#I need him to spit in my mouth bro
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#ཐི♡ཋྀ nic’s nonsense#help me#I’m going fucking crazy bro#my eye twitching so bad#I need him to spit in my mouth bro#I can’t do this#I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE#IM GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT
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౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ brat-tamer!toji
authors note: no thots, just him. this is just pure smut, sorry lollllll. need him so bad u don’t understand. with that being said, minors dni, 18+ ! thank you for the love on my first few posts! i appreciate it all of it <3 i'm not ignoring my messages btw, just extremely busy with my studies! ♡
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brat-tamer!toji who notices you acting up and simply asks, “cranky because you ain’t got dick today?”
brat-tamer!toji who only looks at you with a raised brow and (huge) arms across his chest when you purposely try to piss him off. so cute.
brat-tamer!toji who purposely puts his entire body weight on top of you when you beg him to stop due to overstimulation. he tugs you even closer, just laughing in your face.
brat-tamer!toji who stops thinking coherent thoughts when he sees you in a sundress.
brat-tamer!toji who rewards your good behavior with head (lets you squirt) and also punishes your bad behavior with head (denies you relief, gives in eventually, sometimes).
brat-tamer!toji who loooovessssss shoving your face into the pillow while you whine, pant, and moan. he loves to put your head into a headlock with his bicep, as drool escapes your lips, and you’re babbling like an idiot while he’s hitting it from the back.
brat-tamer!toji who casually lifts you up and fucks you in the air as if just anyone can do it. “such a perfect little pocket pussy,” he snickers.
brat-tamer!toji who gets you cock drunk so often (he’s starting to think that it’s your normal state).
brat-tamer!toji who likes to make you count every time he spanks the fat of your ass when arched up across his lap. slap! “24…” you say with a slight moan, biting your bottom lip in, as he soothes the red outline forming on your cheek. he grins above you, “should’ve known a cock-bent whore like you would take this as pleasurable rather than punishment.”
brat-tamer!toji who makes a safe word with you early on (which you tease him for doing so early, he only tsks because he knows YOU know how much you mean to him and he puts your well-being above anything else).
brat-tamer!toji who has a hidden collection of pictures on his phone with you smiling, his cum decorating your face.
brat-tamer!toji who grips your face in the middle of a make out session, pulling away as he notices your fucked out, panting expression. “open.” you quickly open up your mouth as he slowly lets spit hit onto your tongue. he lightly chuckles. “obedient slut.” you look at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wanting more. “swallow.”
brat-tamer!toji who finds his favorite position to be when his massive balls are hitting your clit and he mercilessly pounds, abusing your little cunt from the back as he strings profanity out of his mouth. or a full nelson where he just tells you to, “shut the fuck up and take it.” or even a mating press where he can pummel his cum into you while seeing your face contort in pure bliss. “y-yeah. ‘ust let loose. go dumb on this dick.”
brat-tamer!toji who regularly calls you; “slut, (needy or cock) whore, vixen, pretty, disgusting, (stupid) bitch, brat, bad girl, good girl, perfect, beautiful, gorgeous, princess, angel, (sex or fuck) toy, doll, bunny, cum-slut, cum-dumpster, sugar… etc”
brat-tamer!toji who gets annoyed at your endless ramblings about your day, he sighs and tells you to get on your knees. you promptly do that, but to push his buttons you don’t stop rambling on and on and on. somehow, this man manages to get his 8 (girthy) inches down your throat. “cant complain with my cock in your mouth, huh?” he only smirks as you become teary-eyed, moaning a little at his statement, lapping your tongue up and down like a starving dog. he throws his head back, forearms supporting him while you bob your head back and forth on his thick length. “hey… never said that my cock doesn’t appreciate your tongue. s’ch a good girl when you do what you’re made for. unh!”
brat-tamer!toji who presses against you into a mirror, his broader, massive frame encasing you while he stares into your soul. “i-i don’t understand what i did?” you look up at him feigning innocence, batting your eyelashes. fingers caress his forearms, down his hard bicep, and lightly trace his hardened outline. his eyes never leave yours, a stern, menacing look to the average person, but you can tell he’s about to have you praying for mercy in another way. “of course you don’t understand what you did.” you whine slightly when his fingers suddenly grab a fist full of your hair, burning your scalp, his voice turns mockingly softer. “all you know in that pretty, empty, head of yours is just fucking. nothing else.” he quickly releases you, eliciting a gasp, magically flipping you around in an instant so you’re staring at yourself in the mirror now. “told you not to play with yourself until i came home. but you just haaad to be difficult.” he gripped the vibrator in one hand that was tucked away, pressing it against your lips. “spit.” you spat on it, eyes full of want. he only snickered and smirked. “good luck thinking I’m going to let you cum. stare in the mirror while I do this.” he turned the toy on, a vibrating tune humming throughout the room. “need you to realize how pathetic you look begging.” you gasped slightly, “b-but-" he proceeds to pry your legs apart with one massive thigh, his hand gripping the front of your neck, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “push your skirt up. you lost your right to cum, stupid whore. cum without permission, see what happens.”
brat-tamer!toji who loves to fuck you on his fingers. he loves the lewd noise it makes while ramming his two middle fingers in and out, or up and down. he loves to see your jaw go slack as you beg him to stop. “i-it’s… uhhhhhh! t-to- ah! -ji, toooooo-uhhh much!” he never loses focus, “yeah? yeah?” he presses his hand on your lower abdomen, “quite honestly, don’t care what you think.” he only licks his lips, his scarred lip grins with anticipation to finally taste you when you unfold.
brat-tamer!toji who degrades you like it’s a living but LIVES for your filthy mouth. he loves that you talk back, he’ll never admit it. he loves putting cum sluts like you in their place.
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brat-tamer!toji who weirdly… gets needy at times when you finish. he’ll hold you from behind, shutting his eyes while his arms are wrapped around, practically glued to your torso, the backside of your body molds perfectly to the front of his. legs intertwined, your head against his chest, a moment of pure bliss shared between you two. “who knew the big bad toji likes to cuddle?” “shut up.”
(silly toji! i need him to ruin me)
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𐙚 : SOMEONE WALKING IN ON YOU W/ RIIZE (reaction) ֶָ֢ !
content warning. oral ( f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, being walked in on
request: riize reaction to being cockblocked ...
authors note. i hope you like it babez, i hope this is what you wanted 🩷🫶🏾!!!
MINORS DON'T INTERACT
𐙚 : SHOTARO ֶָ֢ !
embarrassed to say the least; like he can't even look his member in the eye. he didn't even notice sungchan walk into the room , his face nuzzled in between your neck, leaving little marks on your precious skin; heavily breathing as he slowly rocked his hips; his cock rubbing against your clothed heat. "fu-fuck taro." you moaned out — he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside you. he pulled away from you neck, smiling down at you as he unbuckled his pants. "gonna treat you so good baby." he said ready to free his cock out. "fuck you nice." you whimpered out, but before he could, the door came swinging open. "bro you wan— oh fuck im so sorry." he quickly did a 360, closing the door. shotaro was red in the face; just wanting the world the swallow him hole. "i-i thought i locked the door." he said. "it's okay." he whined , the mood no longer there, hiding his face in your neck. "taro it's okay." he shook his head. "no it's not." you just laughed, scratching his head.
"we gotta double che— no triple check the door next time we have sex."
𐙚 : EUNSEOK ֶָ֢ !
annoyed is what he is — cause even if he wasn't doing anything; why the hell are you bursting through his door like that? his members knew that if you were over and his door was closed — then don't come in; apparently sohee didn't get that. "i don't want to hear anything out of you." he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy, you bit down on your lip hard; keeping all your noises inside as he curled his fingers , your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "look at you slut, going dumb just from my fingers." he smirked. "gonna cum for me?" you felt your orgasm approaching — to bad the door open , making eunseok halt his movement, his head snapping to whoever it was. "hyung— get out, now." he deadpanned. sohee didn't even need to understand what was going on, but he heard to tone of his friends voice and immediately walked out. "fucking hell." he cursed under his breath, turning back to you , his fingers still inside you.
"don't think i didn't feel your cunt clench when he walked in — fucking whore you wanted someone to catch us."
𐙚 : SUNGCHAN ֶָ֢ !
he wouldn't even know to be honest; neither one of you would honestly — when you two have sex , the entire world doesn't exist at that moment, only the feeling of sweet cunt tightening around him as you rode his cock. "sh-shit baby, keep going." he groaned. "that's use my cock baby, fuck yourself on me." his hands coming down to your ass, slapping it. "faster baby." you rocked your hips faster , holding yourself up — bucking up into you. "sh-shit princess you're gonna make me cum." both of your highs vastly approaching. both of you so wrapped up in each other, neither one of you notice eunseok walk right into the room, quickly walking back out. "fuck!" his hips stilling, as your legs shook both of you cumming hard , his cock twitching as he came inside your hole. "fuck baby, you feel so good." he groaned. after he cleans you up , and your both cuddled up in his bed, when you bring it up. "did someone walk in on us?" he shrugged , bringing you closer to his body.
"at least they got a good show, you look so fucking sexy bouncing on my cock."
𐙚 : WONBIN ֶָ֢ !
another one who would be pissed off , he finally got you alone after being bothered all day by his members; not having a minute of alone time — him sitting up against the headboard; you sitting on your knees, in between his legs, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. "fuuuuuck baby that's." he groaned, his hands on your head , pushing you further down on his cock , you gagged on his cock , spit spilling out from the cornrs of your mouth. "make a mess on my cock." this is all he wanted , was to feel your mouth on him, alone on his bedroom; away from everyone — anton clearly didn't get the memo. "hyung food is — oh my god!" wonbin quickly picked up a pillow chucking it at the poor boy who was already trying to get out the room. "can't even get a second of peace in the damn dorm." the moment was clearly gone, you pulled off of him, he tucked himself away. "get dressed." he said. "where are we going?"
"to your house , im not gonna walk around with a hard on because they don't know what
𐙚 : SEUNGHAN ֶָ֢ !
his only worry is if they saw you or not; if they didn't then oh well they should've knocked , he's not gonna focus on it for too long especially if you still want to continue after. "you feeling good princess." he slowly rocked his hips , his cock dragging along your walls, your sweet cunt fluttering around him , both of you in complete ecstacy. "hannie." he hushed you up with a kiss. "shh baby, don't want them to hear how pretty you are." he groaned. you looked so pretty, your chest heaving up and down , tits bouncing with every thrust — your pretty does eyes looking up at him, you looked so good. "fuck baby you're perfect, gonna fill you up with my cum." you were on cloud nine, so you didn't hear the door open or shotaro walking in — you just felt seunghan covering your naked body. "oh fuck im so sorry." he ran out closing the door. "who was that?" he didn't say anything , just continued to rock his hips, you moaned out.
"don't worry about it princess — fuck, just keep your eyes on me pretty girl."
𐙚 : SOHEE ֶָ֢ !
#1 munch right here!! he doesn't care if someone is in the room , when his mouth is on your pretty cunt , lapping up everything you had to offer; your hands yanking at his hair signaling for him to slow down. "fu-fuck sohee." you moaned. "slow down , your friends are still outside." he hummed against your cunt , but he didn't slow down; so drunk on your pussy he couldn't bring himself to slow down, his nose brushing against your clit. "fu-fuck hee, im gonna cum." you whimpered , tugging at his hair , he moaned out. you both swore you locked the door — but that was proven wrong when the door opened , sungchan walking; both of you making eye contact , you shrieked. "of yn im sorry." he covered his eyes, walking out. "so-sohee fuck stop." you pulled him off of you. "what baby?" he wiped his plump red lips. "did you not hear the door open , sungchan walked in." you were heavy breathing. "it's alright baby." he smirked , kissing your clit.
"you should've let him stay , so he can see how pretty you look with you're cumming on my face."
𐙚 : ANTON ֶָ֢ !
he is mortified — the last thing he wanted was for one of his hyungs to walk in on him and you in the current position you were in; but you insisted that you'd be quiet, and he really couldn't say no, especially when you were grinding against his hardening cock. "oh-oh fuck." he moaned, you shushed him. "they'll hear you if you keep making noises." you groaned against his ear, biting down on his lobe. "ca-can't help it." his big hands in your ass, rocking back and forth. "you feel so good." he sighed. wonbin didn't mean any harm , he swore — but the he could've sworn he heard a pained noise coming from antons room; and he didnt know you were there— which lead to him opening the door. "anton you okay?" the horror on all of your faces, wonbin quickly shuffling out the room, yelling "lock the door next time!" it's safe to say both of you were even to scared to continue. "even with the door locked, the fact that he knows what we're doing is haunting me." you climbed off of him.
"i swear i won't even kiss you when he's around , i won't be able to look him in the eyes again."
©️LUVYENI
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What Are We Doing Step Bro? - Chris Sturniolo
summary : after your steamy vacation, you and your step brother, chris, seemed to pretend nothing ever happened. that is, until you throw a party while your parents are away.
warnings : step sibling trope, spit kink, very slight breeding kink, choking, spanking, slight fingering, brief (f) oral, rough sex, etc
a/n : NOT INCEST SO GET OFF MY DICK AB THAT SHIT!!! they are not blood related in any way, so actually stfu thanks! this is also HIGHLY requested, so enjoy xx FYI i used tara’s pic bc that’s the inspo for readers outfit
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It has been a few weeks since the little family vacation in which you and Chris had crossed certain boundaries in a profoundly sensual way. Neither of you have addressed it at all. When you woke up the next day, you were both dressed and on opposite ends of the bed. When he awoke, he didn’t say a thing about it. You assumed he was pretending it didn’t happen, so you did the same.
It’s been hard, actually. Knowing what he’s like in bed and how good he can pleasure you, has you thinking about it constantly. Though, you’ve never been bold enough to do something about it. Maybe you were just supposed to forget the whole thing.
So, you try your hardest. However, you can’t help the lingering glances on him any time he’s in your presence, the squeezing of your thighs when he brushes past you, the clenching of your core when he innocently touches you. Oh, how bad you want him to strip you of your clothes and make you tremble in euphoria.
Both of your parents are heading out the door, as they've planned a small getaway, kind of like a second honeymoon. Doing so, leaves you and Chris alone, once again.
The two of you had planned a party, and you're excited for it. Maybe you can finally get intoxicated and let loose, forgetting about the dooming fantasies you constantly have about your stepbrother.
Chris had arranged for the alcohol delivery, while you had sent out the memo. He had mentioned, earlier in the day, that the two of you should get the last-minute supplies you would need; solo cups, shot glasses, soda, and a variety of things to snack on.
You open your chapstick, twisting the wheel on the bottom to raise the stick of lubricant. As you apply the moisturizer to your plump lips, your bedroom door swings open. Upon looking up, you lock eyes with Chris who halts in place.
"Uh-" He starts, pausing as his eyes take in the sight of your lips rubbing the product in. "Are you ready to go?"
You hum, nodding your head as you slide your chapstick back in your purse. You stand up, slipping your feet into your slides, and pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder. You look over at Chris, who hasn't taken his eyes off of you.
"What?" You quip, raising your eyebrow.
A slight smirk pulls to his lips as he looks you over, enjoying the way your shorts hug your plush thighs and the way your small baby tee shows off your perky tits.
"What kind of chapstick is that?" He asks.
Your eyebrows knit together, "Cherry."
He's suddenly standing directly in front of you, his eyes boring into your face. You can almost feel his breath on your skin.
"I bet it tastes good." He speaks, his voice slightly raspy and low in tone.
Before you can respond, he's flashing you a grin and turning around to make his way out. You stand there, watching his retreating figure, feeling butterflies swarm in your stomach at the simple interaction. If only you had the balls to act on your desires; he'd be under you as you bounce up and down on his cock.
You swallow the accumulating saliva in your mouth, and take a deep breath, following Chris out. He’s already making his way out the front door, so you follow in suit.
The ride to the store is silent, aside from his quiet music playing from his playlist. You can’t help the sneaky glances you throw his way, admiring the way he so effortlessly looks sexy. The way he manspreads in his seat, gripping the steering wheel with one hand. You find yourself clenching around nothing as your breathing gets a bit shallow.
