you shook your head, "you're such a fucking pervert!" you shouted.

"Woah, you don't even know what I did with them yet. Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions when you call me that, huh?" he retaliated, faux offense gracing his features before a more smug look took its place.

"There is no non..." throwing your hands up in search of the right word, "freaky explanation as to why you hid my PANTIES suguru!" Lip curled up in frustration again when laughed at your retort, “so I think my choice of words was fitting." you finished, referring to the name you called him.

"Haha! yeahh, you might be right." both hands dropped from his chest and slid into his pockets. "I wrapped them around my cock a couple of times when I was jerkin' off." An amused look sticking to his face when your jaw dropped in speechlessness, face turning completely red at his confession.

"Came all over the crotch of ur pretty panties too, pretended it was ur pussy." his big mouth continued spilling his dirty secrets out into the open air.

"Y-you," stuttering as you felt the air around you shifting into a heavier one, one that you both picked up on, heart racing in your chest matching the throbbing between your legs as you spoke, "pervert."

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"F-fucking pervert, fuck!" you moaned into the air when his curved cock drilled perfectly into the most sensitive spot inside you for the nth time that evening.

Really hoping Shoko was taking her time as Suguru held your thighs open by your head, pushing your flexability to the limits as he bullied his thick cock inside your gushing pussy.

"Yeah? tell me how fucking nasty I am baby," he groaned with a smile. Eyes not being able to choose their favorite sight as he looked between where the two of you were connected; your cum making a ring form around the base of his cock; and your pretty drooling face that was looking so fucked out.

"S-so f-fucking disgusting for st-ealin' my dirty panties sugu-ru." words getting broken up by your pleasured moans as he brought his hips back till just the tip of his cock was caught on the rim of your little hole, before fucking it back in with such force it made you dizzy.

"C-cant believe you would d-o that." whining loudly when his thick thumb came down to rub circles into your throbbing bud.

Geto felt a tingling sensation of pleasure jolt through his spine at your harsh words, "M' sorry baby," he lied between his teeth, "got tired of seein’ ur cute little ass walk around the house in basically nothing." cooing at you when you squeezed your cunt tightly around his length at his filthy words, "h-had to do something about it,"

The both of you bounced against the bed as you let out loud Ah's and curses in response to his mean thrusts.

"Nothin' compares to this tho," Geto smiled, rubbing your clit faster when he noticed it made you tighten up your pussy, "Fucking ur pretty little pussy like this is so much better than my fist 'n holdin' ur panties against my face."

"S-suguru thats so nas-tyyy." you drawled out when he picked up his pace, fucking into you with such force and speed you thought you were gonna pass out.

Leaning his body into yours, practically crushing you with his weight with your legs dangling over his shoulders, he brought his face just inches from yours, lips grazing each others at his rough thrusts jolting you both around.

"Is it?" he replied to your declaration, opening his mouth and moaning against your lips before he closed the distance, " Felt so fucking good tho," he laughed against you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, his groans mixing with your squeals.

Less of a kiss and more of him just crushing his jaw into your own as he overwhelmed you with his tongue. Greedily inhaling your moans into his lungs as he continued his assult on your sensitive clit.

"Sugu' 'm gonna cum, fuck-" you mumbled against his wet lips. His own high-creeping rapidly up on him, feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against your ass.

"Me too baby m-me too," eyes squeezing together and eyebrows furrowing, thumb against your clit becoming sloppy as he started to lose himself, "gonna let this pervert fill you up, huh?" he babbled, breaking the kiss and buring his head in the crook of your neck while he messily sucked and kissed the skin there.

"Gonna take a-all my fucking cum like a good girl?" his moans raising in pitch, goosebumbs forming on the back of his neck hearing your loud whines and moans go straight into his ear.

"P-please, give it to me, please." you begged, "fu-ck, c-coming," you managed to voice before your cunt constricted around him, squelching noises increasing when your pussy forced your orgasm out around him, "oh m-y go-d" you repeated as he fucked you through it.

Getting thrown into overstimulation as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, not being able to move his thumb off your clit, or even voice him to do so, "cum inside me sugu-ru," you whimpered into his ear, helping him reach his end. Squealing at his rough thrusts losing their once steady pace when he came.

He bit down hard on your neck, groaning and whining into the skin as he fucked his cum into your womb. Timing his heavy thrusts with the ropes of warm seed spurting out of his dick, pressing his balls hard into your ass each time he did, making sure he really filled you up.

Geto’s eyes rolled back in his head feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm spasm around his twitching dick, milking him for all he was worth. "holy shittt." you voiced at how full he was making you feel.

Your overstimulation died down when his brain was no longer able to function well enough to remind him to play with your clit, something you were grateful for.

He silently lifted his head from the crook of your neck and pulled his incredibly sensitive cock out of your warmth. Staring between the two of you to watch his cum drip out of you, his mouth watering.

Your own arm being draped over your face while you tried to catch your breath, blocking you from seeing his next moves.

Holding your legs up and spread by your calves, he leaned down to your pussy and started sucking on your folds.

Caught off gaurd at the simulation you shot your hands down to his head, trying to push him off you at the intense feeling of his fat tongue on your mound.

He forced his tongue into the tight ring of your cunt, greedily drinking up your combined cum and moaning at the taste. Your thighs twitched with the need to shut around his head at the vibration.

Detaching his mouth from your pussy with a 'pop' he sat back on his heels, your calves still in his large palms as he stared at your abused pussy, licking his lips clean.

"So much fucking tastier than your panties." He grinned.

"You really are disgusting Suguru." Shaking your head against the sheets as he finally let your legs drop back down to the mattress.

"Careful, my cock likes when you talk to me like that." He teases, meaning every word as he tucks his drenched cock back into his boxers,

"Whatever, take me to the bathroom please." You said, ignoring his previous comment, "Cant stand and I need to pee." Holding your arms out to him.

He giggled at your dramatics; even tho he really did fuck the strength out of your legs; scooping his palms under your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He raised you from the bed in a princess cradle and started walking you to the bathroom, "You need to learn how to take it easy. Seriously." you chastised, noticing the bruises and bite marks on your neck when you walked past a mirror, "If this is how you're going to treat me when we fuck, you're better off sticking to stealing my panties, at least they won't feel what you do to them." you complained, only partially meaning your words, which he knew.

"Don't act like your pussy doesn't throb when you see how I marked you up." you rolled your eyes at his retort, making it to the bathroom that neighbors a wall with the kitchen. He placed you down on the seat of the toilet before backing up and leaning against the doorway, facing the doorframe parallel to him as he let you do your business.

"I just had to listen to you guys fuck each other like rabbits for ten minutes, please don't make me listen to you dirty talk each other outside of the bedroom too."

You knew that voice.

"Shoko! good to see you, didn't realize you made yourself at home." Geto snarkily remarked.

"Your pretty roomie gave me a key you big oaf, now go hide in your room for awhile kay?" she brushed her hand in the air, signaling him to fuck off, "Was suposed to take her out but its sounding like you broke her legs so.. well just watch a movie here." she sighed.

Geto brought his attention back to you once more. He had to fight back the laugh burning in his lungs when he saw your crimson face buried in your hands, shinji posing on the toilet in embarrassment.

Stupid fucking panty thief.

“pt.2” here

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[almond-tofuuu]

Do it for me...

Zayne x fem! Reader smut

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, porn without plot (this is pure smutty goodness), PiV sex, nipple play, cervix fucking, soft dom! Zayne, consensual sex (bc asking for consent is hot af), cunnilingus, tongue fucking, fingering, squirting, creampie, raw sex (wrap it up ppl), sex on a desk, Zayne's fat cock (bc that shi needs its own warning label)

Lmk if I missed anything

Word count: 2.9k (I am so sorry)

Thinking about Zayne

His pupils blown wide with lust, chest heaving with every breath he takes, icy hand gently but firmly holding your chin in place, forcing you to maintain eye contact as his other hand explores your body. Cold fingers gliding so softly over your exposed collar bones, making your skin tingle and goose bumps forming in the wake of his fingertips. His eyes locked on yours as his hand travels lower, following the valley between your breasts, stopping just under the curve of your left breast, fingers toying with the lace of your bra.

"May I?" His voice is low and husky, breath fanning over your cheek as he leans closer, searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

You nod your head, desperate to feel his cold hands on your bare skin again, but he doesn't move, his eyes narrowing slightly as a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest.

"That's not how this works, darling, if you want something you're going to have to tell me" he leans in closer, lips ghosting over yours, teasing you but not giving you what you want "Go on, use your words, I'll give you whatever you want, just be a good girl and tell me what you need."

His words, so full of promise and dripping with desire spark a fire within you, a heat that radiates down to your core. Swallowing down the last of your anxiety, your eyes meet his own, voice barely above a whisper as you try not to stumble over your words.

"Please Zayne....I need you... need you to touch me...need to feel you, please-"

Your pleading is cut off by Zayne's mouth as he captures yours in a searing kiss, his hand that was previously holding your chin now tangling into the hair on the back of your head, pulling you closer as his lips devour yours. His tongue darts out to lick at your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance which you willingly grant, allowing him to explore your mouth. At the same time his other hand has made quick work of removing your bra, now kneading your left breast in his large hand, cold fingers pinching and rolling your nipple until it hardens before moving onto your right breast to give it the same attention. Reaching up you grab onto his broad shoulders, needing something to ground yourself, fingers burying themselves into the fabric of his doctors coat, tugging at it slightly. Zayne pulls away for a moment, chuckling at the adorable neediness of the gesture.

"What's the matter? Do you not like my coat anymore?" You know by the small smirk on his lips and mischievous glint in his eyes that he's teasing you, know that he wants you to tell him exactly what it is you want.

"Want you to take it off, 's not fair that I'm sat here shirtless and you're still fully clothed" you mumble with a small pout on your lips, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Hmm You're right, allow me to correct my error" Zayne's eyes remain focused on yours as he shrugs his doctors coat off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor of his office with a soft thump. However, you're still not satisfied, wanting to see more of him, so you grab onto his tie, pulling him closer to you so you can get to work on removing his shirt. Zayne is quick to stop you, large hands engulfing yours, halting their movement as he leans down to peer into your face.

"If your hands keep being mischievous, I can show you how surgeons tie knots" although his tone isn't harsh, there's a quiet dominance to his words, almost like he's challenging you to keep going. And you're not one to back down from a challenge, so you tug on his tie again, bringing his face closer to yours, trailing soft kisses along his jaw before you whisper seductively into his ear,

"Is that a promise, Doctor Zayne?"

Before you can even react Zayne has you laid on your back on his desk, one strong hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other loosening his tie further as his imposing form towers over you.

"It would seem that someone can't control their hands, perhaps I should teach you a lesson, maybe then you'll be more obedient" as he speaks Zayne takes his tie and uses it to restrain your hands, his movements quick and precise, being careful not to tie the knot too tight but enough to limit your movement.

"That's much better, now be a good girl for me and stay still" satisfied with his work Zayne leans in to capture your lips in a quick and passionate kiss before moving onto your neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin there, spurred on by the soft moans spilling from you. He then moves lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your collar bones and between your breasts, pausing to swirl his tongue around one of your hardened nipples before taking it in his mouth, his free hand coming up to tease the other. He repeats his movements on your other breast, not wanting to neglect it and relishing the way you whine and how your back arches up into him. Once he's done toying with your nipples, Zayne resumes his path downwards, lips and tongue leaving behind a wet trail on your stomach as he stops at the waistband of your jeans.

"Can I remove these as well, love?" He looks up at you, waiting for your permission, needing to hear that you want this.

"Yes, please Zayne, need you" this time you're quick to respond, your body feeling hot as the tension builds in your core becomes nearly unbearable, needing to feel some kind of relief.

Zayne gives you an approving smile, obviously pleased with your response, his hands moving to the buttons of your jeans, undoing them and removing both your jeans and panties in one go. Seeing you completely bare beneath him, your soaked cunt on full display, Zayne let's out a deep groan, whispering a soft "fuck" under his breath as he takes in the sight of you. The feeling of his piercing eyes on your exposed pussy is too much for you and you close your legs subconsciously, trying to shy away from him. But Zayne simply grips onto your thighs, prying them apart and slotting his hips in-between them.

"Don't hide away from me, love, you're beautiful, each and every part of you is perfect." His voice is soft and full of adoration, letting you know he means every word, that he truly thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever met. And you do believe him, because the way he's looking at you, the way he's holding you makes you feel so special. His hands give a light squeeze on your thighs, holding them in place as he lowers his head to plant soft kisses along the sensitive skin on the inside of your right thigh, nibbling every so often, inching closer and closer to where you need him most before switching over to your other thigh, giving it the same treatment. You buck your hips up, a desperate whine leaving you as you plead with him, "please stop teasing...wanna feel you... Can't take it anymore"

Zayne let's out a breathy chuckle, his warm breath fanning over your weeping cunt, "very well, you've been a good girl so far, I suppose you do deserve a reward"

And with that Zayne dives into your glistening pussy, tongue licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, taking it in his mouth and sucking it, repeating the motion several times as you writhe in pleasure beneath him. One of his strong hands moves to firmly hold down your hips, the other begins to play with your clit as his tongue delves inside your dripping hole.

"You taste so sweet, I may have just found my new favourite desert" he lets out a low moan of satisfaction that vibrates against your pussy, his mouth latching onto you again as he drives his tongue further inside you, lapping up all the juices leaking out of you. The feeling of his fingers on your clit and his tongue inside you has your thighs quivering and locking around his head, back arching off his desk as moans fall freely from your lips. Your hands, still bound together by his tie, reach down and tangle themselves in his hair, tugging slightly causing Zayne to groan into your cunt. He eats you out like a man starved, drinking down every drop of the juices flowing from inside you, his nose bumping against your clit adding to the intense pleasure coursing through your body. Your orgasm is rapidly approaching when you feel Zayne's tongue leaving your pussy only to be replaced by two of his long, slender fingers, he slides them inside you easily, making a scissoring motion as his mouth latches onto your clit.

"Zayne... gon- ngh! Gonna cum!" You manage to stutter out between moans, your cunt clenching tighter around his fingers that continue to pump in and out of you, his pace increasing as he curls them to hit the spot deep inside your cunt that has you seeing stars.

"Go ahead, love, cum for me" he mumbles his encouragement into your cunt, the added vibrations sending you over the edge as your orgasm hits you full force, your pussy clenching tight around his fingers as you soak his hand and the lower part of his face. Zayne works you through your high, not stopping his movements until you push his head away, the over sensitivity becoming too much. You lie there catching your breath, looking down shyly you meet Zayne's gaze as he rises from between your legs, and he looks like pure sin. His eyes have darkened with lust, the bottom half of his face glistening with your juices, a smirk rests on his lips as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. It's the most erotic sight you've ever witnessed, and it has your cunt throbbing in anticipation.

"Do you wish to continue, love? I need you to tell me now if you've had enough, because once I start I'm not going to stop until I've ruined you for every other man" his voice is steady but there's a hint of tension behind his words, as if he's fighting hard to maintain control of himself, trying to keep his ever stoic demeanor intact. In a sudden burst of courage, you reach down and palm his painfully hard cock as it strains against the front of his dress pants, causing a low moan to resonate from deep in his chest. His hips involuntarily buck into your hand, his eyes fluttering closed as he allows himself indulge in the feeling of your warm hands as they stroke his cock.

"I want this, Zayne, want you" your whisper to him sweetly, hands unbuttoning the front of his pants, pulling down his underwear and freeing his gorgeous cock, letting it slap against his toned abdomen. It's thick and lengthy, pale with a prominent vein running up the underside of his shaft, pearly beads of precum leak out from the tip that's a few shades darker then the rest of his cock. You've never thought of using the word 'beautiful' to describe a cock before, but his truly was a sight to behold, enough to make your mouth water and pussy clench around nothing. You shuffle forward in an attempt to get off his desk, ready to sink to your knees and worship him the same way he did you, but Zayne's firm grasp on your chin halts your movement. You blink up at him in confusion, worried that you may have done something wrong, but the lust clouding his eyes and desire dripping like honey from his voice tells you otherwise.

"As much as I'd like to indulge in feeling that pretty mouth of yours, I'm afraid I can't wait that long. I need to take you, now. So be a good girl and lay back down for me"

Licking your lips, you do as you're told, resuming your previous position, the cool surface of his desk pleasant against your flushed skin. Zayne stands between your open legs, one hand resting on your thigh, the other takes hold of his thick length, guiding it through your slick folds, coating his shaft in your wetness, the tip nudging your clit with every slow thrust. Once he's satisfied that his cock is lubed up enough with your juices, Zayne positions himself at the entrance to your cunt, the tip prodding at the tight hole causing a near pathetic whimper of need to fall from your lips.

"Apologies in advance, love, I'll try to be gentle" and with that Zayne slowly enters you, his thick shaft stretching out your tight pussy, the steady, shallow thrusts allowing you to feel every delicious inch as he works you open until he's buried to the hilt. A shaky exhalation leaves Zayne's lips followed by a quiet "fuck" whispered under his breath, his eyes closed briefly as he revels in the feeling of finally being inside you, feeling your drenched cunt throbbing and clenching so nicely around his cock. He wants to be gentle, wants to take his time with you and keep true to his words.

