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august126 · 7 months

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Happy Valentine’s Day

Bakugou Katsuki x female reader

Summary: y/n has a surprise for Katsuki on Valentine's Day.

warnings:Spanking,Oral Sex,Vaginal Sex,and Body Worship

y/n had never been one to spend money on expensive lingerie—it just seemed too frivolous, and she was very practical with her money.

But a few months ago she had bought an electric blue matching bra and panty set. It was all lace and strategic cut-outs. Completely impractical. But Katsuki had lost his mind after she had shed her date night little black dress and revealed the set. He had worshiped and ravaged her for hours. She lost count of how many times she came that night.

So she indulged in a little something to surprise Katsuki on Valentine’s Day.

She pulled the ensemble on and inspected herself in front of the full-length mirror they had in the walk-in closet. She twisted this way and that, trying to get a good view of the way the lingerie fit her. Finally she offered her reflection a small smirk, satisfied that her plan was in motion.

******

It had been a long day. Villains were out in droves. Katsuki must have resolved eight incidents during his patrol. He couldn’t wait to just relax at home with his wife. He pushed open the door to their apartment and was greeted with the tingling scent of spicy food. He inhaled deeply as he toed off his boots.

“Smells good in here, y/n!” he called as he padded towards the kitchen, wholly unprepared for what he was about to see.

“Welcome home, Katsuki,” y/n purred, and his cock twitched in his pants as he sucked in a breath.

Katsuki’s mouth hung open while he took in the sight before him. She was wearing a black lace bustier with red satin trim. Red garters clipped to the matching thigh high black stockings with lace trim. The ensemble was finished off with a redtrimmed black g-string. The red details seemed to perfectly highlight her curves and fuck, y/n had delicious curves.

“Holy shit,” Katsuki breathed as his eyes raked over her.

She bit her lip and smiled back at him, one hip cocked with her legs crossed at the ankles to further enhance the illusion of her curves. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” she said with a wink that had Katsuki’s brain short-circuiting.

Holy fuck she was hot. He was so fucking lucky.

Without another thought, he closed the space between them and harshly pulled her body flush to him as he crushed her lips with his. He palmed her bare ass before he lifted her and settled her on the counter, stepping between her legs. y/n giggled against his lips. He nibbled hungrily at her.

“Dinner has to simmer for a bit so I thought maybe we could do something to pass the time,” she said as she raked her hands through his hair, eliciting a growl from him.

“What…did you…have…in mind…Angel?” he asked as he kissed along her jaw, down her neck and collarbone, and finally found his place between her perfect tits. He nuzzled into her cleavage before turning his head to bite and suck at one breast.

She leaned towards him and nibbled his ear before her breath ghosted over him as she whispered, “Whatever you want.”

“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled as he lifted her once again and carried her to their bedroom, tossing her on the bed and taking a minute to enjoy the lingerie again. “So fucking perfect.”

He slowly crawled over her, trailing his hand slowly up one leg. She squirmed at his touch, and he knew if she had been wearing any other color panties, he’d see the damp spot at her core—displaying her arousal like a billboard. The black hid it well, but he didn’t need to see to know how wet she already was. He unclipped one red garter and drew the stocking down her leg, kissing along as he exposed more skin. With one stocking gone, he licked up the now bare leg as his hand traveled up her other leg, skimming over the nylon and lace. He repeated the process, unclipping the garter and kissing along her other leg as he painstakingly dragged the stocking off.

“Katsuki, please.” y/n begged, desperate for his touch on more than just her legs.

“I need to unwrap my present first,” he said as he kissed back up her leg. He paused at her cunt. “Hmm, what to unwrap next.” He playfully nibbled at the red trim of her g-string. His hands gripped her hips, fingers teasing the thin strings before he abandoned that and climbed over her.

He claimed her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lips before he pushed his tongue past her barely parted lips. He could taste a hint of wine on her tongue as he lapped up the moans that couldn’t quite escape her mouth. When he pulled back, she whimpered at the momentary loss of contact.

“Calm down, Angel,” he whispered as he rolled her over and slapped her exposed ass hard. And again. And once more, for good measure.

“Hnngh, Katsuki,” she moaned.

He admired the red mark on her cheek as he slowly started undoing the clasps on the back of the bustier, his fingers teasing her skin with each clasp he unfastened. She shivered under his featherlight touch. When he finally finished unfastening each clasp, he flipped her back onto her back again to remove the bustier.

He growled at the sight of her hardened nipples, and he quickly took one in his mouth—sucking and nipping at her. He took her nipple gently between his teeth and tugged slightly. She arched into the rough touch with a whine. He moved to the other nipple, repeating the motions before finally kissing his way down her body and taking the red trim of the g-string into his teeth again.

“Off now,” she begged, and he resisted the urge to rip the thong off with a small explosion. Instead, he carefully pulled it off and tossed it to the side, preserving the g-string to live another day. Her pussy glistened in the low light of the bedroom, her arousal clear.

“What do you want me to do next?” he asked, his voice husky as he hovered just over her, his hot breaths teasing her sensitive skin.

“Tongue,” she whined and pushed his head towards her cunt.

His tongue darted out eagerly, and he licked a long slow trail up her folds before swirling his tongue around her clit.

“Mmm, fuck, y/n” he whispered and closed his lips around her swollen clit again, sucking hungrily. “God, you taste so good.”

He continued to lick and suck, lapping up the juices collecting between her legs as she squirmed in pleasure from Katsuki’s undivided attention. His tongue swirled her clit again, and he pushed two fingers into her, pumping and flexing—curling his fingers to press into the bundle of nerves that sent her orgasm crashing into her.

“Fuck! Katsuki, yes!” she cried out as she came. He drank her in, continuing to lick and fingerfuck her through the orgasm.

Her hand fisted in his wild hair, and she pulled his head away from her body, pulling him up to her. She pulled his lips to her in a desperate fashion, needing to taste herself on his tongue. breaking their kiss and settled herself on top of him.

“What the fuck is this?” she asked, suddenly realizing he was still fully dressed.

-he smirked—“I was a little distracted opening my present.”

“That has to change immediately,” she said, and Katsuki sat up so she could pull his shirt off. She hastily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, releasing some of the pressure on his hard cock. “Need you,” she mumbled in determination, tugging his pants down his legs. He lifted his hips to help and started pushing his boxer briefs down as well.

y/n was quick to remove the offending clothing, and before Katsuki could react to anything else, she was wrapping her lips around his hard cock, sucking intently.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed in surprise, trying not to cum instantly at the sudden, intense contact.

“Fuck, Angel,” he moaned as she took him deeper into her mouth, gagging slightly. She kept sucking and licking as she bobbed her head. Her tongue swirled his head, licking up the beads of pre dripping out.

She released his cock with a pop, a trail of spit still connecting them. She licked her lips and moved to kiss him as her hand wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping a few times while they kissed. She broke away and lined him up at her entrance, teasing his head against her folds.

His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the flesh and his crimson eyes watched her intently, allowing her to take control. She slowly sank onto his cock, reveling at the stretch to accommodate his size.

“Oh fuck, Katsuki,” she moaned, “God, so good.”

Once she had him sheathed fully within her, she started riding his cock, and he gripped her harder, fingers digging into her plush hips.

“Oh, fuck, oh my— fuck, y/n,” he breathed out. She felt so fucking good. He wasn’t sure he would last very long with the way she was moving and the vision of her in that lingerie still floating through his mind.

“Suck my tit,” she commanded as she rode his cock. Katsuki was quick to obey, sitting up and pulling a tit into his mouth. He kneaded her other breast with his free hand, thumb ghosting over the nipple before he pinched it hard enough to elicit a gasp.

The attention made her ride him harder, the headboard slamming into the wall with the movements. Katsuki shifted one hand to swirl his thumb around her clit, and she threw her head back in ecstasy, her mouth hanging open, unable to form sounds as she came. He rolled them over and fucked into her with erratic thrusts as he chased his own release.

He cried out her name as he came and then collapsed on top of her.

“Fuck

She giggled as she threaded her fingers through his wild mane. “We probably have time for another round before dinner’s ready.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Angel,” he growled as he kissed her.

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persefolli · 6 months

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Nanami clenched his jaw and kept his hand tangled in your hair as you bobbed up and down his length. This is the third time today he's convinced you to give him stress relief during work hours. He knew it was fucked up. Taking advantage of a girl who escaped the countryside for an opportunity to work in the city full-time. But you were just so malleable.

It started off small, like, little comments about your clothing: “Your skirt is too long.”

Then he started coercing you into staying late:“Have you considered working overtime?”

Once he spent enough time with you he began offering you rides to the hotel the internship provided you with. But he wouldn’t ask you for gas money, or a morning coffee.

“Pull up your skirt.”

You pawed nervously at your short office skirt. His eyes weren’t on you, but your short red-painted nails that resided on your fingers, which resided on your thighs. Your bottom lip was between your teeth, but you hesitantly began to pull up your skirt.

Stupidly, you didn't wear shorts under. And a garter would be far too scandalous.

Nanami tilted his head at your striped panties, ones that clearly weren’t meant to be seen. That didn't matter though. What he focused on was the slightly wet patch that stained the crotch part of your panties. He looked back up at you and nodded. “Pretty.”

You began to feel conscious and began wearing your more fancy panties. On Mondays you wore red, Tuesdays yellow, Wednesday pink, Thursday White, Friday Black. Nanami loved Wednesdays. He loved pink on women, which is why he called you into his office every Wednesday night.

Tonight was a Wednesday.

You closed your eyes and continued sucking Nanami off, fueled by his grunts and the pressure of his finger pads pressing into your skull. He began worming his hips in his chair, and you knew he was close. “Swallow.” He commanded. You did as told, and pulled away from him with glossy eyes. You didn’t know if he would go further tonight. Usually on Thursdays he spread you on his desk to pull aside your damp white panties and eat you out, then on Fridays he would fuck you.

But tonight he had different plans.

“Your internship is coming to an end, this is your last week right?”

Your face dropped. You still haven't gotten an offer to work for him full-time, and thinking of the time you two spent together coming to an end was sad. Nanami noticed the look on your face and traced your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Don’t pout sweetheart. You know I wouldn’t get rid of you that easily if it were up to me.” He said, bluffing.

“I worked so hard-”

“I know baby, I know you did.”

You took a deep breath and stood, smoothing out your blouse and skirt.

“I’m not finished with you.” Nanami said. He stood from his office chair, towering you. “Lay on the couch.”

You walked over to the couch and Nanami was right on your heels. He watched as you laid down, a single leg hanging off the edge of the couch. He grabbed at your ankles and you shifted, allowing him to run his hands up and grab the hem of your skirt.

He worked off your skirt and panties in one go, feeling a bit antsy tonight. He let out a breath once he saw your pink lace bra peeking from the holes in your blouse. The one he bought for you. Nanami caught on to your panty color pattern after taking you back to your hotel for two weeks straight. He knew you were doing it on purpose, so he began sending underwear sets to your hotel room for you to wear. They were comfy, so you could wear them all day at work. He wanted no time wasted when he called you to his office at night.

Once he got your skirt off he popped the buttons off your blouse and groped at your breast, causing you to moan. You watched him grow hard again, springing free from the limp state it was in after he climaxed for the first time that night.

“Turn around.” He said.

You got on your hands and knees, facing the skyline of Tokyo while he got a view of your ass.

This was Nanami’s favorite position because he had the most control. He also knew you liked the city, so looking over the skyline while being fucked was a win for you. He undid his pants and took them off completely this time, not wanting to be restrained by the limits of his trousers.

He pumped his length a few times before prodding at your entrance. You let out a whine of anticipation, and leaned your head down into the arm of the couch as he pushed into you. Nanami let out a low groan and kept his hands on your hips as he found his rhythm and fucked into you. He bit his lip at the tightness of your pussy, sucking him in and refusing to let him go. With one hand he took off his glasses, which began to fog up from his own heavy breathing.

“That's right.” He let go of your hips. “Just like I taught you…fuck me back.”

You braced yourself and began bouncing against him, controlling your movements and moaning like a hot mess. Nanami threw his head back and closed his eyes as you did all the work. He watched the jiggle of your ass with narrowed and strained eyes. He instinctively gripped the flesh of your ass. His.

Nanami knew he had so much control over you. He made you be extra picky about what you wore, which perfume you chose, what panties you wore, what you ate, what you drank, even how you laughed.

He was slowly consuming every aspect of your life, and you didn't mind that. You needed someone to guide you. Someone to look forward to seeing every day. If you had the attention of Nanami, a rich businessman, then you would do anything to keep it.

Nanami let out a loud strangled grunt, feeling his cock pulse and his release approaching. You slowed your pace, digging your hands into the arms of the couch and moving along his dick, teasingly slow. Nanami took a hold of your hips and kept your pace steady, letting out pathetic whimpers as he began to release into you. You didn't climax, but you knew Nanami would swing around for that later, leaving you wanting more. He knew you would come back later that night, because you couldn't go long without his touch.

“Check your mail tomorrow morning.”

He said before putting back on his pants and sitting back down at his desk.

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halfmoth-halfman · 1 year

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i. it's a new day, it's a new life

Pairing: Mob Boss!Price x F!Reader Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: alcohol mention, (very, very brief) blood mention Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters. prev | next

If you’re on time, you’re late.

That’s what your father drilled into your head—one of his many rules for life and how it should be lived. As a kid, you hadn’t cared much about the endless rules and regulations and life lessons he tried to impart on you, but as an adult, you’ve found an appreciation for his old words of wisdom. You try to live your life accordingly—be a woman he would’ve been proud of.

Though, you suppose trying to make him proud is what got you in this situation in the first place.

Regardless, his schedule is burned into your brain, leaving you wide awake and ready to go a full two hours before your first shift at The 141. Nerves and excitement combine into a cocktail of restlessness that has you pacing the length of your motel room. It’s a short walk both ways, your feet following the already well-worn path of the dingy, frayed carpet.

When pacing doesn’t settle you, you opt to lie down. Flopping back onto the partially stained sheets of your lumpy bed to stare up at the ceiling—its popcorn surface cracked and chipped from a shoddy attempt at repairing the water damage.

This isn’t where you expected to end up—stuck in some rundown motel with nothing but the clothes on your back.

You thought you’d get much farther than this.

But with hardly any cash and a car running on empty, rival territory seemed as good a place to stop as any. At the very least, it meant you wouldn’t be followed.

If there were any rules your father was lenient on, crossing into 141 territory wasn’t one of them; everyone in your family—and anyone who was familiar with them—knew better than to disobey him.

Had he a grave, you might’ve actually visited it to give your thanks.

A stray mattress spring digs into your lower back—sharp edge scratching through your thin, black shirt and the thick denim of your jacket—pulling you from your wandering thoughts.

Might as well get a head start.

You bounce yourself into an upright position, double-checking the laces of your boots before you stand. The lights flicker when you flip the switch, flashing too bright before shutting off as you step out into crisp autumn air. You look at the door behind you, slotting your keys between your fingers to form a makeshift claw in your fist as you cross the parking lot to your car.

