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kishibei · 1 year
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WHAT A CREEP !
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— K!NKTOBER DAY 9: PERVERSION
pervert! suna rintarou x reader | smut, 18+ | 3.8k words
summary: when your hot roommate offers to do laundry in exchange for a favor, you oblige in a heartbeat! your clothes seem to be returned in perfect condition, except there's one big problem: several pairs of panties are missing ...
cw: f reader, perversion, panty thieving, peeping, voyeurism, male masturbation, teasing, man-handling, fingering, mirror sex, dumbification, hate-fuck (?), rough sex.
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You’ve never had a problem living with Suna; he was the nicest roommate you could’ve asked for.
Rent always came in weeks before it was due, and he stayed out of your way for the most part. What he lacked in social aspects he made up for in general politeness. Suna always greeted you in the mornings before leaving, and when he came back he'd offer you takeout in exchange for watching movies with him.
Though he didn't talk much, you were never uncomfortable with his silence. He was much better company than your mutual friend Atsumu, who just couldn't handle shutting up for five minutes, let alone for a film.
Suna was a calming presence and when he did offer his thoughts on things, he was brutally honest. it was something you both seemed to agree upon, a small unifying factor that helped you grow a bit closer to him. He was clean and organized, and your communal spaces were a calm mix of both your living habits. You could definitely trust him with domestic tasks, he had never given you reason not to. So when he began offering to do your laundry in exchange for a couple of favors, you obliged in a heartbeat.
It couldn’t have been that big of a leap anyway. Suna was a self-sufficient man and had done his own laundry ever since he had moved in. Knowing that eased you, and there really wasn't a seed of doubt in your mind when you handed your hamper over to him before work. It was truly impossible for him to fuck this up. Most of your colors could go in the same wash, so all that was really left for him to do was load up the washer and throw in a softener mid-cycle.
In spite of your confidence in him, you still had lingering doubts about his abilities. He was a guy, of course, one who probably had his mommy back home to wash his jerseys all season long. You knew he was capable of doing his laundry just fine and yet you'd successfully convinced yourself he would fuck up somewhere. Mental preparation, you'd called it. Just in case he did manage to disappoint you. Most men had a way of doing that sort of thing, anyway.
Once you had returned, you were pleasantly surprised to be met with your clothes not only intact but neatly folded and organized on your bed. A quick look over your things proved them to be in order and you’d even caught yourself smiling as you packed everything into their respective drawers. You didn't expect Suna to go so far as folding them, so naturally, you felt as if you owed him something extra for what he'd done. Maybe you should cook him dinner?
Turning to the final pile, you paused.
Heat crawled up your body when your eyes fell on the remaining stack of garments.
"No fucking way..." you trailed off, picking up a neatly folded lace thong. You stood frozen in place, staring at the dark sliver of fabric with wide eyes. You could almost hear the gears turning in your head before the realization dawned on you. You had not only let your hot roommate wash, but fold an entire set of your panties.
The mental image that played behind your skull had you wanting to kill yourself. You could so imagine Suna standing in the middle of your room picking up pair after pair of underwear, snickering at each design choice. The mere thought of it made you want to die and at this rate, dying seemed like a way better option than having to face him after this.
It was times like this that made you wish you weren't so lazy. You had intended on separating your underwear from the rest of the wash the night before, but sleep had taken over and you’d completely forgotten about it in the morning.
Sifting through the pile, you inspected the panties one by one, cringing at the embarrassing pattern that decorated your favorite pair. Suna was an attractive man, even after living with him for this long you’d never changed your mind. From the very beginning and especially after finding out who he was, you were hoping he’d have an embarrassing routine or bad habit that would rid you of your feelings for him. But up until now, he had a clean track record.
if anything, it was rather you who had slipped up. It was you who had just now let him see your character-speckled panties, all for some small favors. Tossing the piece of fabric into the nearest bin, you threw yourself onto the bed. Violently kicking your feet, you buried your face in the pillows, screaming about your little fuck up until your throat went dry.
Quick footsteps and a sharp rapping at your door snapped you out of your tantrum. The sheer embarrassment of it all almost had you forgetting you shared the apartment with someone else. But how could you forget? He was the whole reason you were acting this way to begin with.
“You okay in there? I'm coming in!” the man called out.
Suna fumbled with the doorknob, it was his way of respecting your privacy. Wordlessly, he offered you some time to collect yourself before stepping in. Shit like that made you hate the situation even more, why'd he have to be so gentlemanly even after seeing something so humiliating of yours?
Cursing yourself, you sat up. Not only had he seen your worst pair of underwear but now he had witnessed your screaming fit. If he didn't already think you were weird, he would definitely think you were now. He was probably only checking in to tease you anyway.
“Yea Suna, I'm alright!" you blurted out. "I was actually just gonna thank you for washing my stuff!"
“You really didn't have to fold them too, you know?” the words left your lips so fast, you nearly couldn't catch what you were saying.
Suna’s eyes shifted from you to the now messy pile of underwear you sat next to, then met yours again. He wasn't stupid, it was very clear what you were flustered about.
"Oh,” he trailed off slowly, a hand coming up to comb through the hair framing in his face.
“It wasn't a big deal for me, sorry if you didn't want me to.”
“It’s fine!” you squeak. “I guess I owe you an extra favor for that.”
There’s a pause before Suna speaks again, almost like he’s contemplating the right thing to say. He's unreadable at the moment and you're about to curse him for it. But just when you fix your lips to get a word out, it appears he's decided.
“I'll keep that in mind.”
There's a smirk to his words that don’t quite reach his face, and before you can process it, he’s disappeared down the hall and back into his room.
