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witchyweasley · 3 years

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Product Testing- George Weasley

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: George and his girlfriend have fun in the shop after hours.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, light bondage, daddy kink, dirty talk, squirting

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“Fred, go ahead and leave! We are capable of locking up the store!” I said, pushing Fred towards the door.

“But what about-,” he started.

“We can do it. What we can’t do is save you from the wrath of your hot girlfriend if you’re late to another date,” I said.

“She’s right, you should get going before Angelina puts you out on the couch again,” George laughed.

“Fine, fine! I’m going!” Fred said, grabbing his jacket and finally heading out the door. We watched as he turned the corner, before continuing with our closing duties.

As I was on a ladder, dusting a high shelf and reorganizing products, the curtains on the windows in front were drawn in quickly. I looked and saw George had his wand out and had drawn them shut.

“What are you doing? We don’t normally do that until we have to leave?” I asked.

“Come down here,” he said sternly. I furrowed my eyebrows and descended from the top of the ladder.

“What’s up?” I asked. Instead of answering, George grabbed my face and crashed his lips hungrily onto mine. Moaning slightly into the kiss, I kissed back with the same ferocity. His hands trailed down to my waist massaging my hips before sliding a hand underneath my skirt to hold my hip. He bunched up the skirt and stepped back, looking to see what I was wearing underneath.

“You wore my favorite pair of underwear and expected me to not fuck you senseless?” He laughed, snapping the silky fabric against my hip.

“I forgot I was wearing them,” I admitted.

“Well I didn’t, every time you got up on that ladder or bent over to pick up something I had to restrain myself,” he growled, kissing me again.

“Who says you have to restrain yourself now?” I teased.

“Exactly,” he said, his large hands grabbing my ass and pulling me into another heated kiss. I moaned into the kiss, snaking my hands up his neck to tug lightly at his ginger hair.

“In fact, I was hoping we could try out a new product,” he said as I kissed down his neck, my fingers working at the buttons on his shirt.

“George, we already know the love potions won’t work on me,” I said.

“No, these are um, new products. Adult products if you will,” he smirked.

“Oh, what are they?” I asked.

“Well, how do you feel about being tied up?” George said.

“I’m interested,” I said.

“So we got these ties that will attach to anything, so people could be restrained without needing specific bed posts or something like that,” George said, heading to the back to find the tester.

“Let’s test them out,” I said, sitting on the counter. George held out two of the red ribbons for me.

“Put these on your wrists” he said. As I slid them onto my wrist, George slipped the other two onto my ankles. Once the ties were on me, I started unbuttoning my shirt, shrugging it off my shoulders. Sliding my skirt down along with it. George just watched me with his mouth gaping open.

“What? I don’t trust you to not rip up another uniform and I’m tired of buying new ones,” I said.

“I’m not complaining. Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said softly, standing between my legs and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Remember the safe word?”

“Pluto,” I said, confirming the word.

“Now let’s see how well these things work,” George said, stepping back. He aimed his wand at my left hand and muttered a spell, suddenly sending my arm back towards the edge of the counter, my right hand soon following it. He then muttered the spell while pointing at my ankles, sending the ribbons down to the floor and spreading my legs open.

“How’s that?” he asked. I tugged against the ribbon to test its strength. It didn’t move, but it had enough give so that it didn’t hurt me.

“Pretty good,” I said.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful, all tied up like this,” George breathed out, his hands tracing the length of my thighs. He pressed a harsh kiss to my lips, massaging the outside of my thighs.

His hands moved from the outside of my thighs to my inner thighs, dangerously close to my dripping pussy. My hips moved upwards, trying to find contact where I wanted it.

“Patience baby,” George said, moved his hands back down towards my knees.

“Please, Georgie,” I moaned.

“That’s not my name,” he whispered into my ear before lightly tugging it with his teeth. It’s not often that he enters a more dominant space, but when he does he goes all out.

“Please… daddy,” I moaned out.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“You,” I sighed.

“You’ve got me already. What do you want me to do?” He asked.

“Touch me, daddy,” I begged, looking up at him. He smirked and brought his hands back to my inner thighs. His thumb pressing against my clit gently before rubbing slow circles around it. His other hand reached up to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing over my hardening nipple.

His hands then moved my underwear to the side, rubbing his fingers in my wetness.

“Hmmm, who’s got you so wet baby?” George smirked.

“You, you do daddy,” I moaned as he brushed over my clit again.

“Is it good when I touch you here?” George said, brushing my clit again.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned out, trying to buck my hips up to meet his hand.

“Ah ah ah, stop moving like that. I’m in charge here,” George said, pulling his hands away.

“I’m sorry daddy,” I said, hoping he would return his hands.

“Just don’t let it happen again,” George said, moving to stand behind me. He pressed soft kisses along the back of my neck, slowly pinching and pulling at my hardened nipples. My breathing deepened as one hand slid back down to my soaking core, gathering some of the wetness before slipping one finger into my pussy.

“Oh thank you daddy,” I moaned out as he pumped his finger into me.

“Such a good girl for me,” George whispered into my ear, his hot breath leaving shivers down my spine. He slid in another finger, stretching me as his other hand came down to rub my clit.

As soon as I involuntarily bucked my hips, George’s hands were off of me and I was begging for him to put them back.

“Please! Please daddy! I was so close,” I whined.

“Too bad darling, I told you not to move like that again and you did anyways. I’m not sure if you should be allowed to cum,” George said, walking back to my front.

“Please please please daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” I begged.

“I don’t know, Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?” George smirked, playing with the ribbon of the restraints on my wrists.

I couldn’t even form an answer as I watched George take his long, hard cock out from his trousers, stroking it. I just moaned in response, desperately wanting him to fuck me into the counter.

“Hmm, would you like that? Being a good little slut for the store? Letting people eat your delicious pussy and suck on those gorgeous tits,” George said, rubbing his cock against my slit. “Or even fucking your tight little pussy?”

I moaned out as he slowly slid into me, watching his cock disappear in me.

“Oh fuck daddy, you’re so big,” I moaned out.

“And you’re taking me so well, such a good little slut for daddy,” he said, grabbing my neck and pulling me in for a harsh kiss. He didn’t put pressure on my neck, but the action alone was enough to edge me dangerously close to the edge.

“Daddy please, I’m close,” I moaned.

“Already? I’ve barely done anything,” he teased.

“Please daddy, can I cum?” I begged, tears in my eyes from holding back.

“Cum on daddy’s cock baby girl,” he growled, slamming his hips into me. I cried out as I came, my legs shaking against the restraints. George didn’t stop though, he continued pounding into me. Grunting as he fucked me the hardest he ever has, bringing his hand to rub my already overly sensitive clit.

“Come on, I know you can do more than that,” he grunted, making me see stars.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried out, trying to move my hips away as I had the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Holy shit,” George said, coming down from his own high. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Do what?” I asked breathlessly, trying to calm my shaking legs.

“Baby, you just squirted,” George said in awe. Before I could respond, George’s mouth was attached to my incredibly sensitive pussy, licking up whatever juices he could. He then kissed up my body, pressing a harsh kiss to my lips as I tasted myself in him.

“I...Well, wow,” I breathed out, “I think it’s safe to say this product is safe.”

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aspiringharlot · 3 years

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y/n takes takes care of bratty, sub, shiggy.

Ok! Eeeee! I did it! First y/n and first BNHA story done! This one is about a bratty sub Shiggy! There are some points where it’s clear I wasn’t sure what a bratty sub Shigaraki would say but hopefully overtime as I become more familiar with the characters that will change! I think I did this one pretty quickly so, forgive me, there are probably a few mistakes in terms of tense and grammar that I didn’t catch. Another little thing, this story ended up a lot fluffier/mild than I thought I was capable of and I even ended up dropping an L-bomb!

(Story Includes, mention of injury and bullet wounds, bondage elements, brat elements, l-bomb, sneak peek of little spoon Shiggy and of course, sex )

(minors please do not interact)

(tagging @palbabor-writes and @kugutsuu cause they seemed interested, p.s. don’t worry @palbabor-writes public sex and degradation Hawks is up next!)

EDIT: adding @tod0oki to the tags, happy to have you!

Enjoy!

It was hard work, keeping Tomura Shigaraki in line. Sure, you allowed him control on most days, heaven knows he needed to feel some sense of control in his life, but really there was no doubt, at the end of the day, you made the decisions in the relationship. That never stopped your Shiggy from being a brat though.

Today was just as bad as any other day wrangling your lover, only this time with the added difficulty of having to literally prevent Shigaraki from moving as he pleased. Hesitant as you were to admit it, you did not possess the brute strength required for the task. Instead you relied on a sly trick. Tying him up in bondage gear which was typically used on you.

When he was finally secured, Shigaraki whined, pulling at the restraints. Around his narrow wrists were sturdy leather straps, fitted tightly and anchored to the metal bed posts in order to restrict his movements. Your lover was red faced, lying down on his bed, dirty sheets bunched around his sweating form.

‘I should change those out soon,’ you thought before returning your attention to Tomura.

“oh, Tomura, come on… if you refuse to rest Kurogiri and I are just going to keep you tied up longer.” You lowered yourself to sit beside him on the full-sized bed, moving your hand to his head and smoothing his hair down.

Shigaraki grunted, shaking his head out of your hand in defiance. You scowled down at him.

“You know, for a man who’s been shot four times you have far too much energy.” Swiftly you stood up, dusting crumbs of food from your jeans. You really should change those sheets out… If you wait much longer there’ll be an ecosystem thriving in the cotton threads. Meh, you’ll work on it later when Shigaraki is asleep and infinitely more manageable.

Come to think of it, you should change his bandages soon. Kurogiri or the others weren’t around to do it this time, meaning you’d have to tame the beast all by yourself.

“ts.” You clicked your tongue. “I’ll be back,”

You exited the room without giving Shigaraki the chance to retort, heading straight for the kitchen cabinet responsible for holding the everyday vitamin and mineral supplements you’d feed Shigaraki. Now, however, you rummaged past the gummy vitamins, searching for a bottle of Nyquil. Upon its acquisition you turned back on your heel making your way to the bedroom your lover was restrained in. You stopped in the bathroom on your way back, collecting a pair of cosmetic scissors and gauze amongst other wound supplies. As you balanced all the items in your arms you could hear a distinct clanking noise. The noise of the restrains being tested and fought against.

You came back into the room with a sigh, looking at Tomura with dead and unamused eyes. He was fruitlessly trying to decay the leather wrapped around him, his own wrist disallowing the angle to make such a thing possible.

“Could you just, I don’t know… cooperate? Maybe, allow yourself some time to heal so you get better faster?” The eye contact you made with Shigaraki was aggressive. Testy. He smiled, curling his upper lip into a sneer.

“Make me.” He taunted.

You could see the thoughts behind his eyes. His exact line of thinking. ‘What’s y/n gonna do? Put me in time out? Make me stay in here an extra hour so I think about what I’ve done?’

In frustration you made a low noise in the back of your throat- the past two days have been utter hell. First the League’s failure at that dumb hero thing and more importantly, the four bullet wounds permeating your lover. Then there was the 12 hours you spent waiting for an underground doctor to come and dig the lead out of Shigaraki’s skin. That was 12 hours of relentless worry you had to deal with! And now, for the past day and a half you’ve had to deal with Tomura’s mood swings.

Now, it wasn’t that you didn’t understand. You were aware of the crushing feeling of personal failure which came with a train wreck you conducted. Still, you were willing to wait on Shiggy hand and foot, your only request that he allow you to take control and make him better.

But he just had to keep fighting you. Making you take drastic measures.

Your attention is caught up by the straps holding Shigaraki down, reminding you of the nights he would fuck you hard and rough, making you gasp in unrelenting pleasure. When he was done, you’d always be like putty in his hands, laying there blissfully exhausted and compliant. You curl your lips into a grinch-like smile. Of course. There was your ticket to Shigaraki’s submission.

You just have to fuck the fight out of him.

“Okay.” You finally said, nodding your head nonchalantly. “Okay. I’ll make you.” Calmly you set the supplies you gathered on the dresser top across from the bed, keeping only the scissors in your hand.

Coming up to the side of the bed you gave the scissors a few experimental snips, the metal making a distinct phip sound.

Shigaraki pressed himself back into the mattress, raising a scarred eyebrow up when you traced the scissor across the gray cotton t shirt. That single eyebrow multiplied into two as you took the scissors to begin cutting through his shirt.

Shigaraki started to squirm as he felt the cool, stale air of his room settle on his skin.

“What are you-“ you paused your delicate snipping to roughly grab the bottom half of his face in your hand, squeezing him to make his mouth fall open and halt his speaking.

“I’m making you cooperate…” You roughly released his face.

Ignoring his continued struggling, you went back to cutting his shirt open, until you were able to peel it off his body- the sweatpants he wore were next though you were hesitant to cut them. They were a grey pair which hung deliciously low on his hips and slid down lower and lower throughout the day. You decided against cutting them, instead shimmying them down to sit close to his shins. His underwear though, that was fair game. You took it off eagerly and drank in the sight of Shigaraki naked before you.