Your car’s in as bad shape as the room—bought used, and paid for in cash—but it gets you where you need to go, so you don’t complain. You slide into the driver’s seat—shutting the door twice because it never closes all the way the first time—and check for your duffle bag in the backseat before putting your key in the ignition. It takes a minute to start, then another to stop rattling, but you have extra time and don’t mind the wait.

The drive to the club is uneventful—too early for morning traffic—and you have another hour before you’re meant to start, so you take your time on the drive.

You park in the back this time, tucking your duffle bag under the backseat, then double and triple-checking that the doors are locked before making your way to the front of the club.

No one else appears to be inside, but the door’s unlocked, and the lights are on. You can see a small, wheeled cart full of cleaning supplies sitting near the stage that you can only guess is for you. If your watch is correct, you have a little under half an hour before you have to start. You could start now—get a jump on what you're sure is to be a busy day—or…

Your father’s armchair tales ring in the back of your head.

What was it he had said?

They paint the walls red so you can’t see the blood stains and keep the bodies in a morgue hidden behind the walk-in freezer.

You doubt there are any secret morgues, but you are curious about the rest of the interior. And it would help to be familiar with the layout before you start cleaning, right?

It takes alarmingly little to convince yourself to have a little walkabout—you always were too curious for your own good—making your way to the bar first. The stairs leading to the second floor are on the left and roped off with a thick velvet cord, so you turn your attention to the right side.

The booths don’t interest you; though the heavy curtains cover them, you know what lies behind them. There's a short hall past them that leads to a large set of double doors with glass windows that reveal part of a massive kitchen. Even from here, you can tell the countertops are polished to perfection. It almost reminds you of—

Nope.

You turn away from the kitchen, ignoring the small knot of dread and nostalgia that begins to settle in the pit of your stomach. You turn to face the stage, leaning back against the bar top. There’s a hallway to the left of the stage that winds around behind it, but there are no lights to illuminate the way, and you know better than to wander down unlit hallways.

That just leaves—

Between the booths and the hallway behind the stage are a pair of solid black double doors. Similar to the one in front of the stairs, a gold stanchion sits in front of them, but there’s no velvet cord connecting them.

You’ve got twenty-six minutes to kill.

Why not?

A small skip down the stairs and a few hurried steps, and you’re at the door, glancing to your left and right before you set a hand on the cold metal of the door handle and turn.

With a sharp click, the door sways open.

Why don’t they ever lock their doors?

You creep inside, holding the handle down to shut the door silently behind you. You’re let into a small waiting room with more double doors—this set is solid glass, save for the handles, with one door slightly askew. You take that as an invitation, waltzing through the doors with care to not leave fingerprints on the glass.

You’d have to be the one to clean them, after all.

A strange sense of nostalgia hits you as soon as you enter the office. All dark wood and luxury, you’re hit by the scent of cigars—the expensive kind your father kept in his own office but never actually smoked—with undertones of a spiced cologne. You stand opposite the desk—a spacious cocobolo covered in papers, picture frames, and a closed laptop.

The wall to your right has been converted to several overflowing bookshelves surrounding a large fireplace. The wall to your left houses a large TV and a fully stocked whiskey cabinet that stretches up to the ceiling. Plush couches sit on either side of you—two near the fireplace and one facing the wall-mounted television—matching the chairs sitting in front of the desk.

Probably shouldn’t be in here.

You ignore the desk and the alcohol, heading straight for the wall of books. There are a few you recognize, but most are unfamiliar to you. Your fingertips graze the spines, admiring the soft feel of the leather covers as you search for titles you know.

It takes a few shelves, but you manage to find one you recognize. You pluck it from the shelf without a thought—in awe at the beautiful, custom cover—but the weight of it takes you by surprise. It’s not an overly thick book, you think, balancing it in one hand to open the cover, so why is it—

The carved-out pages are a surprise.

The gun even more so.

Definitely shouldn’t be in here.

“Find something you like?”

You snap the book shut with a swiftness, holding it behind your back as you slowly turn toward the doors. A man stands in the open space, staring you down with an arched brow on his otherwise blank face.

He hadn’t been there the day before; you’re sure you would’ve remembered him if he had.

Kyle and the others had seemed friendly—if somewhat caught off-guard—but this man is all authority. Calm, intimidating authority. Gentle waves ready to pull you into the violent undertow.

Dark brown hair just beginning to grey at the temples and…unique facial hair; he stares you down with piercing blue eyes and thick arms folded across his broad chest.

You know designer when you see it.

And though he appears dressed in simple black pants and a white button-up with rolled-up sleeves, you can tell the fabric, and its quality, cost more than most anyone could afford.

He’s handsome—in a stern, professor sort of way.

“Good read?” he asks, stormy cerulean gaze dipping down to where your hands are tucked behind your back.

Oh.

That deep rasp melts into your ears, dripping into your brain to pour a fiery path down your spine and settle into a burning pit low in your belly.

“I wasn’t— I—” you stutter, struggling for words and praying he can’t see the red blooming on your face.

Calm down.

The worst he can do is kill you.

You collect yourself, opening your mouth to respond properly, but he beats you to it, “Club’s not open right now, love.”

“I work here,” you say, plastering that award-winning smile on your face. His eyes snap to yours, thick brows knitting together.

“That so?” he asks, slow and disbelieving. “And what is it you do here?”

“Clean,” you answer. You move the book-slash-gun-case to one hand so you can check your watch. “In fact, my shift starts in…two minutes and thirty-six seconds. So, I should probably…y’know…go clean.”

You take easy, deliberate steps, moving in front of the desk so you can set the book on top of it. You try to be discreet, but something about those eyes tells you not much gets past this man. You take a step forward, but he doesn’t move, standing firmly in your path.

“The new cleaner,” he sighs, uncrossing his arms to run his thumb over an eyebrow. “It’s Robin, yeah?”

“Canary, actually.” The smile does little to hide the bite in your voice, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Canary,” he says your name slowly, letting it roll off his tongue as if to get a taste of your character. “The woman my son hired with no phone and asked to be paid in cash.”

His son? Kyle?

Well…at least your boss is nice to look at.

“Yep, that would be me—” you straighten up, extending your hand out to him, “—pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“Sir,” he laughs to himself—a quiet, amused huff just under his breath—and reaches out to wrap his large hand around yours. “Price. John Price.”

His handshake is firm—a little too firm in your opinion—but he’s so warm the heat from his skin sinks into your palm and spreads up your arm.

“Did Gaz go over the club rules with you when he hired you?” Mr. Price asks, holding your gaze as he shakes your hand.

“Gaz?”

“My son, Kyle.”

“Oh. No, not really.” The handshake continues through your short conversation, his hand slowly tightening around yours. You loosen your grip to pull away, but his fingers squeeze around yours.

“I won’t bore you with the details, then. But I’ll let you know the most important one.”

Shocks of pain shoot through your wrist as his hand tightens into a vice. He yanks you forward with surprising strength, and you stumble at the sudden jerk. You catch yourself before you collide with him, but you’re significantly closer—almost chest-to-chest with him.

He takes it in stride, leaning down to set his mouth near your ear. His beard scratches at your skin as the pressure from his hand begins to cut off circulation in your own.

He smells just how his office looks: all smoked wood and wealth and danger.

“You don’t come into my office. Ever. Understood?” His voice is a quiet growl in your ear—a gentle one-time forgiveness with a warning that is more promise than threat; you doubt he’s ever made a threat he wouldn’t follow through on.

A chill wracks your body.

You can’t tell if it’s from fear or inappropriate excitement.

He pulls back to look at you, ocean-hued eyes staring down into yours. You don’t trust yourself to speak, so you nod, and finally he lets go of your hand.

He brushes past you, scent lingering behind as you attempt to massage the feeling back into your palm.

“You can go home for the day. Start fresh tomorrow,” Mr. Price says casually, picking up the book you’d left on his desk and heading to return it to its place on the bookshelf. “Ghost will show you out.”

You whip around to stare at his back in confusion.

“Ghost?”

Is this place fucking haunted?

What are the ethics of employing the dead?

He looks back at you, nodding at something over your shoulder. You slowly follow his gaze, turning your head like a horror-movie protagonist.

Your nose nearly collides with an impressively solid chest. You crane your head up, searching for a face that must be attached to this solid wall of muscle and intimidation before you. How had a man that size gotten so close without a sound?

He’s dressed in solid black, this giant, every inch of skin covered from the neck down. A cloth mask rests over the bottom half of his face, white paint dried and chipping in the shape of the bottom half of a skull. His honey-brown eyes are shadowed by smudged black paint that reminds you all too much of your three-day-old eyeliner after a weekend bender. His sandy-blonde hair is cropped short, strands hanging messily over his forehead. Twin scars bisect his left eyebrow and eyelid, and pull taut as he glares down at you.

“Let’s go.” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, crushing grip wrapping around your forearm to pull you toward the door. He shoves you through it—not hard, but forceful enough for you to trip over your own feet—following directly behind you.

“See you tomorrow, Sparrow!” Mr. Price calls just as the door shuts.

Ghost follows you all the way to the parking lot, close enough for you to feel his body heat at your back at all times. He watches you get into your car, shut the door once then twice, and listens to the engine struggle to a start.

He doesn’t leave as you pull out of the lot, and you can see his shadowy form watching you in your rear-view mirror.

You get back to the motel in record time, but once you pull into a space, you can’t find it in yourself to get out. Instead, you fold your arms over the steering wheel, dropping your head on top.

“What am I doing?” you mumble, pressing your forehead into your arms.

That was the question, wasn’t it?

What are you doing?

You didn’t have to be here. You could’ve been back in the comfort of your home, lounging by one of the pools or getting ready for some fancy gala with those frilly little cakes and good wine.

But pools and galas meant skimpy bathing suits and revealing dresses; both options meant being leered at by those around you and being put down by—

Stop it.

You turn and rest your cheek on your arms, glancing behind you at the duffle bag lying on the floorboards.

It’s not ideal, where you’re at now, but it’s better than where you used to be. A small bump in the road is all this is. No one will follow you here, and you can deal with John Price and his intimidatingly handsome face for the few weeks it’ll take to get some cash under your belt so you can move on.

For now, you're safe, and that’s all you need.

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#captain price x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #captain price #john price #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #mw fics #moth writes

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Video Star

pairing: Dom!BF!Henry x ExCamgirl!GF!Reader

Summary: After watching one of Y/n's old camgirl streams, a sense of dominance overpowers her boyfriend Henry

Warnings: Kissing, oral (male receiving), spanking, mentions of other things too, dom!Henry

- Requests are open!

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“Sweetheart you know how I feel about your old videos” Henry cooed sarcastically, rubbing his palm over the reddened skin of his lover.

Y/n L/n. A former cam girl, sure she never showed her face, but the fact that her pretty little pussy was on display for everyone to see? That was not ok.

Even though she had stopped it way before she even met Henry, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of possessiveness over her precious little button, that was his only. Y/n had only done it to put herself through college, and once she got her degree she was off the internet for good. Of course she couldn’t do anything about her videos being shared on multiple sites, those were the consequences.

“H-hen please” Y/n moaned, her frame bent over Henry’s knee while his paws continuously spanked her ass raw.

*SLAP*

"10, thank you baby" She whimpered, her hips wiggling to relieve some of the stinging sensations, she was never one to admit but she actually enjoyed his punishments. But it was a weird coincidence that one of the things to pop up onto Henry's unused laptop was one of her more erotic streams.

Toys plunging in and out of her sopping wet cunt, her sultry voice moaning and dirty talking into the camera to the men who were donating hundreds upon hundreds.

“Alright that’s enough, get up” He said coldly, taking off his belt and throwing it to the side; Y/n dropping to her knees knowing what was coming. Over the past three years of dating Henry, their sex life was something they both took seriously, kinks were shared and tried.

Obviously they were in a monogamous relationship, loving and truly devoted to one another, kids and marriage even being in the talks at the moment. Y/n knew this was just another good hardcore fuck, Henry wasn’t actually mad at her, he understood her financial circumstances, he just hated the idea of his woman being left with no choice but to turn to the sex industry.

“Come on star, suck on your man’s cock” He prompted sitting on the edge of the bed, fisting his hardened cock as Y/n sat there with her tongue already laying out flat.

Tapping the head of his cock on her tongue, drool dripped from Y/n’s tongue, what a filthy scene. Y/n loved the taste of her man’s dick, one of her favourite things to taste, hell she’d use that shit as a lollipop if she could.

Sucking his red bulbous head, Henry threw back his head, his hand stroking her hair softly as a smile graced his gorgeous lips. Y/n slowly made her way down his lengthy cock, taking her time to kiss each and every vein, her hand fiddling with his heavy balls.

“Fuck baby you know me so well” He growled pulling her head off his cock by her hair, pulling her into a rough open mouthed kiss, spitting onto his own cock to lube it up for her. It’s the least he could do.

Taking the length down her throat as much as she could, tears were pricking at Y/n’s eyes as she maintained eye contact with Henry. One of his stricter rules Eye contact always

Henry took his thumb and wiped away her tears, darkly gazing as he licked them off his thumb to taste the saltiness.

Y/n felt herself start to wet the pink fabric he had just bought, her new lace underwear for her birthday. Henry’s hands reached down and tugged down her loose top so her breasts popped out over the top of them, her nipples pebbling against the colder atmosphere.

“Such a dirty girl, you’re my dirty girl aren’t you?”

“Mhmm” Y/n moaned, rapidly bobbing her head backwards and forwards, aiming to bring her man to a well needed orgasm. His dick was twitching in her mouth something she had learned to recognise, and then she felt his cum paint the walls of her cheeks and tongue.

“Tongue out baby”

Sticking her tongue out Y/n showed the strings of cum painted across her taste buds,

“Swallow baby” Swallowing it she showed her tongue to show it was all gone, making him smirk with pride.

“Well done baby, my superstar” He said softly, grabbing her by the forearms and helping her to stand up.

“Now how about some lotion for that ass of yours, hot chocolate and a movie while in bed yeah? I’ll even supply head scratches”

“Love you Henry bear, that’d be lovely”

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ae-neon · 5 months

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Azriel and Nesta plsssss🙏🏾🙏🏾 literally anything

GURL you don't even go here, wtf 😭 anyways here's that leather kinktober nezriel thing I was supposed to do

Illyrian leather was a second skin, soaked in water from the peaks of Ramiel and inlaid with spells so ancient their true meaning was lost, the material transmitted sensation with crystal clarity. The sensitivity allowed for Illyrian warriors to maintain a sense of awareness about air pressure when flying while also providing protection in battle.

It also, Azriel had found, had other uses.

The first had been his gloves, the idea born in the shame of his scarred hands though now they represented a certain comfort.

The second had been occupational, he'd needed to inflict pain without marking the skin of a nobleman of the Court of Nightmares.

The idea had naturally progressed to an exploration of the use of Illyrian leather in his private escapades, though he didn't want to think about what that might say about him.

The use of the leather in this way might be considered uncultured, blasphemous even, but Azriel had no love for Illyrian traditions and, it seemed, such a thing could be bought given the right price.

