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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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(Love Is) The Tender Trap (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader) - Sinatra Series 4/9

Author’s Note: Okay okay okay so here’s the thing. I wasn’t going to include smut in this series initially, but then I saw this gif and got an idea and I’m a slut whore creative and then said screw it (haha) this is happening. It took me a while to write this part particularly, and I’ve been so tired from my work trip/the other event I had to throw two days later from returning, I haven’t had a moment to post. I hope everyone enjoys! :)

Summary: Matt doesn’t want to ruin what his has with you, so he’s taken his time unlike any relationship he’s had before. After a few months of dating, the time feels right for the two of you to take your relationship to the next level.

Suggested Listening: (Love Is) The Tender Trap by Frank Sinatra

Warnings: Fluff (idiots in love but they don’t know it’s love yet because they’re hopeless cuties friends turned lovers), swearing, and smut (oral - m and f receiving, fingering, p in v sex, creampie (wrap it before you tap it, folks) )

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 3,565

“Do you want to come up?” Matt asks, his thumb brushing back and forth against the back of your knuckles as you stand with him on his stoop. You had hoped that this was where the night would go after he caved to your insistence that you walk him home instead of the other way around.

You feel a warmth in your arms that burns up to your neck at the suggestion. Your body is already buzzing from the drinks from dinner and plushness of his lips and how they moved against yours less than a minute ago, sending your mind into a whirlwind.

“Yeah,” you breathe, your tongue peaking out between your lips to wet them. Just as you finish doing so, Matt’s lips are on yours again, capturing your flesh in between his in short, tender embraces, cradling your jaw and neck in his hands. You can feel the smile on his lips when he breaks the kiss, carefully running his fingers down your arms before lacing his digits with yours.

Everything feels too slow as he guides you through the building. You know you’re moving at a normal pace, but the way that your heart drums in your chest and the heat that breaks out through your body is screaming that this all isn’t going fast enough as you walk up the stairs. Your heart skips a beat in disappointment when Matt slips his hand from yours to undo the lock to his loft. Once it’s open, Matt takes your hand again and leads you in to the hallway. The apartment feels different somehow; smaller, warmer, the lights that stream in creating an ambiance that amplifies the electricity buzzing in the air between you. He rests his cane down on the bench by the door before guiding you to his living room.

Matt takes his suit jacket and folds it over the side of one of his living room chairs, then extending his hand out for your cardigan to do the same. Taking a few step over to him, you hand him your folded sweater, his fingers brushing against your hand as he takes the knit fabric to put with his.

“Do want some water or anything?” he asks as he puts his glasses in the kitchen table before he moves back to where you stand.

“I’m okay,” you tell him as your hands snake around his waist, holding him comfortably against you but still giving him enough room to move. Matt smiles at the simple gesture and mimics the hold as he rests his hands on your shoulders. You watch the way that the neon lights from the billboard stream in and paint Matt’s face with a beautiful array of indigos, turquoises, and magentas, making his hazel eyes twinkle like beautiful stars. Leaning forward, you close the space between your mouths, a soft moan escaping your throat and into his mouth as your lips move against one another’s. One of Matt’s hands glides up your skin to rest against your neck, feeling how the muscles move as you embrace. Your sweet kisses soon turn into something more languid, the breaths that escape your noses and the sounds of your lips moving together becoming more prominent in the quiet apartment. Matt captures your bottom lip between his, carefully nipping at the flesh before pulling at it and breaking the kiss, taking the breath straight from your lungs and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“Still okay?” he hums with a little smirk, dragging his hands down the exposed skin of your arms. Cheeky bastard.

“Yeah,” you breathe, taking his hand in yours and moving backward through the apartment and into his room. “Could be better, though.”

“Oh?”

“Well, I have a few ideas.”

The smiles that break out on your faces are ones only matched by teenagers who are completely infatuated with one another. As your legs bump against the edge of the mattress, Matt cradles your face once more, the intensity of the embrace making you lean on him for support so you don’t fall. After a few kisses, he trails his lips away from yours and down to your jaw and along your neck. A moan escapes you as Matt finds the sweet spot on your neck that makes your body do all sorts of delicious things. You can feel the way his lips curl into a smile at his small victory.

“Matt,” you breathe in delight as his beard scratches your skin. At the sound of you saying his name, his lips move back up to yours for a deep embrace, just barely keeping your bodies upright. Matt’s hands gently travel down your sides, wrapping around your back before his palms slide up. You break the kiss and open your mouth, letting out a breathy sigh as you relish the way that his fingertips trace your body through your dress before they glide up to the top of your zipper. His thumb and index finger easily grasp the swinging tab, holding it steady for a few beats before slowly moving it down its track.

The cool air of the apartment is a stark contrast to the heat of your skin that was trapped in the fabric of the dress. Matt raises his hands, sliding the thin fabric of the straps from your shoulders and off your arms, the dress pooling at your feet. Tentatively, you bring your hands up to his tie, pulling him in for a kiss and working to undo the knotted fabric. It slides off with ease, and you glide the soft between your fingers before it meets your dress on the ground. This time, it’s your turn to attach your lips to his neck, lazily trailing wet kisses along his corroded while your fingers unbutton his shirt, a voice in the back of your head growing more desperate to get his clothes off of his body. After you unbutton his shirt, you slide your hands under to his smooth chest. Your fingers stop their movements, however, when they feel the soft, raised skin of a fading scar. Scratch that—scars. Breaking from the kiss, you look at Matt’s chest and torso, seeing that the soft flesh is absolutely painted with raised lines.

“I got in fights a lot when I was younger,” Matt says, clearing his throat.

It’s not a complete lie. He was younger than he is right now when he got into those scrapes.

“It’s not very nice of them to beat up a blind guy,” you say, cradling his face with your hand, gently rubbing the soft skin of his cheek with your thumb.

“They weren’t very nice people,” Matt counters with a small smirk, moving to take both of your hands in his. “But that’s okay, because right now, I’m here with you. And that’s what matters to me.”

His lips are back on yours in no time, and this time, you fall back onto the silk sheets covering his mattress, letting his body hover over yours like a warm cage. You gently push the soft cotton shirt off of his body, feeling every dip and curve of his soft skin over his muscles. He takes his time with you, the passionate kisses as soft as they are needy while his hands roam your body. Goosebumps pop up on your skin as you feel Matt’s hands gently travel down your sides; when his fingers graze at the top of your panties, you can’t help the sharp gasp that escapes your lips, causing the kiss to break and Matt to move his lips to the pulse point on your neck. One of your hands clasp over to his shoulder blade while the other slides into his hair.

“Matt, I . . .” you breathe, but any ability to speak a full sentence leaves you when his fingers slip under your panties and into your slick folds.

“So perfect,” he hums against my skin, pressing kisses down along your chest. “So wet.” Detaching himself long enough to sit back on his knees, he gently glides your underwear off of my body, kissing the skin that it passes until they’re past your knees and being tossed somewhere behind him. He slides his hands back up your legs and resting on your hips as he kisses along your pelvis, his lips grazing over your mound before pressing soft kisses down until his lips latch around your clit. You moan, your hips rising to meet him, only for his hands to hold you down.

You thought Matt put his mouth to good use in the court room—you weren’t prepared with just how good it would be in other situations. You gasp, moan, and mewl under his touch while he keeps working. His tongue explores every dip and curve of your core, lapping up the wetness like it’s the sweetest nectar. To say that he eats you out like a man starved isn’t quite the right analogy—he is tactical, setting a steady pace that is both urgent and relaxed, a man on a mission who knows exactly what to do to get you right wound. The mix of moans, kisses, licks, and sucks unlike any you’ve felt before brings you close to the edge faster than you want.

“It’s okay,” Matt whispers, moving his kisses to your hip bone as he slides one, then two fingers into you. “Feel it. Let go.” The feeling of his fingers paired with how he curls them in you pulls a pornographic moan from your throat as he hits the right spots before reattaching his lips to your core. You can’t handle it—you arch your back the best you can against Matt’s hold on your waist. Despite how fast you fall over the edge, it’s not as if Matt’s movements are particularly aggressive. Everything he does is fluid and gentle, but he knows the exact spots he needs to hit to make you feel like your soul has left your body. As you start to come down, Matt presses gentle kisses up from your core to your lips. The kisses are deep and exploratory, his hands on your waist, fingers digging into your flesh.

“More.” The simple sentence is all you breathe against his lips, and it drives him wild, allowing him to kiss you more passionately—something you didn’t think was possible. You squeak in excitement at the sensation, enjoying the way that his beard scratches against your skin. The excitement quickly translates into other emotions, both of you working to make sure all clothes are off of one another’s bodies, you more so than Matt throwing the pieces of fabric to the floor. Soon, you are both bare on the silk sheets of Matt’s bed, lips attacking one another like starved animals. Your lips break into a smile as you kiss, your bodies pressed impossibly close, and you feel his length press against your thigh. Carefully, you snake your hand between your bodies and begin to stroke him, a deep moan erupting from the base of Matt’s throat as you spread the precum weeping from his tip along his shaft.

“Let me make you feel good, Matty,” you breathe in between kisses as he bunches up your hair in his hands. “Let me taste you.”

Pulling your swollen lips from his, you kiss down the column of his neck, along the lines of his fading scars, and down around the tuft of hair below his bellybutton. You kiss along his cock, pressing featherlight pecks at the tip before you move to the underside of his shaft. You lick and kiss along the underside of his cock, along the prominent vein that runs the distance from base to tip. After tracing it a few times, you slowly take his length in your mouth. The breaths and moans that pass his lips are angelic, a mix of praise, pleasure, and pleading to continue. With each bob of your head, you take him a little deeper, pushing your limits to fit him all into your mouth. You take a large gasp of air after you release him, repeating it a few times before Matt gathers up your hair and begins to thrust into your mouth.

“Just like that,” he whispers. “Just like that, angel. Oh, so good for me.”

As he continues to thrust, you feel one of his hands travel down the line of your spine and between your thighs, swirling the wetness from your last orgasm around. You gasp, the sensitivity from your last high disorienting your thoughts and your current expedition.

“Matthew,” you moan, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” he encourages.

Following his command, you resume your previous task. You hum in delight with each circle of his fingers, the vibrations from your mouth only seeming to spur on Matt’s delight. Giving your throat a reprieve, you move back to kissing along his length, one hand fondling his balls to keep the stimulation going. As you bring your kisses back up to his tip, Matt guides you higher so you rise on your knees and meet his lips in a kiss. One hand rests on the side of your neck while the other moves from over the curve of your ass to your fronts, rubbing your to my next orgasm. Matt keeps his lips pressed to yours, swallowing your cries of delight as he pushes you through another high of pleasure.

Refusing to part his lips from yours, Matt wraps one arm around your waist as he lets gravity drop you onto the mattress, caging your body beneath his. You secure his place above you with your legs latching around his waist. You hiss in sensitivity as Matt’s cock presses against your clit, but that only seems to make you more hungry for him.

“Please, Matt,” you moan, kissing the side of his face as he buries his lips into the crook of your neck, marking up the sensitive skin as his. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he pants as he paints a soothing lick to one of his marks.

A breath of a laugh escapes your lips as you tousle his hair. “You know what I mean.”

“I need you to say it.”

“I need you in me, Matthew. All of you.”

Matt moves his face from your neck, allowing you to get a good look at him—lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes the most beautiful color of hazel you have ever seen.

“Tell me to stop and I will, okay?” he breathes, tucking hair behind your ear.

“Promise,” you assure him.

With another deep kiss, Matt lines himself up before he pushes into you. He starts slowly with just the tip. The stretch is sinful and magnificent, your moans harmonizing at the shared sensation. Matt is so big and so thick, it makes your head spin, but you’ll be damned if you have him stop. He feels absolutely amazing, and judging by the look on his face that you can make out from between your half-closed lids, he feels the same.

“Feel so good, Matt,” you whimper as he slowly drags his hips back and forth. “So good.”

“Fuck, angel,” he groans as he places a kiss on your forehead, his nose smushing to the side in delight as he moves his face into you before dipping his head. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Matty,” you breathe as you nuzzle your nose against his. “It’s sweet that you’re taking your time like this, but I’m not fragile.” You trail your nose up along his cheekbone so your lips hover just in front of his ear. “I’m all yours. Whatever you want to do, I’m yours, Matthew. I’m yours.”

Matt’s positive that his heart has never had an arrhythmia like this in his life. The way that is skips and races at your words make him feel lightheaded and excited in every possible way. He can’t help the big smile that pulls at his lips as he moves in for a kiss. His hips begin to move faster and you cling to him, your fingers pressing red crescents into the pale contours of his back. Matt repositions us and lifts you up to sit on his lap, his hands holding onto your hips, guiding the pace of their movements as your hands grasping onto his shoulders. Your breasts hit against his chest, and his lips latch forward onto your sternum to suck love bites onto your skin. Your voice is squeaky and whiny you moan at the sensation—erotic music to his ears. That much surface area of skin to skin contact drives Matt up a wall, needing to be as deep as possible in you, not knowing where he ends and you begin, it’s like air in his lungs.

“Matt!” you cry at the top of your lungs as he hits a new spot deep inside. He’s sure to get noise complains in the morning, and if he’s never really cared about them before, he especially doesn’t care about them now. Not when you sound like that, not when he feels you on him, not when he feels you in the deepest way that he can. With a particularly hard thrust, you cry out and squeeze him once more, your arousal coating him has he continues to guide your hips back and forth. “Fuck!”

“Just like that,” he grunts as your body trembles. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me like that.”

“Matt,” you whimper, resting your forehead on his shoulders as his hands guide you down from your orgasm.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, angel,” he whispers, placing gentle kisses along your arms. “You did so good. Do you think you have one more in you, angel? One more for me?”

You feel so spent, you can’t speak, but you nod vigorously.

“Hey,” he whispers, nudging your face so it lifts and you stare at him. “I need words. Are you good for one more, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, crashing your lips into his, still incredibly hungry for him after being worn down from his efforts. Turning on his hip, Matt lays you on the cool silk sheets of the bed, maintaining his spot inside of you. After pressing kisses all over your face, you feel him begin to thrust, hitting so perfectly deep in you, you almost can’t handle it. Matt rests his forehead on yours, his eyes shaking desperately to try and lock onto yours. The sight of Matt above you is nothing short of amazing, and you can’t help but want to see that image time and time again. Sensing your gaze, Matt breaks into a large smile and pecks your cheek.

“So good for me,” he pants, his breath somehow hotter than your hot skin. “So good for me like this. Oh God, (Y/N).”

“Matt,” you breathe, your fingers moving to card through his hair. How are you so close to cumming again?

“I know, sweetheart, I’m close, too. Fuck, I—fuck.”

“Give it to me, Matty,” you whisper encouragingly, nipping at his earlobe as the sound of slapping skin grows more frantic in the room. “Cum for me, baby.”

With a few more thrusts and a tightening grip on your waist that’s sure to leave little bruises for tomorrow, Matt unloads into you with some deep growls and harsh snaps of his hips. Your heavy breathing replaces the pornographic sounds of your pleasure, and the kisses that the two of you engage in are nothing but soft, reassuring, and intimate in every possible way. The way that your lips chase one another let both of you know that you don’t want this moment to end, no matter how tired you feel your bodies grow. Matt is the first one to give in, placing a lingering kiss that pulls your bottom lip between his as he slowly pulls out and rolls off of you.

“Wow,” you breathe as you come down from you final high of the night. Matt can hear the way your lips curve up and how your eyes flutter closed, your lashes resting softly against the upper apples of you cheeks. He’s never seen you quite so relaxed—quite so happy. Whatever the feeling is bubbling in his chest as you lie next to him, he can only describe it as a tender trap.

Matt presses this lips wherever he can into your skin, swollen flesh leaving leaving soft kisses on your soft, sweaty skin.

“Matt,” you giggle, your body now thoroughly registering the oversensitivity of your activity with him. Even though you curl your body into his, it doesn’t prevent his assault of kisses. “Matty!”

“I’m just trying to make you feel good, angel,” he hums, his lips brushing against the hairline of your forehead before planting another wet smooch to your skin.

“You did that four times, counselor.“

Oh God, does your legal flirting turn him on. But that’s something to explore for another time.

“Are you sure you don’t want a glass of water?” he murmurs into your hair as he twists into your body, and you can’t help but wrap your arms and leg around him. “A snack? Anything?”

“Snuggles,” you demand into the soft skin of his chest, drunk on post-coital endorphins and the smell of Matt all around you.

Matt beams, happy to comply with your request. “Snuggles it is.”

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anna-neko · 8 months

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gonna absolutely be that "old lady shaking her walker, and screaming how olden days were better" for a minute here.....

There is a very specific thing I very much miss, and its the... well... lack of streaming. Scheduled programming! (be it both visual or radio. .... the radio one is whole 'nother rant, fuck ClearChannel/Viacom etc etc)

now don't get me wrong - i freakin luv the ability to watch some ancient b/w telly, carefully pumped pixel by pixel into my phone from the library server at 2:45am....

but its the fact Boring Dystopia today doesn't let you escape algorithms & their endless grey sludge

so like... TV! My set cannot pick up regular airwaves signal w/out additional "digital bunny-ears" or something similar. Most stations have switched to digital signals years ago, this is fact.

Back in the day you could flip on the telly, and have the choice of a few local channels. You got your usual local affiliates: FOX, WB, ABC, UPN, NBC, CBS and of course PBS. plus that one endless shopping network

Even as background noise you'd still end up getting all sorts of good stuff with different ads, local news flashes, whatever sitcom was running would have "on the next..." and you'd be like "heeeey, Friends is still making new episodes? and this channel still shows it?" Might hear about some movie didn't know existed because it was mentioned as scheduled for Saturday 8pm eastern, 7 central in that last ad-break, but the visuals in this tiny clip looked neat so might try to see it.....

what can i do today tho... Lets see, there's the option of a bunch of streaming shit. It requires a quick app d/l (again, don't get me wrong, TUBI and PlutoTV are a+ "thank fuck u exist" kinda things) buuuuut ... you can't just leave it be. Even the ads are somehow ... grey formless sludge. The same 3-5 shitty things that are determined by algorithm, never any variation. No news-teases, no trailers for movies coming to theater/streaming soon.... who'da thought would miss the damn Wendys new breakfast deals or local (local) car dealership promos

but no, with a streaming 'oooh wait, 'app' you gotta either scroll thru the shitty UI menu to pick what you wanna watch specifically... or in case of Pluto chose a channel.... Which will be just One Thing on a loop too (like a channel of nothing but Addams Family. nothing but The Walking Dead franchise. nothing but SailorMoon episodes) If you chose an episode of a show, and put away the remote it will just keep jumpin to next episode of same until it runs out...

.... i miss times of day influencing what was on. The kinda shit running during "primetime", early morning cartoons, early-noon little kids targeted shows, mid-afternoon soaps and bullshit talk shows, vs "middle of the night" The silly station eye-catches (TNT...dun dun dun, we know drama), ads for gushers mixed in with quick weather updates as the channel hopes you'll tune in at 10pm for the News. I miss discovering new (new to me!) shows or movies but flipping a channel. Disney Channel used to air ANCIENT b/w Alice Comedies or those utterly ridiculous 70s bebi Jodie Foster movies at 1am. AMC was full of old movies (pre-70s stuff mostly), TLC stood for "the learning channel", MTV and VH1 were 2 distinct separate entities showing actual ~ try to contain your shock ~ music videos. and if u were hella lucky, you'd glitch into (or it was free preview month) MTV2 which was for the alt rock vids!

