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dungeonpuppykai · 19 days

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please i need a pedri fanfic where his gf gets horny in public and starts teasing him until he takes her somewhere private and fucks her

I love your stories theyre amazinggg

I am (was) on my period hence huge feelies so I added those to this because I am very tender on Pedri as it is. I also see him as a very dominant and caregiving person as well as lover so I hope you don't mind what I've made of your request and enjoy it <3

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Pairing: Bf!Pedri | Gf!You.

Warning(s): Smut with plot, unprotected p-in-v, d/s undertones (it's literally Pedri), m!dom, f!sub, Daddy kink, suggestive exhibitionism, doggy style, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, creampie, marking, Pedri calling you vida because I am very fond of that idea, caring Pedri, he's also intimidating bc he's Pedri.

Pedri sighs as he arrests your impish wrist in his hand for the umpteenth time today and peels it off his thigh before carrying it back to your knee.

"Vida…" Usually, a stern look is enough for you to mend your ways and start behaving yourself, but today seems to be the day where you decide to grow immunity towards his warnings.

And it usually never comes down to this tone of his because it hardly ever means anything ideal for you.

But you just can't keep your hands to yourself today.

You whine under your breath when he resumes his conversation with Gavi; one of his best mates, again. When you are still not paid the attention that you so desperately crave, you sigh and glance around the table at everyone present.

It is a boring Saturday lunch that the two of you are having with some of your boyfriend's club mates and their girls. You are not to be taken the wrong way. These kinds of things are usually quite fun for you.

The keyword is usually.

Because the exception is days when your mind cannot think of anything other than your man's cock while your insides burn.

The past week was a busy one for Pedri and you are a good girlfriend so you patiently waited, thinking he was gonna give you what you needed most on the night of the big game when he wouldn't have anything left to worry about for a while after. But he was so exhausted when he got home last night that you postponed the fulfillment of your need for the next morning.

Except, you woke up to your love making breakfast and then informing you over it that the boys had invited you two for lunch. If that wasn't messy enough, he had had some errands to run before said lunch which further crushed any hopes of something quick as well.

And now, here you are.

Frustrated, on edge, excited beyond measure, moody, iffy and extremely noncompliant.

Then, on top of it all, the food is taking forever and the conversations are way too mundane for you; a horny girl who was busy needily ogling at her boyfriend.

It isn't your fault, really. He looks too fucking great to resist. You know a shave is probably coming and you love him either way but Pedri looks just so hot with the light stubble a few days of negligence has caused on his handsome face. Then his thick dark hair rests on his forehead in the most perfect way as his naturally stern eyes move along with his strong, manly hands each time he makes a gesture. And the way his lips move when he speaks… Your thighs clench at the memories of all the times they have been between them.

You break against your forced resolve once more when he hums along to whatever Ferran is saying and leans in your direction to pour you a glass of water to drink because you can not track your hydration to save your own life. The sheer dominance in the way he does not break his conservation even once but places the Tumblr in front of you causes a wave of burning hot love to wash over you and then you just can't take it anymore.

Where you had played with his fingers, snuggled into his arm, groped his thigh and then stroked his leg with your foot before, you think fuck all and 'drop' your napkin which just happens to fall between his feet.

"Woopsie" of course, Pedri knows you are up to no good when you bend down to 'fetch' it and place your hand on his knee for support. You take your time with 'finding' said napkin and your hand shamelessly trails to his dick in the meantime, hurriedly taking a fat, mighty squeeze before your claw can be pried off its prey.

Your boyfriend has realized by now to not expect anything innocent from you today because although you are the shy one between the two of you usually, your antics since the moment you took your seats have been of the naughty sort.

Today is a very unusual day indeed.

Pedri stills and stops mid sentence, his whole body stiffening as he realizes what is happening. Your party grows concerned over his sudden silence and his ears redden at the awareness of you not coming back up, instead choosing to remain 'searching' for your napkin while clinging your fingers to his now hard cock like your life depends on it.

"Oh" but of course, the young man is much stronger than you and so your hand is easily manhandled into his. "I see" he pretends as though you have said something to him before standing up and facing your lunch companions. "She needs my help navigating the place for a restroom, we will be right back" the way he cares for you like one would a child is nothing weird for your close friends and family anymore. Pedri helps you out with the smallest of things and the most basic of tasks and that is just the dynamic the two of you share.

However, there is nothing tender in the way he drags you behind him with a firm hold on your wrist. You whimper when you are taken to a deserted hallway and then pushed into some sort of a cctv-less maintenance room because unless Pedri wants whatever he is about to do to you playing on every other news channel by the evening's end, this would have to do for now.

"Tsk, tsk, vida" you gulp as you blink repeatedly to get your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. The door slowly clicks shut behind you and you feel your shoulders jump at the sound due to how quiet it is otherwise. You want to turn around and face your lover, perhaps inquire why he's done what he has done but you're both too intimidated and excited to do so.

Before you can decide what you want to do, his arms snake around your waist from behind to press your back into his chest as his lips brush against your ear. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" A shudder sets off in your bones as his hands begin to re-explore the bumps and crevices of your body.

You instantly relax in his embrace and crane your neck backwards to lean your head against his shoulder. "I- I dunno…" The two of you move in a sync and his lips find the crook of your neck. "W- What are you going to do with me…?" Though you intend for your words to be one of fear and panic, what ends up dripping from them is pure excitement.

Pedri groans before your body is pushed up against the many shelves that are mounted on the middle wall that you face. "I think a lesson in basic manners is a good place to start with" you try your best to feign consternation but the eager way in which you fold your arms over one of the shelves and spread your legs as your boyfriend raises the hem of your skirt from behind gives your intentions away.

"Oh, no!" Yet you push on; so frustrated and needy at this point that any touch from him is good touch for you.

Pedri clicks his tongue before squeezing your panty clad cheeks. "I spoil you too much, don't I, vida?" You let out a soft sound that you subconsciously make when thinking but your boyfriend cuts off your thought process with a loud slap that catches both your cheeks at once.

"Ow!" You found out just a few days into dating him that he was much stronger than you with how effortlessly he lifted heavy things and manhandled you when you got more comfortable around each other. So it always hurts like a bitch when he's in a reproachful mood.

"Already?" He taunts you mockingly and lands another mean spank on your buzzing cheeks. "But vida," your eyes flutter close and you have to slither in a heavy gasp when he drapes himself over you from behind, one hand tracing its way up your side to palm one of your boobs, "I haven't even started with you yet."

"Hnnng, please!" You push your ass backwards to try and turn him on. That is when you realize that he is rock hard already.

Well, that explains the edge in his usually calm and collected tone.

"Being a fussy little brat throughout breakfast" two slaps on each cheek. "Refusing to get out of the shower" you hadn't even realized that you had started 'bratting' out of your ire. You whine and bounce as he settles upon a rhythm. "Scrolling your silly little social media instead of getting ready for lunch" he suddenly yanks your panties off and despite the sting in your backside, you feel your needy hole clench before releasing a thick blob of pure hot arousal. "And then behaving like a perverted little maniac throughout–" the sound that the meeting of his unforgiving fingers with your nether lips -due to the gap that your squirming has caused between your thighs- creates is stunning enough to momentarily mum your boyfriend who is usually a composed know-it-all.

"Hm~!" The sound is tugged out from deep within your vocal cords. Your knees tremble when you feel Pedri's prying fingers worm their way between your crack before he spreads your privates out.

"Geez, vida" his breath is hot on your pucker and the snort he lets out when the sensation causes it to clench unconsciously makes blood rush to your face. "I know you're a horny little thing but fuck have you made a mess?" He can act as judgemental as he wants but you know that he loves every little drop of the need that he makes you feel.

Which is all the time.

You pout and instinctively push yourself closer to his face. "N- Need you… D- Daddy…"

"Need me?" Your teeth trap your bottom lip between them when you feel one of his thumbs inch closer to your sopping cunt. "Where do you need me, baby?"

You whine as your forehead creases. "Y- You know where!"

He chuckles. "I don't think right now is the time when you push your luck, vida" your features push themselves upwards when you feel the tip of his thumb graze against the outline of your pussy lips. You let out an icy whimper in response so he adds; "Come on, if you tell me how you need me I'll give it to you" though he pretends as though he is unaffected by the sight he faces, you can hear the agitated urgency in his voice.

Your hips timidly try to move against his finger that refuses to give you anything beyond enticing yet unfulfilling strokes over your squishy petals. "I- I… n- need you i- in…" You hear clinking behind you but you are too busy in your desperation to find something pleasurable in the thumb that presses against you. "Inm- mypussy,Daddy" the questioning hum that he lets out rings in your ear when he is behind you within the next second and the way in which his cock jabs its way through your eager entrance at the same time causes for your eyes to bulge out.

"What was that, baby?" Pedri has to clamp one of his palms over your mouth to keep you from moaning out loud. The sudden bustle that sounds right outside the wardrobe as if on cue causes him to quickly pull back and fuck into you harder as you clench to aid him. It is greedy and rushed; the both of you aware of how you are dangling by a thin thread but the franticness to devour one another so extreme in your bodies that you want to finish before you are caught.

It is the only goal.

"I couldn't quite catch that" the way he roughly whispers in your ear to avoid detection from the manager who is busy barking orders at the staff outside while wrapping a hand around your hair has you arching your back as you get fucked into the shelf. When you refuse to respond, he has to add with a mean fondling of your boobs; "Come on, vida. Now you know better than to disobey Daddy when he can very easily destroy you for it" your lust-drunk body springs up in alarm.

The executions of his threats are always deadly and edging is not even the last thing that you want right now.

"I…" His cock is too pleasurable inside you as he pushes in before pulling out its length through your tight entrance with each speeding thrust, its girth putting the most knee weakening strain on the band of your pussy as his bulging veins and coarse edges rub against your sensitive walls in a way that causes your head to spin.

Your head is yanked back by your hair. His lips ghost over the skin of your temple that gets overwhelmed by his irregular breathing. "Go on, vida. You're doing so well taking my cock" his other hand parts from your boobs to reach for one of your knees before it is bent to be propped against one of the lower shelves. Your mouth falls open and your eyes shut to clench themselves at how far up you feel him, his thick tip colliding with your special spot as a result. "Say it for me."

"I- I need you i- in my pussy, Daddy!" Your cry is rather loud but neither of you are in the mind to care about that anymore. Your hips tighten when the snapping of his hips escalates to full on pounding and the towels and little bottles placed on the shelves begin to rattle and tumble all over. "Always need you in my pussy, Daddy!" He rewards you with the dipping of his fingers between your thighs.

"Good girl" the digits easily find your squelching cunt and he uses his grip on your hair to pull your head to one side so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck.

The gliding of his fingers is too much for your desperately worked up and frustrated pussy to handle so when his hand uncurls from your hair to pinch one of your nipples while his teeth nibble on that one sensitive patch of your skin, you can't help but throw your head back to let out a gut wrenching moan.

Your vision fills with neon colors and your hearing declines. The tension within your hips is pulled loose and heat surges through every single knot that has formed in your muscles over the week. Pedri's hot cum that fills you soon after is the perfect end and you finally feel in place after days.

Sex has the opposite effect on the both of you; while it helps Pedri clear his head, yours gets fuzzy instead. So it is him who fixes you up when he decides that he is done with you for now. You meekly stand like a baby– his baby as he pats your disheveled hair down, adjusts your bra and mends your outfit to the best of his ability.

"Look at the mess you have made, vida" you whine and snuggle into his chest so you can hide your flushed face when he points out the wreck that you two have made of the place. Pedri chuckles as he fishes out some compensatory money from his wallet and places the bills on one of the shelves before taking your hand in his and helping you walk back to the table as you happily waddle behind him, senses numb but relaxed. No one says anything or even acknowledges your long absence but they know.

The flaming red hickey on your neck is the evidence to their suspicions.

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buckyshusband0 · 2 years

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ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Requested: Yes or No

Summary: Chris comes home to his wife every day. His relationship is falling apart, and he knows this too. But on the bright side, Chris has his stepson who clearly has the perfect role to give Chris the pleasure he desires.

Pairing: Stepdad!Chris Evans x Stepson!Male Reader

Word count: 2.8k+ // all mistakes I own

Warnings: +18, Smut, Fluff, unprotected sex, age gap (reader is 18 & Chris is 40), forbidden relationship (stepdad x stepson), manhandling, breeding, affair with stepson, Dom Chris, size kink, cheating, failing relationship (between Chris & your mom), praising, blowjob, creampie, mature themes.

A/N: Okay, first stepdad fic for any character/person I have written. I hope I fulfilled your desires with this fic. Other than that, I have nothing else to say. Enjoy my loves !! Reblogs and comments are appreciated💙!!

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YOU made your way to the wooden material front door that belonged to your nice modern family shared home. Well, can you really call it a family when your stepdad, Chris Evans, and your mom are fighting?

See, on one drunken terrible night — your father had gotten himself caught in a — rather extreme — police chase. The car had collided into the front-rear of his car and the last living thing he saw was the drunk man. Tragic right?

When you and your mom heard a knock on the door that night, there was a police officer who had to break the devasting news. All your mother could feel was hard, stone-cold pain. That pain that ran through her veins was unutterable.

All you were able to do was let out a muffled sound and run into your bedroom. You haven’t gone to school in about a week, dealing with your fathers’ death. The word had eventually gone around, and let’s just say people were spreading false information of that night.

It hurt, hurt like fucking hell. But what were you supposed to do? Land a hard jab to someone’s throat? Yeah no. You had to deal with all of the rumors of your dad’s death. It sent anger you never thought you had through your trembling body.

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Hours turned into days. Days turned into months. Months turned into years. It’s been years since your dad’s death and years since your mom met someone new.

Someone she claimed she had loved. Of course, your stepfather had to be the all-knowing Chris fucking Evans. You had hated him at first. The feeling of seeing him kissing the lips your father used to kiss. Obviously, your mother had moved on.

But you? You haven’t even thought about moving on. That was until Chris had protected you on social media. ‘Maybe he isn’t all that bad’ You had thought when he had caused the trusting action. Now, you had — somewhat — gotten more comfortable with the Bostonian man.

Chris had gained your trust but, you were nervous around him. You didn’t really talk to him unless spoken to. In some way, he would try to make conversation with you. But it always was just a “How was your day?”

You let out a — loud and heaving — sigh as you opened the front door. You had just come back from school, and you couldn’t thank God enough you were graduating this year and finally leaving that hell.

You were greeted by the strong scent of your mom’s cooking. You threw the key in the rather — old-fashioned — fruit bowl. “Mom I’m home!” You yelled making sure she knew. “Hey, (y/n)! Can you come in here for a sec?!”

Making your way to the kitchen, your (e/c) eyed gaze fell onto the wooden floor. Noticing broken glass. Your eyebrows furrowed from confusion as you entered the kitchen, seeing your mom stir the soup. She smiled at you until her gaze fell onto the broken shard of glass. But went immediately back up,

“Why is there broken glass on the floor?” You asked in a hushed tone. Your mother immediately came up with an excuse, and you believed it. You nodded. “Where’s Chris at?” “He’s at work.” You nodded once again.

“Oh okay, can you tell me dinner is ready, please?” She let out a small chuckle and nodded her head. You made your way to your most private place ever. Your sweet, sweet, personal bedroom.

You undressed quickly and felt a sudden urge of needing to clean yourself. You turned the bath on and waited for it to fill with water. You stepped in and suddenly felt your muscles relax and release the unwanted tension.

-- -- --- --- -- --

The door slowly creaked open.

The clock had gone from — time to time — and then it hit 11:30. Chris normally returned to his shared home with his wife and... stepson. He would be on set all day and finally come home to ease his muscles and relax.

He took his coat off his already warm well-built body. He heard the sound of light music playing from the kitchen. Which he assumed was his wife cooking dinner. He took a quick deep breath before making his way into the kitchen.

The real reason why Chris is so upset even being near his wife was that he caught her doing something he would have never thought he would see. She was fucking sexting someone. Your mom and Chris always tried to hide the little fights they had from you, not wanting to put any more stress on you.

“Hi, Chris.” Your mom mumbled. He looked at her with an emotionless expression before reaching into the fridge to grab a beer. “Hello, (Y/M/N).” He stated in an almost blank tone. She sighed and stared at him. “Chris you can’t be mad forever.” She said exhaled.

Chris looked real fucking annoyed now. His ears and neck turned red from anger. What gives her the fucking right to tell HIM he can’t be mad still. He’s not the one who started sexting another guy.

“Fucking unbelievable. You know that?” Chris raised his voice a little at the woman standing in front of him. “Chris!” She calmed her nerves down before she let out a shout. Not wanting you to hear them argue.

“You know, I’m really tired of your shit.” Chris pointed his index finger hard at his... wife. Can he even call her that anymore? She let out a — ragged and uneven — breath before looking at the blue-eyed man in front of her.

She shook her head slowly before parting her lips, ready to say something. “Can you please just tell (y/n) dinner is ready?” She walked back to the food, making everyone’s plate. Chris nodded slowly before walking upstairs.

-- -- --- --- -- --

You heard a knock.

“Come in!” You announced the light small knock you heard from the other side of your door. You set your gaze on the now opening door, revealing your stepdad. Chris Evans.

Chris hugged the door frame with his muscular arms before opening his pink plump lips to say something. “Hey bud, dinner is ready.” He gave you a small smile before leaving your (e/c) eyed gaze.

You got rid of the — unnoticeable smile — on your face before footing yourself from your bed. You grabbed your phone in your slightly sweaty palms before leaving the bedroom. Closing the door.

The scent of your mom’s amazing home-cooked meal made its way to your nostrils. You bit your bottom lip, trying to hide the slight smirk that tried making its way to your lips. Your tracks were stopped when you felt an overwhelming type of tension that filled the room.

Chris looked up from his beer and sat down at the wooden table. Three plates were laid out neatly, filled with the amazing food your mom cooked. You tuned out your thoughts of the tension and took a seat across from both of them.

The tension was — heavy.

The scraping of forks hitting the glass plates filled the immense silence in the room. Your mom sighed as she parted her lips to break the silence and tension. “I have an announcement.” Chris and your gaze fell from your food to her stance.

“As you boys know, I had a meeting about my business. I got news back — good news really. I’ll be going to Paris for about a week for a business trip.” Your smile grew, being proud of your moms’ growing success.

“That’s amazing mom! I’m happy for you. You deserve it!” You congratulated the woman sitting in front of you. “That’s good to hear sweetheart.” Chris could just throw up, calling the woman ‘sweetheart’ He had too though. He had to make sure you stayed out of this current argument they were going at.

Even though he wasn’t your biological father, he still cared for you, protected you, hell he even brought you your own car. All he wanted was for you to not stress more about the unhinged drama that was going on.

Your smile slightly faded, forming into more of an — anxious smile — Since your dear mother would be away, you were going to have to be with the Bostonian man for the whole week. Alone.

You swallowed a thick lump of spit from the thought. “Well, at least that gives me and (y/n) over here time to get more comfortable with each other.” The blue-eyed man said which took you out of your nervous thoughts. Something you didn’t expect was a wink from him.

A wink towards you.

Your body tensed up from the uninviting feeling you were receiving in your stomach. ‘What the hell is he doing to me?’ You puzzled to yourself. Whatever Chris was doing, was working — working really well.

When you finished your plate that was once filled with food, you excused yourself from the dinner table and marched your way back into your bedroom. Sighing and closing your already tired eyes.

-- -- --- --- -- --

Chris was fucking horny.

His hormones were all over the place, he couldn’t even think about the last time he actually had the amazing touch of pleasure in his body. Being in the state he is in with his wife; he hasn’t gone to her for pleasure either.

He just had to control his throbbing cock whenever he had gotten horny or needy. He doubted for a second but — fuck it. He listened for any slight noise that might’ve come out of your room. No noise. Good.

Chris had concluded you were sound asleep, and his wife was on her business trip, so he didn’t have to worry about her. He pulled his 12-inch-thick veiny cock from his shorts and grabbed the lube from the dresser.

He lubed up his hand and cock before beginning to stroke it slowly. He let out little moans and grunts from the feeling of his hand massaging his egg-sized balls. Something he never thought would happen — fucking happened.

Instead of imagining his wife’s mouth swallowing his cock whole — he imagined his fucking stepson causing these actions. He knew it was wrong. He knew. He just couldn’t help but imagine hearing your cry as you choked on his dick.

Chris’s head hit the headboard from feeling his release rushing in soon. He didn’t mean to, but he let out a loud moan from feeling his cock twitch in his sweaty palms. He squinted his blue eyes as his lips parted even more.

You felt a sudden urge to pee. You stepped out of your room and made your way to the bathroom that was near your mother’s and stepdad’s shared bedroom. As you opened the door slightly, something caught your attention — A noise you would have never thought you would hear ring through your ears.

Hesitating, you tip-toed your way to Chris’s bedroom. The door was slightly opened ajar which gave you the show of Chris stroking his — what to be assumed 12-inch cock. You felt your hole twitch from excitement.

Your breathing became heavy, feeling aroused. You palmed yourself through your shorts and let out a mewl. Fuck. Chris had to hear that. He stopped stroking his cock and looked towards the door, seeing his stepson palm his cock.

He smirked and invited you into the bedroom. “Chris I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to in-invade your —“ Chris had cut you off with words you didn’t expect to leave his parted lips. “Stop talking and come and help me.” It was a demand.

You walked over to the bed, crawling near his meaty cock that was in your face now. “W-What about my mom? Your wife?” Chris sighed. “Trust me, your mom has done things you don’t know about so think of it as — getting back at her.”

As soon as you were about to question what she did, Chris ran his — rather big thumb — across your plump wet lips. He nodded to let you know it was okay. You parted your lips and licked his red throbbing tip.

He moaned at the touch. You then licked his growing vein on his cock before making your way back to his tip. Inch by inch — you took him in your mouth. Your throat opened more, inviting his cock to fuck your dry throat.

Chris closed his now dark eyes before thrusting his hips into your wet lips. His rough fingers made their way through your (h/c) locks. His egg-sized balls begin to hit your chin that was covered in pre-cum and drool. Just how he imagined it, you were choking and gagging on his huge cock.

Every moan that escaped from your throat sent thousands of vibrations to the Bostonian man’s cock. His chest starts to grow heavy from his release coming in soon. “F-Fuck just like that baby boy. I-I’m close, keep going!~” He moans out.

Your muffled loud moan was enough for Chris’s cock to shoot his huge load down your now moistened throat. You take his cock from your lips, which made a ‘pop’ sound. His cock hitting his abdomen. Chris smiled at the state you were in.

Cum and drool painted all over your lips and chin. Chris would be lying if he said that wasn’t the best blowjob he had received. He knows he going to have to make it up for you somehow — and he knows exactly how.

“You did so good baby boy.” Chris cooed as he grabbed your smaller framed body and laid you down roughly on the bed. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” He asked cautiously — not wanting to hurt this precious angel.

“Mhmm.” You hummed basically saying yes to the man who was hovering over you. Boy oh boy, was Chris happy but mad at the same time. Happy because he can be rough, but mad because someone already took your virginity.

He was going to be better than them anyway.

Chris’s cock was begging for your touch, which he had declined as of now. He brought his fingers in front of your lips. “Can you suck on my fingers for me baby?” You nodded and took his fingers in your mouth, lubing them.

He ripped his fingers from your lips and began to enter your entrance. “Nghh-- C-Chris~” You moaned louder feeling his fingers move in a scissor motion in your already wet hole.

“You want my cock baby boy?” Chris groaned from feeling your walls clench around his fingers. You nodded fast needing — no. Wanting his cock to fuck your tight ass.

He pulled his wet fingers from your hole and grabbed his cock in his palms. He entered your hole slowly — inch by inch. His meaty cock was now all the way up to your ass. He guided his dick around, and — boom.

He heard you moan loudly which told him he found your prostate. His thrust starts to get faster from the feeling of your hole swallowing his cock whole. “T-That’s it, baby boy, you’re doing so good~”

“Chris-- ah p-please fuck me harder~” You gripped the bedsheets between your fingers from his cock slamming its way in your prostate. “Can y-you-- ah- tell me you’re mine (y/n)?~” His thrust starts to falter from feeling his climax rising.

“I-I’m yours C-Chris-- all yours~” You feel your cock twitch from the feeling of your release coming in. “Ah-- Chris. I- Nghh-- I’m cumming soon!~ You managed to get out of your shaky breath.

Chris’s nails dug deeper into your hips as he tightened his hold onto you. He turned you around and slammed his cock up your walls again. “I wanna see y-you cum baby boy~”

Your chest heaving from the orgasming coming in. “I-I’M CUMMING!~” Your cock shot ropes of cum all over your bare chest. Little moans and mewls escaped your lips from the over-stimulation.

“Nghh-- baby boy~ I’m gonna breed this ass so good — Fuck. I’m cumming~” Chris’s eyes rolled to the back of his head from the feeling of 15 hot white sticky ropes of cum painting your swollen walls.

He stayed balls deep inside you for a minute before slowly taking his cock out from your — not so tight anymore — ass. His leftover cum leaking from your hole. He pulled you into his chest and played with your (h/c) locks.