But Zayne is only a man, and like all men he has a breaking point, and the sight of you laid beneath him, half-lidded eyes locked onto his, mouth hung open as you moaned his name in ecstasy, soaked cunt throbbing so perfectly around his cock was just too much for him. His self control that was hanging by a thread finally snapped, he began pounding his cock into you like a man possessed, driving his length deeper and deeper inside of your sensitive hole, the fat tip hitting your cervix with every rough thrust. Broken moans flow from you, combining with the rhythmic slapping of skin and wet squelching of your pussy, it creates a sinful melody that's practically pornographic, it would be enough to make your cheeks burn if your brain could actually focus on anything other than the delicious drag of Zayne's cock as he ruts into you. Meanwhile, the man above you has lost all composure, fingers digging into the plush of your hips as he drives his length into you, his rough thrusts enough to cause the desk below you to scrape across the floor. Somewhere, deep in your fucked-out brain you register the tightening of the coil in your lower stomach, knowing your orgasm is near, you try to warn Zayne, although it's difficult to form any kind of coherent thought with how good he's drilling into you.

"Z-zayne.... Aghh! gonna....mmh...gonna cum!" You manage to whimper out between moans, your eyes closing as you throw your head back, body arching up off the desk as his cock hits the spongey spot deep inside your pussy, causing you to clench even harder around him. Zayne brings one hand up to tilt you face to look at him, his eyes held an almost predatory glint as they locked onto yours.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me, love, I want to watch as you fall apart" his words came out breathy and low, a deep groan rumbling up from the back of his throat, his hips never stopping their brutal pace, icy fingers coming up to play with your clit, rubbing figure eights into it as his heavy balls smacked against your ass with every thrust. It's all too much, all of your senses are overwhelmed by him. His cool fingers on your clit, his piercing eyes boring into yours, his musky scent surrounding you, deep groans and warm breath fanning over your face, and his hard cock moulding your pussy to his shape. Your orgasm is blinding, your body convulsing and cunt spasming erratically around his length, squirting your release all over his toned abdomen as your vision turns white. A high-pitched moan leaving you followed by the chanting of his name, whispered almost like a prayer as he consumed your thoughts. Zayne doesn't stop, his thrusts speeding up as his own is release fast approaching, but he doesn't even realise, too focused on you. Watching intensely as you come undone beneath him, wanting to remember every second, every moan, every facial expression. It only takes a few more thrusts before he's cumming, hips stuttering before burying himself deep inside you, a broken groan of your name falling from his lips, cock pulsing and twitching as he coats your pussy with his thick, creamy seed. He continues to shallowly rock into your spent pussy, feeling how your cunt milks his cock for every last drop of cum.

His strong arms rest on either side of your head, holding him up as he pants heavily, sweat-covered forehead resting against yours as you both bask in the afterglow of your release. Zayne Is the first to move, pulling back slightly he presses a tender kiss to your forehead as he takes in your fucked-out form below his. He can't help but be entranced by how beautiful you look, skin glistening with sweat, chest rising and falling heavily as you try to catch your breath, cheeks flushed as you come down from your high. To him, you look absolutely ethereal, and he can't stop the soft smile that spreads across his face, because finally, after so many years of wanting and waiting, you're his.

#drops this on the dash and runs #love and deepspace #zayne #zayne x reader smut #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #smut #this is pure filth #minors dni #zayne smut #not proofread #we die like men #SoundCloud

[pearlparty]

It’s Cuffin’ Season

Brat/Sub!Austin x Reader

Summary:   It all started out as a fun little game of teasing, harmless.  Except this time he broke one of the rules.  And then he broke another rule, because he just couldn’t help himself.  He didn’t expect being tied up, gagged, and edged to tears as a result though.  Furthermore, he’d never have expected himself to like it.  Check that, no, love it.

Warnings:  SMUT!!!, heavy dom/sub dynamics, Brat!Austin (but one could argue that it’s just banter and not bratty), Sub!Austin, handcuffs, teasing, edging, masturbation (f/m), oral (f/m receiving), hand job, use of a tie as a gag, a tiny bit of degradation, lots of praise, momma kink, ma’am kink, usage of the nickname “baby boy”, lots of begging and apologizing, male whimpering, a dash of dacryphilia (if you can even call it that), tons of dirty talk, brief discussion/use of the color system safe words, unprotected penetrative sex, spitting/swallowing spit, cockwarming, creampie, no use of Y/N, first time writing smut, super quick/rushed ending probably

Word Count:  9k

Note:  This is my first time writing smut, so please provide ANY/ALL of the feedback (and I really mean good and bad because I really want to step up my game with this, so feel free to be mean lol).  I wrote this for @purejasmine who asked for some apologetic and crying Austin. Hope I could do it justice, babe, and sorry it took five-ever lol. This has been sitting in the archive for a while because I’ve been so anxious about posting it, so the end wraps things up super quickly--if you have any suggestions about how to properly wrap it up, please, message me! If I’ve written anything that has concerning themes that I’ve not addressed, please let me know.  I also feel the need to mention that this is takes place in an established relationship with switch dynamics that aren’t really discussed.  This is filthy, God, I’m sorry.

The two of you had been apart for what felt like forever (in reality, it was only about a month, but it felt like forever to two idiots who were hopelessly in love and obsessed with each other).  You’d been in Paris boss bitching your fall fashion designs to a couple of top executives and he’d been gone for press tours. 

It was easy at first.  You’d call every night to check in and say your sappy goodnights (even though the time difference usually meant one of you was saying good morning).  FaceTime provided some element of comfort to satiate his need for you, but the small screen of blue light did little in comparison to your soft touch and warm skin.  Still, he held out because at least he could see you.

The second week was a little harder. A little game had started up between the two of you. Phone calls littered with subtle innuendos had turned to lightly provocative selfies and texts which turned into downright filthy messages sent to each other during the work day.  In fact, it got to the point that whenever your name popped up on his screen, he had to check his surroundings before he looked at the message.  Unfortunately, he had also learned the hard way to make sure his brightness and volume were low, thanks to a sexy little voice note that had him jumping out of his skin and nearly throwing his phone into the street—which had earned him a poorly hidden side-eye from one of the PAs that had been nearby.  

The game of teasing had begun, and while he absolutely loved it, you’d set an impossible finish line: wait until we’re together again.  He’d audibly groaned when the words left your mouth, dripping with sex. “Just think how much better it’s gonna be when you’re fucking me instead of your hand. Can you wait for me, baby? Wait for me to come home and take your cock in whatever way pleases you?”  He reluctantly agreed, but the images in his phone had been tempting enough as it was.  The rest of the time away would be a nightmare.  

It’d been easy in the day—there had been a few moments where he zoned out staring into the middle distance, pulling his lip between his teeth, as flashes of your face creased in ecstasy graced his imagination, but the tasks before him always pulled him back to the present without a problem. 

Nights on the other hand? That was a whole different problem—it was awfully easy to let his mind wander in an empty hotel room when his phone was right there with a variety of scandalous pictures of you on it. Well… let’s just say that he’d used the pictures you’d sent to hype himself up a bit, but he’d held out despite that little horny voice in the back of his head that tempted him to undo his pants for a quick couple strokes.  He might have taken a cold shower or two (or six), but he’d managed to do it.  

The four weeks away had him aching to spend a few blissful moments in your presence; it’d be a chance to hold you and recount your trip’s details—touch your face, caress your curves with his fingers, and bury his face in your stomach as you lightly play with his curls.  

Right before he railed you into the mattress. 

But that’s not how things worked out, huh? Unfortunately, your flight had been canceled due to the weather in Rennes, France, so your schedule had you just barely getting home before the charity gala the next day.  You hadn’t been too worried on the phone, brushing it all off with a lovely, “C’est la vie,” but Austin held back an annoyed groan.  The man had been waiting to have you all to himself, tucked away in his arms in your little corner of the world, and now he’d have to wait even longer to have you.

Now, that pesky little voice seemed a little louder.  His horniness, and perhaps slight jet lag, had begun to eat away at his resolve and soon he found himself leaning back on the couch, staring at the ceiling, filthy thoughts rolling through his head.  He glanced at the clock.  Around 3.  She’s not going to be home for a few hours, the little voice offered.  And you won’t be able to have her until after the gala.  She’d never know.  Besides, it’s good for stress relief, and you’ve been so worked up for so long.  You deserve this.

His patience had worn thin and he gave into those carnal urges before you got home.  He had the images pulled up on his phone, listening to the voice memos, over and over again as he pictured you coming undone beneath him.  He rode that wave to the peak.

And then you walked in on him.  His heart (and impending orgasm) stopped.  Everything seemed to freeze as you locked eyes with him and pursed your lips.

“Is that any way to greet the love of your life after a month apart?” 

Heat rose in his cheeks and ears with embarrassment.  Shit, he thought.  Not only had you caught him masturbating, you had caught him masturbating after you explicitly told him not to masturbate while you were gone.  

It was only a few seconds, but it dragged out for an eternity.  Austin let go of his cock and sat up a little straighter, eyes darting around the room as he started a defense, “Babe, I, uh--”

“Needed me that bad, huh, baby boy?” you purred as you strutted towards him, lidded eyes never leaving his panicked and confused ones as you closed the distance between you.  You dragged your hands up and over his knees and thighs, leaning down enough to give him a little bit of a show with your loose neckline dangling open.  His mouth fell open into a small O-shape, still confused, but not unhappy, that you were acting like this.  

“Hm?” you hummed, nails ghosting over his cock as you leaned down close to his ear to taunt him with a salacious, “Oh, honey, we both know that your hand can’t hold a flame to me.  Do you need me now?”  You leaned in closer with a breathy sigh.  “Want me to take you right here?  Wanna come inside me after a month of being apart?” 

Austin’s eyes rolled back in his head as he listened to the sin fall from your lips.  For a moment he’d completely forgotten about the promise he’d broken.  For a moment he just had you.

“Oh yes, baby, yes.  I do,” he moaned as your hands slid over his shoulders, teasing the fabric of his white tee up his torso just a couple inches.  He gently let his hands slide up the sides of your waist.  “Need you so bad.”

A light chuckle resonated in your chest before you continued in a breathy whisper, “You know I was going to make it special.”  He barely processed the words as he melted into your touch on his neck, spellbound by the way your fingernails lightly scraped over his scalp and mussed his curls.  And then you were a lips’ distance away and he could only marvel at the way you’d enchanted him with your touch, hypnotizing him with your soft tone and bedroom eyes.

“Think of all the sinful things we could have done before the gala tonight, Aus,” you breathed as you leaned in even closer.  He nearly closed the distance between your lips himself, but--

“Since you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, I guess we’ll just have to wait a little longer, won’t we.”  You pulled away harshly, leaving him chasing your skin with a small protesting whine and a small “no” as you drew back and met his gaze with maliciousness, still gripping his hair in an iron vice like some sort of seductress.  No.

Dominatrix.  

Austin gulped.

“Now, you’re gonna listen to me, baby, and you’re gonna listen good,” you admonished, making him nod, suddenly struck dumb at your quick mood change.  You had never spoken to him like this before… and he couldn’t say that he didn’t like it.  You kept your voice low and level, but not angry.  If anything, your words almost contradicted your sultry tone.  “We’re going to go to the gala in a couple of hours. We’re going to have a real good time.  You’re going to be on your best behavior—keep your hands to yourself, be the perfect arm candy for me, and then,” you leaned in again, “if you’re good,” your lips just ghosted the shell of his ear as you brought your voice down to a whisper, “I’m going to fuck your brains out when we get home.”  

The brazened words sent a thrill straight to his cock, and he suddenly couldn’t breathe anymore.  

“But,” you jerked his head back to look at you fully, a fire burning in your eyes as you laid it out crystal clear.  “You put your hands on yourself or misbehave for the tiniest fraction of a second, and I will have you crying and begging for mercy.”  

The next words left his mouth unbidden, “Is that a threat or a promise?”  

You licked your lips and cocked your head to the side, looking him up and down.  “Huh,” the tip of your tongue grazed the bottom of your front teeth, “never woulda pegged you as a brat, Mr. Butler.”

You released his hair and caressed your fingers over his cheek before running your thumb down his full bottom lip.  “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He hummed in response, his half lidded gaze and smirk doing well for himself.  A thrill shot through your abdomen.  This was turning out to be one of the best games you’d ever played, it seemed.  You gripped his jaw and went in for a slow kiss.  A simple kiss to greet your lover with affection after the weeks apart.  “I missed you, by the way,” you muttered to his lips, allowing the persona to take a backseat for a moment and let your mushy feelings out before you had to become the stern woman in charge again.  

“Missed you, too,” he muttered back, letting his fingers tease the seam of your pants by your knees.  

“Trust me, I’m aware.” You glanced down to his still exposed dick and smirked a little as he blushed.  “Now,” you gently tapped his cheek, “get your ass into the bathroom and take a cold shower for me, yeah?”

Needless to say, putting his hands on himself had been one of the few thoughts rolling around in his head as he stepped under the cold water—which didn’t help much besides shock his body back to homeostasis, by the way—and then changed into the dark blue suit set you’d picked out for him shortly after.  And as he watched you slink out from your closet draped in a shimmery gold dress that left little to his raunchy imagination, he had to turn and mentally bite his fist to calm himself.  The slit in the skirt revealing your leg practically screamed, “Easy access, easy access, easy access!”  His fingers itched to slide up your waist and slip the delicate straps from your shoulders. They ached to caress your stomach, thighs, and breasts, but your warning played on repeat in his head and he restrained himself to stick to the rules of engagement you’d given him.

But what would happen if I didn’t play by the rules? he thought.  Austin wasn’t sure whether it was unbridled curiosity or some unchecked internal masochism that he’d yet to address, but something had prompted the thought as the two of you climbed into the back of the car.  He wanted to see just how far you’d take things.  

How could he push you to the end of your rope?  And what would lie in wait for him once he’d done it?  

A smirk played on the corner of his mouth as the car stopped at your destination.  He’d play his part, yes.  He’d be the perfect arm candy to the fashion executive woman who needed to hobnob with the rich for a while to maintain those business relationships.  He’d open doors, help you from the car, make small talk with individuals with inflated senses of purpose, fetch drinks, and smile for pictures.  Yes, he’d do all of that.

But he wanted to have a little fun with you, too.  And after two and a half hours of watching you do your job accepting the praise from your colleagues, he finally allowed himself to do just that.  Maybe it was his own sexual frustration, or even the three glasses of gin, that pushed him to such uncharacteristic public boldness, but he couldn’t ignore the way he felt drawn to your body as you and a small group of stylists listened to your colleague Jean-Luc Gaultier speak about his defeats and triumphs with his latest line of men’s trousers. 

Austin appeared to be listening to the Frenchman intently, but his mind was elsewhere as he let his hand snake around your waist and caress the silk material.  His fingers pressed into the front of your hip bone in a tantalizing motion as he slid them impossibly close to your hip flexor for the briefest of moments—just teasing you with the idea of the possibility of where he would go next.  Your breath hitched, but you maintained your decorum and covered it up by clearing your throat as you shot Austin a look out of the corner of your eye.  He ignored it.

Jean-Luc didn’t seem to notice either, and continued to prattle on about the season to the group of people in the small circle.  The other designers in the conversation didn’t pay you mind, only eager to please the executive with fake laughter and ingenuine flattery.  

Austin’s hand wandered again, gently sliding up your waist to allow his thumb to ghost the underside of your breast before dropping to cop a feel of your ass.  Your eyes widened at the sensation, and you snatched his hand in yours.  Without even looking at Austin, you could tell he had that stupid smirk on his lips.

“Excuse me, Jean-Luc,” you gently interjected with a tight smile on your face when the executive came to the end of his story.  The graying man looked over his round pink sunglasses with a quirked brow.  “I think I need to go out for a smoke.  I’ll be right back.”  You finally turned to shoot a warning look at Austin.  “Come with me, dear?”

You didn’t even give him a chance to answer as you dragged him away towards the large door out the back, keeping an eye out for any lingering guests that might have gone out as well. 

The heavy door slammed closed as you and Austin stepped into the cool night air.  Alone.  Without a second thought, you whipped the tall man around you and roughly shoved him into the red brick with a huff, your dark nails biting into his neck.  

“What the hell was that?”  You hissed through gritted teeth.  You’d been patient up until now, but this recent disobedience flipped the switch pushed all the pent up sexual frustration from the past month to something a little more aggressive than you’d ever expected.  “You really think you can get away with that fiasco back home and then you come here and pull that shit?  You’re a little too cocky for your own good.” 

“Oh, c’mon, darlin’,” he rasped out, throwing in a little bit of that southern twang that you’d never openly admit to loving so much.  “You know I can’t keep my hands off you.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly.  Was he trying to get out of this or make it worse on himself?  A wave of inappropriate ideas flooded the forefront of your mind.  You couldn’t help but grin a little.