_________________ No i don't miss the ancient shit like TV set that had round knobs and the numbers only went to 13. The horrid static noises. I don't miss VCRs (needing to rewind, hoping the tape hasn't demagnetized, or deteriorated frm too much use etc) . Fuck, don't even miss Blockbuster w/ their exceptionally ruined DVDs that wouldn't play past a certain point and them just goin "oh well, sorry...." and doin fuck-all

whoda thought would be missing an actual structure of some sort, running all sorts of diverse shit in pre-programmed blocks on set schedules. There was a human touch, the human element to it

#screaming into the void #old man yells at cloud #just an oldtaku who has seen some shit #boring af dystopia #heres a fun fact: people find it impossible how I can remember decades-old shit down to the hour #ya know why?#because The Simpsons were airing at very specific timeslots #as were a bunch of others shows

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lettersfromcats · 10 months

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july favorites list

hi kate <3

july is not entirely over yet but i think it's never too early for a favorites list and what a better way to introduce myself than through my recent favorite things? (if anything else comes up i will just add it). i was thinking of coming up with little categories but that didn't work that well so i will just list them. here they are:

sims 4 family gameplay/legacy gameplay

i have been playing a lot of sims 4 lately and what i have been specifically enjoying is playing a generations and family gameplay or legacy gameplay. it's been fun seeing how far a family come when you started in willow creek in a starter home and now generation 3 lives in a mansion in del sol valley. it's also fun to see the worlds populate with your extended family and friends. it makes the game feel a lot more real.

speak now taylor's version

i am not special nor original, if there's a new taylor swift release i ought to be obsessed with it! especially the vault songs got me on this one. i can see you has been on repeat with the occassional interruption for electric touch or when emma falls in love.

barbie movie

everytime i hear someone say barbenheimer i get brain damage but that does not mean i was not incredibly excited for both of these movies, especially barbie though. i found out greta gerwig was to direct a live action barbie in 2021 and have been waiting excitedly ever since then. the fact that it's finally here now is so exciting. it was exactly what i hoped for. futhermore the barbie soundtrack! it's so good and it's also everywhere at the moment. i must admit that a lot of the songs are forgetable but the stand outs certainly stand out. songs like dua lipa's dance the night away or charli xcx's speed drive have not left my brain since i first heard them.

pretty little liars

i have been rewatching pretty little liars with my boyfriend as he has never seen it before. pretty little liars is one of my favorite teen dramas ever since 2013 when i discovered they had turned the books into a show. since then it has been in constant rotation for me. there hasn't really been a point where i was not rewatching it. however i haven't watched it this consistently for a while, so i am enjoying that very much. we saw the dollhouse episodes just recently and that is just peak tv.

lilsimsie

this really goes back to my first point. the reason i have been enjoying the sims so much again is because i have been watching lilsimsie's streams and videos again. especially her generations let's plays has been enjoyable for me. i can't wait to finish it and watch the university sequel.

sims 4 mini goats

i won't elaborate.

shelf app

this was gonna be more of a "things i am looking forward to" section, but while i started working on this post the app got released! shelf app is like a digital shelf that can store all your stuff! it seems really fun so i can only recommend it. so far it's only released for ios but i am sure it will be out for android soon.

#lists #doreen

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artgh0st · 10 months

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Back in Town!

I’m finally back from my trip out of town for my 28th birthday! Got to see friends and coworkers, watch a movie (Asteroid City), and read a lot -- it was really nice. I’m exhausted today from the long drive, but I’m hoping to start posting again soon, possibly streaming as soon as this coming Tuesday if I can figure out my new mic. Plus, now that I have Procreate at my disposal, I plan to take my digital art mobile more often and have some new sketches to share with my Patreon & Ko-fi members.

#personal

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nsfteume · 3 years

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can I request for enha hyung line overestimulating their s/o headcanons after they heard them moan for the first time if that makes any sense🤷🏻��♀️

of course you can xD! thank you for sending in this request and thank you for the wait,, this my first headcanon for enhypen so i hope you enjoy~~

Overstimulation

pairing: enhypen legal line x f!reader (individually)

genre: smut headcannon - 18+ only; MDNI

warning: explicit/vulgar lang., sexual intercourse, cunnilingus, f!ngering, overstimulation obvi LOL

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HEESEUNG

the moment he heard you moan out loud like that, he couldn’t stop

he needed to hear it over and over

it was your first time getting head from heeseung

you whimpered and cursed while he ate you out but when you were reaching your climax and fell through, you finally moaned out for him

the sound was music to his ears, making heeseung groan into your cunt

you gasp out from the vibration, feeling overly sensitive already

he looks up at you with a sense of hunger in his eyes

“let me hear you again baby”

heeseung would definitely keep going and eat you out like a starved man

nothing more makes him feel satisfied than to hear those moans from you

“you sound so pretty for me”

if that means you’ll be cumming 2 more times and have tears streaming down your face

he will get those pretty moans from you

JAY

the making out session was getting very heated

you were sitting on jays lap, body facing forward while your head was turned to the side

jay’s hands found their way toward your soaked through panties, pushing them to the side

your breathing was sporadic, whimpering while jay stimulated your cl!t with his fingers slowly

he inserted a finger then after a while a second, finger fucking your tight hole deep

curling his digits againts your warm walls and pushed against your sweet spot, making you cry out and clutch his arm to ground yourself

something in him snapped, he had to hear more

“don’t stop, moan louder for me baby”

jay picked up the pace and had you toppling over the edge, shaking against his body but never slowing down his motions

you were a moaning mess, so sensitive from your first climax

you look down and watched as his fingers pumping into you and his other hand moving to stimulate your n!pples

the overwhelming feeling had you coming for a second time, eyes rolling back in the process

“you’re doing so good baby”

he would be proud to have you atleast cum three times from just his fingers

JAKE

this was the first time you and jake were completely alone

whenever you two were to do things it was lowkey and quietly done so this freedom was new

jake was hard and ready, pushing into your soaked entrance

you were panting and whimpering as jake was thrusting into you but a particular hard thrust made you moan out loud for the first time in a long time

jake broke as soon as he heard it and needed more

thrusting faster and harder into you had you moaning louder with every thrust and him losing his mind

“oh fuck louder baby”

you were reaching your climax quick, shaking against jake as the tightening knot exploded, making you roll your eyes back

jake however was nowhere near finished

you were trembling from every thrust, moaning and panting jakes name so loud gripping on to his back for dear life

the overstimulation from cumming once was too much and had you creaming on him once again

“am i fucking you that good?”

jake would not stop till he came and had you passed out right after

SUNGHOON

foreplay is a must to get you prepared for a long night with sunghoon

he was eating you out and pumping his fingers into your warm heat

you were a whining and trembling mess for him

the way he ravished your body had you breathing heavy, feeling your skin heated up from the pleasure

you were close to cumming when all of a sudden you felt sunghoon curling his fingers and harshly sucking on your clit

you cried out and moaned his name loud in such a sultry way for the first time, whimpering right after

sunghoon looked up with darker eyes as you climaxed on his tongue, arching your back and bucking your hips away from him

“i want one more from you baby”

you watched as he buried his face once again, riding you through your first orgasm to your second

you were moaning and shaking from the overstimulation

you felt like you were gonna blacking out from the immense pleasure

sunghoon would watch you cry out and moan for him again as your second orgasm crashed

“i love when you moan my name”

he isn’t done with you yet though, the main event is just starting

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen suggestive #enhypen jake smut #enhypen heeseung smut #enhypen jay smut #enhypen sunghoon smut #nsfteume #enhypen smut imagines #enhypen smut headcanons #heeseung smut #jake smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #enha smut #enha hard hours

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huneekrispee · 3 years

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"You're kinda cute, y'know?"

Pairing: cc!Sapnap x gn!Reader

Summary: Sapnap's finally done streaming, and all he wants to do is spend time with his baby :]

Warnings: cursing, fluff.

Word Count: 570

A/N: Wow I'm back! Again! Sorry, i'm back to doing online school again and it's really been kicking my ass recently :/ but I'm better now! I feel more motivated and ready to write more! Good morning/afternoon/night! I hope you enjoy reading! Stay hydrated! -Hunee <3

Staring back at the chat in front of him, Sapnap rubbed his eyes. It was going fast like always, due to him being a popular streamer and all. The male raised his arms above his head, stretching them out.

His gaze moved over to the digital clock on one of his monitors. 3:26am. 'Ah fuck.' Closing his eyes, Sapnap let out a groan. He had promised (Y/N) that he would finish up before 2:30, yet managed to go on for an hour more.

Unmuting his mic, Sapnap quickly moved his character in Minecraft into third person, crouching and punching the air.

"Alright guys, I think I'm gonna stop here. It's really late and I feel like I'm gonna pass out soon." The chat quickly filled with 'Okay!', 'Get lots of rest!', 'We love you!', 'Sleep well Sapitus Napitus!' along with a stream of heart emotes.

"Bye chat, see you all soon." His mouse hovered over the 'end stream' button and he quickly clicked it. His twitch setup closed, and Sapnap moved to shut down his computer for the night.

It was time to go to (Y/N).

After his bright monitor turned black from being shut down, Sapnap quickly moved off his chair, going out of his streaming room and into his shared bedroom with his partner.

Quietly closing the door behind him, the young streamer turned around. He softly smiled at the sight in front of him.

There they were. Sleeping on top of the bedsheets, wearing his sweatshirt that they stole earlier because they 'liked how it smelt'. Their phone lay loosely in their hand, indicating that they must have fallen asleep waiting for him to finish his stream.

'What a cutie.'

Sapnap quietly moved towards the bed, softly sitting on it, trying not to disturb his partner.

"Sap? Is that you?'

Mission failed.

(Y/N) stirred, sweater paws coming up to rub the sleep from their eyes. Blinking their eyes open to fully adjust to the low light of the room, they moved to look over at Sapnap, who was laying next to them.

"Yeah. It's me. Sorry for breaking my promise. I went a bit later than I planned on streaming."

His hand moved over to brush a few stray hairs that fell in front of their face. His partner curled into him, burying their head in his chest.

"That's okay."

(Y/N) suddenly sat up, bringing Sapnap with them. They leaned forward, face close with his.

"But now that you're here, we can finally watch that movie we planned on watching earlier!"

Sapnap smiled as he watched his partner frantically move to turn on the TV to put on the movie. They were excitedly rambling about the people in the movie, happy to finally watch it.

After putting on the movie, (Y/N) moved back towards their boyfriend, wrapping their arms around him as they moved their head to watch the movie.

Sapnap quickly reciprocated the action, moving one hand to the back of (Y/N)'s head, softy pushing their head against him, moving them more close to him.

He observed his partner's face, watching as their eyes had stars in them as they continued to watch the movie.

He chuckled, making (Y/N) look up at him.

"What's so funny, Sappy Nap?"

Sapnap moved one of his hands up to Y/N's face, booping their nose lightly.

"You're kinda cute, y'know?"

#dream team imagines #sapnap x reader #sapnap imagine #huneewrites #dream team x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #sapnap fanfic #sapnap x reader fluff #mcyt x reader

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amphxtrite · 3 years

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cedric diggory x fem!reader

warnings: smut, alludes to innocence kink, experienced cedric and first time reader, oral (both male and female receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, use of pet names, alcohol, fluff at the end.

do not read if you are uncomfortable.

summary: the reader has never been with anyone when she transfers to Hogwarts for her last year, what happens when a party, fire whisky and a game of ‘never have I ever’ push her to ask the infamous playboy how to love?

a/n: hey everyone, it’s been a while! bear with me this ones still being edited but I finally finished it so here you go!

hope you enjoy!

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Sunlight streams from a window into Cedric’s eyes, slowly waking him from his slumber to throw a stabbing headache at him, a consequence for his activities the previous night. Sitting up and glancing around the room that was not his, the blue and gold accents decorating the four posters made it obvious which dorm he was in, and glancing down at the mess of black hair beside him, who’s was it?

“Fuck, not again.” Cedric murmurs, standing and tugging on his trousers and buttoning up his shirt, walking out the doors as the girl in the bed begins to stir.

After winning the Triwizard tournament Cedric had become almost a celebrity in the wizard world. He was handsome, smart, and now a champion of the deadliest competitions in the world. He gave Gilderoy Lockhart a run for his money at Witch Weekly’s Most Charming smile. The fame was everything he wanted and more, and with the girls practically throwing themselves at him, it wasn’t long before he became a notorious play-boy too, rumoured to give the best anyone ever had, before disappearing the next morning.

Sitting down at the hufflepuff table, next to his mates, Cedric reaches across the table and grabs an apple from a basket in the centre of the table and takes a bite, nibbling slowly as a headache pounds through his head.

“Hello there Diggory.” A voice laughs, dropping down beside the hufflepuff. Cedric turns his head to see Zacharius staring at him with an eyebrow cocked.

“Y-Yeah, what’s up Smith?” Cedric sighs, turning his head and massaging his forehead.

“Oh don’t tell me you were drinking again cap’n!” Zacharius groans, taking a swig of milk from his cup. “Doesn’t matter.” Cedric shrugs, shaking his head.

“We’ve got a game today!” The blonde exclaims, poking Cedric in the head.

“And we’ve got it! I’m only a little hungover.” Cedric smirks, pushing Zach back with his elbow.

Zach rolls his eyes and pulls his wand out of his pocket, “this should clear your head a bit.” He states, tapping the tip to Cedric’s forehead and muttering a soft spell.

Cedric smirks, instantly feeling the cool feeling of the drink’s impact being brushed away.

“Thanks mate.” He sighs.

“No problem Ced, now let’s get down to the pitch captain, we’ve got a match to win yeah?” Zach laughs, grabbing a slice of toast.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Cedric grins, standing and walking out of the cafeteria with Smith beside him.

“Wake up sleeping beauty!” The giggle and squeal of your new roommate wakes you, followed by a pillow to your face.

“Ah- Brinley!” You groan, sitting up immediately, and grabbing the pillow before she tries to throw it again. “Today’s tour day and then a surprise!” Brinley laughs in a song-like voice.

“W-What time is it?” You sigh, bringing your hand to your eyes and rubbing away the sleepiness.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s the weekend and Hogwarts is huge!” Brinley smiles, falling onto her own four-poster and closing her curtains.

“Get changed y/n, then the tour will commence!” She declares like a quidditch commentator.

“I got it, I got it.” You call out, throwing your covers off of you and quickly getting changed, eyes still barely opened as you pull a sweater over your body and call out to Brinley.

“Brin ‘m ready.” You sigh, standing up from your mattress and tucking your wand into your pocket.

“Finally, c’mon!” The brunette cheers, throwing back her curtains and grabbing your hand to lead you out of the dorm and out the common room.

You spent the rest of the day running from class to class, from courtyard to ‘special corridors.’ Seriously, where did this girl get all her energy from?

“Oh and there are some house ghosts! Oh- over here is the Charms classroom!” Brinley continues, tugging harder on your arm and stopping abruptly.

“Brinley what the-”

You’re cut off by Brinley’s sigh of content and legs practically melting beneath her.

“Look.” She smiles in an almost dream-like voice.

Your eyebrows furrow but you follow your gaze over to a group of boys in yellow robes, laughing and shoving each other about, you note the design as quidditch uniforms, they must be a team. You glance back over at the awe-struck girl to see her smirking with her finger in her lip.

“Cedric Diggory, tall brunette with the perfect smile.” Brinley giggles, nodding at the boy in the centre. “Playboy, school golden boy, Hogwarts champion…” She sighs, leaning against you.

“He’s absolutely stunning. There’s a rumor he can get a girl’s knickers off minutes after he pulls them away.” She breathes with glee, undressing the brunette with her eyes. You smirk at her and find your gaze following the hufflepuff’s frame.

Your eyes trail up with chest, taking in his toned shoulders and strong arms before admiring his long digits underneath his tight fitting gloves, how they flex and stretch as he walks.

Finally your eyes fixate on his face. Piercing grey eyes that seemed to stay serious even while he was smiling, the colour of storm clouds over a forest, calm but strong.

Moving downwards you trace down his defined jawline and cheekbones, sure to have anyone crawling on their knees for him. Soft pink lips almost gave the illusion he was innocent, but as soon as they pulled up to reveal a smirk, you could tell he was experienced, daring, the kind of person up for any kind of challenge, even if it meant jumping in harm’s way.

It was a face everyone in the wizarding world grew to know, the handsome hufflepuff that had not only survived, but won the triwizard tournament, he’d managed to get the entire world swooning for him.

“Hey there captain, where are you heading?” Brinley calls to Cedric once he’s close enough to hear.

“Back to the common room, can I help you sunshine?” Cedric murmurs, stopping for a moment.

“I’d like you to meet my new friend, Ceddy, this is y/n.” Brinley smiles, taking your hand and pushing you forwards.

“Well hello there y/n, say that’s a pretty name.” Cedric smirks, reaching out and taking your hand.

“O-Oh, thank you.” You smile, shaking his hand gently as he raises your fingers to his lips to press a kiss to them.

“What do you say we get away?”

“We just met Diggory, don't get cocky.” You laugh, watching his smirk grow.

“Oh, so the kitten has claws?” Cedric teases at your sudden change in tone.

You blush, and Cedric chuckles softly. “No worries, nice to meet you kitten.” Cedric nods, walking off with the rest of his team.

You’re frozen for a moment, feeling the heat grow in your face and in between your legs, did that really just happen? You blink, turning back to Brinley who has a huge grin on her lips.

“Oh I can see this…” She murmurs, glancing back and forth at you and the hufflepuff.

“Didn’t you just say you like him?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I said he’s hot, not that I like him, there’s a difference, kitten.” She smirks smugly, putting emphasis on your new nickname.

“Haha sunshine, any chance we could go get something to eat? I’m starved.”

“Why would you need something to eat when there’s a full course meal right ahead?” She jokes, winking at you with a playful smirk.

You roll your eyes and she slaps you gently on the shoulder.

“Hey! I’m teasing, come on it’s almost lunch anyways.” Brinley giggles, grabbing your arm once again. “After lunch I’ll show you the pitch, I have a feeling you’ll love your surprise.”

Lunch is quick and uneventful, you manage to sit down long enough to grab a sandwich, but as Brinley glances around at a clock her eyes widen and she takes your hand.

“On second thought lunch can wait, your surprise starts in ten minutes and we need to get good seats!” She laughs apologetically, placing a sandwich into her mouth as she pulls you away, luckily with yours still in hand.

“Let me guess, the surprise is a quidditch game?” You question, catching up to Brinely and walking by her side.

“You got me, just thought it would be nice for your first day.” She shrugs, walking out the door of the castle and starting across a grassy field.

“Sounds fun, who’s playing?” You ask.

“Hufflepuff, obviously, and Ravenclaw, bound to be an exciting one.” Brinley squeals, swinging her arms back and forth. “Oh?” You add.