The tailor had pretended at airs when Azriel had approached him about making Nesta a full suit, unadorned by the usual protective gear and weapons compartments. But his pretentious protests had fallen silent when Azriel named his price.

Now, behind the thick velvet curtain of Azriel's room in the House of Inarus, he drew at the laced seams of Nesta's suit, the almost black leather laid against every curve and dip of her body.

Neither of them could be called talkative but Nesta was quieter than usual, blushing and avoiding eye contact.

It was almost comical given all they'd done together up until this point - inflicted pain and pleasure on one another in more ways than most people knew existed, touched every inch of the others body and seen each other in their most vulnerable forms - but part of what made all this so freeing to Nesta was a sense of modesty that had been ingrained so deeply into her it could not be permanently altered, only temporarily forgotten. A state of mind Azriel had driven her to again and again.

The leather, he knew from experience and from the way she shivered when his hand brushed down her back, amplified sensation to a new wearer - their mind caught off guard by the idea of clothing that felt like air.

He moved his fingers, deliberate and slow, around the curve of her waist and down the soft expanse of her stomach, feeling her muscles tense and loose as she took a shaky breath.

Nesta, they had both learnt, preferred to dominate but when she did allow herself to submit it was with an endearing and intoxicating amount of trust and vulnerability. She gave herself wholly to his guidance. Trusted him to take care of her even when she could no longer stand or speak or think.

Azriel's amber gaze flitted over her to the table of instruments, a part of him revelling in the building anticipation. A part of him mourned that he would not be able to mark her skin but another grew excited that he might be able to go harder than usual...

Tonight she would feel everything again for the first time and, while Azriel enjoyed being on the receiving end of her curious attention, he'd come to enjoy her unravelling just as much.

I guess it's limited by the length of a drabble but I finally get to put the leather idea in real words! Thanks for the ask bestie 💚

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thenerdysewist · 1 year

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Making My Morgana Cosplay

I watched Merlin for the first time in 2015/2016, and was immediately obsessed with Morgana's Season 4 Coat.

At the time, I hadn't really gotten into sewing yet. I knew how to sew, but I'd only made one project bigger than a pair of pajama pants. But then the pandemic hit, and I was stuck inside with too much time on my hands. I rewatched Merlin (and have multiple times since 2020), and realized that I likely had the skills to make that coat so it became my pandemic project.

Materials:

My first concern was the materials. The coat is full length, with full sleeves and a train. That would require a lot of specialty (expensive) material, and I was pretty broke considering I had been laid off. Plus, new fabric is also pretty bad for the environment. So my goal was to thrift any and all material I could. I got lucky.

I found a king size comforter set at the thrift store for $10, and that meant I got both the specialty material and the lining in one

I found a lace skirt at a different thrift store for the sleeves of the under-dress, and a green prom dress to modify.

After much digging and swearing I found left over fabric from another cosplay to use as the green fabric in the hood and sleeves

A friend was moving and cleaning out her closet, meaning I was able to thrift the belt buckle from a belt she was going to donate

The only material I purchased new was the trim I used for the belt.

Process:

The first step was picking apart the comforter set. I probably could have just cut it open in order to render it into two flat pieces of usable material, but I knew the yardage would be a tight fit, so I used a seam ripper to separate the three layers of fabric from the layer of batting. (I think while I introduced a friend to Merlin).

I used a combination of patterns from my stash to get the pieces I needed. I used the hood from Simplicity 1771A, and the sleeves and skirt from Simplicity 8013. Looking back I likely could have used the bodice as well, but I felt the angle of the neckline was wrong, so I drafted my own bodice pattern using a t-shirt and the angle from the neckline of McCalls M7502.

I decided to make a mock up first. I only had the fabric from the comforter to set to work with, and there wasn't a lot. I didn't want to risk cutting into it, and then realizing it didn't fit. So I used an old white sheet to make the first draft.

Initially I thought the coat was a coat-dress, but noticed the detail that when Morgana walked, you could see the lining flash at the front. So I cut the bodice on the fold, and turned the skirt backwards. The front was meant to go on the fold and the back was two pieces to accommodate for a zipper. However, knowing I needed a train, I added a train to the front panel and made that the back, and then made the two back panels the front panels. I sewed them part of the way down to give it a skirt look, but left the bottom open so that the lining would flash when I walked. It ended up looking like this.

As you can tell from my face, I didn't like how it was laying. It didn't have the same shape as her coat, at which point I realized the front should be separate to make it close like a coat would, rather than a dress would. So I seam ripped the front skirt panels apart and cut the bodice front up the middle. I tried it back on and it looked like this:

(You can also tell by image quality that my old phone gave up the ghost and I had to get a new one, which had a much better camera)

I liked this a lot better, but there were still more adjustments I needed to make. I didn't like the angle of the neckline, and I felt like the train was too long. So I made those adjustments to the pattern, and made a second mock up out of a sheet set that my mom had cannibalized for her own sewing project.

With all the adjustments, the second mock up ended up looking like this.

I was now happy with the angle of the neckline and the length of the train, and felt ready to move onto working with the actual materials I bought.

I cut out all the pieces twice; once from the specialty material and once from the black backing material from the comforter set I used for the lining. I also cut additional lining for the hood and sleeves out of the green fabric since Morgana's coat has that contrast lining. I started by stitching the specialty fabric together.

Once that was done, I stitched all the lining pieces together. Then I pinned the specialty fabric to the lining with the hood in between the two layers so that it when I turned everything inside out, the hood would be on the outside.

I ended up not liking how the hood looked.

It came from too far back on the neckline. and that meant I had to pick apart the shoulder and neck seams and redo it. I redid this step probably four times because the fabric was thick, heavy, and slippery. It refused to stay in place, and I was constantly catching parts of the fabric I shouldn't.

Next was the sleeves. Which literally made me cry from frustration. Sleeves are my kryptonite at the best of times, but I was also working with fabric that was heavy, slippery, and thick, in a narrow arm hole. After several screaming matches with my sewing machine, and a stress and frustration induced break down, my mom ended up inserting the sleeves for me. (Thank you, Mom!)

Then I finally got to see the fully assembled garment and I was thrilled! It really looked like it was shaping up to look like Morgana's coat.

I completed the hem on both the lining and specialty material and the bulk of the garment was complete! But I still needed her belt, and I wanted to make have an under-dress since you can see a flash of the skirt under the coat while Morgana walks. For that, I just adjusted a prom dress that I found at the thriftstore. I shortened it, moved the skirt to be right under the bust, and added straps. I didn't think to get photos of that process since it was mostly pinning and cutting.

I did however, have to make my own lace sleeves for the dress since you can see lace sleeves under Morgana's coat. For this I traced the sleeve of a shirt I already owned.

Then I made a mock up which was way too tight. I added a little extra width, and made another mock up which fit. So then I was able to cut the sleeves out of the lace I removed from the skirt, and I stitched it into the armhole created by adding straps to the modified dress.

As you can see it wasn't the neatest job, but I didn't care since it was going to be covered by the coat anyway. If I wanted to submit this for a contest or anything, I'd probably go through the trouble of making her under-dress too, but this works.

All that was left was her belt. For that, I had ordered a precut YaYa Hahn pleather trim and that gave me the width of my belt. It also gave me the length since there was just enough there to wrap around my waist with some overlap. I cut a strip from the green fabric I used for the sleeves and hood, and black fabric for the belt lining since I was out of the green fabric.

Stitched those together, and flipped it right side out. I left one end open so I could insert two loops to attach the belt buckle to the belt. Then I pinned the trim to the belt and ironed it on. It was iron on trim so I didn't have to sew it.

I inserted the loops through the belt buckle, then tucked the ends into the belt and stitched it closed.

Reveal:

Final Thoughts:

Overall, I am jazzed by how this turned out. I think it looks so much like Morgana. I might need to fix the hem since the first time I wore it, twigs started getting caught in the hem, but that is an issue for future me. My issues are actually more with my makeup. I tried to learn contouring for this. I literally haven't worn makeup since 2019 and I only did basics then. So if anyone wants to let me know tips and tricks, my ask box is open. I also still don't know how for photos.

This project took well over a year to complete. Part of it was the amount of mock ups I did, but part of it was the process of tracking down materials. It took weeks for me to find the right green fabric and I actually bought multiple other fabrics that I returned because they weren't right for it. That it was in my own stash was such a relief while simultaneously the most annoying thing ever. The second snag was finding the belt buckle. I had to get one in the right dimensions to fit the trim for the belt, and apparently belt buckles are impossible to find in a size bigger than an inch. It was complete luck that my friend found something in her closet while she was moving. (If you have buckle resources, please hit me up. I need buckles for another project I'm working on now, and can't find buckles small enough.)

This is the biggest project I've done so far, and I am so proud of myself for it.

#bbc merlin #merlin #morgana #merlin cosplay #cosplay #sewing #cosplaying #cosplayer #morgana pendragon #the adventures of merlin #merlin tv

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 1 - Lingerie

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: Fingering (F receiving), praise.

Word Count: 1527

Summary: Hongjoong has been stressed about work recently so you decide to surprise him to make him feel better, and what better way to that than to buy a nice new lingerie set to brighten his mood.

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You stood in front of your full length mirror tidying your hair and taking in how you look. You planned to surprise your boyfriend Hongjoong with a new lingerie set when he came home, he’d been working a lot more recently and you couldn’t help but notice each day he came home he seemed to become more and more tense as the days went on. You felt bad for him, you hated seeing him stressed and not himself, you wanted to do all you could to help him feel better but all your attempts seem to do the bare minimum. You sat in the living room as you thought over new ideas, you racked your brain going through what you knew he liked and what he didn’t but everything seemed to come to a dead end, it wasn’t until an ad came up on your phone when a light bulb went off in your head. You had the perfect idea. With no hesitation you grabbed your bag and keys and headed straight for the mall to get his surprise.

You made it home in plenty of time, Hongjoong wasn’t due home for another hours or so, so you took the opportunity to abuse the time you had to doll yourself up. So far everything was perfect your make up matched the colour of the red set you bought and your hair was simply styled but effective. You looked at the bag containing your new lingerie set giving out a long sigh, you really hoped he’d like his surprise. Grabbing it from the bag you threw it on making sure everything was in place and it sit right, you were on your way across the room to grab your silk robe when you stopped to take a quick look in the mirror. You had to admit you chose well, the way the one piece hugged every curve of your body in all the right places and accentuated your tits and ass. Now you were positive he’d love his little surprise.

You were too busy looking in the mirror admiring the set to hear Hongjoong walk through the front door. He looked around the living room and kitchen for you at first but simply shrugged and made his way to the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you stood in the mirror in only the new one piece. A smirk found it’s way to his face as he leaned against the door frame out of your sight from the mirror. It took everything in him to not go over there and just tear the garment off you there and then, he at least wanted to appreciate it before he did that. He watched as you ran your hands over your waist and down to your hips turning slightly as you did so to see it all from different angles. He couldn’t take it anymore he needed to do something.

“All dressed up for me?” Hongjoong asks as he approaches you from behind finally coming into view in the mirror scaring the life out of you. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.” You breathed heavily not turning to face him but just looking at him through the mirror. His eye never met yours, he was too busy taking in all the small details of the lace one piece. “Do you like it?” You asked nervously watching as he looked you over. “I love it.” He says lightly holding onto your hips as he runs his thumbs over the lace material before leaning to whisper in your ear, “And you got it in my favourite colour too.” His warm breath on your ear sent shivers down your spine and pooling heat to your core. “I wanted to surprise you when you got home.” You try to say between shaky breaths as you feel his feather light touches along your back and waist tracing the delicate details. “Well this is quite the surprise.” He purrs. “Turn around.” You did as he said straight away, the command flipping a switch in you.

You watch as his eyes devour every inch of you making sure to get a good look to keep it safe in his memory for another day. You felt a blush creep up your face, this wasn't your first time with Hongjoong, but the way he was looking at you, you felt so exposed as you waited for his next move. "Such a pretty little thing, all nicely wrapped ready for me to tear open." He smirks pulling you flush against him. Your knees go weak at his words, the piece may have cost you a pretty penny but right now you didn't care, the thought of him tearing at the delicate fabric just to get to you made your mind fog over.

He wasted no time pulling you in for a heated kiss, you could tell just from the way he kissed you that he needed you just as bad as you needed him in this moment.

Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers glide over your core feeling the wetness that's already soaked through. "Aww, look at that, this pretty lingerie is already ruined, I guess I won't feel so bad ruining it even more." He says against your lips as he moves the material to the side slightly to coat his fingers in your slick. A long sigh is swallowed by the kiss as you revel in his soft touches, your hips move unconsciously trying to get him to touch you where you desperately need it. "So needy." He chuckles lightly moving his kisses from your mouth as he lightly bites at your neck earning a small yelp from you. As his lips work your neck, biting and marking as he goes, his fingers trail their way painfully slowly to your clit finally pressing light circles. A moan escapes you louder than you intended, covering your mouth to muffle them you blush even harder feeling a little embarrassed over how fast he's got you unravelling already. "Don't cover your mouth, let me hear your pretty sounds." Hongjoong growls as he pulls your hand away with his free one. He picks up his pace, circling your clit mercilessly as you struggle to keep yourself up, your legs turning to jelly as his touch takes over every sense and nerve in your body. You're a wining, moaning mess ad you cling to his shoulder to keep you up while his free arm supports you around your waist. "You're already weak at the knees and I've only just started." His taunts go straight to your core making you clench around nothing, you needed him so bad but the waves of pleasure he was giving you just from his fingers alone made it difficult for you to string together a sentence.

"Joong....please." You cry out against his shoulder in a desperate attempt to get him to fuck you already. "What was that?" He whispers into your ear as he dips two fingers into you making you gasp before letting put a long moan as he curls his fingers inside you. "I didn't quite catch that." All trail of thought left you as his fingers thrust deep inside you hitting and stroking you in all the right places. You try to repeat your previous thought but only nonsensical babbles left you as his hand moved at a rapid place, fucking into you relentlessly as his thumb gave attention to your clit once again.

You feel the knot build and build with each glide against your sweet spot and with each circle of your clit. You were approaching your high faster than you had anticipated and the feeling if your wetness running along the inside of your leg along with the wet kisses being trailed along your neck and throat were only pushing you closer and closer. "Joong....close." Was all you were able to get out before he reduced you back to a moaning mess once again. His groans in you ear as he feels your walls clench around him felt like fire shooting through your veins. "Go on baby, make a mess of this pretty outfit." He whispers as he applies more pressure to your clit making you see stars. It didn't take much longer before you were pushed over the edge, his name spilling from your lips like a chant as your high washes through you. Your legs losing all strength as you almost collapse from the overwhelming pleasure, Hongjoong now being the literally the only thing keeping you up. You whine as removes his fingers from you to get a better grip on your waist to keep you up, missing the feeling of him inside you. He took a short moment to look you up and down, proud to see the state he's made you and even prouder to see how he's made you completely ruin your new lingerie. "Aww, such a pretty outfit ruined already." He sighs, but his faux sadness is betrayed by the mischievous look in his eye. "Well since it's already ruined, I might as well tear this thing off you."