Huffing you drag a hand over your face, turning your attention back to the stack of underwear in question. Sorting through them again you come to a halt. You're sure you’d included a couple more pairs than this so you recount, and recount, and recount. You're probably overthinking it, and things get lost in the dryer all the time. You can't even begin counting how many pairs of socks you’d orphaned in the wash.
This was Suna Rintarou you were talking about: star middle blocker for EJP. A division one player with a reputation to maintain wouldn’t do anything stupid like what you were thinking. Just because he stuck to himself didn't make him some reclused creep, he was a well-known guy who just happened to choose to enjoy a modest life. You're sure his name gave him plenty of girls to fuck, what business would he have stealing panties anyway?
You brush the thought from your mind. It's definitely a stretch, and beyond unlikely. You're almost ashamed that you even had such an idea, to begin with. Suna’s never given you a reason to doubt his intentions, but what kind of man just does a girl’s laundry for fun?
You need to be sure of your suspicions, if they were real at all. You need to catch Suna Rintarou red-handed.
Tonight, you hardly sleep. Staring up at the ceiling, your throat is dry, and your head is filled with unease, mind swirling with all kinds of theories about Suna. Frustrated, you slip out of bed to get a glass of water. The floor is cold, and a shiver crawls up your spine as your feet meet the chilly wood. It's an eerie feeling and it almost makes you want to crawl back into bed and try to fall asleep again.
Forcing the thought away, you make your way to the kitchen, treading lightly so as not to disturb your roommate. You know he has to travel in the morning, and you’d hate to be the reason he isn't well-rested. But as you pass his room, you realize he’s left his door cracked open and isn't asleep at all, heavy breaths and a soft rhythmic patting are proof of that.
The noises he makes cause you to stop in your tracks, and before you realize it, you find yourself drawn to them, clinging to the wall to secure a better view through the gap in the doorway.
Suna’s eyes are screwed shut. The faint glow of his phone screen just barely illuminates his features and you can see the soft dusting of pink covering his angular face. His lips parted and a shaky inhale followed as your eyes drop from his face to the hand that was gripping his heavy cock. You almost gasp yourself as you note the impressive size of it.
He was huge and girthy, even from afar you could make out the thick veins that decorated the shaft and the aggressive shade of pink that blushed over his leaking tip. You watched as fat beads of pre flowed down his cock, dribbling over his fingers before falling onto his weighty balls. You were so entranced by him you had barely registered what he held in that same hand until he began stroking himself with it.
Your jaw fell laxly as you watched how he worked himself with the lacy black fabric. He was practically choking his cock out with a grip so intense you were sure it was painful. Looking back at his face, you watched attentively as his brows knit together before he opened his eyes again. Zeroing in on his phone, a string of expletives fell from his lips as he picked up the pace.
The loud slapping of his skin and the creaking of his bed rivaled the sound of his voice but still, there it was. Among all the obscenities that came dripping from his tongue, there was your name.
It started as a whisper and you couldn’t even believe it was coming out of his mouth. It grew into a continuous desperate chant as if he was trying to summon you to properly finish him off before he pushed himself over the edge.
Suna came hard. Stupid hard. So hard he had let his phone slip from his grasp, and there you could see it.
You could recognize that photo anywhere, it was one of your best. Even if you had gone blind the next day, you could still point it out in a lineup of other revealing photos. There you were on Suna’s phone screen, on vacation at matira beach in bora bora, playfully bent over in a small bikini top and shorts.
This time you couldn’t hold the gasp you let out. Fully opening the door now, you watched Suna scramble to cover himself. The cum that covered his abs dripped onto his sheets as he sat up. Before he could open his mouth to speak you started.
“Fucking pervert.” you spat out.
Suna physically recoiled, the words had cut deep and bothered him more than he had liked to admit. But you’d instantly noticed how he flinched at them.
“Really, panties? And my Instagram? You're pathetic, Suna.”
He couldn't say a word, he sat staring dumbfounded blinking up at you like an idiot.
“Nothing to say, either? I expected a lot more out of you, guess you're nothing but a little pervert.” you spat contemptuously turning to leave the room. “And keep them. I don't want you going through any more of my stuff, freak.”
Suna sputtered as he watched you stand in the doorframe with your back to him. You were desperately waiting for him to say something, anything.
“That's rich coming from you” he fired back.
You froze as soon as the harsh words had reached you. Clenching your fists, you turn. "Accusing me is really low of you, Suna.”
“You think I didn't see you watching?” Chuckling, he ran a hand through his hair. “I mean watching me jerk off? You're even lower than me. I never crossed that line”
“Shut up.” you spat, turning to him. "I was only here to close your door. You're the one who left it open, you wanted to get caught.”
“Such a tease, youre the one who gave me your panties. it's almost like you wanted me to take them.”
Sputtering, you gave up on responding.
“You're no better than me.” he finished. Turning, you faced him fully now. “And you're right, I did wanna get caught, seeing you there made me cum, came real hard actually."
You cringed at his vulgarity. You’d never seen this side of Suna at all. He was always calm and reserved, the complete antithesis of what he was right now. You hated his sudden confidence and yet it turned you on all the same. Before you could think you began making your way into the room. Stopping before his bed, you lowered yourself to be at eye level with him.
“You know if you had just said something instead, we could’ve fucked.”
Bringing a hand to the nape of your neck Suna pulls you in, resting his lips against the shell of your ear. “So what’s stopping you?” he purred. Wrenching your head back to get a better look at you, his crushing grip on your neck intensified.
“Don't fight me now. If you want it, just tell me. I won't judge.” he simpered. "Besides, you do owe me a favor."