“Ever since Cedric and Cho broke up their games have been pretty interesting.” She elaborates with an awkward smile. “Some people say they still sleep together, but everyone knows it’s because they both get hot and bothered when they’re drunk in the same room.” Brinley hints, raising both of her eyebrows.

“They sound… serious?” You joke half-heartedly as the brunette beside you breaks into a fit of laughter. “Both of them have made it crystal clear they do not want to be together, both of ‘em seem to be impossible to tie down.” Brinley giggles, catching her breath to calm herself before the two of you get to the stadium. “Exciting.” You shrug, beginning to climb a flight of stairs up to the seating area with Brinley close behind you.

“Oh that’s Hogwarts for you.” She sighs playfully, pushing you further up and forwards to find a seat.

“Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you!” Madame Hooch calls to the two teams facing off at the centre of the pitch, every player nods to the referee and she throws the quaffle up into the air, signalling the beginning of the game.

“Here it goes.” Brinley smiles excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

You watch in awe as the chasers fly skillfully across the pitch, passing the quaffle with speed and perfect aim, only for it to be cut short by another player who then goes zooming in the other direction. The quaffle is in possession of hufflepuff, then is stolen by ravenclaw but taken back again. Every moment is filled with suspense and when Ravenclaw scores the first goal the section of the stadium filled with blue goes wild. Up above the beater’s are hitting bludgers back and forth, defending their teammates before sending it off to the other side again. Their movements are smooth and strong, hitting every swing on the dot. The keeper’s are positioned defencefully at each end of the stadium, using tactics to save the quaffle you had never seen before. They maneuvered themselves back and forth quickly and forcefully, even taking quaffles right in the stomach to stop them. You winced more than once trying to watch the Keeper’s save each goal.

Finally, up above were the seeker’s flying up, down and around the pitch in full alert for the snitch, both Cedric and Cho had their goggles pulled down over their eyes and their heads snapping back and forth every second. You could see the competitive nature in Cho with her teeth gritting everytime Cedric dove a little too quickly or turned to try and trick her. If Cedric was having fun with this he wasn’t showing it. His lips remained sealed in a tight line and by the looks of it his jaw was clenched, both of the seeker’s hair were blowing behind them even though there was almost no wind, almost blurs compared to the other player’s a little ways below. A yellow blur here and a blue blur there was all you could see, then they would stop, scan for a moment and wait. You nibbled on your bottom lip as the scores began to grow, each team displayed new tactics the other didn’t know and soon Ravenclaw was leading 170-130. Even the golden snitch wouldn’t be enough to help them win, and you could tell there was some slight hesitation on Cedric’s face as he kept scanning.

As if he knew you were staring, Cedric’s head moved for a moment, glancing down over in the direction you were sitting in and among the sea of people, he found you. Neither you or Brinley were wearing any house colours other than the colours blue and yellow painted across both of your cheeks, guess you couldn’t make a decision, he chuckles, flying a little closer to the booth you’re sitting in, and in a teasing manner he removes the outer jacket of his quidditch uniform and drops in down, right onto your lap.

“Hold onto that for me won’t you kitten? It’s getting rather hot.” He shouts, pushing back his slightly matted brown hair and throwing a wink your way. He watches you nod bashfully, before chuckling and turning back to the game. Teasing you was so fun, how could he resist.

Turning back for a moment he catches Brinley nudging you gently with her elbow and your eyes roll as your cheeks go a light shade of pink.

He grins, but then sees it, the score has changed in his favour and as his smirk rises, he dives.

Your eyes widen as you watch Cedric plummet towards the ground. Did he spot it? Did he see the golden snitch? Cho seems to notice this too and begins plummeting down in Cedric’s direction from the other side of the stadium. You lean over the edge of the railing with Cedric’s uniform still in your arms, eyes zipping about trying to find the familiar flash of gold when, out of nowhere, Cedric looks up, and pulls the front of his broom forwards and skywards again. A loud uproar erupts from the crowd at the stunt Cedric manages to pull, leaving Cho gritting her teeth harder and stopping for a moment right at the ground before pulling up again.

Up above where Cedric was heading, you saw it. The golden snitch flutters above the stadium moving from left to right, up and down. You look over at the scoreboard and your mouth drops. 170-150, Cedric had spotted the snitch at the perfect time right as he had distracted Cho into thinking he was diving for it. You’re sitting on the edge of your seat as the chase begins. By now the sky was already changing colours, the bright azure had faded into a mix of baby blue and pink, creating a very serene backdrop for such a heart-racing chase. The snitch was as mischievous as ever, dropping down, moving to the side, up and then running away with Cedric right behind, his fingers just grazing the back of the shining snitch before losing touch again.

Cho was beginning to catch up and her gritting teeth changed into a smirk as she began to tail Cedric. Her arm raises and she begins to push herself further, almost neck and neck with the hufflepuff when the snitch jumps up suddenly, pausing for a moment as if to watch the two seekers practically leave it behind.

To it’s dismay however, a hand wraps around it at the last moment and grips it tight. The whistle is blown and every stand erupts in cheer.

Cedric sat on his broom, panting and throwing his fist, containing the snitch up into the air over and over again. A huge grin is plastered on his face as he cheers in victory and his team swarms him and starts patting each other on the back. The group of seven touch down and cheer in unison as the stands begin cheering a mix of “hufflepuff” and “Cedric” You smile, watching the seeker high five his team mates and push back his hair once again.

You don’t even realize you’re clutching his quidditch robe right against your chest until the scent wafts up into your nose and your eyes slowly drift downwards.

At first all you can smell is faint hints of citrus lingering for a moment, but taking a deep breath the soft but powerful mix of musk and sandalwood cologne fills your senses, you smile. The earthy cologne suited Cedric. Glancing around, there seemed to be no eyes on you, so you raise the fabric closer to your nose and get hit full force by the sweet aroma. It was just strong enough to make your knees go weak, but not enough to be overpowering, perfect. You smile to yourself, but feel a pair of eyes looking at you. Looking down at the pitch again, your eyes meet a pair of sharp gray ones and you know he has caught you. Cedric smirks tracing his tongue over his teeth before turning and walking into the changeroom.

“Hufflepuff won so you know what that means!” Brinley squeals, taking your hand gently and helping you stand. “What?”

“Party in the common room tonight dummy, come on!” She exclaims, tugging you off again.

“But the ro-” You interject.

“You can give it to him at the party, now hurry up!” Brinley cheers, cutting you off and running with you in tow back to the castle.

By the time Cedric and the rest of the hufflepuff team reached the common room, the area was already filled with dancing students, drinks and people making out left and right. Cheers and applause went up for a moment as the winning team stepped into the busy room, before stopping again so the partying could continue.

Your eyes had been scanning the entrance ever since you stepped in, so as soon as you saw the familiar gray eyes and brown hair you stood to get to him but Brinley, already a couple fire whiskeys in, grabbed your hand.

“Don’t h-he’s gonna go take a shower now, don’t wanna talk to him, he stinks.” She murmurs out in between giggles. You roll your eyes and look back up again, but sure enough Cedric has disappeared and you sit back down.

“You sure you don’t want to- drink some?” Brinley asks, lifting a cup to your nose.

“Brin I need to be sober enough to give it back to him, later okay?” You smile, pushing the cup back to the brunette. She mutters a short ‘suit yourself’ in response.

For a while you simply sit on the couch with your leg bouncing nervously up and down, you keep glancing back and forth at the clock and the robe in your hands and as you finally begin tuning Brinley’s drunk rambling out, Cedric emerges from the boy’s staircase in a casual white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Standing again, you weave your way through the crowd and tap Cedric on the shoulder to get his attention. He turns to face you and a playful smirk lifts his lips.

“Well hello there kitten.” He teases softly.

“Hey Ced, h-here’s your robe.” You manage to stumble out, words getting caught in your throat as glistening beads of water slipped down from Cedric’s damp hair down his cheek.

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty attached to it after the game.” Cedric chuckles.

“Oh, t-that. That was nothing just-” You’re cut off by another voice.

“Y/n, they’re doing a drinking game, come on we have too!” Brinley laughs. “Oh hi Ceddy, would you like to join?” She asks, taking both of your hands.

“Sure sunshine, lead the way.” Cedric shrugs, ushering you forwards and nonchalantly placing his hand on your waist.

The three of you take a seat on the couches again and are handed a cup by another student.

“What are we playing?” You ask, turning to Cedric.

“A muggle game called ‘never have I ever.’ You just take a shot if you’ve done something they say.” He explains, thanking the person who begins filling up your glasses.

You nod and take a deep, trying to focus on your drink and not Cedric’s hand resting on your hip.

They start off with generic questions, “never have I ever broken a bone,” “never have I ever broken up with someone,” “never have I ever lost a bet.”

Soon at least everyone had taken at least one drink, you included.

“Alright, never have I ever had sex!” Brinley questions smugly, watching as one by one everyone threw back their drink with a smile, only to stop on you.

Her eyebrows furrow, “aren’t you gonna take a drink y/n?”

“Oh- aren’t the rules if you have done it?” You question, worried you had been playing the game wrong.

“No-no it is. But you’ve never ‘done the deed’ before?” She asks, tilting her head in confusion.

“Well, no.” You state, shrugging.

“Honey, are you saying you’re in your last year of school, and you’ve never had a good shag?” She giggles, losing her filter with the amount of drinks she had.

“Brinley!” You scold, burning up with embarrassment.

“Aw, y/n!” She coos, wrapping you in a tight hug as if you were a lost puppy. “You’re so innocent and sweet, it’s adorable.” She slurs, giggling and turning back to the game.

Your lips purse and your eyebrows furrow. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do it, you just never had the chance. You kept repeating it over to yourself as if that would change anything, but your mouth remained sealed and your eyebrows furrowed.

Cedric notices your change in demeanor and leans down closer to your ear.

“Are you alright kitten?”

It may have been the alcohol giving you a boost in confidence, or maybe the teasing you couldn’t stand, but you squeezed your legs together shamelessly right for Cedric to see.

Glancing up at the brunette you shake your head and stand from your spot, you extend your hand out for Cedric to take and he obliges, allowing you to lead him down to a more secluded area next to the boy’s dormitory staircase.

“Is everything alright?” Cedric asks as you cut him off.

“C-Can you help me?” You stammer out, wringing your fingers together.

“With what y/n?” Cedric implores, tilting your chin up to face him.

“Y-You’ve done it before right? A lot?” You continue, feeling your face grow hot.

“Listen kitten, I can only help you if you tell me what it is.” Cedric states firmly.

You swallow your pride and feel your knees buckling under his intense stare, with all the courage you can muster, you take a deep breath and murmur.

“Can you show me how to do it, c-can you fuck me?”

Cedric’s eyes widen and he has to blink the shock out of his eyes. He’d never been asked to help someone through their first time, he found it surprising you would ask him of all people, but at the same time, it was no secret he had done it all when it came to this and your request had his cock hardening in need.

“Alright kitten.” Cedric smirks, taking your hand into his and leading you up the stairs to his private head-boy room. “If you want a lesson, I’d be happy to give one.” He chuckles darkly.

You can already feel the arousal from his words alone dripping from your core to your panties as you nod slowly. Cedric pulls you into his dorm, shutting the door behind him in locking it.

“Now be good darling, and let me teach you.” Cedric smirks, pinning you against the wall and lifting your chin up to him. “Y-Yes…” You respond shyly.

“Yes, who?” Cedric teases, leaning closer to you and ghosting them right over yours. “Call me whatever feels right, kitten.” Cedric smirks, noticing you deep in thought.

“Yes daddy.” You respond meekly, almost like a question. Cedric’s eyebrows raise and his mouth begins to water at your words.

“Say it again, louder.” Cedric teases, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing tightly.

“Yes daddy!” You repeat louder, watching as Cedric’s sharp gray eyes go dark and his lips are on yours. Cedric groans as your lips mould to his, and he takes the lead, moving you in sync with his movements and tilting your chin for better access.

The brunette had never had a lover call him any nicknames before, they usually stuck to his name as he fucked them, but Merlin was this better.

His hands fly to the hem of your sweatshirt as he breaks the kiss for a moment to throw it off before connecting your lips again, slowly prodding his tongue along your bottom lip as you submissively open your mouth to give him access.

Cedric glides his tongue against yours gently swirling it around, taking in the taste of strong firewhiskey essence left on your breath and the sweet smelling perfume on your skin.

His hands travel down your chest and onto your hips as he drags your pants down by the waist, leaving them in a pool around your legs, leaving you only in your bra and panties.

Not taking his lips off yours, Cedric takes your hands and places them at the hem of his white shirt and you get the message, slowly, you take the soft fabric in between your fingers and tug it up Cedric’s chest, pulling back to maneuver it over his head and dropping it on the ground beside you. Taking your hands into his again, Cedric guides your hands to his torso and chest, inviting you to touch him as he deepens the kiss once again.

You oblige and place one hand on his toned shoulder and the other finds its place around Cedric’s abdomen and on his lower back, pulling you impossibly closer to the hufflepuff.

Your breath hitches as you feel the brunette’s hard length pressing against your lower stomach and you pull away from the kiss for a moment to look down and gulp nervously.

Cedric looks down at you teasingly, watching your eyes go from excitement to anxiety.

“What’s wrong kitten? Do you want to get on your knees for your daddy?” Cedric chuckles, placing his nose against your ear and whispering in a hushed tone.

“Y-Yes daddy, but-”

“Shh, daddy has it covered, kitten.” Cedric smirks, bringing his long digits up and placing two in front of your lips.

“Now show me what you want to do, and then we’ll put those lips of yours to real use.” Cedric nods, doing his best to keep himself upright as you nervously open your mouth and take his fingers down to the knuckle, Cedric swallows his urge to just fuck you right there and bites back a groan as your tongue begins swirling around his fingers. Your movements are slow and timid at first, but you move your hand up to hold Cedric’s fingers in place and begin moving your head back and forth, moving quickly but taking your time to drag your tongue up and down Cedric’s long digits.

“Fuck that’s perfect kitten.” Cedric smiles weakly, feeling his cock begin to throb in desire.

“Does it feel good daddy?” You ask, pushing Cedric back a bit so you have room to get down on your knees. “Yes, so good.”

You smile and pull down Cedric’s sweatpants by the waistband and his hand finds its way into your hair, softly at first, but as his length finally springs free, his grip tightens and you smirk knowingly.

Taking Cedric’s shaft into your hands you begin teasing the hufflepuff’s tip with your tongue, running it up and down his thick shaft as his grip on your hair tightens and soft groans leave his lips. You pause for a moment, and Cedric, sensing your fear, places his other hand on your jaw and gathers your hair into his hand.

“You’re doing so well, kitten, making daddy feel so good.” Cedric sighs contently with a grin. Your smile returns to your face and you nod, taking Cedric’s length into your mouth as far as you could and using your hand for what you can’t reach, and like with his fingers you begin swirling your tongue around, testing the waters and glazing up to see Cedric’s reaction.

Eyes closed, mouth agape, and incoherent curses spilling from his lips, you feel your confidence grow and you pick up the pace, bobbing your head back and forth and slowing down to tease his tip. You grow daring and attempt to go deeper, and as Cedric feels his tip hitting the back of your throat he lets out a low groan and feels his hips rolling gently.

With tears pricking your eyes you take Cedric’s cock as the arousal in your pussy grows and with eyes clouded by pleasure, the gray-eyed hufflepuff smirks.

“Use your finger kitten, and make circles around until you find the right spot.” Cedric instructs, watching your hand travel down past your stomach and into your panties.

You experiment around, slowly moving upwards until you feel it, a sudden burst of pleasure hitting you right in the perfect spot..

“Mmh!” You moan, moving your fingers faster against your clit, finally feeling the need in your lower stomach being satisfied.

Your moans send vibrations up Cedric’s shaft and send the brunette doubling over in pleasure with one hand on the wall behind you for support.

“T-That’s it kitten, fuck.” Cedric sighs, watching your hand move back and forth against your clit while your tongue swirls addictively against his cock.

For a moment, with his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head Cedric forgets ‘the lesson’ and delves deeper into the pleasure, his eyes train on your lips wrapped around him and your fingers moving innocently, still too nervous to go deeper, the feeling of you gagging was enough to get him to snap out for a moment and let go of his grip on your hair.

“W-What’s wrong daddy?” You ask, looking up to Cedric with wide eyes.

“N-Nothing, it’s just time for our next lesson.” He explains, helping you up and leading you over to his bed.

Pushing you backwards onto the bed, Cedric watches intrigued as your eyes fly about his room instead of looking at him and he bites back a smirk.

“That’s enough kitten, lay back.” Cedric commands.

You oblige immediately, slowly lowering yourself onto the soft bed and wringing your fingers together over your stomach.

Cedric pauses, dragging his eyes over your body and taking in every curve, you feel the insecurity bubble in your stomach and you move your hands to hide it, when Cedric grabs them and whispers a simple, “don’t, you’re beautiful.”

Your face flushes red and you allow Cedric to place your arms at your side before hooking his fingers on the sides of your soaked panties and pulling them down.

The full scent of your arousal hits him full force and the sight of it glistening all for him made the wish to just drop to his knees now unbearable.

“Okay kitten. I want you to spread your legs and play with your clit again.” Cedric orders, stepping back and crossing his arms.

“W-What?”

“Spread your legs and fuck yourself with your fingers, kitten.” Cedric repeats, watching in amusement as your eyes widen and your lips purse nervously, legs spreading and fingers finding themselves on your clit nevertheless.

“L-Like this daddy?” You ask, gently teasing your fingers down your slit.

“Faster kitten.” Cedric replies plainly, smirking to himself.

You gasp suddenly as your digits begin to pick up the pace, moving in circles around your throbbing clit. “L-Like this?” You pant, throwing your head back gently as the pleasure

“That’s perfect darling. How does it feel?” Cedric smirks.

“Good. So-So good!” You squeak, curling your toes at the euphoria rushing through your abdomen and through your veins as you push your fingers faster and faster.

Your hips buck upwards and your panting grows heavier as your thoughts and movement begin to grow erratic. Cedric licks his lips and steps forwards, lowering himself down onto his knees and prying your hand away, he watches in delight as your eyes widen in confusion at him, your mouth opening and closing as you try to regain your thoughts.

“Just relax, kitten.” Cedric coos, inching closer and licking a thick stripe up your core, lingering seductively on your clit as he pushes it around with his tongue.

“O-Oh fuck.” You moan, tightening your grip on the sheet as you watch Cedric suck gently on the sensitive bud. His large calloused hands massage your thighs as he works, gently caressing them as they shake in pleasure.

He shifts his attention downwards, letting his tongue slide down until he reaches your slit and then, agonizingly slowly, he begins to dip the tip of his tongue in and out, again and again, watching you shake and whine impatiently, waiting for you to break.

You try to pull him closer to you by burying your hand into his hair and tugging on him, but he keeps his pace, no matter how hard you buck your hips or grind down on him he persists until finally you beg.

“Please daddy, please. I-I need you! Fuck go faster.” You cry in pure need.

Cedric smirks to himself victoriously and obliges.

“Whatever my princess wants.”