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prurjent · 2 years

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Namami Kento {insecurities} part 1

🤭 I like this one. (Sorry if it’s long)

Contains ~ insecurities.. praising, slow sex, body appreciation.

Backstory…. ~ You are Nanami’s girlfriend of 6 years. You are finally pursuing your dream job. A Model.

But during one interview, you realized it was for a lingerie shoot. The photographer told you that your hip dips and curves weren’t cut out for the role, which he said in front of everyone (the other girls) who started to laugh a bit. You were sent home, with this dreaded thought that you weren’t good enough…. For anybody.

🍩 ⋆ 🍩 🎀 𝑒𝓃𝒿♡𝓎 🎀 🍩 ⋆ 🍩

You sat on the bed with magazine in hand, it was full of lingerie and bikini shoots. You stared at their bodies for so long that you lost track of time. Without realizing it, you stood in front of your full length mirror in just a pair of laced lingerie Nanami bought you.

You stared in the mirror. The longer you stared the more you started to hate your features, unknown to you of the tears starting to fall from your eyes as you looked back and forth from the magazine. You took your phone and went to Instagram looking at models with perfect bodies. You tilted you head to the side before turning your body also. Your eyes landed on the way the lingerie hugged your ass. It disgusted you.

The front door opened by you didn’t hear it. Your hands traced your hip dips seeing as none of the models had them. Then your hands landed on your stomach, it was slightly pudgy. You’re face screwed up in disgust as you pinched the fat. Your hands moved and cupped the bottom of your ass lifting it so it sit up high like the other models but it was just to big to unlike their small bubble butts.

“Disgusting..” you muttered as you began to walk away from the mirror.

“What were you doing.” Nanami spoke up after being quiet. He was leaning against the door way with his tie loose around his neck and his shirt half buttoned. You stood there in shook that he was there the whole time.

“Oh. Ken, when did you get home.. and Wha-” before you can lie he cut you off.

“Don’t lie.” He spoke his face showing no room for jokes or lies. He watched you wipe your eyes. “What did you just say to yourself.”

“It was nothing I promise.” You smiled, walking to the closet.

“I thought you had a photo shoot.” He spoke up. But you didn’t respond because you knew you would cry. “Y/n. Come here”

You sighed as you were looking for a pair of sweatpants. “Nanami I’m tired.. I just want to-”

“Now.” He spoke sternly as he walked in front of the mirror. You took a deep breath and followed his orders, walking in front of him, he turned you around to face the mirror. “You are doing it again.”

“No I’m not. I told you I was over it.” You looked at the ground.

“Tell me what you see.” He spoke. But you didn’t respond again, you knew how this conversation would turn out. He hated how you would beat yourself up about how you looked. You did it in high school also.

“You know what I see?” He spoke up, his slightly rough and cold hands landed on your waist. “I see a beautiful woman.” He kissed your neck. “I love everything about you. I love your smile, your face, your heart.” He said as he turned you to the side.

“I love your belly that will one day hold my child.” He leaned down and kissed your stomach, your eyes never leaving his as you looked through the mirror. “I love your hip dips.” He placed a kiss on your hips. “And lastly I love your ass, I mean. Your thighs are definitely my favorite though.” He squeezed your ass.

“Now. Say it with me.” He stood up and lifted your chin. “I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, and I won’t think otherwise.” He said.

“I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, and I won’t think otherwise” you said like a robot but it wasn’t believable to Nanami.

“You know what. I got an idea.” He spoke looking you in your eyes, he leaned in kissing you. He squatted a bit resting his hands on the back of your thighs picking you up.

Link to part 2

#insecure #anime smut #jjk smut #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #namami kento #nanami smut #nanami x y/n

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r1ddlessy · 2 years

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tit for tat with jay

warnings:facefucking, cum swallowing (?), sugar baby dynamics, dom jay

"can i get that one please?"

"don't you already have it?"

"not in silver."

"alright. i'll buy it." Jay rolled his eyes teasingly at your materialism he could never comprehend, as you squealed happily and kissed his cheek.

"you're the best!" Jay blushed slightly as he shook his head.

"i'm just being fair. anything else you want, magpie?" he teased and you shook your head giggling.

"i'm happy with that and the lingerie," you gestured to the very full bags and Jay pulled you into his side and kissed your head as he went to pay.

he opened the car door for you and you smiled radiantly at him, happy to play the part of a normal couple whilst the two of you knew the truth behind your little arrangement. his focused side profile as he drove you to his apartment in his pristine suit made your thighs clench with anticipation. as he pulled in his hand firmly grasped your wrist as you moved to let yourself out of the car. he silently opened the door for you and held your hand while you stepped out.

"thank you..." you whispered, cheeks burning at the embarrassment of being treated so extravagantly like a princess. Jay walked you into the apartment you knew well by now and gestured to the sofa in the living room.

"make yourself comfortable. do you want anything to drink?"

"no, thank you." Jay nodded and went into the kitchen to get himself a drink while you made quick work of shedding the clothes you were wearing until you were left standing in only the set of underwear Jay had bought you on a previous shopping trip. you stood in the center of the room, awaiting his arrival which came a few moments later.

with a glass of whiskey in his hand, he chose to drink up the sight of you instead. his hungry eyes roved down the plentiful exposed skin and the lace that hid the rest of your body from his view. your face burned at the intensity of his gaze, still not used to it after all this time.

"you're beautiful." he said softly after a while and you shifted at the praise.

"thank you, Jay." you murmured happily. he smiled softly at how you still reacted the same way every time he praised you honestly. maybe things would simply never change. he contemplated as he sat down on the sofa, still admiring you intently. standing semi-naked and spotlighted by his intense gaze made a shiver run down your spine, and the anticipation was eating at you. "how do you want me?" you finally asked. Jay considered the question thoughtfully for a moment before replying.

"i wanna fuck that pretty mouth, sweetheart." you nodded and happily lowered yourself on to your knees on the hardwood floor before Jay shook his head and passed you a pillow to kneel on. " i wouldn't want you to get hurt, magpie." you looked up at him with adoration in your eyes and it made him avoid your gaze, feeling undeserving of such worshipping.

"can i take your cock out, please?" experience had given you and jay a guide to each other's pleasure. you for one, knew Jay liked being in control and that asking for permission drove him wild. he nodded, eyes already hooded with desire. you got to work, unbuttoning and pulling down his trousers before reaching into his boxers to pull out his hard cock. it felt heavy in your hand as the red tip leaked with precum, dripping on to your skin. Jay groaned lowly.

"you know i hate being teased, sweetheart." his tone had a warning edge to it and you caught the hint. Jay moaned in ecstasy as your velvety mouth wrapped around him. your mouth moved down his length until your nose was pressed against his lower tummy and tears leaked from your eyes. Jay kept a firm hand on the back of your head, not pushing you down but keeping you steady. he was ready to pull you off at any moment if he felt you needed a breather, or if you signalled you wanted to stop by squeezing his thigh.

"you're so fucking good at this." he grunted as you pulled off to lick a stripe up the underside of his cock. his spare hand reached out and grabbed hold of your jaw, opening it wider for you to accommodate his size. as you took him in your mouth once more, his cock twitched heavily on your tongue indicating he was close. he took control of your movements, something he reserved for when he was close to cumming already, and pulled you up and down his length. you allowed your throat to be used, confident that Jay would be careful not to hurt you.

"where do you want me to finish, sweetheart?" he asked lowly, grunting slightly as sweat stuck his hair to his forehead. you pointed to your mouth and jay shook his head in disbelief. "such a dirty girl." you shrugged happily in response and Jay flashed you a smile before his last thrust into your throat made his hot seed fill your mouth. Jay threw his head back in ecstasy as you dutifully swallowed around him and admired the view from below. once he'd managed to recover he looked at you once more.

"show me your tongue, sweetheart." your clean tongue satisfied Jay greatly.

"that's my good little magpie."

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Masquerade || billionaire!Bucky

Billionaire!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Sneaking into the infamous James 'my friends call me Bucky' Barnes' elaborate party seemed like such a simple task until you met the charming man himself. Everything about him pulled you further into his orbit and who were you to fight gravity. Warnings: 18+ only, implied smut, nudity WC: 2331

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The decadent soirée was in full swing when you arrived, masked acrobats swinging high above the hall that was full of almost black roses. The elite list of invitees were already mingling over expensive flutes of champagne and their polished taste indulged in the White Gold caviar pristine hostesses offered as hor d'oeuvres. You declined the creamy white eggs but accepted the alcohol as you felt like an imposter in their midst.

“Do you have eyes on him?” Your handler asked through your ear piece.

“There’s three who match the description but the masks make it difficult to be sure.” You whispered discreetly as you pretended to admire the roses.

“I’m sure you will come up with a solution.”

“Black velvet.”

You turned at the sound of the man who had stepped in beside you and found one of the three possible suspects you had pegged as the owner of the mansion you were in. His deep blue suit set his eyes alight and the silver mask he wore was inlaid with diamonds you were almost certain were real. Even though you knew everyone who was invited was rich, he screamed luxury: from the tailored suit to the air of arrogance that clung to him as strongly as his sharp cologne.

He caught the quizzical look even through your black laced mask and chuckled to himself. “The roses.”

“Oh, they are beautiful.” You said as you followed his movement, his gloved fingers reaching out and plucking a stem from the bouquet.

“Because they are forced to be.” He said as he offered the single rose to you. “They have been modified to reach perfection. Something you seemed to have achieved naturally. I’m James, but my friends call me Bucky.”

“I’m y/n.” You said as you inhaled the sweet scent of the bloom and fingered the sharp thorns that lined the stem. “Does that line usually work for you?”

“9 times out of 10.” He quipped back with a charming smile. “I knew you stood out from the others. Should I just give up now?”

“I didn’t take you for the type to give up so easily.” You shrugged and slotted the flower back into the bouquet. “Or take advice from a woman.”

“Is that what you think of me?” He asked, his dark eyebrow peeking over the top of his mask. “I love it when a woman tells me what to do…in the right situation.”

His ocean eyes were turning to obsidian as he took in the curve of your breasts swelling over the designer dress you had been given for the party and down its length to the daring slit that revealed your leg. You could feel his eyes undressing you and he smirked when he caught you pressing your legs together needing to apply some sort of friction between.

“This used to be a royal embassy before my family bought it.” He said, looking around the room lined with paintings that were probably worth millions each. “Would you like a tour?”

You were nodding before your handler confirmed what you had already realised, he was your target. The target, James, cocked his elbow and you slipped your arm through his before he began to lead the way out of the grand hall and up a pair of intimidating staircases. Your heels tapped loudly on the stone steps and you realised just how quiet it was away from the party, there wasn’t a single person on this side of the palace.

You came to a stop in front of a pair of dark portraits and your head tilted to the side with familiarity. “These are Rembrandt.”

“You have an eye for detail.” He smirked as watched you inspect the paintings.

“They are extremely well made copies.” You whispered as you stepped closer and eyed the detail of the brush strokes and the lighting cast across it.

“Who said they were copies?”

“I saw these quite recently at the Louvre and I haven’t heard of their sale, that would certainly make the news.”

His smirk widened as he began to walk further down the hall with you in tow. “The Louvre would never admit they were displaying counterfeit artworks, imagine the embarrassment.”

You were beginning to feel like a lamb to the slaughter as you walked past a Monet and Klimt next, hundreds of millions of dollars in artwork in a ten metre span. It was no wonder the Barnes family had been running the criminal world for so long, they had infinite resources. And you were hoping to topple it all with a pretty dress and a pair of tits, what were you thinking.

“This wing was the original palace built for the House of Savoy in 1875.” James said as he opened a gilded door and let you through first.

“Keep him talking.”

“What is it now?”

He shut the door with a smirk that sent a lightning bolt straight to your core and instead of taking your elbow he placed his hand on the bare skin of your lower back. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.”

You were hyper aware of the smooth leather glove that was pressed to your skin and you were grateful for the daring dress once again as he led the way to another double door that was carved and covered with gold. You had never seen a more opulent room as you took in the space that was larger than your entire apartment. The double height ceiling housed a glass dome that let you see the brilliance of the stars above and you couldn’t help but stop to stare at the sight that looked unreal.

“Are these the same stars as outside or can you afford bigger, better ones of those too?”

His laugh rolled over your skin and his blue eyes almost glowed between his mask. “I like that. I’ll have to ask Elon, see if he can get me some bigger stars. Drink?”

He slipped the empty flute from your fingers before you could answer and made his way to the bar that was set up in one corner with a dark red leather sofa beside it, facing a warm, glowing fire.

“Do you have any tequila?” You asked as he grabbed a bottle of champagne from the wine fridge.

“I have AsomBroso Reserva Del Porto or Clase Azul Extra Añejo.” He said as he held up two bottles that you clearly didn’t recognise. “AsomBroso it is.”

“Mhmm, sounds good.” You nodded, still kind of thrown by how well he rolled his r’s when he spoke. "You speak Spanish?”

“Sì, ¿verdad?” You shook your head at his question and he grinned as he poured two shots of the amber liquid. “My father made sure I was fluent in a handful of languages to cover most of the countries we have business in.”

The way he said it contradicted the smile he had and you were sure it was not something he had a choice in. “Just how much is a handful? Out of curiosity.”

He handed you one of the shot glasses as he answered. “Almost 30.”

You nearly dropped the glass as your jaw did and a small splash of the golden liquid slipped over the rim and along your finger. You swapped the glass to the other hand and raised your finger to your lips to catch the wayward droplets on your tongue. Your eyes connected over your finger and the whole energy in the room changed as he licked his lips at the sight and you raised your glass to his before tipping it back. It was unlike any tequila you had drunk before, smooth with a rich warmth that reached your belly immediately, definitely not your more affordable Jose Cuervo you normally drank.

“Wow, that’s seriously amazing.” You gasped when the slight burn in your throat eased and you looked disappointed at the empty glass.

“You should have tried the caviar.” He teased as he took the glass and you followed him to the bar this time, leaning against the countertop as he refilled the glasses.

“You were watching me.” You smiled to yourself, impressed you had gained the billionaire’s attention that fast.

“I keep my eye on everyone who comes into my home uninvited.” You choked on the shot you were about to take and began to step away from him but he caught your hand and pulled you flush against his body. “Uh-uh-uh, where do you think you are going, beautiful? The party's just beginning.”

Your mind was racing as fast as your heart and you tried to think of ways to get out of his grasp. “I’m a cop.”

“What the hell, y/n! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Nice try, doll, you think I’m going to believe you're a cop? You’re wearing a Givenchy dress and Louboutins, which are admittedly from last season but still more than a cop could afford.” He laughed and stroked his knuckle gently over your cheekbone. “Plus, you have too much sex appeal.”

“Thanks, I guess.” You said with an eye roll. “Fine, I was curious as to how the other half lived and my friends bet me I couldn’t get within 100 feet of the party.”

“Better.”

“And what did you bet them?” He asked as he relaxed his hand so his fingers were almost laced with yours.