“You’re not too good at following rules, are you?” your low voice sent a shiver up his spine, and he met your half-lidded gaze with one of his own.  You pulled your lip between your teeth in contemplation.  “What on earth am I gonna do with you?”  

“Nothing I don’t deserve, I’m sure,” he goaded you.  This was uncharted territory for both of you, but he was more than eager to push the limits to fill in the blank edges on the map.

“Who’s to say you deserve anything?”  You shortened the gap between your lips as much as you could given Austin’s insane height advantage over you. 

He nearly moaned at the bite in your words and the feeling of your nails on his neck.   “Ooh, I like it when you’re mean, baby.”  Ever the perfect scene partner, he improvised in this little game of yours while eloquently giving you the green light to lay on in thick.  And you’d do just that.

You hummed.  “You’re a pussy hungry, arrogant little whore, aren’t you?  You go home and jerk off to the thought of me when I explicitly told you not to and then you come here and let your hands wander after I asked you to be a good boy.”  You let your words drip from your mouth with a sickeningly sweet glaze.  “Do you think it’s funny disobeying me?  Where exactly do you get off with that, huh?”   

“With you, hopefully,” he rasped, keeping his words between the two of you as he smirked.  Currently, nothing seemed more appealing than wiping that smug look off of his beautiful face.  Your fingers twisted around his tie as you wrenched him closer, a sinister smile spreading over your lips.

“We’ll see,” you whispered before dragging him inside like a dog on his leash.  It didn’t take him long to catch up, and you quickly dropped his tie and slipped your hand around his to lead him instead—better not to attract more attention than necessary, though part of you would have liked to drag him out like that and let everyone know that he was your little puppy. 

You found Jean-Luc near the bar; the swarm of groupies and outlandish fashion made it easy to find him.  “I’m so sorry, dear,” you began, pulling the older man’s attention to you.  “But I’m afraid I’m feeling a little faint after that cigarette, so Austin and I are going to head home for the night.”  You didn’t give him a chance to object or offer any remedies he might have up his sleeve. “Your designs are fantastic, mon ami, and I can’t wait to see what you have this fall.”  He blushed and pulled you in for a kiss on either cheek in his typical farewell before you muttered a few more goodbyes and led Austin to the car.

You ushered him into the backseat, and he wordlessly followed your directions to buckle his seatbelt.  A thick sexual tension settled into the back of the car as you gave the driver directions to your house, and you might have worried that the driver knew what you were up to had you not been busy running your nails through the curls at the base of Austin’s neck.  

When the car pulled into the driveway, you unbuckled Austin’s seatbelt and directed his eyes to yours with two of your fingers on his jaw.  You kept your voice low enough so that only he could hear you.  “Get your ass in the house, baby.  Go sit on the couch and wait for me there, okay?”  

Austin pulled his lip between his teeth and you could have sworn that you heard a shudder in his breath.  You smirked, taking a moment to admire the state he was in before you reached across him and pulled his door open.  “I’ll take care of this and be up in just a second, okay?” you said at normal volume, but the edge in your voice wasn’t lost on him.  Austin nodded once, sucked in another breath and clambered out of the car.  You couldn’t help but watch his long legs carry him through the front door.  

“Long night, huh?”  the driver’s deep voice sounded so suddenly in the quiet private neighborhood that you nearly jumped.  It made you let out a small laugh.

“Oh, you have no idea,” you muttered as you pulled your wallet out of your purse. “Thanks for the ride.”  You handed him a $100 bill and quickly stepped out.  The beams from the headlights softened as the car backed out of the driveway, and soon it was just you and the porch light on a warm summer evening.  

Austin sat obediently on the couch like you’d asked—manspread and smirking, but obedient nonetheless—as he watched you saunter into the living room.  A part of you couldn’t decide whether he was trying to show that he maintained dominance or if he just wanted to piss you off.  You wordlessly made your way over to him, slowly drinking him in and letting your eyes roam every inch of his lanky body draped over the cushions.  He’d taken off his suit jacket and laid it over the couch’s armrest.  He did look rather handsome in what you’d picked for him.  Dark blue always brought out his eyes, and the white button up perfectly complimented his tan skin.  

“See something you like, babe?” The snarky comment left his lips as he leaned back and looped his arms over the back of the couch.  You cocked an eyebrow, surprised at his audacity but didn’t answer his question.  

“You’re awfully chipper for someone who’s deserving of a punishment,” you hummed, grabbing your dress and parting it from the slit at the top of your thigh so you could straddle him.  It had been a risk forgoing a pair of panties with a high slit in your dress, but the gamble had paid off if the look in Austin’s eyes meant anything.  You didn’t put any pressure on his lap, though.  No, you would take your time with him.

“And what if that’s the very thing that has me so chipper?”  Austin’s husky voice hit your ears and you sighed at the sound.

“Well then, darling,” you matched his tone, tugging lightly at the knot of his tie to bring him closer.  Your whisper sent a chill down his spine.  “I’d say you don’t know what you’re in for.”

He groaned at the sound as you lowered yourself down to his lap, allowing your naked body heat to tease him through his pants.  He snaked his hands up your waist, eager to rid you of your golden dress and touch your soft skin. 

“No.” You snatched his wrists and yanked them from your body.  “No touching.  Not ‘til I say so.”  Austin’s blue eyes blinked up at you a couple of times.  Oh, sweet boy didn’t really think he was going to be punished, did he?  You kept your tone firm, but didn’t raise your voice as you spoke, “You’re being punished so you don’t do anything until I say so.”

“O-okay.”  He stuttered out, and you released his wrists before wrapping your fingers behind his neck and redirecting his gaze up to yours by pressing his chin up with your thumb.  

“That’s all I get?  After you disrespected me and disobeyed me?”  you questioned with feigned innocence and a pout.  Your thumb gently swiped back and forth over the smooth skin on his flushed cheek before you went back to your stern voice.  “It’ll be ‘yes, ma’am’ from here on out.  Understood?”

Austin swallowed thickly.  “Yes, ma’am.”  He planted his hands firmly beside him on the couch cushions.   

You smirked.  “Hm.  Good boy.”  You turned your attention to his clothes, aching to run your hands down his toned chest.  Nimble fingers moved to loosen his tie as you spoke again.  “You remember the color system, baby?”  It was rhetorical, but he nodded anyway.  “Can you tell me what each of the colors mean?”  His tie came undone and you pulled it from his shirt collar slowly to lay it over the back of the blue couch, reveling in the way his breathing quickened ever so slightly.  His eyes never left your face even though your attention was on each of the buttons on his shirt.  

“Yes, ma’am,” he sucked in a breath as you undid the top two buttons.  “Green is all clear,” the next button came loose, “yellow is slow down,” Your nails grazed his chest as two more came undone.  His breath hitched at the sensation, but he pushed through the last color.  “And red means stop.”  You finished undoing his shirt and ran your fingers down his chest and towards his toned stomach. 

“Very good,” you purred.  Gently, you eased the garment off of his body and discarded it to the floor haphazardly. Your eyes raked over his bare chest, the light dusting of chest hair between his pecs. Fuck, he was pretty. 

Finally, you met his eyes again.  Those familiar blues you loved so much had that little ring of green on the edges that only showed up when he was horny, blown wide with lust.  You gently cupped his chin as you spoke seriously, the game taking a time-out so you could clearly express to your lover what you thought to be so important.  “So you say ‘red’ at any point, and I’ll stop everything, okay?”  

He nodded and sucked in a breath.  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, sincerity in his eyes.  He was ready for whatever you had for him.  

That wicked smile returned to your face.  “Good.”  

Austin couldn’t suppress the thrill that shot down his spine.  Oh, lord have mercy.  He barely had time to perceive the handcuffs you’d pulled from your bag before you gently grabbed his left wrist.  His eyebrows shot up at the sight—he hadn’t expected this, by any means.  The gears clicked as you squeezed the single strand snuggly around his wrist.  Your eyes flicked up to his, and he nodded, giving you the go ahead.

“Lean forward for me, baby.”  He did as he was told, his eyeline meeting your decolletage as his face nearly collided with your plunging neckline.  He gulped.  Had he not promised to be a good boy and wait for permission, he’d press kisses all over you right now.  Over your collarbones, down to the plush flesh at the top of your breasts, right down to—

“Do you know why you’re being punished, Austin?”  Your voice interrupted his thoughts as you secured his hands behind his back.  You hummed as the other handcuff clicked around his wrist slowly.  

“Yes, ma’am.” he breathed out slowly, eyes glued to your neckline.  Oh this really was a punishment.  

“Go on.”  You withdrew your hands from behind him and pushed his back to the couch.  “Tell me all the naughty things you did to deserve this.”  Your nails scraped down his shoulders to his chest, making him hiss at the delightful sensation.  You leaned in close, pressing light kisses to his neck—the kind that just barely grazed his skin and drove him mad with the sensation of your hot breath fanning across his pulse point.  Austin adjusted his arms behind his back a little so the cold metal of the handcuffs wasn’t pressing into his wrists too hard before he spoke.

“I-I touched myself before you came home,” he choked out when you ground your hips into his pelvis.  Tilting his head back for more access, you slowly dragged your hot lips up his throat and across his jaw, hands traveling closer and closer to his hardening cock.  You hummed.

“Mhm.  You couldn’t wait for me, could you?”  You grinned as you lightly took his chin between your teeth and shook your head in response to your own question.  Then you got dangerously close to his lips.  “Mm, you got off without me, so I’d say it’s only fair that you wait a little longer while I get off, yeah?”  Austin wanted to choke out a defense that technically he never really got off because you’d interrupted his climax, but the words died on his lips when you let out a small moan with another roll of your hips.  His eyes rolled back at the sensation and sound.  “You’re going to make me come two times, and then if you’re good, I’ll think about letting you put your pitiful cock inside me.  Does that sound okay, darling?”  

“Oh, yes, ma’am,” he moaned, ready, willing, and able.  Even with his hands behind his back, he knew he’d be able to pull a couple of orgasms out of you.  Hell, maybe he’d make it three and overachieve—get a gold star and extra praise for his good deeds.  

But just like that, you were off of the couch and strutting away.  You seemed to be doing that a lot lately.  It made him go mad with hunger and he had to suppress a whine at the loss of contact he’d been aching for.

You slowly turned and sank to the loveseat across from Austin, arching your back just enough to draw his attention to your chest.  His brow furrowed.  

“Uhh,” he stammered out, “how am I supposed to get you off from here?”  

You tisked.  “Oh, Aus, I never said anything about you getting me off right away.”  You leaned back on the velvety cushion and slowly spread your legs, leaving everything on display for Austin—everything you knew he wanted but couldn’t have.  His mouth watered at the sight.  “Seems it’s only fair that I get myself off just like you, right?”  

You didn’t break eye contact as your hand dipped to the pooling arousal between your legs.  Suddenly, he realized exactly what kind of torture awaited him now:  you were going to get yourself off first.  And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it but watch.  A breathy satisfied moan left your mouth, “Oh, Aus.”  You drew his name out in a long sigh, but the word left him empty since it wasn’t him that provided the pleasure (not that it made a difference to his quickly hardening cock).  Austin shifted in his seat as you let out a gasp and gripped the back of the loveseat over your shoulder.

“Eyes on me, baby. Only me.” you taunted, screwing your eyes shut as you began a rhythm on your clit that tightened the coil in your abdomen.  “Mm, this could have been you, Aus.”  You pulled your lip between your teeth, attempting to make an extra show for him.  

Truth be told, the performance wasn’t quite as pleasurable as you made it out to be as you normally liked Austin to be the one to get you off, but he’d been naughty and you deemed the performance a necessary punishment to get him irate or apologetic, whichever came first. After all, this was your game, so it seemed only fair that you make up the rules—even if they were unfair.  

“This could be your hand touching me, but you couldn’t wait, could you?”

Austin had his eyes glued to your fingers moving through your wet arousal and over your clit, as he shifted again in his seat.  “No, I couldn’t wait,” he choked out, the words leaving him hoarse.  

“Such an impatient man.”  The coil began to compress, and you picked up your pace to chase the release.  “You’re so desperate for me aren’t you, baby?”

A whine edged into his voice, “Yes, ma’am. I need you so bad.  Please.”  He leaned forward to the edge of the couch, letting out a strained breath.  A jolt of arousal bolted down your spine, but you chose not to respond to his plea and instead let out an obscene moan to tease him a little more.  He continued, more of that delicious whine lining his words, “Oh, please, baby, can I make you come.  Can I please touch you?”

The begging sent you over the edge and a lovely wave of white pleasure washed over you as you came, knuckles going white as you clutched the back of the couch.  Toes curling, head thrown back in ecstasy, your quick breaths echoing off the walls; it might as well have been pulled straight from a porno, and it had Austin captivated and straining against his slacks. If you hadn’t been recovering from an orgasm, you might have taken a minute to soak in the power you held over him at the moment.  

When the aftershocks finished wracking your body, you met Austin’s lustful gaze from across the room with a hooded one of your own.  He licked his plush lips, eyes raking over your form as his chest heaved, his cheeks flushing a light pink in his excitement.  You smirked, pleased with the effect you were having on him.

“You wanna taste me, sweetheart?” The question had barely left your mouth when Austin nodded feverishly. You crooned, “Awfully greedy, aren’t we?”  

You retracted your hand from your pussy and swiftly crossed to Austin to straddle him again, pushing him harshly back into the couch. He offered no resistance to your fingers slipping between his lips, savoring your taste and running his tongue over your fingers. You smirked. 

“I love how eager you are for me, Austin,” you purred, slithering your hand back to the base of his skull and tugging gently on a few of his curls. His eyes rolled back at the praise. 

You straddled him again, pulling your fingers from his mouth and pressing a hot, sloppy, open mouthed kiss to his worry-worn lips.  He kissed you hungrily, like kissing you was the only thing that would put air into his lungs. You were right: he was desperate for you. 

“I love when you’re begging for it. Begging for me.” You gasped the words between kisses, rolling your hips into his. He hissed at the welcomed sensation. Your hands wandered down to his belt, pulling the buckle free. 

“Touch me,” he gasped. “Please touch me, ma’am. Please.” 

Your eyes flashed up to watch his pretty face express the pleasure you supplied as you palmed his cock. Slowly, agonizingly, you undid the button and zipper on his slacks. Your fingers dipped beneath the waistband and shimmied it down his hips just enough for his cock to spring free from his underwear.  You couldn’t help but grin.  It seemed every single part of Austin was pretty. 

“Can you behave for me, Aus? Are you gonna listen to me this time? Gonna tell me when you’re about to come?” you cooed, dragging your hand up and down his dick in long languid strokes. 

“Yes, ma’am. Yes, I promise. Please. Just—please,” he choked his whimpers down as best he could but you could tell he was losing that battle.  You made a mental note to draw those whimpers out of him later.

You hummed as you slid off his lap and sank to your knees, eyeing his throbbing erection, the precum already oozing from his tip.  Without wasting any more time, you took hold of him by the base and licked a long stripe along the underside of his cock.  He let out a breath, one that let you know how much he’d been trying to hold back earlier.  You suppressed a grin and leaned forward to kiss the angry red tip, pressing a few little kitten licks to the top.  He squirmed at the sensation.

“P-please,” he whined, “no, teasin’.”  

You pulled away.  “You want me to stop?”

“No! Please, ma’am, I--” he started, but you didn’t want to hear it.  

“Then you’ll take what I give you, and beg for more.”  

He whimpered, actually whimpered, “Yes, ma’am.”  A flash of hot arousal whipped down your spine and straight to your throbbing pussy. Fuck, that was hot. 

“Good,” you hummed, before turning your attention back to his cock.

When you took his tip into your mouth, a shudder shook his chest as he moaned. You pumped your hand along him a few times, reveling in the way you could see his strong arms tugging and squirming to break free from his restraints, the way his eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy.  

You pulled away for just a moment to tell him, “Love the way those pretty blue eyes roll back when I’m sucking you off, baby.”  Your voice dripped over him like honey, smooth and salacious—all he wanted in that moment was the feeling of your tongue swirling around his head.

You bobbed your head, taking his long cock back as far as you could, pumping the rest of him with your hand.  

“Y-yes, ‘slike that,” he moaned.  “Kee-keep, goin’ like that.”  His eyes screwed shut and with a gasp and a grunt, he cried out, “Oh! I’m gonna come, baby!”  The pleasure had been building all day and it had gotten so intense.  You bobbed your head a few more times, pulling him closer and closer to the peak.  “Oh!  I’m—”

You pulled back, letting his hard wet cock spring back to his stomach in a pitiful display of arousal and no relief.  Those beautiful ceruleans blinked open, and for a moment you thought you could see a line of tears in his waterline.  His chest rose and fell quickly with heated breaths as he spoke, “Why’d you—” he stopped for a moment to think as you crawled back onto his lap and wiped your mouth, “b-but I’ve been good for you, haven’t I?”

You pressed a searing kiss to his open mouth to shut him up, allowing his cock to barely graze your cunt.  His breath hitched at it, and you pulled his head back by his hair to let him get a look at you.  