As if a switch was flipped Cedric begins darting his tongue out as quick as he could, going in and out and lapping up and down.

The hufflepuff moves his hand from your thigh and begins slowly teasing you as his tongue swirls around your clit. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers sinking into your slit and grind your hips instinctively at the feeling. Your core clenches as Cedric’s digits pick up the pace, your mouth parts over and over again, trying to find your voice, but no words come out. You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, all you could feel was Cedric fingers thrusting in and out of you and his tongue sending delicious shockwaves up your stomach it was too much, but it felt so fucking good. You could feel your body clench and something tightening inside you that kept tugging everytime Cedric’s fingers slammed back into you.

Cedric chuckles to himself, sending even more vibrations up your core. He knew what was coming. Your breathing was growing erratic, your hips were bucking and you were squirming around in his grip.

“Do you feel that kitten?” He smirks, watching as you nod vigorously.

“Let go, darling. Relax.” Cedric hushes in a soft tone.

His fingers don’t stop as you finally give in, white flashing your vision as you cry and feel your release, crying Cedric’s name over and over again as he helps you ride out your high.

“Beautiful darling.” He murmurs, cleaning you off with his tongue as you whimper in response.

“How are you feeling? We can stop if-”

You cut him off.

“No! P-Please daddy, it feels so good I want more.” Your eyes widen at your own words and your face flushes a deep shade of red, you look down.

Cedric’s eyes widen for a moment before his grin returns and he nods.

“Very well then.” He murmurs, ditching his sweatpants that were wrapped around his ankles and climbing onto his bed.

Pushing you back gently he positions himself above you and takes his lips into yours in a soft kiss, waiting for you to return it.

Your eyes close and you tilt your head to the side, allowing Cedric to part his lips and tease his tongue along yours.

You breathe sharply in through your nose as the taste of your pussy still lingers on Cedric’s lips, but you find yourself moaning at the sensation, wrapping your arms around Cedric’s neck to pull him closer to you.

His hands move to your back where he skillfully unclips your bra, breaking the kiss for only a second as he pulls it from your arms and tosses it away.

Before you even realize it his lips are on your again, harder this time and far more passionate, he moves his lips slowly but fully, making you moan in satisfaction.

You feel your arousal grow again as heat builds up in your core, you swing your legs impatient around Cedric’s torso in a wordless plea to fuck you.

Cedric smiles into the kiss and without removing his lips from yours he uses his hands to loosen the grip from your legs and place them back on his bed. He pushes them apart and gets himself into position, before slowly pushing his length into you. You drew a sharp breath as he pushed deeper into you, but the sharp feeling went away almost immediately as you shifted yourself into a more comfortable position.

Cedric has to restrain himself from starting as he waits for your permission to start. Being your first time, he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, or start before you were ready.

He lets out a breathy groan, you wrapped around him so perfectly, he had to pull away from your lips for a moment to bite his lip.

You capture his lips back into yours and whisper softly for him to start, Cedric doesn’t hesitate and begins to roll his hips in and out, building speed with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck kitten you feel so good.” He moans, moving his lips to your neck and sucking on the sensitive skin as you sigh in pleasure.

Your breathing came out in rough pants with each thrust from Cedric’s hips, mixing with moans of ecstasy as he filled you up each time, hitting the spot deep in you that had your toes curling and your head lolling back.

“Faster daddy please!” You cry as Cedric nods and quickened his pace making shallow but thorough thrusts and sent vibration all the way up your body and through your veins.

“F-Fuck right there.” You beg, holding onto Cedric’s back like your life depended on it.

“You’re doing so well for me kitten, f-fuck.” Cedric praises causing light shivers to go down your spine.

You whimper softly.

Cedric chuckles softly as he buries his neck in your neck again and bucks his hips, burying himself fully causing a sharp gasp.

“Kitten you feel so good wrapped around my cock, Merlin I could fuck you for days.” The brunette murmurs darkly.

Your face darkens even more and you can only squeak out a small ‘thank you’ before Cedric begins snapping his hips back and forth again.

“Oh- oh fuck.”

“You like it when I praise you kitten? Tell you how perfect you feel while I fuck you.” Cedric taunts, pressing hard kisses down your neck.

“Yes daddy, I love it!” You shout, tightening your grip on his back as Cedric thrusts faster and harder

The tight sensation in your stomach was back and it was getting harder to hold in your climax with Cedric thrusts still hitting your core perfectly.

“D-Daddy, I’m so close.” You pant, arching your back and dropping your head into the pillows below you.

“I-I’m almost there kitten, you’re doing so well.” Cedric breathes, moaning in pleasure as you clench suddenly, trying to keep your release at bay.

“It’s alright darling, cum for me love.” Cedric murmurs, connecting your lips once more as his thrusts grow slower. You nod firmly, arching your back and feeling your eyes roll back as ecstasy pulses through your being.

The shockwaves from your release and the sound of your voice shouting his name pushes Cedric over the edge and after one final thrust his vision flashes.

“Oh fuck y/n.” He moans, slowly rolling his hips to ride out his high.

Cedric smiles as he finishes, collapsing gently beside you.

“How was it, kitten?” Cedric asks teasingly, placing his hand on your cheek.

“W-Wow.” You mutter after a moment. “It was perfect Ced, I learned so much.” You smile.

“That's great kitten, you did… amazing.” Cedric smirks, finding his voice getting caught in his throat as he speaks.

You glance out the window and see darkness pouring through the glass panes.

“M’ getting tired Ced.” You sigh, getting ready to throw the covers off and try to get back to your room.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. You can stay here, I’ll clean you up.” The hufflepuff insists, sitting up suddenly and grabbing his wand.

You nod and close your eyes for a moment, he murmurs a spell and when you open your eyes again you are cleaned off and Cedric was walking towards you with clean clothes, wearing his sweatpants again.

“Here, I-I’ll get you some water.” he smiles, laying a large t-shirt and a pair of his boxers onto the bed.

You nod meekly and sit up carefully to grab the clothing.

Shrugging on the shirt, you watch as Cedric makes his way to his door.

“Thank you by the way.” You sigh hoarsely, smiling to yourself.

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll be back in a moment.” Cedric nods, opening the door to his dorm and leaving.

“Godric…” Cedric sighs to himself as he leaves. For a moment he leans on the door and just breathes. This was just supposed to be a ‘lesson.’ A one night thing where you’d be together one night and forget. But, how was he going to forget? The way you touched his skin, said his name, called him ‘daddy.’

Fuck.

By the time he reached the common room the party had died down to only the hufflepuff students who were either passed out or cleaning up.

The refreshments table still had a few pitchers of water no one had touched so Cedric grabs one and two cups before turning and walking towards the stairs.

When he returned you were half passed out on his bed, your eyes flutter lightly as he walks in and Cedric can’t help but smile. You look so beautiful lying there, exhausted, but absolutely stunning.

“Hey, I brought you something to drink.” He whispers, pouring you a drink before helping you sit up.

“Mm-” You nod, taking the cup from his hand and drinking it.

The cool water feels amazing down your dry throat, you smile and thank him again before handing the cup back to him and collapsing back into bed.

“I-I’ll sleep on the floor.” Cedric mutters, placing the cup onto his bedside stand.

“No- Can you stay with me, please?” You murmur out suddenly, shifting to the side of the bed and snuggling yourself into his blanket.

“Yeah, of course.”Cedric smiles, sitting beside you before laying and getting situated in the covers.

You turn as soon as he’s comfortable and cuddle yourself into his chest.

“G’night Cedric.” You yawn, feeling your fatigue pull you into unconsciousness.

“Goodnight y/n.” The hufflepuff murmurs, wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his chin over your head.

There was something soothing about your breathing, the scent of your hair, the feeling of your skin against his. Something about you felt right, you felt perfectly sculpted against him.

Almost, ethereal.

But you deserved so much better than him. More than a playboy that has used every trick in the book. More than someone who could barely remember his nights because of alcohol. More than him.

You were innocent, more or less, compared to him. You still had a chance.

He sighs, pulling you closer to him.

For tonight though it didn’t matter, you were asleep peacefully in his arms and he was there with you. You could make the choice in the morning. But for now he was here, with you.

And that was all that mattered.

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genshin-no-simp · 3 years

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Kaeya x Reader - Needy (Smut)

Pairing: Kaeya x You/Reader (Female)

Sexual content below the cut.

Warnings: dacryphilia, teasing, Kaeya is a tease (always).

You let out a gentle sob as you tried once again to lower yourself onto Kaeya's thick girth. It has been some time since the two of you have had the opportunity to spend time together, safe to say you were unprepared and impatient. But you weren't expecting to struggle so much.

"K-Kaeya, please help." You sobbed, as you wriggled on him. His tip teased and prodded your aching and dripping hole. It was so close but it just wouldn't go in.

Despite being touch starved and needy himself, Kaeya found this highly amusing. He never expected you to be this needy, so needy that you were desperately trying to fill yourself up and getting frustrated because you can't. He smirked as he lazily rubbed his fingers against your thigh.

"Come on Raindrop, I know you can do it," he cooed, so voice low and silky.

You whimpered and Kaeya could feel your slick dripping down his cock. His hands ghosted over your skin until they reached your ass. He gripped each cheek firmly in either hand, his fingers spread across making sure to cup your ass fully as he began to massage them. With each stroke, he gently helped you lower. You bit your lip, coaxed on by his ministrations you pushed yourself down further. Finally you felt his tip penetrate your pussy.

You choked on a sigh of relief as more tears streamed down your face. Kaeya licked his lips, you looked so fucking good right now. He didn't know what it was about seeing you cry during sex, but he loved it, he loved watching the tears of pleasure stream down your face as he pushes you passed your limits. Begging him to stop yet refusing to let go of him. Hence the nickname Raindrop.

You continued sinking down onto him, your fingers gripped tighter against his vest as if it would help you fit him inside you. You were still a long way to go until he was fully inside you. You thought once the tip was in, you would be able to easily slide all the way down but it was still proving difficult. All you wanted his cock, maybe you should've let Kaeya take his time on you but you wanted it so bad.

"K-Kae," you sobbed weakly, "p-please Kae." Your lips trembled as you pushed your bare chest against his. Kaeya gripped your ass tighter before pulling you off him. You whined in protest feeling him slide out.

He chuckled, "you wanted my help didn't you?" He smirked narrowing his eye at you.

You realized maybe you should have tried a bit harder or maybe this is exactly what you wanted. Kaeya moved you onto your back as he hovered over you. A hand immediately delving between your thighs and into your wet folds. Your back arched into his touch.

"Look, you're so wet and you were still struggling to sit on my cock." Kaeya teased, pushing two of digits into you.

"Ngh. Ah~" you panted thrusting your hips upwards, this only caused Kaeya to push you back against the bed.

"Ah, ah sweetheart, you had your chance." He cooed.

Kaeya twisted his fingers, thrusting upwards. Throwing your head back, you moaned loudly. Kaeya knew your body like the back of his hand. Of course it wouldn't be difficult for him to find that mind numbing spot inside you. Your walls clenched around his fingers, sucking them in further. Kaeya chuckled deeply shoving them deeper, just brushing past your g-spot. You squirmed in hopes of feeling him press against it, but to no avail. You hiccuped, grabbing his arm.

"Kae," you begged, but you had a feeling no matter how much you begged, he wasn't going to give in. You had riled him up too much.

With another chuckle, Kaeya removed his fingers with a wet pop. You squeezed his arm tighter, trying to push his fingers back into you.

"You're so cute when you're needy, Raindrop." He easily freed his arm from your grip. Your lower lip trembled in frustration.

Kaeya's eye shone mischievously as he pushed your legs further apart to fully show off your dripping wet and aching pussy. He watched as your chest heaved with deep breaths, he was going to enjoy making you squirm and beg for him.

Lowering himself he nestled between your legs, his blue locks tickled your skin and your legs trembled with anticipation. With his tongue out Kaeya brought his face to your flower and lapped up your juices that leaked out. He made sure to purposefully avoid your clit. You gasped, grabbing a fistful of his hair. Kaeya groaned softly, gods he loved getting his hair pulled. He didn't know what it was about it, perhaps it was the pleasurable sting or perhaps he loved seeing your slightly more dominant side.

Kaeya continued to tease around your clit with his tongue as he slid two fingers back inside you. You moaned as you arched into him, shoving your pussy into his face. Yet despite this Kaeya refused to give you what you want. Spreading his fingers he stretched you out, he watched as your pussy fluttered around his fingers, desperate for more, clenching and unclenching. He had to admit it was difficult holding himself back, but he was having too much fun teasing you to let it end so soon.

Kaeya slid his tongue into your hole, where he noisily slurped and licked up your juices. Your eyes welled with tears once again, it felt so good but he was ignoring the one place that needed attention most. Tugging on his hair, you pulled him ever closer, his nose brushed against your clit. Kaeya groaned, his cock twitched with pleasure as more precum leaked from his tip. Fuck, he couldn't take it anymore.

Removing his face from you he licked his lips before wiping the rest of your slick from his face. You whimpered desperately, you were getting real sick of having your pleasure ripped away from you. Your hand fell from his hair.

Without warning Kaeya buried himself inside you to the hilt.

"Fuck!" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You hadn't expected him to thrust in so suddenly. The sudden stretch had you drooling. The tears that had welled in your eyes previously now streamed down your face. Your hands found it's way into his hair again. Kaeya grunted, feeling your tight, welcoming walls enveloping him. Without giving you anytime to adjust, he began to trust into you with reckless abandon.

"Kaeya, Kaeya, Kaeya. Kaeya! Kaeya!" You chanted his name continuously. Your hands didn't know where they wanted to be. Around his neck, in his hair, on his shoulders, around his back, on his chest. They were everywhere, just like the tears of pleasure that stained your gorgeous face.

Kaeya gripped your waist tightly, as he continued to thrust into you ruthlessly. It was just then that the knot inside you snapped and you came, you squirted around him and it covered his cock and stained his pelvis too.

"Oh Raindrop, you've never done that before." He licked his lips, letting his tongue poke out from between them, "think you can do it again for me?" He moaned softly, if he wasn't turned on before he certainly was now.

You were moaning uncontrollably now not only from over sensitivity but at how turned on Kaeya looked right now. It was enough to send you into another orgasm, you sobbed out a moan, your body shook and your pussy clenched tightly around his cock as you squirted again as you came. In response Kaeya didn't hold back his orgasm this time as he filled you to the brim with his cum. There was so much, it oozed out of you despite him still being sheathed inside you.

You whined feeling the emptiness as he pulled out. Kaeya stood from the bed with his back towards you, you shuffled and hugged him from behind and nuzzled your face between his shoulder blades. Kaeya chuckled softly, gently rubbing your arms. Loosening your grip slightly Kaeya turned and wrapped his arms around you. You smiled as you pulled him closer resting your hands on the broad of his back, meanwhile Kaeya nestled his face in the crook of your neck.

"I love you," his voice was gentle, below a whisper as if he were to speak any louder you would shatter.

With a content smile you kissed his collar bone, "I love you too."

Kaeya let out a satisfied sigh, he could hear the love echo from your voice but still he held you closer, "I'm sorry I couldn't get time off sooner." He pulled away just enough to look at you.

You smiled shaking your head, "It's fine, besides if this is what I have to look forward to everytime, well who am I to complain?" You smirked raising an eyebrow.

Kaeya scoffed amused, "hmm who's to say, I'll be as kind and give you what you want?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, "oh sweetheart, I don't think you could last."

"Oh?" He leaned in close, ghosting his lips over yours, "care to take a bet?"

You realized you shouldn't have provoked him.

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Natasha Romanoff ~ Pain

Natasha Romanoff X fem!Reader Smut

Word count: 2,873

Includes: bondage, blindfold, masturbation, spanking, gagging, praise, fingering, edging, strap on, knife play (minor injury), overstimulation and oral

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Even with your sense heightened you couldn't hear a sound except your own shallow breathing. The blindold covering your eyes had left you to rely on your hearing while all you could see was darkness.

Having said that, your sense of touch seemed to have been sharpened, but that may have been down to having no clothes on. Natasha had pulled them all off you what seemed like centuries ago, leaving your skin hopeful to feel her touch.

Your wrists were beginning to sore from the tight rope holding them together above your head. They were secured to the metal bars at the top of the bed and ensured restricted movements from your hands.

Your ankles had a similar fate and were tied down to each of the bedposts, leaving your legs spread wide open for your girlfriend.

You lay on your stomach with your ass in the air and your head to the side, leaving the silky sheets against your cheek. Your girlfriend knew you felt vulnerable in such a position, something that was definetly a turn on, yet had never left you alone in that state before.

You could only imagine the teasing Natasha had planned for you. She knew all of your kinks, as you did hers, and she was more than willing to try most of them. But there was one she had been promising to do for so long you had come to assume it would never happen.

You were interrupted from your thoughts when you finally heard your girlfriend enter the room. The sound of her footsteps was followed by a mocking chuckle that always left you wet and wanti

"Look at my little whore, all tired up and helpless. Ready to be fucked" She spoke in her dominant tone darkly. You could only whimper in response.

"Please." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

You could hear her footsteps coming closer to the bed before you felt the shift in weight distribution on the mattress.

You could hear her placing multiple objects down onto the bed and your mind wondered with all the possibilities of what those objects were.

You felt your dominant girlfriend straddle your waist and her bare skin against your own, sending electric sparls throughout your body.

Her slim fingers stroked the centre of your neck so lightly if you hadn't known it was her you would have assumed it was a feather.

The slight touch from her fingertips wandered in a straight line up your neck, jaw and chin. She held it lightly in her hand, her fingertips below your jaw and her thumb a centimetre below your bottom lip.

You knew she was prolonging the feeling of you shaking in anticipation beneath her.

Her thumb stroked the area and you responded by parting your lips for her more. You thought she would slip her thumb or fingers inside, as she had done countless times before, but instead she whipped off the blidfold.

Despite this newfound vision, Natasha was still out of your line of sight. Your disapintment was short lived when she gracefully got off your back and sat down in the chair facing you.

The last time you had seen the beauty she was fully clothed. But in that moment she displayed to you her red lingerie that clung to her body perfectly. It highlighted her curves and made your imagination run wild.

The lace bra and panties displayed about as much as they hid and you felt your arousal grow as your eyes wondered over the matching lacy suspender belt and stockings.

You wanted nothing more than to please her and have her moaning your name, but she had other plans.

"Like what you see?" She smirked as she spread her legs to show you just how thin the fabric was and how little it hid the outline of her pussy lips.

She leaned towards you as she captured her bottom lip between her teeth, maintaining her lustful stare. She placed two fingers on your lips and you instantly opened your mouth for her to slip them in this time.

You sucked on them as you stared back at her and swiped your tongue over the length of her slender fingers. She smirked at your eagerness as she pulled her fingers away and resumed her previous position in the chair.

You licked your own lips at the sight and saw Natasha's had wander teasingly across her stockings, thighs and then the wasitband of her panties, her fingers still glistening.

She didn't hesitate to rub the outline of her pussy through her panties, a sight that made your own pussy clench.

You heard her gasp out when she pressed down on her clit and once she brought her hand away you saw the wet patch she had made on her panties.