“I-I love you (y/n).” This took you by surprise as you furrowed your eyebrows and connected your (e/c) gaze onto his blue-eyed gaze. “You do? What about — “ Chris cut you off with a kiss to your lips.

“I was going to divorce her anyway. She has done some unforgivable things to me and it’s time I cut the line short.” A smile grew on your lips as the Bostonian man’s arms clung to your body more.

“If you’re sure about this — then I love you too Chris.”

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bridgertoncore · 2 years

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

— 𝐀.𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 → like thunder and lightning, their timing was always a little off.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 → @haloxmendes ; prompts - 20, 30, 41, 44

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 → @flourishandblotts-inc , @freyathehuntress , @mostly-meg , @s-u-t

AS SIMILAR WITH EVERY woman of fitting age, Y/N Y/L/N would never forget her very first season, where her mother had earnestly ushered her out into the arms of the ton’s most capable bachelors. And when the man that resided at the center of her adoration was rather disinterested in the outskirts of the bodacious dance floor, with the sips he took from his glass even projecting his profound apathy of the evening’s events. Only when she would be spun by her dance partner of that moment by the shadows he leaned into, did the unconcern vanquish his stern expression, fulfilled by the reflection of an inner notion skirting across the lines of her bloody well being the finest woman in England. It wasn’t the remarkable humiliation that smoldered through her nerves that marked the remembrance, rather it was how Anthony Bridgerton relinquished his aloof facade to be her final dance.

“Dance with me,” he spurted out, surely without much contemplation, eyes traveling along the lines of her face, the bold and free moon haloing her meticulously pinned hair.

“Anthony Bridgerton asking me to dance? You’re certainly ill now,” Y/N mused, shaking her head.

Crimson rose to the apple of his cheeks, red as the temper fused with her speculation, “I happened to regard the absence on the final line of your dance card, and I’d do anything to flee the relentless hounding of mothers and their beady-eyed daughters.” His own exasperation challenged hers, not deliberately, but it was fair competition as it sought to bleed from him through gripes and cusses. He was humiliated enough that the words had dared leave a giddy thought - a longing to extend beyond a residence within a daydream.

Anthony glowered teasingly at Y/N, who was a chaotic mess of stifled laughs, the fire and gold in her eyes dripping as her mind wandered away from the bother of the day. The moon’s expanding rays entangled with perfect molds in the curves of her hair, a kink of hair brushing her forehead teasingly. His chiseled jaw lifted with a hubristic yet pleasant smile after a few moments of wading in feigned irritation.

Yet, his pride was an unforgiving silencer and she would leave before the completion of her inaugural season for Paris, every admiring thought being cemented to the tip of his tongue in a frustrating doom, and they solely burned more fervidly with the letters she’d pen to him. To the expense of feeling shame, he did truly hang onto every nimble loop and slant of her handwriting, and how, to his seventeen-year-old mind, her utterance of material as mundane as her daily routine was a treasure. He had always been rather guilty of loving too profoundly, from his father to her. Thus was his individual justification as to why he forsaken her letters after his father abruptly passed away a few months following her departure, a drawer that he inherited by decree of his new title becoming the residence for each one.

His mother would murmur to Lady Danbury that his mind, a victim from bearing witness to his father’s death, had mounted a barrier of sorts, deflecting emotional attachment - and it hadn’t spared the poor Y/L/N girl. Such a girl ultimately ceased with her letters when their fate resigned to one of not a single one ever being answered, the sole few he had bothered to pen a response to finding sanctuary in an old box from the modiste. Particularly when the last letter had essentially been an admission of his deeper emotions for her, penned only a few days subsequent to his father’s death and perhaps a consequence of a spell of besotted upset. She would have much preferred to foster a lovely fire with the papers, yet settled her temper on a decision that she’d hit him upside the head with the box if the fates crossed their paths ever again.

And, did she ever fall into such a circumstance, it being nearly an entire passing of a decade until she returned to the high society of London at the news of Anthony Bridgerton being wed to one Edwina Sharma. The fates were beyond cruel and perhaps she could even come to concur with the Greeks in their relentless avoidance of them. At least, at the very least, he had been hers for awhile.

Nevertheless, the crimson ire of envy was an unwelcome companion from the very second she unfurled the apprising letter from Eloise to when she came to stand before the man that kindled her raw contempt.

It was incredulous — revoltingly petty — to lay out a breathing person as the trophy for a rivalry between a pair of unsuspecting women, one that had been indirectly crafted by the Viscount himself. Yet, it was all she could do when the ghastly creature of jealousy reared its head in the wake of her already shortening fuse. Anthony Bridgerton wasn’t hers to possess, hang onto like the threadbare rag of a childhood toy, but perhaps it was the subtle reminder of what existed once upon the consequence of time…the recollection of their shared dance within a pallid pool of moonlight. For all of her childhood, wherever she was, so was he.

Until he wasn’t. Until he was poised alongside the likes of a woman that wasn’t her.

The bewilderment concerning her presence was an unfiltered guise on his features, a rigidity in his stature that would convince anyone there was a pole drawing him up. Evidently his mother had remained tight-lipped in regards to this very reunion.

“Viscount,” she initiated with a veneer of professionalism, matching his radiating poise with ease.

“Lady Y/L/N,” he curtly nodded with accompant to his retort, though his eyes sought everywhere about the assembly room rather than with those of her own, “Pleasant to know that it takes a wedding to beckon you away from Paris.”

Y/N couldn’t quite suppress the lapse of confidence that bittered her nerves at his irksome, rather nonchalant mutter. And, Anthony Bridgerton was promptly aware that he was in for a shaming remark from the glint that bloomed in her eyes.

“It isn’t every season that the master of all rakes becomes betrothed,” she shifted to face him, almost amused at the vexation that festered beneath his stony gaze, his shut up unspoken but pristine in his jagged eyes.

The young Sharma woman’s eyes broadened beneath the heavy of her lashes, and the silence that prevailed amidst the trio was certainly not one of comfort, adhering to each of them in a vexing itch that they couldn’t quite come to shake.

Ultimately, it was Y/N that turned to stalk off, stirred contently by the evident audacity she brandished like a blazing sheen on her fine skin, but the Viscount wasn’t entirely done with her yet.

“Miss Y/L/N, a word, perhaps?” he fluidly sought, despite how his nostrils subtly flared.

“I assume so,” her response was clear of her razor blade patience, further drawing on a bare impression of a smile for the sake of an amicable appearance.

“Pardon us, Miss Sharma,” Anthony cast a curt, sidelong nod towards the woman, whom was still rather slack-jawed at the behavior of the other woman in their presence.

All that she could do was spare the Viscount with something alike to a nod before he was hastening out the pair of doors, his hand having found Y/N’s wrist and towing her out into the corridor, deserting Edwina with an unsettled emotion anchored in her soul. Her and Anthony roamed about planes of existence of different hues, yet she was aware - resolved beyond reason - that those two wandered about one of the same color. She wasn’t remotely in his orbit as Miss Y/N Y/L/N was.

Now, the elegant piece of jewelry that had been placed by the nimble fingers of the Viscount upon her ring finger felt rather forsaken - not genuinely her own.

—

“I NEVER QUITE ANTICIPATED THAT you would present the holier than thou card, darling,” Anthony remarked lowly once he had ushered her into one of the estate’s vacant rooms, disregarding the distasteful nature of the behavior and if anyone were to wander across them, with their chests essentially seething against the others.

Y/N promptly wrangled her wrist against the hand that cemented her beneath his callous gaze, him relenting before she rose her voice to command away his grasp, “I have a name and it isn’t ‘darling’.”

“Did your manners blur with all the scandal you embarked on with the French nobility?” he was in her face now, albeit the stark contrast in their respective heights presenting a further amusement for the tempered Viscount, with how she had to essentially crane her neck to the point of exhaustion to level with his brooding gaze - a task she achieved with a grace that his pride could partially stomach with admitting to the existence of.

“I’d punch you yet that may ruin that handsome face of yours,” her hands were positioned on the soft dip of her hips, every muscle in her face tense and communicated wordlessly intense mistrust, anger, and despising for the vexing man. They were evidently in opposite camps now, abruptly blind to each other’s benevolent hearts and constructing barricades rather than bridges.

“You believe I’m handsome?” he inhabited the audacity to tsk his tongue, further poise his head in a tilt that clamored with utter mockery. The ultimate strike was how his brows raised in a challenging gesture.

The burden of frustration is tense within her shoulders as they square with the puff of his chest, “It’s more of a candid observation - alike to how I may judge an animal being posed for show at the market.” The ton’s golden boy, from the years in which he had been of younger age, had forever had an attitude that just begged for her to give an adjustment to. And, their friendship was logged with instances where she supplied it with such.

There was then a divine moment where Anthony Bridgerton’s face cramped into an unblinking expression of perplex, as if his brain couldn't comprehend the frankness - no, the utter nerve - of her words. All his brain could settle upon with certainty was how intoxicating, entirely stifling, her very presence was after years of deprivation. She was a bandit, truly, of his mind and soul; stalking about with rouge on her cheeks and tinted lips that bowed with a smile, as if aware of how, she was his sunshine, his temptress.

In contrast, she studied him keenly; how he glowered at her, his eyes searing holes into her soul; how fury seemed to ooze out of every pore of his body. And, she allowed him to glare at her ruthlessly, hate her beyond measure for reasons far past than the hotspur match they were waging. This tossing of words wasn’t a reflection of some dainty bruise upon his ego. This was a projection of a pent up, wholly frustrated Anthony Bridgerton who had been entirely too eager for this moment.

He rose his finger in objection, a gesture Y/N was certain he came out of the womb with, and bit back, “Such is a fate better than that of a spinster.”

If society was of a different gender circumstance, she would have assuredly decked the Viscount right then and there onto the oak floorboards, with not an eye even batted. However, the constraints of the ton’s patriarchy restrained her to a mere clench of her fists, her knuckles flushing white.

“At least I will not be captive within a loveless marriage,” she blinked away the baffle spry in her eyes, replaced by that of cocksure antagonization. Such words are the cause of complete chaos that brandished the man before her, through and through.

“No, because you rather tinker around with the affection everyone else feels for you!” she exclaimed, her gaze fervid with fluttering ire and frustration as her finger jabbed harshly into his navel, “How you send word of your truest feelings and then never respond to a single further letter of mine!”

His brown eyes then strike her with the unfamiliar tension of fear - raw trepidation. He is vulnerable now, and has found himself astray in the shallow waters of a defenseless position, his human lifebuoy - her - dissolving like the sand of the shore beneath his fingertips. It’s adequate enough to fray the resolve that sharpened her nerves, genuinely sober her tongue to her cheek.

“I look at you and I just love you…and it terrifies me what I would do for you,” he murmured, his reserved tone reflecting his acute concern that anyone may hear.

The evening hour painted her bewildered expression golden, eyes parted with an expanse that elaborated the emotion that rattled her bones.

“You didn’t,” she finally whispered when their stillness quelled beyond point of comfort.

Anthony blinked to hinder their eye contact and allow himself to dart his eyes below to his quaking hands, clenching them into fists to do away with the subtle tremor.

“You didn’t fall in love with me.” Her cadence radiated more of sadness rather than disappointment, as if such a thing would’ve been alright if it had happened in any other circumstance - in another life.

“Yet I have,” he cleared his throat as if it would diffuse the dense uneasiness that danced through the room with them. Such a thing was at the center of every poem: one has loved another and they have had to deal with it. Yet, Anthony Bridgerton wasn’t a master of managing much of the turmoil within his rather young life - particularly when it came to matters concerned with the Y/L/N girl.

Y/N’s brain stuttered for a split moment, the prior abundance of frustration and anger she harbored for the man, vanishing into the depths of herself. Her mouth idiotically pinched in cumbersome movements, and her tongue pricked with unspoken words. Anthony observed how her eyes traced along the stern furrow of his brow, reckoning his expression for herself and by how those very eyes panged with discomfort, she found her answer - and it was undoubtedly his truth.

It was a truth she wasn’t frank with making her own; the ring set upon his finger was a whisper of a destiny he had made much too haste to discard, along with the young woman who undoubtedly adored him with a passion so blind.

“You shall always have me, yet just not in this way,” her response was so gentle now, regarding that now Anthony was teetering on a craggy bluff towards a disaster of what she now discerned as unadulterated dread.

To her trained eye, she found as his composure was shot by the fear he festered and allowed to strengthen with each moment done, wreaking havoc across his ever changing expression. An apology of a variable measure ached at the base of her throat, one that truthfully should be uttered by Anthony rather than her in that second.

She wasn’t the one who had tossed herself into a marital agreement, only to discard it as if it was nothing beyond rubbish the moment another option was offered. She wasn’t the one who had halted every inch of contact over this prior decade as consequence of a confused pride. She wasn’t the one who condemned their friendship to an existence where they almost were something beyond companionship, grazing that boundless feeling too many times with a desire alike to Icarus and his sought for freedom that burned him so, their fingertips smoldered with the ashes of what could never be.

Y/N couldn’t quite come to wholly ensnare Anthony within a burden of blame; the moment his father died, the Anthony Bridgerton that all of his family and herself had fondly adored, passed away with the ultimate breath that was stifled in his father’s swollen throat, replaced with a viscount that eluded matters of the heart as if it were a plague. Never again would he invest his soul into someone else, even if it destined him into a marital arrangement that served only for the convenience of progressing the Bridgerton legacy.

And, he would have to reside in that inevitability, in spite of whatever that almost boundless feeling was that flitted between them. Forever lurking in that perilous in-between.

“I’m sorry,” his accent thickened with the gush of emotion that collided against his chest, nostrils still subtly aflare.

“I know,” her mouth spared a ghost of the smile he always cherished from afar, yet now all he felt was unadulterated regret, particularly for how the simper never touched her doe eyes.

A collective realization arose gradually between them in the silence that pursued their fleeting exchange:

How, like thunder and lightning, their timing would forever be a little off.

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willowcrowned · 3 years

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Assassin Cody AU

Inspired by this post

Jango Fett is not a particularly busy man. He’s also not, as it comes, a particularly rich one. He is, however, a father, and that means if he can avoid it, he doesn’t take Boba on jobs. He also doesn’t leave Boba alone on Kamino, because he doesn’t trust the longnecks. This means that when Dooku asks him to take a hit on Amidala, a problem arises. The solution? Outsource the job.

He comes up with the perfect ruse— he’ll go off on a “job,” bringing Kote with him, and he’ll let Kote do all the dirty work while he takes a nice vacation with Boba. He won’t have to pay him, like he might if he conscripted Zam Wessel, who’s his other best bet, and he knows Kote will get the job done.

Kote is dropped off on Coruscant with some armor, some credits, several weapons (including a sniper rifle), a jetpack, and, curiously, some Kouhun worms. Jango leaves him there, telling him he’ll pick him up in a few days and to comm him if he needs to get out, and then he and Boba jet off to somewhere nice and sunny.

While Jango and Boba are on vacation, Kote is going through the file over and over again in a bar, eventually deciding to stake out the apartment. The glass will be a big problem— blasterproof, obviously, and blastproof— and the Jedi moreso. He’s not proud of his solution, but Jango did give him the worms for a reason. He tucks them into a droid and sends them off to the apartment, and then he waits for her to die.

She doesn’t die, and the jedi come after him.

After a frankly terrifying speeder chase, he manages to lose them in a nightclub. The ginger one is doing shots by the bar, and the kid is wandering around, barging through people’s conversations and clearing space around himself by glaring at anyone who comes near him. By all rights, they should be distracted, but Kote gets the feeling that they’re both keeping an eye on the door. He’ll have to cause a diversion.

He ducks behind a table, checks that his blaster is silenced, and shoots the electrical panel on the wall next to him. Then he runs. The exit should be clear— there’s no way anyone could have gotten there faster than him, especially since both the jedi were on the other side of the room— but somehow they are.

The kid grabs him and destroys his comm, and he knows jedi kids are already warriors, but he still just got beaten by a kid. It’s a little embarassing. And yet, h gets the feeling that this will be the least of his indignities in the coming days.

(At least, he thinks, it’ll be hard for Jango to kill him while he’s under jedi protection. It’s a cold comfort.)

Obi-Wan is put out, to say the least. The man isn’t talking— not a word about who hired him, or why. They’ve done a bioscan, and it looks like he’s Jango Fett, a mandalorian bounty hunter. (He’s handsome, at least, Obi-Wan supposes, which makes the hours he spends staring at the man at least a little more tolerable.)

Then they get a report of Jango Fett on a holiday planet— one of the ones in the mid rim that consistently get renamed as new corporations buy them out— and Obi-Wan requests a more thorough bioscan. It comes back with two notable results. The first, artificial telomere extensions, implanted from birth— the hallmark of a clone. The second, a biological chip in the brain.

This? this is concerning. Full-body cloning is outlawed on most Republic planets, and for good reason. If Jango Fett is going around making clones of himself, and then training them, the Jedi have cause for concern.

Obi-Wan offers a deal. The Jedi will drop all charges for attempted assassination against Senator Amidala if the clone provides them with information.

“The alternative?” The man asks.

Obi-Wan frowns. “Indefinite imprisonment. You understand why we can’t let you go free, and it’s not like we can hand you over to judicial in good conscience— clone rights in Republic space are dubious at best, so there’s no guarantee you’d even get a trial.”

The man, whose name is Kote, comes clean. He tells Obi-Wan about Dooku, about the job, about the clones— everything (which, considering the limited data he must have been working off of, is very impressive indeed. Obi-Wan tells him this, and if he gets somewhat distracted by the man’s slight blush, that’s no one’s business but his own). It paints a worrying picture, and Kote seems to know it. He doesn’t, however, seem to know about the chip. And that? That scares Obi-Wan.

He agrees to have it taken out.

They do a biopsy, and oh, look at that, it turns out that they’re designed to ensure compliance with a series of executive orders, only able to be activated by the Chancellor. The Chancellor who is, at this very moment, trying to start a war. The Chancellor who is apparently working with Dooku, who is now a Sith lord. (Obi-Wan feels a bit guilty that Anakin is on Naboo right now, none the wiser as to what’s about to happen. But, well, better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?)

He, and the entire High Council, go to arrest the Chancellor that afternoon. The man starts out affable as always, but when Mace brings up the evidence— brings up Kote— a switch flips.

Obi-Wan most certainly doesn’t draw his saber first— no, that honor goes to the Sith Lord— but he does get the last hit in. It’s a bit dishonorable, stabbing him from behind, but it’s not as if he wasn’t about to kill them all. Besides, he had threatened Kote, and Obi-Wan rather likes the man.

Anakin comes back to see the Republic in disarray, Dooku back at the temple being lectured by Yoda on bad decisions, the Separatist movement dissolving, the Chancellor dead and a Sith Lord, and yet, somehow, Obi-Wan ends up lecturing him about attachment, all the while hand in hand with Kote. Anakin is not pleased.

Kote goes back to Kamino with Obi-Wan, and, because the Jedi legally own the clones according to Kaminoan law, they’re perfectly within their rights to do whatever they want. So they adopt them, fully and legally, according to Republic law. Since the Jedi are somewhat exempt from Republic law, though they have the full rights of any citizen, bar voting, this means the clones get rights too.

(It’s a very neat solution, and Obi-Wan and Kote are very proud of it. (If they end up spending hours together working the kinks out, then so much the better. Anakin isn’t the only one who can find a lover.))

The Republic is saved, Anakin and Obi-Wan are maybe perhaps a little more in love with their respective partners than they’re pretending, and the clones spread out through the galaxy, fulfilling their various dreams.

Needless to say, when Jango comes back from his two week vacation, he is very surprised.

#and then Obi-Wan and Cody get married and go around solving crimes the end #i did write this late at night so forgive the everything #willow's aus #star wars #star wars au #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #codywan #jango fett

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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SuperM Fluff & NSFW Notes

↳ 🌹aka some of their romantic antics plus random 18+ imagines 👋

warnings ⚠️ rated (super) m, boyfriends hc, porn mentions, partial fem!reader, sex toys

FLUFF

since baekhyun knows how to make scented candles, he creates one for you as a birthday present with your favorite fragrances.

every entry in mark’s diary involves fond thoughts about you.

taemin kisses you more than his cat kkoongie on a daily basis so let that sink in. his smooch obsession is getting out of hand.

lucas, having giant fingers after all, learns how to knit in order to make you a warm scarf. he’s still a bit clumsy with it and had to call kun for advice, but the result is surprisingly proper and quickly becomes your favorite item. it’s a little huge but well, he thinks in his dimensions. lucas’ next project is a beanie.

ten overwhelms you with pet names. in fact, he seemingly seems to come up with a new one each day.

kai is a candlelight dinner, rose petals and music kinda guy. he does every old-school thing in the book.

taeyong can cuddle endlessly in bed. he just doesn’t wanna leave.

lucas gladly shares his sweaters. they’re ginormous so, perfect cuddle material.

baekhyun is already a fool. so — when he falls in love, he becomes an even bigger fool. or, the contrary happens: he becomes dead silent around his partner because he’s so enthralled. he can take this more seriously than you think.

mark likes to write little cards and many many texts to express his love.

lucas is the type who can help you put on your jeans when they were shrinking a bit too much in the dryer. he’s pretty sexy like that and things can get really touchy.

cheesy fucking kai, and there’s only one guy who would do this, has actually lowered himself over a puddle once so you would have a bridge. brushed it off like a daily workout rep.

not one shower missed without baekhyun joining you. yes, it’s not always sexy time, he likes it when you shampoo his hair and whisper sweet nothings. and obviously: it’ll all devolve to a laughing fit.

taeyong is the type who wants to be proposed to.

taemin will get a motorcycle license and take you for a frequent ride. he loves getting those kind of back hugs.

both ten and lucas are great at making bracelets. wayv’s dorm is fully equipped with charms, strings, and pearls, so expect matching ones for you.

we’ve seen it, that one’s his favorite move. kai wraps his hand around your shoulder when you walk together.

mark will ALWAYS share his melon.

making you swoon on a DVD evening is lucas’ favorite hobby. he will buy you the most sugary-sweet romance movies. he will often browse streaming sites to select the latest sentimental plots. all these dramas seem to have a male lead who is suspiciously tall and lanky.

if you allow him, taeyong customizes your white tees with his cute drawings.

since taemin swims in money thanks to his profession as the god of kpop (yes, this is a registered job name because i say so), he can fulfill you any wish. he’s stingy and pouty when the shinee hyungs can pay, and the motherfucker baekhyun is even richer since his albums have been taking off so he opens his mochi wallet when superm is gathered, but you... are a different case. taemin will humbly empty his entire pockets when he overhears you gushing over something. there’s a voice in his mind going: must splurge!!

mark loves christmas, you establish an annual tradition to stage a whole couple evening.

baekhyun likes to play charades and especially do karaoke with you. he’s always cutely wiggling his butt and dances like a drunk uncle. he hits the high notes anyway and makes sure you score 100 points.

taeyong can make out with you while at the same time making sure that the milk doesn’t get burned on the stove. kiss’n’stirr multitask tyong alert. gotta make sure the cocoa is served in time, you know.

all the members enjoy playing board games. yep, imagine the fun and sheer chaos.

lucas has the funniest laugh ever indeed. he’ll react to all your jokes, no matter how lame they might be. intensely reassuring.

taemin’s hand is basically glued to yours.

taeyong and mark are the kinds of boyfriends that spoil their partner with skincare. fancy a nice face massage with a nice fragrant oil?

baekhyun has been baking heart-shaped pizzas ever since you started dating. he just can’t make them round anymore.

mark will join you on anything you’re currently bingewatching.

kai sometimes — only half-jokingly — goes down on both knees bowing forward with his hands on the ground just to show how much he wants to thank you. in case you didn’t notice: this guy treats you like a deity.

ten usually gets confused glances from the other members whenever he gets the current date wrong: he simply loses track of time with you.

lucas makes a habit of buying you flowers every other week. but on unpredictable occasions, and he arranges them in places you’d never expect.

taemin will build you a weird-looking snowman to make you laugh, and give it an even stranger name. ten will build one that looks like you. kai doesn’t build snowmen, he just stands there challenging you to throw snow balls at him.

mark will hang out with you at the beach constantly bringing his guitar. he’ll serenade you all the time.

returning from three months of touring, baekhyun has once climbed your balcony when your parents were in the other room. yep, he was that desperate to see you. somebody give this man a rope and helmet.

taeyong writes down heartfelt confessions on 365 folded slips of paper so you can open one every day. your reactions will range from ‘awwh!’ to straight-up tears.

ten does regular couple yoga with you. a mildly challenging form, not the circus acrobat version. he’ll do the difficult parts anyway. you can pretzel this guy up, he’ll do anything to make you laugh.

when it rains you hook your arm around his, and lucas always holds the umbrella. even the wildest gush of wind can’t make it turn inside out. you arrive home entirely dry. xuxi is so cute, he’s also a great source of cooling shadow in the summer without even trying.

taemin’s skinship overdrive doesn’t stop with endless hand-holding, back hugs and kisses. he wants to lay down in your lap whenever he can. he looks damn pretty with his hair splaying there. if you work on your laptop, you can pretty much count to ten and he’s already nestled there.

kai does pushups with you on his back. it’s a staple. each time he does one, he says ‘i love you’. he increases his count every day.