Your head spun at the thought of it, but you had also just caught him jerking off with your panties a few minutes ago. He was a creep, but you had also coveted him from the very moment he hauled his boxes in to stay. You didn't want to say it aloud, so you merely nodded. Admitting it would make it so much more real and you liked the idea of this just being some fever dream you’d wake up from in the morning.
“That won't do, I need you to say it,” he cooed, the smile playing on his lips growing sinister.
"I want it.” you whispered.
"Louder”
“I want it, Suna.” you said with more confidence now.
“Good,” he let go of your neck, deft fingers creeping up to get a good grip on your hair, beckoning you into a burning kiss.
The kiss was rough and nasty, spit escaped the corners of your lips and dribbled down your chin as his tongue explored your mouth. Pulling away with a gasp, you met Suna’s eyes, there was something dark steeping in them, but before you could think too hard about it, his hands gathered your hair again, pushing you down to your knees.
Your hands ran up his muscular thighs as he took the sheet off of him, swinging his legs off the bed to rest on either side of your head. He was much bigger up close and the sheer size of him made you nervous. Swallowing thickly you looked up at him again, and he brought a hand to your face, squeezing your cheeks so your lips puckered up for him.
“Go on,” he said with a nod, his other hand gripping his cock, slowly stroking it before bringing it to your eager lips. You opened your mouth and took him in immediately, already huffing around the thick of his shaft.
He was so big you could barely breathe around him, he was only halfway in and you’d already felt like throwing up. Pulling back with a gasp, you followed the trail of spit still connected to his cock, watching it split before pressing light kisses and kitten licks to the length of it.
The expression that painted Suna’s face almost made you laugh. His eyes were shut hard again and his forehead was creased in frustration at the barely there stimulation you offered him. Getting bored of teasing him, you put him in your mouth again.
You'd done it slowly this time, letting the tip of his member reach the back of your throat before pulling away. What couldn't fit in your mouth, you stroked with your hands and Suna was truly in heaven once he peered down at you working him skillfully. Grunting at your ministrations, he shifted his hands to cradle your face before plunging your head further down the shaft. You began to gag but he shushed you, gently stroking your head as he aided you closer to the base of his cock.
“See? Not so hard if you breathe through your nose, girl.” Humming around him you let him take control, allowing him to maneuver your head how he pleased, fucking your face with vigor. Tears streamed down your face and drool ran to your chin, the mix of fluid pooling down at the tip before dripping onto the floor.
“Fuck...” he grunted, bucking his hips as you took him down your throat, the harsh movement causing you to gag around him. “So pretty taking me like this…” his words were muttered and punctuated with moans. “So fucking good for me,” he grunted.
His words went straight to your pussy, and you clenched your thighs at the praise. Suna reveled in the sight of you falling apart in front of him, his words had an effect to them and he had clearly begun to make a mess out of you.
Suna was close, so fucking close. Pushing your face closer to him, you breathed heavily once you’d reached the hilt, nose buried in the light dusting of hair smattered over his pubis. A string of expletives left his lips as a warning. He couldn't quite find the words in time before he was cumming down your throat. When he had worn himself out you pulled yourself off with a pop, swallowing hastily to catch a proper breath of air.
You gasped violently, chest heaving as you huffed waiting for your breath to steady. Suna returned a hand to your face again, raising your chin to examine it. He brought his thumb to the corner of your lips, smearing around some of the fluids that escaped before pushing his thumb past your lips for you to suck. Capturing them obediently you met his eyes again, they were lidded and danced around your face and body, unable to focus on one thing.
“I didn't know pervert girls sucked cock so well,” he jested, sharply pulling back at the feeling of your teeth clamping down on his thumb. “I was joking!” he shook his hand for added effect.
“Let me take care of you now…”
Pulling you up to your feet, Suna helped you undress. He worked slowly and his touch lingered in the places he ran his hands over. Coaxing you over to him, he situated you in his lap with your back to him, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck, he spread your legs.
“Look,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses and the occasional nibble to your clavicle. Glancing up, you had finally taken notice of the mirror that sat across from you. Seeing yourself spread open with him behind you made you shiver, your skin prickled with goosebumps when his hands traveled south, holding your thighs apart.
"Aren't you pretty?” he asked, not really expecting an answer. You were already babbling about him stroking your thighs and he hadn't even touched you where it meant anything. Pushing your panties to the side, Suna ran a finger down your slit, pulling it back to admire the thread of wetness that was still connected to your cunt.
“So fucking wet for me,” he began, bringing his fingers to his lips, sucking them loudly. Your flesh burned in embarrassment as you watched him lick your slick off his digits.
“And all that just from sucking dick? You really are a slut.”
You writhed in his arms, wishing he would get done with the teasing and actually touch you seriously. You were so turned on it almost hurt, the steady thump of your pussy irritated you, and you were practically on the verge of tears.
“Suna,” you whined, circling your hips desperately. “Please,  just touch me already…”
You watched his head lift from its position at your neck, making eye contact with you in the mirror. Without warning, he brought two fingers to your cunt, harshly plunging them into your dripping hole. You cried out, bucking wildly in his lap as he drew them out before pushing them in again, curling them to skim the spongy area hidden at the back of your cunt. His digits were long and skinny and he had no problems reaching deep where you needed him. Tears streamed down your face as he worked you to hysterics, hiccupping and gripping his wrists when you were close to your peak.
“S-suna!” you yelped, shutting your eyes hard at the incoming wave of pleasure. Suna grabbed your face, turning it back to the mirror.
“Open your eyes.” he cooed, roughly scissoring his fingers in your pussy. “I want you to see how you look cumming all over my fingers.”
Prying your eyes open, you focused on the mirror. Training your sights on Suna’s nimble fingers knuckles deep in you, you clamped down on him hard, gushing over his hands and thighs with a scream.