"Natasha..." you whined, wanting to touch her.

"No begging, or there will be consequences." She ordered again, breathlessly this time as she continued to stare me down. You nodded your head quickly before your gaze dropped back to those panties that deprived you of the full view.

Natasha's fingers slipped elegantly beneath the red fabric and disappeared into her wet folds. You could hear her moan softly as she started to pump two fingers inside herself at a steady pace.

Her other hand reached up to grap her left breast while she continued to finger herself infront of you. You so desperetly wanted to call out to her. To beg her to let you touch her, any way she wanted. But I knew you wouldn't be successful.

Natasha's pace increased as her moans grew louder and her thigh muscles clenched. You could tell she was close and without considering the consequences you called out to her.

"Tasha, please! Let me touch you." You whined and tried to squirm in your position. Your girlfriend's eyes darkened as a result yet she didn't stop.

You watched in awe as she came on her fingers while her head tilted back in bliss. It didn't take long for her to come down from her high and stand from the chair, her legs only slightly shaky.

"I warned you." Natasha spoke lowly as she moved around to the end of the bed. Part of you expected there to be some kind of warning for what followed, the rest of me knew better.

Natasha brought her hand down fast across your ass and you gave a cry of surprise and pain from the sudden feeling. You would have lurched forward if you weren't so tightly held down, but the restricted movements caused you to experience the pain more than you normally would.

"Quiet." Natasha ordered again. You bit your lip hard to supress any noises you would make.

However, this proved futile as the next time Natasha spanked you you moaned into the bed sheets, the sound definetly loud enough for your sadistic girlfriend to hear.

"Alright then, if you insist on keeping that slutty mouth of yours open..." Natasha didn't bother to fnish her sentence, knowing actions spoke louder than words.

She pulled my blindfold back down over your eyes before quickly spanking you again. This time when you opened your mouth to moan your girlfriend forced a breathable ball gag into your mouth and fastened it at the back of your head.

"Open one of your hands if you want me to stop. I won't be mad." She said gently into your ear, making you smile.

How your girlfriend was able to shift attitudes so drastically in a short space of time always baffled you, but your heart melted whenever she showed her caring side. Everytime you had been gagged she said the same thing.

You nodded and kept your hands in closed fists, hearing a chuckle from her in repsonse.

"Good girl." She hummed, returning to her dominant side. Before you could even respond to her praise you felt another harsh smack to your ass that had you crying out into the gag. You even tried to speak into the gag to beg her to touch you, but your pleading was inaudible, something Natasha evidently found amusing.

She spanked you more until you completly lost count due to only being able to think about the intense stinging feeling across your skin, imagining just how red your skin was and knowing Natasha would apply some cream to that when she was done.

Tears streamed down your face and you whimpered from every little thing you felt. The sensitivity of your skin was making you crazy and completly at your girlfriend's control.

You breathed heavily as you rested your head against the bed sheets and was vaguely aware of Natasha's fingers running across your broken skin. The somewhat soothing gesture didn't last long as her fingers soon dropped down to your soaking core.

"You're so wet, y/n." She husked as her fingers glided over your folds, gathering your juices on her fingers.

You whimpered in response to her words and only wished you could move yourself back onto her fingers.

As if she could hear your thoughts, Natasha slipped a single finger into your folds and pushed it entirely inside you. You moaned softly at the single digit, instantly craving more.

"I'm barely touching you are you're already so responsive." She mocked and moved the single finger in at an agonizingly slow pace, you groaned in protest but your girlfriend only snickered in response to your whining.

She kept this up for a couple minutes and just as you were about to huff out in frustration you felt her withdraw and pump 3 fingers into you at a sudden, overwhelming rate.

You moaned and gasped out into the gag as you felt her fingers fuck you at a rough and hard pace.

You so desperetly wanted to ride her fingers but could only strain your thigh muscles against the ropes. You kept your head firmly against the sheets and hands enclosed in tight fists as though you were protecting something sacred in the palm of your hand.

You could feel the heat rising throughout your body and the pleasure building as Natasha mercilessly thrusted her fingers into your soaked pussy that clenched around her perfectly.

Just as you thought you were about to experience an earth shattereing orgasm, Natasha's fingers abruptly pulled out.

You whimpered and whined into the gag in protest and could hear your girlfriend chuckle at your struggles and pathetic attempt to prolong the pleasure.

You could hear her suck on her fingers as the weight shifted on the bed until Natasha was gone, leaving only the sound of her moving.

Once she was back on the bed she leant over to whisper into your ear while you felt the familiar silicone brush your folds.

"I'll say this once: cum without permission and you will be punished." As she said those words you felt a cool piece of metal glide across your skin. Under the blindfold your eyes widened as I realised what Natasha was holding.

The knife, sharpened to perfection, pressed threateningly against your vulnerable skin. You could guess it was about a six inch blade and imagined it glistening in the light in an angelic manner.

Your core throbbed at the thought of it, yearning to feel it press against you to the point where it tears at your fragile skin.

Natasha placed the strap in line with your entrance and pushed the tip forward for your pussy lips to envelope.

As you clenched around the small amount inside you, you were caught off guard by Natasha pushing the rest of it inside you in one hard thrust.

You cried out into the gag, not being able to adjust to the size before your girlfriend pulled out and slammed the toy back into you. You moaned loudly at the ache the strap caused and dug your nails into the palms of your hands.

Natasha continued to pound the strap into your pussy as you moaned and whimpered in time with her deep, hard strokes.

While one hand held the knife against your stomach, the other grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked it so your head was thrown back.

All of this combined with Natasha mercillessly slamming the strap on into you over and over made your pussy start to clench around the toy.

You tried to communicate with her that you were about to cum, but of course she didn't care.

Your whole body tensed up and your breathing became increasingly ragged until you clenched around the toy again and came hard on it. You moaned and gasped out into the gag, almost forgetting about the knife pressed against you.

You were reminded of it when you felt a sudden, fast jolt from the knife that slashed across you. You cried out and felt your arousal grow again despite the now slow pace of Natasha moving the strap.

Your stomach felt as though it had been burnt and the red hot sting continued to stay. Natasha dropped her hand that was holding your hair and swipped her finger across the cut and hummed in delight.

You kept your fists tightly closed and wondered if you had drawn blood yourself from how deep your nails were into your own flesh.

"You're doing so good for me." Natasha whispered softly into your ear and started to pick up the pace again.

This time, you were already adjusted to the size of the strap and took it without the feeling of it stretching you slightly.

Natasha's hips moved at a faster rate and every time she filled you up completelt you felt her press against your ass. The knife remained firmly in her hand and on a new area of your stomach, ready to strike the unmarked skin.

Your body trembled from the stimulation to your pussy that made you shake slightly in support of the ropes still binding you down.

You moaned into the gag again as you felt the familiar tug in your lower stomach come back.

You could feel Natasha's grip on the knife tighten as your legs tensed up again and your back arched as much as it could as you came a second time, even more exhausted than the last.

With the orgasm came another cut across your skin, longer and deeper this time. You whimpered into the gag, wishing you could see the marks your girlfriend had made.

Natasha didn't halter her rhythm this time and seemed to instead take her fucking with a new vigour. This time when she thrust the strap on into you you could feel your cum soaking the strap as it pumped into your equally wet pussy, the combination of which was extremely audible and made you gush with wetness even more.

"You wanna cum again, huh? I can hear how wet and desperate you are for me, whore." You moaned in response as your whole body shuddered again, your increasing sensitivity making you all the more vulnerable.

When you came for the third time and felt the sharp blade slice once more, you were so out of breath you needed the gag removed to help you breathe. You opened your hand and felt Natasha instantly stop her movements and pulled out.

"It's okay, you did so good for me." She cooed as she removed your blindfold and gag.

"I'm okay..." You huffed, trying to catch your breath. "I can do...one more." You gasped and felt Natasha untie all the ropes.

"One more? Hmm okay." She flipped you gently onto your back and positioned herself between your legs.

You gazed down in awe at the three cuts across your stomach. They weren't serious and you doubted they would need stitches, yet the bright red blood slowly escaping from the wounds, one of which even trickling down yourside, lit your core on fire.

Your girlfriend grinned knowingly at you as she flicked her tongue against your swollen clit. You gasped out at the sensitivity and rested your head back against the pillow and clossed your eyes in bliss.

Natasha's tongue swiped around your folds, collecting the cum that had spilled out a little prior, befor plunging her tongue inside you.

You moaned out from the sensitivity and gripped her hair for support, encouraging her to tongue fuck you faster.

Her tongue swiped around inside of you perfectly, as though it was the last time she would taste you and wanted to memorize every inch of your core.

The overstimulation meant it didn't take long for your walls to clench around her tongue, pushing it out and leading Natasha to sucking on your clit in response.

"Tasha!" You gasped out as you came hard on your girlfriend's tongue. She licked up every single drop of your cum before leaning up to kiss you.

You kissed her back and tasted yourself on her lips, smiling to yourself at that fact. She pulled back and fell down beside you, looking at you lovingly.

"That was..." She trailed off, unable to find the words.

"Wow-factor." You grinned.

#black widow #black widow imagine #black widow x reader #black widow smut #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #marvel #scarlett johansson #back at it again with the kinky shit

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Side Effects | Bruce Banner x reader

summary: you never know what might be in the beakers at another chemist's station. you never know which of your colleagues might come along just in the knick of time to become the only antidote to your affliction.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut! (dub con due to sex pollen), semi-public sex (because technically someone could have walked by but unlikely), guilt/hesitance, kinda pining??, fingering, creampie,

a/n: yes, this is an accurate depiction of emergency shower protocol in a chemical lab and yes it is every lab technician's worst nightmare. thankfully the other stuff is not an accurate depiction of any known chemical, lol.

You wiped your forehead with a tired sigh, staring down at the calculations in front of you before using your pen to scribble over them before tearing out the page and throwing it away.

“You still do that by hand?” Bruce interjected, making you look up at where he was leaning in the doorway to the lab, watching you work.

“Oh, Dr. Banner!” you greeted with a smile, wondering if it was too ecstatic. You weren’t so good at the ‘playing it cool’ thing like he seemed to be.

“We have all those fancy screens and digital whiteboards, you know,” he explained as he stepped in and looked around at your work. “Not to mention the computer can do that stuff for you.”

“I know,” you scoffed, “but I always feel better doing it myself, on real paper. Not that I’m having any luck at the moment…”

"Here, I'll give them a quick look while you take a break," he offered, glancing at the numbers from over your shoulder. "You just get up and stretch your legs for a minute, doc."

You always thought it was sort of silly for him to call you that when he was a doctor as well, but you didn't complain.

Regardless, you were about to tell him that it was fine and you didn't need a break, but he was leaning in closer to take your seat and the proximity was so intimidating that you hopped up and went along with it anyways. He sat down and pondered your calculations while you circled the lab, taking a moment to appreciate how nice it felt to stand up and move around after sitting for so long.

"Your handwriting is…" Bruce trailed off, adjusting his glasses.

"Feminine and graceful?" you finished sarcastically.

"Sure," he chuckled.

"Yeah, just like me—" you started to quip, but mid-sentence you (ironically) stumbled and tripped, using a nearby table to catch yourself— but you accidentally grabbed onto a beaker, which tipped over and smashed onto the ground. The liquid inside spilled onto the floor just before you did, and you winced as you fell into the puddle of the unknown substance.

“Shit!” you hissed as you scrambled to get up, looking down at your clothes and seeing they were covered in the fluid, which was beginning to evaporate, or steam, or something. Remembering lab safety protocols, you instantly began to strip, closing your eyes and wishing Bruce hadn’t come in just before this. As you shirked your lab coat, shirt, and skirt, you walked to the emergency shower, pulling the lever and gasping when the chilly stream of water poured down on you. Bruce looked at you with wide eyes before being kind enough to turn around as you shivered and removed your bra and underwear, now completely naked and weakly scrubbing yourself with your hands in hopes that none of the chemical had gotten onto your skin.

“What is it?” he asked nervously, turning his head back enough that you could hear him over the flow of water, but hopefully not so much that he could see anything important.

“I don’t know,” you answered, “it’s not mine. It’s something Dr. Sutherland was working on…”

“Is it… are you in pain at all?” he asked, even more concerned, and you tried to decide if you could feel any effects.

“N-no…” you answered hesitantly. You felt hot, and strange, and you were covered in rolling chills, but you figured that was just the situation you were in— naked in a tepid shower in front of your coworker who just so happened to be incredibly sexy.

“I should call poison control,” Bruce offered as he reached for his cell phone.

“No, I’m fine,” you denied as the water flow slowed down and you wiped your face, confident that you looked like a complete mess— but at least you saved yourself from whatever was in that beaker, right?

“Here,” Bruce offered an emergency blanket to you after pulling it off a nearby shelf, and it was not at all absorbent but it helped with the draft as you stepped away from the shower which was still leaking the last few drops of water onto the drain on the floor.

“Thank you,” you nodded nervously, shivering and dripping and looking back at him with no idea what to say at all.

“Do you feel alright? I should check you for burns,” he suggested. “I— I won’t look…”

“Please,” you sighed, pulling the blanket a bit to expose your chest and stomach. He brushed his hand over the skin there, making you instantly whine as heat burned just under your skin, clouding your mind and making you crave even more.

"Did that hurt?" he asked anxiously, pulling away, but you stepped closer.

"No it's… it's good, it's so good."

He furrowed his brow as he looked down at you, putting the back of his hand to your forehead. "You're burning up, doc, you must be running a fever of 105."

"Touch me more, please," you whimpered. It was like you were in a dream, everything foggy and distant, and the only time that anything made sense was when he touched you. Or maybe it was that his touch sent you further into delirium; you couldn't be sure.

He gasped when he looked at your quivering legs only to find slick arousal running down the inside of them, threatening to drip onto the floor.

"Oh," he sighed.

"Please," you begged mindlessly, "Dr. Banner, I n-need you…"

"No, you need medical attention."

You whined and grabbed as his shirt, humming at the feeling of his warm skin just beneath. If the forearms that he often left exposed in rolled-up sleeves were anything to go buy, his chest was probably toned and tanned, lightly dusted with dark hair… you were all but drooling at the thought. "Please, Bruce… just help me," you pleaded, looking up into his eyes which were swirling with conflict.

"I can't," he shook his head. "I'd be taking advantage."

He must have seen the heartbreak of rejection make you wince, because he tried to soothe you with his hands resting on your arms— even just that contact making you suppress a moan.

"I've wanted this for so long," he explained, "and you— you haven't. You're unwell, you need to go to a hospital."

You sobbed a little at the idea of being taken away from him and examined by strangers, when you knew the solution was right in front of you. "No, no Bruce they'll touch me! Nobody can touch me but you, I only want you."

He scoffed, but you heard the weakness in it and you needed him to give in soon before you melted from your own hear. "You're deranged— delirious," he reiterated.

"It'll feel so good, please Bruce, I'll be so good for you— anything you want, I'll do it, I'm yours."

"Stop talking like that," he winced. "I can't… I can't."

"I need to feel you inside me, Dr. Banner, I need it more than anything. It's just gonna get worse… please, help me. I want you. I trust you."

"You'll hate me in the morning," he asserted. "God, this is so wrong…"

But much to your relief, he reached down and hesitantly slid his thick middle finger through your folds, gasping gently as he felt how wet you were. "I should t-take you somewhere private."

"No, need you now— right here," you pleaded, trying to chase his touch with your hips.

"But if someone came by—" he began to fret, glancing at the door; but his attention was turned back to you by your hands weaving into his hair.

"Nobody else stays this late, god, Bruce please I just need you so bad—"

He cut you off with a sudden kiss, which was enough on its own to make warmth bloom in your gut, but then he started to move his finger again and you shuddered with a moan that was muffled by his lips.

"Maybe I can make you come like this," he offered as he pulled back just enough to whisper to you, "would that help you? It'll take the edge off."

You bucked and moaned against his fingers, just those subtle touches driving you wild. "N-no, it has to be inside! You have to fuck me, I need your cock."

He breathed through his teeth, like he was almost considering it, but then looked away. "I can't," he shook his head.

"Can't or won't?"

He frowned. "Won't. I'll get you off with my fingers, otherwise it would be… too selfish."

"Bruce, I'm literally begging you for it," you sighed, the irritated tone that you'd intended lost in the moans he elicited by rubbing your swollen clit.

"I know," he winced, "I know and it's killing me that I can't give you what you're asking for… I swear if it wasn't like this…" he trailed off as you looked up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"What would it be like?" you asked lowly. "Tell me how you would fuck me."

For all his shyness before, there was a brief switch in his demeanor as he leaned in, breath hot against your neck as he whispered, two fingers sliding into your channel at the exact moment that he spoke.

"So fucking hard."

You whimpered, knees wobbling a bit as you tried to ride his fingers— but he wasn't pushing back, wasn't giving you enough force to balance against when you sought more friction. "P-please, Bruce— I know you want to, please, please baby I need it so bad…"

"I know," he breathed, free hand cradling your face as his thumb stroked your cheek, and it was so needlessly compassionate, so effortlessly soothing that your heart had no choice but to clench at his tenderness. Other parts of you clenched as well, in much more literal ways, but the heart thing was more important.

You gingerly reached forward and palmed his cock through his pants, moaning when you felt how hard it was. "You're desperate, too," you informed him with a little smile. "It hurts, doesn't it? It aches."

"Yes," he answered tensely.

"I'm hurting too. I'm aching, for you. Please, Bruce, help me."

As he pulled back and examined your face, he chewed his lip and contemplated. He couldn't stand to see you in pain, but he couldn't comprehend what he had to do to help you. Well, okay, that's not totally accurate because he had actually "comprehended" the idea of making love to you plenty of times. But that was just a fantasy, a very misguided one that he only indulged in in his weakest moments. And in those fantasies, shockingly enough, you were always completed lucid and of sound mind and body. He sadly could not say that for you at the moment, and of course he couldn't because of course when you were sober and healthy, you didn't see him that way.

Bruce prided himself on his logic, his integrity, his patience. Suddenly, those qualities were falling prey to a much deeper, carnal instinct that saw this not as a predicament but as an opportunity. Logic states, after all, that it would be wasteful to have everything he wanted thrown into his lap and to let it go to waste.

"Fuck," he groaned as he kissed you again, fucking you faster with his fingers. You moaned and went for his belt, barely managing to open it with your hands shaking so much; part of you had considered just trying to rip the leather off of him, and with the force of your need it seemed almost plausible.

Finally getting his trousers opened just enough to reach inside, you purred as you reached in and navigated past his boxers to wrap your fingers around his hard cock. It was so thick and smooth and hot and you almost wanted to drop to your knees and take it in your throat right then, but you had better plans.

He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, grinning against you at the way you whined, before wrapping his arms around you and quickly instructing you to jump.

It was infuriating, how easily he caught you when you wrapped your body around him. Infuriating and so painfully sexy.

He never broke the kiss as he walked the two of you to your lab table, sliding the papers aside and onto the floor to set you on it. You started on his aggravatingly-small shirt buttons while he pushed his trousers and boxers down the rest of the way, and god his cock was right there between your legs, so close but very much too far away for your liking.