To retain the last bit of dignity you have, you use everything in you to pull your eyes from him, forcing yourself to look out the window and watch the passing scenery.
Little do you know, Chris is struggling with the same thoughts as you. Every chance he gets, his eyes soak in the way you lick your lips, just imagining them wrapped around his cock. The way you shuffle in your seat makes him think about how you would move as you ride him. Your thick thighs rubbing together, he just wants to shove his face between them.
The two of you head into the store, Chris purposely behind you just to watch the way your ass jiggles as you walk. Every time you turn around to make sure he’s still following you, you’re met with a smirk from him. You bite back a smile and continue with the shopping, Chris following closely behind you.
After the two of you buy everything you need, you head back home to set it all up. Surprisingly, Chris is actually putting in effort and helping you with everything. You thought for sure you would have to do it all yourself.
“Can you hand me that remote?” He questions after putting the led lights up.
You grab the mini device and pass it to him, biting your inner cheek as his fingers grasp yours. You look up at him, only to find him already looking down at you.
“What?” You ask, your voice barely audible.
“You’re just really pretty.” He shrugs as if it’s nothing.
Your heart practically skips a beat at his words, your stomach fluttering with butterflies. You know it’s wrong to even feel such a way with him, but you can’t help it.
You turn away with a slight blush on your cheeks, willing yourself not to smile like an idiot. Still, Chris can’t take his eyes off of you.
Everything about you drives him absolutely insane, and he just wants to have you again. But, despite his deep infatuation with you, he continuously shakes the never ending thoughts from his head, knowing it’s probably something he won’t be able to indulge in again.
While Chris makes sure the lights and surround sound are working, you walk through the house, making sure everything else is set up and in good condition. Everything valuable is tucked away, and furniture is moved out of the way for partygoers to maneuver with ease.
“Where are you going?” He questions as you head down the hall.
“Everything looks good, so I have to get ready.”
Without another word, you’re shutting yourself in your room. You immediately go for your closet in search of an outfit to wear. After a few moments of pondering, you pull it out and lay it on your bed.
You strip from the clothes you’re currently wearing, replacing them with what you picked out. You sit down at your vanity, ready to start your makeup and hair.
As you continue getting ready, you can hear people coming in and the music playing loudly throughout the house. It’s okay to be fashionably late to your own party. You want to take your time, making sure you look your absolute best. Maybe your plan is to tempt Chris, just so you can have him once again while your parents are away.
After finishing up, you stand in front of your mirror to observe your appearance. Satisfied, you leave your room to join the fun.
The lights are out around the house, glowing and flashing colors in place of them. The floor vibrates with the loud music, the atmosphere filling with it and chatter from everyone inside. There’s people piled on the makeshift dance floor, a few people occupying the sofa, and people scattered throughout the kitchen with drinks and snacks in hand.
You hate that your eyes are instantly searching for Chris. Tonight is supposed to be the night that you forget about him, but you can’t help it. Your actions and words contradict themselves, putting you in the biggest dilemma with your mind and body.
Coming up short in finding your stepbrother, you head to the kitchen to get a drink. There, you come across a few of your friends.
“Y/N!” Asia cheers, bringing the rest of their attention to you.
“Hey, you guys made it.” You smile, the four of you reciprocating hugs.
“Of course we did.” Liz chimes in, “You look absolutely killer by the way.”
You grin widely, giving them a twirl, “Thank you!”
Ash pours you a drink, handing it to you with a smirk on his face, “Who you tryna look good for?”
You and the two girls laugh as you shake your head, “Pleeease.”
The four of you continue drinking and chatting, catching up on things you’ve missed. Unfortunately for you, your mind is still stuck on Chris. You have yet to see him and it’s a bit of a bummer, but you’re forcing your feelings down with alcohol.
You’ve lost count of how many drinks you’ve had, simply enjoying the feeling of being intoxicated. It’s been quite some time since you were able to have fun like this with your friends, so you do your best to forget about Chris.
“Wanna dance?” Ash asks you, grabbing your hand.
You nod with a smile, letting him guide you to the crowd of dancers. Your relationship with him has always been different. You’ve never hooked up, and there aren’t any feelings, but you both get close and flirty. Maybe this would be a good time to get Chris’ attention.
Ash pulls you close, placing a hand on your back. You hold your cup in one hand, wrapping the other around his neck. You move sensually to the beat before turning around and placing your back against him. And as if the universe is working overtime, the second you do that, you lock eyes with Chris.
He’s sitting on the couch with his legs spread and a cup in his hand. He looks absolutely delicious with his black jeans, white long sleeve shirt with a black short sleeve layered on top, and his camouflage beanie.
His face is expressionless as he watches you dance with another man. He yearns to take his spot, being the one to dance with you like that. It’s torturous for him, not being able to be close with you in the way that he so desperately craves.
no matter what i do,
all i think about is you.
even when i’m with my boo,
boy, you know i’m crazy over you.
You sing the lyrics, mindlessly directing them at Chris as you hold each other’s eyes. His gaze trails over your entire body, turned on by your revealing outfit, yet furious at the thought of other guys eye fucking you the way he is.
He shuffles in his seat, adjusting his jeans at the crotch, already feeling a hard on coming in. He hates how easily you get him going, especially knowing that he can’t do anything about it.
Watching as Ash’s hands roam your body, Chris brings his cup to his mouth and downs the harsh contents. It’s becoming unbearable for him to see you like this with someone else. He’s growing more and more frustrated, itching to put a stop to it.
So he does.
He gets up, walking over towards you. Your eyes widen the slightest bit, your head tilting up to look at him as he’s not directly in front of you.
“Beat it. I need to talk to her, kid.” Chris says, directing his sentence at Ash.
Ash lightly scoffs, “Can’t you do it when we’re done?”
“No. Get lost.”
Reluctantly, he does as Chris says, leaving the two of you alone in the crowd of people. Chris nods his head to the hall, silently telling you to lead the way. You make your way down the vacant hallway, Chris hot on your tail.
Just as you’re about to say something, he pulls you into his room and shuts the door.
“What are you wearing?” He asks, leaving you appalled.
“What?”
He throws his hand up, gesturing towards your dress. “What is this?”
You furrow your brows, completely flabbergasted, “Chris, what the fuck? It’s very obviously a dress.”
“Why are you acting dumb?” He questions, incredulously. “The fuck are you wearing it for?”
You roll your eyes and lean against his dresser, only for him to follow you. “It’s a party, I can wear whatever I want.”
“No you can’t.” He bluntly states, only to receive a blank stare from you. “Take it off.”
You choke on your saliva, your cheeks immediately flushing, “What?”
“You heard me.” He bites back, crossing his arms.
Despite your increasing heartbeat, you shake your head, “You can’t just say that.”
“Why not? S’not the first time.” He casually shrugs.
Your heart stings a bit at his words, and you’re suddenly reminded of what happened last time. How he pretended nothing ever did.
“Exactly.” You mutter, looking away from him.
He feigns a pout, grasping your chin and turning your head back towards him. “Aw, are you upset that we didn’t wake up cuddling? That I didn’t buy you flowers and ask you to be my girlfriend?”
You forcefully push his hand away, now extremely aggravated with his taunting. Obviously, you know that’s entirely off the table. There’s not a single chance the two of you could work together, it’s simply unattainable.
“You don’t have to be a dick.” You tell him.
He smirks, “Then just let me give it to you.”
Your face heats up instantly at the thought, and even though you want it so bad, you feel as if you need to turn it down.
With a shake of your head, you simply decline, “No.”
“Oh, come on. I know how bad you want it. You think I don’t hear you moaning my name in your sleep? When you shower?”
You flush with embarrassment, putting your head down in an attempt to hide your humiliation.
“Kid, I’m not tryna make fun of you.” He gently speaks, “M’just saying you don’t need to lie to yourself.”
“Chris—“
“Shh.” He cuts you off, running his hand up your thigh. “Just let me make you feel good.”
Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his fingertips graze over the fabric of your underwear. Part of you wants to stop him, but an even bigger part of you never wants him to stop.
Guess which part wins.
You suddenly grab a handful of his shirt and yank him into you, your lips smashing together in a heated kiss. As cliche as it is, it feels like time has stopped the moment your lips meet. This is what both of you have been longing for since the last time you were like this.
Chris’ hands instantly wrap around you, engulfing your ass in a tight squeeze, pulling a low moan from you that he swallows with his kiss. Your tongues sensually dance together, gliding all around each other’s mouths.
Your hands run up his chest and around his head, pulling his beanie off and throwing it for access to his hair. Your fingers run through it, tugging at the strands, eliciting a groan from him.
The kiss is feverish and sloppy, showing how bad you’ve both been craving one another. Chris’ hands slide up your skirt, gripping your ass even tighter than before, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You’re both frantic with your movements, desperate to feel each other.
You walk him backwards to the bed, your lips and hands never leaving him once. Suddenly, he pulls away, his mouth moving to your neck as he tilts your head.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He groans against your skin, his breath sending shivers up your spine.
You whine at his words and the way his mouth skillfully works on your sensitive skin. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, holding him flush against you as he sucks and nips at your throat.
You tug him back by his hair, your hands instantly dropping to the hem of his shirt. He helps you in removing it before doing the same to you, leaving you both topless. He groans at the sight of your bare chest, your perky tits sitting pretty just for him.
He takes them and squeezes them in his palms, your hard nipples rubbing against the center of his hands. You softly moan at the sensation, your hands gripping his biceps. Your skin burns beneath his touch, your center throbbing with need as your arousal soaks your panties.
“Been waiting forever for this.” He admits in a low voice.
You’re breathless from his touch, “What took you so long?”
“Wanted to see if you would cave first, but then I saw you dancing with that douchebag and I couldn’t take it anymore.”
Your hands meet his belt, immediately undoing the buckle and pulling it from his jeans. He unbuttons his pants and kicks them off, leaving him in his boxers. Seeing his cock straining against the fabric, you’re eagerly dropping to your knees, only he stops you before you can get all the way down.
“Nuh uh.” He shakes his head, pulling you back up. “Get on the bed.”
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but you oblige and crawl onto the bed, sitting on the back of your legs. Chris palms himself through his boxers as he watches you, licking his lips. He joins you on the bed, only behind you rather than in front of you like you’d thought.
You go to ask him what he’s doing, only he pushes your head down into the bed, arching your back as he pulls your ass up. Your heart thumps in your chest, your pussy clenching in anticipation.
He audibly groans at the sight of your skirt barely covering your ass, your wet panties on show. He reaches forward, pressing his thumb into the wet patch, eliciting a whimper from you.
“Always so wet for me, hm?” He teases.
You whine into the sheets, pushing your ass back for more friction, only to receive a loud smack in return. Your body jolts from the feeling, a stinging sensation running along your skin, before being soothed by his hand rubbing it out. His hands move to the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down along with your underwear, tossing both aside.
“God, you’re so perfect.” He whispers, admiring the way your pussy glistens from behind.
He brings his hand up to you, dragging it through your folds. You can’t help but push back into him, eager for more. He tsks, spanking you once again, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure.
“Never learn, do you?” He shakes his head, squeezing the plush skin. “Be patient, or you’re not getting shit.”
“M’sorry.” You whine, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you.
Suddenly, his mouth is on you, his tongue gliding between your wet folds. The sounds of your moans are muffled with your face buried in the bed. He continues to lap at your heat, shaking his head back and forth, his tongue repeatedly swiping over your clit. His mouth wraps around your bundle of nerves, sucking on it as he presses two fingers into your entrance.
“Oh my g-god.” You cry, your legs instantly twitching.
“Taste so fucking good.” He groans as he pulls away, his fingers pumping in and out of you at an extremely fast pace.
Your entire body feels ablaze as it’s wracked with pleasure. It takes merely seconds for your thighs to quiver and your toes to curl as your pussy squelches, your juices squirting out of you.
“Fuuuck.” You hear him mutter.
He pulls his hand away from you, taking his fingers in his mouth to clean them of your essence. Next, he’s grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it in your folds to coat it in your arousal. He puts the tip at your entrance and slowly pushes forward, watching your pussy squeeze around him.
Both of you moan as he bottoms out, and he only gives you a split second to adjust to him in this new position, before he’s thrusting in and out of you. Your mouth parts, lewd moans falling from it as he pumps in and out of you in such a rough manner.
“Chris.” You gasp, feeling him continuously hit your sweet spot.
His thrusts are quick and deep, your walls gripping him tightly as he shoves in and out. His hands are placed on your waist to keep you upright as he drills into you. The coil in your stomach is twisting and twisting, your face scrunched in pleasure as you take him. A continuous ‘ah, ah, ah’ sound leaves your mouth with every stroke.
Chris bites his bottom lip, furrowing his brows in concentration as he tries not to bust right then and there. Just the sight of your pussy sucking him in is almost sending him over the edge.
His hand wraps around your hair, tugging you up into him. Your back meets his chest, your skin sticking together as he continues to fuck you. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your jaw is slack. Your baby hairs are slick against your forehead, and your face is flushed.
His hand pulls your mouth open a bit more, his face hovering over yours. Your eyes open just in time to see him spitting in your mouth, and you can’t help but clench around his cock as you swallow.
“So fucking sexy, baby.” He groans, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing.
Tears well up in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure of him abusing your cervix. You fall back down, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Chris’ thrusts grow faster and harder, you walls going rigid around his cock.
The tightening in your stomach grows stronger before it snaps, and you’re cumming around his dick with a loud strung out moan. The pressure in your stomach soon dissipates as Chris helps your ride out your high. His thrusts fall sloppy as his orgasm sneaks up on him.
“M’bout to cum. Where do you want it?” He moans out.
“Inside.” You force out, clenching around him. “Please fill me up.”
His hips sputter at your words, and he groans as his cock twitches inside of you. “You’re so fucking nasty.”
He spews out a few curse words as he empties his load into you, painting your walls with his milky cum. He slowly pumps in and out of you a few more times, before pulling out altogether and falling beside you on the bed.
The two of you are left panting as you regather yourselves, knowing you have a house full of guests you need to tend to. You look over at him with a small grin, admiring the way his cheeks are flushed a rosy color, and the way his hair is sticking to his forehead.
Before sitting up, you lean over and hungrily kiss him as if you can’t get enough. You can’t. He moans into your mouth, before reluctantly pushing you away.
“Let’s get back out there before I fuck you again.” He forces out in a breath.
You sigh, nonetheless standing to redress yourself. You’ll have to clean up later. You both start putting your clothes back on. Then, he’s at the door waiting for you while you’re still looking for your panties.
“Chris! Where’s my underwear?” You ask.
“Hell if I know.” He shrugs, “Hurry up, we’ve been gone long enough.”
“Whose fault is that?” You retort as you look in the mirror, making sure you look presentable.
He smirks, smacking your ass as you walk out the door, “Yours for being so damn fine.”
You chuckle, shaking your head as you swat his hand away. The moment you both enter the living room, you’re parting from each other in order to look casual as if he wasn’t just balls deep in you.
You search for your friends, finding them talking to each other against the counter.
“Y/N, where have you been? I’ve been searching everywhere for you?”
Before you can even think to come up with something, Ash is pulling you aside, “Are you okay, have you been crying?”
Your face heats up at that, clearing your throat, “No, yeah, I’m fine.”
He stares suspiciously at you for a moment before nodding. He goes to lead you back to the group and, only then, do you notice how drunk he is from the way he’s stumbling.
“Ash, what the fuck?” You mumble.
“Yeah,” Asia begins, “He’s had a lot to drink. Speaking of, um, you’re out of vodka now.”
Your eyes widen at that information. Before you can say anything, Chris has his arm around Ash, helping him stand up.
“Here, come on. Let’s get you some fresh air.” He says, guiding him to the front door.
You furrow your eyebrows as you watch him, before ultimately turning back to your friends to see what they’ve been up to.
Chris stops Ash at the door, turning him back to see you guys. He pats him on the back, before pointing over at you, “See your little friend over there? Yeah, Y/N. Wanna know something funny? That entire time you were talking to her, my kids were dripping down her thighs.”