“Please,” he begged, “can I please come?”  

“Patience, darling.  You’re doing so well, but you’re not there yet,” you teased, dragging the back of your index finger down his cheek.  You tugged on his hair again, easing another whine out of him.  It sent a thrill straight to your core.  

“Color?” Your voice softened as you asked the question. You might have been in the driver’s seat tonight, but he had control of the situation. 

“Green, baby. So green.” His answer came immediately. 

“Good,” you cooed with a smirk. You stood again, only this time, you beckoned him to follow you to the other couch.  

“On your knees, Aus,” you commanded, and the tall blond obeyed.  “So good for me, aren’t you?”  You sank back to the love seat, spreading your legs again for him.  “Make me come, Austin.”

His eyes went wide, and a small smile graced his lips.  

“Yes, ma’am,” he affirmed before diving in like it was his last meal on earth, letting you swing your legs over his shoulders and crush his head between your thighs.  The man was a master with his tongue.  He crudely licked a long stripe along your pussy before lapping gently at your clit.  

He ate you out like it was his job, plunging his tongue into you and stimulating your clit with practiced perfection.  Up and down, up and down, sucking here, nudging there, swirling and finally adding in a little nip that drove you wild.  A string of praise fell from your mouth without you even realizing.  “So good t’me.  Oh Aus, yes like that!  Keep going for me, baby!”  

His tongue plunged inside you, and you let out a gasp, gripping the back of the couch again.  He could tell you were getting closer, closer, closer, and maintained his pace on your clit as you let out another cry, “Yes! ‘M close! I-I—” 

The words wouldn’t come, but he knew exactly what you meant.  He drank the words down and let out a grown at the sound of your voice, your cries. Ultimately, that tipped the scales and you came all over his face with a cry.

He didn’t stop though; his tongue continued its magic as he helped you ride your orgasm out until the wave of white passed over you and you had to push him away with your hand.  He didn’t back away fully and instead pressed more wet, heated kisses to the inside of your thighs, stealing glances up at you as you caught your breath.  Finally, your eyes locked and he stopped with a slow and intimate kiss on your leg.

He grinned at you in the dimmed light, his chin glistening.  The man wore your arousal like a damn badge of honor.  It was filthy, positively filthy. 

“Did I do good, momma?”  he rasped, voice deep and gravelly.  You might have just climaxed, but the nickname suddenly ignited a new kind of feral desire for him, and you felt yourself getting hot and bothered all over again.  You took a few steadying breaths before you spoke.

“You did very good, baby boy.  Oh, fuck, you did so good for momma.”  You lunged forward to capture his lips with yours, not caring in the slightest that you tasted yourself on his tongue.  Your lips moved together in practiced perfection, sliding, sucking—you even nipped at his lower lip and pulled a sigh from him. 

“Can you sit on the couch for me, darlin’?” you asked between kisses.  

“Yes, ma’am.”  With a little helpful balance from you, he returned to his seat and it was clear that his erection needed some attention, so you straddled his lap again with a little more room for you to jerk him off.

“Doin’ so good for me, Aus,” you purred in his ear as you took his cock in your hand.  He hummed at the contact and moaned as your hand pumped him at a slow and agonizing pace.  

“Please, baby, please,” he begged and let your name fall from his lips.  “C’mon, baby, make me come!”  Your hand stuttered on his cock and you pulled away, making him pant and whine some more for relief.  “Baby, I’ve been good!”  His voice was desperate, but verging a little too close to demanding for your liking.  He didn’t get to demand things like that tonight.

“You’re not playing by my rules, Aus,” you chastised flatly as you leaned away to retrieve his tie from the other side of the couch.  “You don’t wanna call me what I told you to call me?  Fine.” You rolled up his tie in your hands and watched his eyes widen.  “You don’t get to say anything else either.  Open.”

Reluctantly, he obeyed and you pressed the tie into his mouth as a gag.  “You need to earn back your words, so make all those pretty little noises for me, yeah?  I want you a moaning, whimpering mess by the time we’re done here.”  

You grabbed his cock by the base again, maybe a little more sudden than you’d intended because he jumped and let out a muffled yelp.  “C’mon, Aus.  You can do it for me, darlin’.”  You pumped his long shaft quickly, soaking in every little gasp or groan he’d give you.  His muffled little whimpers made your cunt clench in anticipation, and arousal slipped between your legs.  “Just like that, baby boy. Just like that.”  

It only took a few more motions of your hand for him to be right on the edge.  Tears spilled over his pretty lashes as he moaned into the tie.  “Gonna come for me?” you asked.  He nodded feverishly, ready to end the cycle of punishments you had for him, but you smirked before pulling away, pleased with having edged him to tears.

You took the wet gag from his mouth, a string of spittle following it as you placed it on the floor. Before he had the capacity to speak, you swiftly halted any communication with a heated kiss to his open mouth again, adoring the drooling sobbing mess that he’d become in the past couple of minutes.  

Your fingers softly traced the angry veins in his cock without enough pressure to provide any relief, but enough contact to tease him and make his hips buck forward.

“Oh please, ma’am!  Please let me come!”  he whined again, another set of tears falling onto his cheeks.  “Momma, please.”

You met his tearful gaze with a small smile and tilting your head to the side. “Didn’t you disobey me, though?  You’re a greedy little boy who doesn’t know how to follow rules, and that kind of behavior deserves punishment,” you sighed as you peppered his face with light kisses—small rewards for all the noises he’d made.  

“I’m sorry, ma’am.  I-I’m—momma, I’m sorry.”  

You pulled your lip between your teeth again, looking him over and taking in the whimpering man underneath you.   “You’re being awful good for me, baby boy.  Get me off one more time and then we’ll talk about you coming.  Can you be good for momma and get her off one more time?”

He seemed to sigh a breath of relief at that.  “Y-yes, ma’am. Please, I’ll be g-good—I’ll make you feel so good.” Oh, that sounded like music to your ears.

“I’m going to take these off of you now, okay?” you grabbed the key from your purse.  He eagerly leaned forward to allow more access to his wrists. 

“So, I can touch you now?” he rasped, his hot breath fanning over your chest and making your breath hitch. Your eyes rolled back, suddenly eager for his lips on your body. 

A light chuckle escaped your chest as you leaned closer and spoke, “Yes, you can touch me, Aus.” 

Austin’s eyes closed in a silent prayer of thanks as he feverishly planted kisses along your neckline with small whispered promises of ecstasy and faint love proclamations. It all made the process of unlocking his right hand from the handcuffs a little hard to focus on, but the quiet click of the lock releasing came nonetheless. 

As soon as the strand came loose from its gears and freed his wrist, Austin wrenched his arms forward, greedy hands roaming up your waist as he pulled your body closer to him. You gasped and clutched at the back of the couch and his head for the balance that he’d robbed with his lurch forward. The handcuffs still dangled from his left wrist, clinking together as he groped your body. 

“Want me to get—“ you started offering to unlock the other handcuff, but he cut you off with a growl and more desperate kisses making their way up your neck. 

“Just wanna feel you.” His low husky voice reverberated at your throat and you hummed in appreciation, dropping the key to the floor. 

“You wanna feel me, baby?” You asked as his right hand took a fistful of your ass and his left slid up the side of your neck. You shivered at the cold metal of the handcuffs brushing up along your heated skin.

“Yes, ma’am I do,” he whispered.

“Go ahead, darlin’. Make me feel good like you always do.” And with that, he slipped the thin golden straps from your shoulders and pulled your dress down to reveal your breasts, nipples erect and ready to be worshiped by Austin. His left hand slipped down to massage one while he licked a stripe down to your nipple on the other side. 

Oh, god. Your eyes closed on their own accord, focusing purely on the pleasure he supplied. His fingers moved from your ass to between your legs, dipping his middle and ring finger into your dripping pussy.

“Aus.” His name came out in a breathy mewl as he began a rhythmic circle on your sensitive clit with his thumb. Your breath hitched again when he curled his fingers and hit the spot just right that you couldn’t suppress a pornographic moan. “Oh, yes! Just like that!”

An orgasm lay right around the corner, and you were practically shaking as he continued. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m sorry for disobeying you before.” The words fell from his lips in a slur, his voice rough and wet from neediness. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, squelching, moans, and heavy breathing filling the air around the both of you. 

“Right there! Right—ah!” you exclaimed as the ecstasy blinded you. He muttered more incoherent apologies into your chest between your breasts as he palmed your skin and breathed in your scent. You rode his fingers as the world slowly lost its rosy hue, your fingers tangling themselves into the golden tresses at the nape of his neck. 

“Yes, oh yes,” you panted, holding his head close to you. Austin hid his face into your neck, nibbling gently on the exposed flesh near your collarbone and pulse point. 

“Such a good boy for me, Aus,” you praised, catching your breath and steadying yourself before pulling his head back by his hair. The lighting allowed you to see his wet cheeks and swollen lips. His pretty blonde lashes seemed to sparkle. He really was an incredibly beautiful man. Sometimes, it was hard to believe he was yours. 

 You brushed a stray tear from his cheek. “Good boys get their rewards.  You ready to come? Want to come inside me?” God, it was dirty. 

 “Yes, please. Please let me fuck you,” he choked out. Music to your fucking ears. You loved it when he talked like that. 

“Give it to me, Austin.” Despite being messy and overstimulated, you’d be damned if you didn’t get to come on his cock tonight. 

You leaned up on your knees and gently guided his cock to your dripping cunt, hissing when the tip of his head brushed against your clit. Fuck, you were sensitive. You didn't care though; you sank down onto him quickly and he hissed a curse. You gripped his shoulders as you gasped, nails biting into his skin. 

“Fuck, you feel divine,” he moaned. He clutched you closer. You didn’t respond as you began grinding a slow pace up and down. 

“Whose cock is this?” You asked between pants. Austin’s face creased in pleasure and he gasped when you clenched down on him.

“Yours, baby, it’s yours. I’m yours.” He spoke with awe and passion, and when his eyes opened again to meet yours he looked at you like you were the world. You crashed your lips to his desperately. “Take me,” he gasped between kisses, “use me,” his hand slipped to your neck to pull you impossibly closer, “love me,” another kiss before he pulled away to growl, “own me.” 

“‘S’right, Aus. You’re mine,” you breathed out. When you dropped down again, he hit that wonderful little sweet spot inside you, pushing you to the edge. Oh god! You picked up the pace a little, eager to chase the nearing euphoria. 

Grinding, heaving, moaning, you tapped your fingers to his lips. “Open your mouth, babe.” He did, and you did something you never thought you’d ever do: you gathered all the saliva in your mouth and spat it into his. He was yours, yours, yours. Without missing a beat, a smile played on his lips. He never broke eye contact as he did something he didn’t think he’d do.

He swallowed it. 

It was like a bolt of lightning. You were so close, so close, you wanted to sprint to the finish line. And from the looks of it, he was too, growling clutching your closer as you rode him at a now impossible pace. “You wanna come, Aus?”

“Please, momma! Please!” He moaned, his glassy eyes screwing shut as his sensitive head hit your cervix. You tightened your grip on his strong shoulders at the feeling. 

“Come for me, Austin. Come inside me. Come for momma.” 

One, two, three thrusts and you were both seeing stars. A string of curse words fell from his lips as he pumped his hot come into your cunt.  Your nails bit into his shoulders, no doubt leaving crescent shaped indents in his skin. You trembled in his arms, over sensitive and catching your breath, and he was transported to another dimension—his long awaited orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks and the aftershocks pulled him closer to your skin as you both came down, clutching each other. 

You held his head to your chest, stroking his hair and whispering sweet nothings and praises as he rode out his orgasm, thrusting deeper into you. “That’s it, baby, let go. Did so so good. Love you so much, darlin’. So much.” His eyelashes fluttered against your neck and his breath and hips gradually slowed. He slowly kissed your collarbone before raising his head to look over your equally flushed face. 

“Shit,” he puffed, that post-orgasm glow highlighting his lopsided smile, “that was…” He couldn’t find the words. Seems you’d fucked him stupid. 

“Earth-shattering?” You finished for him with a smile. He chuckled. 

“Yes, ma’am. Earth-shattering.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that. 

You bit your lip and turned your gaze downward as you spoke. “So I—it wasn’t… too much?” Daring a glance up, you met his pretty blues again, slowly returning to their normal sea shade. You’d never really had the chance to let your dominant side out in the past, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d taken things too far with him. 

“Too much?” Austin repeated with a laugh. “Baby, listen to me carefully when I say this: you could have stepped on me and I’d have thanked you.” He grinned at the melodic laugh you let out at that. 

“You like it when momma’s in charge?” 

Austin grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” 

For a moment it was just you and Austin. You in his lap, his delicious cock still inside you, stroking his face, his fingers running up and down your arm.  This game had finally come to a close and you both dropped the personas you’d adapted for the fun and it really was just two people hopelessly obsessed with each other again. But one thing was sure: this had opened the door to an entirely new set of sexual experiences that you could have in the future.

After all, you still had those handcuffs that would need to be broken out every now and then, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they might feel like on your skin one day too.  

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And that’s the story of how Austin found out he enjoyed being a sub.  The End.

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Bad Influence (18+)

Paring: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Warnings: Dom Eddie Munson , Dom/sub, Anal S3x, Anal Fingering, Established Relationship, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Rough S3x, Rough Kissing, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Hates Steve’s Dad, Watching

Summary: Eddie knows that Steve’s dad doesn’t like him and he goes out of his way to show it. Eddie needed to show him that he was here to stay and there was nothing he could do about it. If he believed Eddie was a bad influence then he was going to do a damn good job at it.

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Eddie found a way to piss off Steve’s dad.

A/N: this is definitely not everyone’s cup of tea so if you dint like it please leave! You have been warned :)

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After announcing that they were in a relationship, Steve and Eddie made it their duty to spend the entire summer together. That also meant Eddie had to spend his time with Steve’s family and the day would drag on for too long. He tried to be as present as possible to make a good impression but Steve’s father pushed his buttons every chance gets. Ever since he met the man he’s been disrespectful and made sure that Eddie heard all the slick comments that he could think of. Eddie thought it was because he couldn’t accept the fact that Steve liked men or he wasn’t as clean cut like everyone else in the small town. Steve informed him that it was because he smoked which Eddie took as a cover up for something else, none of it was adding up. Gradually Eddie stopped trying to be on his best behavior and spat back at Steve’s dad which always caught him off guard.

Steve scolded him about it several times and told him that he shouldn’t disrespect his father. Which Eddie had no problem with until one night when he slept over at Steve’s house he overheard an argument downstairs. Steve’s dad went on about how Eddie brought out the worst in Steve and he was the one who filled Steve’s head with homosexual tendencies. Hearing those words come out of his mouth pissed Eddie off that entire night and Steve didn’t know that he heard their conversation. Eddie’s dislike towards the older man grew every single day whenever he saw him around the house, Steve’s games, family video basically anywhere that involved Steve. He even showed at Eddie’s trailer once knowing that his company was very unwanted but that didn’t stop him because being the asshole he is, he wanted Eddie to know that he would never approve or respect anything that he did.

The thing that most people tend to forget is that Eddie rarely bites his tongue and he’ll never let anyone feel like they can treat him like shit. So when Steve’s dad least expected it Eddie was going to get him back in the most twisted and malicious way that he wouldn’t see it coming. The opportunity presented itself when Steve invited Eddie over and he emphasized that they would be by themselves. Eddie arrived at Steve’s place with all kinds of thoughts running through head as he came up with different scenarios that would make Steve’s dad blood boil. His thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening and Steve greeted him with a bright smile. Eddie let out a small gasp when Steve pulled him inside the house and started to kiss him. They made out near the door while their hands roamed over each other’s bodies.

“That’s an interesting way of saying hello.” Eddie joked after he pulled away from Steve. He wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and pulled him close enough so their foreheads could touch.

“I really wanted to see you and since we’re alone I thought we could,” Steve trailed off mid sentence while sliding his finger down Eddie’s clothed chest and bit his lip when he met Eddie’s gaze. “Have some fun.”

“Oh really?” Eddie asked as he raised a brow. Steve usually gave subtle hints when he was in the mood to have sex but today was very different. He looked at Eddie hungrily and eagerness could be seen all over his face.

“Mhm.” Steve hummed while pulling Eddie back into another kiss. This time Steve made it tougher than before and Eddie followed his lead. Eddie licked Steve’s bottoms lip for permission then slipped his tongue inside of his mouth earning a tiny whimper from Steve as his tongue licked deeply inside of his mouth. He pulled away leaving a string of spit that connected to both of their mouths and broke because of the distance they created.

“We should take this upstairs.” Eddie said lowly into Steve’s ear. Steve didn’t even hesitate to grab Eddie’s wrist and drag him upstairs. He was guiding him towards Steve’s bedroom like they always did but Eddie had something else in mind when he saw that Steve’s parents bedroom door was wide open. Eddie stopped in his tracks making Steve stop as well. “You’re parents are at work, right?”