Before you had even fully come to, Suna was already busying himself with your spent pussy. Peeling your panties off, he slotted himself between your folds, coating his cock with your fluids before sinking you down on it.
Mutually, you gasped. Your hole fluttered around his length as the stretch of him entering burned you. Letting out a shaky exhale, Suna took his time, slowly lowering you down with small strokes until he had fully bottomed out. When you had finally adjusted, he hooked his arms around your legs, folding you in on yourself as he dragged his cock out of you.
You trembled at the feeling of his length being drawn out before slipping back in. You could practically feel every vein stroke your insides and the angle of his cock had you jabbering incoherencies when he abused the spot that had you falling apart. Suna’s pace was unrelenting, he bounced you on his lap, letting gravity take over before he lifted you up again.
“Fuck,” He grunted, angling his body to sink himself deeper. “Keep clamping down on me like that and I'm gonna cum.” His words had the opposite effect on you, and your cunt was swallowing him up, squeezing his cock with a vice-like grip.
Groaning, Suna tightened his grip on your legs. Standing up from the bed, he bullied his cock into you, lifting and dropping you down on him with vigor. Moaning in pure ecstasy, you hollered at his pace grabbing onto whatever you could to steady yourself.
You’d gone dumb at this point. Sobbing uncontrollably, you were unable to moan or form any sounds other than the string of slurred syllables that made up his name.
“Suna! Su- su-…”
“I know,” he hushed you, pressing sloppy kisses to your cheek down to your neck and shoulders.
“Fuck!” he grunted. “Gonna… gonna cum!”
Gripping his wrists you tried to find the words. “Don- don’t pull out..” you slurred, teetering over the edge of bliss.
Your words shot straight to his pulsing cock and he emptied himself inside you with a strangled cry. The feeling of him filling you up with his warm seed pushed you over the edge. Crying, you gushed around him, pushing his cock out as he tried to fuck you through your orgasm. Coming down from his high, Suna pulled out of you, the mix of fluids dripping out of your worn cunt and onto the hardwood floor.
Relaxing in his arms, your eyes fluttered closed. Leaning your head back, you looked up at him. Sweat lined his brow and his face was a violent shade of pink as he huffed, meeting your gaze.
“So,” you rasped. “Wanna go again, pervert?”
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roosterforme · 1 year
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Underneath It All | Rooster x Reader
Written for Kinktober
Summary: You and Bradley discover each other's kinks, and nobody is disappointed. (Lingerie and sex in public)
Warnings: Smut and filth, 18+ only, PiV intercourse, oral sex
Length: 2500
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
Can be read as part of my Series Is It Working For You? OR it can be read as a standalone story! Masterlist
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Bradley was pretty annoyed. It was supposed to be date night. Just the two of you. But as soon as he mentioned to Fanboy that he was taking you to the newest restaurant near base, it had turned into a group hang. 
The thing that Bradley found most annoying was the fact that you didn't seem to find this annoying at all. You said it sounded fun, and you couldn't wait to see everyone again. 
Bradley just wanted to be with you... alone. You'd only just established the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing a few weeks previously, after weeks of Bradley sweating hard over you. And now he had to turn his romantic plans into something thoroughly un-romantic to accommodate the fact that Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, Hangman and Coyote would be there too. Great.
So Bradley picked you up at your place, kissed you until you were going to be late if you didn't leave immediately, and buckled you into the Bronco. 
"I'm so excited to have dinner with everyone," you reiterated. 
He just grunted. God, you looked fucking hot in that black wrap dress. He was pretty sure if he pulled at the loose bow tied at your side, the entire front of the dress would come open. 
He was never going to make it through this dinner. 
"Are you okay, Roo? You seem kind of irritated tonight," you pointed out. Bradley let his right hand drift to your bare thigh and slid it up under your dress while he drove.
"I'm fine, Baby Girl. I'm just a little disappointed that I have to share your company with the others tonight. I was hoping it would be just me and you." His fingers drifted up until they found something lacy, and he groaned. He couldn't wait to get you out of your dress later. 
You bit your lower lip, and with amusement in your voice, you said, "Maybe we can skip out right after we eat dinner. We don't need to stay for dessert and coffee."
"That's my girl."
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Eating with these people right now was tedious. Bradley liked his friends, loved them really. They were all great people. Well, Hangman was... Hangman. But he could not wait to get the fuck out of this restaurant and get you alone. He had inhaled his meal, and now he was just waiting for you to give him the signal that you were ready to leave.
You were sitting right across from him, and every time you turned to your right to talk to Bob, you leaned on your elbow and pressed your tits together slightly. Bradley swore you were doing it on purpose, since the deep v-front of your dress was giving him the perfect view. He was practically drooling as he listened to you graciously talk to Bob about his brother's five Persian cats. Bradley did not know how you were managing to do that with a smile on your face.
When you shifted a bit in your seat, Bradley's eyes went right back to your chest, and he saw a bit of black lace peeking out the top of your dress. 
"You okay, man?" Payback asked him. "You seem very distracted."
Bradley just hummed in agreement, and then he felt you drag your high heel up his pant leg as you caught his eye. He noticed your phone was in your hands just before his phone vibrated in his pocket. Your mouth quirked into a sly smile before you tucked your phone back into your bag. 
Bradley narrowed his eyes at you before reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone. He was not surprised to see that the text was from you, and he figured it was you letting him know you were ready to leave. What he saw, however, had him nearly tipping out of his chair.
"Holy shit," he muttered, quickly turning his screen away from Payback. Because you had just sent him a dirty picture. 