Ash’s head snaps over to Chris, his eyes wide, “What?!”
“Yep. Should’ve seen her, begging me to fill her up.” Chris grins, taunting the guy.
“You’re not serious.”
Chris smirks, digging in his pocket. He pulls out your black lacy panties, dangling them in front of Ash’s face. Only then do you look back over them, and your jaw drops as the two look from your panties over to you, Chris with a sinister look in his eyes, Ash with eyes wide as saucers.
“Oh my fucking god.”
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Forever yearning for a jealous, dominant Luke Hughes. I mean spitting in your mouth, edging, mirror sex, etc. I need the filthy, down bad luke.
Scenario: maybe you’re becoming close with one of the other players (completely innocent-just forming a friendship) but Luke doesn’t see it as that way…
👉🏻👈🏻
warnings (in no particular order): spit(!!), jealousy, dom!luke, edging, mirror sex, one (1!) slap to the face just for the enjoyment of my friend jo, spanking, drinking (technically underage hiii luke turn 21 already stop being lame), beating yourself up, pet names and nicknames as FUCK (always bro do y’all even know me), road head, face fucking, unprotected p in v, dare i say breeding kink, implied subspace, allusion to size kink (probably established size kink to be fair), I THINK THAT’S IT BUT I’M NOT SURE!
pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader
summary: the one when luke gets jealous at the bar and doles out a bit of a punishment (code: luke is insecure about his performance on the ice, so when his gf starts talking with another teammate who is her friend, he gets jealous and feels like he has to prove himself by making her feel good, but he’s still a dom bc HOTTTT)
wc: 6416
The Devils’ last game of the season was at home this year. There was no chance that they would make the playoffs and Jack was out in Colorado for his shoulder surgery, plus Luke’s parents weren’t able to make it from Michigan for his final rookie game. He was depending on you to be there, so there you were. You were cheering, you were yelling at the officials when they missed a call, you were laughing at Luke when he took a trademarked Hughes spill on the ice with barely anyone around him. Yeah, you were disappointed at the end of the game when the Islanders won (and it wasn’t even close), but it was just one game. It wasn’t the end of the world. It was a disappointment, but it wasn’t life-changing.
Luke, however, was much more upset with their performance when you met up with him after the game. He drove the two of you to the bar where the team was meeting for one last celebration before the off-season and he tried, he really did, to keep his complaints inside. He was stewing, just letting it well up inside of him and fester in the silence between you, until it spilled over.
“It should have been a better game,” Luke finally said, the harsh edge in his tone rubbing you in all the wrong ways. “We could’ve done more. If I had just–”
“Lu, baby,” you interrupted, voice soft. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I was out there the longest, other than Jake,” Luke argued. “They depend on me and I let them down.”
“You were only on the ice for one goal, Lu. You couldn’t have done anything about at least the other three.”
Your statement was not something he wanted to hear. Your boyfriend, sweet as he was, always saw the best in everyone else and the worst in himself. Where he could have been blaming Brendan for the loss, since Brendan was on the ice for three of the four goals, he was instead blaming himself. He was never one to hold a grudge against his teammates or his friends or his family, which was part of the reason why you were so in love with him.
He grunted instead of giving you a real response, but you knew it was coming from a place of knowing you’re right but still feeling hurt.
“I love you,” you told him, just a reminder that his performance would never affect your affection towards him.
“I love you too,” Luke replied, and you two fell back into silence. It was less tense this time, but his shoulders were still tense and he was frowning, almost pouting. He was so pretty, even now, but you hated how this expression marred his face.
When you pulled up to the bar, you were met by Luke’s teammates. While some of the men had gone home after the game, it was mostly the ones who had families. You knew their wives and girlfriends would have encouraged them to go out with the team rather than stay home with the kids, but you understood. If Luke had wanted to go straight home after the game, you would’ve gone with him and cuddled him until you fell asleep.
“Do you want to get out and get me a drink, baby, while I find parking?” Luke asked, always so considerate.
“Yeah,” you agreed easily, leaning over the center console to peck his lips before you left the car.
Waiting outside the entrance of the bar, Nico and John smiled as you got out of the car and walked over to them. You hugged each of them before entering the bar, Nico walking in ahead of you and John following you with a hand on your back.
It didn’t mean anything to you or to John, but when Luke watched John guide you into the bar before he drove away to search for a parking spot, something sharp and green poked at his heart.
Luke finally made his way into the bar about ten minutes after you walked in, and your face had lit up when you saw him like it had been much longer. He didn’t see you at first, so you had the chance to watch him scan the room. His brow was furrowed as he scanned each person’s features. You knew that he was trying to spot you without looking for the other boys at first, but it was proving difficult with how crowded the room had become.
Timo appeared at his side and patted Luke’s shoulder in greeting. Luke talked to him for a minute before Timo pointed your way. Luke’s face split with a smile when he saw you and he gave Timo a pat before beelining towards you.
You looped your arms around Luke’s neck when he joined you, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him.
“Gross,” Nico complained from next to you. “It’s only been a few minutes since you’ve seen each other.”
“You’re not in love,” Luke replied, snarky and sarcastic like he tended to be when it wasn’t just the two of you. He then turned to you. “Where’s my drink?”
“What a priority,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him. He pinched your side. “I sent Johnny to go get it.”
Luke’s expression changed for a split second before he schooled his features. You wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t so in tune with his emotions, experience that comes only after years of dating a person.
You let it go, knowing that it can’t be too important, or Luke would have said something. He knew you were friends with guys on the team. After being around them for almost a year, having moved out here with Luke at the start of his rookie year, it was bound to happen. Plus, Luke wasn’t the jealous type. He knew that you loved him and you’d love him forever, saying yes in a second if he chose to propose.
But to him, there was something about the way you said “Johnny” instead of John. It was that and John’s hand on your back as he guided you into the bar, on top of an already hard night, that had Luke questioning himself.
“I asked him to get you a rum and coke,” you said, tilting your head up to poke Luke’s nose with your own. “Is that okay?”
“It sounds good, thank you,” Luke replied.
You resume conversation with Nico, turning to face him but staying tucked into Luke’s side. He had a hand on your hip and the other accepted the drink that John handed Luke when he returned. He nursed it quietly for a while, engaging in conversation here and there, but mostly just enjoying his time with his friends.
The game was the last time that his whole team would be together like that, but this night out was the last time that his team, his friends, would be together in the way that mattered. Even if no one was traded, if no one changed in the slightest (except Jack, coming back from injury), things still wouldn’t be quite the same. It wouldn’t be his second year, his presence wouldn’t be new or exciting. He would have to try harder, do better, and be consistent to show that he wasn’t just an example of beginner’s luck.
He clutched you a little tighter to his side at that thought. He was comforted by the way that you melted into him, moving to lean back against his chest. Your hand covered his and the other polished off your drink. He took the empty cup from you and kissed your cheek before pulling away to toss your cup, and his, in the trash can behind him.
When he returned, he was taken aback by the sight before him.
You had stepped forward and were carding your fingers through John’s curls and Luke saw red before he saw the thoughtful look on your face. John had just said to you and Nico that he thought his hair was getting too long, too unruly. You didn’t agree– it was a good length, the curls were just settling into their shapes.
“I don’t think you should cut it, John,” you were saying before Luke grabbed your other wrist and yanked you towards him. “Luke!” You exclaimed, startled by the movement.
“Time to go,” Luke announced, loud enough that the other boys could hear. He clutched your wrist, not your hand, your wrist, and pulled you along as he stomped toward the exit.
“Luke, what is going on?” You asked, voice resounding in your ears like it’s much louder than it actually is.
Luke kept walking like he didn’t even hear you, pushing through the door and leading you down the block to the car. He opened your door for you and helped you in, but he slammed it shut once you were buckled into your seat. He rounded the car and opened his own door, glaring at you in a passing glance before settling into the driver’s seat.
“Lu,” you implored, pressing your hands against the top of your thighs.
When he didn’t reply, you tried again.
“Babe, talk to me–”
“I don’t want you to speak unless you’re spoken to,” Luke said. He refused to look at you. “You think you can touch John’s hair the way you touch mine? You’ll let him guide you into the bar the way I would? I’m not enough for you, huh, baby?”
You blinked, suddenly shifting up to sit a little straighter. Luke, your sweet angel Luke, the baby of his family who would never hurt a fly, who avoided hockey fights at every cost, had flipped his switch.
“Answer me. I asked you a question.”
“No, sir,” you said. Your eyes flickered down to where Luke’s knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You inhaled sharply as you made eye contact with the veins decorating the back of his hand.
“No?” Luke repeated, mocking. “I’m not enough for you?”
“No! Lu, you’re more than enough, you know you’re the only one I need.” Your words came out scrambled and you tripped over them.
Luke clicked his tongue, disapproval written all over his face. “Can’t even speak, can you?” He scoffed, reached down with one hand, and popped the button on his jeans. “Let’s put your mouth to a better use until you can find your words.”
“You’re driving,” you pointed out, casting a worried look at the road ahead of you.
“It wasn’t a question,” Luke threw you a glance. He looked back at the road, then back to you, this time holding your gaze. He cocked his head to the side, eyes softening for a moment. “Was it?”
“No,” you breathed out.
“Good girl.” A smile spread over Luke’s face and he turned back to the road. “Get to it.”
You clenched your thighs together and unbuckled your seatbelt so you could twist towards Luke and lean over the center console. You reached out to unzip his pants, but he knocked your hands away.
“I didn’t say use your hand. I said,” he paused, grabbing your hair and tilting your head up so your eyes met his, “Use your mouth.”
The noise that escaped you was involuntary. You moved forward that extra inch and carefully took Luke’s zipper in your mouth, dragging it down. His boxers were revealed by the action, but that was the extent of it.
“Come on,” Luke encouraged, growing impatient. What you couldn’t see from your position was the smug tilt of his mouth, knowing there was no way to get his cock out of his pants with just your mouth. “Take it out.”
“Can’t,” you whimpered.
“Oh, you can’t?” Luke mocked, feigning sympathy. “Poor baby needs my help, yeah?”
You nodded and hummed an agreement.
Luke’s grip tightened on your hair and he gave it a sharp tug. “Use your manners.”
“Please, Lu, help me,” you conceded.
“Help you what?”
“Help me take your cock out so I can suck you, please, sir.” Your voice was close to breaking, you were itching to get your mouth on him and make him feel good.
Luke obliged, revealing himself to you. You opened your mouth and he pumped himself twice just to tease you before slapping the lip of his cock on the flat of your tongue. He fed you his cock, returning his hand to your hair when you had taken as much of his length in your mouth as you could. He gathered your hair into a messy ponytail with his one hand, the other still on the wheel, and began to guide your head up and down.
You gagged when he guided you to his base, nose touching the fabric of his boxers around his cock, but the groan he let out made the discomfort worth it. It was low and desperate, just pure relief.
“Wanna fuck your mouth,” Luke breathed out, pulling you up so just the tip of his cock remained in your mouth.
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, swiping your tongue over his slit and relishing in the taste of his precum in your mouth.
He moaned aloud, the sound seeming to echo throughout the car. You could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips. You let out a sigh, suddenly overwhelmed with contentment for your situation. Luke was perfect. He was the perfect boyfriend, whether he was his soft and cuddly self or this dominant version of him that wasn’t afraid to tell you what to do, to communicate what he wanted.
“Would if I weren’t driving, too,” Luke mumbled, mostly to himself. “Fuck, baby, make me come. You know how.”
Luke returned both hands to the steering wheel and allowed you to move your head freely, to go at your own pace. You bobbed your head with enthusiasm, spit dripping down his shaft and soaking the fabric around him. You gagged at times, but the tight squeeze of your throat around him just added to Luke’s pleasure. He wasn’t shy about telling you how good you felt, either, making you more determined to make him come.
“Fuck, pull off,” Luke said, his voice a little shaky.
You couldn’t. You couldn’t, not when he was so close. The idea of having his come in your mouth, on your tongue, the manifestation of how you made him feel, was too alluring.
“Y/N, pull off,” Luke commanded, reaching down to yank you off of him by your hair. He clenched his jaw as he held you just far enough off his cock that you thought, with just one bump in the road, you could capture it again. He steered out of the lane and parked on the side of the road. “You don’t want to listen? You’re so cockdumb that you can’t follow my orders?”
All you could do was look at him, eyes wide.
He spoke through his teeth, never once blinking or breaking eye contact. “Since you want me inside you so bad, I’m gonna fuck your mouth until I come. You’re gonna take it. Even if you gag, even if you cry, I’m not going to stop until I come. Then, you’re going to sit back and buckle yourself in and I’m going to finish driving us home. You will not swallow. You’re going to hold my come in your mouth until I say so. Do you understand?”
Your jaw dropped at the words, the tips of your ears growing hot. “Yes, sir.” It’s nearly inaudible and you can feel your panties growing damper with just the thought of it– minute after minute ticking by, Luke’s come coating your tongue, not being able to speak or swallow. You’re completely under Luke’s control.
He leaned back in the seat and motioned toward his cock.
You allowed him to guide you onto his length again, getting comfortable with its size. You hollowed your cheeks and looked up at him, pausing your movements and staying statue-still.
A smirk took over Luke’s face. “That’s my girl.”
He took your head with both hands, keeping your hair out of your face and keeping you from moving an inch, and began to thrust into your mouth. It was sharp and hard and you tried to create a vacuum-type suction around his cock, as tight as you knew he liked it, but it was hard with the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat with every buck of his hips. You ended up gagging, and crying, and drooling all over his cock, just like Luke had said, and he fulfilled his promise that he wouldn’t stop.
“Look at you, making such a mess of yourself,” Luke scoffed. “Such a mess all over my cock, just to make me feel good. You’d let me do whatever I wanted, wouldn’t you, baby? You’d never let anyone else take you like this, just me, yeah? No one else gets to see you just leaking all over my cock because you’re mine.”
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that and the moan you released around Luke’s length caused his hips to stutter, made him unable to hold back his orgasm any longer. He came in stripes all over your tongue, some of it leaking down the back of your throat before you could stop it. He pulled you off of him and crashed his lips against yours, a close-mouthed kiss because you wouldn’t dare disobey, couldn’t handle the idea of disappointing Luke.
“My good girl,” Luke cooed when he pulled away.
You offered him a lazy smile, head foggy and bones mushy. You were sated, an elevated version of just happy, and so, so comfortable. You loved him. He was everything.
“I’m not done with you yet, am I?” Luke asked softly, thumbing over your bottom lip.
You shook your head.
“Open,” Luke said. “I want to see my come on your tongue.”
You hesitantly opened your mouth, pushing your tongue out so he could see the milky white substance coating the muscle.
Luke captured your cheeks with one hand and leaned in with the other holding your head in place. You stared at his eyes, which were watching your tongue as a line of his saliva mixed with the come in your mouth. When his eyes rose to meet yours, it was the embers of desire that made your head roll back and the instinct, the pure instinct of having something in your mouth, that caused you to swallow.
Your head snapped forward, eyes wide and not doe-eyed, not purposefully innocent to make Luke’s heart jump. No, your eyes were wide with worry because you disobeyed him. It wasn’t something you did to spite him or push him further over the line.
“I’m sorry.” The words leaked from your mouth and you scrambled to take Luke’s hand in yours, clutching his right with both of yours. “Luke, it was an accident, you know I’d never–”
His mouth was open in shock, briefly, before it snapped shut and his eyes twinkled with something downright predatory. His hand was limp in yours (though not pulling away) and he was still.
“But you did,” He interrupted. “You did.”
“I didn’t mean to.” You were trying to reason with him, but you knew the damage was done. Whatever he had planned for you when you got back to the house, it was going to be ten times worse now.
Luke just shook his head and removed his hand from your grasp, pulling back onto the highway and resuming the drive home. You weren’t far, the area around you looking more and more familiar with each passing second. The minutes stretched for what seemed like hours with Luke’s silence. You held your own hand nervously, pinching at the skin of you knuckles and avoiding Luke’s face. You couldn’t handle seeing the disappointment etched into his features.