You looked down at your hands and made the move yourself, curling your fingers between his before looking up into his baby blues through your mascara thickened lashes. “I bet I could fuck the host.”

His lips tipped up at the corners but he caught himself before he could really smile at the thought. “Why should I believe you? You could actually be a cop for all I know.”

“Rich men like yourself must have contacts at every police station along the Eastern Seaboard, I’m sure you could check-”

“Careful now, y/n.”

“-or…I could prove it right now.”

His eyes were darkening by the second as your hand trailed up his hard arm, knowing beneath the glove and the layers of clothes was a very advanced piece of technology. His eyes were screaming at you to prove yourself and when his lips parted in anticipation you couldn’t hold back. You rose to your tiptoes to reach his ruby lips that were calling you, even with the heels he was too tall, and you laced your fingers in the long strands of his hair. His lips were softer than you imagined they would be and they moulded to yours as he deepened the kiss, tongue lashing across yours as you fought for dominance but gave in as his hands roamed your body.

“Tell me we don’t have to trek across this mansion and climb an Everest of stairs to find your bedroom.” You begged as you unwillingly broke apart for air.

“Not quite.” He chuckled as he tightened his fingers around yours and headed to the doors set off from the library corner.

You crashed to his mattress in a sweating, heated mess and tried to remember how your legs were meant to work but the back to back orgasms he had pushed you through had rendered the limbs useless. With a satisfied sigh, James fell to his pillow beside you and brushed a hand through his messy hair that stuck up at different angles. He had been right, he certainly took orders from women and every direction you gave he did without question. You could only say he was the best sexual partner you had ever had.

“Holy shit.” You giggled as you snuggled into his arm that he opened for you. “That vibrate function was fucking insane.”

“I guess there’s some perks to losing an arm.” He chuckled as he looked at the black and 24k gold plates that had replaced his left arm. “Hell of a silver lining.”

You swore you had been bewitched everytime he smiled at you the way he did, it stole your breath in an instant. It had only gotten worse as your masks had been tossed aside so you could kiss the sharp shape of his jawline, seeing it all come together was a masterpiece.

“Oh shit, where��s my phone?” You asked aloud as you tried to find where you had dropped it with your clothes but you couldn’t see it anywhere.

“It’s safe on the dresser over there.” He said as he nodded to the set of drawers. “You are quite careless when you have a mission, or should I say bet to win.”

You pulled yourself from his arms and padded across the plush carpet to retrieve your phone and opened your camera. “Smile, I have to prove I won.”

He dragged the sheet over his hips to protect his modesty and he laughed when he caught your pout behind the phone, which was capturing the perfect image of him. “I better not see that shit on TMZ.”

“Oh no, I don’t want to share this with anyone, I might even take a loss on the bet so those horny bitches don’t get to see it.” You said seriously as you climbed back into bed and dropped your phone next to his. “Should I apologise for making you miss your own party?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who made you miss the party.” He quipped back as his eyes greedily drank in the sight of you naked against his sheets. “How about next weekend?”

“The clone of his phone has been successful.”

He pulled you closer and kissed the sweet spot he had found at the base of your neck and begged you with his deep voice. “Come and miss another party with me.”

“Congratulations, y/n, mission complete, payment transferred.”

You grinned as you pulled back to capture his sincere eyes and despite knowing it was a bad idea mixing business with pleasure, you were addicted to him already. “That sounds perfect.”

Click here for part two.

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anyoneseenadam · 3 years

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we all know azriel is one kinky mf 😂 what about the reader introducing him the mortal basic sex toys and him ‘experimenting’ the whole bdsm thing on the reader because he thought only bondage was the only thing that existed

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: this is filthy, pet play, dom az, sub reader, slight breath play, overstiulation, orgasm denial (lemme know if i missed anything)

a/n: ummmmm i may have over done this but im horny and lonely so leave me alone lol, lemme know what u think <33

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Azriel knew you were into a lot of stuff. Fuck he was too. But your world was completely different to his so when you approached him with a box and the cute smile you always wore when you wanted something, he knew you were taking it a step up.

It wasn’t as if your sex life was vanilla. Azriel revelled in looking after your every need and you fell so easily into a submissive nature that it worked perfectly. But the two of you had rarely ventured past light bondage and the spoken aspect that came with your power dynamic.

He sat facing you now, watching as you bounced cutely in excitement with the box secure in your lap. He had never seen the box before, but you had recently returned from a trip home to the world you were born in, so he presumed that was why.

“Are you going to open that bunny?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips when you scrunched up your face.

“I need to explain it first,” you said, and he tilted his head, wondering what it could possibly be. “It’s just- while I love our sex and all, like top-notch, ten out of ten I have no complaints.”

Azriel laughed as you spoke, “Out with-it bunny,”

“Well actually, it’s about that.” He raised his eyebrows in question, and you moved to explain, “Bunny.”

“What? Do you not like the name?” he asked, growing more confused by the second.

“No I love it!” you were failing at articulating your thoughts, so you slumped your shoulders before pushing the box to him.

“Can I open this?” he asked, wanting to be sure he wasn’t crossing your boundaries smiling when you nodded. Inside revealed dozens of foreign objects, small rubber tools, handcuffs, rope, but what caught his attention was the fluffy rabbit tale attached to what appeared to be a plug and the matching ears. He looked up at you with a smile as he picked it up.

“Bunny huh?” he asked, and you felt your face heating up, nodding shyly.

“Yeah I was wanting to try it out,” your voice was quiet, and he reached for you, pulling you tightly into his lap.

“What does everything else do?” he asked, and you smiled, picking up a small tool and pressing it against his palm, flipping a switch on the other side as he felt vibrations run through his palm. You then talked him through other things, your voice getting smaller and shyer with certain objects in the box, namely the leash.

“I also got this,” you said at the end, reaching to grab a bad he recognised, the fancy lingerie store that was located near the old house. He reached in, eyes widening when he pulled out an intimate lace two piece with matching stockings and a garter belt. And upon further inspection he found the thin panties were crotchless, looking up at you with dark eyes.

“Tonight, you are going to get dressed up nice and pretty for me, tail and ears included, and then we’ll really see how some of this works. Okay bunny?” you gulped as his voice lowered in pitch.

“Yes daddy.”

You were sat on your knees. The floor was cold and hard, pressing against you roughly but you didn’t dare move. You had nothing on but the white lingerie you had purchased and, the headband holding fluffy rabbit ears. You shifted slightly, the plug that was wedged deep inside of you, shifting as you whimpered. You didn’t know how you hadn’t dripped on the floor yet, your pussy soaking and pulsating with need.

Azriel was standing in front of you, his eyes impassive as they raked over your features. He bent down slightly, tilting your head via the collar he had secured around your neck and kissing you deeply.

“Such a cute little bunny,” he whispered against your mouth as he pulled away, smiling when you chased his lips. “So desperate for me, aren’t you bunny?”

You nodded desperately and he slapped your cheek lightly, “Words.”

“Yes daddy,” you whispered, voice shy as he smiled down at you. He was so tall you felt even smaller than usual as he towered over you, standing back to his full height. His wings and shadows made it all the more intimidating, crowding you in until all you could see was him.

He had already discarded his shirt and you watched in awe as he undid his trousers, pulling his impressive length out and running the leaking tip over your bottom lip. He smiled as your tongue darted out, licking away the precum that was left on your lips as he gripped your hair.

“Keep those hands behind your back,” he ordered, and you moved them, pushing your breasts forward as a result. “Open wide, bunny.”

He pushed into your mouth gently to start. He was big and he knew it, and he didn’t want to hurt his bunny to early. Although his composure was slipping as you sat at his feet, all pouty lips and doe eyes. Looking like the epitome of innocence.

He pushed in further, tip hitting the back of your throat as you willed yourself to relax around him, sucking lightly as he started to thrust slowly into your mouth. He started to lose himself in the thrusts, and moved faster, going deeper into your mouth as you gagged around him, tears falling and smudging your makeup.

He looked down and looked at you, his cock in the back of your throat with tears streaming down your face as you gazed up at him with eyes full of adoration. He felt himself get impossibly harder and thrust particularly hard into your mouth, your hands moving to balance yourself on his thighs automatically.

He growled and your eyes widened as he roughly pulled himself from your mouth, “What did I say bunny?”

You stayed quiet, eyes wide as he grabbed your collar again, tugging harshly as he pulled your face up to his.

“Bunny…” his voice was low, and you spoke quickly, afraid of your punishment.

“To keep my hands behind my back daddy,” he gripped your chin in one hand,

“And what did you do?”

“I moved them, I’m sorry daddy,” you whined as he pulled away, not daring to move when he walked away, rustling in something behind you. You flinched when you felt his hand on your wrists, securing them behind your back with the baby pink handcuffs you had bought.

He moved to stand in front of you again, moving his cock back to your lips and pushing into your mouth, even deeper this time. He smiled ferally when you gagged, “Awe can the little bunny not take it? Is it too much bunny?” he mocked, and you moaned around him as he started thrusting again.

His thrusts got sloppy quickly, too turned on by the sight of you underneath him. “You’re so pretty bunny,” he moaned, stroking one of your cheeks as his other hand held the back of your head. He sped up again when you moaned before pulling you flush against his base, one hand moving to rest around your throat where he could feel himself as he spilled inside of you.

You moaned as he came, some of it spilling into your mouth and coating your tongue with the salty taste as he pulled back, tucking himself back into his trousers as you caught your breath.

“Good bunny, you did so well,” he praised, and you smiled up at him as he brought you to stand, your knees aching. He went to sit on the bed, pulling you to sit onto his lap as you rested your head on his shoulder, his hands moving slowly as they stroked your back.

“Fuck bunny you’re so wet, can feel you through my trousers.” He swore and you whimpered as he shifted you, so you were straddling on thigh, leaning back on his hands as you tried to remain balanced with your hands behind your back.

“Go on baby, fuck yourself on my thigh,” he commanded, and you felt your face heat up. “Well get on with it, you don’t need me to do everything for you, do you? Such a dumb bunny.” He smacked your thigh lightly and you started grinding down, letting out a whiny moan as he degraded you, your pussy dripping onto his thigh as you ran your cunt over him.

The friction his trousers creates on your clit was fogging up your mind and you struggled to stay upright as you moved, balance thrown off with nothing to hold onto. You started moving quicker, desperate for release. Azriel was watching you intently, a lazy smirk on his face as he watched you struggle to move on his thigh.

You found a rhythm and started grinding down harder onto him, moaning with your head back. As you neared your release, Azriel gripped your hips and helped pulling you down harder against him, your wetness making it easier to guid you along his leg. You were almost there when suddenly he lifted you completely off his leg, causing you to shriek as you fell forward in his grasp.

“Not yet bunny,” he cooed as you looked up at him with wide eyes,

“But, but daddy I was almost there,” you whined, and he glared at you.

“Are you talking back?” he demanded, and you shook your head fervently, “Good bunny. Daddy always knows what’s best doesn’t he?”

You nodded quickly and he smiled, dropping you onto the bed and turning you onto your back, pulling your hips up and pushing your head down.

“Oh you’re such a cute bunny,” he muttered, twisting the plug secured in your ass, laughing when you moaned loudly, not used to the sensation. He tapped the end of it a few times as he got his hard cock back out, dragging the head through your folds.

You shivered at the sensation, still shaking from the orgasm that was ripped away from you. He pushed the head of his cock into your entrance slightly, one hand still stroking the white tail between your ass cheeks.

“Daddy please!” you whined, trying to push back as he moved his hand to grip the cuffs you were in.

“Such a desperate bunny,” he mocked as he watched you struggle to push him into your entrance, hips moving on their own accord. He decided to put you out of your misery, gripping your cuffs tightly as he pushed in, pulling you back to him.

You moaned loudly, never prepared for the intrusion of his monster cock. It always felt like he would never bottom out but soon enough he was pressed into the base, leaning over you to press dizzying kisses into you neck as he allowed you a few seconds to adjust to him. He reached a hand underneath you, pressing into your stomach where he could feel a slight bulge, groaning into your ear.

“Fuck bunny, you’re so small I can feel myself all the way in your cute tummy,” he cooed as you whined, tears falling already, even though he was yet to move. He pulled his hips back completely, leaving you feeling empty for half a second before he roughly shoved himself back in, groaning at the sound your achingly wet pussy created.

He sat back up, holding your hips as he began thrusting roughly in and out of you. You simply laid there, allowing him to use your body as he liked as you moaned into your sheets. He was so deep inside you, you could feel him hitting your cervix, the pleasure far outweighing any pain.

He was groaning above you, eyes focused on where your bodies met, and the cute tail protruding above it. Unable to stop himself he reached for it, tugging it gently as your whole body shook, moaning loudly.

“Are you going to cum bunny? Huh? You’ve been so needy all evening, just needed my cock so badly.” You couldn’t even reply, too cock drunk to form a coherent sentence. He slapped you ass, enamoured as it rippled under his palm.

“C’mon slut, speak up.” He spanked you again and you screamed out, seconds from your orgasm.

“I need to cum so badly daddy, please! Please let me cum,” you begged as he laughed behind you, delivering another particularly hard thrust before pulling from you completely, grinning when you swore. Your body was shining with sweat in the low light and Azriel kissed your shoulder lightly, tasting the salty skin.

“Hmm sorry bunny, not quite yet.” He muttered as you cried, pushing your hips further up, presenting yourself to him.

“Please daddy please, I need to cum,” you begged but he just laughed.

“Oh you will my sweet bunny,” he whispered, standing, and moving to the box and you watched with fearful eyes as he picked up the vibrator. “But I want to see how this works first.”

He moved back behind you, pushing into you slowly as you groaned in tandem. He started thrusting slowly making you shake, moaning when you heard the electrical buzz of your bullet vibrator. He pressed the small tool against your clit, hips speeding up as he flicked the switch higher, feeling the vibrations on his cock from where the vibrator was pressed against your clit.

“Oh fuck bunny, that’s powerful,” he groaned as you moaned, desperate for release. “You can cum bunny, don’t worry. Cum as much as you like.”

Too distracted by your orgasm you missed the change in tone as he kept thrusting into you through your orgasm, not pulling the vibrator away or finishing himself. Your legs shook violently as you rode through your orgasm only to feel another building just as quickly.

It only took a few more thrusts and you were coming again, screaming into the covers on your bed as Azriel groaned behind you at the feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock. But his thrusts didn’t slow, only growing sloppier as he threw you straight into your third orgasm, suddenly realising that you had maybe bargained for too much as he moved your body roughly.

Your legs were numb, and you were shaking all over, sobbing from the pleasure as Azriel started slowing, groaning behind you.

“Give me one more bunny, and I’ll fill you up, I promise. Last one bunny, c’mon I know you’ve got it in you.” He pleaded as you moaned, knowing you would anything to please him. You felt your fourth orgasm build and moaned lowly, voice hoarse as you came again, barely able to make a sound.

You vaguely heard Azriel moan behind you, filling you as you shook from the force of your orgasm, your body slumping as you lost consciousness.