You didn't have the time or energy to get his shirt off, settling for just running your hands over the exposed skin instead. He grinned and watched the path your hands made, hissing slightly when they wrapped around his shaft— for a second you swore you could feel it throb.

"Don't make me wait anymore," you whispered your plea, sighing a little when he nodded.

"Okay baby," he agreed.

"Been waiting so long," you whined.

"Me too," he nodded, and with a little push, his cock slid all the way into you and filles you to the brim. Even when you were completely drenched, the girth of him was so wide that it stung, that it tore you open, but you loved it. Your head fell back and just from him being inside you, you came. The substance had you so needy and sensitive that that was all it took. It wasn't enough yet, of course. You knew you needed more. But God, he felt so good you could hardly breathe.

"Baby," you heard Bruce gasp, his fingers digging into your hips. Your chest twisted when he laughed a little, breathless and just teetering on the line between complimentary and mocking. "Did you just come?"

You considered playing dumb, but nodded instead.

His smile was apparent when he pressed his lips just below your ear to suck on the delicate skin there, his teeth trailing up to nibble your earlobe lightly. You hoped he would leave a mark, you hoped he would leave lots of marks that you could remember this by for weeks to come.

"Couldn't help yourself, huh?" he asked breathlessly, whispering so quietly you could barely hear it over the beating of your own pulse which echoed in your ears.

"You feel so good," you justified, "so fucking good, Bruce."

"You too," he sighed as he finally pulled back and slid into you again, the friction making your back arch instantly. "Even better than I imagined."

You smiled and wrapped your legs around his hips, forcing him to push deeper with each thrust. When he pushed you to your limits it felt like you might just fall apart right there, but it was so worth it.

As if that wasn't enough, he reached down and circled a thumb over your overstimulated clit, grinning down at you at the sight of you writhing and bucking wildly in his arms.

"Fuck!" you cried as you tightened your hands on his shoulders into fists hard enough to risk tearing through his shirt.

"Too much?"

"More," you pleaded instead, crying out when he gave you exactly what you wanted with fast, rough thrusts into your drenched walls. "Yes," you sobbed, "yes, fuck— m'gonna come, Bruce, gonna come again."

"Go ahead," he encouraged, voice so much rougher than normal, "show me how good it feels, baby."

It felt like his words were the thin that pushed you over the edge, as if your body somehow both understood and obeyed his command. You could feel a renewed wave of slick leak out from you, enough that you could hear the wetness in each slap of his hips against yours. His name was somewhere in the litany of curses and praises that spilled from your lips, your mind too clouded with hazy pleasure to keep track of what you were actually saying.

"Just like that," he groaned, "doing so good, fuck, say my name just like that every time I make you come."

An easy enough stricture to follow, especially when it seemed like he was all you could think about. He looked so different with his clothes half-shorn and his eyes dark with lust. He hadn't taken his glasses or labcoat off and you weren't sure which of those you were happier about.

His lips and hands were all over you; you couldn't even keep track of everywhere he was touching you, that's how overwhelming it was. "God, you're so fucking perfect," he groaned against your skin, finding a hardened nipple as his tongue explored you and wrapping his lips around it. "You are so goddamn sexy, you know that? I love seeing you with your legs spread for me like a needy little whore. I love hearing you moan and knowing I'm the one making you feel this good."

He took a moment to look at you and soak in your shocked reaction to his words before leaning in to continue.

"I love feeling you come for me," he purred in your ear.

"Then you're gonna really like what I'm about to do," you shivered.

"Yeah? You can gimme another one already?" he smiled. "Such a good girl…"

You really couldn't help it, it felt like everything he did only enhanced your pleasure— his words, his hands all over you, not to even mention his cock inside you. As much as the hedonistic corner of your brain was happy to let this go on forever, the ramifications of constant orgasms were finally catching up with you as you wondered how much more of this you could take.

"F-fuck, are you close?" you asked weakly. "Want you to come for me, Bruce, please."

"I-I'll pull out," he suggested, although the way he looked down at his length sinking into you and pulling back out, covered in your abundant arousal, didn't exactly indicate that he was willing and able to actually make good on his offer.

"No!" you yelped, pulling him closer by his unbuttoned shirt. "It needs to be inside, Bruce, please come inside me."

"Fuck," he hissed through his teeth.

"Please, Bruce, please, promise you'll come inside."

"I will," he sighed, "fuck, I will baby, I promise I'm gonna fill you up so good, you're gonna have my come so fucking deep inside you…"

"Yes!" you moaned, completely unabashed as the unknown substance had apparently absolved you of any shame whatsoever. "Yes, I want it, Bruce, I want your come."

The moment you felt his seed start to paint your walls, you felt relief begin to wash over you. Your mind and body relaxed, the overwhelming heat under your skin subsiding into a comforting warmth, the desperation that had burned in your gut satiated at last.

And that left you staring up at him in realization of what you had done, just as he looked back at you with the same.

"God, I'm so sorry—" he shuddered, moving to pull away. Instinctively your legs wrapped around his hips again, holding him close.

"N-no, wait," you groaned, "it's okay. Don't go."

"You don't hate me," he said, the exhaustion in his tone making it hard to tell if it was a question or a statement.

"Never," you sighed with a weak smile, sitting up to clutch his face and kiss him again. "God, Bruce, now I'm just wondering what took us so long."

"Our lab safety is just too good, clearly," he smiled as he kissed you again, pulling back a little too soon to examine your face where he held it in his hands. "Are you okay? You should still probably go to a doctor…"

"I'm already with a doctor," you smirked, "and his treatment was very effective."

"Yeah, that was…" he trailed off, wide eyes as if he were reminiscing about what had only just transpired.

"Sorry for being so… desperate," you cringed. "I didn't mean to… um… impose…"

He just laughed and kissed your forehead, making you feel your cheeks warm a bit; ironic that with everything that had just happened, this was what made you blush. "A beautiful, amazing woman that I've been dreaming about for months begs me to take her in the laboratory… really inconvenient."

"I mean, cleaning up these papers and the broken glass is gonna be pretty tedious, along with the incident report," you frowned.

"I'll help you with it," he offered.

"Tomorrow," you decided. "Right now, I'm taking you to my place."

"Is that so?" he asked with a bemused smirk.

"Yep. We both are in serious need of a shower, and then I wanna go again," you grinned wickedly.

"I thought you said you weren't feeling the effects of the chemical anymore," he recalled, voice tinted with concern.

"I'm not," you reassured, "I'm just feeling the effects of you."

#bruce banner x reader #bruce banner x you #bruce banner smut #bruce banner x y/n

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gutter-bot · 2 years

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A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mentions of death, alien blood

Megatron/Reader(You) as an onlooker in the crowd at the Pits of Kaon

C is for Champion

Your optics watch as he pushes himself up to his full, glorious height, the body of his most recent opponent lifeless at his pedes. His wounds seep a steady stream of energon, but he doesn’t let it deter him. The frenzied din of the crowd slowly dies down, until everyone is on the edge of their seat, waiting for him to speak.

His voice breaks the silence like the coming of a storm.

“Brothers… sisters… for too long we’ve suffered, neglected in this festering waste of a city, cast aside by those who call themselves our betters. For too long they’ve reaped the benefits of our labor while we rust and perish! But no more...”

Your spark pulses a little harder at the promise in those words… a promise for something better. A change that was long overdue.

The gladiator gazed upon his audience, lifting his servos as he went on, “Soon there will come a time when the High Council will be made to face justice for the crimes they have committed. When that time comes… you will all need to make a choice. Will you stand with us, when we rise to fight for our freedoms?”

The collective voice of the crowd cried out in affirmation.

“Will you stand with us, when we take our plight to their doorstep?”

Again the crowd responded with a rallying cry, growing louder and more sure.

The silver behemoth curled his digits into fists. “Will you stand with us, when we shatter this system of oppression?!”

By this point everyone was on their pedes, and again the arena erupted into cheers. You were no exception, your gaze never wavering from the proud figure that stood at the center of it all. His words never failed to inspire, and as the thundering chant of his name grew and grew to the point where you were sure that it echoed through every crevice and corner of Kaon, you let yourself hope that he was the champion you all needed.

I can genuinely empathize with Megatron during this portion of his life. As someone who is an avid supporter of human rights movements, I imagine I would have been right there in the crowd, chanting along with everyone else.

#tfp #transformers #transformers fanfiction #megatron #megatron x reader #megatron x you #revolution

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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fiend | one shot

f i e n d ;

a person who wants something really bad, and keeps coming back for more.

because that's exactly what you are with your boss who dicks you down properly, time and time again.

pairing: assistant!reader x ceo!yg

genre: ceo au | smut

words: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, bondage, unprotected rough sex that makes you cry, multiple orgasms, breast play, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), pussy smacking, ass smacking, dirty talking, doggy style, choking, i think that’s it?

note: uh, definitely filthiest smut i’ve ever written by far.. i’m sorry lmao i’m trying to experiment with smut and yoongi is the one i’ve decided to experiment with. again, pls excuse any errors. enjoy!

Your eyes drifted down the hallway, quickly making eye contact with your boss before you turned the corner. Soon after, you heard his foot steps following behind you, his fingers grazing the buttons of his blazer as he unbuttoned them and quickly loosened the tie around his neck as he continued to follow your path.

You bit your lip as you took one last look behind you, seeing him coming for you, the lust seeping through his skin. Apparent in his eyes. In his walk. The way he licked his bottom lip.

You turned the knob to a room, not knowing who's it was but you didn't give a single fuck. All these rich folk and their big ass homes, there was no way any of them truly and actually cared about each and every single room in the house. Before you could fully shut the door, your boss slips himself in, silently shutting it close for you and locking it.

"Running away from me?" Yoongi asks in your ear, his breath grazing your neck.

"There's no fun if I don't, right?" You slightly cock your head to the side, a smirk slowly growing at the corner of your lips. Suddenly, you feel the cold material from his tie wrap around your wrists.

"Hmm." He hums. "Now that I've got you though, you're not going anywhere." He says lowly, holding the tie tightly as he bends you forward onto the side of the drawer against the wall. He finishes tying his tie around your wrist, your breathing slightly hitching when he tightens it. You feel him lift the back of your dress up, your thong exposing your ass cheeks and your folds almost swallowing the material with how bent you are at the moment.

How you got here? You didn't know, but you also didn't care. Min Yoongi was one of the youngest thriving CEOs to exist and out of all applicants, he had chosen your innocent ass as his assistant. You literally had just graduated not too long ago, finding an ad for the position online as you nonchalantly surfed the web and did your rounds of poking for entry-level positions. It didn't contain many requirements, which sparked your interest. But you figured you'd never land the job having interviewed amongst other women and men who had been executive assistants previously for months, even years.

Little did you know that you'd star in your own Fifty Shades of Grey movie, and honestly, all this shit was worth it to you. You didn't care about the dirty ass looks the rest of the staff would give you. You didn't care about the shit talking they'd do. You were never one to worry about little things like that; You did you and you carried your own shit. You knew the women were jealous, and you knew they wanted to be you.

Why would you be mad about that?

It ultimately became Yoongi's weakness. You just had it like that.

You'd watch as they'd take your job and prepare Yoongi's coffee in the morning, hoping to bat an eyelash and shower him in compliments. You sat at your desk smirking to yourself at how hard they tried. Sometimes Yoongi would acknowledge it, most of the time - he didn't. Because he was fixated on you and you had yet to learn that.

He wasn't one to build relationships with his staff, he made sure to keep his personal life separate from his career. He didn't talk much in the beginning, having random people train you before he began to step in and show you the ropes himself. He'd come off cold at first, barely showing any expressions. Barely acknowledging you by name, even. But as time went on, you were able to exceed his expectations, doing things before he'd even ask and you found him slowly unraveling around you. He'd tell you goodmorning as soon as he'd catch sight of you at your desk. He'd ask how your day was. He'd ask for your opinion on certain things. He'd ask for you to fully handle his schedule because he loved the way you treated him so delicately, moving appointments around just so he'd have time to breathe and eat. Then, you'd catch his smile. His laugh. How he'd shower you in compliments, talking about how nice you looked that day. He'd leave you notes on your desk, thanking you for your hard work.

If you weren't mistaken, you had felt a small crush developing for your boss. But, you knew you had to keep it professional. That is - until Min Yoongi had caught on and acted on it. He stood behind you as he looked over your shoulder at the computer screen. He had one hand planted on your desk, while the other rested on the top of your chair. You looked up at him from your seat, his eyes locked onto yours. He edged his face closer to yours, locking your lips with his. You couldn't help but gasp as you quickly pulled away, pushing yourself off after reality had settled in. But he had grabbed your wrist ever so gently, shaking his head as he told you to stop holding back. Something so innocent had turned lustful, full of desire and passion. You gave in and allowed him to get a taste of all of you. Once you were in, there was no going back. He fucked you so good that you could barely walk, fucking you in all places you could imagine - his office, his car, his home, his kitchen, balcony, now this party that was flooded with such highly important people. All you wanted was him, all you craved for was him; Just as he had craved for you every second of his day.

That's why your ass was bent over on someone's expensive ass black dresser, Yoongi's tie tied tightly around your wrists as he swipes his fingers down his tongue before giving your pussy a good smack. You let out a small whimper as he pulls your panties down and throws them aside, his tongue licking a stripe in between your folds.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Yes." You whimper once again when you feel him spread your cheeks to take full advantage of the position you were in. You feel his tongue gently probe your entrance before you hear him suck you dry, a slight chuckle releasing from his lips as he pulls away and starts to insert two fingers to stretch you out. His long fingers start slowly, Yoongi full out enjoying the sound of your wetness every time he pulls in and out. He curves his digits upwards, causing you to twitch on the drawer from how deep he's tickling your core.

"Ohhhhh, Yoongi, please." You mewl. Your hands are slightly getting tired from being held behind you, but at the same time, you're so fucking turned on at how rough he's handling you - like he had been wanting you all night. Which, he has. He couldn't believe the audacity you had to show up to this party in that tightly fitted dress, hugging you in all the right places. You caught on quick, teasing him throughout the night by grazing your hand against his, brushing your fingers across his manhood area ever so gently in passing, whispering how good he looked in his suit.

"Stay still. You said you'd be good." He says, quickening his pace while he held the tie down to keep your hands in place. The faster he pumps his fingers in and out of you, the quicker you feel yourself coming undone.

"Hohhhh, fuck." You moan. "I'm close."

"Gonna cum around these fingers, baby?" You want to hold on so badly, but you can't. And you don't. You find yourself trembling on top of the dresser, Yoongi licking up your mess and completely disregarding how overly sensitive you are right now. The pain turns into more pleasure for you, and you want nothing more than to feel him inside of you.

But he has other plans first. He wastes no time bringing you back up to standing position by holding his tie, aggressively getting you on your knees in the middle of the room.

"You better make good use of those hands when I let them go." He says, undoing his tie. You slightly wince at how sore you are from keeping your hands in one position for some time, but you brush it off as Yoongi stands in front of you, ready for you to unzip his pants and let his aching dick free. He loves watching you suck him on your knees, the sight of your pretty face and his dick going in and out of your mouth being something out of this world for him. He ain't ever gotten head so good until he's gotten it from you.

And so you're craving to make him feel just as good as he made you feel, gripping his hardened member when it springs free from his boxers, your tongue following its length like a guide. His dick wasn't the thickest, but it was long and that shit never failed to make you cum time and time again. That shit never failed to tear you up. You suck his tip, your tongue swirling around the pooling pre-cum before you pull back with a pop. You watch from below as he tilts his head back in pleasure, small moans leaving his mouth as his hands are tangled in your hair. He begins to lower you onto his dick, steadying the pace before he wants you to start taking him all the way. His tip tickles the back of your throat while he keeps you there for a good minute, tears streaming from your eyes as you choke on him, saliva trailing from your mouth and his tip once he tugs your head back.

"So fucking pretty when you take my shit like that." He smirks before biting his bottom lip, his grey hair lightly brushing past his eyes. You swallow him whole a couple of times more, more saliva trailing down his dick and between your mouth and his tip before he's satisfied with how fucked out you look simply from taking his dick down your throat. "What do you want me to do to you, pretty girl?"

"Fuck me, please." You whine. He grips your chin and stands you up to eye level.

"You want me?" You nod. "Tell me how much you want me, babygirl."

"I want you so bad, Yoongi. Please. Wanna feel you."

He smirks. "Gonna make you feel good, sweetheart. Don't worry about that." He doesn't hesitate to carry you, albeit he struggles a bit with his pants below his ankles, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso before dropping you onto the bed. You wiggle yourself up a little higher before he crawls on top, his lips pressing against yours. The kiss quickly becomes messy, your hands getting tangled in his hair as his tongue sensually caressed your mouth. You moan into it while his hands work to bring the bottom portion of your dress above your waist. He pulls down your top portion just enough to expose your bare breasts, his hands giving them a good squeeze before taking your nipples in between his fingers and giving them a good pinch. You let out a small cry as he pulls away from the kiss, your nipples feeling incredibly hard and sensitive from his touch. He brings his mouth down to one nipple at a time, toying with it for a second by using his tongue to flick the bud around before sucking.

"That feels so good." You let out breathily. He lets out a small moan as he sucks on the other before bringing his mouth back up to yours. You wiggle yourself onto him, feeling his tip graze your folds, driving you insane. The heat is pooling in your core, almost unbearable at the fact.

"You want this dick in you now?" He whispers in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe right after. You let out a hiss as you nod, letting out a small whimper as you watch him pump his dick a few times below you. He inserts the tip, your mouth slightly open at how fucking good he feels slowly filling you up. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you grip onto his shirt while he bottoms out, the sound of your wetness bouncing off of the walls while he rolls his hips into you, working inwards and outwards. He keeps your legs open with his hands, making sure your wide enough to feel every inch of him inside of you.

"Fuuuuck, Yoongi." You moan. "Give it to me." He picks up his pace. "Just like that, just like that." You repeatedly whine until you can't cry it out any longer. The pleasure completely takes over your body as you bounce up and down in his grip, his eyes marveling at your titties bouncing around while he fucks you senselessly.

"Always so good to me." He groans. "Taking me in so perfectly. I wish you could see how fucking good you look crying out for me." You were absolutely perfect to him, in every way possible. The music outside is so loud at this point that you're sure no one can hear you yelling his name in this room. Your nails are digging into his clothed arms, his hands now making his way up to your neck to slightly grip onto it while he aggressively hammers into you.

"I'm gonna cum again." You manage to spit out as his hands are barely giving you room to speak. Sooner or later, one to two more powerful thrusts in, you feel yourself spiraling out of control, groaning as you tremble underneath him. He bites onto his bottom lip as he slows his pace to help you ride out your high and places a sloppy kiss onto your lips.

"Turn around for me." He says, you quickly obeying silently. He has you on your fours towards the edge of the bed, his tie now wrapped around your mouth and in between your teeth. He tugs on it ever so slightly to the side, getting a good look at your face before planting a kiss on on your neck. He quickly swipes his hand down your pussy, knowing full well how sensitive you still are. You twitch at the sensation, Yoongi letting out a small chuckle at how sexy and vulnerable you are right now. He slips himself in, letting out a moan at how wet you are around him. He holds onto his tie as he fucks into you quick, tears streaming down your cheeks. You let out a loud moan, but it's muffled through the material of his tie, enjoying every bit of the pain and pleasure your boss is bringing you at this moment. He grips your ass with his free hand before giving it a good smack, groans leaving his mouth as he pumps in and out.