Luke pulled into the garage of the apartment complex after just about five minutes. Suddenly, it hits you– you have the apartment all to yourselves tonight. There’s nothing to stop Luke, or you for that matter, from being as loud or as public as he wants. There’s a window in the living room, one that Luke mentioned after your last session. A spark traveled up your spine when you realize that tonight might be the night that he fucks you out in the open, for anyone to see.
When he shifted the car into park, Luke turned to you expectantly.
You apologized again, softly, once he looked at you.
His features softened then, seeing your apprehension. He reached out and took your hand. “Are you okay?”
“I feel bad that I didn’t listen,” you replied. Your eyes fell on your shoelaces, which were an off-white color after plenty of use. You made a note to yourself that maybe you should wash them soon. You wondered if they’d return to their original color. The shoes were much more interesting than looking up at Luke and meeting his eyes.
He tilted your head upward with a guided hand anyway. “You’re still my good girl,” he reassured. “Are you okay to keep going? Or do you want me to stop? I won’t be mad. Whatever you want, we can do it. We can leave this in the car and I can take care of you, baby.”
You could cry at his words, how great he is about your slip-up. You did want him to be sweet, but you knew that he needed this. He needed to work through whatever was going on in his mind and if he could just be in control of this, just for a little while longer, it would be so much easier for him later.
“I want to keep going,” you admitted.
“You know your word?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me?”
“Flower.”
“That’s right, baby.” Luke pecked your lips, but when he pulled back he was back to business. “Now, are you ready to listen to me?”
You nodded, eyes trained on his. Neither of you blinked, a silent contest that he ended up losing (something that would normally cause you to gloat, but now doesn’t seem like the right time).
“When you get to the apartment, you’re going to strip. You’re going to sit on the edge of our bed. You’re going to touch yourself while you wait for me and I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. If you come, and you know I’ll know if you do, you’re not going to come at all tonight. I want you to bring yourself right to the edge and stay there. Can you do that for me?” He spoke slowly and clearly, his voice gravely and dominant. He didn’t stumble over his words or pause and “um” like he did in interviews. No, this was when Luke was at his surest. This was when he knew exactly what to do, exactly what to say.
“I can do that,” you agreed, unbuckling your seatbelt and gathering your things.
“I’m going to give you a five minute head start.”
You nodded at Luke, opened your door, and left the vehicle. When you got up to the apartment, you didn’t bother to hang your coat or purse on the hooks Luke put up just for you. You didn’t put your shoes neatly like the door like you normally did. Instead, you dropped your belongings and kicked the shoes off one by one on your walk to the bedroom. You shed your clothing in a similar manner, leaving a trail behind for Luke to chuckle at when he walked in the door.
Fully naked, you stared at yourself in the mirror that faced your bed. You read once that it was bad luck to have a mirror face a bed, that your reflection could like… capture your soul, or something, but you kept the mirror there anyway because if there was anything Luke enjoyed, it was seeing himself fuck you in the mirror. He liked to watch you ride him in reverse cowgirl, so he could see your ass jiggle as you bounced on his cock with his own eyes and your whole body in the reflection.
Sometimes, his hands would drift up and he would hold your tits, watching how he could envelop them in his palms. You tilt your head to the side, watching your own hands slide up your body to do the same.
For everything you could imagine Luke doing, there your hands were trying to satisfy yourself. If you closed your eyes, you could convince yourself that it was him instead.
His cock would disappear into your pussy, thrusting in and out and causing you to whine. His fingers would circle your clit or pinch your nipples. He would palm your ass, or reach up to wrap his hand around your neck. He would reach just that spot…
You didn’t ever hear it when Luke opened the door and joined you in the room. He thought you knew he was coming, with the way you were whining his name and begging for him. Your eyes snapped open as he closed the door behind him and you quickly pulled your fingers out from inside of you.
Luke walked over to you and sank onto his knees between your legs. “Gimme a taste, love.”
You offered him your fingers, which he took into his mouth. He sucked on them softly for far too short a time, in your opinion, with the way his cheekbones became more prominent as he cleaned your fingers of your wetness.
“Tastes good,” he told you with a smile when he was finished.
“Thank you,” you replied, practically a whimper. Your chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing your heart in your chest. You were waiting, just waiting, for Luke to tell you what was next.
He rose to sit on the bed next to you, guiding you to shift over so you were sitting on his lap. “I’m going to spank you,” he whispered against your lips. “Just ten times. That’s all. It’ll go fast, but I’m not going to go easy on you. I know you can take it.” Luke kissed you again, snuck his tongue into your mouth for a quick, far too quick pass, before pulling back. “Turn over, baby, and lean over my knee, yeah?”
Your movements were slow, your brain turning foggy again like it was in the car. Luke helped you over his knee, still clothed. The contrast between how clothed he was and how naked you were almost made you drool. It was nearly embarrassing, being this down bad for Luke when he seemed to be completely fine, unaffected.
Luke snapped you out of your thoughts with a spank. The pain was only there for a split second before Luke was rubbing soothing circles over your skin. You shivered when he dipped his hand lower and trailed a finger through your folds.
“So wet,” he murmured.
You clenched down and he pulled away, only to deliver a second slap to your cheek. You shivered, goosebumps rising over your arms.
“So, baby, tell me,” Luke began, bringing down his hand again. “Why am I spanking you?”
He waited for you to answer before bringing his hand down again. “Because I swallowed– oh– when you told me not to.”
“Mhm. Why else?”
Another spank. Now, it was starting to sting. Your ass had turned a pretty shade of pink that caused Luke to bite his lip and run his hands over your skin, feeling the heat radiate off the surface.
You were quiet. You weren’t quite sure. Holding his come in your mouth had been the punishment for not pulling off when he told you to. You had been slow to say please in the car, but that wasn’t ever something Luke would punish you for, just something he’d remind you to do. “For, um…” You trailed off, not sure what to say.
Luke scoffed and spanked you three times, harsh enough that his handprint stayed imprinted on your body for longer than it normally did when he spanked you. You cried out, your head dropping and tears welling up in your eyes.
“‘For, um,’” he mocked. “You don’t know? You’re that fucking dumb that you can’t remember what happened less than an hour ago?”
“Lu, please,” were the words that escaped your mouth instead of an answer to his question. They were teary and he almost stopped, almost, just because of how your voice shook.
“Please what?” He spat, another slap echoing throughout the room.
“I don’t know,” You sobbed. “I don’t know why you’re mad at me.”
“Five more,” Luke warned you and you nodded.
It took a lot out of you, agreeing for five more, but Luke wouldn’t do anything he didn’t think you could handle.
“How about this, baby?” Luke said. Slap. “For touching John’s hair the same way you touch mine?” Slap. “For letting the boys guide you into the restaurant like you’re their girlfriend, not mine.” Slap. “For sending John off to get me a drink when I told you to do so?” Slap. “For not listening?” Slap. “For being a fucking brat?”
You wailed, slumped against Luke. He got a good look at you in the mirror, boneless over his knee. He took in the red skin of your ass, tracing the line of his raised handprint.
“You’re mine,” Luke continued, sounding off. You turned your head towards the mirror, eyes hazy but still able to make him out. He was waiting for you to look at him, for your eyes to meet his. “You can’t– you can’t treat him like he’s special.”
And suddenly, it all clicked. Luke was jealous because he was scared of the same thing you’d skated around in your conversation right after the game. Luke wanted to be special, wanted you to see him and need him. He needed you to need him, to let him take control and take care of you and decide things for you, all because he didn’t want to be the person who lost everything because he wasn’t good enough. Even the idea that John could possibly take Luke’s place, as preposterous as it was to you, sent Luke into a spiral.
“Fuck me, Luke,” you said, voice shaky and light because of the headspace you were in. “Take me. I’m yours. Prove it.”
Gently, so gently in contrast to his prior actions, Luke helped you up and lay you down on your back on the bed, placing a pillow under your hips. You lay there for a few minutes, blinking slowly and watching as Luke shed his clothes and rummaged through his dresser drawers for something. His back was to you and you smiled to yourself, too fucked out to let out a giggle, at his backside. When Luke turned around, two of his gameday ties in hand, he cocked his head to the side at your smile.
“What are you smiling about?” He asked.
“Boy butts are so funny,” You answered. “They’re just so small. Like… where are your hips, Lu?”
Luke blinked a few times, then shook his head. “Oh my God, you’ve lost it.”
“I’ve been thinking it. We need to get you in the gym.”
“You’re being a brat.”
“And your butt is small.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Luke scoffed. He had walked to the bed and was tying one of your hands to his headboard.
“I’m waiting.”
Luke huffed out a laugh at your response. “You’re making it hard to dom you, baby.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, was the road head not enough?”
Luke shushed you, moving to your other hand and tying that one with the other tie.
“What about the spitting in my mouth and spanking me?” You continue, goading him.
Luke crawled up your body, kissing up your stomach and chest and neck as he went.
One more sentence, and he wouldn’t find it so difficult to dominate you for this final stretch.
He’s hovering over your lips, his breath fanning out over them.
“I bet Johnny could do it better.”
Luke pulled back, jaw dropped. His mouth returned to a strait line and his eyes turned murderous. There it was, there’s the dominance that he thought he lost.
You smirked at him, proud of yourself for the comment you made, until Luke’s palm made contact with your cheek. Your head turned with the impact and you swore your heart stopped. You were too surprised to say anything. As the seconds of silence passed where you and Luke just stared at each other, same shocked expression on your face, you realized: huh. That’s not so different from when he spanks me.
Then, another second after that: That was kind of… hot.
“Are you okay?” Luke breathed out. He’s practically frozen in place.
“Yeah,” you replied. “Oh my God, Luke, yeah.” You pulled on the restraints above you, itching to get him inside of you. You circled your legs around his waist and raised your hips, trying to make contact with him. “Fuck, Lu, that was so hot, please fuck me.”
Luke blinked twice and searched your face for any discomfort, anything that would show him that you were upset or hurt by his slap. He hadn’t even done it intentionally, just driven by the pure rage of you mentioning John, saying that John could be better for you than Luke was.
It wasn’t until your wiggling hips caused his cock to make contact with your weeping pussy that he began to move.
He started by pinning your hips down.
“Greedy,” he chastised.
“I need you in me, don’t treat me like I’m made of glass,” you whined.
Luke positioned himself at your entrance and snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one fell swoop.
It knocked all the breath out of you. Even after dating Luke for ages, his size still surprised you.
“How’s that, huh? Can you feel me? Do you think I’m treating you gently?” Luke asked, grinding his teeth as he fucked in and out of you. His skin was slapping against yours and he moved one of our legs so your knee was thrown over his shoulder. “You think Marino could fuck you like this?” He practically spat out John’s name, disgust coating each syllable.
“Probably,” you quipped, your voice snarky. You were itching for Luke to slap you again, or something, because he wasn’t giving it everything. He was still shaken up by the fact that he hit you at all.
“‘Probably,’” He repeated, incredulous. “You’ll never know, will you, baby?” He snaps his hips harder, faster. “This is my pussy. It only gets wet for me, you only spread your legs for me, you can be a slut all you want but only in the confines of these four walls. You can be bad, only right here… where I’m able to fuck. it. out. of you.”
You moan, wanton and long in the back of your throat. Your hands are aching to grab his hair, to twist the curls between your fingers. “Lu, my hand,” you told him.
“What about it?” He asked, not slowing his pace.
“Untie it, please!”
Luke looked down at you, confused. “Why?”
You whined, keening as your back arched and you squeezed his cock. “Need to get a hand on you, Lu, fuck. Wanna pull your hair. So pretty, so much prettier than John’s.”
“Oh,” he whispered, his stomach turning. He reached up to undo the knot, trying to continue to fuck you and untie it at the same time. When your hand came free, it immediately found purchase in his curls. Your fingernails scraped his scalp and his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he bucked into you with uncoordinated thrusts. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. “Gonna make me come.”
“Please,” you begged. “Inside me, inside me–”
Your vision went white and your pussy was like a vice around him as you came.
“Yeah, yeah,” Luke agreed, voice strained. He watched the bliss wash over your features and whined. “Fuck you til you’re full, show everyone you’re all mine.”
It’s the thought of pumping his seed into you, making you round with his child, that sends Luke over the edge. No one would think to take you from him then, not that you’d ever go. No one would ever be able to call you theirs like he could call you his, not when he’s fucked you full, not when you’re carrying his baby.
“So perfect for me,” Luke mumbled in your ear, collapsing on top of you as he came down from his orgasm.
“Just for you, Lu.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” You paused, rubbing his back. “You know we have to talk about this, right? You’re more than enough and I don’t want you to feel insecure anymore.”
Luke pulled himself out of you, wincing at the sensitivity. “Can we talk about it tomorrow? I think we could both use some rest.”
He got up from the bed and walked into his bathroom, grabbing a towel and coming back to wipe you clean.
“Can it wait that long?” You fixed him with a look of concern.
“Baby.” Luke cut his eyes at you, then finished wiping you down. “It can wait until tomorrow.”
You shrugged. “Okay,” you agreed, then made yourself comfortable, pulling the covers over your body. You turned over, back to Luke, and spoke like it was an afterthought. “I loved it when you slapped me, you know.”
Luke groaned, leaned over to give you a kiss on your cheek. “I’m sorry I was mean.”
“Mmm, mean Luke gets me hot just like sweet Luke,” you replied. You turned your head and kissed his lips. “I like sweet Luke more, though. Sweet Luke cuddles me while I’m asleep.”
Luke laughed, going to toss the dirty towel in the dirty clothes hamper. “Sweet Luke will be back to cuddle you after he brushes his teeth,” he said.
When he returned, your breath was even and you had already fallen asleep, the ghost of a smile still gracing your lips. Luke bit his tongue, joined you under the covers, and threw his arm over the curve of your waist. Within just a few minutes, he was fast asleep next to you, softly snoring with his nose pressed into your hair.
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Low grunts enter your ear while you were lapping at Hobie's cock in your bedroom.
Hobie just came home from fighting, so you decided to relieve some of his pain with a mental-breaking blowjob. The way his hips sloppily thrust into your mouth, his arm resting on his forehead. His free hand tangles into your hair, pushing your head into his dick.
''Mhm, yeah take it all. Fuck.'' Hobie groans when you swirl your tongue around his cock, his eyes closing from your hot mouth. Your moan from the mixed taste of his pre and your spit. Your hands grip his thighs, leaving a few crescents on his skin.
His hands played with your hair, while yours play with his balls. ''Loosen your mouth 'fo me- there you go. Shit-'' His head throws back, revealing the choker that decorated his neck; slightly covering the hickeys you left earlier.
Your hands trail down your panties, your fingers rubbing your clit. You could feel yourself tighten around nothing, your panties drenched from Hobie's voice. Your eyes travel from his face to the happy trail that decorated his body.
Hobie's hands took off from your head, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. The bright light from the phone caused him to squint as his fingers glided over the camera icon.
''Smile for me, wanna take a picture of your pretty face drenched with my cum.'' Hobie's eyes widened when he saw your canine teeth, sharp and keen.
His mind wandered away, thinking about how your teeth pierced his neck.
Hobie's hands grip the phone tighter, the veins in his hands showing. ''Fuck, keep smiling like that for me- so fucking sexy.'' Hobie's free hand tucks the hair away from your face, his finger opening your mouth to see your sharp fangs.
''Your mouth looks so good around my cock. Fuck- can't wait to fill you up.'' Your mouth takes his fingers inside, your tongue swirling around it.
''Bite me.''
Your eyes widen at his request, slightly smirking at his words. You separate your mouth from his cock, biting his finger. Small blood drips from his fingers, your tongue sucking it off of his mouth. A small grunt leaves his mouth when you suck the wound on his finger.
''Fuck, 'm gonna cum.''
His hands take your hair, leading your mouth to his cock. You opened your mouth, taking his length into your mouth. ''You taste so good Hobie.'' Your words muffle from his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip of his dick.
His thrusts into your mouth only quickened when you revealed your teeth to him, chasing his own climax. ''Fuck, close. I'm close- Shit-'' Hobie's hands intertwine with your hair, guiding your head up and down on his cock.