Bradley's wide eyes darted between his phone screen and your smirking face several times before he really focused on the image. And there you were, lying on your back in the middle of your bed, your hair all over your pillow. You were wearing the sexiest strappy, black lace bodysuit he had ever seen in his life along with your black high heels. You were looking at the camera and your back was slightly arched up off the bed. The text caption read, "This is what I'm wearing under my dress." Bradley had never explicitly told you how much he liked lingerie, but it seemed as though you somehow knew what this would do to him.
Fuck. He was already getting hard. He wanted you out of your dress as soon as possible. You ran your high heel up his leg again, and this time he reached for your foot under the table. He traced the inside of your ankle with his thumb and you bit your lip again. Shit, he wanted to clear everything off the table and do this right here. 
"It's time to go," he told you, his voice sounding extra raspy, even to his own ears. He released your foot, and you were both instantly out of your seats.
"Hey, you're leaving already?" asked Fanboy. "We didn't even order dessert yet!"
"I'm taking my dessert to-go," Bradley replied, swiftly wrapping his arm around your waist. He threw a bunch of bills from his wallet onto the table to cover your meals plus a hefty tip, and then he was moving. 
"Um, it was nice to see everyone!" you called out as he yanked you along beside him. Bradley registered that everyone looked stunned except for Phoenix, who was cracking up.
"I take it you liked what you saw?" you asked him, a breathy laugh in your voice as you quickly exited the restaurant and plunged into the dark night outside. 
Bradley pushed you back against the front of the building and gently bit your neck. Your moan caused a few pedestrians to turn and look at you before rushing onward. 
"You're too good to me. I'm gonna reward you for that sexy photo, Baby Girl. I'm gonna reward you with this," he rasped, pressing himself against you. His dick was rock hard, and now Bradley had to really try to focus on getting you away from the crowded sidewalk. 
You gasped as he bit you a little harder and then pulled you toward the Bronco. "I must admit, this got an even better reaction than I had anticipated." You were a bit breathless as you asked, "You like lingerie, huh, Roo?" 
Bradley opened the passenger door for you and buckled you in. He leaned in close, his lips gently skimming over yours, his mustache tickling you. He wasn't sure exactly how to describe the extent to which he liked lingerie. Or how much he liked seeing you in it. He had always been a visual creature, and seeing you in that black lace was like being presented with a pretty little gift to unwrap and enjoy. 
"I do, Sweetheart. I like it a lot. And I'm going to love fucking my girlfriend while she's wearing it."
He watched you squeeze your thighs together and suck in a breath as he tugged open the tie at the side of your dress. He watched the fabric fall open, exposing your lace covered tits. 
You tipped your head back and moaned, and Bradley was grateful that he had parked at the far end of the lot where it was quiet. "Let's get out of here," he managed, as he ran his fingers over your lace covered nipples making you whine.
Once he was in the driver's seat and pulling onto the main road, he felt a little bit more in control of the situation. Or at least he did until you reached over and gently squeezed him through his pants. His dick throbbed against your hand, and soon you were unbuttoning and unzipping. 
"Fuck, Baby Girl," was all he managed to say as your hand slipped inside his boxer briefs and you started gently stroking him. "You keep that up, and I'm gonna pull over and fuck you on the side of the road."
You pumped your hand around him harder and leaned closer. You licked his neck and whispered, "Promise?"
He hissed in a breath. The way you made him feel, how much you could turn him on... it was unbelievable. "You want me to, don't you?"
When Bradley only got a whimper in response, he quickly made a sharp right and headed for one of the bayside beaches that closed at sunset. He deftly steered his Bronco around one of the gates meant to keep people out at this time of night, and parked near the water. 
As soon as he turned the engine off, you were immediately in his lap. The front of your dress was fully open, and he ran his hands all over your body as you started to grind against him. 
He kissed you sweetly and yanked the strip of lace covering your core to one side. He gathered your arousal on his fingertips, and without any further warning, he started fucking you hard with two fingers. 
"Bradley!" you yelped as your head tipped back against the steering wheel, and you arched your chest toward him. He licked and nipped your breasts through the lace of the low cut bodysuit, nuzzling his nose between your tits. 
"You look so perfect like this, Sweetheart. Now climb into the backseat for me like a good girl."
When he withdrew his fingers, you did as you were told. You climbed carefully over the center console and spread yourself out along the seat on your back for him, your loose dress trailing behind you. 
Bradley hopped out of the driver's door and opened the one behind it, his hard dick hanging out of his dress pants bounced around as he moved. The sight of you bathed in moonlight and the little bit of glow from the Bronco's dome light would be burned into his brain for the rest of his life. You scooted yourself closer to the open door where he stood, and he quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you to him, until your lace covered pussy was rubbing his cock. 
You looked up at him and bit your lip as he ran his hands up and down both of your bare thighs. He took a few seconds to gently bend your knees and kiss your ankles just above your high heels before hiking your knees up over his shoulders.
"Think you can keep quiet? There are a few houses right over there," he said, nodding to his right. Bradley could see people moving around inside their lit up homes. He had no doubt that they would be able to see you if they decided to look outside in this direction. 
"I'll try," was all you managed to say before he yanked the lacy fabric to one side again, ran his fingers along your pussy and plunged his dick inside you. 
He fucked you hard and fast, figuring the entire night up to this point counted as foreplay. The slapping of his skin against yours spurred him on, as did the way you clamped your hands over your mouth to try and keep yourself quiet. 
"You're doing great," he groaned through clenched teeth, gripping your hips hard and pounding into you. Your breasts were bouncing so much, the bodysuit started to slip, revealing one perfect pink nipple. "Fuck, I love these tits." He leaned down and pulled it into his mouth, sucking hard. 
"Bradley!" you squealed, running your hands through his hair while he licked and sucked. 