“Yeah why?” Steve asked confused by what his boyfriend was up to. Eddie smirked as he pulled Steve into the empty room and started to kiss him. Steve felt his back lay against his parents mattress as Eddie pushed them closer to the bed while they kissed. They adjusted themselves on the bed and Eddie got in between Steve’s legs then leaned down to kiss him softly along his jaw. Steve let out small moans as Eddie continued to kiss further down and his hands slipped underneath Steve’s shirt to remove it. With a soft push against Eddie’s chest Steve shook his head quickly. “Eddie not here… it’s disrespectful to my parents.”

“Come on baby you know I would never disrespect them. I just thought it would be kind of fun, you know? You could be mom and I could be dad.” Eddie spoke softly. As much as he hated the man who laid his head here if Steve thought it was disrespectful then he wouldn’t push it. Before Eddie could move he was already being pulled by his shirt and met with Steve’s lips that were so desperate every time they kissed.

“I want you to be my daddy.” Steve breathed in between kisses and that’s when Eddie completely lost it. He pushed Steve onto his back then took off his shirt swiftly. Eddie threw his shirt somewhere on the floor hoping that it left a mess wherever it was. He leaned up to unbutton Steve’s pants and as he did the feeling of his erection was under Eddie’s hands. Eddie palmed the area making Steve buck his hips then another moan followed after. “Please… Eddie, I want you so badly.”

“I know baby but you have to be a good boy for me. From now on when you ask for something you’ll refer to me as what?” Eddie asked as he stopped moving completely. Steve whined at the loss of friction that Eddie gave him temporarily. He looked up at Eddie with soft eyes and blush creeping onto his face.

“Daddy.”

“There’s my good boy. Being such a good listener just for me, I’m so proud of you.” Eddie said before giving Steve a very much needed kiss for being good like always. He went back to taking care of Steve’s pants and finally took them off along with his. Both of them were hard in their boxers feeling the material press against their throbbing cocks. Eddie could see a wet patch on Steve’s boxers since they were light colored and he place his finger over the spot teasingly. Steve cried as he felt his tip leak with precum because of Eddie rubbing his finger over the sensitive area.

“Please.” Steve begged pathetically. His cock twitched just from a little bit of Eddie’s touch and he craved it for so long. Eddie wanted Steve to get comfortable with calling him daddy not only because it sounded extremely hot coming from him but it also added a few points to his score board against Steve’s dad. He wondered what would happen if he saw Steve laid out on his bed like this and Eddie had his way with him without anybody stopping him. Eddie thought this would be the perfect moment to get back at the man, little did he know that he spoke a little too soon.

“Please what?” Eddie said sternly. Steve visibly shivered at the sound of Eddie’s voice deepening and the way he showed his dominance over him. Eddie knew that he would get a reaction out of Steve because he loved being underneath his control.

“Please daddy fuck me.” Steve covered his face as the words came out of his mouth. It was truly embarrassing how turned in he was by the name calling and Eddie couldn’t stop smiling from ear to ear. Eddie felt like he was unstoppable at the moment and he enjoyed every second of it. Steve gave in easily letting the name escape his lips as if Eddie was the only person he knew that went by it. In the back of his mind he thought it was pretty weird since Eddie never requested to be called that but he wasn’t complaining in the slightest.

“Your wish is my command.” Eddie took his hands pulled down Steve’s boxers revealing his stiffened cock that was underneath. Steve whimpered as the cool air of the room hit his tip that still had precum coming out of the slit. Eddie rubbed his thumb over the head letting the sticky substance coat the surface of his thumb and Steve tried not to cum from only Eddie’s hands. “God, you’re so fucking wet. Are you that eager for me baby?”

“Y-yes I want you to fuck me until I can’t feel anything. Daddy… please.” Steve cried out helplessly all he wanted was to feel Eddie deep inside of him and take every inch of him even if he was too big it didn’t matter to Steve. Eddie couldn’t take seeing Steve vulnerable and giving himself to him like nothing else in the world was important. An idea popped into his head as he looked down at a desperate Steve waiting for him to make his next move.

“Get on all fours.” Eddie demanded. Steve didn’t waste anytime to get onto his hands and knees making himself exposed to Eddie. His hole wasn’t tight like Eddie thought it would be meaning Steve already did half the preparing himself. Without any warning Eddie slapped Steve’s ass cheek earning a sharp high pitched cry and he buried his face into the sheets. “Stretching yourself without me? I thought you were a good boy.”

“I p-promise I am. I just wanted to save you the trouble.” Steve rambled but the didn’t stop Eddie from pulling his back and slapping Steve again. Eddie left a big red mark on Steve’s skin and the stinging sensation that came with it made it impossible for Steve to keep his cries to a minimum. Light sobs started to come from the boy that tried to muffle his sounds into the sheets. Eddie pulled Steve towards him softly making him look in his direction and placed a gentle kiss on Steve’s tear stained cheek.

“It’s okay baby I’m not going to hit again but I had to punish you for doing things without me. Do you understand me?” Eddie asked softly. Steve nodded his head and Eddie pulled him into a kiss before getting back to their original position. Even though Steve was already stretched Eddie took it upon himself to stick his fingers inside of Steve’s hole. Eddie curled the two digits that pressed up against the soft spot that was inside of Steve. A loud moan filled the room as Eddie began to move his fingers in and out of his entrance, with every thrust of of Eddie’s fingers Steve clenched around them desperately wanting to get filled up by them. Steve pushed himself backwards and was met with an intense pain that came from Eddie’s fingers hitting the sensitive area.

“Daddy ah-“ Steve’s mind went blank when Eddie thrusted his fingers deeper inside making Steve whine as the pain turned into pleasure over and over again. Eddie made sure to push Steve limits every time they got to this point and the result would always be Steve being a complete wreck but loving how dirty they can get. With one last thrust of his fingers Eddie pulled out his fingers leaving Steve empty and clenching around nothing. Eddie aligned himself with Steve’s entrance and before he started to enter the faint sound of a car made him look out the window. Luckily the bed was close enough for him to see clearly outside. Eddie saw Steve’s dad car in the driveway and he stepped out of it angrily as if he had a bad day. He figured that Steve’s timing was a little off about how long his parents were going to be at work but Eddie didn’t mind because this worked perfectly in his favor.

“Since you’ve been such a good boy for me, I want you to be as loud as you possibly can. I want to hear those beautiful noises come from you. Do you think you can do that for me baby?” Eddie let a mischievous smirk onto his face when he saw Steve nod his head. He aligned himself with Steve’s entrance and slowly started push past the tight muscles. Eddie loved every moan that came from Steve being that he was loud enough for anyone to hear. He started to create a rhythm with his thrusts letting his cock disappear inside of Steve then roughly pulling it out with precum getting on the base. The sound of skin slapping filled the room and it only got louder within seconds as both of them lost themselves completely.

“H-harder Eddie, fuck.” Steve said in between moans and he gripped onto the bed sheets as Eddie slammed harder into his entrance shamelessly. Steve cried out when Eddie pushed him further down onto the bed forcing his back to arch. That made it easier for Eddie to continue to hit the same spot without a single stop. Steve felt his legs shake from trying to keep himself up and the way Eddie fucked him harder than ever it became all too much. Eddie held Steve in place when he started to become weak from the fast pace that he was going and that made him bury his face back into the sheets. While Steve was so far gone he didn’t notice that they had an audience and Eddie was glad that they did.

Standing at a good distance but visible through the doorway was Steve’s dad watching the scene in front of with utter disgust and anger. Eddie made eye contact with him every time he thrusted into Steve. He knew that he was beyond pissed and Eddie thought he might not make it out of this alive but it damn sure felt good to see the look on that bastards face as he saw his son getting destroyed by his boyfriend that he hated. Eddie didn’t want this victory to end and coincidentally Steve helped him out with that without realizing it.

“I need you to go harder… please.” Steve begged. Eddie pulled Steve by his hair earning a cry from him and he made Steve get on his knees. Pushing him down roughly onto his cock as both of them were now up right on the bed. Smoothly Eddie covered Steve’s eyes and licked the side of his neck then biting it in the process. Eddie looked directly at Steve’s dad who was completely frozen in one spot anxiously trying to decide if he should run or continue to watch even though it was pretty odd.

“What was that?” Eddie asked with playfulness in his tone. He thrusted upwards into Steve and he could barely keep himself up as his muscles tightened around Eddie. He laid on Eddie’s chest trying to catch his breath from what they were doing previously. Eddie pulled on Steve’s hair to remind him what he asked and breathlessly Steve responded.

“Fuck me harder daddy.” Steve mumbled and earned another hard tug from Eddie.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck me harder daddy!” Steve screamed those words and he definitely didn’t hold back. Eddie watched as Steve’s dad eyes widen at what just heard the look of fear on his face made Eddie’s heart jump with joy. He kissed the side of Steve’s cheek and smiled against his skin.

“Good boy.” Eddie whispered. Steve was released from Eddie’s grasp and fell forward onto the bed. His body couldn’t keep with the Eddie’s movements as they became slightly rougher. Eddie continued to thrust into Steve feeling his body build up with deep inside him that needed to be released. He looked away from Steve to se that no one was standing in the doorway anymore and Eddie knew that he had officially won. Focusing on the task at hand Eddie went on to thrust a few more times before Steve came on the sheets and Eddie came inside of Steve, some of it dripped down Steve’s trembling legs that immediately gave out when Eddie pulled out of his entrance. He laid there trying to steady his breathing and ignore the soreness he felt throughout his body. Eddie kissed Steve’s backside then kissed his shoulders and placed a sweet kiss onto his lips that could barely open from him being exhausted. “I’m going to get you some water, okay?”

After Eddie heard Steve hum in response he quickly put on his boxers and ran downstairs. His heart was pounding from the adrenaline that he felt and he made his way towards the kitchen. Steve’s dad stood in the kitchen facing the opposite way with his hands over his face and he was mumbling things under his breath. Eddie didn’t try to hide his presence in fact he wanted Steve’s dad to him that’s why got a glass from the cabinet and loudly placed it on the counter. The older man turned around with a scared look on his face at first but then it turned it to anger. He stormed over to Eddie and got in his face very vein popping out of his head. Eddie held back a laugh as the man tried to talk to him but he couldn’t even look Eddie in the eye. The man stopped himself completely and walked away from where Eddie was standing.

“Did you enjoy the show Mr. Harrington?” Eddie asked slyly. He was playing a very dangerous game and he knew the consequences behind it but he couldn’t control himself. Steve’s dad turned around in disbelief.

“You’re a sick individual. Having my son participate in those sinful acts and doing it with eyes on you makes it even worse.” He spat at Eddie.

“Correction sir, your son asked me to participate in those ‘sinful’ acts first-“

“I don’t believe anything that comes out of your disgusting mouth. My son would never suggest to do something that sinister and once he realizes that you’re leading him down the wrong path I’ll be right here to guide him back home.” Steve’s dad was convinced that Eddie was the actual devil on earth and anything Steve did was never his decision.

“It’s about time you stepped to be a good dad for once.” Eddie was met with strong hands around his neck and a glare that could kill him. Steve’s dad tightened his grip making Eddie struggle to breath as he tried to get his hands from around his neck.

“Watch your mouth boy. I’ve been nothing but a good dad to him and I won’t let some punk like you tell me otherwise.” Steve’s dad said through gritted teeth. Eddie let out a bitter laugh.

“It seems like I took the spot in that department don’t it, Mr. Harrington?” Eddie smirked when Steve’s dad realized what he meant and he loosened his grip on Eddie’s neck. With a shocked expressing he stood in the kitchen running his hands through his thinning hair. Eddie took the glass that was on the counter and turned on the sink filling the cup up to a good amount. Before Eddie left the kitchen he turned to face Steve’s dad. “Now if you don’t mind I’m going to tend to my ‘fatherly’ duties.”

Eddie didn’t see his reaction but the faint gasp that heard as he started walking up stairs was enough for him to be satisfied.

#steddie #steddie smut #smut #this is pure filth #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve Harrington dad #idk what else to tag #help lol #please #come on #manifesting #power #so cuuuute #ficlet #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #steddie fanfict #steve x eddie #wild #lmaooooooo #that is so funny #wow #hmmmmm #omfg #i know what you are #be for real #duffer brothers i swear #i’m tiiiiiired

[headfullofpresley]

Try it out

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 2,5K

Warning(s): SMUT!!!, pure filth I tell you, very detailed oral (m. receiving), kissing after oral, smoking, cursing, (attempt to) swallow, my bad sense of humor, reader is not shy, 1950s Elvis (yes, this is a warning bc he makes me sin), handjob (f. receiving).

Author’s note: Lord have mercy on my soul - I wrote this literally an hour ago. It’s 4 am now, rip. So keep that in mind when you read this, because it’s shit, but it definitely had me hot and bothered thinking ‘bout it. Didn’t really know how to end this, so the ending is a little... meh. n e ways, hope you’ll enjoy this piece of filth nonetheless!

You sat patiently on the edge of your bed, eyes glued on the clock that hung above your dresser ─ even in the weak dim of your bedside lamp, you were still able to make out the movement of the hour hand on the clock.

One minute before it would strike 1 o’clock and one minute before you’d see the headlights of your boyfriends’ car flashing through your bedroom window.

Excitement grew inside of you more and more and you were literally counting down the seconds. Even though you had only been dating Elvis for a few weeks, this had become one of your usual routines. Your parents weren’t very fond of their only daughter dating some greaser with his head up in the clouds, meanwhile your older brother was allowed to go out whenever he wanted and date who ever he wanted. Granted, he was the straight A student and you’d rather spend your time skipping classes to go shopping with your girlfriends or do things to your boyfriend that would simply be considered nothing but a sin by your parents.

Like clock work, lights from across the street started flashing on and off.

Four times.

You knew it was him right away and jumped up from your bed, tiptoeing around to make sure the pillows underneath your blankets were situated in the right way. You even bought a wig at the mall for this little routine you and your boyfriend had grown accustomed to. It matched your hair color perfectly and if your parents suspected anything, they had never confronted you with it.

You turned off your light, letting Elvis know you were still awake and on your way. Luckily, the house you lived in was only one story, but you still hated having to make the small climb out of the window. Your brothers’ room was right next to yours and it wouldn’t be the first time he caught you ─ he wasn’t a deep sleeper like your parents were. He always kept his mouth shut though, because you had enough dirt on him to spill, things that he did not want your parents knowing.

Your let yourself land on the grass as quietly as possible, leaving your window slightly cracked open so you wouldn’t lock yourself out in the middle of the night like an idiot. Skilfully, you manoeuvred your way through the front yard, avoiding the flowers your mother had worked so hard on to let grow.

‘‘You wanna eat somethin’ first?’’ he asked, nodding to the diner up the road that you two would pass every time you’d sneak off to your own special spot. You hummed softly in thought, but shook your head, pulling your legs up the seat. ‘‘No, I’m fine. Maybe after,’’ you told him and as you looked at each other, you shared a knowing grin.  

‘‘There she is,’’ your boyfriend grinned, equally as excited as you, as you opened the door of the passengers’ side of his pink Cadillac.

You shushed him with a laugh, climbing in the car and very softly closing the door once you were seated, making sure you wouldn’t wake any of your nosy neighbors up. Once the door was closed and the world was shut out, you turned to your boyfriend and smiled brightly.

‘‘Hi handsome,’’ you greeted him, leaning over to him to plant a kiss on his soft plumb lips. You pulled back quicker than he liked, laughing softly at him as he wanted to chase your lips for some more sugar.

‘‘E, not here! Drive,’’ you told him with a giggle and he slipped his hand between your thighs, his fingertips burning on your bare legs.

‘‘Why not, baby? Could be hot,’’ he said jokingly, wiggling his eyebrows a little as he leaned in to you. Before his hand could reach the bottom of the shorts you were wearing and his lips could reach yours, you swatted his hand away with a laugh and pushed him back in his seat.

He rolled his eyes playfully, laughing as he put his left hand back on the wheel, shifting gears as he drove away from your house. Once the car had left your street, he pushed his foot down on the gas pedal and you reached your hand out to his head, fingers running through his freshly dyed locks.

He looked at you for a second, lips rising into a loving smile as he leaned into your touch a little bit.

Your heart swelled at the sight, breathing out a soft content sigh. Though his eyes were back on the road, the smile never left his face and he took your hand out of his hair, bringing it to his lips instead. Butterflies fluttered through your stomach when he placed soft kisses on your knuckles, keeping your hand against his lips as he drove. You wished you could take a picture of him in this moment and carry it with you everywhere you’d go.

Elvis pulled up to the small parking lot at Martyrs Park, a waterfront park with a great view of the Mississippi River and the Harahan bridge. It was beautiful and the place held great memories for you, but right now, your mind was focused on one thing and one thing only.

Once Elvis killed the engine of the Cadillac, you were all over each other. You had seen him two days ago and talked to him for over thirty minutes on the phone this morning, but to you it felt like it had been days.

Weeks even.

You spend all your free time thinking about him when he wasn’t in your presence, and he wasn’t any better. He could barely focus on work anymore or talk about anything other than you.

Whenever he sang, he sang about you. It was driving everyone around him crazy, but he just couldn’t get himself to give a damn.