''You look so fucking sexy smilin' like that- fucking hell.''
''Swallow it- take it all.''
He moans once he reached his orgasm, spurts of cum decorating your throat with white and sticky cum. Cum leaks out of the sides of your mouth as your fingers collect his essence, licking up the cum. Your teeth show when you smirk, straddling Hobie.
''Ride me, fuck- ride me. Need you on me.'' His hand throws his phone somewhere on the bed, resting his hand on your thigh. You sink down on his cock, his cock entering inside of you.
You didn't expect Hobie to react like that, he's probably seen your teeth when you eat, but you actually never smiled around him.
But the smile on your mouth only grew when his face looked so pathetic when he entered you. Sweat droplets cause some hair to stick to your forehead, his hot breathing almost steaming up the room.
''Bounce on that cock- So tight.'' Your head throws back when you felt his cock inside of you, hitting that godly spot that made your thighs shake. ''Hobie...''
''I'm here baby. I'm gonna take care of you, yeah?'' Hobie grabs your hips and flips you both, pinning you on the bed.
''Needa make my baby cum.'' Hobie's hands rest on the pillow, his hands gripping the sheets. He kisses you, as his hips snap against yours.
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Secrets Out Pt.1 (Wendy x Seulgi)
Wendy (Step Sister) is back X Seulgi X Male Reader
Tags: Shower Sex, Risky Sex Blowjob, Double Blowjob, Spitting, Deepthroat, Daddy Kink, Threesome, Riding, Face Sitting and much more!
This is a series which is continuing off from The Bog Reveal which is a 3 part Smut. Hope you guys enjoy.
(Y/n’s POV)
Ugh school… WHY?! I just want to be glued to my bed all day.
“Honey? Wake up, time for school.” Really mom?
Just kill me honestly. After finally getting up from my comfortable bed I should be sleeping in, I grabbed myself a change of clothes before heading out to have a shower. There’s only one problem… My Sister is in the shower already.
Last weekend. One of the craziest things ever happened. What is it you ask? Well to keep it short and sweet, I not only fucked my big sister Wendy, but I also got to fuck her hot friends too.
I could remember every single second of it. Even after that Wendy and I would mess around. Speaking of Wendy… I look around to make sure the coast is clear. Good! I’m gonna get in and surprise her.
(Wendy’s POV)
Nothing more like starting off the morning with a nice warm shower. I love the feeling of the water dripping down my body… and feeling Y/n’s cock inside me- okay wait what?! Fuck!
That dumbass really got me needing him more. Oh who am I kidding, I’ve always been needing him. I even sucked his dick under the table while having dinner with our mom there as well. Luckily she didn’t catch us.
I’m getting wet. I-I… need him. I slide my hands down to my pussy, rubbing it just like how he does it to me.
“Mmm Y/n I need you’re touch.” I moan softly to myself.
“I see you can’t stop thinking about me sis.” My eyes widened.
I turn around, see Y/n and before I could scream he covers my mouth and pins me against the shower glass. I look up into his eyes.
“Shhh mom will hear you.” He whispers. Even the way he talks is making me more wet.
He finally removed his hands and I cover my body.
“What are you doing here dumbass?!” I asked him and he rolls his eyes.
“Come on, you’re really coving up even though I’ve seen you naked before when we fuck?” This tease.
I slap his arms and continued to wash up as I tried to ignore him. I felt him hold me from behind, feeling his hands roam around my body. Fuck Y/n you’re killing me. I bite my lip hard trying not to give him a reaction he wanted out of me.
“Come on, don’t you need my touch sis?” H-his hands! His rubbing my pussy.
“S-shut up and let’s hurry and finish up before mom suspects something.” I tell him but he doesn’t listen. No surprise there since he barely listens to me.
“Shhh she won’t.” I felt his lips on my neck. It turned me on so much I even let out a little moan. He smirks against my skin.
“You like that don’t you?”
“S-shut up you perv.” I tell him as he keeps going.
I felt his cock press against my ass. This fucker! You know what? Two can play that game!
(3rd Person View)
Wendy turns and Kisses Y/n deeply while stroking his cock slowly making him harder and turned on. They pull away as they look into each others eyes
“Hurry up and fuck me!” Wendy whispers.
And with that, no hesitation from Y/n as he turns her around again, bends her over as she was against the shower glass once again. He lines himself up along her pussy and slides into her.
Y/n let’s put a grunt while Wendy let’s put a moan as she feels him deep inside her. Y/n grabs her hips and start to thrust deep and hard as their bodies slap against each others.
“You fucking like that Wendy? You like when bro fucks you so good?” He slams into her harder causing her to roll her eyes back.
“Y-yesifuckingloveit!” She moans uncontrollably.
Y/n gives Wendy a light spank on her ass, leaving a mark which she didn’t mind at all as she was filled with lust.
“F-fuck you’re so deep inside of me!” She moans and looks over her shoulder at her brother.
(Y/n’s POV)
A knock can be heard and we both look at each other.
“Don’t stop.” She whispered to me which I nodded and keep fucking her tight pussy.
“Wendy, are you okay in there?” Mom asks her.
“Y-yeah mom I’m fine just- f-fuck!” She moans leaving mom confused. I chuckled.
“Calm down mom will catch us.” I whispered and tease her more while fucking her faster and deeper. She turns and slaps my hand.
“S-shut up dumbass!” She whispered to me.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Y-yes mom I’m okay. I-I feel s-so… s-so fucking good right now.”
“W-well okay. I’m off to work now, make sure your brother gets ready. I love you.” She says before leaving.
“Love you too!” She yells back.
Mom leaves and she pulls my cock out of her before turning to me and said…
“Take me to your bed and fuck me!”
(A little time skip)
We finish up and Wendy raises from between my legs, wiping her mouth.
“Thanks for giving me my breakfast baby boy.” She winks after swallowing my load I shot into her mouth.
She leaves my room, telling me to hurry up and get ready. What a great way to start the morning.
I put in my clothes get my bag and keys then wait for Wendy. She comes down a few minutes later and see her with a nice, beautiful dress which looked so sexy on her. The things I’d do to her right now with that dress on.
“You look beautiful Wendy.” I tell her causing her to blush and look away. I chuckled.
“T-Thanks dumbass. We also gotta pick up Seulgi on the way to school. She needs a ride.” She tells me which I didn’t mind at all.
We head over to Seulgi’s and she comes out with a nice blue dress that looked absolutely fucking great on her. Look at her curves!
She enters the car with a big smile and puts on her seat belt.
“Hi Y/n! Hey Wendy!” She greeted us warmly.
“Hey baby, you look really great today. Love that dress you got on.” I flirt. Wendy doesn’t seem to like it when I flirt with her friends.
Seulgi blushes and bites her lip.
“Okay not now! Let’s get to school before we arrive there late.” In a rush are we sis?
“Yes ma’am I’m on it.” I start to drive.
“You’re annoying you know that?” She rolled her eyes.
“So how was the sex on his bed this morning?” Seulgi asks with a teasing smirk which caused her to get a slap on the arm by Wendy.
“Y-you weren’t supposed to mention what I told you in front of him!” She scolds her.
“Oww okay okay!” Seulgi rubs her arm.
“Wendy relax. You okay Seulgi?” I asked her and she nodded.
“W-Wendy? Could I maybe have your brother again?” She asks.
“Eww what?! No!”
“Oh come on, you’ve got to have so many turns with him and plus, I’ve been missing the feeling of him inside me.” She looks over at me and I wink at her.
“I missed that feeling too.” I tell her.
“Okay first of all, I’m right here, and secondly, I’m not just gonna sit aside and watch you guys fuck! We got school to go too!” Wendy isn’t a fan of being late to school.
“Who said anything about watching when you can join us?”
“Yeah she’s right sis come on.” Why does Wendy have to be a party pooper?
“No! That’s final.” She looks out the window as silence fill the car.
(Meanwhile)
Slurping, choking, moaning and spitting. If you haven’t guessed it yet, Wendy changed her mind last second and here we are, in the backseat all together, naked as they share my cock.
“Mmm that’s it keep sucking just like that. You’re so good at this Seulgi.” I smile and praise her as she winked and bobbed her head all the way down my length.
My cock hits the back of her throat which felt like I was in a dream world. She chokes and pulls away to catch her breath then spits on my shaft. Meanwhile, Wendy was doing fucking amazing with my balls in her mouth. I could feel her tongue just run circles around each of them and felt the vibrations on my balls from her moans.
They both switch as Wendy takes me into her mouth and Seulgi taking my balls.
“Mmm you like that huh perv? You like the way your big sis sucks your big fat cock?” Wendy smirked as she continued to blow me.
“Shut up and just keep sucking.” I lean my head back in pleasure.
They keep going until they eventually pull away.
“Lay down daddy. I wanna show you how a good girl rides.” Seulgi really turns me on with the way she talks.
I listen and lay down as she straddles my lap and Wendy straddles my face with her pussy. Fuck what a time to be alive. Without wasting time. Seulgi slumps down on my cock, riding like there’s no tomorrow while Wendy sits her ass on my face. Moans fill out the car but Seulgi let’s out a scream.
“Ahhh fuck Y/n your cock is deep inside of me! I-it’s so big!” She yells in complete pleasure.
“S-Seulgi be q-quiet… p-people might hear- f-fuck right there! Fuck me with your tongue baby boy!” She let’s out a yell as well as she couldn’t help herself.
I grip Seulgi’s hips and squeeze onto Wendy’s ass. The car was shaking like crazy with the way they were both riding me. They both switch places as Wendy rides me as I get a taste Of Seulgi’s soaked pussy.
“F-fuck bro! Your dick is so good.”
“K-Kiss me Wendy.” They both pull each other into a heated make out, moaning into each other’s mouths.
Having Wendy and Seulgi is one of the best things in the world, but how could I forget Joy? Yeri? And Irene? Having all five is so much better but hey, I’m not complaining.
After a while of riding both my face and cock, I felt Seulgi release onto my face and Wendy onto my cock.
“Ahhh f-fuck yesss y/n!” The both moan before getting off of me.
They both look at me with a stare full of lust and smile.
“Daddy still needs to cum. How about we help your brother unload?” She looks at Wendy with a smirk.
“You read my mind. Don’t be afraid to let it all out baby boy.” She winks and they both get in between my legs just like before and lick up from the base to my tip slowly.
The both kiss my tip and stop as Wendy takes her phone out.
“Let’s make a video for our girls. You wouldn’t mind taking the video do you baby boy?” Wendy looks up at me.
“Not at all.” I say and smile as I take the phone and hit record.
They kiss my tip again.
“Hey girls. You’re missing out. Too bad you guys can’t be here.” They both tease the other girls and down my cock into their mouths.
They both take turns slurping my cock and occasionally spit on it before making out with my cock in the middle. I was going completely crazy. Watching them pass my cock around to each other like it was delicious food.
“Give us your cum baby boy.” Wendy strokes me.
“Give it all to us daddy. Give us your big yummy load. Shoot it down our throats.”
Their dirty talk is fucking amazing I can feel myself getting closer… and closer… and-.
“I-I’m gonna cum. Open up!” I tell them and they listen and do what I said.
They open their mouths and smile as they both wait patiently for my load. They both stroke me which took me into another dimension.
I watch as my load shoots out and down their throats but some hitting their beautiful faces. They smile and giggle as they start to play with my cum and share it. These girls are crazy. They make out before swallowing my cum and show the camera that there was none left but a mess still on their faces.
“See you guys soon.” They both blow a kiss and wink before I end the video. Wendy takes her phone and sends it to Joy, Irene and Yeri.
Seulgi cleans her face and lick the remaining cum off her fingers. Wendy does the same and looks up at me.
“You made a mess dumbass. Lucky you, I don’t mind cleaning it off.” She smirked.
They both get up and sit on each of my legs and lean in for a three way kiss. We made out for what felt like ages before we pull away to catch our breaths.
“Let’s get to class now.” Seulgi says and we nodded as we all get our clothes back on and head into the school.
We head to our classes which of course, we all received a detention. Was it worth it? Fuck yeah it was. I’m also glad we didn’t get caught. Word does go around pretty quick.
(Unknown POV)
What the fuck?! I just witnessed Y/n fucking Seulgi… and his step sister in his car?! I heard screams in the parking lot and decided to check it out, that’s when I saw the scene happen in front of my eyes.
I recorded most of it. I can’t wait to show the girls… though, looking through the video, Y/n’s dick is making me… wet. Fuck I wonder how he feels inside- okay enough! I got to get out of here and change my panties.
To be continued!
I’m so so sorry I took so long to put something out. Personal reasons that prevented me to do so. But I’m back and hope I can be consistent like how I was before. I hope you guys enjoyed and sorry if it was a little shorter than expected but I wanted to get rid of the cobwebs when it comes to writing. Again I hope you enjoyed and… this is only the beginning.😉
(If there’s any errors please let me know and I’ll fix it. Thank you!)
#kpop smut#kpopidol#red velvet x male reader smut#seulgi x male reader#seulgi smut#red velvet wendy#wendy smut#Wendy x male reader
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in order to not spam you i’m spit firing all my obx thoughts while i have the chance
-jj calling reader pooch (i love it so bad)
-john b x reader x jj.
- threesome w pope and jj
-rafe fingering bunny!reader
-popular reader who’s in love with pope
- needy sex w john b after he’s been away
thank you and until i’m allowed to send asks again
-sweetheart anon
lemme give my quick thoughts on all of these 😭
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• jj calling reader ‘pooch’
it’s my fav jj nickname for puppy, i love writing about it <3 pooch just sounds more like a princess pup who gets spoiled, and he probably calls puppy!reader pooch when she’s being pampered or acting a little spoilt. i just think it’s sweet n comedic like jj <3
• john b x reader x jj
i miss writing it so much !! i feel like that au used to be like, the main thing on my blog for a while !! we need to start talking about it again bc it was such a favourite !! the dynamic between the three is just so great — i think the last we spoke of it was the roadtrip au!
• threesome with pope and jj
the difference in personalities is alot to play with here. my first thoughts on this dynamic is always pope with his actual girlfriend who is always getting teased by jj, to the point where it definitely borders on flirting. pope feels like he should feel threatened and perhaps at first he does — but he’s so physically comfortable with jj that he starts to consider exploring things sexually. jj would definitely be on board with zero convincing needed !! he loves pope and wants to be respectful, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t jacked one out thinking about popes pretty shy gf on her back looking all guilty whilst she takes his dick :(
• rafe fingering bunny!reader
i always see this as a quick fix for bunny when she’s being needy in public. he can’t give her his dick all the time, sometimes he just needs to find a quicker solution. things would get out of hand at the country club when she’s clinging onto his arm telling his friends alarming facts about their sex life because she’s in that mood — until rafe has to press a hand over her mouth and march her to a toilet cubicle where he quickly makes her cream on his fingers whilst scolding her and telling her she better start behaving after she cums :(
• popular reader who’s in love with pope
this trope is always funny because it’s like everyone can see it but pope. she’d be all over him, clinging to his arm, finding him at every party practically throwing herself at him and pope is just trying so hard to be respectful and when asked about it he’s always like “nah, she’s just friendly. she gets like that.” and jj is literally on the verge of exploding like “dude. you’re supposed to be the smart one okay how can you not see that this chick is begging — no, dying for it. she wants you to give her that heyward special bro. please swoop on that. you’re killing me!” and popes like oh. what? no. she’s not— no—
• needy sex with john b after he was away
this is very puppy!reader coded <3 she’d pounce on him as soon as he’s through the door to the chateau and doesn’t care if the other pogues are in tow behind him, jumping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and humping up and down as she kisses him all drooly and desperate, teeth clashing. he’d literally be like “woah, okay— hi. hi baby.” smiling so hard as he pulls back but she hasn’t got time for introductions!!!!! get that dick out!!!!!!!
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doodoo fart 🦨 would you still love me if I was bald?
Rintaro doesn’t even get a chance to finish the water his sipping before he spits it back out, choking on it as he laughs aloud in front of his teammates.
The entire team turns to look at him, a brow cocked in confusion while he chuckles amongst himself.