He pounded into you harder, fucked you rougher. "You keep making that much noise, and someone's gonna hear us," he whispered against your ear. He pushed against you more until your knees were almost touching your shoulders. He slipped two of his fingers into your mouth and let you suck on them to keep you hushed. "That's better, Baby Girl. Gotta keep you quiet. I don't want anyone else seeing you like this, just me." 
You moaned around his fingers, and your pretty gaze met his. He knew how to make you come, and he kept his eyes on yours as he shifted slightly and rubbed against your clit with his pelvic bone while he fucked you. 
You started to shake and clench around him. "I know what you like, and I'll give it to you every single time, Sweetheart. Especially when you dress up just for me." 
You sucked and licked his fingers, squeaking and making obscene muffled sounds as you came. 
"Fuck, I'm there too," he told you, and his movements became shallow as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth. 
As you were moaning through the end of your orgasm, you started to push Bradley gently off of you. 
"Roo, come in my mouth, sexy, so we don't mess up the upholstery."
Bradley didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his cock out of your pussy, climbed on top of you on the seat and straddled your chest. You propped yourself up a little and opened your mouth wide for him, your pink tongue licking your lips as he groaned. You reached out, and with one pump of your fist along his messy length, he watched his cum hit your tongue, your lips, and the back of your throat. Then you pulled him closer and took him fully into your mouth, licking up every last bit of his cum and your wetness from him with the sweetest expression on your face. You kissed along his softening length and the top of his thigh, as you smiled up at him. Bradley watched you intently, the deep recesses of his mind registering the fact that he was absolutely going to marry you someday. 
"Did we just check off two kinks in one go?" you asked him as he eased his large body off of yours. 
"Huh?" God, he could barely think at the moment, could barely manage zipping up his pants and reaching down to pull you up. 
You climbed out of the back door and Bradley pulled you into his arms for a long kiss before wrapping your dress closed over your sexy lingerie. 
"Bradley, I think we may have just checked off your lingerie kink at the same time as my sex in public kink." You were grinning up at him. 
Bradley stroked his fingers along your cheek. "Yeah, I think we did. And the way you protected the Bronco's upholstery? I fucking love you. You know that right?"
You giggled as he walked you back to the passenger seat to buckle you in again.
"I love you too, Roo. Let's go back to my place."
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beomqu · 1 year
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day seven of KINKTOBER → mirror sex
w/ yeonjun
warnings! : pet names, light choking, light spanking
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"Open your eyes, Darling." Yeonjun said from behind you, holding your face to the side with his big hand. You weakly opened your eyes and looked ahead of you, watching in the mirror as Yeonjun's hand reached forward, and slipped between your legs. "Fuck." you said as his cold fingertips touched your clit, rubbing it softly right after. His dick was deeply buried into you, cock warming himself while playing with you. "How does that feel, Princess?" he slipped his fingers around your clit, massaging it. "Tell me." he smirked against your skin as he kissed your shoulder, then looked up to admire your expressions in the mirror.
"So good, Yeonjun." you answered before he could speak again, quick with your words to place your focus back on his fingers. He chuckled as he fastened his pace, also starting to rock his hips inside you. "Fuck, too much." your hand was quick to grab into Yeonjun, not being able to handle so much. "It's okay. You can take it." you whispered into your ears, holding your waist with his left arm, as his right hand continued to pleasure you.
You couldn't close your eyes anymore. Watching everything in front of you in the mirror made you more aroused each moment that passed. Watching Yeonjun play around with your body for the past half hour, getting you on the edge multiple times, but he didn't let you cum, not yet. You watched his hand intently, curious about what he was doing to you that felt so damn good. "You're so hot, Baby. Look at you!" he checked you out in the mirror, smiling while appreciating everything about you. "I want to fuck you until you pass out." he gripped your neck, choking you softly. "Please, fuck me harder." you pleaded, pushing your ass against him, feeling him deeper inside you. "As you wish."
His hand left your clit and bent you over on the bed. He placed both of his hands on your waist, and started pounding into you, hard from behind. "That's what you wanted, yeah?"  you nodded your head quickly, seeing his reflection in the mirror watching your face for your reaction. "I'm gonna cum." you whined out, feeling like this for the fouth time today. "You can, Baby." he said, not slowing his pace. "Keep going, fuck..." with one final push you came all over Yeonjun's dick, burying your head into the bed, screaming from the pleasure. Yeonjun spanked you ass before pulling out of you and placing a kiss on your bare back.
"The mirror was a great idea." you said while laying on his chest. "I knew you would like it." he kissed your forehead, hugging you closer. "I loved seeing everything." you explained, smiling at the thoughts of what happened earlier. "And i love you."
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the-hidden-pages · 1 year
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Kinktober Day 1 - Dirty Talk - Tangerine x Fem!Reader
Disclaimers: I’ve never done a Kinktober. These pieces are rushed. As a result they may be poorly written and OOC. Apologies in advance.
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Summary: On a job, through an earpiece, Tangerine learns how easily influenced you are by his words. 
Warnings: NSFW, Dirty Talk, no actual smut though.
There was the odd job that The Twins would be assigned that they couldn’t do alone.
Specifically, any infiltration that required a woman’s touch, or a job that required 3 parties. Not to mention, the odd time where one of the twins were ill or recovering from a wound.
The Twins may be some of the bests in the business, but even they had to outsource sometimes, all for the sake of a job well done.
So, on those rare occasions, The Twins would outsource to you.
The third fruit, Lemon would excitedly say.
You were quite endeared to The Twins – a fact that was rather dangerous, given your respective lines of work. But the moment you met the pair, your heart warmed as you listened to Lemon excitedly talk over his brother.