He was pale, still recovering from the blood loss he’d endured only two days prior, and his skin seemed especially swallow- giving off the appearance of fragility. You knew better however- Shigaraki, as weak as he may seem by appearance alone, was a force of nature.

Today you were making your way to the eye of the storm.

“Is getting me naked supposed to make me listen to you?” Tomura asked, his eyes narrowed to cynical slits.

“No… hah.” You let out a breathless laugh. “But this will.”

You were down between his knees in an instant, breathing hot breath over Shiggy’s cock. Before Shigaraki could fully process what you were doing, he’s hard, not that that was unusual, your lover was an easy guy to excite. Still, despite his nudity, he was not expecting this kind of attention, especially after being such a brat.

You were gentle at first, getting his cock used to the stimulation, stroking it languidly, licking at the slit of his cock a few times. You shuddered in satisfaction when you made your way down to his balls and heard him sigh in pleasure at the sensation of your warm tongue lapping at each testicle. Still, you knew better than to think a simple blow job would tame Tomura Shigaraki, successor of All For One.

For now, as you pleased him, he’d act all bashful but, as soon as you exert full control over the pacing of this intimate encounter, he’d start bratting again. When that happens, you’ll just have to take things to eleven.

“Ohh… fuck…” with a jolt, Shiggy thrust his hips up into your soft hand. To him, the pleasure was a most welcome distraction to the sharp aches of the bullet wounds scattered across his body. He’d been playing stoic about the pain for the past two days, but the wounds felt like hot agony for most of the day. He needed this pleasure.

“Your uh, your mouth.” He said, pinching his eyes up in pleasure. “y/n use your mouth on my cock.”

Immediately you ceased all contact with him. His eyes flew open.

“No.” you said with a shrug.

Shigaraki scrunched up his eyebrows and wiggled his hips childishly, making his cock swing like a metronome. “Yes!”

You firmly locked your hands on his hips, stilling the movement, “No.”

“W- Why? “ he whined. “Why aren’t you rubbing my cock anymore?” his voice pitched up, revealing how badly he wanted to feel your touch.

“Well,” You start. “You haven’t been very cooperative with me. I mean, why should you make all the decisions? Why do you get to dictate both what you do and what I do, Hmm? That doesn’t seem very fair.” Your own voice took on a condescending lilt and you tilted his head up with your finger so you could properly look into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide with lust and along his temple you could faintly see a pulse point pumping blood in time with the throbbing of his erection.

He wanted it. Bad.

“Let me take care of you, just leave everything to me…” you brought yourself down to his level to softly mutter in his ear. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

You didn’t have to wait for his response to know what he was going to say.

“Suck my cock, now.” He growled.

You took a deep breath and pulled your own shirt off over your head, not as you normally would, but as women do in tv and movies, all in one fluid motion. Your jeans were next, as you slid them off your bare legs, your panties joining them on the floor moments later.

With the grace of a swan you climbed over Shigaraki, positioning yourself on your hands and knees as you backed yourself up to his face.

“Oh so now y/n’s gonna be a big, strong, woman and make me- mhfmfmfm!” You grinded your pussy against his face, enjoying the psychological pleasure more than the physical. Grinding your labia against any ole thing wouldn’t really do it for you- but knowing that Tomura could barely breathe around your pussy as it sat right on his face gave you butterflies and made your hole start to gush.

“There you go… Good Boy…” You panted. Finally you pulled yourself away from Tomura’s mouth and flipped around, now straddling him cowgirl. In seconds, your hand wrapped around his member and positioned it to slide right in your hole. You sat down and took in the shocked, but pleasure-ridden face of Tomura.

You started to grind your hips down and bounce experimentally. In the past, the two of you have refrained from cowgirl, Shigaraki always wanting to hold full control over the action of fucking your pussy. As he laid back and felt his toes start to curl and twitch in pleasure he wondered if he was an idiot.

“See, Tomura~” you cooed as you leaned down, dangling your clothed breasts in his face. “Wasn’t my course of action so much better? Now you get to feel my wet pussy against your cock, isn’t that so much better?”

At a loss for words Shigaraki nodded his head frantically. He was already close. You smiled.

“So does that mean you’re gonna listen to me? Cooperate and do what I say?” that particular phrasing removed him from his headspace of ecstatic compliance.

“Nuh- No!” he choked out as you bounce faster and harder. Shigaraki started gasping and clenching his eyes shut, trying to block out the pleasure to last longer.

“Yes~ you’re gonna give in to me, Tomu-”

“Nu- oh fuck!” he shook his head before tensing up, his whole body becoming stiff underneath you as you felt three hot spurts of cum fill your pussy. You chuckled, you didn’t even have to clench down on his cock to make him come, just the sensation of you bouncing on his cock was enough.

You stilled yourself as he laid under you, gauging his reaction to the orgasm.

He was flushed, and still panting heavily, meaning he came pretty hard. You clench down as his sensitive cock remains in your pussy and giggled when he let out a high pitched keen.

“So, are you gonna be good now? Are you gonna stay in bed for me?” Shigaraki blinked heavily, coming back to himself.

“You’re never…hah… going to get me to…hah… cooperate… hah…” His eyes fluttered shut despite themselves. You bit your lip. It couldn’t be helped. You were gonna have to keep riding him.

Just as Shigaraki’s breath started to even out you rose off of him, only to sink back down at full force. Shigaraki was taken out of his cool down by both the pain coming from the irritation of his bullet wounds and the pleasure of his cock being stimulated.

“Whuu? No, no it’s too sensitive!” he cried out. You said nothing, grinding down into him, fucking him like an animal.

As you continued fucking him Shigaraki trembled beneath you, whimpering in unrestrained pleasure, pulling against the leather cuffs which restricted his free reign. The noises he made were downright sinful, varieties of “ah, ah, ah”’s and “oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”’s being commonly repeated noises.

You gazed down at his face- his eyes rolling around in his skull, frequently fluttering shut only to shoot open when you switched up the rhythm you used. His skin was flushed to hell and back- making him look obscenely cute as he whined out in pleasure, mouth open, drool dripping from the corners of his lips. As you continued looking, you had an epiphany. You loved Tomura. You loved, loved Tomura. You want him to get better and you want to see him let go like this every day.

In the moment you say it.

“I love you.”

Shigaraki flooded your pussy with more cum- gasping loudly as he rode out his orgasm. There’s no way he heard your little confession. And you were okay with that. It’d probably be better to reveal that when he’s not confined to his bed.

You pulled yourself off his cock and felt cum drip down from your thighs. You yourself haven’t cum, but you have accomplished your goal. One look at Shiggy told you that he was too blissed out to fight against your care. Your hand went to rest on his cheek.

“You’re going to be good, yeah? Let me do what I need to do?” you stroked the patch of dry skin under your fingertips.

Shiggy sleepily nodded. Looks like you wouldn’t be need the Nyquil.

Shigaraki laid still as you moved to tend to his wounds- tenderly cleaning them and re bandaging the sore holes. His joints would be sore as well. You decided to uncuff Shigaraki and maneuver his funky gloves on his hands.

When you’re done you pulled your lover’s sweatpants back up and crawl into bed behind him, For tonight you decided against changing the sheets. Instead you got comfortable in the well-used sheets, repositioning Shiggy so he could be your little spoon. You took a deep breath and smelled his hair. It was a little ew, but you didn’t mind. Just as you thought about your revelation, you heard a soft sigh.

You smiled and cuddled closer, whispering those three words.

“I love you.”

And though you couldn’t see it, Tomura Shigaraki’s eyes widened from their slitted state for just a moment before a soft yet excited smile graced his features. Slowly, his eyes slid shut again as he relaxed into your arms.

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years

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Burn - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry’s blindfolded.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: p in v, oral (f and m), curse words, one mention of daddy! kink, unprotected sex (I don’t recommend it), restraints and blindfolds. Also, the reader is trying to be a dom in this one, but she’s pretty soft.

A/N: day 11 of kinktober and the prompts were blindfold + “Hold it”. Once again, the smut is coming without revision and I’m still taking up friendship applications and beta applications which may or may not coincide. Hope you like this one, because I’m feeling dead inside.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Rationally, I knew it was stupid to feel this way. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to a date with Henry, but the truth was, nothing could have prepared me to what it would feel like to see him kissing someone else, having to sell that he was in love with another woman because that was a part of what he did to make a living.

But I had the best boyfriend, and he seemed to know exactly what I needed to feel better about the entire situation.

“How are you feeling, baby?” I asked as I slowly grinded against his belly muscles, appreciating the view of my very strong boyfriend stripped naked, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed.

“I-I’m okay,” he answered in the form of a whisper, almost like he was afraid to break the sexual atmosphere of the room, but I pouted. That wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. It made me feel like I wasn’t doing my job right.

“Only okay?” I had to clarify, running one of my fingers over his bottom lip, before pulling it down and biting it until I heard him gasp. “You’re breaking my heart, honey. Would you prefer if it was Keyra doing this with you?”

The reaction was immediate. His body tensed up, and by the abrupt movement of his arms, I could see he had tried to move them to hold me, but the restraints made it impossible for him to do so.

“No, darling. Absolutely not. You’re the only one I want like this, the only one I trust enough to share this experience with.” I melted. Who wouldn’t, after such a declaration from the man you love?

“I know, baby,” I calmed him, leaning down to press a quick kiss on his lips, watching in amusement as he tried to follow me in the hopes of deepening it. “I’m only messing with you.” I resumed the movements over his abs, needing to feel a little bit more friction on my clit. His answering groan warned me of how truly pained he was feeling at the whole situation.

“Not being able to see you grinding against my chest is the most terrible punishment you could administer.” I had to giggle at his dramatics. Only my bear of a boyfriend would feel so terrible at having his girlfriend controlling his pleasure for once.

“Well, maybe this way you can understand how I feel everytime you film a love scene with another person.” He sucked in a breath, immediately shutting up, and I almost felt bad about my honest remark, but I decided he was mature enough to be able to suck it up. He was the one to suggest our current activity, after all.

“You know what? I don’t see why your punishment should be mine, too. I wanna cum, and you’re gonna make me cum.” I climbed over his body until my legs were on each side of his face, and I tried to ignore the cheshire cat smile Henry was trying very hard to suppress at the prospect of eating me out. “You remember what you have to do when you need to come up for air? Ok.”

After making sure he was reminded of the safe gesture we had anticipated for this kind of activity (a bite on my inner thigh), I lowered myself to meet his waiting tongue, that stood perfectly pointed up at me.

“Fuck,” I immediately breathed out, as always pleasantly surprised at just how incredible Henry was at eating pussy. He treated it like some sort of exotic, delicious dish, and he loved how wet he could make me get just so there was more for him to taste. “You’re too good at this,” I jested, wrapping my fingers around his curls, taking advantage of the fact that he had allowed his hair to get longer for this last role. I loved it like this, I loved being able to use it to try to control his movements.

But tonight, I didn’t have to try. I was the one in control.

I rode Henry’s face slowly, still too self-aware in this position, but the second his lips wrapped around my clit, I was a goner. Gripping the headboard in front of me, I let myself sit more comfortably in his face, trusting in his use of the safety measure if it was necessary, and I relaxed, enjoying the filthy symphony that my moans and his slurping sounds created in our bedroom.

As my high approached, he must have sensed it, because his licking became more feral, growls escaping his lips and reverberating against me as I started to fully grind my pussy against his face, crying out every time I bumped on his nose.

And then, I flooded his lips with my essence, temporarily blacking out before scrambling to get out of his face, so he could properly breathe again. I felt like my heart was fluttering at the sight of his perfect lips arranged in a full-on pout.

“You didn’t let me enjoy my meal properly!”

“You’re not supposed to enjoy this at all, remember?” He still looked like I had deeply hurt him, so I leaned down to properly kiss him for the first time that night. Henry moaned against my lips when I deepened our kiss, allowing his tongue to dance with mine as I appreciated my own taste. When we separated again, I was slightly out of breath and his lips were a shade of pink that denounced just how roughly we’d been kissing.

“Didn’t take you for having an asphyxiation kink,” I whispered against his lips, making him smile. “Now, I think it’s about time I take care of you, huh? Let me help you.” Henry didn’t say anything to that, knowing a trap when he heard one. In fact, I could see that he was holding his breath, as I made my way down his body, until I was staring at his perfect cock. The second I wrapped my hand around it, a deep, guttural groan escaped from Henry’s chest.

“Well, someone’s been feeling deprived.” I smiled at my boyfriends chuckle, knowing that was the very idea of the exercise we were currently partaking in, only now it was time for the real torture. Slowly, I licked a strip from the base of his cock until his leaking head, allowing myself to shallowly suck the precum there before immediately releasing his member.

“You do taste wonderfully,” I teased, licking my own lips to chase the remnants of his taste. My only response was another groan, this one more tortured than the last. “And we’re only getting started, baby.”