When you came to less than a minute later, Azriel was hovering over you, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“I’m sorry bunny, I was too harsh, are you okay?” you reached up and smoothed between his eyebrows with a soft smile growing on your face.

“I love you so much,” you muttered, and his shoulders relaxed, moving so he was laying on your back, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you more bunny, you’re perfect,” he kissed your head gently as you giggled.

“You’re going to have to carry me everywhere for a week or two though.” You joked as Azriel sat up and went about removing the plug and lingerie, wiping your sweaty skin down with a cool cloth.

“That was my plan sweetness,” he replied, eyes bright. “I also think you need to take me with you next time you go back, and we need to have a look in that shop.”

#azriel x reader smut #azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #acowar #acofas #acosf #acofs

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fawnandshadows · 2 years

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What Are You Doing New Year’s Day? Part 2

Word Count: 6.1

Warnings: Smut. 18+. Language.

AN: I wanted to get this fic posted closer to NYE or New Years Day, but that obviously didn’t work out. This is the continuation of my 25 Days of Elriel story What Are You Doing New Years Day, but you don’t have to read the first one to understand this one. Enjoy! Part One is available here.

Elain wasn’t well-versed in the art of seduction.

When she was with Graysen he was mostly in charge — He told Elain what colors looked best, what clothing was flattering, what workouts were best suited for her, and he even bought all of their groceries so Elain wouldn’t buy something he didn’t like. So, she wore what he wanted her to. She weighed as much as he allowed. She, well, she did what she thought would make him happy… and it wasn’t enough.

Whenever she was with Graysen he would want her in bed waiting for him, already naked, and waiting.

With Azriel… Well, Elain didn’t know what Azriel liked, but she wanted to find out.

She kicked off her silver heels, and delicately placed her dress over the chair in the corner of the room, right next to the full length mirror. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and tried not to flinch. A reflex that she was trying her hardest to get rid of.

Her curls were slightly frizzed, but not horrible, and while her eyeliner and mascara was a little smudged, but overall her skin was pale and creamy, and the slightly mused makeup created an alluring effect. Or maybe it was the lighting. However, her bra was old and just a smidge tight, she could see the underwire poking into her soft flesh and creating an indent that looked massive to her own eyes, but probably wasn’t very noticeable to anyone else. It was her favorite bra — unlined with a cup made entirely of dusky pink lace, and just a hint of her nipple could be seen through the fabric.

Graysen’s words still echoed in her mind “have you been baking again?”

Could he really tell? When they were together he never let her be more than 140lbs, at the maximum, and since they had broken off their engagement Elain had started baking again: Cupcakes, cookies, pies, breads, and anything else that she fancied. She ate more than just the salad he wanted her to have for lunch and dinner, and she actually started enjoying food again without guilt. Elain made sure to walk everyday, and she always tried to walk as much as she could in a day, but it was getting colder outside, so her walks grew shorter.

The changes to her body were evident, but she liked them.

Elain liked how soft her thighs were, the way her belly was slightly rounded, and she liked the way she filled out her clothes.

She just hoped Azriel did too, Elain thought as she looked at her reflection. She could still picture the way that Graysen would look at her body, how he would cock his head and furrow his brow and ask if she gained weight in a tone that made her want to peel her skin off, and she remembered the horribly hot shame that roasted her body when she got on the scale and realized that she had gained weight.

Elain didn’t think she could handle it if Azriel rejected her. To let herself be vulnerable with him, to let another see all of her insecurities… Elain didn’t think she could handle another rejection.

The sound of the doorknob unlatching broke Elain out of her thoughts. She immediately turned around and clasped her hands behind her back, a position that she knew emphasized her small waist, round hips, and heavy breasts.

Azriel quickly closed the door, and as soon as his eyes landed on Elain the box of condoms fell from his limp fingers. A soft breath escaped from his lips, and his eyes widened and glazed over.

“An entire box?” Elain asked, her eyes going wide.

“Didn’t want to be caught unprepared,” Azriel said and fell back against the door. The tie around his neck had been untied, and the brown expanse of his skin exposed. Tiny hairs started to sprout and pepper his neck and chin and jaw, and Elain was certain she smelled his spicy aftershave when he picked her up, and she wondered if he had to shave multiple times a day.

“Sometimes,” Azriel said as he scratched at his chin. “It’s the Scilian in me, I think. Could be the Greek, but we never knew who my father was,” Azriel said as he leaned down and scooped the condoms from the floor. “But my mom always thought it was the Romani man that she fell in love with before immigrating from Italy,” He tossed the box on the bed and walked closer to her. “She didn’t realize she was pregnant until after she married her husband. Needless to say he, and his sons, didn’t take it well,” Azriel now stood in front of her, his large hand coming up and resting on her shoulder, squeezing softly. “I’m sorry, I don’t normally talk about my family history as a means of seduction.”

His lips twitched up in a small smile.

“It explains the great hair,” Elain said and hesitantly lifted her fingers twirl around his black strands. Inspecting, feeling, his hair as if it was a silk ribbon. “I love your hair. When it’s in the sunlight it turns raven and almost blue…and it’s just as soft as I always thought it would be.”

He blushed. Azriel actually blushed at her words, and a coy smile graced his lips.

His large, calloused hand ran down the length of her exposed back, and his fingers traced the line of her lace bra.

Elain’s breathing stopped, and suddenly the room seemed smaller, hotter, and she realized how exposed she was, and how close their bodies were.

She peered up at him under her eyelashes, and his golden eyes connected with hers.

His finger teasing her skin and the clasp that held her bra together.

“May I?” He asked, his voice dark and thick. His black brow raised just a little.

Elain gave a small nod of her head, and tucked away her amazement at how easily he unhooked the clasp with one hand. The slow drag of the fabric against her skin was excruciating, and every second seemed like an infinity as he dropped the delicate fabric on the ground.

Azriel let out a deep exhale, the warm air skittering over her sensitive skin, as he took in her body — His eyes heavy and half closed, and Elain wanted desperately to ask him what he thought.

She felt wicked and sinful and sexy to be standing so bare before him while Azriel was fully dressed.

The only scrap of fabric left was her lace underwear, which matched her bra. It was something that Elain did just for herself — She loved beautiful lingerie, and she loved wearing it underneath her clothing when nobody else had any idea, and now she loved seeing how Azriel’s cheeks deepened in color as he peeled it off of her.

“Beautiful.” Azriel breathed out and laid a hot hand on her naked waist. Elain relished in the feel of it for two seconds before laying a hand on his chest and pushing him away. He looked at her questioningly, and his eyes dropped to the swaying of her backside as she walked away from him to sit on the bed.

She crossed her legs and folded her hands primly on her knee, but a sly smile lined her lips.

There was just something about Azriel that made her bold.

“Your turn.” Elain stated. Her eyes looked like warm honey as she commanded him, and Azriel couldn’t stop the broad grin that overtook his face.

He flung his already loosen tie at her, and she easily caught it.

Elain gently ran the silk fabric over her skin, and she thrilled at the fact that Azriel’s jacket fell to the floor and his fingers stopped mid-air as over his buttons. His cobalt blue tie gently trailing over her skin, and Elain teased it over her pebbled nipple and grinned as Azriel’s eyes fixated over her ministrations.

“Why’d you stop?” Elain asked, her voice gently teasing. Azriel ripped his eyes away from her little show, and she felt a wicked tingling along her spine at the promise in his eyes.

“Elain Archeron,” Azriel muttered and made quick work of his buttons. “You never told me you were a little vixen.”

“Shame on you for needing to be told,” Elain said, and ran his tie along her breasts, fastening the fabric with her left hand, hiding her nipples from his view. “You should have realized it. I gave so many signs.”

His dress shirt fell to the floor and Elain was greeted with the sight of his bare chest.

She wasn’t certain, but she may have drooled.

His dark skin was stretched taut over his muscles and Elain wanted to run her tongue over every groove and all the divots that her eyes devoured.

“Lose the tie.” Azriel said.

“Lose the pants.” Elain shot back, not even thinking.

She never talked back before, not in her entire life, but it was worth it to see the spark in Azriel’s hazel eyes.

They stared at each other — the clanking of his belt, and then the slow pull of his zipper filled the air.

The shuffling of pants as they hit the floor.

Briefs. Azriel was a briefs man.

Elain bit her lips at his hardened length that was bulging out of the thin fabric, and her eyes took in the small wet spot. She did that to him. Fire spread through her veins as the realization set in, and she slowly pulled the tie away from her skin and dropped it on the ground.

“Socks next,” Elain commanded, and Azriel did as he was told. “Come here.”

She beckoned him with a crooked finger, and Azriel followed.

All playfulness was gone as Elain’s fingers grazed the hem of his boxers. Her mouth was just a hair's breadth away from his straining cock, and she vaguely wondered if Azriel could feel her damp breath through the fabric.

Her mouth watered as she asked, “What do you want me to do?”

Elain peered up at him with warm brown eyes. Azriel brought a hand up and tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear, then he cupped her supple cheek, running his thumb over the soft skin.

“What do you want to do, Elain? What are you comfortable with?” He asked, his voice steady and serious as if Elain’s breath wasn’t skittering over his cock.

“Well, Graysen wasn’t very…adventurous. We did missionary, and that was it. I gave him a handful of blowjobs and that’s it. I haven’t done a lot really. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed.”

Elain turned her eyes down and Azriel ran a comforting thumb over her cheek.

“You could never disappoint me,” His voice was tender and it caused Elain to meet his gaze once more. “We can do whatever you want Elain,” Her hands ran along the length of his thighs and eventually her palms landed flat against the backs of his strong thighs, the downy hair tickling her palms. “We can do what you’re comfortable with, or we can try something new.”

“There is,” Elain bit her lip. “This is something I always wanted to try. Something that Graysen didn’t want to do, but I don’t know if you would want…” She broke off, her face flaming as she became all too aware of what she wanted to ask him.

“What is it?” Azriel asked, his dark brow furrowed.

“Well, I would go down on him, but he… wouldn’t return the favor. He thought it was gross.” Elain murmured, her cheeks burning. Azriel probably hated it too, in fact, she probably ruined their entire evening. Any second now he was going to tell her to put on her dress and tell her to get out.

“What a fucking prick,” Azriel shook his head, his hand coming around to tangle in Elain’s hair and he bent to place a slow, luxurious kiss onto her lips. “Elain, don’t judge me too harshly, but I’ve thought about the taste of you so many times — it’s kept me up at night. You smell like jasmine and honey and I’ve wondered if you tasted like it too. There were many nights where I thought about nothing else but getting my head between your thighs and not leaving until you’re limp with pleasure.”

“Really?” Elain asked, and Azriel gave her a drugging kiss in answer. “I thought about you too,” She admitted as she pulled her lips away. “Sometimes at the shop I daydream about you helping at the store, and we’d be behind the counter, and then I’d get on my knees and take you in my mouth — Right there in the middle of the store, in broad daylight, where anyone could walk in.”

“Fuck,” Azriel groaned and kissed her again, more passionately than ever before, and his fingers gripped her hair even harder. “Elain,” He pulled away from her with startlingly clear eyes. “Before we go any father I have a question.”

“Yes?” She asked, delicate brows coming together in a way that made Azriel want to kiss them.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

A small giggle erupted out of Elain, and a broad grin split her face in two.

“I would love to.”

His smile was a beautiful thing to behold. A splash of white against his brown skin. Little creases at the corners of his eyes. A small, teeny-tiny gap between his two front teeth that never would have been noticed if she wasn’t so close. His smile was her new favorite sight.

“Is there anything that you would like me to do for you?” Elain asked, her fingers digging into the backs of his thighs. Just a little, with just enough pressure to let him know she wanted this.

“I want you to tell me what you want,” Azriel said. “Anything — Everything that you want.”

“I want to lay on my back,” Elain leaned back onto her elbows, and slowly they moved the short distance up the bed. Azriel following her every move as if invisible strings connected them like marionettes. Once she was settled she said, “I want you to take my underwear off, please.” Her manners made an unexpected appearance which caused Azriel to smile. His rough fingers fiddled with the lace that sat on her plush hips before slowly dragging it down the length of her legs. Azriel tossed the scrap of pink over his shoulder. “I want you to spread my legs,” Warmth radiated from where his hands landed on her fleshy thighs. “And I want…”

“What do you want, Elain?” Azriel asked, his golden-hazel eyes looking at her from between her legs. His warm breath fanning along her wet folds. “Do you want me lick your cunt?”

“Yes.” Elain said breathlessly, her hips squirming.

“Say it.”

“I want you to lick my cunt, please.”

Azriel didn’t wait any longer. His face disappeared between her legs, and his scorching tongue trailed along the length of her hot core, a groan came from deep within Azriels chest and reverberated throughout Elain — Her hips moved against his mouth, small mewls escaping her throat, and her fingers tangled into Azriel’s hair pressing him further into her.

All thoughts emptied from Elain’s brain and all she registered was how Azriel’s tongue felt on her heated skin, how he lapped at her sopping wet center like a cat with cream.

His fingers dug deeper into full thighs as if he needed to grip her to drink deeper.

And then Elain felt his tongue enter her and slowly start thrusting in and out, not nearly as quickly as she would have liked. Elain moved her hips to spur him on, but he kept his slow pace, so she said, “Faster, please.” Her voice was airy and breathless, and Azriel answered her plea. His tongue started moving faster, thrusting deeper, and Elain could feel herself climbing closer and closer to her release. “Touch…Touch my clit. Please.”

Azriel brought his hand up and slowly started circling around her clit, teasing her, and at her frustrated growl Azriel skimmed her clit with his nail gently, and then he pressed firmly on the sensitive bundle.

Elain screamed as she came, her walls clenching around his tongue, and Azriel didn’t stop until he was satisfied that he gathered as much of her juices as he could.

He pulled away, breathing heavily, and Elain thought she was going to come again at the sight of him: his lips red and swollen and glistening, his cheeks flushed and smeared with her release, and his hair unruly and sticking out in every direction from her fingers. He looked wild, sloppy, untamed, and it was the more erotic sight Elain had ever seen.

Azriel was so quiet and collected — She should have realized what would happen when his restraint finally snapped.

“Thank you,” Elain said, licking her lips. “I think you should be naked now.”

“You think?” Azriel asked, raising his brow. He sat up, moving so that his hips straddled hers, and Elain took every scrap of boldness she had and cupped him through his briefs.

He felt hot even through the fabric, and Elain delighted at the groan that ripped from Azriel’s throat and the way his hips moved at her touch — grinding into her hand, and Elain gave a gentle squeeze. A warm flush spread through her body as she felt how large he was. She dragged her thumb over the wet spot on his briefs, and she slowly circled the head of his cock. Elain briefly entertained the idea of licking him through the fabric, but her emptiness ached for him.

“I want to take these off,” Her fingers teasing his waistband. “And then I want to put a condom on you,” Her voice gained some strength as she took in Azriel’s heady expression. “And then I want you to fuck me.”

“Take what you want, Elain.” Azriel said in a dark voice.