NSFW

it’s no secret that taeyong is great at acting or pulling off any outfit and costume. expect roleplay of the finest kind — literally. he looks good in a firefighter uniform. you’ll be burning up pretty much automatically.

taemin can’t keep his tongue in. it’s terrible. he’s always in the mood for head. his sloppy noises are the absolute worst, it turns you on way too fast.

lucas had some major problems finding condoms that fit him.

ten and taemin are so switchy, they have an unresolved power struggle going on. begs for a dominant third party to help them out.

kai owns expensive latex gear.

baekhyun may be the king of vocals and breath technique, but if you push him far enough he does get hoarse.

taemin often jokes how kai will one day break his dick from fucking too hard.

meanwhile, mark’s dick is already falling off – from fucking too often. this guy has some major hormones going for him. no surprise, a guy who can promote in four kpop groups at the same time is a stamina king.

taeyong likes eating pussy with another party involved. three’s a crowd my friend. sometimes it’s taemin who unleashes his spit waterfall power, sometimes it’s baekhyun who preoccupies himself with nibbling at the inner thigh while taeyong digs in.

taemin owns the most underwear.

mark takes valerian drops because he is so nervous in bed. it never really goes away, it’s his nature.

taeyong keeps a lube collection. a different flavor for all occasions. he likes associating certain scents with specific body parts.

kai has a heels kink. he literally goes wild over it.

taemin likes to have sex with favorite glasses on.

taeyong and kai are the most likely to cry during sex. baekhyun as well if you rough him up enough.

mark gets rock hard the fastest, followed by kai. he’s a grower.

taeyong gets the best inspiration for a song when he gets a casual dick riding.

taemin watches extremely x-rated erotic thrillers and bdsm flicks that are heavy on the plot. he gets more invested in the characters and actors than you think. since his japanese is amazing? of course he also owns a giant 90s hentai collection.

when he’s jerking off, baekhyun chokes himself. a) because he’d make too much noise otherwise and b) because asphyxiation is his favorite thing.

kai feels pleasure in his every cell. he cums the hardest. and, as you can expect, his body expresses it the most extremely, accurately, passionately. if you’ve seen it even once, you’ll never look at him the same again.

taemin has less experience than his discography claims, but more than you’d think. he researches sexual techniques as well. you can brace yourself.

mark has not just a tiger inside, but a freak inside, waiting to be unleashed.

sex while gaming is a go-to activity for baekhyun.

lucas has the best stamina when it comes to getting head.

taemin throws his head back during sex. and no, he doesn’t T-pose. i’m kidding — of course he does. but only when he’s on his back.

taeyong tends to grip a pillow when he cums.

or he humps one when he’s by himself.

ten has the best taste in sexy time playlists.

baekhyun has the best taste in singing his own playlist along.

oh, the things kai has bought at a gas station at 3AM.

baekhyun sucks strap the best. he can open his mouth the widest, drools a lot, and makes the best noises unsurprisingly.

how to turn on lee taemin? he likes getting slapped.

since he’s the most avid and most diverse eater, lucas’ sperm tastes the best. he’s shove 50 fruits into his system just to give you a sweet experience.

mark is absolutely a starfish.

kai wears fishnet tops if you fancy it.

curiously, baekhyun out of all people doesn’t announce when he’s cumming. you’ll hear it, though.

taeyong’s dildo collection is one for the books.

taemin has visited a pro dominatrix a couple times. needless to say, he was the #1 favorite client at the dungeon. having fully submerged into a fantasy world, taemin was one whip crack away from falling in love with the mistress. but then covid happened and the venue closed.

mark’s dick looks really pretty.

taemin can grind on the strap at every humanly possible angle. he’s almost always ready to take it. he carries a prep kit.

kai — that fucker — knows how to make you wet the most with his bare hands. prepare for the thigh ride of your life, too.

taeyong, baekhyun, and taemin have the best arches. kai is coming for the top three as well. ten’s arch is so good, it can’t be considered one anymore.

baekhyun knows every adult movie out there. theoretically, nothing can shock him. in reality, he melts in your hands.

taeyong is so sexually active with you, he has quit eating garlic.

kai will exploit your muscle kink in any way he can.

taemin, being a devil, has that one button on his phone that he can press when you go out for dinner. he’s OBSESSED with getting you off. once you head home, it’s basically running down your thighs.

ten has once opened a condom with scissors to scare away a date that grew weird on him by the time it got to the do.

lucas is too tall for doing missionary normally.

this will surprise nobody: mark is great at constantly keeping up the dirty talk.

baekhyun’s car is sort of like a brothel on wheels. he can’t count how many times he got down and dirty in there. he cleans it all up by himself.

kai can technically grip you the hardest but he’s the gentlest and great at caressing the whole body.

taemin has the easiest time saying what precisely he wants. he is also the best people reader — most your wishes he can pretty intuit. taemin observes your interests well.

ten likes his hair pulled and makes angelic noises when you do so.

baekhyun likes camgirls and erotic chats with strangers online. he spends a lot of money for nsfw internet encounters.

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qyllenhaal · 3 years

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❛ Bunny ❜

Series: The Devil I Know

Senator!Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 4.9k~

Summary: Reader Surprises Chris on their week long vacation together with something that he's been begging for for a long time

warnings: 18+ only!!! Unprotected sex, daddy kink, dom/sub elements, roleplay, creampie, breeding kink, cumplay, age gap (reader is in her late 20s)

A/N: I'm hoping to start taking requests soon! I've been so busy with life that my ideas for this series are drying up.

Enjoy!

Y/n would be a damn liar if she said she wasn't turned on by the roleplay idea that Chris brought to her and the way he kept calling her his "bunny." She scoffed at him and rolled her eyes at first, it just sounded so ridiculous to her, but the more she thought about it. the easier it became to envision it happening.

Her in a Playboy bunny costume sounded so basic to her, but the excitement in Chris's eyes showed that it meant something to him.

She felt guilty as he explained how boring his sex life was before meeting her. He was trying to make her feel better about the idea, and feel a sense of pride, instead she felt loathsome. She wasn't able to determine if she felt more sorry for him or his wife. Their marriage was dying anyway and was going to die whether or not Y/n was in the picture, but she still felt awful about being the final death blow to their multi-decade marriage. He wanted to take her up to his father's cabin up north while his wife stayed home? It sounded good in theory but something about it made it hard for her to say yes.

"C'mon, you deserve a break. You've been working your ass off to get Withers primaried and you actually have a chance of unseating him. Don't you think you should relax? You work so hard all the time honey."

It was all too enticing to say no; to be whisked away from an entire week and ravished by her lover.

"There she is," he teased when he saw that smile forming on her face, "I knew you'd come around to it. I'm going to make sure you don't lift a finger, and you get to taste my famous ceviche."

He kissed her cheek and let her get back to work before she could come up with a reason that causes her to change her mind.

Y/n kept her excitement to herself but she was over the moon. Once she let the guilt simmer, she began to fantasize about the possibilities of an entire week of having Chris all to herself without interruption. They'll be able to act like a normal couple if only for a week.

She got herself through two weeks of more tough work, but it was fulfilling to know that she was succeeding in her work, and that she had a trip with Chris on the horizon.

He hadn't brought up his little idea since she'd agreed to go on the trip. It seems as if he forgot all about it as his shock that she said yes had consumed his thoughts. Y/n couldn't let it go though. She couldn't stop thinking about it now that they were going to be gone for an entire week. She could wear that little get up for days and give him a sight that's going to be etched into his brain until the day he dies. Y/n loves that she has that effect over him; the ability to make his heart race and his cock hard with just a simple look.

It was not a cheap costume to buy because she didn't just want to buy any regular costume that could be bought at party city. No, she wanted something that was better quality and could endure Chris attempting to tear it off her body. She paid extra for the shipping so she had it in time.

When it was finally in her possession, she stared at it in awe. She was tempted to put it on, to see how she looked in it, but she wanted it to be a surprise for both herself and Chris. The material it was made of felt nice; the entire costume looked like it could've been owned by a real playmate. It wasn't often that Y/n felt overwhelmingly sexy, but she did just simply staring at the costume in its precious box. Chris was up in age, she hoped he didn't have a heart attack.

"It's so beautiful up here."

When Chris said a cabin up north, she didn't think all the way up north in Maine. But it was perfect. Only two weeks into fall but the trees were filled with vibrant red, orange, and yellow leaves.

The cabin was near a river that held the reflection of the trees. It seemed as if it had gone untouched for years, but it was filled with pictures. Y/n could pick out the face of a younger Chris in some of the photos, but everyone else was unrecognizable.

"That's my grandfather," he interrupted her thoughts when he caught her lingering on a particular picture.

She glanced at him before bringing her eyes back down to the image again. "You look so much like him," her fingers skirted across the glass. She felt a weird pang of longing hit her in the stomach. It's as if Chris wasn't just a few feet away from her. Maybe what she felt inside was shame disguised as something else.

"C'mon," he grabbed the framed picture from her hand and placed it back where she found it, "I wanna show you something."

Y/n trailed behind him, her hand in his, as he guided her through the house and up the stairs.

Chris led her upstairs and to another set of stairs. He took her to a dusty attic which somewhat confused her. Then grabbed a box that looked older than her.

"Remember that time you tried to show me that constellation...what was it...Be- Belt- B-"

"Betelgeuse."

"Yea that was the one," he took the top off of the box and she peered into it, "now you can show me other star thingys in the sky."

She laughed but wrapped her arms around his neck. It was an unsuspecting gesture from him, but she welcomed it nonetheless. He could get really sentimental at times and it would just make it harder on her that she couldn't publicly love on him.

"It's great Chris. Let's just hope the skies are clear one of these nights."

He smiled and kissed her cheek for the nth time today.

"Alright. I'm gonna go get started on my famous ceviche. You enjoy yourself however you want. Walk around, explore the place," he stroked her cheek before leaving her alone to go get started on dinner for the two of them.

It had been a long day of driving and all Y/n wanted to do was go to sleep, but something was buzzing inside of her. She hated that Chris's dinner and "famous ceviche" was probably going to go to waste because if her plan works successfully then he isn't going to give a damn about dinner.

Y/n made sure she packed the box holding the costume at the very bottom of her suitcase. She held her breath as she held it up in the air and stared at it. She's sure that she could wear a garbage bag and Chris would still want to fuck her but she couldn't stop herself from being so nervous about putting it on.

She did it anyway and was relieved when what she saw in the mirror looking back at her wasn't so bad. In fact, she looked sexy. The look was complete with the bunny ears and bowtie. She wore a simple lipstick, one that was going to be smeared later on, paired with coats of mascara. At the end of night Y/n wanted to see the proof of his handiwork.

Even though she knew he wanted this, she was nervous about how he'd feel about her "act". She's been deliberating for a week whether or not she should go all the way with the fantasy but why not? Chris deserved it after convincing her to come on this trip. Besides, he works hard too.

"Hun, the food is ready!"

A few seconds of silence didn't make him flinch, but after a few more minutes passed and he didn't hear footsteps coming down the stairs, he was confused. Another call of her name resulted in nothing but silence; she didn't even respond to "Button."

She could be asleep, he thought, but he was still curious. If she was then he could at least catch a glimpse of her sleeping peacefully, put the food away, and then come join her.

"Y/n?" His voice got softer as he approached their bedroom. It was cracked enough for him to see that the light was on. He pushed it open and there his girl was. On the bed and dressed like she stepped out of his dreams.

"What is this?" His laughter was mixed with interest and disbelief. Just some time ago she was vehemently saying "no!" regarding his idea and now she was dressed like a Playboy bunny.

"Do you like it, daddy? I got it just for you."

Chris felt himself hardening in his jeans. Sheer tights stretched over her thighs and he just wanted to rip it off her body. She looked good enough to ruin.

"Of course I like it Button," he cooed as he approached her waiting body on the bed. He touched the material of her outfit still in a state of disbelief. This was his ultimate fantasy.

"I'm glad you like it. I did it just for you daddy," her voice was soft, girlish, and coquettish as she palmed his cock through his jeans. He swears he could cum just from this if she kept it up. He grabbed her hand to stop her.

"You're a naughty little bunny, aren't you?"

"Nooo daddy I've been good," she inched herself backwards on the bed before slowly turning onto her stomach all the while keeping eye contact with him, "I've been a good girl."

"I suppose you have," he didn't even try to argue against her claims. That pout on her lips made him incredibly harder.

Chris ran his hands over her ass and she mewled softly at his warm, strong hands on her. Y/n closed her eyes, a cocky smile on her lips knowing that she probably turned his brain into mush. She pushed her ass into his touch for more.

"The things I want to do to you..."

"Tell me daddy. What do you want to do to me?"

"Uh uh, you don't go demanding things around here. You've been a good girl, but I can easily change my mind. I can make you take my fingers and edge you while you wish it was my big cock splitting you open, but I don't think my bunny wants that."

She pouted and pressed her face into the bed. Chris chuckled at how easily her demeanor changed. He put his knees on either side of her legs and grabbed her hips to drag her ass to his pelvis. She gasped at the swift movement whimpered when he started to mime fucking her.

"Oh baby you look so good like this. I don't know if I want to keep you all pretty and in this costume while I fuck you, or take it off of you and ruin that cute little face of yours."

He had plans to do both, but he liked to hear her whimper when he told her about the utter filthy things he was going to do to her. If she thought he was going to rip it off of her without savoring how good she looks then she's wrong.

He's so grateful that he packed that polaroid Y/n gave to him as a birthday gift. It was how he got around her "no pictures" rule. She never let him take pictures of her, not even on the second phone he bought just to contact her. How could he not document how she looks after cumming hard for him? Or when he leaves a trail of white all across her bare chest? He often had to rely on his memory, but he planned on this trip being different.

"Stay just like that Bun."

Y/n broke her character for a little bit, rolling her eyes and relaxing her arched back when he left the room. Sometimes he did little things that annoyed her, but the way she jumped back into her character when she heard him come back showed her that the annoyance was just a façade.

"So perfect," the camera's shutter fired and the camera spit out the first ever photo he has taken of her.

Y/n wanted to protest against him, but she stayed silent. It wouldn't hurt to have a few polaroid's as keepsakes; she even looked back at him and made eyes at the camera.

Chris could spend all day photographing her, but the strain in his pants was becoming too painful. He placed the camera down and stood at the edge of the bed.

"Come put that pretty little mouth of yours to use."

Y/n hopped up from her position and found herself on the floor in between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. She clumsily fumbled with his belt and fastener on his pants. "Eager little bunny, slow down a bit," he taunted.

She tried to listen, but she's desperate to get him in her mouth. His hard cock springs out from its restraint and almost hits her cheek. She gasps lovingly at the pre-cum seeping from his blunt head. She wanted to taste it, but she didn't do it without Daddy's permission. Instead she wrapped her hand around his length and squeezed him.

Chris watched her stare at his cock in awe, like she wasn't already familiar with it. She gave him a few languid pumps and he sighed at her soft touch. He thought about how beautiful it would be to paint his cum across her breast. She looked like an absolute sex-pot; it was hard for him to control himself.

"That feels so good, bunny. You're such a good girl — keep pumping me...a little faster bun... good girl," his praising voice was as smooth as a cat's purr. Y/n felt the presence of her arousal when her sex pressed against the material of her costume.

The pre-cum oozing from his tip made her mouth water. He didn't instruct her to do anything further, but she couldn't stop herself from wrapping her lips around his length. He didn't seem to have a problem with it either because he sighed and pushed her mouth further down on his cock.

"You're so beautiful like this bunny...my precious girl," he cooed between breaths.

Her mouth felt like heaven, her warm tongue laving him with saliva and washing pleasure over him. He felt the muscles in his lower abdomen spasming as she sucked on him faster and feverishly. The concentration on her face was so cute to him, but greatly juxtaposed by the light makeup that was beginning to smudge on her face.

His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged on him. Y/n tried to pull herself off, but he kept her still, forcing her to relax her throat while he filled her mouth.

"That's it girl — fuck — you're going to make me cum. Is that what you want? Me to cum down that pretty throat of yours?"

Y/n tried to shake her head no and say out loud, but she was muffled by his cock. She loves to watch him jerk over her tongue or other parts of body until he cums, but she wanted him to cum while he was fucking her; he could always paint her tits later.

"You don't want me to cum down your throat bunny? Where do you want me to cum?"

Chris knew she was unable to answer, but that was apart of the thrill. His ego was through the roof and the sense of power he felt because of this was astounding. She made him feel so many things at once, but all he was concerned with now is seeing her body shiver with pleasure.

He let go of his physical grip on her and she took the opportunity to come up from her. Her lips were pink and there was a line of saliva collecting her mouth to his cock.

"Look at you, so pretty," he petted her as he stared into her eyes that held a glossy look of desire for him and him only, "get on the bed bunny."

He wanted to worship her. He wanted to make her cum over and over again until his name was the only thing left on the tip of her tongue. As she laid out on the bed for him, in a costume just for him, he wondered how he got so lucky with her. They were so different, but they were somehow meant for each other.

"You're so gorgeous," his hands glided down her stocking-covered thighs. He squeezed her flesh and he groaned as if he could feel what he was doing to her. She made him dizzy just from how beautiful she was.

Y/n's body anticipated every stroke of his hands on her body. He didn't leave an inch of her exposed skin untouched. He touched and looked at her like she might disappear at any moment. It was his mission to memorize how her body feels under his touch.

"Daddy," she whined, not being able to stand to ache between her legs anymore. She isn't sure what she wanted him to do, she just wanted him to do something.

"Be patient, sweet thing. Let me take in how beautiful my little bunny looks."

"You like when I dress up for you, daddy?" She further parted her legs as a suggestion for him to place himself between her legs. Chris picked up on what she was doing, but he didn't follow through.

"My perfect little bunny," his voice trailed off as he palmed her breast through the costume.

Y/n moaned and arched into his touch. It wasn't long before he was pawing at the top of the costume to free her breast. The costume was tight against her body, but he managed to get what he wanted. He cupped her tits before he leaned down to wrap his lip around her nipple. His thumb teased the other one, stroking it to life. Her delightful sighs sounded heavenly.

"Feels so good," Y/n whined. She tried to grind against him in desperation but he wasn't having any of it. More of his weight was pressed against her to keep her still. He switched over to sucking on her other nipple. His eyes met hers before lightly closing from the feeling of ecstasy.

The mess that was forming between her legs was becoming unbearable. Y/n knew for a fact that she soaked through her costume and with just one swipe of his hand, Chris would be able to feel it. She didn't say anything but she was just so impatient and wanted him to give the same attention to her sex. But he wanted to savor her in this costume before he takes it off of her and just fucks her in the bunny ears.

"This body is so perfect."

As his hands slowly slid across her stomach, the cogs began to turn in her head; she wanted this night to fulfill all of his fantasies.

After taking his sweet time with her body, Chris was finally getting her out of the costume. It won't be the last time she wears it this week, but it was bittersweet to see her out of. However her body alone was driving him wild. She still had the bunny ears on which made her look incredibly cute.

"My lil' Bunny has been so patient for me," he kissed her cheek before moving to kiss the front of her throat, "I'm gonna reward that pretty pussy of yours."

Y/n felt the lust boiling over as Chris moved down her body and his was finally home between her legs. "You got so wet for me bun," he taunted her. His fingers prodded at her slit but didn't push in all the way like she needed. It was torturous to tease her when she had been such an obedient girl for him.

He didn't keep her waiting for long. His tongue was diving through her silky folds to get a good taste of her.

"Undress daddy, baby."

The gruff of his voice made her feel even wetter. She often teased him for being so much older than her but oh did she love all the psychical manifestations of his age. The grey in his hair drove her wild, and she loved how grey his beard was whenever he grew it out.

She grabbed at his soft cotton t-shirt and pulled it over his head. The light dusting of grey hair on his chest tickled her fingertips. She couldn't stop herself when she leaned in to nip at his collar bone. Her lips were so sweet on his body making his head spin. She started tugging at his pants while her lips were still on his skin. He did most of the work, but he didn't care, he just needed to be freed of his restricting clothes.

Y/n wrapped her hand around his cock and gently pumped him.

Chris sighed into her ear, "wanna cum on my tongue or my cock bunny?"

"Your cock daddy! Bunny needs your cream inside of her," she whined.

He thought about fucking her the entire drive; his mind thinking of all the things they could do alone, but he never thought he be blessed with this.

"My little bunny wants my cock? You want to get on all fours and show me how dripping you are?"

Y/n nodded her head, eyes wide with lust and her bottom lip slightly poking out.

"Good girl. Show daddy just how pretty you are."

She moved from his arms and laid her head against the bed as her ass stuck in the air. Chris got off the bed and stood against the very edge. His strong hands laid gently against her ass and he pulled her puffy lips apart with his fingers.

"Fuck girl," he groaned, unable to contain the desire he felt," you're dripping. You're dripping for daddy, aren't you? I thought you were a good little bunny, but only slutty bunnies get this wet."

Her body tensed when his left thumb dragged against her clit. It was swollen and so sensitive to his touch.

Chris's cock was hard and ready to be inside of her warm silk. He had brought the condoms that felt like nothing along with him; two boxes since they were going to be together for six more days.

She heard him tearing something up, but she looked back at him and reached up at him.

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'?" He furrowed his brow but still held the half ripped condom wrapper in his hand.

"No condom daddy. I want to feel all of you."

He groaned and he felt his cock become impossibly harder. They had gone back to condoms because Y/n said stopped taking her birth control when she stopped speaking to him, believing that they were possibly going to stop this relationship. She also said she was going to start again, but he just could not remember if she said her doctors appointment was happening this month or next month.

"Are you on the pill?" His tone had a hint of excitement to it, but ultimately he was concerned; she was always strict about protection.

"I don't know," she said feigning innocence, batting her lashes at him and wiggling her hips in anticipation for his cock. This little character she decided to adapt was driving him crazy.

"Don't lie to me girl," he gripped her arm and she whimpered. His rough handling of her had made her even wetter.

"I'm not! I really don't know daddy!"

She knew, and he knows that she does, but he was too weak by the sight of her bent over in her little bunny ears with her wet cunt exposed to him. Her ass began to sway from side to side, calling him to come closer. But what she wanted him to made him think to himself: 'is she fucking crazy?'

"I need you so bad daddy. Please ruin your little bunny," her voice was sweet as candy.

Chris always wanted her but something about this unlocked a deep hunger inside of him. The risk of this made his heart race and sweat form on his skin, but he wanted this just as bad as she did.

"Baby," he placed a hand around his cock to help guide it inside of her, "I'm gonna ruin this pretty fucking body of yours."

He fully sheathed himself inside of her and Y/n sighed with tenderness. The small touch of his hand on her lower back felt so incredibly intimate and she was grateful that he convinced her to come on this trip.

"You feel so fucking good girl," he pulled out just a few inches only to push back in, "I'm going to fill you up. Is that what you want, pretty baby?"

Y/n is unsure what is more taunting: the tone of his voice or his increasing pace. Both of his hands now grabbed her hips and she swooned over how large they felt holding her. He dragged her back onto his cock until he was nearly pounding her. Each thrust was ruining her softly.

His thrust became more wild as he felt her walls grip his entire length. She felt so warm and wet around him. He missed being bare inside of her, feeling her entirety from the inside.

Soon her little bunny ears were falling off of her head as he fucked her hard. There was something so intoxicating about ruining everything that's so perfect about her. He loved that she gave him permission to do so too.

"Look at me," he said through gritted teeth. He grabbed her arm and forced it against her back. Y/n twisted her upper half to look up at him. She placed her hand on top of his for a glimmer of intimacy in this moment of nasty brutal fucking.

"I'm gonna pump you full of me, bunny. Good girls get all my cum."

Every time he slid home inside of her, stretching her completely, she cried out louder. Her thighs trembled and shook with each thrust into her. He was fucking so hard it was almost mindblowing. She always teased him for being an "old man" but he was proving that his age didn't hinder him from pounding into her.

He was getting closer and closer to slipping over the edge. She just feels so warm and tight around him, her contracting walls inviting him to cum inside of her. He loved being able to see her face as she hit every spot inside of her that made her toes curl.

"I feel that pussy tightening up," he spoke breathlessly. He tried to concentrate on his words but her wet cunt rendered him speechless. "Cum for me bunny."

Y/n began to meet his thrust. Lust bloomed in her stomach when she imagined feeling him empty inside of her. They were so incredibly close and if they kept this up they could cum together.

"Give it to me daddy" she whispered, staring back at his face, "please cum inside of me...I've been such a good girl...I need it so bad."

Chris's thrust got sloppy as the muscles in his lower abdomen began to spasm. His entire body felt like it was on fire. Y/n started cumming around his cock and her pussy tightening up hugged his cock and milked him. "Fuck!" He grunted loudly as he fucked the both of them through their orgasms.

Despite her body being too hypersensitive to take anymore, she whimpered when he pulled out of her.

"Keep that ass up in the air."