“I’m not quite sure who you are yet – could be a Daisy, sweet and reliable that one…”    
 “Lemon.”
“Or an Annie, can’t forget about her.”
“Lemon.”
“Mind, there’s no reason you couldn’t be a male train – sexist of me, I’m sorry bruv –“
“Lemon!” Tangerine snapped, whacking his arm.
“Oi! What, mate?”
“Much as I’d love to go on about which fuckin’ Thomas the Train she is, we have precious little time before she needs to make a move. So –“
“It’s Thomas the Tank Engine,” you interject.
Tangerine paused for a moment before turning to you, eyes widened ever-so-slightly.
“What?”
“It’s not Thomas the Train, it’s Thomas the Tank.”
Lemon laughed excitedly as Tangerine attempted to collect himself.
“It doesn’t bloody matter, does it? Now, did you read the briefing I sent ya?”
“Oh, was I supposed to? I thought you’d just explain on the way.”
A heavy silence hung over the group.
“We should call her Lime.”
“Lemon!”
Despite the annoyance that radiated off of Tangerine in that moment, a strange partnership had formed. You and Lemon got along swimmingly, and you thrived on getting under Tangerine’s skin.
A completely healthy office relationship, you would chuckle to yourself.
Eventually, the boys called on you for help again.
Lemon was slowed down – after taking a couple of bullets to the leg, he was wrapped up and loopy on morphine. This didn’t stop Tangerine from accepting the next call that came in.
“It’s just a small job,” Tangerine explained you over the phone. “You’ll meet me in a small hotel. I’ll give you some equipment, you’ll pose as some rich man’s wife and go collect the briefcase that we need.  Easy.”
“And how do we know that they’ll believe I’m this rich man’s wife.”
“Mother of all coincidences, you look like the few photos that exist of her. The job was made for you love, and it’d be helping me and Lemon out a bunch.”
You paused.
“You’ll get a cut of the profits too, obviously.”
“No, of course,” you snap out of your stupor. “When do you need me?”
“I’ll get you a plane ticket to Monaco for tomorrow morning. Thanks, love.”
There it was again; you note as you hang up your phone.
The use of ‘love’.
You weren’t immune to Tangerine’s charms. Sure, he was a bit rough around the engines, swore like a sailor, and frequently let his anger take over. But he was also incredibly sweet when he needed to be, and wonderful at talking his way out of situation.
He was also wonderful at talking you in to situations.
At some point, your endearment to the twins had grown. You weren’t sure when you had begun to see Lemon as a brother, or when your crush on Tangerine had developed, but it had. Before you would carefully plan out when you were helping The Twins, rejecting several of their job offers if something better was on the horizon, or if their success wasn’t in your best interest.
And now you were hopping on a plane to Monaco, without a second thought.
When you arrived in the hotel, Tangerine was already waiting for you. He stood by the window in the same impeccable blue pinstriped suit he wore when he met you, typing away on his phone with a furrowed brow.
“How’s Lemon?” you question, setting your small suitcase down near the bed.
There’s only one bed, you notice. In your mind’s eye you shrug – a problem for later.
“He’s already trying to get up and about, even though he fuckin’ can’t move his leg and he’s textin’ like a fuckin’ 12 year old who jus’ opened their first bottle of tequila.”
His accent always gets thicker when he’s angry. It shouldn’t make you smile, but it does.
“12 seems a bit young for tequila. Mind, I started on rum when I was 14.”
Tangerine just sniffs, continuing to type what you now know is a long, angry scolding.
“And if I recall,” you wander over to the bed as you speak, poking through the supplies on it. “Trying to get you to sit still after you’ve been wounded is always a futile task too. You’re no better.”
That finally caused him to look up, glaring for a moment before he slid his phone into his pocket with a huff.
“Right then. Shall we?”
“Are you going to explain what this is about? You didn’t even send a briefing this time.”
“Not like you bloody well read ‘em, do ya now?”
You grin. “No, I guess I don’t.”
He strides towards you, picking a medium sized box off the bed and passing it to you. “Exactly. Go change, and I’ll explain after.”
You reach for the box, but when you go to pull away, you find Tangerine holding it too tightly.
Your eyes flick up to meet his, confused.
“It’s good to see you, love. Really.”
It takes every ounce of control you have to not wildly blush or stutter. Instead, you reach out to grab his arm lightly.
“Good to see you too, T.”
Taking the box, you make your way to the bathroom and quickly begin to undress. As you remove the lid, you can’t help but marvel at the dress inside.
Your job was so cool.
The silk was cool to the touch, and the deep blue dress would serve to highlight every curve you had. The matching silver heels and jewelry in the box served to add an extra layer of elegance to the ensemble.
Exiting the bathroom, you felt powerful, unstoppable. Your mind kept flashing back to James Bond movies, where the women were always goddesses, perfection.
And the way Tangerine’s eyes traversed your body only made you feel ten times stronger.
“Will I do?” you question, noticing the way he swallowed thickly.
“Quite nicely, love.”
He turned around to busy himself with the remaining items on the bed – a gun and a thigh holster for protection, a small purse, and –
“An earpiece, so I can fill you in as we go. Less conspicuous than having your phone to your ear all night.”
“Wow, you really are accepting that I don’t do my research beforehand.”
You take it, inserting it in your ear and hiding it with a few strands of hair.
Tangerine watches quietly as you slide the gun holster up your thigh, ensuring everything was tightly fastened and slipping a small pistol into it.
“Good. Now, here’s the plan…”
“This is a stupid plan,” you mutter, walking through the double doors to the blinding lights and deafening sounds of the casino.
“It’s a perfect plan love, come on now,” Tangerine muttered back.