His hands were all over you and yours were all over him, tugging at his hair and sliding down his neck and chest. The kiss you shared was heated and a bit sloppy, feeding each other small moans and grunts. You arched further into him as you felt his hands squeeze your breasts eagerly, though you could tell he was impatient as they didn’t stay there very long, moving to your shorts instead.

His fingertips were quick to flick open the few buttons, but before he could slip his hand in between your skin and the fabric, you grabbed his wrist. Breaking the kiss, you looked at him and smiled sweetly, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

‘‘I wanna go first,’’ you told him, pushing him back in his seat before your hands were already undoing his pants.

He looked at you with wide eyes and you just smiled, admiring how kissed his lips looked, slightly stained with your soft pink lipstick.

‘‘Baby, you don’t have to.. Let me go fir-’’ his words were cut off as you slipped your hand in his underwear, not wasting any time as you wrapped your small hand around his cock. He gasped softly and lifted his hips off of the seat a little, sliding his pants and underwear further down.

You looked down at his cock in your hand, biting your lip at the sight of some pre cum dripping down shaft. You couldn’t help but smile softly at the way your manicured nails looked so pretty in their current position.

Moving your hand up, you caressed your thumb over the tip to spread some of that pre cum around and Elvis moaned softly, his eyes watching you the entire time.

You remembered how shy you had been doing this the first time with him, but he was always so sweet and good to you, that you were used to his curious eyes by now. You liked when he was watching you and making those pretty little sounds, letting you know you were making him feel good.

You leaned in closer to his face and captured his lips with your own, deepening the kiss as soon as you felt his tongue hot against yours. Your hand picked up speed a little, your nails softly caressing his balls every time your hand came down. His moans were growing steadily and you were swallowing every single one of them, moving to sit on your knees in the seat to make for a better position for what you were planning to do.

Pulling back from the kiss once more, he sunk his teeth into his lowerlip and looked at you with droopy eyes, making your walls tighten around nothing pathetically.

God, he was so gorgeous.

You flashed him a sweet smile before you leaned down, planting a soft kiss on the tip of his cock. You ignored the slightly salty taste of his pre cum on your lips and looked up at him, wanting to see his reaction when your wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked on it softly. He moved his hands to your hair to create a makeshift ponytail to keep your hair out of your face, before he leaned his other arm on the side of the door again. You sank down further, taking him in even deeper.

When he let out a deep mixture of a moan and grunt and threw his head back, it only motivated you to continue.

You closed your eyes, concetrating as you took him in completely, your throat clenching a little as you could feel his tip against the back of your throat. You tried not to gag, even though you doubted he’d mind. Your movements were slow as you deep throated him a few seconds and even though you were proud of yourself for making him feel good doing so, it wasn’t something you could keep up with for long.

Bringing your head back up, you flattened your tongue against the shaft before swirling it around the tip. You wrapped your hand around him again and took him back in your mouth, speeding up your actions a bit more as you now had your hand to help you with the deed.

‘‘Yes, yes.. fuck, Y/N,’’ he looked down at you again, his fingers coming to a halt as his cock twitched in your hand and he didn’t have to say anything  for you to know what was about to come. Your hand picked up speed a little and you enjoyed the sight of the muscles in his lower abdomen tightening, making you move back up and take him back in your mouth. ‘‘Baby, n-no, I’m.. I’m gonna-’’

‘‘Jesus.. C-Christ,’’ he breathed out as he looked back down at you again, letting go of your hair to move his hand down your shoulder blades and back and into your shorts. He raised a surprised eyebrow as he noticed you weren’t wearing any underwear and you looked up at him, smiling around him in response.

‘‘Naughty girl,’’ he grinned playfully, shooting you a quick wink before his hand dipped down further in between your legs.

When he felt how wet you already were for him, he slipped in a finger and you moaned around his cock. The vibrations of your moan made him gasp and he looked down at you, bucking his hips up a little. ‘‘Do that again, baby, please,’’ he nearly begged, his finger sinking into you deeper and it automatically caused you to let out another moan around him.

He cursed loudly and it didn’t take you two long to match each others’ rhythm. He had added another finger and despite not having much room to move in the tightness of your shorts, he wasn’t going easy on you. His fingers moved fast and skilled and you had to take him out of your mouth sometimes to breathe, all your senses going in over drive. You jerked him off as you dipped your head lower, sucking on his balls the way you knew he liked. The groan that left his mouth was almost animalistic and you ignored the way his thumb was absentmindedly pressing against your other hole as his fingers were buried inside of you, knowing it wasn’t intentional. Neither was it uncomfortable.

Cum. Right into your mouth.

It was the first time ─ usually when you’d give him head, he would cum in either your or his own hand. The taste was completely foreign to you and honestly, you were afraid to swallow it.

As you looked up at him, he noticed you still had it in your mouth and laughed loudly as he opened the door on his side. You stuck your head out of the car, spitting out his cum.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you crawled back into your seat once his hand was removed out of your shorts and looked at him. The two of you bursted out laughing and you hid your mouth behind your hand.

‘‘It was still hot, baby,’’ he assured you with a chuckle, leaning toward you to kiss your cheek. ‘‘But you didn’t have to do that. I don’t want you doin’ anything that makes you uncomfortable,’’ he said as he quickly closed the car door again, smiling at you.

You ran a hand through your hair and shrugged a little, laughing. ‘‘It wasn’t uncomfortable, just wanted to try it out,’’ you told him honestly and he pulled up his underwear and pants, making himself somewhat decent again.

‘‘Let me try something,’’ he said with a grin on his face, leaning over to your side to kiss you. You were hesitant for a second, not knowing whether he would be comfortable with kissing you after what you had just done, but it was him who was parting his lips first, letting his tongue dip in. You happily granted him access and deepened the kiss, giggling softly against his lips.

You gasped as you looked at him with wide eyes and he laughed at your reaction, blowing out the smoke of the cigarette he just took a puff from. ‘‘I hate you,’’ you laughed and he held out the cigarette in front of your lips, letting you take a drag. ‘‘Hate you more,’’ he grinned, kissing your cheek playfully a few times.

‘‘Not bad,’’ he mumbled, licking his lips as if he was doing a goddamn a wine tasting. You slapped his chest, scrunching up your nose in feigned disgust. ‘‘Don’t be gross,’’ you laughed, shaking your head a little at his tantics. He laughed along and you pulled back from him, opening the glove compartment to take out the pack of Marlboros you knew he hid in there.

‘‘Smoking is bad for you, ya know,’’ you commented, putting a cigarette between your lips. He took his lighter out of his back pocket and lit your cigarette, stealing it from between your lips. ‘‘So is trying to swallow my future children and then spitting them out in Martyr Park,’’

You were praying that it would rain tonight ─ washing away the sin you spat out on the parking lot.

#elvis #elvis presley #austin!elvis #elvis presley x reader #austin!elvis x reader #elvis presley smut #austin!elvis smut #elvis presley imagine #austin!elvis imagine #elvis presley fandom #elvis 2022 #this is pure filth #im a sinner and i like it #not me literally googling places make out spots in memphis #tamwrites

[anincompletelist]

six sentence sunday! :D

@kiwiana-writes and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf I adore you both and I'm so lucky to get to read your lovely writing every week before it's published <3 thank you thank you for the tags! I hope you're both well!!

sooooooo I received another comment on ao3 (there have only been two but unfortunately it doesn't take much for me kjshkfjdh) suggesting a possible second part to this series in which we explore 'the night of five times', if you will ;)

long story short, I can't stop starting new wips and banged this out last night and we're going strong at 3k ksjhdkh

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Alex fucking hates hotels.  They smell like bleach, they’re impersonal, and they don’t feel anything like home, where he desperately wishes he was in this moment. He leaves Cash and Amy at the entrance and crosses the marbled tile dutifully, sans luggage and donning a pair of thick Ray Bans despite the fact that it's pitch black outside the windows, a ball cap pulled down low over his head like some kind of fucking criminal.  Like a secret, which is infinitely worse.

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I don't know if I'm early or late to this because I suck at time ones BUT I would love to see what y'all are working on friends!!!!! @nocoastposts @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @daisymae-12 @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @heybuddy-drabbles @firstsprinces @littlemisskittentoes @wordsofhoneydew @cricketnationrise @tintagel-or-cockleshells <3

#do NOT be fooled by the tone of this snippet #this IS pure filth #and significantly less fluff than the last part #BUT still a healthy dose of yearning #there will ALWAYS be yearning where I am concerned I can promise you that

[rarestdoll]

pillow talk 🧁

prompt: “falling asleep in the same bed w ur best friend ellie is never a problem… until it is”

warnings/tags: wet dream situation, smut, choking, voice kink, fingering, service top!ellie, voyeurism, cunnilingus, fluff at the end, description of female anatomy

a/n: this is kinda nonconsensual at first so if ur uncomfortable w that, don’t read !

“ugh fucking hell- i’m so sick of wakin up early, i can’t fucking wait til my next day off. now i know how joel feels when he talks about havin’ ‘the aches’”

ellie grumbles as she swings ur front door open, dropping her well-worn backpack on the floor, balancing herself on the doorframe while toeing off her beaten converses. she sheds her coat off too and throws it over the chair next to the door, not being too bothered to hang it up in the closet although she knows ur gonna remind her about it later. the smell of butter and slightly burnt popcorn hits her nose, a smile cracking across her face as she shuffles further into ur place. she never gets tired of being here, her daily routine of busting into ur house after patrol has been deeply ingrained in her since the two of u really became friends. being here brings her comfort, so much that sometimes she prefers it over being in her own home, but ellie will never tell u that.

“i’m in here, idiot!” u yell back to her from the kitchen, voice strangely warped and ellie guesses that ur eating something, knowing u have a bad habit of talking with ur mouth full. she finds u perched on the island, popcorn bowl behind u, mouth half full with popcorn while using what looks like one of her comics to fan the smoke coming out the microwave away from the smoke detector. tonight was u guys’ weekly movie night, something ellie genuinely looked forward to cuz u always managed to score the best ones.

“hey! that’s precious! don’t bend it up, it took me ages to find that edition!” ellie starts, nearly lunging herself at u to pluck the “precious” comic from ur fingers.

“hold on, williams! i’m trying to make sure the house doesn’t catch on fire!” u stick out one of the legs ur currently balancing on in her direction to make sure she keeps her distance. whenever u make popcorn, u always somehow manage to burn it. this was obviously one of those times, ellie watching as u passive aggressively fan the air, face pulled in an annoyed pout.

it makes ellie laugh, at the sheer ridiculousness of the fact that u continuously mess up something so easy. she stands there watching u until the smoke finally clears, lips still pulled in a half smile when u jump off the island and smack the comic at her chest while flicking her off.

“ur so dumb, how do u always manage to do this? popcorn is literally the easiest thing to make, even jesse can do it and jesse literally burns everything he touches in the kitchen.” she jabs at u, smile widening again when u roll ur eyes at her.

“hardy har har, els.” u bite back, face still pinched in annoyance but sharing a smile just as wide as hers, “who died and made u the popcorn master?”

ellie barks out another laugh, pitching her voice low, aiming to tease u more on ur misfortune, “ur just mad cuz i do it better than u, babes. like everything else.”

ur eyes lock with hers, shining with mischief and something else ellie can’t quite put her finger on, her eyes following the movement of ur hand as reach up and tug at her ear hard enough for her yelp and smack u in the arm. u hop away before she can attack u any further, turning to cross through ur living while holding the bowl of popcorn, then starting up the stairs to ur bedroom.

“that’s what u get for being cocky. now c’mon, i have the other snacks ready in my room. i managed to swipe the exorcist from dina after baking her that strawberry buttercream cake she’s being wanting for awhile.” u giggle, remembering the interaction from earlier today and how much dina gushed over how perfect it was and how she was going to savior each bite.

the mention of her makes ellie’s insides twist, an unknown emotion rising within her, causing her pause and falter slightly, mind scrambling to make a timely response.

“i don’t think i’ve ever seen that one… i hear it’s real old, way older than joel even.” u luckily don’t catch her slip up, giggling again as u continue up the stairs, her eyes lingering on ur form, trying her best not to let them rest too long on the way ur hips and butt sway.

she watches u open ur door wider, throwing around a few things, dimming the lights some before popping again in the door to yell out, “oh and bring up something to drink please before u come up i don’t wanna die of thirst.”

“as u wish, ur majesty!” ellie calls back, biting her bottom lip into her mouth and clutching the comic harder into her chest where u smacked it at. something feels different this time, ellie just doesn’t know what yet but she’s determined to find out.

she spins on her heel, opening ur fridge to rummage through before settling on two sprites and a cola for u both to share. her brain reels back to earlier, stopping on how ur eyes captured hers, the way that unknown something flashed in them. it’s confusing, cuz ellie’s sure that ur not supposed to think about ur best friend like this, right? it’s not like she hasn’t before, the feelings she had for dina were of a similar sort but not like this. not in a way that ellie is unable to wrap her mind around it or a way that has her on her toes feeling like she’s dangling over a void that she doesn’t know what’s waiting for her at the bottom. it scares her, cuz this is new territory and it’s nothing like dina or cat or even riley. ur different, like sun tinted rain in the spring, like bubbles in the summer, like smell of cinnamon and maple in the fall, like the ice cream u both share in the winter. rare. unusual. special. it didn’t use to be like this, but now just the thought of u makes butterflies slam against the walls of her stomach, flapping helplessly in desperation and longing. and it’s how ellie knows she’s entirely fucked.

“ellie! cmon or i’ll start without u!” ur voice snaps her out her trance, making her jump out of her skin, nearly dropping the beverages. after switching off the kitchen lights, ellie all but runs up the stairs, slowing herself down as she rounds around the doorframe and slinks into ur room.

“finallyyy, u took forever, i was almost convinced that u we’re gonna stand me up,” u joke lightly. she deposits the drinks on ur bed then settles herself into the coziness of ur room, arranging her limbs til u both are comfortable, her head in ur lap and ur back against the wall.

“i would never, dumby.” she responds back, eyes looking up to scan the underside of ur face. u pat her head in appreciation, fingers gliding over her reddish brown hair in a petting manner as thanks.

“alrighty let’s get this party started!” u say, clicking the play button on the remote, u both watching as the opening credits begin.

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the movie rolls smoothly for the next hour, u both watching the old film intently, laughing a few parts that were corny then exclaiming in disgust at others. this one by far is one of ellie’s favorites, it’s dumb, cliche, and cheesy, one of the best combinations when it came to an A1 movie, which is probably why people called it a “classic.” u both had been so engrossed in the movie that u barely noticed urself start to lay down, cuddling up to ellie’s backside, head propped up with one hand while the other still carding through ellie’s hair. ellie is practically mush under u, humming lightly, almost like she’s purring, as she leans further back on ur frontside. u feel urself start to doze off, eyes falling shut for a few seconds before they snap open again, ellie pulling u closer to her backside.

cuddling is something very normal between the both of u, often times u both find solstice and peace in each other’s arms. it’s unspoken, natural, grounding. but this time, just seeing her so calm and unguarded around u makes u feel this warmth in ur chest. like hot tea on a cold day, it spreads throughout ur body, sedating u like a candy coated drug and it makes u blink back for a few moment’s cuz this is ellie. a hard lump forms in ur throat, tears stinging at ur eyes by the sudden onslaught of emotions. ur best friend? the realization scares u and u start to pull away from the red brunette lightly.

“heyyy, nooo don’t go ur my pillow and i’m very comfy right now.” ellie pouts, voice edging on a whine as she grabs ur arm to pull u back to her. u stifle a laugh, trying hard not to reveal the current state of ur emotions. the sheer cuteness of it makes ur heart stutter a few times in ur chest.

“okay okay u big baby. i won’t go anywhere.” u jokingly huff out, letting urself be pulled into her embrace as ellie flips over to face u. u two lock eyes momentarily, ur eyes moving away first to jump back to the movie, looking at her is a little too much for u to handle right now. in ur peripheral, u see ellie’s brows knit in confusion, u can almost hear the gears turning in her head, trying to decipher u like ur some ancient code that’s never been cracked. u don’t know what it is she wants exactly and ur too scared to ask quite frankly. she turns away after awhile, huffing in frustration and starts watching the movie again.

ur eyes stay trained on the screen, struggling to watch the movie. u try to keep them open but u start to drift off again, eyes falling shut after a few minutes.

it’s silent for awhile, ellie still watching the movie and she assumes u are too but u haven’t said anything in awhile, which she finds strange. she turns back to u to find u sleeping soundly. the sight makes her smile and she reaches up to rub her hand over ur head. ur face pinches at her touch, eyebrows pulled together, lip bitten into ur mouth and ellie swears she sees a blush spread across ur face. u shift next to her, slightly rocking ur body into hers while clutching onto her shirt tightly, face desperate.

ellie moves to shake u, worried that u may be having a nightmare cuz that’s a frequent occurrence between the both of u, and then u make a sound. something akin to a whine and ellie pauses for a few seconds to make sure she wasn’t hearing things. her eyes scan over u again, watching u move helplessly, ur mouth falling open as u let out another whine, this time louder than the last, making her pull away from u like she’s been burned. her brain stops, mouth going dry when she realizes that it’s not at all a nightmare but a fucking sex dream.

more sounds fall from ur lips, flush deepening on ur skin like a reddish stain and she can’t seem to tear her eyes away. ur hips grind into the bed, desperately trying to seek friction and ellie stupidly feels jealous cuz of how much she wants that to be her. she watches as ur hips stutter, hands clenching the sheets, moans coming out louder between ur spit slick lips.