Komori is the first to smile and chuckle himself, “something you’d like to share with the group, Suna?”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before shaking his head, never being one to share your discussions with the group. He has an image, okay, and you being an absolute cracked menace is going to bring that image down one day- this, he’s convinced of.
“The better half’s just funny is all,” he says casually, watching his team begins to chatter once again in the locker room. Komori gives him an unconvinced, yet understanding look before letting him back to his phone where he’s finally able to face your
SENT is there something I need to be prepared for when I get home?
doodoo fart 🦨 depends on how you reply
would you
still love me
if i was bald
SENT I feel like this is a trap.
doodoo fart 🦨 you’re the one who leaves me alone all the time
im bound to fuck around when you’re gone.
Once again, Rintaro laughs to himself before he rises to excuse himself from the crowd. The possibility of you being bald is plenty to excite him and his amusement, wondering if you’ve done something unholy to your poor head.
He thinks you’d be hot with no hair. And wash days would just be such a breeze. Maybe there’s some merit to your potential madness.
He presses the small button to FaceTime you, settling up a small distance from the door- you’ve both been known to say some unsavory things, the last thing you need is to give Washio another reason to retire.
The phone rings once, twice, and a third before you answer, your ugly stunning face filling his screen. To his shame, his eyes immediately dart to the scalp of hair that still adorns your head, and he bites his lip as you cackle a victorious cheer.
He’s been duped by your stupid ass.
“I knew you’d take my bait,” you snicker. He laughs as he’s caught red handed, poking his tongue in the corner of his mouth while you laugh. “You think you’re soooo slick, like you aren’t obsessed with me. You aren’t shit, bro.”
“I’ve been letting you hang out with the twins too much,” he snickers, leaning against the brick wall of the stadium. “Though I would’ve scream-laughed if you answered the phone and was completely bald.” You snort and he cards a massive hand through his sweaty hair, “there a reason you triggered a panic response in me at-“ he pauses and looks at the clock in the corner of his phone “15:44 on a Tuesday?”
“Because you’re cute when you’re panicked,” you hum, and he gives you his signature blank stare before chuckling when you laugh. “I mean it! Your pupils go a little dilated, you card your hair until it’s all fluffy, and you get this adorable blush-“
“I got it, you pay attention to me,” he groans, hand scrubbing down his face. “You’re so embarrassing.”
“You love me so much, man.”
“Shut up-“
“Truly living rent free in that noggin.”
“I’m gonna tell Komori on you.”
“Good, he’ll tell you the same thing,” you snort, and Rintaro shakes his head, grinning, as a sign of waving his white flag. “Go back to practice, booger. I’ll bug you later.”
“Promise?” He says, smiling while you give him a fake gag.
“After that, I don’t know.”
“I’ll take those odds.” He chuckles again before murmuring a soft ‘love you’ and hanging up; he pockets his phone and makes his way back into the arena.
Bald or not, and as much as he hates to confess it, he does adore your stupid ass and the antics that come with it.
Ugh.
#I do love this bitchass#suna rintaro#suna rintaro fluff#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintaro x gn!reader#suna rintaro x reader fluff#suna rintaro imagine#suna rintaro haikyuu#suna#suna fluff#suna x reader#suna x gn!reader#suna x reader fluff#suna imagine#suna haikyuu#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x reader fluff#haikyuu x gn!reader#haikyuu x gender neutral reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x yn
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𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 | 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐉
cw: gn reader, oral (male receiving), experienced reader, inexperienced tomas, mentions of masturbation, deepthroating, pushed my sub/bottom tomas agenda into this, pet names, cum swallowing, minors dni!
wc: 977
a/n: LOL my occasional shift between the lin kuei bros had me thirsting for tomas this time. i've also been wanting to write something for tomas so i could use the nickname "tommie" ... so thank @euphoricbi (twinnem) for unlocking this vision for me, enjoy <3!
just imagine tomas receiving head for the first time.
his eyes didn't know where to look and he didn’t know what to do with his hands. tomas was sitting on the sofa with his legs parted, allowing you to slot between them on your knees. he’d never felt so aroused before… this was so much better than the nights he spent stroking his cock whenever he was alone and feeling needy (while thinking about you).
being able to look down and see you beneath him– his cock glistening with your spit as you kissed and licked over every inch –it was something he wanted to keep stored in his memory forever. the only problem was that he couldn’t keep his eyes on you due to his own shyness. his blue orbs scattered to so many places, especially the walls and the ceiling. poor tomas even had the same situation with his hands. one moment his hands were gripping the cushions, and the next moment he would be fidgeting with his fingers and trying to hide his face.
you never took your eyes away from his face as you tried to be attentive as possible. his whimpers and moans were so adorable, but you needed him to relax some more. for a moment, you part your lips from his cock, making him shiver and look down at you again. “relax, tommie,” you place a kiss on the tip of his flushed cock, making him unintentionally jolt his hips up, “you can keep your hands on me, yeah?” your tone was soft enough for him to simmer down a little bit and remove the tense feeling that was coursing through his body. the czech assassin hesitantly nods and prepares himself for the feeling of your lips wrapping around his cock once again.
“fuuuck…!” his voice was shakey as your lips suctioned around his tip, swirling your tongue around it and collecting the bitter pre-cum that continued to slowly spill out of his cock. tomas already felt as if he was in heaven just from this action. your glossy lips looked so delicate on his rock hard member like this… and your eyes– there was no doubt that he was captivated by you.
tomas didn’t want to disobey your words from those few moments ago and nervously placed his shaking hands on the sides of your face, stroking your cheek bones ever so gently. he kept his hold on you, enjoying the feeling of his hands staying in one place despite not being able to cover his crimson dusted cheeks. the eye contact he held with you was something so mesmerizing, and you were the only thought clouding his mind– nothing else.
you could notice his volume become somewhat louder, making you let out a pleased hum. the vibrations felt so sensitive around his tip, making him gasp. “that.. feels s’ good–” even with the vulgar act he was partaking in, his voice somehow still managed to sound so innocent and angelic. for only a split second, you break your eye contact with him to close your eyes and focus as you sink lower and lower, until all of this length is in your mouth. the tip of his cock sat comfortably at the back of your throat. “w-wait!– if you keep.. doing that…!” you knew he must've been close just from the feeling of being fully engulfed in your wet cavern.
his hips couldn’t stay still as he unthinkingly rutted up into your throat, causing your gag reflex to react once or twice. and the sound of you gagging around his dick only made tomas feel more turned on if that was even possible. he hadn't even noticed how his brows were furrowed and his fingers were now laced tightly in your hair– he was really getting into it now. you raise your head and let his cock free from your mouth once again. his dick was fully coated and had a string of saliva that connected from his tip to your lips. you had full intentions to make your cute little tomas cum, especially once you were able to sense his efforts of trying to last longer. maybe he didn’t want this to end too soon? how cute.
you take a hand of yours to slowly pump tomas’ cock, making him hiss in pleasure, “i want you to cum in my mouth, okay tommie? and i want you to give me every last drop so i can drink it all up.” your voice dripped with lust and the lin kuei assassin could have came on the spot just from hearing you talk, but he wanted to be a good boy for you– he needed to wait so that he could cum in your mouth.
instead of doing it hesitantly again, he eagerly nods his head this time. “mhm, i promise i will–” he whimpers and you start to bob your head up and down on his cock, swirling your tongue around it while your same hand continues to stroke the areas your mouth doesn't cover this time. his hips start to mindlessly thrust and you adjust to try and find and match the rhythm he had. his grip on your hair never loosened up and only got tighter, meanwhile his eyes were closed as his head leaned back in pleasure. his cries never stopped flowing from his mouth, “i, i’m– haah, fuckkk!.” tomas failed to complete his warning as his cock spilled all of his seed inside your mouth.
you gently suckle on the tip and watch tomas as his head tilts back down to look at you– his eyes were glossy as his hips tried to pull away from how sensitive he was. once deciding to ease away, you make sure he watches you swallow all of his load.
“you taste so good, baby.. wanna go again?”
#tomas vrbada#tomas vrbada x reader#tomas vrbada smut#smoke mk#smoke x reader#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat smut
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Now you’re stuck
Neteyam(19) x human fem reader (19)
Warnings: SMUT, oral, fingering, spit, praise kink, cursing, rut Neteyam, aggressive Neteyam.
You grew up in pandora with the sullys. Unlike spider, you were more of a lab kid. You didn’t like going out much unless you absolutely had to. There was too much war going on for your liking, so you decided it was safer inside. Nevertheless, you were just as close to the sullys as spider was. The sully kids would come in the lab to visit you every single day. However, Today was a-little different.
“Wassup, bro??!” Lo’ak walked over to you with a smile, sitting ontop of the desk infront of you.
“Lo’ak, my guyyyyy. Wassup!” You extend your hand to do the handshake you taught him.
“Hey, y/n” kiri smiles as she sits on the floor infront of you.
“Hey, kiri.” You smile, and gesture for a high-five. Your smile slowly fades as you look around the lab in confusion.
“Hey, where’s Neteyam?” You let out a nervous chuckle before leaning back in your chair. They both look at you with silence, and then stare at each other, as if they needed to tell you something. Lo’ak sighs before smiling gently, and looking back at you.
“Ummm, ya know…he’s, aroundddd…” he rolls his eyes sarcastically before kiri hit him on the head. You look between the siblings before speaking again.
“What happened to him?” You ask, getting concerned. Kiri nudged Lo’ak in hopes that he would tell you the truth. He sighs again before speaking.
“He’s in rut.” He whispers to you as he looks around the lab. Your eyes widen at the response.
“Damn, AGAIN?” You almost shout the last word. You knew that at a certain age, na’vi men go into rut, as the women go into heat. You didn’t know how often it came and went, however.
“It’s been 2 months since the last one, so he’s on schedule.” Kiri explains looking up at you.
“Well is he ok? He told me that last time was the worst one by far.” You ask looking down in your lap. You hated that he had to go through that pain alone.
“Yeah he hasn’t found a mate to satisfy him yet, so it’s only going to get worse until he does.” Kiri says as she shrugs her shoulders. Lo’ak shoots her a death glare, as he saw the panic filling your eyes.
“Bro, he will be fine. He’s in a secluded area in the forest with my dad.” Lo’ak explains as he taps your thigh, reassuring you that everything is going to be ok. You nod in agreement.
“Hey kids, we’re closing down for the night.” Norm says from his desk across the lab. You all nod, and say your goodbyes. Before walking off, lo’ak caresses your shoulder and smiles at you.
“He will be fine, i promise you.” he reassured you for the last time before him and Kiri walk out of the lab.
It’s been a few hours, and you still sat at your desk in the dark. Your mind was racing thinking about Neteyam. Was he really ok? Was his dad with him now? Was he in pain?
Your thoughts consumed you so much that you decided to go looking for him. You got up, and grabbed the left over skittles he opened when he was at the lab the day prior.
“Maybe he’ll like this.” You whisper to yourself as you look down at the skittles in your hand. You walked over to norms desk, and grabbed the injection that helps you breath the pandora air without a mask. You take the cap off, and inject it into your thigh. You throw the injection needle away, and walk towards the door.
You had been walking for a while, still trying to find Neteyam.
“Goddamn!!! Jake really hid him.” You say out loud as you walk around the forest with your flashlight.
“NETEYAMMMM!!!??? WHERE ARE YOU, IDIOT??!!” You shout with your hand cupped over your mouth. You turn around with the flashlight, and nothing. You sigh loudly realizing that you wouldn’t find him tonight. You start to walk back in the direction of the lab, until you hear a twig snap behind you. You turn around with your flashlight, and there he was.
Panting loudly, sweating, growling through gritted teeth. His expression soften alittle when he noticed it was you. He sighs in relief, still panting.
“You scared the hell out of me!” You shout as you grab your chest, trying to calm down. He didn’t react much to your reaction. Instead, his lips pursed, as he stared at you with disappointment.
“What the FUCK are you doing here?!” He shouts, causing his muscles to flex, and his veins to pop out of his arms. You noticed, and almost melted. You couldn’t deny that Neteyam was hot as hell. However, you did think it was weird of you to have a crush on him all things considering. You take a step back from him, as you have never seen him so angry.
“I- I came looking for you…I brought you these.” You smile alittle as you hold the skittles out for him to take them. He shuts his eyes and sighs at the gesture. He realized that he was being mean to you, but he couldn’t control it. He walked over to you slowly, taking the skittles out of your hand. He bends down to hold your shoulders, as he musters up a smile, still visibly in distress.
“Thank you, y/n, but you have got to go! You can’t be here right now. I’m not in my right mind. “ he explains as he runs his hands through his hair, backing away from you. You watch him back away from you, and you take a step closer.
“I just wanted to help you out, Neteyam.” You finally confess with your head down. He bites his lip at the thought of you staying with him, helping him through his rut. He tried to knock the thought out of his head, but he was slipping away, and his rut was taking the forefront.
“NO! my rut is too much for you to handle. I won’t be able to control myself. I will hurt you.” He explains as he takes a seat next to a tree, burying his head in his hands. He was fidgeting with his hair, before he looked up at you again.
“And I can’t do that to you…” he confesses pointing at you while tears fell down his cheeks. You hesitantly walk towards him, and sit down infront of him, with your legs crossed. You touch his thigh, making him inhale sharply, backing up on his hands.
“Please, Neteyam. Let me help you. I hate seeing you like this.” You plead with him, as you reach for his thigh again, gently rubbing it. He looks down at your hand, and then back up at you. His eyes flicker from the soft yellow that you knew and loved, to a dark red, back to yellow. The change in his face scared you to the point that you jumped back. He sighs again, before shutting his eyes, throwing his head down.
“I told you, I can’t control it, y/n, and I don’t want to scare you. Please, I can’t hold on any longer. GET OUT OF HERE!” He growls, starting to rock back and forth, looking around the forest frantically. Your heart ached for him. He was so out of it, and it scared you, but you stood your ground.
“NO, I refuse to leave you out here.” You shout at him, as you grab his arm. This sent him into a frenzy.
“No, no, no,no, it’s coming! I’m sorry, y/n, I’m so sorry. I can’t control it.” He starts shaking his head frantically as he mumbled to himself. One last blink, and his eyes were red. He slowly turned his head to you, eyeing you up and down, standing up slowly. Your eyes widen at his appearance. It was dark, and scary. Your friend was no where to be found behind those eyes. You back away slowly, extending your hands to create space between you two.
“I told you to get the fuck outta here…now you’re stuck.” He says as he shakes his head at the frightened mess you’ve become. You genuinely thought that it wouldn’t be that bad, but you soon realized that you got yourself into a terrible situation. He extends his finger towards you, and smirks.
“Get over here.” He commands barely above a whisper. You whimper at his dark voice, fiddling with the strings on your hoodie.
“Don’t make me come get you, y/n.” He said in a calm, yet angry tone as he cracked his neck, and knuckles. You gulp loudly at the sound, and back up a-little more.
“I’m going to give you 3 seconds to get the fuck over here. If your not over here in those 3 seconds, you might as well run….” He says with a menacing grin, as he palmed his throbbing cock through his loincloth. Your eyes widen as you look at his huge bulge, and then back into his eyes. Which were now turning a brighter red, glowing in the dark.
“You see this? I’m gonna rip you in half with it. That’s what you wanted right?” He asks in a sarcastic tone, as he starts to walk closer to you.
You thought about what you could do to get yourself out of this situation. You knew you couldn’t run, he would definitely catch you. You didn’t want to stay still because he was scaring you. The only thing you could do is get on your knees in-front of him, and beg for mercy.
“Okay, okay, wait!” You place your hands on his knees, kneeling in-front of him. You look up at him with tears in your eyes.
“Neteyam?? Are you in there??? Please, I’ll leave! I will leave.” You plead with him through shaky breaths. He looks down at you, not even listening. All he could do is laugh at your failing attempt to get out of this. He lifts you up to your feet by your neck. You immediately grab his arm, as fear washes over your face.
“No….you’re staying here, with me tonight.” He says as he brushes your bottom lip with his thumb.