Chris grabbed her ass cheeks to spread her open. "Push it out for me bunny." His cum came seeping out of her hole and slid through her folds. He spread it around her sex with two fingers before pushing it back into her hole. She gasped when she felt him slide back into her. Her walls clenched around his fingers, still hungry for more. He wanted to fuck her again, but he was too tired to go again.

"You're going to wear me out girl," he joked, laying next to her on the bed. She looked just as tired as him but that look in her eye indicated that she was completely satisfied.

"It's been a long time since you've fucked me like that. I think I should wear that costume more often."

He placed his palm against her face and she leaned into like she always did. She closed her eyes and felt lulled by the sound of his now steady breathing. This moment together felt like it could last a lifetime. Y/n wishes that they could just stay here forever instead of a week. If she never had to think about an empty promise ever again, she'd be content for the rest of her days.

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omnivoroussmut · 3 years

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Could we have a Shobbs prison F8 AU where they're there for a little longer and being across from one another they start to tease each other across the glass i.e Shaw can see the outline of Hobb's dick from sweating and working out and Hobbs notices. Shaw could either really tease Luke by pressing himself against the glass or something 🤤 sorry I couldn't help it! Then there's a moment where the have a moment alone!

Ugggggggh! I absolutely LOVED this one!! Thank you so much for requesting this!!!

Tags: sexual fantasies, masturbation, public masturbation, shower sex, nipple play, humping, dirty talk, biting, mutual masturbation, handjob

Rating: 18+

Having spent a few months already in prison, Deckard was used to boredom, staring at plain walls, and waiting for the small amount of time outside of his cell. However, what he wasn’t used to was watching Luke bloody Hobbs showing off across from his cell.

It had been a shock to see the former cop being lead into the cell and left there. Deckard had been sure that Hobbs had gone under cover for some reason, but the longer he taunted the other man, he could tell the rage just under the surface of his every action. Hobbs had been put away just like every other inmate there. Deckard had relished in the restless energy Hobbs had because of this and couldn’t help but poke at him constantly.

But eventually, even that grew boring. Sure, Hobbs could come up with some stupid and ridiculous insults, but with both of them behind bars for almost the whole day, he was all bark and no bite. So, Deckard had started to ignore the other man, choosing to meditate instead. However, even he noticed when Hobbs started his daily workout routine.

Hobbs would pull the upper half of his jumpsuit down, showing off his large muscles, which were only obscured by the thin tank-top he wore. Sweat soaked him after only a few minutes of exercise, but that only made him even more irresistible, in Deckard’s opinion. Who had to admit even he had to stare when Hobbs started to do curls with the cement bench in his cell.

What could Deckard say? He knew himself well enough to admit he had a size kink along with a strength kink. And there was Hobbs, checking off each box.

Especially when Deckard noticed something the third day Hobbs was finishing up his exercise routine.

Hobbs would ignore him completely when working out, allowing Deckard to stare as much as he wanted. And stare he did. Which was how he noticed the very obvious outline of Hobbs’ cock inside his jumpsuit. Seemed like Hobbs had really gotten his blood pumping.

Deckard couldn’t help but stare at the massive cock that was practically calling out to him. With each curl Hobbs did of the bench, his hips would thrust out and Deckard could just imagine Hobbs thrusting hard into him, making him scream. The more Deckard stared at Hobbs, the faster his heart pounded and the harder his own cock became.

Licking his lips, he could imagine the cock perfectly. It was would be so large, Deckard would gag harshly on it if he tried to fit it in his mouth and knew that it would go down half his throat. Just that thought made Deckard’s cock jump and strain at his own jumpsuit. He could see a thick vein running down the underside and the head leaking pre-cum. Biting his lip, Deckard tried to keep in his moan in as he imagined the taste of Hobbs on his tongue.

Christ, how long had it been since he had been dicked down by someone? When did he get this desperate?

Glancing back over Hobbs, Deckard nearly pouted when he saw that the larger man was sitting now and cooling down from his workout. Hobbs looked up and met his eyes with a glare.

“What you looking at, you asshole?” Hobbs snapped harshly.

Deckard simply shrugged at him and smirked when that made Hobbs even angrier. Jumping to his feet, Hobbs slammed a hand on the glass of his cell and snarled at Deckard.

Which allowed Deckard a perfect view of his cock.

This time, Deckard didn’t stop himself from moaning as he stared directly at Hobbs.

To say Hobbs was shocked was an understatement. Every trace of anger that had been on his face was gone and he stared at Deckard with a slack-jawed expression. Taking advantage of his shocked state, Deckard gracefully got to his feet and sashayed the short distance to the glass of his cell. Keeping his eyes connected with Hobbs, he slipped the top half of his own jumpsuit off one shoulder and brought his hand up to his chest. Slowly, he circled one of his nipples and pinched the small, erect buds.

The sudden shock of pleasure nearly made Deckard’s knees buckle. Throwing his head back, he let out another loud, wanton moan. He didn’t hesitate to thrust his cock against the glass and enjoy the odd friction that it created. His breathing started to pick up and he was almost lost in his own world of pleasure as he thrust harder against the glass.

A loud smack had Deckard jerking out of his pleasure and he looked up and across from him.

Only to meet eyes filled with lust and an equally hard cock pressed up against the glass of Hobbs’ cell.

Smirking, Deckard twisted his nipple even harder and didn’t hide the look that crossed his face as his mouth fell open. He knew that if he kept going, he would make himself cum simply by playing with his nipples. Hopefully Hobbs was taking the hint.

Meeting Hobbs’ eyes, Deckard’s world narrowed down to the stimulation on his cock and nipples, and the way Hobbs looked like a predator watching its prey. It had been a long time since Deckard had been looked at with such unadulterated passion and lust, he couldn’t help but speed up his thrusts. He needed to cum so bad.

Finally, he felt his orgasm crash into him as he watched Hobbs lick his lips and rock his own cock against the glass. Biting his lip harshly, Deckard’s knees finally gave out and sent him crashing to the floor as a wet spot covered his jumpsuit’s crotch.

Panting, Deckard didn’t care that Hobbs and the guards surrounding them had just seen him cum, but he did have to say, hearing the growl Hobbs let out was worth it. The man was pressed up against the glass so much, Deckard could clearly see the outline of his dick and didn’t have to imagine just how big he was.

Deckard’s already spent cock twitched in interest.

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Sighing in relief, Deckard stepped under the hot spray of the shower. Since he was a high-level prisoner, he had to be the very last person in the showers so he wouldn’t hurt any of the lower-level inmates. Having to wait all day made him anxious but enjoy the feeling of running water on his skin even more.

Everything was quiet as he stood under the spray and thought about earlier.

He didn’t know why he had gotten himself off in front of Hobbs, but he didn’t regret it when the other man stopped taunting him and instead kept throwing him very suggestive looks. However, Deckard could do without the jeers and whistles the guards sent his way since his little performance.

Scrubbing a hand down his chest, Deckard was so lost in thought, he didn’t notice another person step into the communal showers. Not until a pair of hands rested on the wall in front of him, caging him in against it. Stiff as a board, Deckard slowly turned his head to stare at the person who had dared tried to get up behind him. But, as he looked at the arms trapping him, he recognized the tattoos and smirked.

“About time, twinkletoes.”

Hobbs didn’t bother saying anything and instead grabbed Deckard’s hips to slam him up against the wall. Grunting, Deckard considered fighting but could feel the way Hobbs’ grip loosen just a bit so as to not bruise him. The other man wanted it hard and fast, but wasn’t going to hurt him.

Deckard spread his legs apart and thrust his ass out towards Hobbs, and wasn’t disappointed when he felt Hobbs’ cock nestle between his cheeks. The man’s skin was so hot compared to his, even his cock felt like it was searing into him and trying to mark him. Hobbs crowded behind him, laying his chest against Deckard’s back, who couldn’t remember when he had been so completely surrounded by someone. All he could feel was Hobbs and the still running shower.

Throwing his head back, Deckard let it rest against Hobbs shoulder and wasn’t disappointed when the larger man took the invitation and bit down hard where his neck met shoulder. Deckard whined and arched his back as he felt those teeth break skin, truly marking him. Lost in pure bliss, Deckard felt Hobbs lick at the bite and continue to gently bite up his neck and jaw until he stopped at the shell of his ear.

“You really needed this, huh?” Hobbs growled into his ear. “Needed someone to put you in your place.”

“Yes!” Deckard moaned and brought a hand up to grab at the back of Hobbs’ neck. He needed an anchor or else he felt as if he’d float away with the pleasure coursing through him.

“I’m going to enjoy your tight, little ass, Shaw.”

“Shut up already and do it!”

With another growl, Hobbs grabbed Deckard’s cock in one massive hand and pumped it roughly. Whining, Deckard thrashed in Hobbs’ grasp but another arm snaked around his chest and kept him pinned. Completely immobilized, Deckard could only thrust up into the large fist and take only what Hobbs was willing to give him.

Panting and whimpering, Deckard weakly clawed at the tiled wall in front of him as the arm keeping him pinned against Hobbs rubbed against his nipples and made his legs give up on holding him. Meanwhile, Hobbs had gone back to biting at his neck and whispering between bites.

“Everyone’s going to know who you belong to after this, Shaw.”

Hobbs’ hand sped up.

“I bet you wouldn’t be so uptight if you got more dick.”

Deckard was beyond words as he felt Hobbs’ cock rubbing between his ass cheeks and pre-cum was spread across his lower back. He desperately wanted to beg Hobbs to stuff him full, prep or no prep, but he knew that Hobbs wouldn’t fulfil his request. The man was too much of a gentleman, but not so much of one not to leave a single inch of skin on his neck free of a hickey.

Deckard was so close, he could feel himself about to fall as Hobbs licked at his ear, leaving yet another bruise behind it.

“Cum for me, Deckard.”

He screamed.

If his orgasm earlier had left him exhausted, this one made his vision explode in white and then be quickly engulfed in black. The pleasure rolled over him as he felt strong arms hold him upright and a soft voice whispered into his ear. Moaning, Deckard was weightless as he felt something hot explode against his back and Hobbs groan lowly in his ear.

They stood like that for some time, how long Deckard couldn’t tell as his body slowly started to respond to him and he was able to get his feet under him. They were both silent as Hobbs’ gently washed Deckard of both their cum. Deckard was surprised at how gentle the other man was and leaned into his touch whenever he could.

Even as the water turned off and they stepped out of the showers, they didn’t say anything to each other. Dressing in a new jumpsuit, Deckard glanced over at Hobbs, who met his gaze.

“If you wanna give me another show like today, I’ll make sure it’s worth your time, princess.” Hobbs’ voice was casual, but Deckard could still see the burning lust in his eyes.

“You can count on it, she-hulk.” Deckard smirked and walked out of the showers.

#shobbs #smut #deckard shaw #luke hobbs #fate of the furious #prison scene

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Making Daddy Proud

Stepdad!Duncan x Female Reader

After moving in with your estranged mother and her new husband, Duncan Shepherd, you started to grow very close to your new stepdad. The two of you had a great relationship and he was doing his best to be a good father figure for you, knowing you missed your dad so much. But there was a problem, you found yourself insanely attracted to him and were starting to notice little things indicating he might feel the same way.

Warnings: very inappropriate relationships, Stepfather/stepdaughter relationship, Cheating is ofc implied, 20+ year age gap, daddy kink, unprotected sex (but I kinda imagined the reader to be on birth control so is okie😌) fingering (female receiving), choking, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving) and face fucking😃

Notes: Okie sooo I know some people will hate this fic and ofc I understand that, but if you do hate it then please don't send me any hate!! just don't read it🖤 anywayss I got dis ask saying "Concept: Stepdad Duncan x naive reader😉" nd omg i LOVE the whole concept of Stepdad!Duncan sm, like if you've been in the fandom for a while you'll probably know the fic "The Hand That Robs the Cradle" by Langdonsrapture nd that fic was my holy grail when it came out!! so you know I just had to go all out here nd get carried away writing it hehe:')

word count: 5.4k

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The opportunity to study political science at American University in Washington DC had been one you simply couldn’t pass up on, but unfortunately it meant moving away from your father to stay closer to campus grounds. You knew it was worth it in the long run, I mean you had been waiting on this chance for years and wanted to make your father proud, but you would miss him.

He was never home too much, always busy working, but he meant the world to you. It had been just the two of you for a long time now. Your mother had moved away once their divorce finalised 7 years ago, impulsively leaving you in his custody as she ran off and gallivanted around the world, meeting all sorts of interesting men she would tell you about.

Luckily for you, she had settled down with one of those interesting men in DC recently, and upon discovering your acceptance into the prestigious university she had offered you a place to stay whilst you studied.

It was a frightening move to make, but staying with your mother in DC had actually been pretty interesting. You hadn’t spent time with her in so long and it had been nice to catch up with her, I mean sure she had been a little distant, but that was expected with having not spent any real time with her in so long.

You were just grateful she had let you stay with her in the first place, thinking she would have probably preferred to be left alone with her new husband, Duncan Shepherd.

They had been married about four months when you moved in and from what you could see, things were going well; especially considering she had sprung the engagement on everyone pretty fast. You were just happy knowing she was happy.

Though you had only met the man in question once before moving in, he really seemed like a perfect partner. He didn’t have a single obvious flaw to him, but see that was the problem. He was completely flawless to you.

You had tried to find things you didn’t like about him, even just tiny things, thinking hating him would be far better than thinking of him the way had been, but no matter what you did, you just couldn’t seem to fault him. And the longer you stayed with them, the worse your little problem became.

You weren’t 100% sure of how old he was. You only knew he was in his early to mid forties. But being at least 20 years your senior, you knew he was definitely old enough to be fulfilling the role he was as your stepfather. It felt strange to have a new stepdad at the age of 20, (almost 21) but it was even stranger with you being so blindly attracted to him.

And it wasn’t even just his looks. Though, yes, they were quite the spectacle, it was more than that. He was confident and cocky, always knowing exactly what to do and say to make the people around him do whatever he wanted them to. He could make you laugh until your stomach was in cramps, and not just through telling dad jokes. Charisma rolled off of him in waves.

He was intuitive and crafty; smart to put in plainly. And his interests appeared to be more intellectually based than anything else, which was quite the opposite of your mother, so it baffled you as to how your mother had managed to snatch him up so easily in the first place.

Now it’s not that you were jealous, really. It was more that you didn’t understand how these two polar opposite personality’s had ended up colliding together in the manner that they had.

Whenever the three of you would sit and have an evening meal together, Duncan always made you feel welcomed in the conversation, which was a great comfort to both you and your mother, being the relationship you had was so strained. Because of this and the fact you both had quite a lot in common when it came to your interests, Duncan and you had become almost good friends in the small time that you had been living there.

It was obvious he was doing his best to be some kind of fatherly figure to you. knowing that you were missing your actual dad, he did his best to help you with the things he knew your dad usually would. Whether it was school work or just having someone to joke with from time to time. He was there.

Sometimes when he was there, though, you felt like maybe, just maybe, he felt something more too. Such as the moments where his stares would linger on your form for just a little too long, or the way he would sometimes fix your hair for you if it had strayed across your face the wrong way. Just small things he did that fatherly figures didn’t typically tend to do with their daughters; especially when his wife, your mother, was right there. Sure, she seemed oblivious to it, but you certainly weren’t.

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Taking your now lukewarm cup of coffee from the breakfast bar counter, you brought it to your lips and gulped the bitter liquid down, fighting viciously to stay alert. It was nearing 3am and you had been writing for hours. Concentrating was no longer your most favourable asset and your half lidded eyes were growing wearer by the minute, but you just had to finish this paper.

It was 17 percent of your grade and due in two weeks. A persuasive essay on propaganda within the current American political climate and you had been slowly working at it for weeks, but you knew if you left it hanging over your head any longer it would drive you insane.

Sitting back in the stool you resided on, you took quick solace in the many noises coming from the ajar kitchen window, listening to a low rumble of thunder, accompanied by the constant pitter patter of rain falling from the gloomy DC sky above. It had been hot and humid all week, eventually cultivating into large clouds that had now given in, spilling out showers for almost the entire day past.

You recalled all the time you’d spent by the pool with your mother and Duncan in the past week, enjoying the current heatwave by sunbathing next to it on one of the many loungers. The house was kind of set up like a hotel that way. With Duncan always needing to be prepared for any events he may have to hold for his company’s business associates or press, he had furnished the home with what was to the three of you, unnecessary seating and tableware; amongst other things.

You stirred, returning your eyes back to the last few lines you had written and attempted to go over them in your head, but quickly realised you couldn't even manage that without stumbling over them or jumbling the words up beyond comprehension.

Abruptly interrupting your confused stream of thought, was the kitchen door groaning open. So with a frown plastered to your face, you shot your head up to recognise the intruder. But your frown was quickly blown away at discovering that it was Duncan who had entered the balmy room, and he was in more glory than you had ever seen him.

You had seen his silhouette whilst he showered before. Having gone into his and your mother’s shared bedroom whilst searching for earrings, you had seen him through the whited out, frosted glass of the on-suit bathroom door. But this was something entirely different. This was him, stood in kitchen doorway with nothing on but his grey Calvin Klein boxers.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were still up.” He quirked a brow at you, wondering why you were still sat in the kitchen so late at night. You swallowed deeply at the sight of him. Your eyes magnetised to his body, dilating with such a sultry image before them. Pulling your eyes back up to his face, you hoped he hadn’t seen their little detour down to his crotch.

“Uhm.. i’m, uh.. w-working on an essay.” Fuck! He’ll definitely know how nervous you are now. You looked away from him, too embarrassed to face him and cringing at your own attempt to speak. “It’s due in next week and I wanted to get it finished.” Okay that’s better, you thought. Maybe he’ll just think you’re just too tired to have a proper conversation or something.

“Oh, right,” he trailed off, looking you up and down a bit as he walked further into the room. You watched the back of his head as he opened the fringe, holding it open and scanning the contents of it. Deciding on a small bottle of water, he retrieved it from the middle shelf before closing the door and walking over to lean on the opposite side of the counter from you.

He didn’t seem too bothered by the fact he was practically undressed in front of you. Of course, you weren't complaining, but it was interesting. You tried to think of something else you could add to your open word document, wanting to distract yourself from his displayed body. But thinking as hard as you possibly could, your mind still brought you nothing.

You awkwardly pulled at the sleeve of your oversized ‘American University” sweater and hoisted it back up onto your shoulder. It had ridden down your arm whilst you were aggressively fiddling with your fingers - a nervous habit you had developed in your early teens. People would often point it out to you, but it was just one of those things you couldn’t stop doing.

There was a deafening silence stuffed between the two of you. So looking around the room, you tried to focus on anything in your line of vision that wasn’t him. It was just too hard seeing him like; his plump lips wrapped around the bottle’s mouth as he drank, his sleepy un-styled curls falling just above his perfectly manicured brows and wearing nothing but those fucking grey boxers. He was making it unbearably hard not to stare.

Deciding to speak, you cleared your throat. “So did you just wake up? Or could you not sleep?”

“Just couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about the most random shit.. and you know how your mom is, she snores a lot.” He chuckled. His eyes never leaving you, beginning to feel as if they were boring holes into your soul as you kept full eye contact with him.

“Yeah, that must get pretty annoying.” You nodded slowly, thinking about how many nights you had spent wide awake when you were younger, all due to her roaring, loud snores passing through the paper thin walls of your childhood home.

“It does.” A smile played on his lips, taking another swig of water before speaking again. “so what’s the essay about?”

“It’s that one I was telling you about a few weeks ago, if you remember. it’s a persuasive on propaganda within the current American political climate.” You reminded him of the conversation you had about it when he dropped you off to class one morning not too long ago. The two of you often carpooled together, with the University campus being so close to his office, it made for an easy drive on the days he was needed in.

You guys would listen to playlists together on the drive and make fun of each others music taste, that was when you weren’t too busy being amazed by how similar they could be.

“Are you struggling with it? I mean, it is getting pretty late now.” He turned to check the clock which hung on the wall behind him, then looked back at you questioningly.

Duncan was good at helping you with this kind of thing. He was extremely well versed in politics, with his family’s background and all. Your mom had told you he used to be very involved with the white house, saying when he was younger he even went to prison for a short time before president underwood had pardoned him.

“I just can’t concentrate, but I really need to get it done or it’ll stress me out.” You lifted your bare feet up onto the stool seat, your knees coming up to your chest so you could rest your chin on them. You were only wearing panties with the sweater, it being too hot to wear anything more.

“Can I come over and check it?” He closed his bottle of water, tightening the lid with his muscular arms as he spoke. You had almost forgot he wasn’t wearing much before he said this, but watching him screw the bottle cap on as he asked to could come round to your side of the counter? It had you weak for him all over again.

“Uh.. yeah, course.” He padded his bare feet over the white, tiled flooring towards you, placing the bottle down on the counter and moving behind you to read the most recent paragraphs you had written. His hand was stretched over to the other side of you, resting on the edge of the breakfast bar as the skin of his arm grazed across your back.

Even with you being sat on such a tall stool, he still managed to tower over you. His hight was usually intimidating as it was, but with the added factor of him being almost completely undressed it was even worse. A small waft of air blew his expensive cologne towards you, creeping past your nostrils and possessing your senses completely before you started to feel his breathe on your upper neck. It wasn’t heavy, but it was enough to make your cunt start pulsating.

You were disgusted by yourself. He’s your mother’s husband! And your Stepdad! What the fuck was wrong with you? You could only imagine what people’s reactions would be if they knew of the truly sinful thoughts you had about him, and you hated yourself for it.

He was your type, yes. A rich, older man who wasn’t actually an asshole, and they were hard to come by, but that wasn’t relevant. You needed to control yourself. No matter how hard that may be.

“What you have so far is really good. Your argument is strong and as always with your work, it’s written well. You’re smart, Y/N. It’s impressive.” He humoured himself with a scoff, his voice interrupting your lewd thoughts.

You blushed at his compliment, hiding your face behind your knees slightly and looking up at him. “Thanks, Duncan.” You knew he was just trying to be a good dad figure to you, but you couldn’t help being attracted to the way he was so caring for you. Maybe it’s fucked up, but it’s not your fault all you need is an older man’s approval to become turned on.

“I mean it.” He looks so sincere as he talks to you. His face would be intimately close to yours if you hadn’t hidden it from him earlier. You notice his eyes flicker down to your lips for a split second, and then back up to your eyes again. His stare no longer felt friendly, but more.. lustful. Were you crazy or was he really doing this?

Suddenly he looks away from you, moving his eyes back to the laptop’s screen. “Maybe you should just get some sleep. I know you said it’ll stress you out, but if you get some rest you’ll be able to get back into it tomorrow with better concentration.” He does his best to steer the conversation back to where is once was, reminding himself that you’re his fucking step daughter and that he has a beautiful wife sleeping just upstairs.

“I know that, its just..” You sighed, blinking up at him. You brought your legs back down you hang over the edge of the seat, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was to you, wanting to do nothing more than to drape your arms behind his neck an-.

“Nope I won’t listen to it. From what I can see it’s an incredibly strong piece of work already, so just go get some sleep and come back to it in the morning, okay sweetheart?” He laughed a little, looking down at you again.

That nickname. Sweetheart. He called you it all the time and yet it always managed to take your breath away. But the thing is, he usually wasn’t this close to you when he did. So when you squeezed your legs together and bite down on your bottom lip, doing your best to ease the overwhelming desire you felt for him in that moment, there was no way he hadn’t seen it.

You were frozen staring at him, his face static and unreadable. You hoped he didn't choose to shout at you for how repulsive your behaviour was, or maybe he would kick you out? Your mind began spiralling, wrapping itself in intricate knots as you held your breath, awaiting a reply from him.

“Do you like that? When I call you sweetheart.” His voice was deep, sultry and dripping with desire. Shock coursed through you. That was definitely not what you had expected him to say. He seemed even larger now, his confidence making you feel small in comparison as your mind scrabbled to find the words you were supposed to use in your current predicament, but it never found any.

"You like it when daddy gives you nicknames?” He moved his hand up and delicately grasped the skin where your neck met your jaw, his eyes half lidded with lust. Your heart was beating so fast now and your breathing had grown shallow. You were so lost for words, only able to whimper out a weak “yes” before looking down to his boxers, trying to avoid his eyes but still wanting him just as much as he now appeared to want you.

He lifted your chin and kissed you roughly, drinking in your lips as if you were the water he had ventured down stairs for all along; and you began to wonder if you perhaps were. Maybe you were what he had been craving, just as you had been craving him.

He pulled the stool closer to him with his spare hand, leading you to wrap your legs around his torso as you tangled your tiny fingers through his sleep rustled hair. It was passionate. His kiss was sloppy, yet perfectly executed as his tongue slipped past your lips to glide over your own. His greying stubble dug into your skin, burning it with pure contact.

You parted to breath; and for just a moment, though it felt like hours, you stared into each others eyes with a ferociously neither of you could nor wanted to tame.

He tuts. “You really shouldn’t drink so much coffee little one, it’s not good for you. And it’s all I can taste.” He couldn’t help but reprimand you for the little habit, he had just gotten so used to doing it over the past three months, and using it to tease you sounded even more appealing.