“fuck…” ellie groans out lowly, biting down hard on her bottom lip, nearly drawing blood, the sounds ur making going straight to her core. she clenches her thighs together as u gasp out, broken moans becoming more and more unrestrained, increasing steadily in volume. it’s too much, her seeing u up close, like this, is making her head swim dangerously, it feels wrong. ellie takes a few moments to calm down, taking a deep breath, shaking herself to clear the fog from her head before she brings her hand down on ur hip, shaking u firm but gently.

u startle awake, flinching back from her touch, eyes finding their way to her as u look at her in pure confusion. ellie is staring at u in curiosity, eyes dark and predatory. reminisce of ur dream flickers back through ur mind and u groan out lightly, feeling embarrassment crash down on u in harsh waves. u flop back down on the bed, throwing ur arm over ur eyes. u refuse to face ellie right now, wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor and disappear.

“hey, are u still watching?” she says squeezing her hand still on ur hip lightly to get u to look her. u jump at the motion, touch feeling hot even through the layers of ur baggy sweatpants. she stares at u for a few moments longer, green orbs boring into ur face, calm and calculating, the sheer intensity of them making u squirm lightly cuz u feel too open. she shuffles her body closer, leaning down to hover herself over ur body with her arms effectively caging u in. she’s so close that u can feel her breath fan over ur collarbones and on the side over ur neck, forcing u to suppress the shiver threatening to rack through ur body.

“ur hearts beatin so fast, y/n/n, are u okay?” ellie whispers, voice twinged with amusement, she’s obviously finding this entertaining, “u look nervous, babes. am i makin’ u nervous? u know it’s just me.”

there she goes again with that stupid petname, laced in texan drawl and curling off her tongue in a way that shouldn’t be attractive. or in a way that u shouldn’t find it attractive. u know it’s just her but somehow that only makes it worse.

u shake ur head so stiffly that she barely notices it. ur body goes ridged when she leans in closes to brush her nose and lips along the juncture of ur shoulder where ur neck meets. she pulls ur arm away from ur face, pinning it down to the bed so u cant escape her hold.

laughter rings out of her when u jump as she presses the lightest of kisses to the underside of ur jaw. ur brain short circuites, surprised gasp falling from ur lips when u feel her lips spread into a grin around ur skin. u must still be dreaming, have to be, ur brain playing a crude trick on u cuz what the fuck, there’s no way this is happening right now.

“have i ever told u how pretty u are?” she asks, murmuring the words into ur skin, “i think i might of mentioned it once or twice but man ur one of the prettiest ppl i’ve ever seen.” she continues on, reaching up to splay her hand out on the back of ur neck. her fingers catch lightly on the hairs at ur nape, twisting and twirling them between the digits. “it makes me wanna kiss u sometimes, yanno?”

ur body stills in shock, unable to fully process what she just confessed to u. heat blooming on ur face, running its course down ur neck, to ur chest, across ur legs and arms. u feel like u were set on fire and u can’t breathe, finding it hard to force the rise and fall of ur chest.

“w- i- what?” u stutter out, eyes going wide and teeth clicking together by how nervous u were. ellie shifts back, grabbing u firmer by ur neck, forcing u to meet her eyes.

“don’t act coy, u heard me, y/n.” her eyes dart down to ur lips for a split second, watching ur tongue swipe over them anxiously, her fingers pressing down a little harder. she leans in again, nosing along the shell of ur ear, breath fanning over sensitive skin there as she speaks lowly, “can i kiss u, please?”

still unable to formulate a proper response, u nod ur head dumbly, heart clambering loudly in ur ears. the heat coursing through ur body has only worsen, now pooling itself at the bottom of ur stomach. what the fuck is even happening?

“i’m gonna need a verbal answer.” ellie whispers, this time ur unable to fight how ur body shakes under her grasp, breath coming out in small gasps, heating rushing down to ur cunt and u still have half the mind to feel embarrassed.

“yes, please…” u dont hesitate this time, voice wobbling as she pressed kisses on ur nose, making a trail over ur face, to ur eyes, nose, cheeks, forehead, temple, and finally ur lips. ur stomach flips at the sweet gesture.

“good girl.” she breathes against them, pushing her lips onto urs, the hand firmly on ur neck now tangled into ur hair as she holds u close. u move ur lips against hers urgently, pulling at her to come closer, want radiating hotly throughout ur body. her voice plays in a loop over and over in ur head and u can feel ur panties start to stick to u uncomfortably.

she pushes u down into the mattress, towering over u, hand yanking ur hair back so ur body arches against her. u moan at the pricking sensation on ur scalp, letting the pain ease into pleasure. she spreads ur legs open with her thigh, pressing her knee against ur clothed cunt, other hand slithering up to wrap around her neck.

“is this okay?” ellie says in between kisses, lowering her weight onto u so she can grind her hips against urs. u whine loudly, nodding ur head while ur hands find purchase on the thin frame of her shoulders, digging ur nails into the freckled skin. u melt further into her hold, opening ur legs wider, bucking ur hips up to met hers rolling down, pleading for her to do something.

she breaks away from ur lips, tilting ur head to the side, to bite down the side of ur neck, littering the skin in a pretty trail of dark red and purple bruises. “what were u dreamin about? hm?” she asks, the rasp in her voice making u squeeze ur legs around her thigh, tone pulling an almost immediate answer out of u, fast enough that humiliation floods ur veins.

“u… was dreaming about u els…” u respond back, opening ur mouth as she swipes her tongue against the bottom of ur lip, whimpering when hers means urs. it’s filthy, her tongue easily overpowering u, pushing u further back into the mattress in dominance. her hand around ur throat squeezes lightly in promise and u swear u could’ve died and gone to heaven at this point. she pulls away from u again, biting ur bottom lip between her teeth, to look at u in equal parts of lust and adoration, both fascinated and satisfied by how utterly fucked out u look from just kissing.

“yea? really? i must’ve been doing a great job cuz u looked so pretty layin there moaning and whining next to me, all desperate and helpless, i almost had the mind to lend u a helping hand.” she teases, eyes glinting in a way that makes more wetness flood ur panties, her looking at u like this doing nothing but spurring u on. the thought of her watching u, listening to how desperate u were for her, knowing how much it affected her just as much as u makes ur stomach pull harshly, a thick cloud of need fogging up ur head.

“fuck, ellie… just please do something?” u beg her, feeling urself grow impatient with the need for her to touch u, wrapping ur legs around her waist, fully grinding ur cunt down on her thigh.

“i will, babe, but first,” she starts, grinding harder into ur soaked cunt, fighting back the urge to just say fuck it and have her way with u, “u gotta tell me what ur dream was about, i wanna hear u say it. go on and admit it.”

she’s taunting u now, going back and forth with u like she’s playing a game of cat and mouse, purposely dropping her voice a few octaves cuz she know how fucking needy it makes u. u have never seen ellie like this, in this headspace. eyes dark, pure dominance radiating off her with ease. sure u’ve seen a glimpse of it in whenever she’s leading a patrol, coming up with better ways to protect jackson, or even in the past when u should see her flirt occasionally whenever a new girl came into jackson, holding an air of confidence to her name. but never like this. it makes u want to be good for her, want to listen to her every command.

“about ur fingers… we were in bed like this, uh… u were fucking me with ur fingers, uh and u were edging me til i started crying…” u trail off, feeling urself fall deeper into the haze she’s put u in. it’s suspicious, how good she is at this, like she knows exactly what u want and need.

her mouth twitches up into a smirk, smugness evident on her face even up to her eyes. she’s well aware of what she’s doing to u, how much power she holds over u.

“would u like that, baby? u spread out all pretty underneath me with my fingers in ur wet cunt, fuckin’ u so hard ur only able to remember my name and how fuckin’ good i make u feel?” ellie’s voice is edging onto a growl at this point, a hand coming down to cup ur heat through ur sweatpants, eyes lighting up and lips curling further when a wanton moan leaves ur kiss swollen lips.

“please please ellie just-“ u cut off into another moan, as she rubs her fingers over ur clothed entrance, palm grinding down on ur clit. any coherent thought flies out of ur head, body focusing solely on her finally touching u where u desperately need it.

“ur so pretty when u beg. who knew u would be so obedient?” ellie whispers lowly, u almost don’t catch it when she slips her hand along the waistband, eyes flickering back up to ur face for confirmation. u nod, hard enough to make her laugh. she pushes both ur pants and underwear down, eyes trained on skin as it’s revealed inch by inch. she gasps when they’re finally off, throwing the clothes on the floor next to ur bed, her chest visibly hitching when her eyes drink in the sight of ur naked cunt. her gaze lingers for a few more seconds, tongue absentmindedly licking over her lips, her pupils dilating til only a thin ring of green is left.

“shit, ur this wet already? just from a little bit of kissing?” her finger find her was back to ur heat, cupping u fully like before and ur body lights up with pleasure at the skin to skin contact. u try to catch ur breathe as she rubs her fingers slowly over ur cunt, thumb pressing down on ur clit as two fingers slide down to ur entrance. u stop breathing for a second, waiting in impatiently for her to put them in. she pauses, just long enough for u too let out a frustrated whine, before pushing them in. the stretch makes ur head swim, lewd moans falling from ur lips as she sets a slow but steady pace, her slender fingers stuffing u full just like in ur dream.

“that’s it, pretty girl. awww look at u, does it feel good?” she cooes, green orbs trained on ur face in awe, observing as ur face scrunches up, lips pulled into a pout, eyes glassy and glazed over. ur so caught up in her fingers pistoning out of u that u barely give her an answer, forcing a wobbly “yes” with a delayed out, begging her to go faster, harder.

her fingers curl up, brushing against that spongey spot and ur spine arches almost dangerously, pleasure racking through ur body hard enough for u to see stars.

“please ! please p- please ellie !” u wail out, her fingers fucking into so hard, so good, making ur sink further into that sweet floaty headspace. u hardly notice urself start to cry, hot tears rolling down ur face as she continues her merciless pace.

“fuck ur taking we so well, doing such a good job, sweetheart.” ellie grits out, clearly just as affected as u are. she pulls out abruptly, sliding her hands under ur knees. before ur about to protest, she pins ur legs to ur chest, lowering her mouth to lick a sloppy stripe over ur cunt before pushing her fingers back into ur stretched hole, fingers pounding directly on ur g-spot.

u scream out, full on sobbing now, hands flying down to grip red brunette hair as ellie eats u out. ur so gone, only being able to focus on her fingers filling u up and her tongue lapping unforgivingly over and over over ur swollen bud. ur legs shake around her head, fingers yanking hard on the strands between ur fingers, making ellie moan in u, sending endless vibrations through ur body. u can feel urself getting close, knot winding itself tighter and tighter in the pit of ur stomach.

“ellie !” u keen, pulling her head up so u can make eye contact with her. she looks beautiful herself, pretty blush painted across her skin, eyes black with lust, lips shining ur with arousal, chest heaving like she’s run a marathon. she looks feral, fucked out, and is probably just as gone as u.

“i can feel u clenching down on my fingers, u gonna cum, baby?” her voice dripping in tenderness, hands moving up to brush the tears off ur cheeks. the gesture makes u whine harder, heart flipping, knot threatening to burst at any moment.

“yes yes please…” u lean up to meet her halfway, capturing her lips in a heated kiss, tasting the salty sweetness of urself on her tongue. she speeds up her fingers, breaking away to bite down on ur neck, sucking on a mark she left previously.

“go on, come for me, don’t hold back, be a good girl and make a mess all over me, yea?” that’s just enough to send u over the edge, ur back arches of the bed, fingers scratching down ellie’s back, unrestrained screams of her name leaving ur lips as that knot finally snaps. u cum all over her fingers, legs shaking violently as white hot pleasure shots through ur body, mind going blissfully blank when u reach ur peak.

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u don’t know how long ur out for, but when u finally come around ellie’s pulling her fingers out of u, licking them clean of ur spent. after pulling a pair of her boxers over ur bare bottom, she wraps herself around ur body, holding u close, whispering praise and reassurance in ur ear while u come to. she trails her hands lovingly over ur body, through ur hair, and over ur face, wiping the leftover tears off ur face and kisses ur forehead.

u whine out, fingers winding in the material of ur shirt, pressing urself into the crook of her neck as u come back into ur body. u both lay there for a few moments, happy to be in each other’s company. a frown pulls down on ur lips and ur pull ur head up to look at ellie, eyebrows knit in worry.

“what about u els?” u croak out, twisting the soft material of her shirt between ur fingers.

“it’s okay, baby, u can do that later. seeing u cum was more than enough for me.” she says, smiling down at u. ur heart flutters and u can’t help but think abt the question that’s been bouncing around in ur head since she first kissed u. if u didn’t ask now there would be no way of u know because ellie wasn’t too keen on talking about her feelings unless u asked first. u decide to take the leap of faith.

“ellie?”

“yes, sweetheart?”

“what does this mean? do u like me?” u ask in a small meek voice, suddenly overcome by nervousness and fear of rejection. u jus had sex with ur best friend for pete’s sake ! and u were absolutely terrified at the the thought of her not liking u back. u didn’t want to be just another girl to her, or friends with benefits or any of that bull, u wanted to be hers and hers only, after all she wouldn’t have sex with u if she didn’t think the same way, right? u try ur hardest to push down the rising feeling of anxious nausea in ur throat as u wait for her to answer ur questions.

“of course, silly! i don’t just finger fuck any ol body,” she laughs, hugging u closer to her, “besides, i don’t like anyone else but u, i haven’t since i met u.”

confusion flashes over ur features for a moment and u open ur mouth to speak before even thinking. ellie’s been hitting up girls for years, always having someone new hanging off of her every few months so for her so say this does nothing but confuses u, “but what abt all those other girls?”

“oh them, yea nothing came out of them, i never got past anything that just flirting with any of them.” ellie says, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “i’m so dumb, i should’ve just told u how i felt instead of trying to pursue other ppl.”

“u are pretty dumb els.” u sigh out, biting back a giddy smile at her straightforward confession. ur still convinced ur still dreaming to some degree. only a little bit.

“hey ! that’s mean !”

“but that’s what i love about u other than ur sick guitar skills and ur ability to make good popcorn. i like u too obviously.”

“damn, what about my looks?” she smirks, eyes filled with mischief, winding an arm over ur waist.

“they’re alright i guess. i can’t have my girlfriend looking cuter than me.” u say playfully, shoving her shoulder back. her eyes widen slightly at ur choice of words before a even wider smile cracks across her face.

“don’t get cocky now, i can wipe that smirk right off ur face.” she says in a slightly threatening tone, obviously meaning more than what she’s letting on.

u raise an eyebrow at her, leaning in real close to ghost ur lips against hers teasingly, gaining the confidence u wish u had before, “i’d like to see u try.”

“ur lucky ur my girlfriend.” she whispers against ur lips before connecting them to urs for the umpteenth of the night.

a/n: this took soooo freaking long to finish y’all don’t understand ໒꒰ྀི𖦹ࡇ𖦹꒱ྀི১

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It would so be whenever they were stressed

Either rehearsal went on for too long

Or they were getting worked extra hard in dance practice

They would take it out on you

They’d bicker over who got to go first and last and sometimes it almost broke out into a fight before Yeji yelled at them

Lia would get to go first, she was stressed yes but she would be gentle with you, slowly thrusting in and out and reaching a arm around to play with your clit as she fucked you into orgasm, she would slowly cum and it would leak out of you as she pushed it back each with a few more weak thrusts and then get pulled away by Yuna

Yuna was the opposite of Lia, she needed to get the stress out and this was the best way. She wouldn’t give you time to recover from Lia before thrusting in and fucking you so roughly that your arms would give out from under you as she slammed her hips over and over, your face pressed into the bed and your moans being muffled, she would cum so hard that she had to lay down ontop of you to relax. Pulling out and laying next to you catching her breath

I feel like Yeji would go next, she would be rough too, but she let you gather yourself and let you lay down as she fucked into you, you were soaking both with sweat and between your legs, being one of the largest in the group it allowed her to slip in with ease. She would be more vocal, the first two would be all grunts and low rumbles but Yeji would definitely mumble a few ‘fuck’s and soft moans, she wouldn’t be rough but not super gentle, just a mix of the two as she fucked the stress out

Ryujin would probably be the roughest, she would impatiently wait for her turn, and basically shove the person before her away as she lined herself up, turning you around to lie on your back as she lifted your thighs around her waist. She would rather mark your neck while she fucked you, sloppily mouthing and sucking over your neck, collarbone and chest as she sheathed herself in and out of you, you just mustered enough energy to bring you arms up around her neck, letting them fall to her upper back muscles and running your nails over. She would definitely have the most cum, pushing out all of the other girls’ as she flooded you.