I leaned down to wrap my lips around his dick once more, this time going further down after spending a few minutes sucking on the head of his member. Each new inch I uncovered had me retreating until only the head was between my lips, until I was bobbing my head and sucking the life out of him.

Henry’s P.O.V.

Going from practically no stimulation to the best blowjob of my life was making me feral with the intensity of the reactions she provoked on my body. My heartbeat had accelerated to a point not even running could achieve, and I swear that if I was standing, my knees would have given out on me.

Within minutes, I could feel my sack weighing heavier, signaling a fast approaching release I knew she wouldn’t grant me. Still, I allowed myself to entertain the idea of cumming on her perfect mouth, filling her up with my seed and hearing her satisfied little moan at my taste on her tongue.

“Hold it.” Two words, and yet the effect was instantaneous, if only because at the sight of me fighting against my restraints as my orgasm approached, she immediately retreated until only her fist remained on my erection, massaging it just enough to keep it alive.

The slow, shallow movements were worse than nothing at all, somehow. I couldn’t keep the disappointed groan that made her laugh from showing just how devastated I truly was, but her answering laugh came with the feeling of her warm cunt rubbing against the blunt head of my cock, so I felt like a reward was on the horizon for me.

“Do you miss this?” I knew what she was referring to, and I also knew the answer without even needing to think about it. There were few things I loved in life more than being inside of her, and in that moment, I couldn’t remember any of them.

“Madly.” She chuckled at my answer, and I could perfectly imagine her shaking her head at me, a cute little smile on her face as she averted her gaze, still incapable of accepting just how much I truly loved and desired her.

“How is it that you always know just what to say?” It was my turn to chuckle, but it turned into a hiss as she calmly positioned my cock over her hole and leisurely sat down on it, like it was no big deal at all.

I knew better, however. It was in the way her nails bit on my navel as the muscles in her thighs struggled to accept the tempo of the movement she was performing. I knew she was relishing in the burn of my member stretching her, like it always did anytime I penetrated her, no matter how thoroughly I fucked her nightly. She always struggled to take me in, and I can’t say it wasn’t a huge ego booster.

“Tell me what you want,” she ordered, and I licked my lips at the prospect of finally getting my way.

“I want to fill that perfect little pussy until it’s dripping out of you, even with my cock still buried in there.” I didn’t have to see to know that she shivered at my words. I could feel it through the connection between our bodies, and I took devious delight in it.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Well, I couldn’t say that he didn’t earn it. Just his words were enough to get me hornier than I’d ever been before I met Henry, and my hips moved on their own accord, until I was riding him with an ardor I hadn’t known I was capable of feeling. I didn’t even know I had the muscle strength to express it.

Nonetheless, we’re capable of a lot when we’re thrown in the fits of passion, I’d come to learn. And for Henry, I was pretty much down to do anything. So I just accepted the burst of energy and held on his chest for the ride, taking the opportunity to oggle my boyfriend freely even though I could see his beautiful eyes staring back at me.

He still looked perfect, and absolutely ruined, his mouth open in a silent O as he panted and tried to thrust up against me as I fucked myself on his cock, but his desperation didn’t allow him to match our tempos.

I still knew just how to make him cum with me, though.

Planting my knees on the mattress more firmly, I leaned over him to change the angle he was hitting inside of me, making sure the head of his cock was pounding against my sweet spot each time he was snuggled deep inside of me. And then, I threw myself back at his member furiously, determined to reach my own high and bring him with me.

“Come on, honey, didn’t you say you wanted to fill me up? Here’s your chance. Fill me up, daddy. I wanna have your cum dripping out of me, making a mess on our bed. Please, cum inside of me. Please, please, please.” Each word that came out of my lips was accompanied by a jolt of my hips, and soon enough, Henry’s cock was twitching inside of me just when I, too, reached that euphoric high.

I’d barely caught my breath and he was already struggling against the restraints, wordlessly begging me to release him, and I had to roll my eyes at his antics. “There you go, was that really so hard?” I asked after I’d freed him from the handcuffs and he immediately took off the blindfold, his hands coming up to squeeze a breast before rubbing all over my body, like he was trying to make up for lost time.

“Darling, I think you know better than anyone just how hard I was.” I had to laugh, thankful to have his hands on me again after, in reality, depriving myself of his touch, but he really wasn’t wrong in what he was saying.

“Oh, yeah, I can attest to that. Specially since you’re still pretty hard inside of me.” Before I could understand what was happening, he had rolled us over until he was the one hovering over me, his cock still nested deep inside my pussy.

“And I know just the way to solve that problem.”

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 3 years

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'Ello! Pardon my inactivity but I do have a request for thee, could I have an Albert Wesker x Reader where both he's teaching the reader some new combat moves (even though her job doesn't require doing so) and while they're training she manages to pin him down which results in him "rewarding" her? Apologies for this being long!

Albert Wesker x F!Reader

Warnings: smut

Ever since they started dating Wesker wanted to teach y/n some self-defence techniques, because he wanted to make sure she is safe without him and it was also part of his job. Staying almost everyday after hours, training the mew recruits, RPD became his second home. If he feels he is capable of, he goes to the gym as a method to relive some stress. Not to mention, he realised how much he missed the presence of another human being until his lover came to train with him.

It was late, not an usual hour for training, but Wesker likes the privacy. Since he doesn’t spend much time at his own house, he didn’t made his own gym, so he either goes to RPD or the one from Umbrella.

It became a routine for them. Even if her job doesn’t require combat training she is grateful for this opportunity. Wesker is an incredible fighter and teacher and has a lot of patience with her. Over time they advanced and now they fight to pin each other to the ground.

The size difference was noticeable, but that wasn’t necessary a bad thing. Albert was taller and stronger belittling y/n maybe without intention. He taunted her on purpose just to piss her off so she could lose focus, then putting her on the ground was easy. He didn’t fall with all his weight on her, he didn’t want to crush her. Dirty thoughts crossed Albert’s mind as he saw her underneath him, squirming and groaning to get free form his release. Albert was sitting on top of her, resting his weight on her chest while griping her shoulder, holding one of her arm in place, with one hand and the other was on the ground. Her arm was uncomfortably staying between his shoulder and the arm that was gripping her shirt, the other was on the ground. If she was quicker she could’ve grabbed his leg and stop him from continuing the move. Albert was near her ear and couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her a little more. He was holding his hands keeping her in a more powerful grip, from which it was impossible to escape.

“You would’ve been robbed 3 times by now.”

“Not everyone is a trained policeman with military experience.”

He let a deep chuckle inside her ear and released his grip.

“We’re going to do this one more time, then we can call it a day.”

“I don’t understand why we need to do this, it’s not like someone will attack an accountant out of the blue.”

“I think i explained you this. I want to you to be prepared for anything, even if there aren’t many crimes going around. You should thank me.”

“For teaching me, or for the low crime rate?”

“Shut up.”

Wesker chraged towards her and this time without any restraint. When his fist was about to hit her face, she lowered herself at his chest level, placed one hand on his lower thigh and the other on his back and lifted his leg up spinning him around, then dropping him on the ground. A very confused Wesker was now laying on the floor, processing what happened. He was sure she will fail this time, but when he came back from his confusion , pride and joy conquered his mind. His girl did it. Y/N saw he was dazed and she kneeled next to him worried he might hit his head too hard.

“Did i throw you too hard?”

“No, i received stronger hits.”

“Are you that impressed then?”

“Yes.”

Y/N left out a small chuckle and gave him a small kiss on his sweaty forehead, putting back in place a few strands of hair.

“He looked so good when he’s like this” she thought while running her fingers through his blond hair, admiring his exhausted form. His cheeks were red, his breath heavy, in other words, he wasn’t the perfect guy anymore. Sometimes his impeccable appearance pissed her off. Everyone has bad days, but not him. Moments like this were a treasure to her.

A small moan left his mouth when y/n grip tightened on his scalp.

“You like pain, don’t you?” Y/N was surprised when she felt his long, thick fingers moving on her inner thigh. Wesker was squeezing her flesh and was going painfully slow up to her clothed core.

“Big boy was pinned down and now he wants attention?”

“I don’t mind”

She moved the hand from his scalp, caressing his soft white skin down to the elastic band of his shorts, playing with the laces while extending his agony. She playfully inserted a finger inside, just as deep as the elastic band was, and kept pulling it. She took a glance over her shoulder and could see his erection growing.

“Do you want some comfort down there, big guy?” She said while teasing the area just above the growing member with her fingertips.

Wesker let out a shaky “please”, the other hand moved alongside to pull the tank top, enough to reveal his hardening nipple. It didn’t take long for her lips to make contact with the skin, while the other hand went deeper to explore his hot member. She grabbed it and began to stroke him gently, her fingers barely touching around his girth, while her tongue drew circles around his nipple. Wesker was struggling to pull off her leggings so he could slide a few fingers inside her. Y/N noticed and helped the poor man. In a few seconds she resumed her actions, this time half naked while Wesker was working fanatically her core. The idea of being caught excited them both, and they didn’t have any intention to speed things up. The room was filled with their dirty moans.

Wesker was making scissor motions with his fingers inside her. She needed to be well prepared to take him whole. Y/N increased the speed as well, going up and down to his ball sack, then up again. His shaft was soaked in his own precum, and his nipple was red and swollen by all the sucking.

“Say, do you want to spice it up, Y/N?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sit on my face.”

She immediately removed her leggings and panties and rested her wet core on his face, feeling his hot breath on her lips. His tongue began to spread her folds and feel the salty liquid that was dripping on his tongue. He raised his hips a little to allow y/n to remove his clothes too, revealing his hard member. The chill air made it throb, but it was soon engulfed by her hungry mouth. Well, how much she could because he was really long and thick. She covered his tip with her tips, then she proceeded to go slowly down his length taking more and more until the tip hit the back of her throat. The she stopped and pulled back, only to go down again, accommodating with the length. Meanwhile, Albert had his big thumb pressed on her clit and his tongue deep buried in her hole, licking around the contracting walls. Precum started to leak down her throat and he began to throb in her mouth. Y/N removed herself and Wesker whined in protest, trying to put pin her down again.

“Haven’t learned your lesson?”

Y/N stand up and turned around so she could sit on his cock. She was well warmed up and near edge, so with a quick thrust Wesker filled her insides. Y/N felt so full that it was unbearable. His shaft constantly hit her spot and tears began to drip down her cheeks from the overstimulation. Wesker was close too, she could feel him throb inside. She threw her head back, her vision went dark for a few seconds and all the tension that was building in her abdomen, stomach, and chest was released as she came hard on his cock. Her contractions helped Wesker reach his release too, he grabbed her flesh so hard that it turned red under his fingers so he could hold her in place. Y/N collapsed on his chest with his shaft still inside her.

“I will beat you up more frequently.”

“Oh dear, you’ll have to try harder from now on.”

“Don’t you like rewarding sex?”

“I like sex in my bed to be honest.”

He had a point. With all the adrenaline and arousal gone, self consciousness made it’s way in their minds. They were in the RPD, late, and anyone could enter the gym. Wesker pulled out, a mixture of their cum and sweat combined dripping down her thighs. He took a towel and cleaned around her core and helped her stand up. After a quick kiss on the lips, they both headed to the locker room. Hopefully, they haven’t met anyone on their way there, nor on their way to the parking lot. It was indeed a quiet city.

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flightlessangelwings · 4 years

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Chained

Comandante Veracruz x fem!Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: SMUT, dom/sub relationship, bondage, teasing, titty slapping, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, face fucking, oral (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, Veracruz is a warning by himself

I should apologize for this, but I’m not going to

“Comandante,” you moaned between his fierce kisses, “Can I ask you for something?”

His lips were on yours the moment you stepped into his apartment, and he quickly pushed you back towards his bedroom and stripped you of all but your bra and panties on the way. You managed to pull his shirt off but he remained dressed from the waist down.

“What is it?” there was a fire in his eyes, and you weren’t completely sure if it was because he was so turned on already or if he was annoyed that you stopped him.

“I want you to do something this time,” you suddenly felt nervous and looked down to avoid his gaze.

Veracruz brought a hand to your chin and made you look back up to meet his eyes, “Tell me.”

You took a deep breath, suddenly weak under his touch, “I want you to tie me to the bed.”

This time, you were sure of the reason behind the look in his eyes as he smirked at you, “I would love to, my little whore. In fact,” he paused as he moved to the drawers next to his bed, “I’ve been waiting for you to ask that,” Veracruz pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and a spreader bar.

Of course he had those in his drawers already.

He extended a hand to you, which you eagerly took and he brought you close for another kiss as he tossed the restraints onto the bed. Veracruz held onto you by your waist as he deepened the kiss, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you clawed at his skin. You trembled a bit from a mix of nerves and excitement, but he didn’t acknowledge it.

Veracruz’s hands ran up your sides to unhook your bra, and as soon as it was off your body, he pushed you down so you flopped back onto the bed. Immediately, you spread your legs for him as he took the moment to take in the sight of you in just your panties. The look of need on your face made his cock twitch in his pants.