She pushed the fabric down and his straining cock finally got free, right at eye-level and Elain did her best not to drool. It was like every inch that she discovered of his skin

Azriel’s cock was not only long, but thick and veiny. A large bead of liquid pooled at the tip of him, and Elain looked at him, asking for permission.

“Take what you want, Elain.” He repeated.

Her tongue licked at the liquid and its saltiness bloomed on her tongue. She twirled her tongue around his curved head and then closed her lips over it, sucking slightly, and she knew her cheeks hollowed out.

His hand came up to wrap in her hair and Azriel started thrusting into her mouth.

Elain laid her hand flat against his thigh and slowly pushed him away, a pop sounded as his cock left her lips.

“Would you rather I use my mouth and hands,” Elain started, giving his warm cock another lick. “Or would you rather I put the condom on and we can make love.”

Her heart faltered.

She was never great at separating her emotions from her actions, and it was something that Graysen had criticized her for many times, but she prayed that Azriel didn’t notice the slip of her tongue. For all she knew Azriel was capable of separating his emotions from his actions, and this meant nothing to him. The last thing she wanted to do was scare him off by being too emotional.

“Both are fates worse than death,” Azriel said, a small smile on his face and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “I want to make you happy, Elain, and I don’t want you to feel as if you need to do anything,” His fingers loosened their grip and gently started massaging her scalp. “I want tonight to be about you, and what you want. So, Vixen, what do you want?”

Her index finger traced a vein along the length of his cock.

“I think we should save this,” She ran her tongue over the rounded head of his cock. “For later,” She grinned at him. “It’ll give you something to look forward to.”

Azriel smirked at her before leaning back and grabbing a condom. He ripped open the foil and handed the rubber to Elain, who unrolled it down his long length until it snugly ended at the base of his cock.

Elain laid down, the quilted pattern pressing against her back, and opened her arms so that Azriel could join her. He leaned down, placing his lips gently against hers, and propped one elbow above her head and used the other to grasp the curve of her hip.

Their lips moved against each others slowly. One of her hands nestled into his silky hair and the other laid flat against his back.

Elain felt the rounded head of his cock nudging at her entrance.

She spread her legs wider, propping her left one up to cradle his hip, and slowly moved along the length of his hardness.

His hand adjusted her hips, guiding them forward, and then Elain felt herself stretch wide as the tip of Azriel’s cock entered her.

She gasped into his lips, unintentionally breaking their kiss, and Azriel let his forehead rest against hers. His mouth dropped open slightly as he basked in the feel of Elain wrapped around his cock.

Her eyes wanted to close, to savor the feel of his cock sliding further and deeper into her, to savor the way her walls clenched around him.

If she did that, then she would have missed Azriel’s expression.

She would have missed the way his eye’s half closed with lust so that little hints of gold and green peaked through, she would have missed the way his face flushed and turned rosy, she would have missed the way his jaw slackened as he buried himself deeper inside her.

She would have missed the way that Azriel was savoring the feel of her.

Elain’s gaze didn’t stray from his face.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of her Azriel let out a breath that skittered over the planes of her face.

Kisses. Elain peppered Azriel’s face in kisses as she let herself adjust to the size of him — she was never this full, this stretched before. She kissed the tip of his nose, his elegant cheekbones, his stubbly, sharp jaw, his freckle by the corner of his eye, his lips.

The fingers on her hips dug in deeper as Azriel grasped her hip more firmly, and Elain involuntary clenched around him which elicited a moan from Azriel. His pelvis jerked forward, inadvertently thrusting deeper into Elain.

“Oh,” Elais mewled, wrapping her leg around him. “You feel so good. I’m so full.” She whispered.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Azriel said, his voice thick and dark like warm chocolate. Chocolate — the image flashed through Elain’s mind, of smearing Azriel’s chest in warm chocolate and licking it off, but she quickly tucked the thought away for another time. Maybe Valentine's Day. “And so fucking hot,” His lips dragged over the slope of her nose, then brushed over her lips, and then they settled on her neck — his lips pressing over the thrum of her vein. “Glorious,” He gave her a hot and heady kiss. “That’s how you feel, Elain, fucking glorious.”

Her skin got even warmer, which she didn’t think possible, as his words sunk into her brain. Glorious. No one had ever called her that before, but she liked it.

She kissed him, trying to rein in some of her emotions, but she still felt a slight prickle in her eyes.

“Thank you,” She whispered against his lips. “You can move now,” She kissed him again. She never kissed Graysen this much when they were together, but with Azriel she couldn’t get enough. She wanted more. She wanted to kiss him until their lips were red and bruised, and then she wanted to kiss him some more until they were drunk off of each other and their blood turned into champagne and the world turned into bubbles. Elain lifted her hips against his. “I love how you feel inside of me, Azriel.”

She squeezed his cock and Azriel dropped his head to settle in the crook of her neck.

“If you keep doing that, Vixen, I’m not going to last for very long.” Azriel groaned and slowly started moving his hips.

Elain’s fingers twisted in her hair, slightly moving his head, and she nibbled on his exposed ear. Her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. Her teeth grazed over the wet skin, and then she blew cool air over his wet skin and — his hips snapped up into her.

As he lifted his head Elain saw a spark in his eyes, something ignited in him and Elain was desperate to feel the combustion. The heat.

She knew right then and there that nothing would ever be boring with Azriel. They could do this everyday for the rest of their lives and everyday it would feel like the first time.

His hips picked up speed, thrusting into her with more and more force, and Elain tugged his head back by his hair. She kissed him, but before letting him pull back she captured his bottom lip between her teeth, and he responded by snapping his hips harder into hers.

Her nails dug into his back, pressing in hard enough to create little crescent moons, and her finger dragged down his back after a particularly powerful thrust that hit her in a spot she didn’t know existed.

She let out a sharp exhale and breathed, “Do that again.”

So he did.

Azriel hit that spot again. And again. And Again.

He hit that spot until her hot walls spasmed around him, milking his cock as her orgams rushed through her.

He pulled out of her, leaving Elain’s cunt empty and grasping at air, and at Elain’s indignant whine he pressed kisses onto her collar bone, and then her neck, and then her lips.

“I’m going to get a new condom,” Azriel explained as he pulled away from her. Golden brows delicately furrowed. “If you think we’re finished, then you’re sorely mistaken.’

He smirked at her.

“You want to…again?” Her eyes were wide at the prospect. “I mean, I can just —” She motioned towards his still hardened cock. Azriel caught her hand and wrapped their fingers together. His other hand slowly rolled the condom off.

“Please tell me that that fucker of your ex-fiance didn’t actually stop in the middle of sex.” Azriel said as he got a new package and tore it open with his teeth.

“Well, after he would finish then that would be it.” Elain said, her thumb rubbing the back of their connected hands. Her free hand coming up to catch the spare bit of wrapper that clung to his lip.

“You mean after you came,” Azriel said, and his jaw dropped as Elain shook her head - her golden curls shaking around her flushed face. He couldn’t imagine having Elain in his bed and not working to give her as much pleasure, and many orgasms, as possible. He couldn’t imagine not getting lost in the plush curves or her body. Hell, he would have died a happy man with his face buried between her thighs. The fucker didn’t realize what a vixen he had in his bed. “You’re telling me that he actually would get himself off and then just…leave you be?” Elain nodded her head. “I promise you, my vixen,” His lips landed on her neck. “That whenever you are in my bed,” He kissed down to her collar bone, his tongue gliding along the bone and into the little divot. “I can guarantee,” His head slid further down, lips pressing into the soft flesh of her breasts. “I won't leave,” Lips latched onto her nipple, tongue swirling around the pebbled peak. “Until,” The rigids of his teeth grazed along her nipple and he started showering her other breast with attention. “You have as many orgasms,” His cheeks hollowed out as sucked at her nipple. “As your heart desires.”

Warmth flooded her body at the words.

Azriel kissed down her soft stomach, onto the purple, iridescent stretch marks. One hand slipping between her legs, and a dark laugh sounded throughout the room.

He looked up at her smiling and said, “You’re so wet,” His fingers slid along her wet folds. “Would you like to try something new?” Elain nodded, her eyes glassy from his ministrations. “Get on your hands and knees, Vixen.”

Her eyes widened at the command, and she was about to comply, but a sly smile grew on her face.

“Please.”

Azriel blinked at the word, but a smile bloomed on his face.

“Get on your hands and knees,Vixen, please.”

Elain slowly turned over, stretching like a cat — ignoring her instinct to be embarrassed about being so exposed in front of him — and showcasing her full and round bottom.

A large warm hand settled on one of her cheeks and gave a loving squeeze.

The other hand was busy putting the condom on, but soon enough Elain felt him poking at her entrance, and then, even though she couldn’t see it, she knew that his hand fisted his cock by the way it deliberately trailed over her dripping cunt.

“Please.” Elain mewled, her fingers curling into the quilt.

“Please what?” Azriel asked, the head of his cock brushing over her swollen clit.

“I need you.” She whined, arching her back.

“What do you need Elain? Do you need my cock?”

“Yes,” Elain panted, pushing back against him. “I need your cock.”

“Where, Vixen, where do you need my cock? In your cunt? Is your cunt empty?”

“Yes,” Elain screamed in frustration, moving herself furiously over his hardness. “I’m empty without your cock, please, Azriel, I —”

She broke off as he entered her. She felt herself stretching around him, more so now than the last position they were in, and he didn’t waste any time — She was more than wet enough to take him, and he didn’t hold back as he thrust furiously in and out of her.

The sound of the skin meeting mingled with their heavy breathing in the air.

Azriel’s right hand gripped her hips while his left traveled up the length of her back, rough fingers grazing her spine, his eyes locked onto the golden mass of curls that fanned heavily on her shoulders and back.

He leaned forward, never stopping his brutal pace, and whispered in her ear, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Elain whined, pushing her hips back to meet his.

His left hand collected her hair — the silky tresses held firmly in his grip — and he pulled her up by the hair. The creamy skin of her neck was on full display, and Azriel could just barely see the heaving of her chest, the swinging of her breasts, and he drove into her harder and harder.

Elain let out a string of unintelligible syllables, her eyes falling shut as she let Azriel take control.

“Do you like getting fucked like this?” Azriel asked, his sweaty chest hovering over her back, his teeth grazed her ear.

“Yes,” Elain answered in a near-scream. Her eyes opened slightly and peered at him through heavy lids. “Do you like fucking me like this? Do you like knowing you’re the only one that ever has?”

“Yes,” He pivoted her head by her hair and licked her neck, collecting the beads of sweat that slid down her skin. “Yes.”

His movements became erratic, as if her words were causing him to lose control.

“Do you want to come in my cunt?” Elain asked and moaned as his grip tightened in her hair. She deliberately tightened herself around his cock and relished in the way his hips jerked. “Do you want to fuck me so hard that all I can think about is you?” Something wicked unfurled in her as she saw how her words affected him: His eyes glazed over with lust as he rode her harder, no longer thinking about her pleasure, but focused on fucking her until he came. “Do you want to fuck me until I’m screaming, so everyone can hear me?” She felt powerful, knowing how much she affected him. “So that everyone knows good you fuck me?”

He was coming.

Elain knew he was coming from his deep, shallow thrusts.

His hand crept forward and started working her clit.

She couldn’t stop the scream that tore from her throat, she couldn’t stop the way she writhed against his finger as her release ripped through her. She was trapped between his sweaty chest, his hips still moving as he rode out his orgasm, and his fingers.

Her head fell forward and she saw herself stretched over his cock. She almost came again at the sight of it.

They fell forward in a humid heap. Azriel laid on top of her, enjoying the way her walls milked his cock, before slowly collecting enough willpower to pull himself out.

“Fuck.” Azriel said as he placed kisses on her damp back.

The two of them laid there, panting and basking in the afterglow.

“Fuck,” Elain agreed breathlessly. “We should get ready for bed,” Her brown eyes looked at him with vulnerability that cleaved at his heart. “If you would like to stay?”

He answered by giving her a kiss, it was hot and sloppy and had Elain writhing for more.

“Of course,” Azriel said, his lips lingering against hers. “Sorry if I got carried away,” His hand grazed over her hips. “I don’t think I left any bruises.”

“I liked it.” Elain smiled into his lips.

The two eventually pulled themselves out of bed and made their way to the adjoining bathroom. Azriel quickly jumped into the shower, but Elain made for the toilet, her face unbearably hot knowing that Azriel could hear her pee.

She stared at the opaque shower curtain, a makeup wipe sweeping over her face as she nibbled on her lip as she contemplated joining him. Her lingering self-doubt was still swirling in her head, but she gathered enough courage to ask, “May I join you?”

His head poked out of the shower, water droplets clinging to his lashes, and he gave her a kind smile.

“Of course.” He said and opened the curtain for Elain to join him.

They washed each other. His hands lathering her body in soapy bubbles, his hands taking extra care with her breasts and backside. Elain grinned over her shoulder at him, and then set to work lathering his body despite the fact that he had already cleaned himself before she joined him. They took their time, not caring it was the dead of night, and enjoying themself too much to be rushed.

They wrapped each other in fluffy towels and stood over the sink, Elain brushing her teeth with the spare toothbrush she kept here. He stared at her with a dopey smile on his lips.

“What?” Elain asked around her toothbrush.

“You only have one toothbrush.” Azriel said with a grin. His wet hair curling over his dark skin.

“Yeah, it’s my room, and I wasn’t expecting guests.” Elain replied and spat out her tooth paste and rinsed out her mouth. She hesitated for a second before handing Azriel her toothbrush. She supposed it didn’t make a difference, considering she spent half of night with his tongue in her mouth.

This small act seemed just as intimate as everything else they shared.

His eyes stayed locked with hers the entire time he brushed, and once he was finished he gave her a minty kiss.

They made their way back into the mused and messy bed, their towels discarded on the bathroom floor, and then they cuddled under the warm sheets.

“Thank you,” Elain said and intertwined their fingers. “For tonight.”

“I should be thanking you,” Azriel said as he settled in behind her and pressed a kiss to her ear. “But I hope you know you’re not getting out of our date,” Elain let loose a brilliant grin as her body relaxed into his. “How do you like your coffee in the morning?” He asked sleepily.

“With a little bit of cream and sugar. You?” Elain mumbled, burrowing further into his warm body.

“Black,” Azriel replied. Elain was about to comment on how typical that was for a quiet, brooding man to love black coffee, but exhaustion was setting in. “I’ll bring you coffee in the morning,” He said through his yawn. “Save you from everyone’s comments.”

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Husband! AU Seungkwan

modestly suggestive

"Why are you still up?" your husband asked as soon as the call was connected to you. Laced with jest, he continued. "Are you waiting for me?"

You rolled your eyes and answered, "I just put our baby to sleep and you happened to call," you had to feign the excitement to meet Seungkwan after almost a month of being apart from each other.

You checked yourself before the full-length mirror- you barely touched the black lingerie you bought a month ago and now wearing it for your husband felt embarrassing.

He has work to do overseas and initially it was only for a week but then he was suspended there for a few more weeks. He was sorry that he couldn't come back in the intervals but he promised you he'll take you for a trip at the end of the month.

Just you two alone.