You opened your mouth to speak, but were cut off when he lunged at you again, kissing you viciously. He began to move his hands all across your body, his fingertips grazing over every inch of you they possibly could as he started to undress you, pulling your oversized sweater above your head and taking handfuls of your breasts. He was kneading them, leaning down to kiss and suck on them whilst he watched you throw your head back, completely enthralled by him.

You were taken aback by how quick things had escalated, your sense of control had deteriorated far too rapidly and was ebbing away even further with each little kiss he left on your skin.

His large hand slid down to your panties, playing with the lacy bow that was centred on the waist band. He hovered his hand over your heat, cupping it and feeling just how sticky you had become for him. You let out a moan, all sense of wrong and right leaving you completely as you uttered a soft “Daddy” and ground your cunt into the palm of his hand.

“That’s right. So desperate for daddy.” He mused, ripping your thin underwear off and dropping it down onto the floor beneath you. Bringing his face to yours again, your noses bumped and leant on each other for some kind of purchase, the both of you watching his hand as he rubbed his fingers through your folds, gathering a fair amount of slick on them before pressing two inside you.

“Ahh!!” You let out a moan, it was louder than you expected and reminded you of what was really going on here. Having been too caught up in the moment, you hadn’t even thought about how being complete fucking naked with your step father between your legs would look if your mother had decided to come downstairs.

“Ah, ah, shh baby. We don’t wanna get now caught do we?” His breathe was hot on your lips, whispering as to not alert anyone. “So tight.”

You whispered back. “I’m sorry daddy, it was an accident- mmph!” You muffled your moan.

“That’s it. Who’s my good girl?” He lay a gentle peck on you lips, only stopping as to allow you to answer his question.

“I am daddy!! I’m your good girl!” You spoke with urgency, but did your best to keep the volume low, which was quite the struggle in between moans. Duncan could see this, so he pressed your lips together. Kissing you into a muffled silence.

You felt his spare hand on your neck, squeezing it just enough for you to still breathe okay when he pulled away from your mouth, moving his lips to the shell of your ear and biting the lobe. He murmured in your ear. “Do you know how hard it was, this week? Having to sit there next to your mom at the poolside and see you just lying there like that?! That fucking bikini. It took everything in me not to cum right there.”

His fingers were moving slowly, going in deep and curling up against your g spot, making you cry out and lean on his shoulder, biting it to keep yourself quiet. he started to rub your clit in hard circles. He was so experienced. It was mind-blowing.

“Would it have served you more pleasure to know, I only wore it for you?” It was true, you had only worn it for him and it had obviously worked. You certainly had his attention now. He growled at this, pulling his fingers out and slapping your cunt.

He yanked your neck closer to him, speaking down to you. “Just for that? Get on your fucking knees.” As soon as he let go of your throat you were climbing off the stool and onto the floor. The heat of the room, and of your acts too, made the marble tiling feel like ice pressed onto your flushed skin. But you didn't care.

You watched him pull his boxers down, cock springing free, adjacent to his stomach. Never having been with anyone of this size before, you had never seen a cock this big. You reached out and touched it, feeling just how hard he was. He hissed at the contact, looking down at you as you watched his facial expressions with wide eyes.

You played with it in your hand, stroking it with one and palming his balls with the other. He stroked his fingers through your hair, giving you a reassuring look as you licked the tip. The salty taste hit your tongue, making you crave his cock even more. So without another second going to waste, you took him into your mouth as far as you could.

“Ahh fuck!” You began bobbing your head, your eyes fixed on him as a groan left his lips. He was watching you intently, threading his fingers through your hair and onto your scalp to get a good grip on your head. You let your jaw go loose, knowing what he was about to do and preparing yourself for it.

He started thrusting his hips into your face, his cock hitting the back of your throat with almost every shove. You had honestly impressed yourself, I mean you knew you gave good head, but taking a cock this big as it fucked into your throat was something to be proud of.

“Mmm that’s it sweetheart.” Your stomach fluttered at his approval. The gagging noises you were making giving him even more pleasure. “You just wanna make daddy proud, don’t you princess?” You mumbled a wet “yes daddy” around his cock, sending sweet vibrations through it as he pushed himself as far as he could into your throat.

You couldn't even fathom how this was happening. You had pictured this moment late at night with a vibe pressed to your clit far too many times to count, so it finally happening was something hard to comprehend. Somehow he looked even more handsome from down on your knees than you had ever imagined he would. His stubble contouring his face perfectly with the ‘o’ his lips were forming.

Suddenly pulling you off of him, you gasped out for oxygen and tried to wipe away some of the saliva dribbling down your chin. It was like a snapshot from one of Duncan’s wet dreams. You looked so incredibly fucked out. He thought it was beautiful.

“Come on little one, stand up. Daddy wants to fuck that tight little pussy of yours.” You moaned as he talked down to you, stroking his calloused thumb over your bottom lip and pulling it down just to watch it bounce back up again.

You stood up, finally wrapping your arms around his shoulders like you had wanted to all this time. He pulled you in for a kiss, one much slower than the rest, communicating something more to you than just pure sexual carnality. His embrace was comforting, making you feel protected and small in his arms.

His hands grabbed at your ass as he picked you up, sitting you back down onto the bar stool and adjusting the hight while his lips stayed connected to yours. Once the seat was low enough for his liking, he picked up your thighs, shelving them onto his hips and laying you back just enough so that you could lean on the backrest.

The room was sweltering, your body hot against his and anticipating having him buried inside you was getting too much to handle. He dragged his cock through your lips, teasing your clit and moving back down to almost enter you, but he never would. Just wanting to get you all worked up and loving the way you would squirm when he did.

“Daddy.. please.” You steadied yourself by holding on to the sides of the seat, hoping he would end his tournament and fuck you already.

He slid the head barely into you. “Hmm… Since you were so polite, suppose daddy should reward you.” He spoke calmly before snarling and stuffing himself into you, pushing as deeply as he physically could. He felt your walls clamp around him as he set his pace. It was a lot. Having never taken a cock this big and the fact he didn’t even let you adjust, you couldn’t help but wail out.

He shot his hand up to cover your mouth, needing to keep you quiet and seeing you clearly couldn’t do it yourself. “Wouldn’t want to wake up mommy now, would you baby?” you attempted to utter a “No daddy”, but his hand kept your lips glued shut.

He fucked you. Like really really fucked you. He was making the stool shuffle underneath you, the powerfulness of his thrusts causing you to slide down in the seat. The only reason you didn’t slip off completely being the barbarian hold he had on your hips.

It actually surprised you how rough he was. A pleasant surprise, of course, but he had been so delicately caring towards you since becoming your step father and now here you were, receiving the best of both worlds.

The closer you grew to your high, the more incoherent your thoughts became. His eyebrows were scrunched together, lips trembling as he picked you up off the seat and held you closer to him. Supporting your ass, his hips ricocheted up and off yours as he tried desperately not to yell out.

His thumb was brought back down to your clit as he pressed you up against him, swiping at it hellishly, trying to hurry up your release upon feeling your legs begin to quiver; and knowing his own was approaching rapidly.

“That’s it sweetheart, come around daddy’s cock… Gonna cum so fucking deep inside your cunt. Would you like that?” You could see a thin line of perspiration cascading down his cheekbone, he was almost breathless and his thrusts were messier now.

“Yes da-AHH!“ you whipped a hand up to your face, holding your mouth shut as you came. You dug the hand you had placed on his shoulder deep into his skin and was quickly reminded of his marriage to your mother. You hoped you hadn't left any nail indents she might see.

You felt his hot seed spurt onto your walls as he rested his head on yours, mouth open wide and letting out a silent groan. His release was long and powerful. The both of you were left panting, the only noise in the room being your own breaths and a small creak from the stool when he softly set you down onto it.

He pulled out, your mixed juices gushing out of you along with the sexual haze you had been overcome with. The severity of what you had just done began to settle in. His head still resting on yours as you started freaking out, contemplating what would happen if your mother was to ever find out what had just occurred.

You wrapped your arms around his back, needing his comfort and squeezing him in an urgent hug, which he returned. his fingers stroked the sweaty skin of your back, trying to ease the thoughts he too had running through his mind. He lifted your chin up, the look he had in his eyes telling you everything would be okay.

Kissing you cautiously, he savoured the feeling of your lips on his and prayed he would get a chance to feel them again. “Are you okay?” He whispered

You didn’t really know if you were. On one hand, that was something you had wanted for a long time and it had been far better than you ever imagined, but on the other you had just helped your stepfather cheat on your mother. “I don’t know. I think so.”

He stood up, grabbing your sweater and panties, handing them to you before putting his boxers back on. “Well, at least that paper won’t seem like such big problem now.” He chuckled, doing his best to find humour in a humourless situation.

You giggled a little, hurrying to throw on your sweater and being reminded of how he had ruined your panties. “True. Now this can hang over my head instead.” You wiped any left over salvia you had on your face onto your sleeve and thought about how you would probably need to shower after this. “At least the sex was worth it, right?”

He sent you a dark smirk, picking up his bottle of water and walking towards the kitchen door. “It was. hopefully it'll be just as good next time too.” You opened your mouth, faking shock at his confidence as you watched him open the door.

“Goodnight Y/N” He gave you one last look as he sauntered through the door, getting ready to close it behind him and leave you alone in the kitchen with no one but your thoughts. The thoughts of your acts. Remembering all the little moments you had just shared together.

In that last moment before he left, you struck eye contact with him, chewing your inner lip and speaking.

“Goodnight, daddy.”

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saynotoshityouhate · 3 years

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Across the Alley (Adam Sackler x Reader)

summary: Your new neighbor likes to put on a show - but little did you know, he knows you’ve been watching.

note: this was a piece I wrote for the Summer 2021 @adcuficexchange for AO3 user 1986_Special, who also wrote my gift fic! I had so much fun with this prompt - maybe I’ll work on a part two?

cw: mutual masturbation, solo masturbation (male and female), watching your neighbor play, playing with cum like only Sackler can

Adam awoke as your bedroom light shone through his window. You were home; it was late. He wondered how the date he correctly assumed you’d been on, based on your many outfit changes, had fared. Poking his head up from his pillow, he looked across the alleyway to see you sitting on your bed, head in your hands. Must not have gone well, he thought.

Adam had been watching you since you’d moved in. He had noticed the moving trucks outside one day and, being curious, he looked out to see who his new neighbor would be. He ended up very pleasantly surprised. Over the course of the next few months he picked up on your little habits and quirks, like your love for black and white films, your morning dance parties in your underwear, and your favorite chinese food order. He found himself craving more from you - like why haven’t you brought anyone home, or why the pink vibrator is your favorite.

He’d also love to know your name, so he could hear it pass through his lips, tasting every vowel and consonant as he came.

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After getting unceremoniously dumped by your long-term boyfriend, you needed a major life change. Moving to New York City as a single young adult was the absolute dream...right? You’d been surrounded by romantic media portrayals of life in the Big Apple growing up - Friends! Sex and the City! Will and Grace! How I Met Your Mother! As soon as you handed “he who must not be named” your set of keys, you knew this was the logical next step in your life plan.

It was your first night in your apartment by yourself when you noticed him. You had yourself all cozy in bed, watching your favorite old movie, when you heard a loud growl coming from across the alleyway. Carefully peeking out of the window, you saw a large man swinging a 2x4 around his apartment - wood and dust and glass were flying around his muscular frame, dressed in only a pair of low slung jeans and safety goggles. You called your best friend in the morning to let her know you had found your first crazy New Yorker - a right of passage and something to check off your NYC bucket list.

You worked from home, giving you plenty of opportunity to study this man across the alley. He had an odd sense of style - it was either the same pair of jeans (no shirt needed, a trait you quickly began to appreciate) or a dingy onesie that looked like something his great grandfather may have worn. He was some kind of carpenter, and was always shouting at something or someone. He had a dog, but only for a day, and didn’t often have company.

You were lonely - your friends were across the country, and every date you had been on so far had been a disaster. You were starting to reconsider this decision, but you were too stubborn to truly admit you were wrong. Plus, there were other ways to fulfil those lonely feelings.

When he didn’t have company, he had a certain nightly routine. He’d grab a tall glass of milk and a tattered old book from his extensive collection, and head into the bedroom. He’d read a few chapters until the milk was gone, and then make himself comfortable propped up with pillows against the headboard. He’d wiggle his hips, moving his tight black briefs down past his knees. He’d squirt two pumps of some kind of lubricant into his enormous hand before slowly, and not at all gracefully, bringing himself to orgasm.

You were usually already in bed when this routine would begin. Covering yourself with your blanket, you’d get comfy enough to watch the show, bringing your trusty pink vibrator along. You wondered if he knew you were watching him, if he knew you were touching yourself along with him, mirroring his long, languid strokes with your fingers, wishing it was his thick veiny cock that brought you to your release instead.

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Adam caught on quickly that you were watching him too. He could gauge how your day was going based on how many trips you took to refill your coffee cup throughout the day. More coffee meant more stress, meaning more urgency for a way to relieve that stress. Who knew he’d have a dirty little voyeur move in next door? Adam had some kinks, but voyeurism was never one of them - until now. Tonight, however, Adam had a plan.

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“Oh god, yes, yes,” you whimpered, eyes shut tight. Your head was full of the dirty things the man next door could do to you. The guy you had dinner with tonight was a total loser, some Wall Street know it all with a fancy apartment but zero social skills. Your neighbor was already asleep, so you had nothing but your own thoughts to put you in the mood. Thinking of his broad chest, muscular back, and endearingly goofy mannerisms tightened the coil in your lower belly. The image of his two hands pumping himself up and down while his entire body flexed in anticipation snapped that coil, causing your back to arch almost unnaturally, moaning louder than ever before. As you relaxed back down into the mattress, you turned your head towards your sleeping neighbor’s apartment. Only to see that he was not asleep.

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As soon as your light turned off, Adam snapped to attention. He watched you reach into your bottom drawer, pulling out your favorite toy. He smiled. Show time. He gave you a bit of a head start, watching your body movements slowly increase in speed and intensity. He palmed himself through his briefs, wanting to last a bit longer. He saw the way your toes began to curl, spurring him to jump out of bed, kicking off his briefs in the process. He stood in front of the window, cock in hand, and watched as silent words spilled from your perfect lips, as your forehead furrowed and your back ultimately arched, stroking himself the entire time. It was the most erotic moment he had ever experienced. As his legs began to shake, he leaned one forearm against the window keeping his eyes on you from beneath his dark eyelashes.

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This was how you saw him, chest heaving, right arm pumping vigorously, a flush crept across his chest and neck, punctuated by his hair, dampened from sweat and stuck to his forehead. His eyes were trained on you.

You sat up in bed, fascinated by what was happening before your eyes. Your mind was reeling - so he knew what you were doing…and he was more than okay with it? How long had he known? Oh my god what if you saw each other on the street? He didn’t seem like a murderer - a bit erratic, maybe, but not a murderer. For every panicked thought, there were two that sent quivers throughout your already overstimulated body. You crawled to the edge of your bed, sitting cross-legged and watched as your neighbor climaxed, spurts of cum hitting the windowpane in front of him.

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Adam closed his eyes for just a moment, regulating his breath and heart rate. Slowly opening them back up, he saw you were literally on the edge of your seat. He laughed, more than satisfied with his performance. Leaning down, he smeared some of the mess on his window, letting him write a crude “hi” message. He saw you laugh, covering your face and shaking your head. Adam scampered across his bedroom, wiping his hands on a dirty towel before grabbing a notepad and pen. He wrote a message and held it up against the dirty window for you to read.

“Hi! I’m Adam! Same time tomorrow?”

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nicolewoo · 3 years

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Pairing: Dom Roman Reigns X Sub Reader, Dom Dean Ambrose X Sub Reader

Warning: SMUT. Sharing. Double penetration. Whipping, spanking, riding crop,.. Just know it’s smutty. You’re warned.

Requested by: Startwithaheart. Thanks for the great idea. I hope I did it justice.

“Where’s Y/N?” Dean asked looking out over the ocean from my back deck.

I handed him a beer and opened my own. “She’s upstairs doing something.”

Dean took a big swig of the beer I’d handed him, letting out a loud burp after. “You two still doing ok? Isn’t her contract about up?”

I shook my head, intentionally looking at the ocean to avoid looking at him. “Yeah yeah. Things are going great. We’re both eager to re-sign.” This was the time. I had to ask before second guessing myself. “But there is one thing....” I let the sentence trail off when the awkwardness of this conversation hit me again.

Dean looked at me, motioning for me to continue. “What kind of thing?” He turned toward me a bit. When I wasn’t quick to answer, he continued. “Run it by me. Maybe I can help.”

I took a deep breath before turning to him. “Y/N has one fantasy that I can’t fulfill on my own.”

Dean processed the information quickly. “Ah, your baby girl wants a three-way?” He nodded as if the information didn’t surprise him. “You want some help pickin out the right girl?”

“The thing is, she wants another guy, another dom to join us. She wants both of us to dominate her.” I paused hoping he’d just volunteer, but he didn’t. I couldn’t look at him for the next part. “She wants you to join us.” Dean was stunned into silence. I knew Dean preferred open relationships. That was no secret, so why didn’t he just agree?

“Ro, man. This is YOUR baby girl. I know how much you love her, and I know how jealous you can get.” He looked back out at the ocean. “This is a bad idea. I’d be worried our friendship couldn’t make it through this.”

I looked Dean in the eye, letting him know I was serious. “I’ve thought about this a lot. She told me about this fantasy when we first got together, so trust me, I’ve thought about how it’s going to feel. Hell, she and I have talked about it a ton. It boils down to this. We wouldn’t trust anyone BUT you.”

He took another swig of his beer. “You guys talked about me specifically?” His eyebrows raised on surprise.

“Yes, and we both agree on a one night thing.... just a special re-signing gift. Will you help us?” I practically begged.

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I came down the stairs freshly showered and wearing a sundress. I’d fixed my hair and makeup both to look my best and to give the guys time to talk. Now, I was shaking with nerves as I descended. Both men looked at me. When I looked at Dean, I couldn’t tell how the meeting had gone. His stoic face hid any emotion he felt. It only made me more nervous.

Dean stood and met me at the base of the stairs, blocking my path. Standing one step higher than him, I was slightly taller than him. He reached his hand out and I took it. Did this mean he agreed? Lifting my hand up to his lips, he kissed my knuckles lightly. The simple little kiss answered my question. “Y/N. Is this what you want?” His stare was smoldering, his eyes taking in my whole body as he waited for me to answer. I couldn’t speak so I nodded yes. “Not good enough princess. You have to say it out loud.” He stepped closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I nodded again, and tentatively said yes.

Dean pulled me harshly against him, and I felt his hard dick against my thigh as he pushed a knee between mine a fraction of a second before he pressed his lips to mine sweetly and finding me willing, he slid his tongue in my mouth. His taste flooded my already lustful thoughts. My body yielded to his dominance, pressing desperately against him as my hips rolled against his thigh trying to find relief from the desire building in my core. When the kiss ended, Dean stared into my eyes.

“You got a playroom Ro?”

Roman neared us now, and I scanned his face for any sign that he wanted to stop this. Instead, he looked ready; the tent in his pants showing his desires. “Take him upstairs baby girl. Show him where we play.”

I turned quietly, but Dean kept his arm around my waist. He pulled me tightly, roughly against him, rutting his cock into my ass as he locked his lips on the back of my neck. I moaned at his touch, but he pulled away much too quickly, giving my ass a swat almost hard enough to knock me over. I yipped at the pain, and quickly recovered.

The closer we got to the play room, the harder my heart beat. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do this. I was actually going to fulfill my deepest fantasy. I was as scared as I was excited.

I led Dean and Ro upstairs, and I could feel Dean’s eyes following my every move. My mind spiraled out of control for a minute. Do I look good in this dress? Is Dean going to like my body? How harsh would he be? Would he like the way I taste? As we neared the door I waited for Dean to enter first while I lagged behind to be reassured by Roman for a second.

“You can still stop this, baby girl. Is that what you want?” I shook my head no. “Then what is it? Tell daddy.”

I cast my eyes down to the floor, knowing he wouldn’t like my next answer, but I still needed to tell the truth. “What if he doesn’t like me?” I had tried to whisper, but as soon as I said it, Dean turned around.

“Ah, Doll. Look at me.” He took my face in his hands forcing me to look at him. “You’re a knockout baby. I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw ya, but Ro doesn’t like to share.” He kissed me passionately, snaking his arms around me and pulled me against him so I could feel his rock hard cock. I melted into his kiss. His kisses were tougher than Roman’s. There was an urgency to them, like he needed to devour me soon or he’d explode. Roman was never in a hurry. He took great pride in making me wait until I begged him to fuck me. What other surprises would this night bring?

“Take your normal place, doll.” Dean said and motioned me to come into the room. I did as directed and stood in the center of the room. “Clothed? Standing?” Dean asked Roman.

Ro shrugged. “I like undressing her.” He walked over to a table with a couple of glasses and the whiskey Roman liked. He filled them, handed one to Dean. “Have a seat,” he said, and they sat, both of them just openly leering at me. Roman knew just how uncomfortable I was the first few times he did this. He knew that having Dean here would stir up that discomfort and heighten my arousal.

They sat quietly, sipping their drinks for a few minutes before Dean downed his drink with a hearty “Ah” before he stood. “Enough of that. Mind if I....?” Dean trailed off but motioned to me.

“Yeah. If you’re ready to play, go ahead.” Roman said it so nonchalantly I was surprised. He had promised that he was ready to accept this, but I had expected a little hesitation at sharing me. Before my mind could process the thought, Dean was kissing me so roughly, so passionately it wiped the thoughts out of my head. He grabbed and pulled at me roughly, my arms, my waist, my ass. He was everywhere. Just as fast as he started, he stopped. My head was spinning trying to process everything.

“Let’s get this dress off.” Dean pulled the dress over my head, dropping it on the floor and pushing it away with his foot. He wolf whistled as he surveyed my matching bra and panties in a pale pink. “Look at you, doll.” He walked around me, drinking in the sight of me as he trailed two fingertips over my body. When he reached my bra, he trailed his fingers over my already hard nipples. I inhaled sharply as a pang of need caused my core to clench looking for relief. “You’re just perfect. Bet you’re already wet for me. His hand flattened now, sliding toward my pussy and finding my underwear soaked. “I thought so.” He kissed me again as he brushed his fingers over my clothed clit. I gasped and bucked my hips toward him. “Good girl.” He grumbled between the kisses he was trailing down to my neck. I couldn’t help but smile, and noticing a change in my body language, he glanced up at me before turning to Ro. “A praise kink huh?” He looked amused. “I can handle that.”

He slid an arm around me, pulling me close as his fingers toyed with my nipples, squeezing and pulling lightly at first then harder and harder. It hurt so bad, I squeaked out. He immediately stopped the pain but ran the tip of his fingernail over my sensitive nipple. Need roared in me again, shooting straight to my pussy. I was panting now. Dean bent to lick my nipple. Even through the fabric, his tonged was hot and wet, and I didn’t want my bra in the way of it anymore. I whined with need and pressed my thighs together tightly. “Did you want something pet?” He slid his hand into the back of my underwear, grabbing a handful of my butt cheek.

He pressed his thigh between mine. I couldn’t help rolling my hips trying to get friction where I needed it the most. “What’s the matter, baby girl?” I hadn’t noticed Roman get up, but he came up behind me, brushing my hair back and kissing my neck. Dean started kissing the other side as his hands grasped my hips, guiding my pussy across his thigh. I moaned and rolled my hips again. “Oh doll, you’re just a needy mess, aren’t you?” Dean asked and laughed when I moaned out a yes. “Let me see.” His hand slid into my underwear and between my mound and his thigh. “Ahhhh you’re all wet” he exclaimed as he started circling my clit with my fingers.

I couldn’t help my reactions. I panted, whined, bucked my hips. They’d barely started, and I was already craving a much needed orgasm. Roman kept his lips near my neck. “Baby girl, are you ready for more?” I nodded overly excited.

It took Roman a fraction of a second to open the clasp of my bra, and Dean trailed kisses from my neck to my shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses as he slowly slid the straps off me. The bra fell to the floor and was quickly kicked out of the way. Dean turned me around before sliding his fingers inside my underwear and pulled them down to the floor too.

Roman picked me up easily, freeing the cloth from my feet and placed me back down. He knew I loved when he manhandled me, and I let out a little squeak of excitement that made him chuckle.

Dean peeled his shirt off letting it fall to the floor. “Where’s the toys?” He kicked his shoes off.

Roman motioned to the dresser. “The 3 drawers on the right.” He scooped me up and dropped me on the bed so hard I bounced.

I giggled as I sat up on my knees and held my arms up to Roman. “Again!”

“Not right now.” He started to turn away, and I quickly frowned.

“Again.” I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted at him.

He turned back to me brows raised. “Now you’re going to be a brat?” The word brat caught Dean’s attention, and he turned to watch us. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

I looked from Roman’s stern expression to Dean’s amused smirk.

Looking defiantly into Ro’s eyes, “Again.”

In a fraction of a second, Ro had flipped me on my stomach and spanked me HARD: right cheek then left. I screamed out with each searing stroke. He hadn’t spanked me this hard since he’d tested my limits when we first got together. He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head up to see him. “Do you have anything to say now?” He growled down to me.