"Who's pussy is this?" He leans forward and asks in your ear.

"Yours." You mumble.

"Who's?"

"Youuuuurs." You cry.

"Shit, babygirl. I'm gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so good." He leans back, his high coming to a close. Your eyes shut close as you feel your walls constrict around him at the same time he lets himself go, his cum coating your walls while you coat his dick. He lets the tie go gently, allowing you to breathe through your high, huffing and puffing to regulate yourself. You let out a small gasp feeling him remove himself from inside of you, cum leaking out of your throbbing pussy. You can barely fix your position, your legs trembling and weak from how fucked out you are. Yoongi takes a napkin from the nearby dresser, wiping you clean before getting himself together and helping you up.

"So much for enjoying the party like you wanted." You tease as you fix yourself in the full length mirror near the bed. Yoongi stands behind you, adjusting his blazer and shirt and tossing his tie aside since it had been drenched from your saliva.

"Didn't have to be such a tease."

"I thought that's what you wanted." He comes from behind you, lowering himself to your ear.

"You know I always want you though, so there's no need to be one. You ever think about that?" He says lowly near your ear as he lifts up your long lost panties with his finger.

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cantalouupe · 3 years

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ooo i'd be very interested in scaramouche content 😳 he's lacking a lot of content so...

scaramouche being pretty angry and pent up because of something that happened during a mission of some sorts. maybe one of his agents being disrespectful and disobeying his orders, and just being outright annoying. he comes home to take out that anger and stress out on f!reader, only for said reader to tease and annoy him further more. and then he snaps! maybe he manhandles reader, lots of degradation, calling them a bitch or a 'stupid whore' for being pissing him off like that. fucks their mouth even 😳

reader's never seen him be so rough before, and interests in it, so even when he's ordering them around, they don't listen to just piss him off even further, and causes him to be even more rougher with her. lots of tears even ^__^

sorry if this is a lot, my brain is spewing ideas right now LOL. i hope this is good :)

noo don’t apologize for writing a lot, it was nice to read!! i added impact play because... well, impact play <3 hope thats okay! i went a little crazy with this one and probably could have done a full piece

short nsfw!!! scaramouche x f!reader

rough sex, mouth fucking, degradation, dacryphilia, manhandling, mild impact play, he is mean

You might have gone too far. Scaramouche had come home angry and annoyed, ordering you to get on your knees as soon as he closed the door behind him. All you did was give him a blink and a shake of your head.

It seemed he was not in the mood for that, because he just let out a huff and picked you up to toss you onto the bed.

“This is what you wanted.” His hand comes cracking down on your upper thigh, right below your ass cheek and you jolt in your spot, grabbing the sheets so tight your knuckles turned white.

He hits you again, and again, ass and thighs burning with each impact. “Right? You wanted to act like a dumb bitch?”

You blinked back tears, eyes catching his movement as he makes his way around so he was standing in front of your face. He was hard, cock gripped in one hand while his other grabbed your hair, lifting your head up slightly. “Open wide,” he tells you, slapping his cock against your cheek.

A shake of your head, denying entry into your mouth.

“You’re really testing my patience,” he hisses, fingers forcing their way into your mouth while he holds onto your chin, keeping you in place. His digits press in deep, almost gagging you. “You better start listening, do you hear me? Now open your mouth.”

You do, tongue lolling out and gaze blinking up at him. He rubs the head of his dick back and forth along your tongue before sliding all the way in. After that he sets a brutal pace, head thrown back while he fucks your mouth. You struggle to breathe, tears welling in your eyes again at the obstruction in the back of your throat.

He doesn’t come in your mouth which was disappointing, but fortunately you had no time to dwell on it because you were flipped onto your back with Scaramouche coming up in between your legs.

With the wetness from both your cunt and saliva he was able to slide in easily, all the way inside until his hips were pressed up against your skin. Your legs were pushed down so the tops of your thighs touched your stomach, adding to the angle and stretch of his cock inside you.

Hands placed on the underside of your thighs to keep them in place while he quite literally fucked you brainless. Tears streamed down your face while he striked so deep inside you, fists twisted in the sheets around you.

“Stupid cockslut.” He watched your face, trained onto the wet streaks from your tears. You looked so pretty like that - he wanted to make you cry like this more.

“This is all you’re good for, you know,” you only partly heard his words, your own sounds drowning him out a little. He realizes this when you make no reaction to his words, and so uses one hand to cover your mouth. “Shut the fuck up.”

Your eyes roll back - he’s so hot when he’s mean, so rough and it makes you desperate for more. Makes you want to anger him more often if it means he’ll act like this.

His hips slow into hard, consistent thrusts and you shake with the feeling. “You better not move. You’re just my toy right now, understand?”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #scaramouche #lou.mail

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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Tom Holland x actress reader

Where are there in the same movie together and the cast goes out and Tom and reader really likes eachother maybe smut and after it’s really awkward between them fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Not In Love [T.H]

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: sexual themes, cursing, slight angst, probably some typos

a/n: hi hi! i’m so sorry but i don’t write smut, so i hope it’s ok that i just implied it! i will probably start writing smut in the future but for right now i find it a bit awkward for myself to write. also, sorry that this took so long to get out, i planned for this to only be like 800-1k words, and obvioulsy, it just kept going. hope this works well for you!

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(Y/N) (L/N) does not fuck around with co-stars. Ever since you started acting at the young age of eight, you were always told by your mom, manager, and others in the industry to avoid casual, co-star related hook ups. As your career progressed, even through puberty, you remained faithful to your vow. No mingling with co-workers in a non professional manner. Sure, some of your previous co-stars and you remained good friends, even after filming. But the main internal lesson always stayed the same: don’t fuck your co-stars.

In your long and glorious career, the only hindrance to your resolve was Tom fucking Holland. His stupid British charm and playful wiles always had your knees buckling and the butterflies in your stomach going haywire. And when he called you darling? In that stupid, yet honey-like accent? You were done for.

Tom had the absolute pleasure of working with you in The Devil All The Time. He watched all of your movies and practically grew up watching you on Disney Channel. To say he was simply starstruck would’ve been an understatement, he was enamoured. Practically in love. And when he got to know how kind and sweet you were in real life—not just on screen— he just had to turn on his British charm, just to watch you squirm.

Every little comment he made caused your skin to tingle. Your stance on co-star relationships had never been so harshly challenged. He would constantly call you whatever cute pet name he could think of at the time, and unluckily for you, they always seemed to just roll right off his tongue. He even went out of his way to grab you a coffee if he went out to get one, or he’d ask his brother to make sure to bring back your signature order: caramel macchiato with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla, and extra caramel drizzle. How he knew that was your go to order was a mystery to you.

It’s not like you didn’t retaliate with your own antics though. Sometimes during his scenes you send him a wink and a smile, just to watch him lose focus. Or maybe you’d tease him about the way he says croissant, but then also say it in the over pronounced way he does, just to bug him. On days when the sexual tension between you two was especially palpable, you’d kiss his cheeks after his scenes and say “good job, babe” or something else to rile him up. So no, you weren’t innocent in this matter at all.

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This build up of tension was bound to boil over at some point. But why the fuck did it have to be during the fucking full cast and director dinner?

You all arrived at the fancy restaurant, all 40+ of you. You sat next to Eliza and secretly hoped that Sebastian, Harry, or even Robert would take the seat next to you, anyone but Tom. He had been especially touchy that day, and you knew if he continued his ministrations, especially under the cover of a table, your resolve would surely fade away.

Unfortunately for you, Tom practically bolted to the seat next to you. You scooted a bit closer to Eliza, who nudged your shoulder playfully.

“You should just give in.” She stated, smirking the whole time. “Look at him, poor thing just wants some love and attention.” she giggled, nodding her head to where Tom was whispering with Harry on the other side of him.

“Stop it, you’re insufferable.” You rolled your eyes, but still smiled at the joking banter.

“(Y/N), hon, he’s one of the hottest celebrities in Hollywood right now, and he wants you.” Eliza pinched your makeup covered cheek, “you’re telling me you don’t wanna just jump in his pants? Do you not find him hot or something?”

You smacked her hand away, “No, I do find him attractive, I just d—”

“Find who attractive, love?” Tom interrupted, smirking at the comment he heard. No, he didn’t know for sure you were talking about him, but one can hope.

“Nobody,” you dismissed, “I was just telling Eliza here that I think her dog is cute, right Eliza?”

“Sure.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes dramatically, then winking directly at Tom, just out of your view.

“Ah, I see.” He chuckled, “Yes, you find her dog attractive then?”

“No!” You defended, red faced from being backed into a hole, “I didn’t even use that word; you’re just hearing things.”

“Don’t worry, love. I find you absolutely, without a doubt, drop dead gorgeous.” Tom winked, before returning back to his conversation with Harry.

Eliza pinched your side, causing you to yelp. “See, I told you!” she whisper-yelled, a knowing smirk dawning her face.

“You didn’t tell me shit.”

“Ugh, whatever, you’re hopeless.” She sighed, just as the waiter was coming around to take your orders.

The majority of the evening went by just as simply and smoothly as possible, it was when dessert arrived that Tom stirred up trouble once again. His damned British charm made him the perfect devil in disguise.

“Darling, you have some cake right—” he licked his thumb before drawing it over your bottom lip, slowly, “here.”

He smirked at your surprised gaze and wiped the chocolate cake from your rose-painted lip. Never breaking his gaze, he drew his thumb back to his mouth and sucked on the digit, gently humming at the sweet taste of chocolate and strawberry lip gloss that flooded onto his tongue. This bitch.

You cleared your throat and ceased your—more than obvious— gawking. He wasn’t going to win this time. You sat quietly, smirking as he watched your every move, simply waiting for retaliation. And it came soon enough, when you knocked your water off the table into his lap, on accident, of course.

He jolted up the second the cold water hit his slacks, cursing, yet still keeping that charming smirk on his lips. You immediately started the steady stream of apologies, a faux look of remorse etched on your face. The rest of the cast simply looked on, none the wiser.

“Oh Tom! Gosh, I am so sorry.” You stood up as well, taking the napkin from your lap and dabbing his torso where the water splashed up. “I’m just so clumsy, forgive me.” You looked up at him with false serenity in your eyes, but a devilish grin.

“No worries, love.” He mused, “I’m just going to go dry off in the washroom. Could use some help though; it’s the least you could do.” The rest of the cast went back to their desserts and conversation, so they failed to notice the hidden glint in Tom’s eyes or the lustful insinuation behind his request.

“Sure.” You smiled up at him, determined not to lose this game of cat and mouse. You followed him to the large family restroom in a dimly lit corridor. He opened the door and gestured for you to go in first. What a gentleman, hm?

He closed the door behind him and locked it before undoing the buttons on his dress shirt and removing it. His toned torso also damp with freezing droplets of ice water.

You sucked in a shaky breath, taking in his less than professional, disheveled look. “You gonna come help me, princess?” He reached for paper towels and grabbed a handful, dabbing the wet spot on his lap, right over his crotch.

“I—um, sorry,” you snapped out of it. Following his movements, doing the same but to his wet torso.

“You’re okay, love.” He looked at you, the close proximity of your bodies creating the most delicious heat in the bathroom. Tom leaned in slightly, just until your noses were brushing against one another. “Though, I’ll admit, the fact that you're not giving me an apology kiss right now, makes this a little less than okay.”

You didn’t even process your actions completely, the second those words left his mouth yours lips were on his. You held his face in your hands, rough passion seeping through your entire body, and he was just the same. He kissed you fervently, holding your waist with one arm and the back of your head with his opposite hand, tangling his fingers into your hair. The tension and desire that had been building up for almost as long as you’ve known him finally boiling over.

Tom gingerly inched his hand up the side of your leg, under your dress.

“Wait, wait,” you pulled away, breathlessly, “we need to get back, they’re probably wondering where we are.”

Tom was about to concede when a knock rang through the room.

“Hey guys,” It was Eliza, “Seb paid for all of us, so we’re gonna head out. Take your time! Oh, and use protection!” You could practically hear the smirk on her face.

Tom stopped your little scowl by returning his attention to kissing you, “How lucky are we?” he mused, repositioning his hands, starting to fumble with the zipper of your dress.

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The next Monday at work was hell. You spent the whole weekend internalizing your little rendezvous in the bathroom. Tom texted you nearly fourteen times over the two day break period where you didn’t see each other, and you ignored every single one of them. The first ones were simple ‘hey’s’, ‘hi’s’, and ‘good morning’s’, but they soon progressed to show Tom’s concern over you not responding. The last message being,

Tom: I hope you know, I don’t regret it, but I’m sorry if you do.

You didn’t mean to ghost him, but your feelings were so confusing. You liked him and the things he did to you. But you had a code. And maybe the ‘don’t date your co-worker’ was a bit old school and shitty, but you’d been able to stick to it for this long and your work has never been better. Then again, all your previous boyfriends have been assholes; constantly upset over how busy your schedule was. Maybe a fellow actor would be more understanding?

The second you arrived to set Harry was on your ass.

“(Y/N), hey!” He called to you from the snack table where he was talking with Tom. You gave him a small smile and wave, but proceeded to your makeup chair. He motioned for you to join them, but you waved your hand in dismissal and gave him an apologetic look. Whether or not you regretted your night with Tom, you were absolutely not ready to confront it just yet. However, you didn’t miss the disappointed look on Tom’s face or the way Harry gave his brother a reassuring shoulder squeeze.

Harry even came up to you asking how your weekend was and if you were busy or not, no doubt trying to gauge your mood for Tom. You were friends with Harry so you didn’t mind talking to him, but when it was becoming apparent that you weren't giving much away as far as how you were feeling, Harry resorted to more ‘less than subtle’ questions.

“So… are you seeing anyone, currently?” He asked, playing with his fingers, the question struck you as extremely off-putting, especially since Harry said it with little to no confidence, like he really didn’t want to be asking that.

“Why? Are you trying to ask me out?” You teased. Watching him squirm was almost as fun as when it was Tom.

“No! No, I mean— I’m not opposed, you’re very pretty—no wait, I don’t mean it like that, I just—uh, I think you look nice, but not too nice—I’m gonna go.” Harry painfully stuttered out. Cursing under his breath as he walked away, back to where Tom was standing, watching on. These idiots were the most obvious divs in the whole world.

After you finished with your stylist, you were ready to start running lines for your scene. You have the majority of your scenes with Tom, so as per usual, you were acting opposite him. As the director was explaining how he wanted the scene to go, Tom kept glancing over at you, raising his eyebrows a bit, obviously wanting to clear the air.

The scene went by fine, but it was clear to many of the people around you that you were not on the top of your game today. It even got to the point where the director needed to ask if you needed a break. You said you didn’t and persisted. The scene was finally done to perfection, but it took almost double the amount of time it usually would for you.

Tom noticed you struggling the most and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was quick to give you words of encouragement between takes, but you only responded with a quick ‘thanks’ and moved on.

When lunch time came around, the caterers were all set up and prepared on a different part of the lot. You quickly made your way over, running into Eliza on the way.

“Oh, hey (Y/N)!” she beamed at you. “Did you finish your scene?”

“Yeah, are you going to set right now?”

“Mhm, I’m shooting the scene at the church with Robert.”

“Well, good luck.” You smiled at her, about to move along when she grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, did something happen between you and Tom? He’s at the lunch table moping, even Seb is trying to cheer him up.”

“Um well no, I mean, maybe? I don’t know, I guess I’ve been avoiding him a bit.” You shrug, now not really wanting to go to lunch, but you know you have to. If you don’t show up then it’d be all too clear to Tom that you were definitely avoiding him.

“Oh, well, maybe just talk to him?” Eliza comfortably put a hand on your shoulder before walking away to set.

You continued to the lunch set up, seeing club sandwiches, soups, and cupcakes set up. You grabbed what you wanted and went to sit by Tom and everyone else. Yeah, you may have been avoiding him, but you didn’t want to make it that painstakingly obvious.

As soon as you sat down, Tom put his arm around you like he always did when you had lunch together. Only this time you stiffened up, not because you hated it, but because the action felt so different after what you both had done, it felt like it meant more. Tom noticed, of course, and removed his arm, frowning.

“Can I talk to you, (Y/N/N)?” he whispered to you, the rest of the table in their own little world, too caught up in their interactions to notice yours.

“Um, sure,” you mumbled in response, “but maybe when I have free time later? I’m just really hungry right now.” you gave him a small smile, trying to keep up the amicability.

He nodded and continued his conversation with Seb, who looked completely uninterested, but still continued responding since he could tell Tom was feeling shitty about something.

Later that evening, the entire cast had a one hour break since the next scene they wanted to shoot needed to be done at night and it wasn’t dark yet. That’s when Tom took you to his trailer to talk.

“Look, (Y/N), I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I can’t help but feel like you’re avoiding me.” He stated, once the door was shut and you were already seated on his couch.

“I’m not.”

“But you are. I can tell. You didn’t talk to me at all today, even when I made a joke that I knew you’d have the perfect come back to.” He sat next to you, but kept more of a distance than usual.

“I don’t have to talk to you, Tom. You can’t rely on me to keep you entertained.” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you’d been caught.

“That’s not what I’m saying, (Y/N), and you know it.” Tom pointed a finger at you, equally annoyed now.

“Fine, so what if I was avoiding you? You’re a grown man, you can handle rejection can’t you?” You spat. The argument was quickly becoming more heated. If there was one thing you hated the most in the world, it was being called out, especially if you knew you were in the wrong.

“What the fuck is your problem today?” Tom asked, exasperated at how defensive you got so quickly.

“Tom, I’m sorry, but I don’t do this,” you motioned between the two of you, “I don’t do the cliche Hollywood, sleeps around, one night stand scenario, so back off.”

“So you regret it.” Tom looked down, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He really did like you, but maybe it was naive of him to assume that sleeping together would open the door to something more.

“No, I just—it shouldn’t have happened. I liked it, but I’m not that type of girl. I’m a relationship type of person. I never wanted to be another girl for you to mark down on your list of possible hook ups.” You sighed. Tom wasn’t necessarily notorious for random hookups, but he was a famous actor who just so happened to also be single. It was hard to not go there with your thoughts, so in your mind, you had him pegged.

“I’m a relationship person too, though. I wanted all of this. All of you.” Tom inched closer, gingerly taking your hands in his. “I may have gone about it wrong, I should’ve asked you out first or something.”

“Tom, stop.”

“No, (Y/N), because you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t flirt with you or spend time with you just to get in your pants.” Tom pulled you closer. “I surrounded myself with you because I wanted you. And I think you want me too.”

You looked in his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, small as it might be, but Tom was being the most sincere he could possibly be. Tom cautiously leaned closer, just wanting one more kiss, even if it was the last. However, you were the one that took the final plunge and pulled him in, kissing him. You both moved together so fluidly, like you were made for each other.