“Scoot back to the headboard and lift your arms up,” he ordered, and you obeyed without a word.

Your breathing was ragged already as you felt your hands brush against the back of his bed, and you could feel that your panties were soaked from your wetness. Veracruz knelt on the bed between your legs as he picked up one pair of handcuffs. He pressed the cold metal against your skin and you let out a whimper at the contact and you shivered as he ran it up your body.

He took one of your arms and locked the cuff around your wrist before he locked the other band to the headboard. Veracruz gave your arm a little tug to make sure your movement was restricted enough before he gave you a satisfied smile and repeated the action with your other arm.

You were so turned on already between your bound arms and the way Veracruz looked at you, “Please,” you moaned out as you tried to buck your hips to his body.

Veracruz only chuckled darkly at you, “So impatient aren’t we?” he glanced down to the last piece of metal that lay on the bed next to you, “And we haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

Without warning, he grabbed you by your hips and leaned down to suck on the skin just above your hip bone. The action made you cry out loudly as you squirmed as much as you could under his touch. The mix of pain and pleasure as he bit and sucked marks all over your skin drove you absolutely wild. As he moved down to your thighs, Veracruz snaked his hands under your panties and slid them down your legs.

He ghosted his hands back up your legs, and you held your breath as he got closer and closer to your core. You expected him to land a hard slap on your pussy, as he often did, but this time it never came. Instead, he kept his touch feather light over your clit.

You pouted and moaned for more, but when you tried to buck your hips up, Veracruz held you down roughly, “I didn’t say you could move,” he warned as he reached for the spreader bar and locked it around your ankles.

Once you were fully restrained, Veracruz stood at the foot of the bed and admired his work, and took a moment to double check that you were still ok with this. He couldn’t decide what he liked best: the cuffs around your limbs to hold you still, the desperate look on your face, or your dripping wet pussy. That was all the confirmation he needed that you were more than ok with your situation. As much as Veracruz loved the way you let him be as rough as he wanted with you, he always made sure it was what you wanted and he never actually hurt you.

“You look so delicious tied up to my bed like this,” he growled as he stripped himself of the rest of his clothes, “I never want to let you go.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes went right to his erection as he stood before you, and you thought you would combust with how great your need was, “Comandante… please…” you begged.

“Please what?” he teased as he cocked an eyebrow and settled himself between your legs again. Veracruz knelt right on top of the spreader bar and used that to keep your legs still without needing to touch you.

“Please… Touch me. Fuck me,” you were shameless in the way you begged for him, but you didn’t care.

Veracruz groaned your name as he went back to his light touches. He started on your neck as he traced small circles before he moved down to your collarbone and then further down to your breasts. When you tried to move, the metal of the cuffs clanged against the headboard, and that sound only turned you both on even more.

He gave both of your breasts a soft squeeze before he reeled back with one hand and gave one a smack. You threw your head back and cried out at the sudden roughness before he did the same to the other breast. Veracruz leaned forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth and he savored the sounds you made as he swirled his tongue around and gave the sensitive spot a not so gentile nip.

“Fuck…” you cried out as you arched your back, since that was the only movement you were capable of with your limbs restrained.

Veracruz smiled into your skin as he nipped his way to your other nipple, making sure to suck a deep mark on the space between your breasts along the way. While his mouth was busy on your nipple, his hand ran down your stomach to finally touch your pussy.

He didn’t start slow this time, and rubbed hard and fast circles right on your clit, which only made you cry out louder. The clinging of the metal was almost drowned out by your cries, and Veracruz had no intention of letting up yet.

He pulled away from your breasts with a loud pop so that he could focus on your core. Once he sat up, Veracruz pushed two fingers into you with a swift thrust, and your voice went up an octave. A string of curses left your mouth as you clenched your inner muscles around his fingers.

“You gonna come, baby?” he purred as he said your name.

“Mmmhmm,” was all you could say as your climax quickly started to build.

Veracruz thrusted his fingers in and out of you even faster until he heard the familiar sound you made right before you came. That was when he pulled away completely before your peak hit.

You gasped for a moment before you whined at the sudden loss of contact, “Comandante…” your voice was weak from the denial as you looked at him with sad eyes in hopes that he would touch you again.

But he didn’t right away as he watched the orgasm that he denied you disappear from your eyes. You bucked your hips to him again, but Veracruz used a strong hand on your stomach to hold you down. It was only when your breath slowed that he moved to touch you again.

You expected a soft, teasing touch like he did before, but you let out a scream when he gave your pussy a hard slap instead. You cried out his name when he smacked your clit a second time and you felt tears form in your eyes. Then a third slap that was even harder made a single tear roll down the side of your face.

Veracruz paused when he noticed how red your eyes were. Silently, he stared down at your bound figure and gave you some time to recover from how hard he slapped your cunt. Your eyes fluttered shut for a minute, but you opened them again when you felt his gaze on you.

“I’m ok,” you breathed out, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

The way your chest rose and fell stirred something in Veracruz and he leaned forward to kiss you passionately before he shifted himself once more. He moved his weight from the spreader bar and pushed himself up your body to straddle your upper chest. A smirk graced his face when he saw the way you eyed his length hungrily, and he knew he didn’t need words to tell you what he wanted.

You licked your lips before you opened your mouth without needing to be told. Veracruz leaned forward as he held himself up over your body and mumbled a praise as you greedily took his cock in your mouth. He pushed himself further into your mouth, and relished how hot you looked with your lips around his cock.

The metal of the cuffs clinked against as you seemed to forget that your arms were bound. Instead, all you could do was lift your head a few inches to meet his hips. Veracruz didn’t give you much time to adjust and he started a pace of thrusting himself in and out of your mouth as he leaned forward a little more.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he picked up his pace. Between the way you sucked at his cock and the sounds of your gags and the metal cuffs, Veracruz wasn’t sure how long he could last, “You’re such a slut for my cock aren’t you?” he mumbled through moans.

Veracruz pushed himself even deeper into your mouth, enough to make you gag even more and held himself still for a moment. He then pulled back so that only the tip was still in your mouth, and he shivered when he felt you swirl your tongue around it before he thrusted himself back in completely. The bed rocked along with his thrusts as he started to lose his control. Veracruz moaned your name as he came hard into your mouth.

He rode out his orgasm on your face, before he slowly pulled out. The way your lips chased his length and your tongue licked up every drop of him had him half hard again already. Veracruz didn’t even know that was possible before now.

“Good whore,” he spoke in a low voice as he shifted himself back down so that he was between your legs once more. His hand hovered over your pussy and he waited until your eyes met his before he gave it another slap. “Just for that,” he cooed, “You earned a special treat.”

You threw your head back as you wriggled in your bounds as Veracruz pushed two fingers into your dripping wet pussy once more. He thrusted hard a few times before he leaned in and took your clit with his mouth. He didn’t tease you this time as he sucked hard between your folds and alternated with fast circles with his tongue.

Either you forgot about the metal around your wrists and ankles, or you tried to wiggle free regardless, you squirmed around as Veracruz’s tongue was relentless on your cunt. Your mouth hung open as moans and curses spilled from it, and Veracruz couldn’t get enough of it.

Every muscle in your body tensed as you felt your climax build once again and you rocked your hips as much as you could against his face. But just as you were about to come, Veracruz pulled away again.

You cried out in frustration as you felt the high run away once again. “Fuck you,” your voice was hoarse from how much you screamed.

“I believe I am fucking you,” he quipped back in a playful tone, though his voice was still low, “My sweet little cunt,” Veracruz hovered over your folds once more and ghosted his lips over yours, “Should I let you cum this time?”

You nodded furiously, “Please… Please let me cum Comandante.”

He grinned against your skin, “Only because you were such a good slut and swallowed every drop without me telling you to.” With that, he attacked your cunt with his tongue again, and it took no time for your orgasm to build back up. He added three fingers into your pussy this time and licked and nipped at your clit, determined to have to scream his name.

You did not disappoint your comandante, and within a minute, you came hard. You threw your head back as you strained against the cuffs and the spreader bar as you cried out his name. Veracruz pulled every ounce of your climax out of you before he abruptly pulled away from you and lined his now fully erect length at your entrance.

You barely had time to recover from your orgasm when Veracruz pushed his cock deep into you with one thrust. This time, moans and groans from both of you filled the room as he fucked you with a steady, hard pace.

Veracruz used his ankles to keep weight on the spreader bar to keep your legs from moving as he held on tight to your hips. The more you cried out, the harder he pushed into you, and he couldn’t get enough of the way your breasts swayed with every thrust.

Tears filled your eyes once more at how wonderfully overstimulated you were. Veracruz somehow always managed to bring you right to the edge, and he was a master of mixing pleasure with pain. Ever since the first time you slept together, you were instantly addicted. And he would never admit that he had the same feeling about you.

He kept up with his hard and rough pace as he brought one hand over to rub your clit, determined to pull another orgasm from you. “Come for me,” he commanded, “I want to watch you fall apart at my touch.”

That was all it took to make you orgasm again. With another loud scream, you came around his cock; your body shook and tingled as your climax washed over your entire body. And the way your muscles clenched around him had Veracruz coming right after you with your name on his lips.

Once both your climaxes were ridden out, Veracruz collapsed on top of you, his cock still buried deep inside your body. The room was quiet as you both caught your breaths, and it was the only sound in the room other than the occasional sound of the cuffs against the headboard.

Veracruz summoned his strength to pull out of you, which caused you to whimper, and he sat up between your legs again as he just watched you. Your eyes were still closed, and a thin layer of sweat made your body glisten. Between how you were tied up, the look on your face, and the way his cum dripped from your swollen cunt, he found himself thinking that you had never looked hotter. The only thing that would make this scene better was if his cum painted your skin as well as your cunt.

But that was an easy fix.

He leaned forward and tenderly caressed your face until you opened your eyes to look at him. You held his gaze for a moment before you smiled, another wordless affirmation. Veracruz took your lips with his in a kiss that started surprisingly soft, but quickly got rougher as his tongue entered your mouth.

When he broke the kiss, you spoke, “You gonna untie me now?”

Veracruz smirked as he kissed you again, “You thought I was done with you already?” he mumbled between kisses as he positioned himself again, “I told you I didn’t want to let you go.”

Notes: This may or may not have been self indulgent, and I do not apologize for this lol.

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grantzarrr · 3 years

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Quick fuck (g.d) part 2

part 1 is here just if you get confused!!

summary: Y/n gives Grayson his own medicine back maybe with a little more than what he did but he loves it, Y/n leaves the same way and receives so news... but what type?

warnings: just v smutty

Grayson did not expect that to happen nor has he ever actually encountered anything like this before. He was stumped to say the least, but also aroused at the whole thing, it was the dominance that had rumbled inside her, her tone really set it off for him and went straight to his dick—like most things, however this was a very unfamiliar for him to be sub.

Though it intrigued him for her to control him and put him in place and look like an angel making him beg and squirm, inched him on for some more so hard that it sparked something in him, a drive going off in him. At first he called it plain lust or just the feeling of something new that was weirdly interesting to see fall in place. But whatever it was Grayson wanted more, he needed more. And for the first time he actually took a notice into what the girl was wearing, a navy blue lace bra with the matching thong and a little bright pink bow sitting on top and now that he got to get some glares at her and some observable information into her lingerie, she was the most sexiest woman he’s ever seen.

It was like an eye opener for him, he never took notice into any of the girls faces or what they would wear to “impress” him, he just never cared- for the looks only for their tits bouncing at his thrusts and strokes or how each girl felt around him, throbbing and clenching pussy’s. Hell he didn’t care if they came or not, but unalike this girl, she didn’t sit just there nor was she frightened by him. And he liked that, he liked the way she yelled back at him, he liked the way she warned him what she can do instead of vise versa and he especially liked when she told him what was going to happen, like he’s the little bitch.

“Since you wanna be such an asswhole, let’s see how much you can handle your medicine,” with that said she pushed Grayson backwards on the bed crawling on top. She was full on poker face doing this too, a look that seemed she didn’t want be here or she was unsatisfied with what’s in front of her even like she only did this for him. And Grayson wanted to test this her full capabilities.

“I don’t do the submissive roll, sweetheart,” meeting up with her wondering eyes over his body, he wanted to see exactly how she would break him. Trying to see into her mind, he was sure that she’ll snap and go on about how she’s the boss and she didn’t care what he ‘doesn’t do’. But to his dismay she simply ignored his remark, yanking his arms up, handcuffing them to the premade setup, he gulped at this, not fully knowing what she’s gonna do now so he started staring up at her face looking for the smallest of hints, the more he actually glazed at her face the more prettier she looked— fully concentrated on anything but him and still looked gorgeous, down to her lips, up at her eyes— absolutely stunning. He swore his heart sped up for a moment and his ears heated up.

After she got done inclosing him into the setup-which he willingly let happen, it was like she captivated him in with the way her demeanor about this was. She burned the soul of her eyes at him, his dick started tightening making him slowly swift and wiggle on the bed.