“No daddy.” I said quietly and politely.

He released my hair. “I didn’t think so” he huffed out.

Dean approached me from the other side of the bed. He grabbed another handful of hair, causing my already sore scalp to sear in pain. “See ya later, doll” he said just before Roman slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

Dean flipped me now, without the fun bounce, and both men started to shackle me to the bed frame. “Too tight?” Dean asked as he tightened the strap on my wrist.

My inner brat now subdued, I answered “No sir.”

“That’s more like it.” Ro said. He leaned down and kissed me passionately.

I felt Dean sit on the bed next to me and stroke my hair softly. “That’s a good girl.” He slid his hand over my body finding my breast and playing tenderly with my nipple. He leaned down, taking my tit in his mouth, his tongue licking furiously over the nipple. I moaned and tried to press my legs together for relief from the desperate need inside me, but I couldn’t with my legs shackled to the bed.

“Dean, she’s ready.” Roman’s comment wasn’t meant for me, but I wanted to know what he meant.

“Ready for what?” I moaned.

“Shhhh. Just relax baby doll.” Dean whispered to me. “Daddy Dean is gonna take care of you.”

I felt as he moved to the foot of the bed trailing his hands down my body as he went. As his hand slid over my mound, I bucked my hips and mewled out in need.

“What’s the matter baby girl?” Roman’s amused voice whispered in my ear.

My response was more of a pant than an answer. “I neeeeed….” Dean’s hands slid from my feet slowly up my legs. He peppered kisses over my thighs as he went. I couldn’t finish my sentence, a whine interrupting me.

“You need? What do you need?” Ro teased.

“Daddy!!!” I cried out as Dean’s finger slipped over my clit.

Roman shushed me while he ran his hand over my hair. “Is Daddy Dean making you feel good?” I knew he could read my body language. He knew just how horny I was getting. I needed relief. My daddy wouldn’t make me wait too long for relief, but what would Daddy Dean do?

A split second later, Dean licked a strip across my folds eliciting a moan from me. My head swam in desire. I bucked my hips up to meet him, and I heard him moan when I did, the vibrations making his licking even better. He grabbed my hips hard, holding me mid-air to get me exactly where he wanted me, and then, he devoured me. I wanted to help hold myself up, but his talented mouth was the only thing I could focus on. His mouth and Roman’s tender kisses. We fell silent, Dean focused on my pussy, Roman teasing my nipples and kissing me and cooing out praises to me.

Minutes later, an all-encompassing orgasm racked through my body. Dean slid a finger into me, easing a bit of the clenching as he brought me gently down from my orgasm. “Whoa Whoa Whoa!” Dean stopped his ministrations. “I didn’t tell you you could cum, did I?” He pulled the blindfold up so I could see him.

Shit. “I’m so sorry Daddy Dean. I couldn’t help it. You were making me feel too good.” Roman would have been flattered and let me off the hook, but the look on Dean’s face told me he had other plans.

He turned suddenly and went back to the dresser, grabbing a couple of things from the drawers before returning and putting the blindfold back on… with one hand behind his back hiding what he picked. Suddenly, a terrible pain radiated through the skin of my chest. It was a cat -of-9 tails. Normally my favorite toy, but Daddy Roman never hit me this hard. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t. I was ready to call yellow when the next hit came. The third though was not as hard, and relief washed over me as I realized the worst was done. “You gonna cum without permission again, doll?” Dean’s menacing voice growled in my ear.

“N…no… no sir.” I stuttered out as a tear ran down my temple.

“I didn’t think so.” Dean kept his mouth close to my ear, taking the lobe in his mouth and suckling sweetly before biting down hard on it, which made me cry out in pain.

Roman grumbled. “Hey, not so hard.” He was telling Dean.

The cat of 9 hit my chest again, but much lighter than before. This was closer to what I was used to. “She’s ok. Aren’t you?” he asked me.

Ro lifted up my blindfold a bit. “You ok?” he asked.

I nodded as I swallowed. “Yes daddy. Just not used to it.” He looked worried. “I’m good daddy. Just need a few more orgasms.” I smirked up to him, which made him chuckle.

“She’s fine.” He laughed as he put the blindfold back on.

Dean grabbed a handful of my hair and lifted my face up to kiss me roughly before tapping the soft head of his cock against my lips. I opened obediently and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. “Fuck! You look so hot like that.” He said before sliding his cock slowly in my mouth. The moan that escaped his mouth comforted me. He liked how I sucked his dick. He wasn’t as long as Roman, but his girth was daunting, and I struggled a minute to adjust. As I fell into a rhythm, he released my hair, allowing me to take him as I wanted, and damn he tasted so good.

Roman kissed a trail down my body, stopping to lick and suck my nipple gently on the way. The tender touches from both of my daddies was so opposite the harsh punishment I’d just gotten that it made my head swim even more.

The lower Ro kissed, the more desperate noises I made with my mouth around Dean’s dick, and I knew the vibrations had to be pleasing him, but I couldn’t see him. I could only judge the effect I was having on him by his hands, the praises he cooed down to me and the throbbing of his dick in my mouth.

Roman’s finger slid into my pussy, moaning when he felt how wet I was. Sliding another finger in, he went straight to my g-spot. He knew it would make me cum. I knew it would make me cum too, but I had no way to stop it. I started tapping feverishly at Dean’s thigh, trying to get him to pull out of my mouth, but he didn’t stop right away. He thrust a few more times into my mouth while tears steamed out of my eyes.

Roman must have interceded because Dean finally pulled out. “What’s up doll?” he asked.

I gasped air so Roman answered. “She needs to cum.”

“Again?” There was a hint of amusement in Dean’s voice.

Ro laughed back. “In her defense, the g-spot is the fastest way to get her to cum.” He continued to stroke inside me just the way I liked as I cried out desperately.

“Please. Daddies! Please! May I cum?”

Dean laughed at my desperation. “She’s so fuckin cute when she begs.” Ro agreed.

“Should we let her?” Ro asked.

A sudden strike to my stomach made me yip. Ah, the riding crop. Another of my favorites. Either Dean and I had similar tastes or they had discussed toys earlier. “If only you’d asked before you came last time.” He teased evilly. “No. Not yet. You’re gonna have to wait a while baby.”

Roman stilled his fingers before pulling them out very slowly. “No! No! No!” I cried desperately as my core clenched trying to find some friction, some relief.

“Yes,” he said firmly.

“Darlin’, The next time you cum is gonna be on my cock.” Dean said before kissing me and playing with my nipples. He grabbed my hand, pulling it to his hard dick. I didn’t need a command to start pumping him. I was rewarded with a long low moan from him.

Ro began peppering kisses over my legs, my thighs and my hood, but he never touched where I needed him the most. I whimpered and tried to buck my hips, but he held me firm.

The men fell silent for a second, and I wondered what was happening when a faint sound from Ro clued me into the fact that they were whispering…. Planning what they were going to do. I focused on stroking Dean, knowing he wasn’t going to let me cum until I earned it this time.

Dean removed my blindfold and both men un-shackled me. “Come over here.” He laid down beside me and pulled me on top of him. “You’re gonna ride me now.”

They didn’t give me any time to think before four hands grabbed at my waist and hips and guided me down onto Dean’s dick. Being shorter and thicker than Roman, he filled me in a way I wasn’t used to, and as he was sheathed to the hilt inside me, we both moaned in relief.

“So fucking tight!” Dean pulled me down until I was face to face with him and kissed me passionately while I began to rock back and forth. “That’s it Doll. Ride me good.” It didn’t matter what Dean said now. I was so lost in the feeling of him inside me, I could hardly think of anything else.

Once I’d found a rhythm, I sat up, reveling in the feeling of him being so deep. Roman came behind me, holding my hips to control my pace. He pulled my hair back and began kissing my neck. “How is my baby girl doing?” He purred in my ear. My moan was the only answer I could give. “Good girl.” He wrapped his arm around me and started playing with my nipple, twisting and pulling it gently. The combination of the sensations drove me over the edge. I came with a wild scream; my entire body went limp as waves of pleasure rolled through my body. Roman began cooing praises to me; telling me how good I was doing, how sexy I looked, all the things he knew I wanted to hear.

As the lustful haze in my head faded, I noticed that Dean wasn’t making a sound, and he wasn’t moving. I looked down to see him staring at me, eyes glazed in desire. “Dean? Are you ok?”

His huge smile answered before he could. “I’m wonderful, doll. Wonderful. Just enjoying that tight pussy squeezing my cock.” He pulled me down to him and kissed me passionately before starting to move his hips again. I wanted to roll with him, but my legs were like jelly. “Just relax. I’ve got ya.” Dean grabbed my hips and began bucking inside me. He was rough and fast and my body was already sensitive. He was all I could concentrate on.

I knew Roman was still in the room, but he wasn’t near me. A few minutes later when I felt his hands massaging my ass cheeks, I knew where he’d gone. A well lubricated finger slid in my ass gently. My head snapped up at the feel. Full. So full, and I knew I was going to get fuller. Dean pulled me in for a long kiss that made my head spin. “Look at me.” Dean said, and I did.

Roman slid a second finger in after the first. This. This was what I wanted; what I craved. What I was both excited for and scared of. Dean held my gaze as Roman pulled his fingers out. “It’s time for you to cum baby girl.”

“Wha…?” Before I could finish my sentence, Dean flipped me on my back, pulled my legs over his shoulders and started pounding mercilessly into me. He was fast. He was rough. He bit and grabbed and pulled and pounded into me like a wild beast.

“You heard Ro. It’s time for you to cum.” Dean’s voice took on his dominant tone as he wrapped a hand around my neck. “Cum all over Daddy Dean’s cock.”

My ears started ringing, my eyes going dark around the edges. I exploded the second he removed his hand from my throat. Relief rolling over my body in a warm tingly wave of pleasure. Dean didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. Another orgasm started just seconds after the last. “That’s it doll.” He cooed to me.

He slowed down now. Like someone hit a switch, he went from mercilessly fucking me to making love to me. He kissed, nipped, sucked and caressed. After a few minutes, I saw him look over at Ro and nod. He grabbed my waist and rolled us until I was on top. Roman’s hands grabbed my hips. “Did Daddy Dean fuck you good, baby girl?” I nodded. “You ready for more?” I nodded again. “Ok baby, I want you to just relax. Dean and I will hold you up. All you have to do is relax.” He kissed my neck before sitting up and pressing the tip of his cock to the entrance of my ass. Dean stopped all movement, letting me adjust as Roman slowly slid in. “You’re doing great baby.”

Dean kissed me deeply as Joe slid further and further. It got so quiet in the room, all of us holding our collective breaths to see if I could handle both of them. Before I knew it, Roman said “That’s it. I’m in. Are you ok, baby girl?”

“Yes.” I said. “You can move now, Dean.”

“You sure?” he smiled up at me. I was only ½ way through a nod when he bucked into me. “Fuck! That just makes her tighter” he said to Roman who chuckled.

“Like she’s not tight enough as it is?”

Dean laughed softly, staring at me the whole time. “No kidding.”

Dean moved slowly, gently while Roman stayed still sheathed inside my ass. After a few minutes, Roman started moving too. The sensations were overwhelming, and I came again and again. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. I became a being made of pure sensation. Dean’s face turned red, spots of sweat dotting his forehead, and the groans from my Samoan daddy told me how good he felt.

Dean came with a loud roar, bucking into me so hard that Ro pulled out of me on one thrust. Roman waited a minute and then pulled me off Dean, who turned to face me. Roman left and I heard the shower turn on for a few minutes while Dean and I laid silently kissing and caressing. “You did it. You did so good for us.” He whispered as he kissed my forehead.

“I did it.” I sighed out. I could feel my eyes drooping. I needed sleep, bad.

“You’re almost done.” Roman said as he climbed into the bed behind me. He smelled clean and wet and like my daddy. “How do you want me baby?” He kissed my shoulder as he pulled me tightly against him.

“Just like this.” I could fee his hard dick pressing against my slit, and realize that like this, I might be able to find the energy to move my hips to meet his, so at least I’d be contributing something. I tried lifting my head off the pillow but couldn’t.

Ro slid into me with great care. He kissed my neck now as he started to move. I tried to help but ended up being all off rhythm. “It’s ok, baby girl. You don’t have to do anything.”

Dean returned after his shower, climbing into the bed in front of me. He smirked mischievously at me as he reached up to play with my tits. “Is your daddy making you feel good?” he teased me. I nodded at him, feeling another orgasm building.

“Can I…?” I started, and both daddies said yes at the same time.

I fell, slowly slipping into the abyss of ecstasy as both men touched me, kissed me, praised me. Roman came a couple of minutes later. I laid on Dean’s chest recovering while Roman regained his breath.

“I know you guys said this is a one time thing, but if you EVER change your minds, I’ll be happy to do this again….” Dean kissed my forehead, leaving his lips there as he said “and again and again and again.” We all laughed.

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yanderenightmare · 4 years

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HEADCANNONS

KINKS & FETISHES part two

goodiebage WARNINGS: yandere, abuse, noncon/dubcon, arson, threats, Stockholm Syndrome, mind control, narcissism, sadism, slavery, torture

PART ONE

YANDERE ! KATSUKI BAKUGO - KACHAN POWERPLAY

It’s been said before and it will continue to be preached until the end of time: Katsuki is a full-blown narcissist, and he loves making his dominance excruciatingly clear. He rarely uses any form of bondage, enjoying being the sole reason his darling stays in her place. Hand around her throat, squeezing that weak windpipe, forcing those precious sweet squeaks from her throat, feeling them simmer against his palm. Capturing her tiny delicate wrists between his fingers, squishing until bones pop and she swears in spluttering whines that he’s snapped and broken something. His knee digging into the doughy flesh of her thigh, causing sharp tickling pain to shoot straight through her flesh, all in an exaggerated effort at keeping her beneath him.

He’ll be degrading, especially in a suggestive way. His entire bone-crushing weight pressing down into her, constricting and controlling what air gets to pass down to her lungs, while he knowingly asks her how good it feels when she begins to clamp down around the girth of his cock, feeling her warm wet walls convulse and spasm each time he pumps his sopping swollen tip into the spongey feel of her cervix. Teasing, taunting and mocking words flying along with spit through his grit teeth onto her face, as the tab of his thumb rubs tight circles onto the bead of her clit. Anything resembling self-control can be written off as a cruel joke, when they both know her entire composure is at his mercy. Reduced to simply stimuli and response at his fingers, her reactions on his beck and call.

YANDERE ! DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA BEGGING KINK

He wants to see her kneel, he wants to see her crawl, he wants to hold that perfect little face between his palms and make her shiver and quake at the feel of his warming hands, threatening to mar her soft and supple skin up until it’s nothing but tough purple leather like him, with no hope of healing. He wants to see her cry, he wants it loud as though her sobs could shatter glass, he wants it ugly as though no one could look at her and call her beautiful except for him. He wants all of it as his studded cockhead pokes at her inside, all the while where he pounds into her ruthlessly and savagely, hearing her feeble broken pleas tremor beneath the palm he’s placed wrapped deadly around her throat, fingers bending and plunging into her delicate neck.

Then he wants to show mercy, he wants to glide his lanky boney fingers through her soft hair, hush and coo at her to quit her sniveling and shaking. He’ll have her on his chest, listening to her mumble out sweet forms of gratitude and other soft-tinted apologies. Her lips admiring his piercings, laying worship on them as though praying at an altar. Finding utter unlocking blissful satisfaction, as though some war has been won, at the fact that she’ll never be able to leave him, because he’s made the idea of leaving him seem like death in her brittle mind, not because he would hunt her down, but because she cannot hope to live without him.

YANDERE ! SHIGARAKI TOMURA FOOT FETISH

Just look at them. So dainty and petite compared to his, so small compared to anything, fitting so perfectly in his hand, soft skin in contrast to his dry toughened and calloused hands. And so very sensitive and ticklish, both beneath the touch of his fingers and teeth and tongue and cock. Pink wriggling toes, curling and crinkling until they cramp as he bottoms-out inside her, just begging for him to bite them while he fucks her harder, unable to go anywhere with her ankles shackled together, the chain pulled over his head and resting at his neck with her precious feet made to hang off his shoulders, only able to pull him closer.

Tomura learned quickly when playing with his darling that a woman’s feet are a woman’s weakness, because as she begs him not to touch her, begs him to stay away, once he wraps his hand around her ankle and drags her back to where he wants her, thigh-high sock slowly being pulled off to reveal her legs and coming off at her pedicured toes, foot enclosed in his strong hands, making her bones pop in a much needed message, she’ll moan in a way parallel with how lude she’ll croak with his fat cock drilling into her.

YANDERE ! SHINSO HITOSHI BONDAGE KINK

Who would not find it cute? A little pussycat all knotted up in a ball of yarn, with no hope of escaping, all trapped and vulnerable and begging for Master’s help. Her fingers dancing in the air, wrists tightly locked together, under full understanding that they’re completely useless under the circumstances, having no purpose except for stroking his cock in those moments he’s come close enough, yet not having the courage to sink her claws into the tender squishy flesh of his length because he has her other delicate bits on full display, all for him to destroy if she is to give him the right motivation, if she gives him an excuse to punish her.

He can play nice if she plays along, if she expresses her gratitude on cue like he’s taught her, if she asks for permission, if she begs enough. Either way, she’s not getting out of his trap. Either way, he’ll have his way, which is all that’s important to him. He knows she’ll enjoy herself whether she wants to or not, he’ll see to it up close and personally. Whispering small commands in her ear when she decides to be difficult, telling her to focus, telling her to forget everything except for him and those hands of his and that tongue of his and those teeth of his and that fat veiny cock of his, playing with her, forcing her to see stars.

YANDERE ! TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS MARKING KINK

It’s a need, it’s a necessity, it’s an instinct more than a desire. He’ll be rigid and manic and swivel-eyed, unable to feel at all at ease or at peace with her skin being unadorned and healed and ridden of his teeth-marks and claw-marks and love-bites. They belong on her just as much as that angel-coated set of wings on her back. His name belongs carved into her chest with the handy use of one of his crimson feathers just as much as that feather belongs in the flock on his own back. They need to be ever present on her body or else he’s risking her forgetting who it is that she belongs too.

She doesn’t really need clothes. Keigo likes her ready for the taking at all times. Expensive clothing articles just go to waste if they fall prey to him having to rip them to shreds when removing them unceremoniously from her body, especially when she’s so adamant on resisting him. Besides, if she’s all covered up in silks and whatnot, how is his need to see himself on her skin expected to be satiated? And, she looks so cute trying and struggling to cover herself up, with only her hands and feathers to use in hiding herself from Keigo’s prying eyes.

YANDERE ! MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU DADDY-KINK

Whether it’s sparked by his need to help and protect his little darling from harm and the dangers of the world, or because his own father abandoned him as a child, he does not give it too much thought, despite his darling often times asking for an explanation when he has her bent over his knee, sharp slaps printed on the dome of her ass while she’s made to beg Daddy for forgiveness, her otherwise perfect milky skin now bruised with ugly purple and blues, further indicating Izuku’s ownership of her. Come to think of it, maybe it’s because the title inspires authority, something of which he demands all responsibility of.

She’s his little girl, his little baby, his little Bunny, in desperate dangerous need of Daddy’s firm hand to teach her right from wrong, to teach her proper manners and proper posture and how to properly bounce up and down the length of his cock. Manners including begging Daddy to let her cum, whereas posture is learned and achieved through lesson after lesson where they train in keeping her ass arched up when her head is buried face-down in the pillow, with Daddy’s cock skewering her from behind, her little ass earning a bright-red slap each time her posture fails, her little ditzy brain unable to take simple directions with all the blood pooling in her brain.

YANDERE ! CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL LINGERIE KINK

She looks so perfect clad in expensive customized lace-roses and patterned mesh. Straps connecting her garner-belt to her thigh-high socks, all decorated with rosery swirls and diamonds and pearls, the golden clasps acting as a thing to admire and a puzzle to solve before he can slide her out of her underwear. Bralette granting minimum support as he wants to see her mounds in their natural perfection, the invisibility of the mesh-fabric leaving little to the imagination with her nipples on full display. Teddies too are such a delicate and exquisite playful attire for him to dress her up in. Intricate and ornate patterns adorning the fabrics both of silk and satin and velvet and cotton and lace, two small buttons positioned at her entrance for easy access.

Way too short skirts to even come close to fulfilling their purpose of hiding her privates. With their fluffy taffeta and tulle propping the skirt up into a wet-dream fairy-tutu costume. Kimonos too are such a sweet soft form of unwrapping a present. Tendrils of ribbon tying into big splendid flamboyant bows all for him to tug and make fall apart to open what glory found inside the packaging. Ruffles adorning the sleeves and every other edge in cutesy doll-like fashion. Colors of pastel pinks and creams in stark contrast to his black suit-pants when he makes her take a seat on his knee.

YANDERE ! TODOROKI SHOTO AFTERCARE KINK

It’s more than a duty, it’s a pleasure as well, something to look forward to, something to cherish. To have her broken bruised sweat-slicked radiant body, shivering from the cold or feverish and delirious from the heat, all fallen into a feeble mess of tired aching limbs, and her so very preciously dumb blissed-out state of mind, with words incoherently mumbled and blubbered and hiccupped out into the air with no true goal inside her fried little head. Her eyes heavy-lidded and pupils opium-wide, unable to focus on anything with the rapturous frenzied-high that has shaken her body ablaze and rendered her all but a febrile mess.

She’s so cute with all her humanity having been broken, leaving her as a wild cotton-eyed bleating little lamb as he places her in the hot-tub, careful to join her so she not drown in her absentminded euphoria. It takes time to come down from the fever, her body involuntarily fallen prey to spasms and convulsions wreaking through to her toes as they crinkle under the pressure, with her voice outing small whimpering sighs and moans. Shoto’s right hand ghosting over those fresh red and blue and purple galaxies adorning her body, cooling the swelling skin down, calming the blood gushing out from popped veins as he whispers sweet soft-spoken comforting nothings into her ear, cooing and hushing at her to let him kiss everything better.

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a-life-lesson-in-submission · 3 years

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Inside a Submissives Soul

Dear Diary -

I honestly think I am wearing rose tinted glasses. Everytime I see Sir I feel so content, I feel such an inner peace, I feel happiness, everything else doesn't seem to matter anymore.

Straight into his arms, our lips meet, I am instantly taken, I am only his, he is all that matters. I am very self conscious in body and mind. Sir says I don't give myself enough credit, checking over my body, he is approving, I feel attractive, I feel like a woman. He lifts me so I am straddled over his lap, I can feel all of him pressed against me. My lust for him, my attraction to him is pulled in, his gravity is strong. He is cheekily spanking me here and there, the impact turning my grinning into more of a smile, apparently I am a bad girl. Yes, yes I am and cannot wait for my confidence to grow to be able to show him how bad I really am.

We stand up, he has me sit infront of him, he leans in, grips my neck, we are kiss tastingly close, I lose myself in his eyes for a moment, I just want every part of him and I want it now. He lifts the girls out to play, a tweak here and there, it's always just enough to make me tingle whilst barely wincing.

I am relieved from my clothing with all but my thong and ankle socks on... yes... socks... he did this for his own amusement knowing it bothers me... nevertheless, I kept them on, I made sure I obeyed him.

I am to stand again but before I do, he prompts me for my right hand, more specifically, my wrist and wraps a strong velcro strap around with a connecting carabiner clip hook attached, then does the same with the other wrist. As I stand, he guides my wrists up to the hooks within the wall and clips each wrist to them. There isn't much room to maneuver. Facing away from him, his lips, his breath trace my skin, before long his fingers get to work on my sensitives. He pulls my thong down to around my knees, his right hand then starts to play from the back, his left around my front. I am in ecstasy and very noticeably wet. I push back, pull forward, up on my tiptoes, pulling at the restraints, breathing all over the place, moans and groans expressing my pleasure. I get so close a few times. He says 'cum', 'like a good girl, I immediately want to, I need to, I wish I could there and then. He spends so much time working me with his fingers, quickly and deeply to slow and sensual, it gets me everytime. I look down seeing him rubbing me, I am thinking 'that's it, yes please'. He said he could do this for hours, I could take this for hours. Here and there he would spank me, spank my peaches, my sensitives and the girls. Between my head elsewhere and my body on the edge of succumbing to him, I am aware his hand that he is using to finger her changes slightly and now I can feel a thumb perched on my peach rim pushing ever so slightly, I push back encouraging access. I am so very close becoming frustrated at myself wanting that release, my grunts make this quite noticeable.

I am unable to control my jolts and twitches, I don't know how he does it feel second nature with him, completely natural. He chuckles, he seems to really like my responses, he feels my insides pulsate around his fingers.

I am enjoying every second but then I move my right hand and realise its gone to sleep, I let him know through an almost breathless giggled murmur. He asks if he should stop, I respond that he is ok to continue to which he does but only for a little longer. Removing the restraints my right hand is numb, I begin wiggling and shaking it around to bring feeling back, he gives it a little massage as I get pins and needles. I am allowed to lose the thong he informs me but the socks stay put.