When you did pull apart, Tom was the one to break the silence, “So does that mean you like me or…”

“I kissed you, didn’t I?”

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Hey idk if you already have, but is there a continuation from Old Man ?! Do the handcuffs make an appearance ?👀👀

old bones [part 2 to old man]

or, the one where Harry’s older but still manages to break Y/N’s back like no other.

by popular demand, here is old man part 2!!! for part 2 I decided to be a horny bitch so I just spat out 3.9k words of smut SJNSUWNN hope ya’ll enjoy you horny sluts

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"Are y'thirsty, baby?" Harry asks, plomping Y/N down onto the kitchen island on her bum and softly stroking his hands up and down her thighs.

"Can I have a water, please?" she rasps out, finding it kind of hard to speak after the inhuman moans and screams she‘d let out in the car on the way back home.

A very interesting ride back to their house. Interesting, indeed.

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15 minutes earlier.

"Fuck, you look so hot spread out for me like that." Harry nearly moans, looking over at Y/N whilst trying to keep his eyes on the road.

She's sitting in the passenger seat of his Range Rover, her Louboutin clad feet planted firmly on the dashboard with her pants and panties thrown carelessly onto the backseat, as per Harry's request.

She’d quickly shed the clothes from her lower half as soon as Anne’s house was out of their peripheral vision and her fingers had gone straight to her pussy.

“Yes, like that, baby. Rub it slowly. Just like that.” Harry takes one of his hands off the wheel and slowly starts rubbing his hard cock through his pants, teasing himself by lightly feathering his pointer finger up and down the length of it.

Y/N softly groans, making a V out of her pointer and middle fingers, dragging them between her cunt lips and squeezing her clit with her knuckles when they pass it.

“Fuck, put a finger in y’little pussy and gimme a taste. Can’t wait any longer.”

Y/N slides one of her digits in and feels relief of finally having something inside her cunt, even if it’s just a finger. She thrusts it in and out a few times and leans over the center console to give it to Harry.

Harry takes his hand off his cock and grips Y/N’s wrist, keeping his eyes on the half empty highway and sucks her finger into his mouth. Immediately, he groans out an animalistic sound from the salty, yet citrusy taste of his lovie’s pussy, wanting nothing more than to drown himself in the taste.

He decides in that moment that if he was on deathrow and had to choose a last meal, he’d pick Y/N’s cunt.

Y/N takes her digit out of Harry’s mouth ,watching a strand of saliva connect it with his tongue. The saliva breaks when she gets it a far enough distance away from his mouth, and leans over once again to lick it off. Harry feels the wetness of Y/N's tongue on his chin, feeling the pointed tip drag up the little bit of saliva and collect it to her own mouth.

"Do I taste good, daddy?" she asks, looking up at him with little devils dancing in her eyes.

"You taste fuckin' amazing, baby. Gonna keep m'tongue in y'cunt for the rest of the night when we get home. Now sit back in y'seat. Don't want you flashin' anyone else but me."

Y/N listens to Harry and sits back down in her seat. She supposes they're acting kind of irresponsible right now. She's got no seatbelt on and keeps moving around the front of the car, distracting Harry from the road ahead, but her mind is clouded. The only thing on it in this exact moment is Harry and the thorough fucking she's going to get the moment they step foot into the house.

Harry is a responsible driver, she's learnt, and she knows if she was too distracting or he couldn't continue focusing on his driving, he wouldn't put either of their safety at risk and stop immediately.

"Did I tell y'to stop playin' with y'cunt? If you don't cum two times by the time we're home, you're gonna feel the punishment fo' three weeks."

Two times, Y/N thinks. Two times and they've nearly driven half of the way. She doesn't think she's gonna be able to do it, but fuck, she doesn't want to be punished. She's got yoga classes for the upcoming two weeks every morning and they're already paid for. She doesn't think it'd be very efficient to simply not go because of her bruised ass and thighs that shake everytime she stands up.

"Okay, daddy," she whines out and lifts her legs up to her chest, taking two fingers and rubbing them around her weeping hole, getting them wet. She slides them in and pumps them in and out, scissoring them periodically and feeling her heartbeat rapidly quicken.

"Fuck," Harry whispers. He returns his hand to his cock and rubs it in the same motions as before, but that doesn’t last very long because he decides he doesn’t want to feel his hand, he wants to feel Y/N’s tight, velvety pussy wrapped around his dick raw.

He can’t to it right now—well, technically he can, but that’s way too dangerous— so he chooses the next best thing.

He spits onto his middle and ring fingers, leans his arm over to where Y/N is slowly pumping her own with her head thrown back and eyes closed out of pleasure. Harry roughly takes her hand away from her cunt, and the moment she’s got her digits out from the force, Harry immediately has his spit soaked ones in.

And Harry doesn’t start slow, or stop to stretch her out atleast a little bit because his fingers are noticeably thicker and longer, but goes in straight for the little pot of gold—starts thrusting his fingers at the speed of light, rubbing the tips of them right at the spongy spot deep in her cunt and hearing the squishy sounds it’s making from progressively getting wetter.

“Fuck, Harry—oh my God,” Y/N squeals, not expecting something so intense to happen so fast. She starts holding onto the edge of the black leather seat for some sort of stability and feels the fire boiling at the pit of her stomach.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Y’like that? Daddy makin’ you feel good?” Harry indicates that he’s switching lanes and starts to get off the highway, their home getting nearer and nearer with each mile.

“Daddy, fuck—yes! Just like that, right there,” Y/N pants out, feeling so close to the edge but far away from letting go. She feels something else coiling somewhere deep in her body and she swears she’s never felt anything like it before. “Don’t stop, daddy, I’m so close.”

“I’m not stoppin’, baby. C’mon, let go. I’ve got you. Cum all over m’hand.” His fingers haven’t faltered a single move and the amount of Y/N’s juice dripping down his arm is incredibly hot.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Y/N screams out, fireworks dancing behind her closed eyelids and goosebumps littering the every patch of skin on her body.

She hears a loud gushing sound and something like liquid hitting surface. Y/N feels ten times lighter than before, but when Harry doesn’t stop the thrusting of his fingers she’s shaking all over again and feeling the same additional weight of something pressing down onto her and begging to come out.

“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” Harry moans and feels Y/N’s wetness trickling in little streams of droplets on his arm, wetting his shirt, the seat and reaching as far as the dashboard. “You just fuckin’ squirted, baby. Fuck, been keepin’ it in all night, huh? Gonna gimme some more?”

Y/N wants to feel embarassed but she can’t because it was so fucking hot. She knows she’s gonna go shy and her cheeks are going to blush everytime Harry mentions it, but right now she feels zero of the embarassment and all of the horniness.

“Fuck, y-yes daddy, I think I can,” her limbs are shaking as is her voice, and she definetely didn’t think she’d be able to cum twice during their drive home, but after feeling what she just felt, she’s starting to think it’s quite possible.

When Harry feels a cramp in his arm, he still doesn’t dare stop. Seeing Y/N squirt was the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen and he desperately wants to see it again.

He continues the fast pace of his fingers and feels his lovie shaking inside out. He literally feels vibrations coming from inside her cunt from the continuous stimulation he’s giving her right after her first orgasm. One down, one to go.

Y/N starts moaning obscene moans, briefly opening her eyes and seeing that they’re barely a mere two minutes away from their home. She actually starts screaming when Harry thrusts his fingers in an up and down motion, constantly rubbing on her spongy spot.

Harry’s really trying to concentrate on the road, but seeing his Y/N in the state she’s in is making his focus switch priorities—giving Y/N and her pleasure the first place.

Her eyes are watering once she opens them again, and when she looks over at Harry, the sight is what makes her break over the edge and start gushing all over the front of the car again—his jaw clenched tightly, a few veins looking more prominent on the side of his neck and the one hand on the wheel looking like her favorite necklace.

“Fuck!” she squeals, thrashing around in her seat and feeling tears of pleasure rolling down her face. “D-daddy, stop, I-I can’t anymore,” Y/N mutters out in a raspy voice, trying to close her legs and lock her thighs around Harry’s fingers which are just softly massaging her wetness around and into her pussy now. The overstimulation made her mind hazy, and she couldn’t tell you what 2+2 was right now if you asked. Although, the soft rubbing on her clit feels kind of relieving after the mind-shattering orgasm she just had, even if it makes her quiver all over.

“Tha’s m’good girl, baby. Did so well fo’ me. It’s okay, baby. We’re home now. Gonna take such good care of you, m’love,” Harry coos, feeling kind of smug after making his lovie squirt twice while also driving. He soothes her trembling body with sweet words and promises of taking care of her the moment he puts the car in park. The feel of her velvety cunt lips slick with her wet arousal on his fingers makes his cock throb so much that it hurts. But it hurts so good, he thinks.

Harry’s pulling into the driveway when he slowly drags his hand away from Y/N’s pussy. Once the car’s engine and his seatbelt are off, he leans to the glove compartment and takes out a pack of tissues he keeps in there. Taking one out, he tilts towards Y/N, “lemme clean y’up, baby.”

Y/N slowly spreads her legs and lets out a hushed hissing sound when Harry softly drags the tissue up the length of her cunt. Harry cleans her up with one hand and keeps the other on her knee nearest to him to keep her legs from shutting.

The whole time he whispers declarations of love and appreciation to Y/N and when he’s finished, Harry trails a path of kisses along her kneecap. He crumples up the used tissue and sets it in the cup holder as a reminder to not forget to throw it out.

Harry looks up into lovie’s eyes, “made a right mess of m’car, didn’t ya, kitten? Gonna have a hard time cleanin’ all f’this out.”

Having came down from one of the most intense orgasms she’s ever had, Y/N finally feels the embarassment creeping in on her. Her cheeks flush a rosy pink color and she instantly darts her eyes away from his.

“Hey, hey, hey, baby, look at me.” Harry coos and brings his hands up to cup her cheeks and angle her head his way so he can maintain eye contact, sensing the embarassment that’s radiating off of her, “nothin’ to be embarassed about. Tha’ was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in m’life. Y’looked so fuckin’ gorgeous. Gonna carry y‘up to the house and ravish you inside out all over again. M’cock’s so hard it hurts.”

Y/N feels a bit better after her boyfriend’s reassuring words, but still feeling a bit shy she just closes her eyes and presses their lips together as a silent ‘thank you for making me feel better after squirting all over your expensive as fuck Range Rover‘s leather interior‘.

But, then the fire in her shut eyes ignites all over again. She feels the heat travelling through her loins and every vein of her body as soon as Harry mentions ravishing her again. If she felt like she was high as fuck from cumming the first two times, she wonders what‘s going to happen once they step foot into their home.

Harry captures her bottom lip in between his own for a few moments before pulling back, “gonna give you y’pants, think you can put ‘em on? Nobody needs t’see your bare ass except me.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll manage.” Y/N smiles, gratefully accepting the article of clothing from his hands once he retreats it from the backseat. She watches Harry take out a few more tissues and start wiping down the dashboard, all the while slowly pulling up her pants with still subtly trembling hands.

Once they’re both finished with their jobs, Harry takes her small hands into his own, “let’s go, kitty. Can’t wait to see that all over again.”

He kisses her palms, each one three times, and taking the dirty tissues opens the car door and steps out. He quickly walks over to his lovie’s side opening the door for her and takes her hand in his helping her step out in her heels, like the true gentleman he is.

Once the door is shut, Harry locks the car and puts the key into his pocket. Then, before she even has a chance to take one step, he swiftly places one arm under her knees and the other on her back and and gracefully sweeps her off of the pathway, safetly locking her in in his arms.

She lets out a girlish squeal, clearly not expecting that at all and Harry just shushes her while quietly giggling himself at how fucking cute his girl is. “Don’t wake up the neighbours, baby. Be a gem an’ get the key out of m’back pocket, yeah? Feelin’ it against the left asscheek, I think.”

She’s still laughing to herself while reaching down his toned back and slipping her hand into the back pocket of his pants. She grabs ahold of the item and pulls it out, but not before giving his firm bum a nice good squeeze.

“Are y’gettin’ cheeky again, you little minx?”

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Present time.

“Here y’go, lovie,” Harry hands her a glass of lukewarm water, (disgusting, he knows, but he figures she doesn’t need to be drinking cold water with the damage done to her vocal cords—which would only make it worse) resuming the calming strokes to her thighs.

She lets out a raspy moan at the soothing feeling of the water sliding down her throat, and even though there’s an irritating ache in it, water isn’t the only thing she wants down her throat.

“Thank you, Har.” She thanks him once the glass is empty, disposing of it onto the granite kitchen counter next to her. Placing her hands on his broad shoulders she leans in so close that their lips touch, “take me upstairs, please. Wan’t to squirt from y’cock now, daddy.”

Harry only smirks and connects their lips, setting his palms on her ass and lifting her up. Upstairs it is.

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“Oh, fuck—Daddy.” Y/N moans out, throwing her head back and feeling her wrists rubbing against their restraints. She’s sure that by the end of the night, her wrists are going to be raw and red from the metal handcuffs ingulfing them.

As soon as Harry had brought her upstairs, he’d stripped her and himself of all and any scrap of clothing adorning their bodies. After that was done, he immediately marched over to the sidetable on his side, crouching down and opening the very last drawer which contained all of their goodies. Taking out their favorite pair of plain metal handcuffs and a peach colored buttplug, he’d instructed Y/N to lay down ass up head down on their bed, then secured the handcuffs on the lowest part of the wooden headboard once they were attached to her wrists.

He admired her curvy figure, back arched and ass slightly spread from the placement of her knees and appreciated the view for just a second. Thinking about how fucking lucky he was to find such a fucking beautiful angel all to himself to cherish and love for the rest of his life. Well, he hopes she‘ll stay for the rest of it. And he‘s got a ring for when he asks if she‘ll stay in another drawer.

Driven of off lust and love, that‘s how he ended up in his current position—licking lovie’s pussy from the back, massaging her engorged clit with the thumb on his left hand and ghosting the tip of his index finger of the right hand over her little pink asshole.

She’s shaking for the whoever knows which time this evening, shoving her head back into the pillows in front of her to silence her raspy groans. The neighbours hate them, she’s sure.

“Fuckin’ scream my name, baby,” Harry moans into the folds of her cunt, pulling back just a tad to mutter out ‘make sure everybody knows who the fuck you belong to’ and dives right back into the mission at hand. He did promise her to keep his tongue on her for the rest of their night. And Harry’s always a man of his word.

He then plunges his tongue into her dripping pussy hole a few times, moaning out at the divine taste, and after swirling around her arousal all over his taste buds, softly drags it up her taint and around her puckered ring.

“Oh-Oh my God!” Y/N squeals out, trying to scoot away from the immense pleasure but pathetically failing, the handcuffs keeping her in place.

Harry spreads her full asscheeks with his veiny hands, all the while feeling around the ridges and wrinkled edges of her asshole with his tongue. He can’t get enough of her, no matter where he tastes.

“Fuck, fuck—that feels so good, daddy,” she shudders when he dips the very tip of his pink muscle into her ass.

Harry makes his tongue go in an in and out motion, using that as a technique to stretch her out for the plug. Although it’s not a big one, she’s very tight in every hole. Especially her ass, though. That’s why Harry takes his time slowly pleasuring her with his tongue, then with his pointer finger just up to the first knuckle.

Once he finds that she’s stretched out enough for the buttplug, he pulls back, takes it with a firm grip and spits on it. Leaning down, he gathers up some more spit in his mouth and pushes it out slowly onto Y/N’s asshole. He watches as her fists clench in their confines and her face, which is now pressed sideways into a throw pillow, contorts to one of pleasure.

Slowly pushing the plug in with his hand, he grips his hard throbbing cock in the other and rubs it on her clit, making the initial stretch less uncomfortable for his lovie.

Y/N whimpers out a sound of pleasure when she feels the stimulation on her clit, and throws her mouth completely open once the buttplug is finally settled snugly in her ass.

“Fuck, y’look breathtaking like this. All spread out with y’ass full with m’cock rubbin’ on your pussy. All mine. Fuckin’ hell, y’ready baby?” Harry groans when he pushes the tip of his cock a teeny tiny bit of the way into her other hole.

“Yes! Fuck, daddy, m’so ready,” Y/N almost screams out. She can’t even think about being completly drained of energy only a mere half hour prior. Having squirted twice this evening, she feels as though she’s about to go five more times. And she can’t even be embarassed about it this time.

Harry groans out when he feels the ungodly tight sheath of Y/N’s pussy engulfing his cock. Giving her a few moments to adjust, he unhurriedly pulls out just so that the raspberry pink tip remains inside then pushes back in and repeats the process a few good times.

When Y/N feels Harry building up a steady pace, she feels the uncontrallable satisfaction spreading through her and taking over all common sense.

Harry starts hammering his hips into Y/N’s, holding onto her plushy love handles and using them as leverage. Gonna kiss those bruises tomorrow morning, he promises to himself silently. He watches as her ass shakes with every thrust, as do her thighs and the sight almost brings Harry to cumming prematurely.

The room fills with panting and groaning, the sounds of skin slapping together prominent. They both mewl out when her spreads her cheeks apart and wiggles the buttplug around a little.

The sensation brings Y/N so close to the edge that she almost bursts, but she’s stopped abruptly by Harry’s words.

“Don’t cum yet, baby. Just a few more moments. J-just a few. Fuck. Ask daddy if y’can cum, been such a good girl fo’ me, don’t ruin that now.”

Y/N curls her toes and feels a cramp coming onto her, but the feeling of her pending orgasm completely drowns out any other sensations. She makes fists out of her hands so hard that every single knuckle turns white. Her wrists are starting to burn from the constant rubbing of metal on her skin, but somehow that turns her on even more.

“Fuck, please, can I cum, daddy? Please, I-I can’t anymore. Gonna-”

“Fuck! Cum on my cock, baby,” Harry growls out and starts thrusting his pelvis at an unimaginable speed.

Y/N screams out and possibly blacks out for a few moments once she gets the okay to cum from Harry. She manages to squirt, although not as much as in the car, but still a fair amount. It soaks a good part of the sheets under her and when Harry moans ‘fuck, make a mess all over me, darling’, she knows she got some on him too.

When Harry sees the shaking back of his Y/N and feels the wetness of her orgasm soak the upper part of his thighs, he spills his load in multiple spurts deep in her cunt.

“Ugh, fuck. Yes, baby, keep squeezin’ your pussy.” He’s holding his hips still as he’s emptying out into Y/N, and she’s really grateful, because she doesn’t think she’d be able to bear more pleasure in this moment.

“Fuck,” she whispers when she feels Harry slowly pulling out and start rubbing her back in silent comfort.

“Did so fuckin’ well fo’ me, baby. M’so proud. Clench y’pussy, y’gonna keep m’cum inside of you ‘till morning. Gonna eat it all out for breakfast tomorrow, yeah? Keep it warm for me.”

The raunchy yet sweet words make Y/N’s cunt clench around air and she’s careful to not let any of his cum slip out.

As Harry’s unsnapping the handcuffs from her wrists and sotfly rubbing them carefully on the harsh red marks, he mutters out with a smile on his face, “ruined you pretty well, lovie, yeah? Don’t think an old man would’ve been able to do that.”

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