“Please- don’t give me that look.” He begged but she continued, letting it sit on him, letting it rumble on his mind a bit, really letting it unravel raw to him, letting him know he had no say in this right now. She seen his little wiggles and small movement she also saw the tint forming.

“Stay still.” She warned him, pinning his hips down and gave his inner thigh a firm slap, catching him off guard a bit.

Y/n remembered that there was little chest she had seen when she first arrived, she motioned it to Grayson, which he replied, “those toys”. So she headed straight over. To her it wasn’t necessarily odd for a guy like him to have sex toys and devices somewhere here—out of all places a chest but hey, they got to be somewhere, she thought. The chest remarkably didn’t have any special codes or key to open, though she was happy for that, she wanted to torture and edge Grayson into opening it, just to rub in his face out of the shit he’s done.

She surprisingly found a hefty amount of toys for him, she came across an cock ring, some sort of ball vibrater, a gag and a paddle. Once she collected the items and turned to Grayson, just to find his eyes closed, withering away into the mattress again, now she has something else to tease him about. A devilish smirk appearing onto her face, time for the fun to begin.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay still? Why are you so disobedient, hm?” She pestered.

Grayson’s eyes immediately popped open and once he seen the toys in her hand he knew it was over, “I’m sorry, I promise— I didn’t mean to I just tried anything because I’m getting hard-.” He pleaded, the poker face was smeared back on her face so he couldn’t quite point out any signs again.

“Be a good boy for me and know when to close your mouth,” she spoke and began walking closer to him, throwing the toys onto the bed, his mouth was slowly gaped so you could see a little of his pink tongue sticking out from the dimness of his mouth.

“Speaking of which, I think I’ll like you better with the gag in your mouth, sweets. Open wide.” She pronounced.

Shoving the gag between his plump pink lips, securing it around the back. Already the saliva started to build on the ball. Once she got it hooked, Y/n began kissing at his neck, rubbing her hands up and down his chest, letting out small fulfilled groans. She worked her way down teasing his body, licking at his nipples watching them tense up, reaching all the way down to cock— already hard and oozing of precum, she licked, sucked and palmed softly through his boxers, staring into his tightly shut eyes. Y/n heard his mutters through the gag and knew what he wanted.

“Mm don’t worry, sweets, I’ll take good care of this.” She mumbled against his abs where she was kitty licking. She knew that she wasn’t going to but making it harder for him was to fun to pass up.

She worked down to pulling his boxers down his legs, letting his strained dick free, you heard a small breath from his nose of release. She grasped it in her hand and started from his balls on up with a bold lick stripe, that alone sent a little shiver down his back. She swirled around the tip not going any further, only soaking the tip in her saliva, once he threw his head back into the pillows, she quickly grabbed the cock ring and slid it down onto him, she turned the remote on the highest settings and crawled off from between his legs. His head sunk deeper into the pillows and he bucked his hips up for more pleasure, you could hear his soft whimpers and moans still from the gag.

Watching him squirm and weaken away from the ring was thrilling, after all the shit he put girls through he deserves it. You thought if you should just leave him there and let that be his problem or if you should get off, have a little fun then leave. And if this was your last time with him why not have a little fun, you thought. You wickedly smirked upon him and slowly pulled the ring off and hearing a groan of relief with a mix of pleasure loss from him. Before you got started you took his gag off, he didn’t speak, nothing left his mouth but his eyes were hot on you, studying your every move, he gaped at your like your were his prey and he was a staving lion. You knew exactly what he wanted and you were gonna give it to him...exactly like he did to you.

You took the gag of solely to hear his praises and whines, that’s what kept you going, that’s your main goal. Y/n crawled on top in reverse cow girl style, you looked back to make sure of where his dick was going, you hardly got on top so you still was kind of new to doing it your self. Once you started sinking in deeper, you began hearing him praise.

“Yes, oh my fuck- you feel so good going deep.”

It fueled you, his words had a hell of a effect on you, but you remembered your goal and you began setting off. You rode him into oblivion sending you both into a ball of heaven, he was so deep from this position it drove you crazy, he was bucking his hips up to match your rhythm causing his balls to slap up. It was true euphoria, not only from his dick alone but hearing him praise and worship your pussy was sending you over drive.

And after you came- harder than you ever have, you noticed that Grayson didn’t which is the reason you got up. Seems like he did as well, “Hey! What are you doing? I didn’t get to cum, are you crazy?” He started pulling at the restraints, after you got your clothes you looked at him up and down.

“I’m getting the fuck out...that’s what you told me to do earlier?” You taunted, “What about the fucking handcuffs?” He voiced raised still yanking on them, “They seem weak, you’re strong enough to escape.”

Then you left, no more of that asswhole and it was this way for a good two and a half months- well until this phone call..

A/N: hii! sorry for the “little” break😅 uhh that seems to happen to me alot loll also i might drop a reveal of me soon—

#grayson dolan fic #dolan twins fanfic #grayson dolan smut #smut #smutty #grayson dolan #fan fic #ethan dolan

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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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can we get A12 from prompt list 3 w/ himbo roger? pls its for my health - ☁️

Apologies that this is a bit late! I always find hypno stuff takes a bit longer, especially since I try and base it on files that already exist. Speaking of this was very much inspired by THIS hypno audio intended for a penis-having audience.

Anyway, did you know that erotic hypno is a whole ass subgenre of phone sex because that’s what I learned today! Also I felt like this scenario screamed hands free orgasm so oop that’s what ya getting

A12: Phone/video sex

After the first day of the conference where you were presenting about the steps your organisation was taking to reduce the rates of homelessness, all you wanted was to talk to Roger. He picked up quickly, sighed a tired hello into the phone, though his tone picked up when he realised it was you.

“I missed you,”

“Rog it’s been like 24 hours since I saw you,”

“Yeah I know. But today was…not great. Kinda just feel like being with you.”

“What happened?”

“Oh, nothing, not important. Tell me about your day, Ms Making-A-Difference,”

“Oh y’know, spent most of the day listening to various people speak. I got to meet some incredible people and learn about some really important work that they’re doing. But it’s honestly not the most thrilling thing in the world. The last session went on for like three hours. My presentation went well though, people seemed to respond favourably. Hopefully the panel tomorrow is just as good.”

“I am so proud of you,”

“Thanks. Now you go, what happened today that’s got you feeling down?” Roger sighed again, “Oh the usual band nonsense. Got into it with Bri about one of his contributions to the new album. It’s dumb and we’ll both be over it by tomorrow but right now I am sick of his shit.”

“Sorry I can’t be there to make you feel better,”

“It’s fine, hearing your voice is enough. Although, there might be something else you can do…Put me under?”

“Over the phone?”

“Why not?”

“I- Will that even work? Normally it’s face to face,”

“Yeah but it’s all about your voice and instructions. Distance shouldn’t matter,”

You considered what he said, ideas of what you could do already forming, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, let’s try. Just give me two minutes to lock the door so we aren’t interrupted,” you set the phone down and headed to the door, slipping your do not disturb hanger onto the outside handle, and then began stripping down to your underwear. Dropping your work clothes into a pile beside your suitcase, you knelt down and began digging through your neatly packed belongings until you located the small vibrator you’d begun travelling with.

“Okay, back,” you said as you settled against the mattress, “are you comfy?”

“Very. Was already in bed when you called,”

“What are you wearing?”

“Bit cliché,” he laughed, “but um, my PJ pants,”

“Is that all?”

“Well I have undies on too,”

“You wanna change, remove some layers?”

“Slip into something more comfortable?”

“Exactly,” you chuckled, your excitement rising as you heard Roger stand up and remove his clothes.

“Alright, I’m starkers now,”

“Good boy. I was thinking we might play hands free,”

“And what does that mean?”

“Very simply, you’re going to drop for me, down down down, drop into that place you enjoy so much. Nothing to think about. No worries. No thoughts. Just the desire to please…” You’d hypnotised Roger enough times to know what worked for him and what didn’t, though it felt odd to be putting him under without any of the usual visual cues. But his breath was steady and deep and his voice was soft, almost far away, when he responded to your questions. You talked to him for a little longer than you normally would feel necessary, just to make sure everything stuck the way you wanted it to.

“That’s right, nice deep breaths. Now put your free hand over your head so it touches the headboard, okay? And stretch your legs out to the corners of the bed.” Roger hummed acknowledgement and you hoped that meant he’d followed the instruction.

“When I wake you, you wont be able to move your hands or feet. The hand over your head will be tied to the headboard, restrained, keeping you in place on the bed. Your feet will be tied down too, making it impossible to move. Your other hand will be glued to the phone so you can’t move it or touch yourself. You’ll be stuck in place, stuck listening to me, stuck, stuck, stuck. Okay, I’m going to count down from ten now. And when I reach one, you’ll be in such a deep, dumb state, that my words will become your complete and absolute reality. And you’ll feel so good just letting it happen, letting me take control. You’ll be so deep, so deep and dumb, and everything will feel so real. Connecting your mind and your body to my words, bringing you all those pleasurable sensations you are capable of feeling. Ten. Deeper and deeper, dumber and dumber. Nine. Just listening to me, to my voice and my words. Eight. Feeling everything so strongly, believing everything I say. Seven. Down, down, down, deeper and deeper. Six. Letting yourself relax. Five. And letting me take control. Four. Such a nice sensation. Three. Going deeper and deeper down. And the deeper you go, the dumber you are and the better you feel. And the better you feel the deeper you want to go. Two. Letting the cycle take you deeper and dumber and deeper. One.” You snapped your fingers into the receiver, “wake up,”

Roger hummed again.

“Hi baby,”

“Where are you? I can’t see you,”

“Of course not silly. I’m on the phone. I couldn’t be there with you but that doesn’t mean you can’t be my silly little plaything, does it? How do you feel?”

“Oh! Stuck!”

You heard a grunt as Roger tried to break free of his restraints, “Aww, poor boy, all tied up. But you’re turned on my it, aren’t you,”

“Yes,” his voice was soft as if he didn’t want to admit it.

“That’s so good! I want you to be turned on!”

“You do?”

“Such a Dummy. Of course I want you to be turned on. Because I’m going to do something special for you right now. It’s why you’re tied up. I’m going to make you cum and I don’t want you touching yourself and rushing it. You’re going to let me give you a blow job.”

“But…cunt?”

“If you’re good and let me hear how much you like my blowjob, you’ll make me so wet. I love listening to you.”

“Okay,”

“Good boy, I promise it’s going to be so much fun,”

“Now, close your eyes and think about me. Imagine me there with you. Naked. Kneeling between your spread legs. Feel the rope around your wrist and your ankles, really feel it. What’s it like?”

“Umm, tight. Rough. I can’t move. But it doesn’t hurt!”

“I hope not, I want you to feel good. Now, feel my fingers trace a line up your thigh,” Roger let out a small huff of air, “it tickles,”

“Yeah?” you smiled to yourself, happy it seemed to be working, “Feel now as I drag my finger higher up your thigh. Feel every sensation from my touch, slowly creeping up your leg. Feel your skin tingle where I touch you. Warm and wonderful. It’s like my fingers are activating your nerve endings wherever I touch you, making you feel nothing but pleasure. Let yourself feel it, that electrifying tingle running from where I touch you all the way up to your brain. Arousing you.” Roger’s breath came out shakier than before.

“And as my fingers drift up to your stomach, feel the warm trail follow. Across your stomach and then down to your cock. I bet that felt good. My hand, wrapping around your cock. You’re getting hard aren’t you?”

A small whimper, “Yes,”

“Good. I like how you feel, getting stiff in my hand. It turns me on. Makes my cunt wet and my mouth drool.” It wasn’t a total lie either. You weren’t drooling exactly but as you shifted your thighs together you could feel how wet you were. Roger groaned and you heard him shift.

“Uh uh uh, stay nice and still and let me pleasure you. I’m not going to release the ropes that bind you until you’re finished.”

He stilled again with another huff.

“Good boy. Just relax and feel my touch. Feel how hungry I am for your cock as I lower myself between your legs, stroking my hand over you. You look so big and hard in my hand. And that makes me want to taste you even more. Feel my hand move up and down your shaft as I lean in and press a kiss to the tip of your cock. You can feel my breath too, can’t you. My warm breath as I lick my lips, so ready to taste you. I can’t wait any more. I press my tongue to the base of your shaft and lick up to your tip.”

Another noise from Roger, too quiet.

“Let me here you Dummy. Let me hear how good I make you feel as I drag my tongue back down again.”

“Fuck,”

“Good Dummy. I lick back up to your lip again, flick my tongue along the underside of it. And you can feel that, can’t you? I say it so your brain feels it and your cock feels it too. My tongue flicking against you again. And again. Up and down. And again. It’s such a sensitive spot. It feels so good that your cock twitches.”

Roger’s breathing had lost all of the calm rhythm you’d put him under with. It was ragged and heavy as he waited for what you were going to do next, unable to move or speed you up.