I am then asked to kneel on the seat infront of him. He gropes at my peach and tells me to never change it, I tell him I won't let myself drop much more weight and he rolls his eyes as he receives a giggle and kiss pressed against his lips. He then lifts me again, man I love that he can carry me around the way his does even if I am mindful of him dropping me or hurting himself in some way. Again he eases my worries as I am sat up on the raised bed and advises me to lay on my back once again exposing my holes to him. I flinch as the cool lube hits my skin, Sir again chuckles, 'it never gets old'... a stray thought with my inner voice responding that I really hope it never does. I try to express my sarcastic gratitude through cheeky back chat but words escape me as per, an instruction from Sir to hold myself open for him soon has me back on track.

My knees up and wide, he is teasing, probing, he goes through how many fingers, 1, 2, 3 and 4. He notices 2 and 3 has a profound response. I feel something new, something firm yet feathery and very moist, Sir treats me to his tongue, bathing her, finding my sweet spots. He finds my bit after seeking under the flesh folds, flicking, teething, he's everywhere, it's amazing. I can't hold my legs open, I'm writhing, tensing, relaxing, I'm here then I'm gone again, it's closer than ever. My arms fall to each side of me, his come up to reach over them, at first it is a mutual grip that soon turns into a form of restraint. Its building, my legs move, coming in close over his shoulders, my hips rock back and forth, this is it, it's finally here. My body begins to quake, he continues to feed me, my mind goes into overdrive as I feel a wave of deep pleasure fill my senses. Intense sensitivity ripples through me, automatically I attempt to pull away but I can't, his strength is far greater than mine, he holds me in place as he continues to eat me. If this is heaven, I am there. In my come down he is soothing me with his tongue coming to a stop, all I can muster is 'wow', I am beaming and laugh to myself, I can't remember what he said but I know I gave him the double thumbs up to which he says playfully he will go for a triple thumbs up giving her a little lick kiss.

I bring myself to sit up, I need water and before I know it, he's naked. Instant thought 'phwoar', but I actually say 'bumchickawowow', I amuse myself. Sir asks me to move over so he can come up onto the bed, I move to the side but he moves me back as he comes up between my legs. He is over me, hands at each side of my head, my hands quickly meet his body as I feel his member between my thighs, against her, he is ready and so am I. A little tease, I reach down to aim him towards her, Sir says 'ah ah ahaaa', as a let nature take its course and with that, he enters, sitting at the brim before he begins to push as she gives him a warm welcome. I squirm, he feels so big, he feels so tantalisingly awesome. Later I am told he finds my reactions incredibly cute, the way my eyes roll back into me head, almost cross eyed. Only he has this power over me.

My eyes meet his, I am easily lost in them, my hands feel his neck, shoulder, chest and body as his motions from one moment are taunting, another moment they are hard. I want him as deep as he can go, he raises my legs over his shoulders and buried himself within me further. My gawd he is just amazing. His breathing changes, my legs move back to the sides of him, he is thrusting deep asking me if I will cum over him, I nod with a barely there 'yes'. He prewarns me he is close and before I know it I feel his release begin to flow, as he pumps I feel myself release with him. Our bodies merge, foreheads lock together, once or twice nearly headbutting eachother in the process, my fingertips grip him, I want this to last forever for the both of us. It's powerful, it's perfect as he hammers our releases into and out of me. Smiling ear to ear, I can't help but sigh blissfully to myself, our bodies begin to relax and come to a slow stop, naturally our bodies begin to let go of one another, breaking away gently and lots of twitching eeks on my part.

He moves to lay by my side, stating that wasn't his plan, I ask what was his plan, he answers it was to go on longer. I am not disappointed, I make this known and I am more than satisfied with the results and he can be too. Embracing eachother closely, it's quiet, he says I shouldn't fall asleep as he jokes he is not like other men that just roll over and go to sleep, this is something I have said to him before, as much as men do this, I feel I could do too but I am not tired, I am content. Deeply content. I love every moment we have together, from daily message exchanges, the hello when we meet and become instantly close to getting ourselves ready to head back to reality but these moments, when we lay together, these mean everything to me. I am safe, I am happy, I am his.

We talk about anything and everything, his mind is fascinating, the way he is wired, he really is something else and it's wonderful, it's refreshing, his whole being is everything I could ever hope and dream for in a man. We spend some time like this, our fingers tracing one another's skin sharing comfort in eachother, before the alarm sounds. I break away to deal with the demanding noise, hydrate and he prompts me back up to lay with him alittle longer.

We continue to talk, bare pressed against eachother, he educates me on his experiences in places he has visited, clubs etc. It is ever so interesting, I will look forward to being able to see this for myself one day. Although I am not likely to partake, I would very much like to observe but you never know as Sir encourages me to grow on this journey, my confidence may allow me to feel that I am able to interact alittle more physically with others too, who knows. I read, I explore online in attempts to research and understand the many varieties of kink as some is rather niche but each to their own, I do not judge, I just wish to understand how it all works, what triggers an individual to need such experiences in their life, what about it fulfills them. I say I am unsure if I will have a label in the type of submissive I am and likely to become as I feel I have traits from each label but Sir says this is what is unique about this world, you don't have to have a label, we are all who we are, it is not something you can compare with another, everyone is different in their own right. I am comforted knowing I do not have to present myself as being this or that type of submissive. I am just submissive and what I like is what I like, no labels, just me.

He then moves onto feedback after we have played, how important it is and how open we always need to be. It's a massive learning curve for me as I am used to routine vanilla and keeping things to myself. I am more than happy with everything he is doing but I let him know when he goes slow, that really bites me, I also feel he knows more about my likings than I do in the way my body responds. I will be sure to keep check on myself without adding additional pressure, if Sir is to know me inside outside, I need to be able to express myself clearly to him. Everything he does is spot on, I'm just not used to so much physical and emotional interaction, we're both still very new to eachother but do I feel our exploration is mutually driven. Whatever the destination may be, I can only hope at the very least that we have many, many years together on this journey.

Sir notices he has become hard again and suggests he may have to use my mouth, I tell him I don't do hints as my hand moves to reach him and has alittle play. I am instructed to use my mouth, to which I do without hesitation. My satisfaction in giving warms me, he feels so good against my tongue, taking him into me as far as I can based on my angle. I still feel alittle nervous in pleasuring him, I'm not completely certain as yet of what he really likes and dislikes so my confidence has yet to grow in that respect. I tease his tip between my lips against my tongue causing his legs to tremble, I love this, he does it to me all the time so to know I am having him do the same in return is something I feel amused yet greatly satisfied of. He responds with body language that almost says 'tut tut', a light spank or grip against me informs of this so change my tactic slightly but I know I will always be sure to continue to make him twitch too.

The alarm, once again, sounds, urgh, just rude! I break away again to attend to the noise, however, I don't make it off the bed, my motivation to it seems like effort I don't have. Sir brings himself up behind me catching my attention, he eases himself back into me. The music sounding is drowned out with his movements, I am taken again, reality is lost again. He moves at speed, harder, faster to then a slow tease, I can feel it again, I want more. I continue to receive his actions over and over, soon I feel I want to release, I move a hand to feel him inside me and rub at my sensitives. It's definitely there but she won't budge and that's OK. Neither of us have to release to feel we are fulfilled, it is still very, very much enjoyable but I'm sure he knows how eager he makes me feel.

Time is catching up with us, we stop, I push myself up against him, my back to his chest, it's time to get ourselves together. I move off the bed, gathering myself to get sorted, he is far more in tune than I am, I barely function at times as it is, when I am in his presence it seems even more so that I cannot seem to find my senses, I just feel a constant magnetism that prohibits me from wanting to anywhere else in any other form. Whilst moving around to get dressed, I can feel him inside of me, he is warm, the sensation of him dribbling down my thighs cooling slightly as soon as the air touches me, I have a part of him I can take with me, he will stay there a while.

We are dressed and yes, I kept the ankle socks on for the entire duration! He pulls me in, my back against his chest, he feels and gropes at me, I tell him he is mean to wind me up before leaving me. I am sure he does this to reinforce my want, need and desire for him, safe to say it certainly works. I hope it is there for him too. Snap back to reality whilst sharing playful cheek between us, he really does make me laugh. As much as I back chat, sometimes I am completely dumbfounded, I don't always have the ability to present a come back but as always, not that it's a competition, he wins hands down. After all he is the dominant, he is the boss. Most of all he is my Sir...

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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Feel Lucky

Pairing: surgeon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, daddy kink, sexual coercion, non-con.

Words: 1325.

Summary: He just needed a little incentive to help you.

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It will be alright. It will be alright. It will be alright.

You kept repeating these words like a mantra over and over in your head while looking at the bathroom door. You wished you’d taken some sedatives before coming here, but Natasha advised you strongly against it since it could affect your reaction. You needed to put up a good show for him. He was the only one who could save whatever family you had left.

When the sounds of shower running had died out, you quickly grabbed your glass of wine and emptied it to ease your nerves. You were about to fuck a man for a benefit in return.

Damn, why did it have to be like that? How did it turn out that your aunt’s surgery became twice more expensive because of specifics of her decease? You thought you had everything ready when you arrived at the clinic only to learn about more complications and the need to make new tests to ensure your aunt was able to handle the treatment. After the long talk with the surgeon you realized the surgery would be different from the one you anticipated in the beginning. And its cost was too high even with the money you got from selling your apartment, the one and only property in your possession. Except it, you had nothing valuable.

Then the surgeon, the man you had been in contact with the whole month when your aunt was going through all tests and screenings to get her medical documents done, offered you his help. He said he could get her into a sponsorship program organized by S.H.I.E.L.D., a huge international corporation that provided hospitals around the world with the newest medical equipment. Basically, it meant that most of your aunt’s expenses would be covered, the surgeon explained. He just needed some incentive to go through this complicated process of getting her into the program, he said.

And there you were, sitting on a spacious bed in a hotel room with just your robe on while Mr. Barnes was coming out of the shower. You felt like a prostitute.

“Enjoying yourself, baby?”

His deep voice made you snap out of your thoughts and smile widely at him, hiding your fear. You were playing a role of a silly little girl who was happy to do what she was told, and now it meant you would bounce on his cock until he cums and falls asleep, snoring like a freight train. God, you were disgusting.

“Yes, sir!” You answered cheerfully and laughed, making the last sip of wine. “This is so good!”

“I’m glad you like it.” He came closer and took an empty glass from your hand, a smug green on his handsome face making you even more nervous. “But ‘sir’ is just too formal, don’t you think?”

“True! I’m sorry.” Your expression turned to a guilty one, but you felt nothing except anxiety. It was all a game, and you needed to play your role to perfection. “Oh, maybe it’s daddy then?”

Although the words made you want to throw up, you saw Bucky’s face becoming darker, his icy blue eyes clouded with lust when he came closer, looming above you with his hands on your face. Tracing his thumb along your cheek, he made you open your red lips and smeared your lipstick with his fingertip. Oh yes, he liked the way you called him. A baby girl like you definitely needed a daddy to take care of her.

Enjoying the soft texture of your lips, he made you suck his thumb, and you licked it eagerly like a lollipop. The wine had finally kicked in and made everything a bit easier for you, looking at Bucky standing above you with hazy eyes, making you eager to pleasure him. After all, it was just sex. You needed to make him happy, fulfil your part of the deal, and then you’d be free – or so you hoped. Thinking of that, you sucked his thumb as a good girl you were and continued licking his fingers one by one while the man was caressing your hair, running his other hand through your lovely locks.

"I see you're a clever girl, baby." Bucky smirked, watching you with obvious arousal. "Get on the bed. Now."

You gulped, unsure whether you had to undress yourself, but the man's heavy gaze made you shiver, and you crawled back without second thoughts, Bucky on you the very next moment after you felt a puffy pillow beneath your head. A soft whimper left your throat when he roughly untied your white robe, leaving you naked. His hungry eyes made you feel like he wanted to fuck you into the mattress until your legs give out completely, and you barely smiled at him to play your role. Before you realized what was going on, the man's lips, teeth and tongue were biting and sucking the skin on your neck.

"Ah!" You moaned, surprised at his impatience and deeply ashamed of your own reaction - his touch felt damn good, and you rested your hands on his broad back involuntary.

"Never been with a real man before, little girl?" He chuckled, lifting his head to stare at your blushing face, one of his palms stroking your neck. "I see. You're gonna have fun."

"Yes, daddy." You let out a little laugh playfully, praying it would end soon.

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When you stared at the high ceiling of the hotel room, you tried to think of your aunt, refusing to listen to soft breathing of a man who had just ruined you. Your core ached painfully as he was too big for you. You'd be delighted to say that you were disgusted at what he had done, but it's not true. You're spent. You enjoyed every minute of it even when Bucky brought you both pain and pleasure. You felt like a slut, remembering your own moans when he took you from behind, your hips bucking against his. God, what had you done?

You tried to think of yummy apple pies your aunt was baking for you all the time; wrinkles around her warm hazel eyes, and her work-weary hands, but the only one you saw when you closed your eyes was Bucky Barnes, the man who had torn you apart and was now sleeping soundly next to you.

Why were you still there? You had no obligation to stay. Carefully lifting your legs, you tried to move without a sound - you didn't wish to see Barnes' face again. Unfortunately, you moved too soon as he didn't have enough time to fall asleep, and the man shot his eyes open, watching you grasping your robe.

"Where are you going, little girl?" He asked softly, somewhat confused at your frightened expression. Damn, you still needed to play your role.

"Sorry, daddy." You cracked a smile, hoping he would not see how tightly you clenched the fabric in your hands. "I thought you'd want me to leave you alone. You had a tough day, hadn't you?"

"You had a tough day, too." His unexpectedly gentle voice made you bite your lips. You didn't think someone as rough as him could be so tender. "I can imagine how hard it all has been for you, baby. You said your friend was going to stay with your aunt tonight, right? Take a little break."

When you looked at him, you saw his sincere expression, the subtle twitch, concern in his light blue eyes... and felt like you couldn't hold on anymore, your mask falling finally as you started sobbing. His face turned worried once he saw you pressing your forehead into the bedsheets to hide your tears, you distress evident as your knuckles turned white from clenching the blanket. Next second he was on his knees just like you were, embracing and holding you close while you wept like a child against his chest.

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#bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #yandere

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copias-thrall · 4 years

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Uhhhh okay so,, papa II with his S/O never having had sex before and they’re kind of nervous?? But he comforts them,,? Please I have a need

I am here to fulfill that need, nonny. Fluffy Secondo coming right up!

You were officially Papa’s.

Not that there was ever a question—not since, as a fresh recruit, you’d witnessed him perform “Body and Blood” in his full skull paint and vestments—that one day he’d own you.

Most of your fellow Siblings seem to have a hard on for his younger brother—and a good amount are devoted to The Rat. But your heart (and loins) belong only to the man with the “bitter” reputation.

It had taken some subtle manipulation to get yourself onto his duty roster for his wing of the Abbey—and then some not-so-subtle bribes to get yourself into his chambers for chores—but it had all been worth it when one day he’d leaned back in his chair and asked you if you’d be willing to do some work after hours.

Papa had wined and dined you; ever the gentleman, he’d kept his hands to himself, but had let his mouth run free as he quietly talked about all the filthy things he’d like to do to you if you were his pet. Your body had felt every single promise he made. When he’d summoned you to his office the next day and slapped down his contract in the empty space in front of you, you’d realized he’d been testing you the entire time—eager, but wary of how you’d react to his … predilections.

He’d encouraged you to give the document a careful read through on your own time and to write down any questions or concerns you had. Pleased—but slightly trepidatious about your virgin status—you’d nodded before clutching the papers to you.

It was clear you were dismissed, but your hesitation must have shown. He’d quirked his eyebrow at you as if to say, “Yes?”

“It’s just, Papa, sir …”

“Mhm?”

You’d looked down at the contract in your sweaty grasp.

“It’s just that I—I’m a-a virgin.”

Papa had gone very still for a moment, then he’d licked his lips.

“And …?”

“Well, it’s just … how do I know what I really like, and what I only think I like?”

As if someone had put a coin in his slot, the man had relaxed back into his chair—the leather creaking—his hand coming up to rest under his chin and a finger to stroke his lips.

“Not to worry, pet. You’ll find there’s an option for negotiable kinks. We can go over all of it after you’ve reviewed it in full. Sí?”

Relief had flooded you. “Yes, Papa. Thank you, Papa.”

Bowing and shuffling awkwardly backwards out his door as if he were some royal, you’d left his office.

Over the next two days, you’d poured over the papers. There were lots you knew of; some you didn’t; and a few you immediately had a hard no to—but all-in-all, nothing in the contract put you off your Papa.

When summoned once again to his office, he’d poured you a glass of iced tea and combed through the packet with you, carefully explaining when you’d had any questions or concerns. You hadn’t expected it to, but the entire thing took hours, and when the two of you were satisfied, Papa had replaced the iced tea with two-finger’s worth of top-shelf scotch.

“I am pleased, pet. Enjoy this tonight—now that you’re mine, you imbibe how and when I say.”

You had shivered in anticipation, a reaction Papa hadn’t failed to notice, and he’d sent you a look full of promise.

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The day has come—the one you and Papa have talked about extensively. Your first scene, and also your first time; it mostly has to do with Papa being in control of you than anything really intense (he’d promised you could work up to the really hardcore stuff).

“Are you nervous, pet? I want the truth.”

You gulp. “A-a little, Papa.”

“Hmm. Let’s see what we can do.”

Papa leads you into his bathroom suite and undresses you slowly while letting his giant tub fill up. He’s still in his dress shirt with his vest and slacks, and you watch as he rolls up his sleeves right before he adds some lavender into the water. With a deliberate pull to each finger, he removes his leather gloves, and you delight in the feel of his bare fingers on your skin as he methodically divests you of all your garments. Then, with a firm grip on your hand, he helps you into the bath.

“How is that? Not too hot?”

You ease down into a sitting position. “It’s perfect, Papa.”

He lights a few candles that have previously served their purpose. Then he kneels on the plush bath mat, and takes up your arm, his fingers kneading into your muscles.

“See this arm? This arm belongs to me.” Papa brings your arm up and kisses your hand. “This hand? It belongs to me.” He trails his fingertips from one shoulder to another before he starts kneading your other arm. “Ah! A matching set”

His one hand slides down your side, dipping into the water before it gives your ass a good squeeze.

“This ass is definitely mine.”

He lifts your chin up with his finger so you meet his eyes.

“Tell me, pet: do I seem like a man who is careless with his possessions?”

“Of course not, Papa!”

“So you trust me to take excellent care of you?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Are you lying?”

“N-no, Papa!”

“Then relax, pet. Here.” His hands fly to your temples and start massaging there, “Now: listen to me. Unclench your jaw.” You do. “Untense your shoulders.” You let them drop. “Let your limbs meld into the tub, there you go.”

A few more commands and you really do feel like your body could become one with the spotless porcelain. Papa works his hands down your body—starting with your neck and ending with each foot—kneading your muscles until he’s satisfied that they’re jelly (you letting out a quiet gasp as he briefly teases between your legs).

By the time Papa finishes turning you into a sentient blob, the water is lukewarm bordering on cold.

“Better?”

You crack your heavy lids open at him. “Mmm … yes, Papa.”

He holds out a fluffy towel for you to step into. Careful not to slip as you get up, you leave the bathtub with a slosh of water. Papa immediately wraps the towel around you and starts rubbing you dry, and you laugh at his vigorous attentions.

“Tsk. Can’t have you catching a chill, now can we, hmm?”

He wraps you in a silk robe before pulling his gloves back on, and—upon a tilt of his head—you follow him out into his bedchambers. He helps you up onto the bed before crawling over you to rest on his side next to you.

He reaches for something he’d left on a pillow. He holds it out, and you see it’s a red, silk tie. Heart pumping, you watch as his free hand skims down your chest then pushes apart the ends of the robe, exposing your flushed skin.

“This is not so scary, is it, pet?” he hums as he runs the fabric in tight serpentines down your bare skin. The sensation of the slinky material has your flesh goosepimpling.

“No, Papa.”

He lifts up your one arm and circles the tie around your wrist a few times before pulling it free.

“And how did that feel?”

“Soft.”

He takes your wrist and leads your hand down to bulge now tenting his slacks.

“And this?”

You gently palm his erection, and your blood quickens.

“Well, pet … is it so scary?”

“No, Papa,” you practically whisper.

Your heart is pounding, but it’s now it’s from anticipation.

He leans down and kisses you gently on the lips.

“What’s your color?”

“Green, Sir.”

His solicitous look darkens into something more dangerous, and he gathers up more silk ties.

“All right. Let’s begin. Safeword?”

#asks #papa ii #reader #fluff #D/s #first time #my writing #original post

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whereisten · 5 years

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Best Friend

Your boss and boyfriend, Jaehyun, decides to show his best friend, Taeyong, who you really belong to.

Pairing: Boss!Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: smUT! Very smut, much smut, whats that? SmuT

Warnings: possessiveness, humiliation, degradation, exhibition, dirty talk, semi-public sex, sir kink, fingering, oral sex (female), some male masturbation, penetration, rough sex, some bdsm themes, impregnation kink.

Word Count: 6.3K

(Thank youuuuu to the anon that requested this, at first I was like ??? Um how? but I think it turned out okay! I hope you like it 😈)

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[6:37 PM] Taeyong gracefully poured a glass of wine for you at his own welcome home dinner. Your boyfriend and boss, Jaehyun, wanted the two of you to welcome his best friend, Taeyong, back home to Seoul. Jaehyun and Taeyong grew up together and were best friends since middle school. They separated when they went to college. Taeyong left to attend a school in the U.S, but Jaehyun decided to fulfill his parents’ wishes and attend a university in Seoul. Jaehyun got a position as the Vice President of Marketing at his father’s company as soon as he graduated, but Taeyong didn’t have such luck. Jaehyun used his position at the company to get Taeyong in. He wanted the best for Taeyong and was able to convince his father to name him as the Vice President of Sales so that they could work closely together again. The two were beyond happy to finally be reunited. “This is my girlfriend and assistant, y/n.” Jaehyun motioned towards you while holding you close. You smiled and shook Taeyong’s hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you! Jaehyun talks about you all the time.” Taeyong laughed. “Jaehyun, Why are you so obsessed with me?” He rolled his eyes and pretended to flip his hair, making you and Jaehyun burst out in laughter. “It’s nice to meet you too, y/n. I must say, you’re way prettier in person than in the pictures on Instagram..I mean, you’re pretty in those too but yeah..you get what I’m saying.” Taeyong’s large eyes held onto yours while he watched you blush. Mistake #1

Jaehyun smiled through the slight jealousy he felt.

“She is! Now, let’s take our seats.” Jaehyun turned you around and led you to your table. During dinner, Jaehyun and Taeyong talked about everything, the memories they shared, sports, and their college experiences. But Taeyong wasn’t too pleased that you were relatively silent. You only nodded and laughed because you couldn’t relate to what they spoke about. “So, Jaehyun tells me you’re from America?” Taeyong turned to you before taking a bite from his steak. You swallowed and nodded. “Yes! I’m from California.” “Oh wow! That’s nice, the beaches are beautiful there and the sun is always out,” Taeyong sat back in his chair and smiled at you. He unbuttoned his top button. “Just thinking about the heat there makes me hot.” You laughed as you watched him reveal the top of his chest. He was handsome. Jaehyun told you this and you did see the pictures but in reality, he was unlike anything else. His jawline was perfect, shaped by the gods themselves, and his eyes were dark and daring, they lured you in. You felt your cheeks get hot whenever he looked at you, scanning your face down to your neck and your cleavage that was exposed by your tight dress. You didn’t know that you were staring until Jaehyun pinched your thigh under the table. Mistake #2 Your eyes flashed to Jaehyun who gave you a small smile. “My college was in New York which is quite far from California and very, very cold.” Taeyong went back to eating, he didn’t notice that Jaehyun had locked eyes with you, and was silently scolding you for being so flustered by him. “Yes, New York is beautiful in the winter.” You went back to eating. You and Taeyong continued to talk about the U.S., but Jaehyun has never been, so he couldn’t join in, nor did he have any questions. This was unlike him, he was always interested in traveling and wanted to know more about the places he’s never been. Jaehyun knew Taeyong was funny but did you have to laugh and smile at him every time something left his mouth? Taeyong was telling you about how he was woke up so late for class one day, he was so out of it, he ended up taking the train in the opposite direction all the way to the last stop. This time, you went forward when you laughed and placed your hand on Taeyong’s.

Mistake #3

You only did that because you were laughing so hard at his story and could relate to it, but Jaehyun was boiling. How could you touch another man? And right in front of him at that? You looked at Taeyong fondly while he spoke, even tilting your head and placing it in your hand while grinning.

He felt like he was third-wheeling and he wanted to jump up and say, “you two should just go fuck now.” But he didn’t. He stuck his tongue in his cheek and giggled to himself quietly. At first, he thought of ways to ruin you as soon as you got back home, but then he devised a plan. He held back his desires. He needed to show you, and Taeyong, who you belonged to. Taeyong wasn’t going to just show up and take you away from him. He needed to stop it while it’s early. The three of you decided to part ways later that night. Taeyong held your hand and kissed it like a gentleman. You giggled, a bit taken aback by the formality.