“Open your mouth.” He commands, and you nervously obliged. He sticks his thumb to the back of your throat causing you to gag loudly. You try to pull away, to no avail. He grips your neck tighter, cutting off circulation. You stop struggling in his grasp in hopes that he would loosen his grip on your neck. lucky for you, he does, and you let out a loud breath, still choking on his thumb.
“Don’t test me tonight, baby. Just do what the fuck I tell you.” He says through gritted teeth as he looks down at you, sucking his thumb. He rips his loincloth off, his cock springs out and hit your chin. He grabs it and starts jerking his bare cock in the direction of your face. He let out a low groan, as his eyes shut.
“Suck it.” he commands before taking his thumb out of your mouth, looking down at his throbbing cock. Your eyes widen again at the request. However, his patience was wearing thin. He grabs the back of your neck, and pushes it in your mouth. He throws his head back, feeling your warm mouth wrapped around his huge cock. He started to move slowly. Your eyes were almost popping out of your head. You could barely breath, as he started to thrust In your mouth. Your nose met his pelvic bone, and you lost it. You tried to push him away by his thighs, but all he did was grabbed your arms, leaving you with no kind of leverage. You start to choke, on him loudly, as tears fell from your eyes.
“Fuck yeah, you’re taking me so well, y/n.” He groans as he picks up the pace. Your eye roll to the back of your head as you gag on him, sending vibrations through his body.
“Yesss! Keep doing that. Keep choking on my cock.” He shouts through heavy breaths, jaw dropped at the pleasure he was receiving.
You gag once more, earning a soft chuckle from Neteyam.
“Fuck yeah, just like that y/n. Don’t fucking stop.” He commands as he throws his head back in pure bliss. You moan on his cock once more sending shockwaves through his entire body. His eyes widened as he felt his high coming.
“Ohh my fucking god, I’m about to nut in that pretty mouth. Is that what you want?” You moan in agreement, causing him to moan loudly. He shut his eyes tightly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, as he tried to suppress his moans.
“SHITTT!!!” He yells as his eyes rolled back, and his legs started to shake. He thrusts into your mouth hard, grunting in the process. He pulls out of your mouth slowly, as you gasp loudly, taking in a deep breath. There was a spit line connecting from his tip to your bottom lip. He watched in awe, at how pretty you looked. He let his grip on your hair go, causing you to fall down to the ground.
He hurried to hover over you, and pin your arms down to the forest floor above your head. You didn’t fight him much, as you were already worn out. You just whimpered under his touch, as you shook your head, knowing what was coming next.
“Shhh, im almost done with you.” He says as he reaches down to take your shorts off. You thrust up with all the strength you could muster, trying to get him off of you.
“Don’t fight me, y/n! Im gonna get it either way.” He whispers in your ear, as he started attacking your neck. You moan from the sensation, biting your lip.
“I know you want me, why would you come out here if you didn’t?” He asks as he sits up, sliding your shorts down just below your knees. Holding your arms in one hand, he takes the other and starts massaging your clit. You immediately throw your head back, eyes shut, moaning out loud. He bends down to your face, and licks the tip of your nose before plunging two finger inside of you. You whince at the pain, trying to scoot back off of him. In turn, he pushes deeper inside of you.
“Don’t run from me, I gotta stretch you out first.” He grunts angrily through a clenched jaw as he starts to twirl his fingers. He leans down to your neck again, starting to leave traces of wet kisses. The pleasure and pain was too much for you to bare. You become a moaning mess under him, only turning him on more. He slows down his thrusts, making you open up more. The pain slowly started to subside, and you started to feel a knot in your stomach. You start thrusting in to his fingers, moaning his name.
“That’s right, baby! Open up to me.” Those words alone made your eyes roll back. Your jaw dropped as you threw your head back in pleasure. Your moans sent him into a frenzy. He started thrusting his fingers into you harder, and deeper. He swiftly palms his cock, and starts jerking off to you.
“You wanna feel me inside you now? I’ll make you feel so good.” He whispers as he kisses your cheek. The way he said it triggered your orgasm. Legs shaking and eyes shut, you grab his arm, pulling him closer.
“Fuck yes, please give it to me.” You scream riding out your high. The confirmation was all he needed before he flipped you over on your stomach, sending a hard smack to your ass. You whimper, and turn your head just enough to meet his gaze.
“You wanna watch me slide my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours? Hhm??” He asks as he slaps his cock on your ass.
“Mhmm, I wanna feel you so bad!” You whine, lifting your hips up to back your ass into him. The friction made him growl, as he reached around to pin your arms behind your back. He pushed your head into the ground, lining his cock up to your throbbing hole. He slowly slides the tip in.
“Yessss, Neteyam keep going!” You whinned. The way you moaned his name sent him spiraling. Without warning, he slams his entire cock into you. You scream at the feeling of being filled. He moans loudly while looking up to the sky, trying to control himself as much as he can. He slowly thrusts in and out of you. With even thrust was a grunt right after. He watched you from behind. The way your ass jiggled with each thrust, the way your back was arched. The way you screamed his name, he couldn’t help but speed up.
The pleasure was too much for you as you tried to crawl away. He grabbed you by your hood, twisting it around his arm for leverage. He slams you back down on him, causing you to go completely limp. The only thing keeping you from face-planting, was his grip on your hoodie.
“You’re not going nowhere, not until I fill you up.”
And with that, each thrust became long, and hard. Tears rolled down your delirious face, as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. You couldn’t even scream, as your moans were getting caught in your throat. Every thrust sent waves of unbearable pleasure through your entire body.
“Let me help you, let me help you!!” He mocked your statement from earlier, with chuckle.
“I told you to leave, now look at you….completely dumb off my cock.” he explains as he drills you, dead and hard. You felt your high coming, causing you to gasp.
“Pleaseee, Neteyam..” you say, barely above a whisper, as you started shaking violently. You finally cum, more intense than the first time. Your mouth dropped when he sped up.
“I’m almost there, y/n! You did so fucking good for me!” He whines as he felt you clench around him. He shut his eyes, and let out a loud moan, releasing inside of you. He slowly thrusted his seed into your womb, and you bite your lip at the feeling, letting your eyes roll back.
“Such a good girl…Fuck!” He says through heavy breaths, pulling out of you slowly. He lets your hoodie go, and you immediately fall to the ground. You pant loudly as you try to catch your breath.
Neteyam, shakes his head to come back from his trance. With one blink, his eyes are that familiar soft yellow again. He looks around confused, before looking below him. He sees your almost lifeless body, half naked, face down on the ground. you groan lowly as you try to crawl away. Neteyam gasps at you, watching
You struggle to crawl away from him, as if he was a monster.
He slowly crawls over to reach the front of you, and lightly touches you hand.
“Y/n? Y/n I am so sorry! I don’t even remember what happened.” He frantically waits for you to respond. You manage to find enough strength, turning around on your back. You lazily send him a thumbs up, before slamming your hand back on the ground. He looks at you confused, as you go in and out of consciousness.
“I-I’m l-ike….literally fineeeee. Just alittle tired.” You confess, as you yawn. Neteyam signs in relief, realizing that you were ok.
“I- I’m gonna take you back to your room, ok? Is it alright if I pick you up?” He asks with his hands up. You nod, and send him a smile, falling back asleep. He shakes his head, and smiles at you, picking you up, and walking you back to the lab.
Okay, this took me all day because I actually had school today…like the professors were proffessoring🙄… anyways I hope you guys like this one. Come back later tonight for the next story. Love y’all ❤️😎😎
Outtie❤️🖖🏾,
Pandorxx
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hello hello^^
congrats on 500 followers🥳❤️
i don’t know if i was meant to send it here but here i am, i would like to see you write about the thing you choose from number 24🤭
24. Get finger fucked by San or Eaten out by Seonghwa?
Thank you Angel! 🩷
YES U SUBMITTED AT THE RIGHT PLACE 😌
ALSO: I checked prompt 24 and I’m malfunctioning because I totally forgot. FUCK I CSNT CHOOSE BUT HERE GOES NOTHING
K’s 500 this or that?: Masterlist!
Where he’s in a work call and he can’t fuck you, so he uses his fingers instead.
Genre/warnings: smut, drabble, fingering, orgasming, San loosely refers to you as a “pet” (it’ll make sense when you read it LOL)
Tag list: @bro-atz @diamond-3 <message me to be in my tag list ✨>
San knows something is up with you when you suddenly go up to him when he’s in the midst of his work meeting that seemed to be going on and on endlessly. He’s seated at the edge of the bed, with his foldable table he uses when he’s lazy to move over to the desk.
But it’s when you’re pawing at his lap, that San turns his head slightly to get a better look at you and what you were trying to do, and his eyes narrow. Your facial expression is practically begging him to do something to you. San glances at his call, ensuring that he’s muted before he speaks.
“What’s bothering you, babe?” He asks, his palm slipping under your jaw as his thumb strokes against your skin. You relish in the gentleness San gives you, shutting your eyes for a spilt second before you open them, and replying to your partner, “I really need to be fucked.”
San’s eyes widen before a small smile spikes at the corner of his lips. It’s sympathetic at first because he responds with, “you know I can’t, darling. I’m in the middle of a meeting.”
You pout and San almost is unable to resist, that is, until your eyes lower to his fingers that are still stroking your cheek. San follows your gaze, and then he catches yours—staring right at him. He still hesitates though, because he is in the middle of a work meeting, and he has to speak from time to time. He shifts back slightly, letting his hands leave your jaw, letting his attention go back to his boring work commitments. But just when you decide to retreat and play with your assortment of toys instead, San grabs your wrist. He’s still muted, so he’s able to speak to you.
“Strip”, is all he commands, and your heart flutters, your eyes brighten, and San’s cock gets harder. Your satin lounge shorts alongside with your panties slip off your hips, and San makes the biggest mistake of glancing over at you while’s speaking to his colleagues—the way your panties are stained with a pretty wet patch, and the way your cunt looks under the light. He almost stumbles over his words but does his best to remain composed, forcing himself to tear away from the most tempting scene unfolding before him.
When he’s done, he mutes immediately, and switches his attention over to you, only to swallow hard when he sees you looking at him obediently with your hands holding your legs up, and spread wide open for him. Your cunt is fluttering for his attention, only getting even more soaked by the second.
You see the hard bulge that’s pressing against his pants and surprise a smile, still holding onto that innocent facade.
“You have to promise to be quiet, darling”, San reminds you. And you nod, like the good, obedient girl you are for him. His fingers travel to your lips and you part automatically, soaking his fingers with your spit. He’s almost too entranced by the way your gaze never leaves his face as he fucks your face with his fingers, and you make sure they’re wet and ready when he pulls out from your mouth.
He thumbs your clit gently, internally cursing at how fucking wet you are, and wishing it was his cock than his fingers.
San doesn’t warn you at all before plunging his fingers right into your needy hole, and you bite back a squeal as your breath hitches.
The way his two fingers fill you up all the way immediately has you almost panting hard already. San feels his cock twitch underneath his boxers when he feels the way you squeeze around his fingers—warm, wet and tight. The way that there’s a small patch of wet just growing on his boxers doesn’t get missed by you.
His gaze shifts over to you, and you’re looking at him with those begging eyes that he loves and knows he cannot resist. He hasn’t been called to speak yet, so he begins to fuck your cunt with his fingers, sending you into a fucking spiral. As he pushes his fingers deeper into you, the wet sounds grow louder, and San’s rationale grows thinner with every soft whimper and moan that leaves your lips.
He curls his fingers in you, pressing onto your g-spot, which makes you moan uncontrollably, and thank fuck he’s still muted. By then, his concentration barely fucking exists in the meeting, the only thing going through his ears are the squelching of your cunt, and the dirty shit you’re saying.
“oh, fuck! Sannie that feels so good. There, right there”, you mumble-cry, your cunt pulling his fingers in every time he drags them out.
“San”, his colleague calls out. San snaps back to attention at his work call, despite him being knuckle-deep in your pussy. He briefly unmutes, and it takes up all of this concentration to even answer his colleague, especially when the pulsing of your pussy walls around his fingers is driving him up the wall. He’s begging internally for his colleague to finish the shit he wants to say, nodding as much as he can, before releasing the spacebar, and he’s back to being mute, only to immediately hear your whines again.
“Harder”, you mumble, desperate to chase your orgasm that is just dangling from you. San releases a shaky breath when he glances down at you. He pulls out, watching the way the clear slick becoming thick cream soaking his fingers.
And then he starts fucking jackhammering his fingers into your pussy, wanting to get this over and done with before he actually loses his fucking mind. The sounds are obscene, it bounces all over the walls of the room along with your moans and cries. He has his eyes back on the laptop screen, but he’s swallowing hard, and the wet patch on his crotch only gets wetter and larger.
“Amazing, so fucking amazing. I’m gonna-“ you cry out as softly as you can, your thighs trembling every time he drags his fingers out from your sopping cunt.
His eyes dart back to you when he feels your walls spasm around his fingers, and he cursed internally when the sight before him is you, covered in tears, and your cunt spitting out so much cream, all over his fingers, staining your inner thighs as your orgasm overtakes your senses.
“Sannie…”, you whimper.
“San”, his colleague calls out again. “You good? You’ve been looking pretty concerned since just now. Is everything okay over there?”
San glances over at you, looking like a beautiful mess. He runs his drenched fingers across your extremely soaked folds with a smirk before he faces the camera again.
“Yeah, it’s just that it’s a handful when you have such a needy kitten around you, you know.”
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rafe x bimbo!reader
I LOVE BIMBO READER (speaking of, I might have a bimbo!reader x step bro!Rafe coming out soon👀)
He loved the way you were those tiny little skirts, tight crop tops that showed off your perky tits, nipples straining against the fabric just desperate to be freed, how those baby pink heels you always wore made your legs look so fucking sexy, but he also hates it. He hates it because all his friends and all the creepy guys at the club would stare right at you, watching your tits bounce with each preppy step you took as you walked over to him since you never wore a bra, licking their lips and grabbing at their pants to hide their obvious boners. You were none the wiser, wide smile on your face as you greeted Rafe and all his friends. They’d pull you into a hug that lasted a little too long for his liking, obviously holding you against them so they could feel your tits, hands moving too close to your ass before pulling away. And you’d just fucking giggle, that dumb look on your face, pouty and plump lips that sparkled from your gloss playing a big role in their perverted fantasies. Rafe hates it because he wants you to himself. And then you’d bend over, revealing the baby pink lace thong you had on that was tucked between your perfect ass, all the guys letting out whistles and hollers. Telling you that you were such a pretty thing, that they’d love to take you to their place for a ‘test ride’, and you’d revel in it, thinking they were just complimenting you. You’d do a little spin causing your skirt to fly up again, tits bouncing as your perky nipples displayed themselves proudly, the scent of your sweet perfume floating around in the breeze, and Rafe lost it. He’d grab you by your arm and throw you into his car, speeding home and telling you to go to his room. You didn’t understand why he was being so mean, did you do something wrong? When he walked inside, you were sitting on his bed, tears streaming down your face as you sobbed. “Why are you crying huh?” he’d coo, stroking the sides of your face with his hands. You’d tell him it was because he was mad at you, he’d tell you it’s because you need to be careful. That he’s the only one that watches out for you, that he’s the only one allowed to touch at or look at you the way they did. “Get on your knees, that pretty head of yours is too empty. Just too fucking dumb princess, suck my cock. Leave it shiny with your spit and lip gloss” and you’d of course do it, you’d made him upset and this was a way of making it up to him. You eagerly got on your knees, pulling your top down and letting your tits spill out when he told you to, pulling his pants and boxers down before taking his cock in your mouth. He groaned at the sight of your lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowed as you sucked him off, tits gently bouncing as you bobbed your head. You’d gag when he pushed your head all the way down on his cock, pulling away to breathe. Strings of spit attached to your lips from sucking him off fell onto your tits and down your chin, lips parted and eyes wide, glazed over with tears. “Look so pretty this way baby, such a dumb little cock slut” he’d tell you, pulling your hair and attaching you back on his cock. He’d fuck your face fast, drool coating his cock and your chin, your gags vibrating around him, until he came. His thick seed shooting in the back of your throat until his balls were empty, pulling out of your mouth and telling you to swallow. He’d praise you for being a good girl and tell you to lay on the bed, legs spread nice and wide for him. Your baby pink panties were soaked and he took no time before ripping them off. “Rafeeee, those were my favorite” you’d whine, he’d only lightly slap your cheek and tell you that you always say that and he’d buy you a better pair which always shut you up, you were so fucking easy sometimes. He’d slide his cock between your wet folds, lightly slapping your clit with the tip, before pushing himself all the way in your tight and dripping cunt, your pretty whimpers filling his ears causing his cock to twitch inside you.