“I think your balls need some attention now. My hand moves over your shaft again but you can feel my mouth against your balls. Feel as I kiss you there. A hot, wet kiss. Feel as I run my tongue over them. Enough to drive you crazy with lust. Especially when I suck one of your balls into my mouth. Let me hear you beg for me to suck your cock.”

“Please, please suck my cock. I’m so hard and I want you so bad.”

“You’re so good for me so I’m going to reward you. Feel my lips on your shaft again, leaving more wet kisses all around your cock. And up, up, up. Until I finally put my mouth around the tip of your cock,”

“Oh fuck, thank you,”

“So polite. You feel so much pleasure, just from this. Just my mouth around your tip. But you can feel more. And you do feel more as you watch me slide just that bit further down your cock. Feel how warm and wet my mouth is as I take more of you. Such intense pleasure. But you’re at my mercy now. Tied down for me to use, for me to control. You’re lucky I love sucking your cock. And I do love it. I’m so wet just from having you in my mouth. And you can feel how much I love it by how eagerly I take you. Feel that sucking motion now. Stretching my mouth to take even more of you, even further down your cock. And feel my hands on your hips, grabbing hold of you tight as I take you deeper. Adding to the pleasure.”

Roger’s moans were uninhibited and enthusiastic, and it was more than you could handle without some relief. As quickly as you could without disrupting what he was experiencing, you shuffled down the bed and peeled your knickers off one handed, tracing your fingers along your slit and around your clit.

“You can feel how deep I’m taking you now. Deep enough to choke on you, just a little. Gag around you. Feel my lips drag back up and then all the way back down again. Taking you as far as I can. One hand sliding down to cup your balls, massage them in my palm as I fill my throat with your cock. It feels so good. You’re so close. On the brink of cumming. And then it stops. I pull back off you, let go of you.”

Roger whined down the phone line.

“My mercy, remember. I am so fucking horny right now, so fucking wet. All from sucking you off. But you’re going to lie there, desperate, and listen to me get off before I’ll let you. Feel it as I wrap my lips around your tip again, sucking. And as I suck I get closer to orgasm.” You reached for the vibrator, pressing it to your clit, trying to keep your moan quiet so the next room wouldn’t hear you.

“You can fe-el it when I moan, feel it in your c-cock. Fuck. I sink lower. Suck harder. I’m so close baby,” you couldn’t get any more words out as the vibrator buzzed against you. But Roger was so lost in the sensation it didn’t matter. He believed everything, felt everything just as you described. Your orgasm hit and your hand tightened around the phone, Roger’s whines and harsh breaths audible as you rode it out. You turned the vibrator off and dropped it.

“Christ. You feel me moan again and rise up to your tip once more. Sucking so hard, begging you to fill my mouth with your cum. Cum for me baby.” You knew it had worked by the hitch in his breath and the stuttered moan that followed. “Good boy. Didn’t that feel so good? And now, you can feel yourself relaxing again as the ropes around your wrist and ankles loosen…”

“Holy shit Y/N,” Roger said softly, half laughing, “You’re an evil genius.”

“Well I wouldn’t say genius. But I am pretty great.”

“I am covered in cum. I don’t think I’ve ever ejaculated quite so much.”

“I think you should document visual proof because I can think of at least two occasions that might have been more. Was it good enough to turn your day around though?”

“Absolutely. I can’t even remember why I felt so shitty.”

“I’m very glad to hear that,”

“Thank you. But it’s getting late, you should probably go to bed since you’ve got to speak again tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Plus, you’ll want to have some energy left when I call tomorrow night to return the favour.”

#my writing #my blurbs #smut blurb #roger taylor smut #roger taylor x reader #☁️#thank you for giving me an excuse to write more himbo rog #i think i leaned more heavily on the hypnosis part than the bimbo part in this #but either way he is very fun to play with lmao #Anonymous

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im-what-iam · 4 years

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Will He

Seonghwa X Hongjoong

This is part one!

Any comments/criticisms/suggestions welcome and encouraged 💖

Word Count: 2,493

Description: As a bisexual, Seonghwa had had his fair share of explorations before he met his long time boyfriend, Hongjoong. However, he had never bottomed in a male on male sexual interaction. When Hongjoong expressed his interest in trying exactly that, Seonghwa battles with his pride and his fear, but ultimately accepts his request. Little did he know, Hongjoong is capable of being more cruel than he imagined...

Part Two

Seonghwa had been hesitant when Hongjoong casually brought up the idea over dinner a few nights ago.

"Well, it's just because you're always the one who's got me chained to the bed posts and crying your name."

He had spoken without a hitch, not even looking up from his plate as he shoveled spaghetti into his mouth, causing Seonghwa to nearly choke on his wine, eyes franticly searching the restaurant to be sure nobody heard.

When he was certain nobody was paying them any mind, he attempted a response, his words coming out in a whisper as he leaned towards the smaller man.

"Joong... You know that I've never..."

"Never what?" Hongjoong shot him a smirk.

"Ugh, don't make me say it. I've always been the one in control, you know that."

And it was true. At least, when it came to the bedroom. Being the bisexual he is, Seonghwa had had his fair share of sexual exploration before he met Hongjoong. However, he had always been the one in charge when it came to other men, and Hongjoong was no exception. For them it just seemed right, with their size difference. But Hongjoong undoubtedly has his dominant side, and often times ends up leading the relationship. Seonghwa doesn't mind this in the least, following along with whatever it was Hongjoong wanted to make him wear, buy for their apartment, do on their dates and so on. Seonghwa didn't much care. He was happy as long as Hongjoong was sporting that contagious smile of his, eyes half-mooned, corners crinkled in delight. He lives for the times he is graced with the presence of that exact smile, Seonghwa thinks.

Hongjoong formed his mouth into a pout, giving Seonghwa his best puppy eyes.

"Please, Hwa? I'll take good care of you."

He can't help but let a mischievous giggle escape him, watching as Seonghwa contemplated the request with arms folded across his chest, trying not to catch his boyfriend's gaze. He chewed his lower lip in thought, the fear of the unfamiliarity being the only thing keeping him from saying yes right away. After all, he infrequently says no to his lover, opting to do any and everything it took to please him. This was no different, he thought, and he trusts him with his life. So with that, Seonghwa turned to face him and gave him a somewhat reluctant nod.

"But you're paying for dinner tonight." He added with a wry smile.

***

Seonghwa lays on his back, arms suspended loosely above his head, wrists bound in a double column tie he had taught Hongjoong just an hour before. Hongjoong kneels between the larger man's thighs, placing warm kisses along his naked chest to comfort him as he gets used to the vulnerable position. After tying him up, Hongjoong had begun teasing him, paying particular attention to his neck -his most sensitive spot- in between lust fueled kisses.

By now, Seonghwa was already dying to get some relief, his neglected cock red with sensitivity. He can't easily see Hongjoong's movements through the patterns of the black lace blindfold, but he knows he looks up at him as he asks

"Are you sure about this Hwa? We can stop any time you want. Don't push yourself."

Seonghwa nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I'm... I'm just nervous. But I trust you." He so desperately wishes he could just lose himself in the heat of his boyfriend's tightness, but he's giddy at the thought of his man taking him for the first time. He lets his curiosity take hold, imagining just what it might feel like even though he has no frame of reference. He had never been touched in that way before, and had no idea what to expect.

He snaps back to reality as Hongjoong sucks his nipple and pulls it between his teeth, earning himself a groan. He bites the flesh just above his collarbone, his breath hot on the larger man's neck as he speaks.

"I'll make you feel so good, you'll be begging me to fuck you again."

His cock twitches at the thought of his boyfriend being inside him, just enough to poke at Hongjoong's own hard-on, and he feels the smaller man smile against his skin at that.

"Seems to me like your body wants it more than you're willing to admit."

And he's right. Seonghwa is torn between the desire to fuck the smugness out him, and the unfamiliar desire to be filled up and fucked senseless by the man HE usually fucks into oblivion. The idea feels foreign but has excitement bubbling in his chest, his heart hammering in his ribcage. At this point, his pride is the only thing making him hesitate. All he has to do is jump the mental hurdle and give in.

Hongjoong moves between his boyfriend's legs again, letting his hands slide down his torso before wrapping them around his length and squeezing.

"Look at you, you're dripping. You want me that bad?"

He teases, flicking his tongue along the slit of the cock between his hands.

The slightest touch is almost too much for Seonghwa, and he craves more. Needs more. He hisses, bucking his hips as he searches for friction.

"Ah ah," Hongjoong singsongs, letting go of him, causing him to struggle against his restraints.

He's not even a little bit used to being denied pleasure, and it pisses him off. Is this what it’s like when I do this to him? He thinks, wondering how people could possibly enjoy being toyed with.

"Fuck, I'm gonna kill you tomorrow."

Seonghwa glowers through his blindfold at his boyfriend, who sits back on his heels with a cute grin plastered on his face. He can't see his expression, but he knows enough to assume he's enjoying this a little too much.

"I think I'll let you wait some more." He says as he gets up and crosses the room to his desk, opening his MacBook.

"Listen to this while you wait."

He hears the door open and close, and grits his teeth in frustration. He's nearly decided this shit isn't worth it when the sweet sounds of Hongjoong's moans reach his ears. The sound is quiet through the laptop speakers, but loud enough that he can hear the lewd noises of his boyfriend pleasing himself while he moans his name.

“Seonghwa.... Ohh, Hwa. Fuck, I'm g-gonna....” Then the sound of Hongjoong riding out his orgasm fills his head. Somehow it makes him angrier, being teased like this. He tugs at his restraints, grunting as the ropes offer him no leeway. Why the hell did he teach him the proper way to tie? A wave of anger washes over him. He feels helpless, and he despises that.

"KIM HONGJOONG," he yells in frustration, loud enough for him to hear. And the neighbors too, probably.

"Get your short ass in here! You think this is funny?"

No response.

The audio replays itself again and again. He wishes he could shut his ears off; block out the sound of Hongjoong’s hand working his cock, the sound of his moans and the way he calls Seonghwa’s name as he comes.

After it replays a few more times, his frustration dissolves into something more like hopelessness and longing. It must have been an hour by now, and tired tears stain the lace covering his eyes. He wishes he could see the video of his lover. Wishes he could have him bouncing in his lap. Wishes so badly that he could just touch his face, kiss him as he makes love to him.

Subconsciously he rolls his hips to the rhythm of Hongjoong touching himself, imagining he is the one coaxing the beautiful whines from his lover's lips.

The clicking of boots cross the tile floor tears Seonghwa from his fantasy.

"Joong?"

He says quietly, as if his boyfriend could magically hear him. He can barely make out the jingling of keys followed by the latch of the front door closing. He becomes painfully aware that he was just left alone in their apartment. Tied up, horny, frustrated, and losing his composure.

"Hongjoong what the... Are you fucking KIDDING ME??!?!!!!"

Seonghwa nearly screams, kicking at the mattress like a kid throwing a tantrum. He pulls hard at his restraints, tears wetting the lace of his blindfold as quiet sobs escape him. He digs his nails into the flesh of his palms, tugging uselessly at the ties until the ropes burn into his wrists.

He wonders why the hell he agreed to this. Why he thought Hongjoong would be more merciful. He knows him better than that. The kind of man who will do anything to get what he wants, and it just occurred to Seonghwa that Hongjoong wanted to break him. As always he got what he wanted.

Seonghwa breaks, crying for real now as he lets his arms go limp in defeat. His wrists are searing and red, half moons trenched into his palms and tears crawling down his cheeks. He sobs for real now too, the noise of Hongjoong coming over and over again like a symphony of untuned instruments invading his ear drums. He let his eyes close and tried his very best to ignore the cacophony of pleasured whines and groans of his own name spewing from the laptop speakers. He tried his very best to fall asleep, hoping maybe somehow he'd wake up and it would all have been just a dream. He was done.

***

Some time later, bedroom door swings open, pulling Seonghwa from his semi-conscious state.

"Joong?"

He mumbles weakly. A plastic bag settles on the desk and the audio of Hongjoong finally ceases with the click of the spacebar. Hongjoong says nothing yet, studying his boyfriend's rope burned wrists and tear stained face. He watches his lips and chin tremble as he formulates words.

"Joongie please... Please untie me, I... I'll do a-anything..."

With that he reaches around his head and removes the blindfold, his hand lingering next to the older boy's face. Seonghwa leans his cheek against his hand, meeting his expressionless gaze with puffy eyes and knitted brows. Hongjoong finally breaks his silence, not the slightest hint of guilt in his voice.

"Oh, has my little Hwa had enough already?"

He sounds almost mocking, but Seonghwa is too beaten down to be offended. He's sure it's all part of the act, but he's even more sure that he can't be sure of anything right now. Hongjoong walks back to the desk, sitting in the wheeled chair and pulling up another video on his laptop.

"Remember when I asked if I could film us? And you stupidly agreed."

He presses play on another video, rolling the chair to the side and pulling a styrofoam container from the takeout bag next to him.

"This is why."

He says in a too calm tone, snapping the wooden bridge of his disposable chopsticks and mixing the black bean noodles.