Seungkwan chuckled at your coy behaviour. He missed you physically and emotionally but he just has to wait for less until he arrives home.

"I'm in a cab now but you can just go to sleep first. Don't have to stay up for me," he insisted and you hummed your response.

Afterwards, he told you to end up the call and go directly to bed.

Little did he know, you were anxiously sitting at the edge of the bed for him to come and greet you.

Your yearning for him will end soon. He will be next to you again. You missed him like hell a lot.

You didn't feel sleepy at all and scrolled through Twitter to entertain yourself but it wasn't long after the call ended, you heard the door being unlocked. Then, a slow shuffle noise of shoes being changed followed.

He didn't go straight to the main bedroom but made a stop at your daughter's for a moment. Your heart thumped wildly against its cage listening to his loud footstep that indicated his approaching toward you.

Under the blanket, you composed yourself and knew he was just a foot away from your side of the bed.

He gently slipped the cover off of your face to kiss your forehead but the second he did, you pulled him and hugged him.

His hands automatically went to hold your waist and came upon the realization that you weren't wearing anything beneath.

You made him pant from the sequent, passionate kiss.

Seungkwan rested his forehead against yours and simultaneously got his whole body on the bed without crushing you. "Frankly, I didn't expect this kind of greeting,"

You enticingly smirked at him and asked if he liked it. "Only a fool would dislike it- Oh god,"

"Why?" you worriedly checked on him. His face was slightly contorted in pain.

Seungkwan let out a low grunt and reached for your naughty hand which had travelled down there without his notice. He took a glance at your expression and knew he was in the game.

But being married for five years, you learned a lot about him and one of it is that he'll never initiate it without showering beforehand.

"Just a quick shower, okay?" he excused himself and quickly unbuttoned his clothes and pants as he jumped down the bed to the bathroom.

You laughed and trailed after him boldly. Striping off the thin fabric, you entered the wet area and said. "I might as well examine your body and see if you're injured anywhere,"

Well, he didn't dare to reject the offer.

"I think I have a problem that you can fix,"

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djarinsbeskar · 3 years

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Dorne Part 2 - Boxer!Din AU

A/N: A cheeky birthday gift for my darling CiCi @astroboots I hope you have the most wonderful day, filled with laughter, love, lots of Riley cuddles and gifts galore! Thank you for being one of the most precious friends I've been lucky enough to meet and spend every day annoying, being a menace to, chatting with you and getting a glimpse into that beautiful brain of yours. Hope you enjoy it my love! I’m sorry it’s a bit of a mess asdfghj.

Word Count: 2.7k

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: SMUT! MFF oral sex (female receiving).

Main Masterlist | Boxer Materlist | Dorne Part 1

“I wanna see if she’s as greedy for pussy too, baby—”

“Mm, you’re just full of good ideas today, sweetheart.”

You preened under his praise, ass pressing back in a feline arch where he bunched your dress up. Your guest was still busy on her knees—dutifully lapping at his cock while he pressed an indulgent kiss beneath your jaw, inhaling the perfume you favored and the musky—primal scent of arousal that clung to your flushed skin. He nosed along the line of your jaw, your fingers carding through his hair, completely lost in each other as he found your mouth again—a low groan lost along your tongue when the woman hollowed her cheeks around his sensitive head.

“First… I wanna see how greedy you are for pussy.”

The low lights cast shadows across your features, but the way your eyes darkened—pupils dilated and ringed with kohl and mascara—ritual paint for a sacrifice to a heathen god—had him snarling at the worship you and your companion lay against his body. He swallowed thickly at the striking smirk that morphed on painted lips, grazing his mouth but avoiding a kiss as you dragged them down the exposed length of his torso.

The length of your dress shifted like water—deceived his lust addled eyes to appear like the wily, tempting swish of a fox’s tail as you slinked down his body to stroke your fingers through the other woman’s hair.

You purred something into her ear – secret and alluring – a siren call that darkened her gaze as she turned away from his cock, fist slowly stroking him as you tempted her to stand with your mouth on hers, tongue stroking into her mouth as you rose. She was helpless to resist – fuck how could she – the way your eyes indulged in her bountiful curves and striking silhouette highlighted by a silver dress that ended up in a pool on the floor when you pulled the straps down and let gravity do the rest.

“No underwear?” you hummed as you circled the woman gracefully, and while your guest was naked and breath-taking, his eyes were just as easily pulled to your form as your legs extended with each step in an effortless prowl, without the bolstered force of a male—but softer, deadlier. A lioness—a hunter. His.

Fuck—

You made him sit—made him wait. And fuck, he indulged your little power play—it was enticing, for now. That’s what he told himself as he watched the scene unfurl before his eyes.

The noises you were able to drag out of your guest were filthy as she lay sprawled like a decadent buffet on the oversized ottoman – the quilted velvet easily the size of a king sized bed where it sat under the dark light in the center of the room – and was his sponsors ingenious way of getting around the ‘no bed’ situation in Dorne. Din couldn’t count the number of times he had to stop himself from gripping his cock to stroke some relief as your tongue delved expertly between her folds.

His fingers curled into his thigh, one hand massaging his balls distractedly as his lips twisted into a snarl.

The raven haired beauty – curls chaotic and wild fanning around her head – arched with a graceful bend in her spine. A dancer. Din mused as a licorice black melted into whiskey orbs—filling them with need as rich as his appetite for sex. They dropped to your hand pressing into the supple, toned flesh of her thigh to spread her legs wider. All part of the show… giving him a perfect view of the glistening slick gathering between puffy lips you were holding open with your other hand to flick your tongue over her hooded clit and curl up to gather that arousal on it.

“Mm… baby—she tastes so good…”

You were on your knees on the ottoman—down on your elbows with your ass in the air for him to watch the barely-there strip of fabric you called underwear darken with your own desire, gorgeous thighs accentuated by the suspenders that made up that fucking sinful lingerie set he had bought for you.

Fuck you were gorgeous… pink tongue that had lapped at his cock earlier now dripping saliva onto the pretty pussy of your guest, fingers smearing it into her slick with quick rubs over her clit and slit—making her cry with the pleasure as wetness leaked from her cunt and into your mouth. He could feel his muscles hum, a tense film of pressure running along his nerves and making him need to move. To stalk over there and take what as his. Waiting only made his neck strain with the growl he directed at the ceiling and your mischievous giggle incite a feral snarl in return.

“Come taste,” you looked over your shoulder, lips shiny and swollen from where he had ravaged your mouth—eyes weaving a spell over him, and he was helpless to resist you. He shot up, a bullet—a bull towards the cape as you refused to break eye contact when you kissed her navel, beckoning him over.

He was parched.

And your mouth was the first thing he needed. Hand moulding over the curve of your ass to dip along that strip of fabric between your cheeks, he pressed his fingers against your slick pussy lips from over your underwear and devoured your mouth. Groaning at the combined taste of your natural essence and the sweet tang of your guest, an accented aroma that brought you both to a frenzied high as his tongue greedily pillaged every drop.

The dancer – he decided she must have been – keened as he lost himself in your mouth, pulling his attention down to her naked form. He moaned with a feral lace of pride as he saw your fingers disappearing into her cunt with long, teasing strokes—your mouth finding his neck as he watched. Eyes only falling shut when you bit him. Bit him so hard his cock twitched violently—a silent claim in this hedonistic indulgence.

Mine.

The mark said.

Fuck, you were perfect. He gripped your jaw from where you were worrying a trail of marks into his flesh to kiss you hard,

“Back to work,” he growled.

And just like that, the dynamic shifted—an easy dominance he knew you weren’t strong enough to resist. Not when it was him. You might dominate your guest, but you would submit to him.

Challenge flared in those orbs, the woman on the ottoman gasping your name when your disobedience, your defiance showed itself in a third finger inside her dripping cunt—a hard swipe across her clit. Retaliating. He led your head down, back between her legs, and you followed—caught off guard when his free hand tugged your panties to the side to give your pussy a series of quick slaps.

You were drenched.

Slap slap slapslapslap—you mewled into her pussy, sucking her clit into your mouth as you fingered her—his own fingers grazing your neglected clit and making you push your ass back against him. He dropped to his elbow beside the dancer – Ally? Abby? Still no clue – and dropped his mouth to one of the peaked tips of her breasts. They were begging for attention, crowned in the glisten of his saliva as his tongue circled one, then the other—graveled growls soft and honey sweet against her skin while he stroked your hair.

“Talented, isn’t she? That tongue is a sin—”

“So greedy for my girl’s tongue…”

“Why don’t you beg for mine?”

And she did.

She begged. Begged for your tongue—begged for his, begged for you both. You glanced up her body, a landscape of willowy curves and heaving breasts as warbled pleas spilled from those pretty lips. You withdrew your fingers – she sobbed – to paint that body as you moved up it and Din took your place. Streaks of sticky slick stained her skin in the journey your fingers took up her toned stomach and between her breasts. You caught her whimpers with your mouth when Din’s tongue dragged a long swipe along her cunt, his facial hair sanding against soft skin and making her spasm under his tongue at the mixture of sensations. So different to the softness of your body.

He growled into her wet heat when she managed to pull your breasts from over the top of your bra, a pert nipple swallowed into her mouth when you leaned up enough to let her play. Giving him a sinners view of your wet cunt and rapturous expression when your head fell back between your shoulders as you leaned over her face, letting her ravish your tits and make moans spill wantonly from your lips.

It drove him wild, and he channeled it all into devouring her pussy with rapt dedication.

“Open,” he snarled when her legs tried to close around his head—her gasp of pleasure muffled around your breast when he forced even more juices from her as two thick digits speared her entrance. You keened, arching your back as you held her head to your breast, grinding your hips back in some desperate attempt to find relief. Relief your guest gave you with her fingers between your legs, rubbing over your clit in frantic swipes over your underwear.

“Din,” you panted, and he was delirious.

Drunk on the taste of you both, drunk on the fact that even receiving pleasure from another—it was his name you moaned. He wanted to take you right then and there, but fair was fair.

Your guest sobbed when he pulled away—cunt clenching where his fingers once were and the orgasm that had been cresting ebbed with a rock of her hips as she chased it. You dropped a kiss to her cheek, soothing her cries for release as you cupped her jaw to swallow them.

Din watched your hand slither down to her cunt once more, fingers splitting around her clit lazily while he shed the open shirt he still had on, kicking his pants off while he was at it.

“Up here, sweetheart—” he commanded once he was free, heavy cock in hand when he settled down on the ottoman. He smirked at the cogs turning in your head—shown in the glint of curiosity in those gorgeous eyes before you crawled into his lap to cup his cheeks. You cleaned his face of the other woman’s essence with kitten licks and languid kisses, and he almost lost himself in you—almost. He turned you with a guiding hand to your shoulders, your back to his chest while he nudged your temple with a growl, “gorgeous… so fucking gorgeous—”

You wriggled slightly – poor thing… untouched, desperate for relief – and he hooked your legs over his, spreading your thighs wide for the dancer to see how wet you were—her dark eyes turning obsidian as she crawled on all fours between your legs, kissing you indulgently and then him.

“Make my girl feel good, then you can cum,” he purred against her mouth, turning to press a kiss into your temple when you whimpered, your hand having dropped to stroke over your clothed clit.

He pulled it away – behave, baby – and you whined into his mouth as you turned your face up to kiss him, whispering against his mouth in nonsensical strings of babble—asking for more, please please please Din.

The woman watched you in awe, the control you had over her melting to willing submission as you kissed his scruffy jaw with wet licks.

The temptation to just fuck you right there and then—to turn you over and mount you roared in his mind with a territorial claim. Your pleas whispered so softly into his skin, he ached to fill you—to turn those pleas into cries of bliss as he sank his cock into you. Not yet. He wanted to see you come undone on another’s tongue as he directed them. The indirect pleasure he would give you—it was impossible to resist.

He pulled your panties to the side again as the woman kissed up your thighs, across your navel – that’s it… tease her – and the air on your cunt – soaked with desire – made you bite your lip, eyes fluttering closed when her wet breath fell onto it.

“Spead her open for me—” Din hummed, revelling in the wet squelch of them against her fingers as she opened you wide, her eyes full of hunger and her tongue flicking out across her lips. They lifted to him, her thighs rubbing together from where her own naked cunt was exposed and wanting as she waited, nuzzling her nose into the seam of your thigh—the trembling clench of your pussy finally making him show you some mercy.

The image of another woman’s face buried in your cunt when he finally allowed her to slake her hunger for your arousal made him feel more powerful than any victory in the ring, any bowed submission by bolstered masculinity from unworthy adversaries. It was an incomparable lust—to see you pleasured this way—framed by his body, the tongue between your folds under his command, and the both of you eager to please him—to please each other. Masculine pride that didn’t need overbearing territoriality, but a guiding hand and the trust you both put in him. That is what made his cock leak and twitch against your back.

“Avoid her clit—”

You whimpered.

“Two fingers in that needy cunt… listen to how soaked you are baby—”

She fingered you diligently, slender digits echoing the patterns he knew would have you crying—have you squirming had he not kept you prisoner against his chest—patterns he dictated. A swipe to your clit by her thumb, a mercy on her part—and he snarled a warning down at her.

“Slower, slower—she likes to be edged, don’t you, sweetheart?”

His arms kept you at his mercy, your body open and wanting as the siren between your legs slurped and sucked and spread your wetness—had you quivering under her tongue. He could hear it. The wet drags—you always got so wet, and the velvet soaked beneath you only proved the fact. Her tongue circled your clit, dropped down to prod your entrance on his command. You knew it—that was why your pleas were directed to him, your nose buried into his cheek as you babbled incoherently – touch me, touch me please – your fingers clawing at the back of his neck.

“I am touching you—” he muttered as he ghosted his lips across the arch of your neck that lay in vulnerable deference against his shoulder—hands tweaking pebbled nipples after he had unhooked the front of your bra, rolling them in coarse fingers before he gave one of them a quick slap, “what do you want, baby?”

You rutted your hips down to push your cunt further into the dancer’s mouth, her moans of approval making you sob at the vibrations, the dual clash of soft wet tongue and rough dry hands on your breasts. He snarled a command to suck your clit—the woman’s fathomless gaze meeting his as her ruby lips wrapped around that pretty little bundle of nerves to make you bow up out of his lap, your hands gripping her curls to claw her closer with a litany of curses and fuck fuck yes—yes more more more—

“Stop.”

Your sob was heartbroken as your orgasm slipped from your grasp – wind through the pampas grass – and you turned, his hand tangled in your guest’s hair to yank her back, and you dropped to engulf his cock in your mouth. It made him choke—made him forget for just a moment as his head fell back and a guttural moan dropped from his mouth in encouragement.

Din dragged the woman up as you sucked him off—kissing your essence right off her with long licks and plundering swipes into her mouth, his hips lifting to push himself deeper down your throat as it convulsed around his girth with a gag.

“I make you both cum, understand?” he growled—smirking when you both nodded deliriously—you with a messy mouth and stroking the length of his cock as it rested against your cheek, and her pussy drunk delirium fogging her gaze.

“Good girls…”

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