“Fuck baby. You’re so tight, so pretty. Can’t wait to split you open and make you only my dumb little cock whore. Finally put your ditzy self to good use yeah?”
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Hey I got a request for jj
That jj is a single dad to a baby girl and he is to scared to hold because he will think he will drop her and John b everyday will try and get jj to hold her then one day jj was holding her on his chest then he takes her everywhere With him hope that make sense
Koala Care
dad!jj x fem!reader x daughter
a/n ahh this is so cutie! thank you for the request anon, love you bunches!
desc JJ holds his baby girl for the first time
wc 1.2k
warnings cursing, grammar, fluff
"Peaches?" JJ comes in through the back door of the chateau, carefully shutting it behind him as he walks through the kitchen to set down a box full of baby supplies.
The usual. Diapers, baby food, her favorite yogurt melts, more of his old band & surf t-shirts to wrap her up in.
He notices Aria crying her eyes out behind him in between the white rails of her bed. he must have forgotten to change her when he left. He also noticed it was pissing off John B who was trying to work on something probably useless and he caught the hint that he's been listening to her cry for at least an hour.
"Shit," he mutters, messing with his backwards hat as he turns his attention away from Aria for a split second to glance at John B. Turns out he was fixing a cooler for the boat.
"Bro." he goes over to him, kicking him in the leg slightly, "You seen Y/n? I really need her help knowing what measurements of tit milk I'm supposed to feed mini me."
John B rolls his eyes to the ceiling as he screws in the side of the cooler handle.
"First of all," he says through a gritted tone from a bolt in between his teeth.
"You gotta stop with the teenage boy, language wording shit."
He spits out the bolt and screws another nail into the bottom.
"You're like a dad now. Its your dick and your daughter, buddy. You really want your kid to go around saying, tit milk?"
JJ tuts. "Bro she cant even talk yet. Plus, I don't remember half the shit i said as a fucking baby. Maybe thats cause my dad probably beat the shit out of me where I like- lost half my cells, but i ain't changing. Plus, daddy will raise her to be the best hooker of man kind. Shes a Pogue, shes not gonna be a goody two shoes if my life depends on it."
John B turns his head around and gives him a look.
"Jesus Christ JJ, did anything click when your girlfriend popped a living thing out of her ass?" He purses his lips.
JJ points his lips downwards and shrugs.
"Or are you always gonna be known as the dad who raised a stripper?" John B rolls his eyes again, taking a weird clear plate out of his box, "Y/n is a doctor for fucks sake, she's the only hope for raising her I swear to God."
John B shakes his head, "I've told you everyday now. You haven't even held her yet."
JJ grips his hat, "Thats because im gonna drop the kid!"
John b slaps his forehead.
"You're litterally her DAD, JJ! Y/n popped a baby out of her kitty sack and you seriously didnt even touch her the day she was born." John B raises his eyebrows. "Do you remember that? Y/n cried in Kie's room FOR AN HOUR thinking you didnt want the kid!"
JJ opens his mouth to respond then stops.
"Whatever. Go back to fixing your cold box and shit," He turns his back to walk away.
John B changes the tip on his screwdriver, "You're gonna have to hold your own ass daughter eventually, dude."
"I hope you screw a nail in your dick!" JJ calls out and tuts again, mumbling under his breath, "teaching me how to handle my own kid..."
"im the one fixing this goddamn cooler so you can drink your shit ass blue moon chilled!" John b yells back, JJ opening the door and slamming it shut to try and find you again.
"y/nnnn," he groans, calling out your name, finding you sitting on the steps outside.
He kneels down and wraps his big arms around you, kissing the side of your head gently.
"Hi baby," he mutters, "How was work?"
you felt your head pulsating before forcing yourself to give a response.
"Hmmm fine. it was busy."
"Yeah?" he strokes your head, "Real quick."
You sigh slightly, "Hmm?"
"how much ti-" He stops, and clears his throat.
"How much milk do I need to feed Ari?" He says in a soft voice, knowing you had a blaring headache from your shift.
You exhale, leaning your arms on your knees.
"theres about 7 oz in the fridge."
He nods, "thank you sweets," he kisses your hair one last time before leaving you in peace to rest your mind.
He goes back inside the chateau, opening the fridge and taking out the bottle, reaching over Aria's crib and putting the tip to her mouth.
"there we are, sweet girl.." he holds the back of her head while she drinks gently, her cries settling down.
After Aria is finished, he stares at her for a moment.
Why was it so hard for him to hold his own daughter? He feels a wave of guilt floods over his spine.
He reaches his hands out, then stops.
"God damnit," He sighs.
"Okay." He stares at Aria one more time. "3, 2.."
"Fuck this."
He picks Aria up gently in his arms, his heart jumping as he does so.
"Holy shit," he breathes. "Oh my God."
He holds her to his chest, making sure to support her back, something he learned in a parenting book he found online as he feels his soul melt in his stomach.
"There we go," he coos softly, rocking her up and down gently.
"Hi love." he holds her up to look in her eyes with the biggest grin on his face.
"You have your mommas eyes, don't you?"
It's like he fell in love with you all over again. Just this time, it was a baby. And it was his baby.
He holds her to him again, hearing you opening the screen door to come back inside the chateau as he looks at you with the stupidest smile on his face.
"JJ.." you breathe, a grin full of your white perfect teeth filling the room as you jog over to him.
You rub his arm gently as you stare at Aria in JJ's arms.
"im so glad." You said, tears slightly filling the bottom of your eyes as your breath catches in your throat.
"She has your eyes," He repeats the observation he made earlier.
You nod with a sniffle, chuckling slightly.
"She has your lips."
JJ presses another soft kiss into the side of your neck.
A few days later, you noticed that JJ dorkily bought one of those baby carrier things to attach to your chest, and you had to admit it was pretty cute seeing Aria giggle with him, taking her everywhere he went.
John B was relieved her finally built up the balls to hold his kid, and if you were honest, you were relieved too.
Kiara bullied him everyday for taking Aria with him everywhere because the baby holder he chose was literally hot pink. Really hot pink.
He was so happy everyday. To be the dad that he never had. The one he had prayed and wished for everyday as a kid.
JJ was such a tough guy, tough face, tough love, tough soul.
but I guess not when it came to you and Aria. You and her were his new world and there was nothing in the entire universe that could take that away from him.
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simon 'ghost' riley dom headcanons
wc: 884
warnings: fluff, smut, nsfw under the cut, dacryphilia, bondage, pussy slapping, creampies, oral (m receiving), degradation, spanking, overstimulation, creampies, aftercare, mentions of sub drop, dd/lg (?)
a/n: trying to dip my toes back into smutty things it's been so long i gotta dust off the cobwebs
MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)
Simon Riley is the sweetest dom but don’t tell anybody that shhh
He knows how to make you melt with all the pet names
His favorites are ‘angel’ and ‘sweetheart’ BUT ‘lovie’, ‘sweet girl’, and ‘pretty girl’ are in the mix too
He is such a worry wart about you!!! If you’re at work/uni he’s asking for updates and doing check ins any chance he gets when he’s not deployed out on a mission
When he’s with you he’s always has an arm around your waist and keeping him close by so nobody or anything can get to you
He’s a firm believer that you’re his princess so you do NO CHORES around the house
It’s absolutely banned that you lift a finger at home so your only responsibility is to listen to him
He even loves to pick out your outfits (bro is such a cutie patootie)
If the weather permits most outfits entail skirts and thigh highs it’s his favorite combo
If you’ve had a bad day he has you smothered in blankets and just doting on you bringing you snacks and putting on your favorite show/movie and cooking you your favorite meal
He’s not much of a baker so he will probably DoorDash you a sweet treat (also because he can't bear to leave you by yourself when you’re upset)
If he’s having a bad day he just needs snuggles from you
Y'all are glued to the bed with your bodies flush against each other the whole day
He probably won’t say much either besides some grumbling when you get up to use the bathroom
He’s such a softie when you give him lil kisses he likes little pecks on the cheek and nose
He finds it so cute when you ask him to stoop down so you can give him a forehead kiss
He definitely prefers giving kisses to his babygirl instead tho
Mr. Riley is a sucker for giving you hickeys I don’t make the rules
He loves putting them in the places where everyone can see so everyone knows that you’re claimed
It’s a pain in the ass for you though, sorry
THIS MAN JUST LOVES CLAIMING YOU
He adores the sight of you in a collar in the bedroom with you on your knees
Seeing you with tears brimming your lower lash line when you’re begging for him to touch you in some way for relief has him painfully hard in his pants
He’ll of course have a leash attached so he can pull you closer by having you crawl in between his legs
He’s a throat fucker he can’t get enough seeing and hearing you choke on his cock
He loves seeing your spit dribble down your chin and tears running down your flushed cheeks while he’s using your mouth to get off
He doesn’t love the idea of degradation but he will call you the occasional ‘dumb slut’ or ‘cock slut’ it’s just what you are tho :3
Definitely spits on your pussy to lube it up before he fingers you
He isn’t super rough when he fingers you but is ADDICTED to slapping your pussy
He loves seeing it get so puffy the longer he plays with your pussy
Speaking of slapping if you’re bratty his favorite punishment is spankings
When you’re getting spanked he doesn’t let up until you’re squirming and sniffling
Once he believes you’ve learned your lesson and have apologized for your behavior he gives you soothing rubs with cream and kisses on each of your cheeks
Simon likes using restraints of some kinds (handcuffs, ropes, etc) and laughs when he sees you get impatient when he teases you with his tip right at your slit and clit
An avid enjoyer of doggystyle and missionary
He doesn’t mind choking but will only do it for you when you beg and beg hard
An overstimulation king fr
By the time y'all are both done he’s came at least 2-3 times
They’re definitely all crempies too (he loves the occasional money shot, and tries his hardest to avoid your eyes)
Lord knows how many times you have tho you’re definitely seeing stars
He has aftercare down to a science!! That man is so gentle you would never believe he kills people for his line of work
You’re somewhat prone to sub drop so Simon takes extra care of you
He’s very tender when he cleans you up and when he runs a bath he bridal style carries you
He’ll wrap you in the fluffiest and softest robe and place fluffy socks on you too to protect your feet from the cold floor
He’ll bring both a bottle of water and juice for you to drink and even has a snack/candy stash in his nightstand drawer
He’ll feed it to you while you’re situated with you sitting in between his legs with your back against his chest
He usually will play some calming music in the background for you instead of the TV because it can be overstimulating for you
You usually fall asleep in minutes just listening to the low timbre of his voice humming along with the music
He’ll reposition you so you’re the little spoon and will place a loving lil smooch on your temple wishing you goodnight
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Step Bro, What are you doing?
series masterlist
Summary: you move across the country and fall for your step brother who teaches you so many new ways to feel good.
You’ve been dating your boyfriend for a year and things were getting pretty serious, until your mom broke the news that you’d have to be moving across the country to live with your new step dad.
You and your boyfriend both agreed you’d try the long distance thing. It was good for a while until something else peaked your interest, or someone else..
“Good morning mother” you say agitated as you take a seat at the breakfast table. “Y/n..” she says in a warning tone.
“How did you sleep sweetheart?” Ward, your new step dad asks. “Fine” hi grumble.
You in fact did not sleep fine.
You and your long distance boyfriend had an argument and let’s just say it did not end well, nasty words were said.
“Okay” you mother drags out as she stuffs a fork full of eggs in her mouth.
“Your step father and I are going on a little weekend trip, we won’t be back until next week. You two behave yourselfs” she points a finger at you and then Rafe, your step brother, so just walked into the kitchen.
“Hey don’t look at me, I’m always on my best behavior” he places his hands up in defense and winks at you.
You roll your eyes and dig into your breakfast.
**
It’s finally the weekend and since your parents are out of town and Sarah and wheezie are each sleeping at a friends house you decide to ‘relieve some tension’.
Rafe won’t be home till later, you overhead him talking to topper and kelce about preparing for some ‘epic party’. Their words, not yours.
You make sure nobody’s home and skip up to your bedroom and shut the door.
You reach into one of your boxes that you haven’t unpacked yet and pull out your old friend, you squeal with excitement as you start peeling cloths off and sprawling yourself out on the bed.
An idea sparks in your head.
You and your boyfriends have been on the outs, maybe if you film him a little hole video for him it’ll fix’s his insecurities.
You prop the phone up on a pillow so he has a good view of your glistening pussy.
You slowly start spreading your legs and smile at the camera as you tweak your nipples and moan.
Your fingers dip in your heat and rub your clot until your back arches.
You reach for your hot pink vibrator and spit on the top before deep throating it.
You and your boyfriend have never actually had sex, you were still a virgin, but you have fooled around a couple times.
You brought the device down to your slit and turned it on, arching your back on impact.
“Oh fuck!” You groan and you slowly push it in and start pumping. “Oh my god” you moan as your free hand comes down to your clit.
“Mmh, right there baby. Don’t stop!” Your panting and you shut your eyes and arch your back, squirting onto your phone.
You turn the device off and start reaching for your phone when you hear someone clapping.
A rock forms in your stomach as you slowly turn towards your door
“Nice show” Rafe smirks at you and strides closer.
You quickly grab the duvet to cover your nakedness, “what the hell rafe! Get out” you shout.
He smirks one more time before turning around “if you ever need a helping hand, or cock, let me know” and with that he leaves.
**
It’s been a few days since the incident with Rafe and you’ve been avoiding him at all costs.
The two have been home all day but hanging out in spectate rooms.
You decide to watch a movie on your laptop and end up falling asleep.
When you wake up you search for your phone but it’s nowhere to be found.
You go out into the hallways and head towards Rafes room, “hey Rafe, can you call my phone I lost it-“ your stopped in your tracks by the sound of moaning, your moaning”
“What the fuck” you push open Rafes door to find him clutching your phone in one hand while the other strokes his cock.
Your eyes widen, but your intrigued.
You stand there watching him and your eyes connect, there’s no shame in his so you think why should there be in yours.
You close his door and lock it, in case Sarah or wheezie decide to come home.
You start walking towards him and he stops stroking himself. “About time” he tosses your phone, but not before turning on your camera.
“Shut up” you straddle him and trap his cock between the two of you
You grasp his neck and push your lips against his.
“This is so wrong” you mutter against his lips before he slips his tongue in your mouth. “That’s what makes it hot” he bites your lip before pulling away.
You two stare at each other for a while before you stand and start stripping.
“You enjoy my little home video, I see” you cock and eyebrow at him.
“I did” he nods as you continue undressing.
“It was for my boyfriend” you say with a smirk as you reach out to pull his shirt off.
Rafes jaw clenches but quickly relaxes as your naked pussy connects with his bare thigh.
“I’ve never..”
“I’ll teach you” he grins as he sinks you down onto his cock.
Your lips part in ecstasy as he slowly guides you up and down his shaft.
“Oh. My. God!” You moan as the pain turns into pleasure and Rafe starts thrusting up into you.
“I’ve wanted this since the first night I saw you” Rafe admits as he comes to nip at your neck.
“Rafe!” Your moaning his name as the core in your stomach begins to tighten.
“Let go for me baby, let go for me not him” he reminds you of your boyfriend as your high hits you and you shudder.
Quickly coming back to reality you jump off him.
“We shouldn’t have done that!” You grab your clothes and rush out of the room, completely forgetting about your phone.
Rafe reaches over and stops the video.
“She’s mine now bro”
He sends the video without any remorse and moves to gather his clothes.
This was just the beginning of your relationship with Rafe.
Pt2 🙈
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