Seonghwa glances toward the Macbook's screen. He watches footage of himself fucking into his lover, whose legs are wrapped around his waist and hands clutching the headboard that hits against the wall with each thrust. His lover asks to be choked, saying he wants to come like that. He complies, wrapping his long fingers easily around the other's small neck.

Seonghwa remembers this in detail, observing the video as his mind replays that day like a movie in his head. The way Hongjoong's face was pink with oxygen deprivation, curses falling from his lips as he begged for him to come inside. Begged to be filled with every drop of him. He complied with that request, too, a groan leaving his chest as he emptied his lungs and his release into Hongjoong, who came seconds later with a cry of his name.

He marveled once again in the way Hongjoong had come with such force that he painted his own neck and upper chest with streams of white. He remembered thinking how beautiful he looked in that post orgasm moment, gazing up at him with hooded eyes. Lips parted and chest heaving like he couldn’t possibly get enough air. Cum splattered across his pecks, a splotch on his left clavicle, and a stripe on the right side of his neck. Hongjoong was a wonderfully alluring fucked out mess. It was as if Pollock himself had graced his lover's chest with one of his masterpieces. Seonghwa was so moved by the sight that he leaned down, still inside him, and licked every last drop off of him, treating it like a gift of rare nectar from the gods.

Seonghwa has given up. He doesn’t care about his stupid pride any more, nor his fears. He just wants release at his boyfriend’s hand. He needs some, any form of touch from him. He mentally accepts his defeat, desiring whatever it was Hongjoong wanted to do to him in that moment.

By the time the video finished, Hongjoong had also finished his noodles, tossing his moto jacket wherever it may land and settling back into the chair. He tapped his fingers on the armrest, seemingly in complete control besides the betrayal of his dick straining against his jeans.

"Should I play it again? Or are you ready to be my bitch?"

He says with a devilish smirk.

Seonghwa gives him a serious look but quickly softens, his eyes full of longing.

"Please, Joong. Please... Just fuck me."

He swallows down a sob, searching his lover's face for any sign of remorse.

Hongjoong grins with satisfaction from hearing his boyfriend ask something so out of character. He stands, discarding his clothes slowly for Seonghwa to see, who licks his lips when his cock springs free from his briefs.

"You want me to fuck you?" He teases.

"You want me to bury myself in your untouched little ass?"

Hongjoong leans over Seonghwa, hands on the rope work as his lover nods eagerly.

"Want me to fuck you senseless? Make you come with just my dick?" He slowly starts untying the ropes, eyes never leaving Seonghwa's, whose cock twitches at the thought, precum pooling into the small puddle that had formed near his navel.

"Please, Joong. I'll be good. I swear. Please just touch me." He pleads.

"Yea, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

Hongjoong preens, letting the loosened rope land next to his boyfriend's head.

"Ask me again."

Seonghwa's arms lay useless above him. He has no ounce of energy left to fight. No desire to fight. He is completely at the will of the smaller man, and he knows this, but couldn't care less in the moment.

"Hongjoong... Please, fuck me, I'm... losing my mind, I need to feel you."

He pleads again, tears welling up on his bottom lashes. "Please..."

Hongjoong places a gentle kiss to Seonghwa's forehead, the closest thing to mercy he has shown him in hours.

"Then, my love, you shall receive."

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Swan Song: Loki x Reader - Ch 8

The car ride back was long; made more so by the way Loki kept looking at you. Any time you made eye contact, he would smirk at you. He looked like a predator about to devour his prey. The thought excited you.

When the limousine pulled to a stop in front of Loki’s home-building, he hurried out, not waiting to see if you were following.

You scampered along after him, your tall gold heels clicking as you moved. By the time you reached Loki’s personal room, his suit had shifted back to his preferred leather and metal armour in a brilliant golden glow.

Loki only stopped, turning to face you, once you had entered into the small stone room with the altar-like table at the center. Unsure of his intentions, you walked over to it, ready to sit down.

“No.” The command was just above a whisper, but you heard it and stopped instantly. The dominating tone he used instantly had your body rigid, wondering what he was thinking.

“Kneel.”

You turned back towards him and knelt down on the cold floor. Loki crossed the room and stopped in front of you.

“Remove your jewelry.”

You hastened to comply. When it was off, you placed it in Loki’s outstretched hand. Instantly it vanished. After a moment it was replaced by a metal muzzle. You glanced up at him and his eyes flashed.

“Did I say you could look up?”

You quickly diverted your gaze as he wrapped the metal piece over your mouth. Loki slowly walked over behind you and crouched down, pressing a soft kiss into the base of your neck.

“Now let’s get that bothersome little dress off you, shall we?”

He gripped the material with both hands and tore it straight down the back before tossing it to the side.

“Mmm… much better.” Loki purred. “I really did make a good judgement call on not having you wear anything underneath.

Loki grasped your hands and held them behind your back, wrists together. You felt the familiar sensation of magic as they were bound together.

Slowly, he trailed his fingers down your back, his chilly digits sending goosebumps wherever they touched. The rush of cold air when he removed your dress had already hardened your nipples to pert buds, overly sensitive as his touch began to excite you. Loki lowered himself and lightly kissed the small of your back before tracing his hands over your ass cheeks. They paused for a moment, and with a loud crack, he swatted the bare skin. Your quiet yelp was muffled by the muzzle. Humming thoughtfully, Loki swatted you again.

Loki seemed to innately know the right amount of pressure to cause you pleasure just shy of pain.

Then he gently kneaded the skin, allowing his cool fingers to soothe the undoubtedly red mark. You could feel yourself growing wet at his touch. Then he gently slid his hands down your calves and stopped to press a feather light kiss just above the heel. His long hair tickled your skin as he bent over.

Loki’s deft fingers made short work of your heels before tossing them across the room. Then his hands slid back up your legs, fingers curling away until just his long index finger slid over your dripping pussy. Loki pulled his finger away and licked it thoughtfully, savouring the taste.

“On your feet, I can’t admire you this way.”

You hastily stood up, struggling slightly against your bonds.

“On the table, pet.”

You gently knelt down on it, scooting yourself forward to maintain balance.

Loki snapped his fingers and you felt a heavy weight on your shoulders. You looked down and saw a collar and chains hanging from your neck. Loki strolled around until he was in front of you and smiled. Then he bent over so he was eye level with you on the table, leaning on his hands.

“Yes. I quite like you like this, don’t you think, pet?”

You nodded, his deep velvety voice driving you mad. Loki winked at you. Then he straightened up and walked so he was once more behind you, his cold fingers sliding down your back.

“And now that I have you like this, how should I begin?” Loki mused quietly. “Perhaps I’ll have you in my true form since I know how much that excites you. Though this is supposed to be your punishment.” Loki hummed again. Then he chuckled as he walked back in front of you. Gold shimmered over him and then his armour was gone and Loki stood bare before you. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply before stretching his arms apart and allowing his skin to shift to a deep blue. You watched, ever awed by the sight, as deep ridges formed over his skin, covering his body completely. Your eyes roved down to his partially erect cock that was also covered in those same ridges. The thought of the foreign texture, as cold as he could allow without truly hurting you, excited you even more. You tried to shift your legs some, to ease the aching that was building in you as more juices started dripping down your thighs.

Loki chuckled, his red eyes sparkling as he watched your eyes dilate further. “I could pleasure myself alone to the sight of you. Perhaps I should leave you alone like this.” Your gaze shot up from his cock and you tried to beg but the muzzle cut off any sound. Loki smirked. In his hand, he summoned a large green vibrator, almost as thick as him – as thick as his human form. His Jotun form was almost too large to accommodate, but with the arousal he could elicit from you, your body was able to stretch around him; still managing to not be too painful, tight but the pleasurable side of it, so he engulfed you completely.

Loki nodded again thoughtfully, knowing exactly where your thoughts were going.

“I wish I could put your pretty mouth to work, pet, but we can’t have you making noises, can we?”

You stared back up at him, hoping he would do something, anything, soon.

Loki gently stroked his cock as he eyed you hungrily. “Perhaps I should spill myself on you, make you as filthy as the naughty little whore you are.” He murmured. “Would you like that?” Your knees were starting to ache from being on the hard surface and in one place for so long. Loki shook his head, clearly displeased by the idea.

He leaned forward and began sucking and kissing your throat, occasionally nibbling the skin lightly as his hands pawed at your breasts. The chilly aura coming from his body started to contrast sharply with the heat of your body as your arousal grew.

Even though your cunt continued to drip with desire, the evening of Loki’s ministrations had left you sore. Loki seemed to sense it, his features splitting into a Cheshire grin.

“I suppose I’ve been forgetful of, ah,” he paused, searching for words, “shall we say, other areas of you.”

You eyed him warily, your knees protesting in discomfort. Once more Loki strolled around you. You could feel his cold callused fingers sliding down your back, sending shivers of delight through you. His hands drifted lower and lower, stopping at your ass and slowly spreading the cheeks wide.

“This might start uncomfortable, love, but this is a punishment after all.”

Then he slowly began to slide the vibrator in, centimeter by centimeter. Your whole body quivered as the vibrations began to pulse through you. Soon it reached deep within your ass, hitting your sweet spot. Loki gently slid it in and out as waves of pleasure rolled over you. Finally you sank down on the table, cheek resting on the smooth surface, ass still in the air. You were too weak to hold yourself up as orgasm after orgasm struck you. Loki kept your ass firmly in the air, holding you in place. You tried to cry out, but the muzzle kept you silent.

Then Loki stepped away, leaving the toy buried within you. He strolled around back to stand before you, gripping your hair tightly enough to pull you up, but ever mindful of not injuring you. Loki gazed into your eyes, pleased as they rolled back, the ecstasy shuddering through you.

Then suddenly the vibrating stopped and your spasms quickly followed. You hadn’t even noticed Loki remove the vibrator, perhaps he used magic. You couldn’t think straight either way.

Loki crooked his head to the side and beamed at you. “Now for me. I’m sure it’s been long enough for your pussy to accept me once more. It takes so much time to excite you enough to take me in this form. Such a shame really.” Loki pulled away, “On your back, pet.” With hardly the slightest bit of effort, Loki lifted you into the air and set you down so you were on your back. You were like putty as Loki shifted you into position, laid prone on the table. Your bound hands were now cuffed together above your head but you were able to stretch your legs on the table. “I can look at you so much better this way.” Loki murmured as he crawled onto the table, straddling your hips. He set about kissing, licking and biting you, leaving no part of your body untouched, his hands kneading and grasping at all your weakest points until you were a writhing mess beneath him, barely capable of coherent thought.

The only thing that could cross your mind was “Loki”, and how badly you needed him. It wasn’t even a desire at this point, your body physically needed him. Loki laughed as you squirmed underneath him, hips bucking in a desperate attempt to draw his attention to your aching sex.

Finally he gave in to your silent pleas. Even though you were beyond ready to accept him, Loki’s cock was overwhelmingly thick in this form; your cunt was barely large enough to take it. But the Jotun ridges rutting along your inner walls as he thrust into you mercilessly quick had you wailing and crying out his name. As Loki pounded into you, the muzzle vanished and your cries became audible. The sound of his name gave new vigor to his movements and you soon came again, over and over, orgasm pulsing through you until your mind completely blanked.

“Love.” You heard Loki’s voice cut through your haze of bliss.

You hadn’t even noticed him removing the last of the restraints.

“Loki.” You croaked, your throat raw from screaming.

Loki raised his eyebrow in an amused smirk. He had once more shifted to his regular pale appearance, “Shall we call it a night?” He asked, still looking down at you with a lopsided grin.

You nodded weakly from the table. Your whole body felt sore and exhausted.

Loki gently lifted you into his arms and carried you from the room before gently laying you in bed. He crawled in beside you and pulled you to his side.

“You truly feel delightful like that.” Loki whispered as he nuzzled his face into your messy hair.

Your thighs burned, though the last pleasurable tingles still coursed through you. Through your sleepy haze, you managed to respond, “You feel pretty damn good that way too.”

Loki chuckled, “Well, it was a special treat for a special occasion.”

#Loki x reader #multi chapter

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A Demon’s Lust Chapter 6

Saban

It was a bad night. As I lay there in Marian’s room, tightly bound and gagged, visions of what must be going on in Anita’s room paraded through my head. Maybe, at this very moment, that bastard was licking her pussy, and then kissing her with slightly damp lips. Perhaps she was riding on top of him, impaled on his cock. Maybe they were-

I tried to drown out the thoughts by imagining what I would do to to this Lord Umbron if I ever got the chance. First I would break both his legs, so he couldn’t run, and his arms, so he couldn’t even crawl away. Then I would shove something up his ass to give him an erection. Even with the pain of four broken limbs, I knew I could make him hard if I manipulated him just right. And, once he was hard, I would skin his dick, sliver by bloody sliver. I would make him watch as his cock was slowly reduced to a thin, bloody bit of meat. All the while I would be feeding, too, first on the little bit of magic even non wizards had, and then on his life force, so that, as I reduced his manhood to a red ruin, his hair would grey and his skin would shrivel with premature age. I would torture him further, slowly draining him of life. Then, as he finally expired, I would pluck his balls from beneath the thing that use to be his penis, and eat them like grapes.