Chaeryeong is again rough, the always took it the hardest when a move wasn’t correct and took it out on you. She tucked her arms around your head, making sure that it would be secure as she thrusted into you so hard that you tried to scream, but your voice was long gone. She’d thrust so hard that the echos of her skin slapping onto yours made its way out of the bedroom. She’d be vocal too, more grunts and swear words and they got louder as she came, mumbling long drawn out fucks as she emptied into you

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Naughty Kitty

This is the next part of my Kitten Jaskier au.

Explicit. Warnings: Pet play, Dom/sub undertones, subspace, collars, anal plug, anal sex, oral sex, rough sex, dirty talk. 2,200 words

Geralt/Jaskier

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Jaskier can already feel himself slipping into his kitten space, but he pushes it off as much as he can. Geralt doesn't like when he goes into subspace on his own, and now he   realizes how dangerous it was when he did so in the past.  Thankfully he has a great partner now, and Geralt takes such good care of him.   Tonight is supposed to be a little present to show him how much Jaskier adores him, though it's going to be fun for him, too.

He fixes his headband before leaping off the bed, landing on all fours like a proper cat should.  He shakes his hips, moving his tail plug around, and the soft faux fur slides smoothly over the back of his legs.  Satisfied that everything is in place, he slowly makes his way to their front door, tail swinging behind him.  Geralt should be home soon, but he still has time to get in position.

Jaskier stops a few feet back from the front door, wanting to be the only thing Geralt sees when he opens it.   He kneels up, sitting on his heels before balling up his fists and holding them up in front of his chests.  It's his classic paws up pose, and one of Geralt's favorites.  He shivers, already anticipating his partner's reaction when he gets home.

It doesn't take a mirror to know he looks damn good right now.  Jaskier is naked except for his kitten gear.  His headband is new - a holiday gift to himself - and though it's more playful than his usual style, he knows it looks good.  The soft kitten ears are bright red with white inside, and the tail is  candy cane striped to match.  He should feel ridiculous, but he just feels pretty and festive instead.

The impromptu collar he made feels heavy like a brand around his neck, and he knows he will have to bring up buying something permanent together soon.  He never feels like anything but Geralt's when they're playing like this, but a constant reminder of ownership would make things even hotter.  He forces himself to open his eyes, not remembering when he had closed them.  He's going under faster than anticipated, but it's easy knowing Geralt will be home any minute now.

Jaskier is buzzing with anticipation by the time the door swings open.  He looks up at Geralt through his long lashes, holding back a smirk when his lover's eyes go wide and he tosses his keys and coat on the floor in his rush to slam the door behind him.  Jaskier is a good kitten, not moving even a little while Geralt takes him in.

"What a nice surprise," Geralt finally says, shaking his head as if to clear it.  And no, that simply won't do.  That's not what tonight is about.  Jaskier meows loudly and tilts his head back to show off the red ribbon tied carefully around his neck.

His heartbeat picks up as Geralt's thick fingers caress his neck, his thumb brushing over Jaskier's pulse point before lifting the tag attached to the make-shift collar.  The little silver jingle bell chimes, and Jaskier has to hold in a laugh.  It's louder than any kitten-themed bell he's worn before.  Perhaps he should have tested that out, but it's not like fucking with the sound of jingle bells in his ears will make it any less fun.

"Naughty," Geralt reads, drawing out the word.  "Is that right?  I came home to a naughty kitty?"  He places two fingers against Jaskier's lips, easily pressing them inside with no resistance.  Jaskier sighs, the heavy press of Geralt's fingers on his tongue grounding him.  Fuck, he didn’t realized how much he needed this.

Jaskier feels his mind slowing down, like gears getting coated with honey, and he blinks up at Geralt slowly.  Geralt stares back at him, a warm look on his face, and Jaskier feels so fucking safe he could cry.  He greedily sucks on Geralt's fingers, not bothering to be subtle about what he actually wants.  Geralt lets him keep at it until he's drooling, spit slowly sliding down his chin as his eyes glaze over.

"You need more to keep that mouth busy, don't you?" Geralt asks, a growl on the edge of his voice.  Jaskier can't speak, not like this, but he starts humming in his version of a purr, knowing Geralt will get the hint.  "Such a messy kitty," he adds, clicking his tongue as he pulls his fingers back.  Jaskier falls forward slightly, chasing the feeling of being so full.  But then he realizes he's supposed to be good, - and oh how he wants to be good - so he sits back on his heels and waits for instructions.

It shifts the plug in his ass, and Jaskier clenches around it, whining as sparks shoot through him.  Geralt maintains eye contact, wetting his lips as he unzips his trousers and shoves them down just far enough to get himself out.  It feels like Jaskier's heart is going to beat right out of his chest as he watches his lover stroke himself, slowly hardening under his own touch.  Jaskier longs to be the one doing that, but his paws are useless when he's like this.  Instead, he sits there, ever so good, until Geralt taps him on the mouth gently.

"That's it, open up for me sweetheart," Geralt murmurs as he moves forward.  He holds the head of his cock just out of reach, and Jaskier is practically gagging for it.  He wants to move, wants to swallow him down, but he can do this.   He can be good.  "So perfect for me," Geralt whispers, and Jaskier's heart soars.

And then he moves forward, slowly feeding Jaskier his cock.  Jaskier's whole world dissolves down to salt and musk and the heavy weight of Geralt's prick on his tongue.  Still, he doesn't move, just lets Geralt buck his hips, using him for his own pleasure.  A familiar peace falls over him, and he finally gives in completely, letting his kitten space take over.

It's so easy to let go, to lose himself in the feeling of Geralt fucking his face.  He's floating, body buzzing as Geralt thrusts in and out of him.  His own cock throbs lightly, but it’s more of an afterthought.  This is for Geralt, not him.

His eyes threaten to flutter closed, but he manages to keep them open, manages to stare up at Geralt as he's used to brilliantly.  Shaking his hips, he moves his fluffy tail around behind him, and Geralt slams into him roughly a few more times before pulling out.  He rubs the wet head of his cock over Jaskier's lower lip, pre-come making a mess of him, and Jaskier hums in happiness.

"You didn't get all prettied up for me to spill in this lovely mouth of yours, did you?" Geralt asks, and Jaskier tilts his head, rubbing against his palm.  He shimmies his hips again, and Geralt takes notice this time.  "Let's get you to the bedroom," he says, but Jaskier hisses.  He moves forward, rubbing his forehead against Geralt's calf, trying to make him realize what he wants, what he needs.

Geralt drops to his knees and studies him, his golden-flecked eyes roaming over Jaskier's face.  Ever the helpful pet, Jaskier tilts his head and jingles the bell on his collar.  With a chuckle, Geralt seems to put the pieces together.  "You're naughty tonight.  Nice kittens get fucked in a bed.  You want me to take you right here?  Fuck you three feet from the door like a slut in heat?"

A moan rips out of him, and Jaskier sways, nearly falling into Geralt.   Somehow, he's able to stay upright, even though it feels like his limbs have gone limp.  He meows, and Geralt cups his cheek, letting him rub against his warm palm again.  His other hand comes up and he scratches Jaskier behind his headband, giving him some ear scritches.

"Tail up, then."

Jaskier shudders and scurries to obey, spinning around and practically throwing himself down on the floor.  He presses his forehead against the carpet and arches his back, shoving his ass up in the air.  Geralt's large hands move over his back, soothing him before cupping his ass.  There's a pause, and Jaskier almost whines again, desperate for attention, but then Geralt taps on the plug in his ass and he howls as fire dances up his spine.

Geralt teases him, pressing a thumb against his stretched rim, tracing where his body swallows up the plug.  His tail hangs over his hip, the soft fur adding to the overwhelming amount of sensations flowing over him.  He doesn't go easy, alternating between tapping the blunt base of the plug and tugging on Jaskier's tail to make him whimper.  He taunts him, working the toy halfway out before shoving it back inside.

By the time he deems Jaskier ready, he's about to melt into the floor beneath him.  There's a stinging in his knees, and some part of him knows he'll have rug burn after this, but his mind is too far gone to care.  He pushes back, looking for more, and Geralt punishes him for it with a sharp slap on his ass.  He cries out and presses his head deeper into the carpet, letting the sting of the hit wash over him.

Just when he thinks he can't feel anything more than he already does, Geralt pulls the toy out of him, dragging a broken moan from his chest.  He hears it thud on the carpet next to him but is too far gone to focus on it.  Geralt says something, but the words don't make sense.  He feels sluggish, like he's floating and falling at the same time, and he waits for Geralt to repeat himself.

"More lube?" he finally hears, not knowing how many times his owner has had to repeat himself.  He hisses and shoves his hips back, hoping Geralt understands him.  He opened himself up for what seems like hours earlier, and he wants to feel his lover tonight.  Geralt normally pampers him, spending way too long stretching him, and he's more than open enough to take him like he is.  "Right, naughty," Geralt murmurs, and Jaskier hears the rustle of fabric behind him.

When he moves in again, it's clear Geralt has shoved his trousers down to his knees and his bare thighs hit the back of Jaskier's.  He whines and pushes back, but Geralt whispers something soothing and runs a hand down his spine a few times, grounding him.  As inpatient as he is for this, Jaskier settles himself somehow and holds still.

Only then does Geralt rub the leaking head of his dick against Jaskier's slicked up hole.  He wants to buck back, wants to bury his owner in his ass, but he waits for it like the good boy that he is.  After a moment of teasing, Geralt pushes past his rim, slowly sinking inside of him.  It's hard to think, hard to remember how to breathe, but Jaskier somehow manages both as he's filled so perfectly.

His face is wet, and he realizes he's drooling on the carpet.  With a whine, he tries to pick up his head, but that's the moment Geralt starts to fuck him.  He starts in short, rough thrusts, and Jaskier howls as he quickly gets used to the rhythm.  He feels wonderful, like he's so fucking full, and it's all he can do to hold his hips up as Geralt starts to drill into him.

And then there are no thoughts, only feelings.

Geralt fucks him harshly, nails digging into his hips and grunting as they move together.  Gone is his gentle lover, and in his place is a powerful beast of a man, working him over in the best way possible.  It's more than Jaskier had ever hoped for.  He cries into the carpet as his legs start to shake, hoping he can hold this position as long as his owner needs him to.  The bright sound of the noise bell attached to his collar fills the air, jostled with every slam of Geralt’s body into his.

He's an absolute mess, all drool and tears and whines as Geralt plows into him.  It's so fucking perfect he can hardly stand it.  His own neglected cock hangs ignored and heavy between his thighs, no doubt dripping pre-come all over the floor.  He has a brief flash of being forced to lick it up later, and it's enough to make him shoot off, coming with a shocked howl.

His legs finally give out, but Geralt holds him up, his thrusts stuttering as he chases his own release.  Jaskier's body goes limp, but his mind is blank, not a single thought floating in his normally busy head.

And then Geralt finishes, shouting as he fills Jaskier with hot bursts of come.  it feels like he's flooding him with it, like his belly will be heavy and full by the time he's done, and Jaskier whines at how perfect it feels.  There are lips on his skin, kisses shakily pressed between his shoulder blades, but Jaskier is too far under to respond.  He keeps humming, his mind pleasantly free of any weighty thoughts.

"My perfect naughty kitten," Geralt praises him softly, and Jaskier preens as the words flow over him.  

Nothing feels as amazing as being a good boy.

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#my fic #this is pure filth #I had fun #kitten Jaskier #kitten play #cw dom/sub #cw collar #cw plugs #the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt

[nearmike]

So.......... here is a thing I wrote

Lewis might be a dilf and George might be into it.

That's it, in between there were 12k words that I expected to be way less.

#i regret everything #gewis #4463 #12k of 4463 smut incoming #this is pure filth #idk what to tag this as #idk what im doing #idk many things #i regret my life choices

[ahdriking]

for a drabble, and idk if this is your thing but Porsche serving at a glory hole?

OHHHHHH MY. THIS IS PURE FILTH.

Porsche's heart thuds in his chest as he hears the sound of the bathroom door open, briefly admitting the din of the club beyond, before it it muffled once more as the door is closed again. He's been waiting for about ten minutes now, and he'd begun to give up hope, but all at once excitement floods him anew. He listens to the footsteps as they draw nearer, and watches as two black shoes appear underneath the frame of the stall. They stop, for a moment, outside of his door, before they carry on to the stall beside his.

Porsche's heart is in his throat as he hears a soft chuckle from the other side of the thin wood.

He jumps as he feels a hand suddenly touch his ass, just to the side of the cleft where it is visible through the fist sized hole in the wood. There is another soft chuckle when fingers dip into the cleft and find the slickness there. Porsche had, of course, prepared himself earlier. He wasn't about to serve at a public gloryhole with a dry, unstretched ass.

"Someone's eager," he hears in a rich, velvety voice. "You'll have to do your best to stay still if you want to take all of me."

Porsche rolls his eyes, but then he hears the sound of a zipper, and his breath catches in his chest. There is the crinkling sound of a foil packet being opened, and a long pause where nothing happens, and Porsche is forced to simply wait in hopeful anticipation for what he hopes is coming next.

He feels the tip of the cock press at his ass, just nudging between his cheeks and kissing at his hole, and immediately he braces himself on the wall of the stall in front of him. The man on the other side doesn't waste any time, as soon as he has his aim right drives his cock forward, and the head is forced past the tight ring of muscle at Porsche's entrance.

Porsche groans, loud and low, at the sharp, aching burn of the too quick penetration. It hurts, and he wants to jerk away, but he doesn't, because this is what he wanted, to be be just some anonymous hole, some random orifice for someone else's pleasure, to be used, abused, reduced to nothing. That's what this is for.

So he'll take it.

The stranger drives his cock all the way inside and Porsche's back arches as he hisses, but still he doesn't pull away. The stranger draws his cock back out and hesitates, head resting just inside, before he slams his hips in again, driving Porsche to his toes.

"Fuck!" Porsche cries.

"That's more like it."

The stranger rails him, as hard as a man can take another man through a hole in a wall, and it leaves Porsche feeling absolutely wrecked. He's sweating and shivering and aching, his cock so hard between his legs it hurts, but the stranger shows no signs of flagging. His stamina is ruthless.

"Are you touching yourself?" The stranger asks.

Porsche shudders, despite himself. "No."

"Do it."

Porsche hesitates. The stranger won't know one way or the other if he follows his command or not, why should he do as he says? Maybe Porsche doesn't want to touch himself?

"Now."

Porsche's hand is on his cock before he realises what he's doing. He strokes himself in time with the stranger's brutal thrusts, and feels orgasm encroaching, starting in the coiled heat deep in his belly and fanning out across his body as though caught on a gentle breeze.

He comes with a cry, coating his own fist with his spend, his hole tightening around the stranger's cock and bringing him to his end, too, given the sudden stuttering of his hips.

"Good boy," he hears.

Then, the cock is pulled out of his ass, leaving him feeling desperately, wantonly empty.

"Have fun with the rest."

The strangers footsteps begin to recede, before the bathroom door opens once again. A new set of feet appear beneath the stall, now.

Porsche, still shuddering with the aftermath of his orgasm, settles himself in for the next round.

#THIS IS PURE FILTH #very very #kinnporsche #ahdris drabbles

[celinecooperjones]

he’s the one they call (dr feelgood) | rated E (18+)

(mind the tags!!)

for @downtoryder on Twitter because I promised I’d write this one day and what better time than the holidays? enjoy xo

#this is pure filth #I’m not sorry #but please read the tags and don’t read it if it’s not your cup of tea #Jopper cuck Bob and he kinda likes it whoops #jopper #stranger things #joyce byers #jim hopper #joyce x hopper #stranger things fanfiction

[broodwolf221]

#solavellan #solavellen hell #solasmance #kinktober #this is pure filth #rbs are welcome but not necessary lmao

[gunksh1t]

Holding a pretty boy's legs around my head as I eat him out until his boycunt is sore and he's made a mess on my face and he's breathless. Making him cum until he can barely speak and says my name like a prayer. Making him promise he'll stay all mine and all mine forever while his head is empty. Make him think of nothing but me and the pleasure only i can give him.

Pampering my boy like he deserves, sucking his fat, stubby tcock, feeling how perfect it is in my mouth. sloppily making out with his hole and drinking him up. Peppering kissed on his dick and thighs between orgasms.

Shallowly fucking his hole with my tongue until he's desperate and needy and bucking his hips all over again. Flattening my tongue against his lil dick and letting him ride my face until he cums again and drained himself out.

He's half asleep and still gripping my head between his legs, tiredly grinding into my mouth and he can barely take anything more but he feels so good he can't think of doing anything else and he's so pretty and sweet you don't wanna stop him.

#pure filth #trans nsft #ftm nsft #queer nsft #overstim kink #grinding #worship kink #ftm sub #yandere smut #top reader #dom reader #t4t nblm #t4t nsft #dumbification #tdick #submisive and breedable