Mistake #4

“You’re sweet. I’d love to talk with you more when you get time away from the boss.” He winked and looked up at Jaehyun. “You really hit the jackpot with this girl, Jaehyun.” Jaehyun flashed a a quick smile to cover his look of disdain. “I know.” He said in a deep tone. You looked up at him and saw that his eyes were low and dark. Was it the wine? Was he upset? You and Jaehyun headed back to your shared apartment in an Uber, but not a word was spoken. The energy felt tense as Jaehyun looked at the window and tapped his thigh lightly. You asked the driver to turn on the radio. So he turned it to a pop station, but your mind still wasn’t clear. You were focused on Jaehyun and how quiet he had been for the second half of dinner. “Are you okay?” You asked innocently. Jaehyun nodded. “No, but I will be.” “Did I do something wrong?” You continued. Jaehyun didn’t answer, he only turned to you and smiled before running hand up and down your thigh. He stopped his long fingers right at the center of where your legs met, lightly running them over your satin underwear.

You sat back as your breathing hitched at the contact.

He applied more pressure on your slit with his finger tips as he continued to slide them up and down, in and out, pushing firmly against the fabric.

He watched you as you struggled to breathe quietly.

You shifted in your seat to get closer to his fingers but he pulled his hand away. You looked up at him questioningly. He held your chin. “You’re so beautiful..are you mine?” You quickly nodded and swallowed hard. “Yes, Jaehyun, I’m yours.” He smiled and let your chin go. Your glossy eyes made him weak. He wanted to take you in the back seat right then and there, but he also wanted to wait, he had to. —————— It’s the next day at work that Jaehyun finally smiles at you. You’ve done all your tasks and sit at your desk outside of his office. It’s almost lunch time so you go in to his private office to ask if he’s ready to get lunch with you. “I’m ready! But I was thinking Taeyong could join us...” Jaehyun was clearing his desk as he spoke to you. He looked stern and focused, but still handsome. He always did in his gray suit and blue tie. “It’s his first day, that would be nice.” You said quietly. “You agree?” Jaehyun stopped moving and looked up at you through menacing eyes. It was an expression that you only saw in the bedroom when he was being rough with you.

Oh no. “I..uh..well, I think it’s a good idea, but only if you want to!” You played with the hem of your shirt and clinked the back of your heels together as a feeling of nervousness fell over your entire body. He smirked and the two of you heard a buzz. It was his phone vibrating. Jaehyun still watched you while he answered it. “Yes, send him in.” It was the lady from the front desk.

Jaehyun went to close the vertical blinds in his large office while you just stood there, waiting for him.

“We could meet him downstairs.” You said. “Stand over there.” Jaehyun pointed towards the desk, ignoring your proposition. You walked over to it slowly, wondering what Jaehyun was up to. Taeyong entered the office just a few minutes later, looking just as strikingly handsome as he did the night before. He too wore a fitted suit and black tie. “Hey, Taeyong! How’s your first day going?” Jaehyun asked enthusiastically as he hugged Taeyong. He patted his back hard and sat down in one of the leather covered chairs across from the desk while you still stood there. “Please, sit.” Jaehyun motioned to the other leather covered chair right next to his. The two men sat down while you stood and wondered what was going on. If you were going to lunch together, surely they could talk there? “It’s been great, thank you for asking, but shouldn’t we head downstairs?” Taeyong fixed his jacket as he sat down. His brows furrowed as he glanced up at you. “Yes, we will, don’t worry.” Jaehyun winked. Jaehyun looked up at you. “Take off your shirt.” You and Taeyong froze. You blinked fast before looking at Taeyong then looking back at Jaehyun. “I’m sorry, what?” Jaehyun smirked. “Take...off your shirt, slut.” Taeyong cut in. “Wait..I don’t think that’s necessary.” He started to rise from his chair but Jaehyun quickly stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder to force him down.

“Stay here and watch.”

Taeyong’s mouth fell open. Jaehyun walked up to you and whispered in your ear.

“Yes, you did something very wrong and now, you’re gonna make it up to me. Unbutton your blouse or I’ll rip it off and make you walk around the building naked.” His deep voice came out in a low growl as he made his demands. He stepped back and glared before sitting down again. You hesitantly moved your shaking hands and started to unbutton your white dress shirt, going from the top button down. Your stern expression made Jaehyun smile. Jaehyun turned to him. “Do you want to fuck my girlfriend?” Taeyong scoffed. “No! Why would I want to do that?” “Isn’t she beautiful?” Jaehyun turned back to you as you worked your shirt off of your body and threw it to the floor. It wasn’t the first time you undressed for him in his office. But it was the first time that he’d let someone else join.

Taeyong shook his head and looked away. “You’re still a crazy bastard, I should’ve known.” Jaehyun leaned forward and took Taeyong’s chin in his hand. “I said. Watch.” Taeyong’s brows furrowed while he looked into Jaehyun’s wildly dark eyes. He couldn’t believe he was asking him to watch his girlfriend undress. “I—I can’t do this.” Taeyong looked away again, but Jaehyun pulled his chin. “If you don’t watch my little slut, I’ll have my dad fire you. Don’t...test me.. best friend.” Jaehyun’s harsh words were decorated by a cheesy smile as he said the last two. Taeyong would’ve protested but he couldn’t lose a job he just started. He slowly turned to you and watched. You stood there in your nude, lace bra, waiting for Jaehyun’s next instruction. “Turn around, zip your skirt down.” Jaehyun’s gravelly voice spoke again. You turned around slowly, reaching to your back to zip your beige skirt down. You closed your eyes and silently cursed yourself for laughing so much the night before. You knew how Jaehyun got when other men got your undivided attention. Why were you surprised? Jaehyun had interesting ways to punish you and you both knew you could end it as soon as you called out the safe word. But deep down, part of you liked being humiliated. You should’ve felt some shame as you undressed in front of his best friend, but you didn’t. You liked showing him what he couldn’t have, what clearly belonged to Jaehyun and Jaehyun only. When you were finished, you felt the skirt drop to your feet and the cool air in the office hit your butt. You stepped out the skirt and stayed still. Jaehyun leaned forward as he watched your ass covered in the nude, skimpy lace thong he loved. He bit his lips. “turn around and get on the desk.” You stepped forward, turning before lifting your body up and sitting on the desk. Jaehyun stood up and walked towards you. He took both ankles and forced your legs apart roughly, so that your legs were stretched out wide across the desk, your heels rested firmly on the glazed, burnt-colored wood, and your flower open for him and Taeyong. He looked into your eyes while running two fingers across your wet underwear. “Is my little slut turned on by this? Do you like being spread out like this for other men?” He continued to rub his fingers over you, gripping your jaw and pulling your face towards his as he leaned down.

His fingers were just as cold as his expression, making you lose control of your steady breathing.

You shook your head and trembled in his hands. His rough voice sent electricity through your veins, it made you yearn for him even more. “No.” Jaehyun let go of your jaw and pulled your hair so your head snapped back. You grunted. “No, what?” “No..s-sir.” You still looked into his threatening eyes. He smiled. “Good girl.” He moved the thin fabric aside and dipped a finger into your pulsing core. You closed your eyes and leaned back, putting your hands behind your back for support. He kissed your jaw before inserting another finger and pulling it out slowly. Your legs felt weak just from the few movements he made. “Then why did you flirt with my best friend?” He let out. Your eyes flew open.

“I didn’t, sir. I-“ you started, but forced his fingers into you again, reaching into your depths and circling around without warning. His digits already found your g-spot and started to push against it over and over. You tried to push yourself up on the desk to get away from him, but he used his other hand on your hip to force you down. You drew in a sharp breath at the feeling of his long, firm fingers stretching you out. “Don’t run away, you know you like this. Isn’t that right, slut?” You nodded quickly, shutting your eyes tightly and moaning quietly as he brought his fingers out and pushed them in again. He squeezed your waist. “Look at me, what do you say?” His smirk made your chest weak. You saw the dimples that so ironically come out in a time when he was anything but adorable. “Yes, sir, I like it when you touch me.” “Did you flirt with Taeyong last night?” Jaehyun increased his pace and you bucked your hips forward on impulse. “No, sir.” “Jaehyun..” Taeyong interrupted. “We weren’t flirting, I’m sorry if it felt that way.” Your glazed eyes focused on Jaehyun and reaching your impending climax but Jaehyun snapped back to Taeyong. “Sorry? Don’t be sorry. Just watch.” Jaehyun winked and it made Taeyong nervous.

The sight of you laid out on the desk in your skimpy underwear made Taeyong slightly dizzy, he wanted to hold back and not get hard at the sight of his best friends girlfriend in front on of him, but it was difficult. Your moans and obedient answers were like music to his ears. His breathing stopped when he saw the way your juices coated Jaehyun’s rapidly moving fingers and the way your mouth opened every time he buried them back inside you. Jaehyun turned to you and watched as you struggled to breathe steadily. He clenched his jaw when you called out his name. You started to sweat as your slick built up under you and on the wooden desk. Jaehyun felt himself getting hard as well, and swallowed as he watched your chest, your beautiful boobs spilling out of your bra as you rode his fingers excitedly to reach your orgasm.

He loves to hear your high pitched squeals and feel the unsteady vibrations of your core as you got close. You were always so tight for him, and while he loved exploring every inch of your tight pussy with his fingers, he loved it even more when your velvety walls were being stretched out by his long, hard dick.

You panted and moaned while you held his wrist and watched his fingers disappear inside your trembling body over and over. Your head fell back, but just as you were about to cum all over his wonderful fingers and desk, he pulled them out. “Open.” He demanded so you opened your mouth and waited for him to put his fingers in. He smiled while watching you suck them clean. “Good girl.” He stepped back. “Who makes you feel good?” His voice was a bit softer now while he looked down at your tired body, your stomach rising and falling fast as you came down from your high. “You, sir.” “Are you mine?” Rubbed your cheek with his thumb, wiping away the tears and running mascara. “Yes, sir.” “How should we prove this to Taeyong?” Jaehyun asked sarcastically. “Jaehyun..” Taeyong says in an effort to stop him from whatever he’s about to do next. Taeyong barely made it through what you just did, he didn’t get hard, but anything more would surely bring about an erection. Jaehyun only raised a finger and looked back at you.

You looked at Taeyong and tried to close your legs, you were coming down and started to remember what was really going on, how you were soaking wet for not only Jaehyun to see, but for Taeyong too. The nervousness you felt before returned. “Nuh uh, keep them open.” Jaehyun stood in front of you, peering your weak legs apart. The cool air made you jump and wince. He looked into your eyes and held your chin. “Who do you love?” He was breathing heavily, trying to hold back his arousal as he watched your feet in your heels planted in his desk and your sweaty breasts below him. “You, Jaehyun.” You said his name this time because you really meant it, he was the only one you loved and you weren’t sure why he’d get jealous if another man desired you. You were his. Jaehyun kneeled down on the floor below you and looked up with his intense eyes. “Look at him while I make you feel good.” His breath fanned your damp opening. “I want to look at you, Jaehyun.” You whined but Jaehyun held your waist tightly, digging his nails into your sides. You jumped. “What did you say?” His voice became hoarse again. “Y-Yes..sir.” You blinked fast and braced yourself. You looked up at Taeyong who rubbed his temple and looked to the side. “Look at her while I fuck her, that way you’ll know she’s mine.” Jaehyun turned to Taeyong. “Touch yourself if you want to, but don’t you dare touch her again.” His growl echoed in the office room. He turned back to you and pushed the thin fabric aside again. He licked a long strip and pulled back to look up at you. You were looking at him through hooded eyes. Your back arched and your chest was heavy with anticipation. “Look at him, if you look at me, we’ll be here all day, even when the others get back. Do you want me to fuck you for the entire floor to hear?” Jaehyun tilted his head and smiled devilishly. “No, sir.” Your eyes flickered up to Taeyong who sat and watched. He leaned back in his chair and swallowed hard. He just had to accept that his best friend was a bit wild, there was no winning with him. He was stuck. Might as well make the best of it. Jaehyun went back to your core and kissed it lightly before dipping his warm tongue in again. You tried to focus on Taeyong and maintain eye contact like Jaehyun told you to, but all you could think about was Jaehyun’s tongue moving in and out of you slowly, exploring every inch of your aching pussy. “Fuck.” You gasped when Jaehyun circled his tongue around your clit in a fast pace. He licked up the juices that had escaped previously and hummed.

“Mmm she’s so delicious.” He said lowly. You moaned and looked back at Taeyong whose pants were holding his erection back. He tried to cover it, but you could see the imprint on his gray pants. Jaehyun’s tongue and lips worked simultaneously to bring you to the edge. Your hips started to move again as his tongue lapped against your folds. His dark eyes were locked on yours and you cried out at the sight of his pretty face between your legs. The movement of his tongue didn’t stop, he only moved it fast while your essence built. You moved your hips faster now. “Oh..” your mouth stayed in an O shape while you watched Jaehyun work his tongue in between your folds and kiss them longingly before humming a deep sound.

The sound sent vibrations straight through you. You whined and grabbed his hair with the hand that wasn’t holding your body up. You felt that familiar ache in your stomach as you got close.

He brought his face closer to you so that his tongue could go in deeper. He ate you like you were his last meal, savoring the taste and the warmth of your pulsating pussy on his tongue, kissing your clit whenever he withdrew it.

His tongue was stronger now, pushing in and out of you with force as he curled the tip and hit your sweet spot over and over. He hummed every time you moaned, this was his way of getting you to be louder for him.

He knew you were close because your body rocked back and forth to fuck itself against his face and your grip on his brown hair tightened as he forced himself in deeper.

“Jaehyun!” You whined loudly and felt your body shake as the euphoric feeling overcame you. You came all over his tongue and mouth, but he continued to attack your core. You breathed heavily as you orgasmed and cried out his name. You tried to push yourself up on the desk to escape his tongue but he held your waist firmly and pulled you down towards him.

He flashed his intimidatingly dark eyes up at you, quietly telling you to stay still. Your eyes started to tear up at the overwhelming feeling. You were sensitive but Jaehyun kept going. You let go of his hair and leaned back on both hands again. You moaned and looked up at the ceiling while trying to keep your head together. You saw stars and couldn’t think straight, the feeling in your stomach told you that you were too sensitive for another orgasm. Jaehyun was driving you crazy with his tongue and the way he had you laid out in front of him and his best friend. When you looked back at Taeyong, you saw he had his hand in his pants, stroking his member up and down while he listened to your cries. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he tried to stay quiet. You watched his chest rise and fall, and his hand pump his length while pre cum dripped onto the gray fabric.

He bit his lips to hold back his groans. His eyes fell on your breasts and Jaehyun’s head moving up and down and towards your wet opening. Jaehyun’s hands held your hips firmly, bringing you down towards him every time he felt you try to bounce away from him. He wanted you to feel everything, he wanted you to feel every movement from his violent tongue. “Jaehyun..” you looked back down at him. He still licked between your folds, dipping into your core to collect your juices, then spreading them around your opening. He kissed your nub before flattening his tongue against it. His head moved forward and around your pussy as he made sure to touch each part with his aggressive tongue.

His eyes focused on you the entire time. You saw his sharp jaw clench as he brought his bottom lip to his top lip to kiss your bud.

You took your bra off and started to massage your breasts, pinching your nipples as you felt your heat growing again.

You were so close. You started to moved your hips against his face again, he groaned and hummed as he tasted your sweet juices. Your moans were loud enough for the entire floor to hear but luckily everyone was still out at lunch, or you at least hoped they were. “F-fuck, Jaehyun!” You crumbled under him again as another orgasm washed over. Jaehyun stopped now and watched through low eyes as you experienced your second orgasm. He liked the way your eyes shut tightly, your jaw tensed and your hands squeezed your breasts hard while you came all over his desk for the second time. “Oh..my God, Jaehyun..” You exhaled and fell back from the sensitivity and weak feeling in your body, but he quickly stood up and held your back.

“Good girl.” He used his sleeve to wipe his mouth clean before kissing you. You held his face and kissed him deeply. He made you feel so good, he always did. Taeyong was quietly bringing himself to the edge. He still thought of your moans and watched your soaking entrance as you still had your legs open wide for him to see.

Jaehyun pulled away from your lips and glared at you. His hand went from your chin and to your throat. “Who do you belong to?” He growled into your ear while squeezing his hand around your neck. “You, sir.” You looked into his eyes and he almost fell weak by your large, innocent eyes but he had one last thing for Taeyong to see. Jaehyun stepped back and let go of your throat. “Stand up, whore.” You moved slowly, struggling to find the strength in your shaking and weak legs. They nearly buckled under you before Jaehyun held your arms to keep you up. He took your hand and led you to the side of the desk. He pushed you down onto the wood, your breasts squished against it as you bent over and turned your head to the side.

You felt the cold surface against your sensitive body and whined quietly. You saw Taeyong was still moving his hand slowly down his shaft and up to his spazzing tip. “Isn’t she beautiful when she’s bent over my desk like this?” Jaehyun asked while taking his jacket off. He threw it to the floor and pushed his clothed erection into your butt while leaning forward. He then took your thong down your legs, tossing them to the side as well. He cupped your jaw and dipped his thumb into your drooling mouth. You sucked hard and licked around it as he closed his eyes and moaned softly.

“See, Taeyong, normally, I’d have my little slut kneel under my desk and choke on my cock, swallowing me whole and drinking me dry..but today, I don’t have the patience.” Jaehyun smacked your ass hard, making you jerk forward on the desk. Both you and Taeyong stayed quiet.

“She’s made four very big mistakes, so I’m gonna fuck her until you both understand that she’s mine.” Jaehyun pulled your hair hard, making your neck bend upwards and towards him as he pulled himself off of you.

“Look at you..bent over my eight thousand dollar desk, dripping all over it like a whore.” He whispered into your ear as you shut your eyes and felt your juices flow down your legs. His raspy, low voice made the heat between your legs flare. You moaned and listened to the sound of Taeyong’s dick being fondled by his hand. The lewd sounds of him spreading his own cum against it made everything so much hotter. Jaehyun let go of your hair and quickly took his belt off, placing it on the desk beside your head.

He unbuttoned his pants and brought down his briefs before unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it to the side.

He walked around the desk so that you could see him stroke his veiny, thick dick, the veins on his muscular arms bulging as he moved his hand back and forth.

His abs flexed as he breathed heavily. He watched you and tried to hold himself together while imagining your round lips around him and the amazingly beautiful gagging sounds you always made when you sucked him off, but he wanted more this time.

You licked your lips and whined, ready for him to take you. You ignored the sensitivity you felt and only thought of how well he’d fill you up and fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.

It had happened a few times before and you had to go home early, telling your coworkers the false excuse that you ate something bad for lunch and had to go home. “You’re salivating all over my desk for my dick, isn’t that right?” Jaehyun asked innocently, he smiled and displayed the deep dimples you loved again. You nodded fast and pouted when he would let you touch him yet.

“Yes, sir.”

He tilted his head. “That’s cute.” The large head of his cock twitched as he continued to run his hand up the shaft and groan.

He walked back around and stood behind you, he ran his length along your dripping folds and parted them with his swollen tip. You felt every vein as he took his time, massaging your sensitive opening with his thick member.

You took in a sharp breath and closed your eyes while moaning. He loved to tease you by just rubbing his length over you, watching as you shut your eyes tightly and bit your lips before he entered.

He breathed heavily as he guided his tip from your clit to your throbbing opening, refusing to push all the way in while you cried out for more. You held onto the the edge of the desk to steady yourself, but he didn’t enter you. Instead, he took his belt up. “Put your hands behind your back.” His voice was still raspy, but a bit broken up as he tried to hold himself back. You quickly moved your hands behind you. He used the belt to tie your wrists together tightly.

“Mmmm..beautiful.” He smirked before slapping your ass again, you yelped at the sharp, unexpected pain and pushed your body up away from him.

He liked seeing your restricted and quivering under him. He put one hand on your hip and pulled you back towards him while his other hand held his member and aligned it with your opening. He usually took things slow and gave you time to adjust as he entered you, but he was still furious and wanted to fuck you roughly not only for Taeyong to see, but for him to let out his anger. He pushed into you hard, holding you fast against his pelvis as you cried out and shook from the sudden penetration. You pushed away from him, feeling a sharp pain in your pussy as he brought you all the way down to the base of his dick in one move.

You underestimated his length and weren’t nearly as ready as you thought you were.

He pulled you back towards him with both hands on your hips now.

“Don’t run away from my cock, take it, take all of it, you little slut.”

You moaned. “Yes, sir.”

He smacked your ass and pushed into you again, somehow going even deeper than he did before. You felt the stinging pain and the early formation of a bruise on the area he kept slapping, but you liked it.

His long, thick dick stretched you out almost immediately, hitting your depths like they were made the perfect fit just for him.

He pushed into you hard, the sounds of skin hitting skin filled the air along with Jaehyun’s grunts and low moans.

“Fuck. my little whore is so tight. Who does this pussy belong to? Turn to him and say it, say it loud.” “Yes...sir..my pussy belongs to...y-you, Jaehyun.” You managed to utter out as your boobs rubbed against the desk, you felt his sweaty abs against your back. “Louder!” Jaehyun grunted and grabbed your hair, pulling your head up so that you’d look at Taeyong. “I belong...to Jaehyun!” You cried out loud enough for the floor to hear again, but you didn’t care. Jaehyun was pushing into you faster. Your walls closed around him as you neared your climax.

“F-fuck.” You closed your eyes and felt water fall out the sides.

Jaehyun was hammering your insides, thrusting his veiny length into you so hard, it hit your sweet spot over and over. Jaehyun kissed your neck and looked up at Taeyong with a devilish smirk while still ramming his dick into you and making your breasts jump up and down.

“Look at how well she takes me, best friend.” Jaehyun rubbed a hand over your stomach, tapping it lightly to show him just how far his dick reached.

“I’m gonna breed her little cunt...I’ll miss feeling my cock in her belly.” Jaehyun bit your neck as your eyes flickered shut. Taeyong felt himself grow hard again and couldn’t help but touch himself at the sight.

“Fuck, you’re crazy.” He panted and started to fuck into his cupped hand. His eyes were low, but he watched your entire body take Jaehyun’s length and imagined it to be his own. He imagined that it was him holding you up and fucking into you hard while you cried out his name.

He groaned and moved his hand faster. Your mouth fell open as Jaehyun grabbed your tied wrists and pulled your upper body up and away from the cold surface of the desk. He brought your body down onto his length while pulling your leg around his waist. Your boobs jumped up and down, your essence ran in a steady stream down your legs and onto his twitching cock as he used your body like a sex doll to bring himself to the edge. “I’m—I’m gonna cum..” you cried out. Jaehyun chuckled lowly. “Again? Am I fucking you that well?” “Yes..s-sir.” You moaned and looked up at the ceiling while he fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples and squeezing them hard.

Jaehyun was pushing against your tightening, silky, wet walls fast and hard, he nearly lost it when he heard your cries and saw your drooling mouth. He held your leg with one hand then reached around with his other hand and played with your clit.

“Jaehyun!” You screamed out as he aggressively pressed two fingers against it, rubbing it and pinching it to make you cum faster. You clenched around him and he grunted even louder.

“Yes, just like that.” He growled and put your body back down onto the desk so he could go back to pushing into you harder. He wrapped a hand around your throat while still working the other on your clit. Your high pitched squeals grew louder and his grip on your throat tightened. You couldn’t focus anymore, your eyes were glossed over and your mouth couldn’t shut. He forced himself into your trembling core one last time and released into you. His hot liquid filled you up and overflowed. You came all over his dick, squirting and moaning loudly while he pushed into you a few more times.

“Here, take all of me in like a good girl.” He pulled his dick out to collect his cum that had fallen out of your shaking opening, then pushed it back into you.

“Hold it in, baby.” He finally pulled out and closed your legs before flipping you over. He kissed your lips and rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs. Taeyong came as well, his cum shooting up and onto his pants, but quickly put his dick back in and zipped them up. You breathed heavily and struggled to stand up straight as Jaehyun unbuckled his belt and let your hands loose.

You held yourself up by holding on to the desk behind you. Jaehyun let you go and pulled up his underwear and pants. “Are we clear?” He turned to Taeyong and asked while putting his belt back on. “Yes, Jaehyun, very.” Taeyong stood up and looked on the floor.

Jaehyun laughed, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

“Good. Let’s watch the game together tomorrow.”

You were too focused on regaining steady breathing, you didn’t notice that Taeyong only nodded and left quickly.

Jaehyun buttoned up his shirt and turned back to you.

He smirked and walked closer to your lifeless body as you still stood in one position. “You okay?” His voice was still a bit husky, but softer. You opened your eyes and stood up straight. You wrapped your arms around him and continued to kiss him. You put your sweaty forehead against his and swallowed hard. “I love you..you ridiculous asshole.” Jaehyun only laughed and held your waist before kissing you again. You tried to walk, but still didn’t have the strength to.

You sighed. “Now, I have to call out again.” Jaehyun smirked while you buttoned up the last two buttons at the top of his shirt for him. “We’re both gonna call out, what makes you think I’m done with you?”

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