I would make Anita watch as I did this, and then, after he died, I would fuck her on top of his body, his blood still wet on my lips, all the while reminding her that, if she had just told him no, Umbron might still be alive. The look of horror and revulsion on her face as I forced her to cum…

Wasn’t satisfying at all, for some reason. Quite the opposite, actually. The idea of hurting her like that bothered me. Maybe I wouldn’t rape her on top of Umbron’s corpse, then. But I would tell her that it was all her fault. Or, well, maybe not. And perhaps I would let her look away, if she liked, as I tortured her lover. In fact, perhaps I could do this while she was somewhere else entirely. And not tell her about it. Ever.

I blinked in confusion. Revenge was a traditional demonic pastime, but, for some reason, the idea of avenging myself on her, my Anita, wasn’t pleasing me, angry as I was with her. Why? In fact, why was I angry at all? She was just having sex. Why did that mean anything to me? Regardless, the idea of her touching him, and letting him touch her, made me livid, but, despite my rage, I didn’t want to hurt Anita. At all. Ever. Why?

It was morning now. Marian woke up, and a servant brought her breakfast. I wondered if she would unchain me. Probably not. Not without Anita.

Through the bond, I felt Anita approaching. When she got close enough, I could feel that she was angry. At Umbron, perhaps? The idea pleased me.

The door opened, and Anita stalked in. “Marian? Do me a favor. Next time I decide to spend quality time with Lord Umbron, remind me what an arrogant prick he is.”

Marian looked up from her breakfast, startled. “I take it last night didn’t go well?”

Anita sighed. “Last night? Last night went fine. Last night was great.”

I felt a surge of rage as visions of what last night must have entailed danced in my head. My chains rattled as I fought them.

Anita continued, “It’s this morning that was the problem.”

“So he spent the night? What happened this morning?” Marian gestured to her bed. “Sit down, eat something, and tell me all about it.”

Anita sat and grabbed a sweet roll. She took a bite. It seemed to calm her somewhat. “So, yeah, he spent the night. When we woke up this morning, he wanted to go again, so I said ok, and we were just getting started when a servant boy walked in with breakfast.” She growled. “Umbron hit him.”

“I wouldn’t be happy if someone walked in on me, either,” Marian commented, brow furrowed.

“Well, the kid was just doing his job. Granted, he should have knocked, but I, personally, think hitting him hard enough to break his nose was a little uncalled for.”

“You’re right, that was a bit much, if all he did was open the door,” Marian said. “I take it you gave Lord Umbron a piece of your mind? And he didn’t take it well?”

“Yeah, pretty much. We ended up having what basically amounted to a really heated debate on peasant rights. He tried to prove his point by ordering the kid to suck his dick. I kicked him out of my room.”

“I can’t blame you. Is the kid ok?” Marian asked.

“Yeah. I took him down to the palace healers and paid for a full healing before I came here.” Anita put her head in her hands. “You know what really bothers me though? About the whole thing? More than Lord Umbon, or anything else?”

Marian put her hand on Anita’s shoulder. “What?”

“The kid was going to do it. Suck Umbron’s cock.”

Sensible of him, I thought. The best way to deal with a more powerful being was to acquiesce. It was the driving force behind demon society, such as it was.

“Marian, I just… Well, I don’t know anymore. My parents, especially my father, brought me up to believe that everyone is equal. Some people are born with more money, or power, but that doesn’t… That doesn’t change the fundamental personness of a person. You know?” Anita sighed. “Am I actually making any sense?”

Not really, I thought.

Marian nodded. “I get you. It’s like you always say, what a person is capable of doesn’t define who they are.”

Anita nodded. “Exactly. And I understand it when people like Umbron think they’re better, more important, than other people. It’s kind of, like, natural, for a person to think like that. I hate it, but I understand. What I don’t get, what bothers me, is when other people believe people like Umbron, believe that he’s on top, and they’re on bottom, and stuff. It just…” Anita shook her head. “It doesn’t make sense to me. Humbleness? Like the reverse of pride, or maybe just a different kind of pride, or something like that.”

Marian gave her a quick hug. “I know. I grew up a noble, remember? You see a lot of that sort of class consciousness in servants. I never did get it myself. But it’s how people are. And you can’t change that.”

Anita looked thoughtful for a second, and then shook her head. “No. No, you can’t change how people are. Even if you could, it wouldn’t be right. Even if it would fix things.”

Mortals. So sentimental, I thought. So hung up on guilt and what was ‘right.’ But I wouldn’t have them any other way. It made them so much easier to manipulate.

Anita looked down at me. “Did he keep you awake at all?”

Marian shook her head. “Quiet as a temple mouse.”

“Good. So, what are the plans for the day?”

Anita

I yawned, exhausted, as I handed my reins to a stablehand. I hated hunting. I really, really hated hunting. If it were anything less than my best friend’s life on the line, or if the king hadn’t been attending the hunt, I would have made an excuse not to come. On the plus side, Saban had been a sight to see, with his perfect ass, running down a stag, and bringing it back to throw at the feet of my horse. And his impressive performance had led the king, mostly sober for once, to seek me out and chat with me. I had been able to mention the matter of Marian’s special dispensation, and he had promised to look into it. I looked over to my familiar. “You’ve earned your feeding this evening, demon.”

His eyes gleamed. “Does that mean-”

“Yes. When we get to the room,” I promised as I smiled and waved at Marian and her parents. They were having a private family dinner this evening.

I stopped by the kitchens to grab some dinner. Might as well save the servants the trip. Then I headed up to my room, with my demon behind me.

I closed and magically sealed the door, and then turned to my familiar. “You know the drill,” I told him. “Turn around with your hands behind you.” Grudgingly, he obeyed.

Once I had chained his wrists and ankles, I made him lie down on the bed. He acquiesced readily, eyes gleaming. Somehow I was no longer as tired as I had been immediately after the hunt.

Mounting Saban on a bed, as opposed to in the woods, felt different. More intimate. It made me a little nervous as I lowered myself onto Saban’s face. As he began to lick me, I closed my eyes. His rough penetration of my pussy with his tongue, combined with his continual attention to my clit, made me moan. I was ready very quickly indeed, but I waited a bit longer, until I was close to cumming, to disengage myself from his tongue.

As I lifted myself away from Saban’s busy mouth, he growled and fought his restraints, trying to follow me. “Calm down,” I told him. “I’m not ending the feeding. I’m just moving.” Saban quieted.

With a quiver of pure pleasure, I began to lower myself onto the demon’s cock. He immediately thrust upward, filling me completely. I yelped in surprise, and then yelped again as he immediately began to move within me at an almost painful pace. With a shudder and a cry, I began to cum.

Abruptly there was a snapping noise, and then another. Before I could wonder what it was, before I could even come out of my orgasm, Saban’s hands were out from behind his back. One swiftly captured both my wrists. With the other, Saban grabbed me by the hair and forced my mouth, still open in an orgasmic yell, against his. His tongue quickly surged between my lips, preventing me from speaking.

As I began to come down from the high of orgasm, I was flipped over on my back so Saban was on top of me, pinning me down. He tangled his legs around mine, preventing me from kicking. I began thrash frantically, trying to get free. With my wrists caught, and my mouth full of Saban’s tongue, there was little I could do. I began to form a spell in my mind, one that wouldn’t require gesture or voice, to send Saban flying across the room.

However, Saban was making it very difficult to concentrate. The way his tongue moved against mine and the pressure against my clit were very distracting. When he began to gyrate his hips against mine, moving his cock within me, I almost lost the spell. And I would lose the spell if he kept this up. I was going to… I was gonna…

I came. My scream was muffled, and my movements confined, but I was cumming all the same. I lost the spell. Panic, oddly enough, added fuel to the fire, lengthening my orgasm. “Mmmmmmmm!”

When the overwhelming pleasure finally subsided, I began to form the spell again. This would be my last chance. My power reserves were low. Next time I came, Saban would drain my magic dry. I would be helpless. The binding on him that kept him from harming me would break. I had no doubt he would start draining my life force then, as slowly as he knew how. When that was gone, I would die.

I was fighting to form the spell, and, at the same time, fighting to force down the growing heat in my nether regions as Saban stimulated me mercilessly. He wasn’t taking much magic, oddly enough. Probably waiting for the big finish. I whimpered as he pulled out of me to rub the tip of his cock against my clit. I didn’t have much longer.

Fortunately, I didn’t need much longer. I unleashed the spell, and Saban went flying across the room to slam against the opposite wall. “Freeze!” I ordered him. He fought to move, to come pin me down once more. I glared at him. After what felt like an eternity of mental struggle, he stopped fighting, and lay frozen on the floor.

I stood, ignoring the parts of me longing for another orgasm. The remains of Saban’s chains lay on the bed. They, and the spell that reinforced them, were shredded. I shuddered. If I had been just a bit slower in forming the telekinesis spell… But I hadn’t been. And that was what mattered.

I clenched my fist. Saban, still unable to move, moaned. “Thanks to that little stunt,” I told him, “I am never, ever going to let you bring me to orgasm again. You will still be allowed to feed by pleasuring me, but you will never, ever taste my magic as I cum again. This isn’t just a punishment. It’s a natural consequence. I no longer feel safe letting you make me cum. Are we clear?” I released Saban.

He sighed in relief as the pain subsided. “I understand,” he said. He looked up at me. “You will regret it.”

“I would regret it a lot more if you’d managed to kill me,” I told him evenly.

“I wasn’t-” Saban began. I clenched my fist. He whimpered once, and was silent. I released him.

“As I have said before, never, ever lie to me,” I told him. “You might not have been planning to kill me immediately, but you would have eventually gotten around to it.”

Saban

It was useless to protest that I would never dream of hurting her. She wouldn’t believe it. Hell, I had a hard time believing it myself sometimes. I wasn’t sure exactly what I had planned on doing once I had drained all of Anita’s magic, but I wouldn’t have touched her lifeforce.

Anita informed me that we were leaving the capital tonight, and bound me in a spare set of chains as she began to pack. I could tell by the way she was looking at me that she was expecting me to break these, too. And I could have, if I’d wanted. Now that I’d broken the chain spell once, I knew where it was weak, and could break it again much more easily. But I didn’t want to. Not right now. It would serve no purpose.

I remembered the sudden sense of freedom as I had broken the chains that first time, and then the surge of joy as the other set broke as well. I remembered the feeling of Anita, fully in my power, thrashing beneath me in a mixture of fear and pleasure. And, best of all, I remembered the taste of her magic as I forced her to cum.

I also remembered how much weaker the arm chains had gotten once I had broken the ones around my legs. Was that suppose to happen? My knowledge of the more intricate aspects of magic was limited, but I knew some. A spell like that would be crafted so that, if one part failed, the other would get stronger as the remains of the first part reinforced the second.

This seemed like something Anita should know. “Mistress-” I began.

Anita silenced me with a glare and a partially clenched fist. “I’d really rather not talk to you right now. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be quiet.”

“It’s important,” I insisted.

“It had better be,” my mistress warned.

“The set of chains around my arms were easier to break once I broke the ones around my legs,” I informed her. “Is that important enough for you?”

Anita went to examine the shackles where they lay on the bed. Her eyes glowed briefly as she examined the spell in more detail. She turned pale. “Fuck.” She turned to me, suspicion in her eyes. “Why are you telling me this?”

I shrugged as best I could from my position on the floor. “It seemed like something you ought to know.”

She examined the chains I was wearing, eyes glowing once more. I considered breaking free and overpowering her, then and there, but decided against it. Her power flexed, and suddenly the chains were just a bit more difficult to get out of. I would still be able to do it, but it would take a little more time and effort.

“The chains were sabotaged,” she told me, still suspicious. “Very subtly. I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t told me what to look for. Why?”

“Why does anyone sabotage something like this?” I asked. “They wanted you dead.”

“I know that. What I want to know is, why warn me about the sabotaged chains? What’s in it for you? It seems a little counterproductive, you telling me this,” she said, eyes narrowed.

I met her gaze. “It seemed like something you ought to know,” I repeated. In truth, it was all about lulling her into a false sense of security. Well, mostly about that. Partially. A little. It was mostly because some part of me honestly felt I ought to tell her things like this. It was… An odd feeling.

Anita sighed. “Whatever your game is, it won’t work, demon. But enough of this. I have packing to do.”

As I watched her pack, I wondered what would happen, what she would do, if she found out I was a demon lord. I imagined her look of panic, horror, and regret. She would immediately dismiss me, of course. When she first summoned me, that was all I wanted. Then I wanted to stick around to get my revenge, and being dismissed would have been irritating. And now… Now the idea of her dismissing me sent a jolt of panic through my mind. I didn’t want to leave her. I wanted to be with her, to have and to hold her, to protect her. If she ever found out what I really was…

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