If you weren’t as stressed, you might’ve shuddered at that. It was bad enough when he called you love, but when he did it right in your ear, you were just about done for.
Damn earpiece.
“Right, because I’m a dead ringer for some mobster’s wife, so I can march right up and –“
“How can I help you miss?”
At the counter, a cheerful bartender smiled at you.
“Yes. My husband sent me to collect a case. It should be waiting under the name Maroni.”
“Yes of course. It’ll just be a moment; can I get you a drink while you wait?”
“Gin martini, please.”
You sit up on a bar stool, crossing your legs. Within seconds a drink is in your hand, and you smile graciously.
Your smile fades quickly, however. “I feel like everyone can tell I’m a fraud,” you mumble into your drink.
Tangerine is quick to answer. “How do you mean?”
“They’re staring. They can tell.”            “Love, if they could tell there’d be guns pulled on ya in 5 seconds flat. They’re lookin’ at ya cause you’re gorgeous.”
“You think?”
“I think if you weren’t posing as the wife of a dangerous man, you’d have ‘em lined up trying to get the chance to rip that dress off of ya.”
You chuckle into your drink.
“Something funny, love?”
“No, it’s just. You can’t be whispering compliments into my ear when I’m supposed to be keeping a straight face. It’s not going to go well.”
You can hear a laugh. “No? You don’t want to hear that you’re a vision? That if I didn’t know better, I’d be one of them men lining up for a chance to even talk to ya?”
“Only if you mean it,” you tease lightly, taking another sip and scanning the room.
“Of course I mean it, darling.”
You feel your thighs inadvertently clench at the change in pet name.
“And what would you do? If we were strangers, meeting in a place like this.”
“I thought you wanted to focus on the job.”
“The job’ll get done. This’ll just make it way more fun.”
There’s a moment of silence on the line.
“You going to seduce me, Tangerine?”
“You want me to? Want me to whisper dirty little words in your ear until you’re fucking dripping for me, so I can pin you to the door the minute you’re back in this room with me?”
Fuck.
“Do your worst,” you mutter, finishing off your drink and smiling to the bartender.
“It’ll just be a moment more, ma’am. Another drink for your wait?”
“Please.”
Tangerine pipes up. “You really think you’re gonna last with this game, love? You think I don’t notice the way you blush anytime I call you love or darling?”
You feel your heart drop, but before you can respond he’s speaking again.
“Did you think I wasn’t interested? That I didn’t want to steal you away like one of my trinkets the minute I saw you?”
Your chest fills with hope as the bartender brings your second drink.
“I get so turned on every time I see you, love. And seeing you walking out of our bathroom dressed like that, I nearly didn’t let you leave the room. I could’a dropped to my knees then and there, let you make a real mess of my face. I’d eat you out ‘till you were crying for me to stop, love, you looked like a goddess, begging to be worshipped.”
You clear your throat and take a large swig of your drink, desperate to clear the lump that had formed.
“You flustered already, darlin’? Cause I’m not even done, not even close. See, once I hold you, love you, worship you properly, well…then I planned to ruin you, see. I plan to force you on your knees, watch you look up at me all pretty, tears running while you choke on me. I plan to hold you down and use you like a toy, make up for all the times you drove me insane on our jobs.”
“Miss? The case,”
You inhale sharply, smiling apologetically at the bartender who’s holding the case out for you.
“Sorry, I was in my own world. Everything is here?”
“Everything is there, as requested Mrs. Maroni.”
“Wonderful.”
You open your small clutch purse, pulling out a small wad of cash.
“For the service.”
“Thank you, ma’am. Have a good night.”
“Oh, I’ll make sure you do,” Tangerine starts speaking again as you stand. Your face flushes as you notice the wetness between your thighs, and you pray it’s not visible on your dress. “I’ll give you so much pleasure you’re begging me to stop, love. Now we just got to get you home.”
“To a hotel room with one bed. What a coincidence.”
“A happy accident. But all I could think about when I saw was if I’d get lucky enough to have you in it.”
“Follow through on your words and you just might. Where’s my getaway car?”
“There ought to be a black Jaguar not too far from the exit.”
“Got it.”
“Do you remember that job the three of us took? Lemon was transporting the target in a different car, you and me were on the road. Took all my effort not to bring my hand up that gorgeous thigh of yours, slip a finger into that warm cunt, touch you until you were crying for me to pull over and fuck ya over the hood.”
“Shame you didn’t.”
“Oh, I plan to make up for lost time, love, don’t you worry. I’ll worship you like a queen, and when I’m done I’ll break you like a slut. And you’re gonna take every minute of it like a good little girl, tellin’ me how good I’m fuckin’ ya, that you don’t want anyone else. Can you do that for me, love?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m on my way.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
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boxofbonesfic · 1 year
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Title: Reflection
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader
Kink Prompt: Reflection [Mirror Sex]
Word Count: 1982
Summary: You love everything about your new house—except for that creepy old mirror in the upstairs hallway.
Warnings: Horror, Haunting, Noncon/Dubcon, Light overstimulation, Mirror Sex, AU: Dark, Smut, MINORS DNI!
A/N: my first kinktober entry!! since all of my prompts were singular words, i just decided to go with the first kink that came to mind. 😈 i really hope you all enjoy this first installment! as always, mind the tags and warnings. enjoy!
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 Though your nails are already chewed down to the quick, you can’t stop yourself from tearing into them again as the officers come out of the house, one after the other, a straight line of starched blue uniforms. The first one out approaches you at the front gate. You can tell by the irritated look on his face that he hasn’t found anything, that your second call this month is a nuisance, and not one he wants to continue putting up with. 
 “Nobody inside, I’m afraid,” he says, shrugging as he hooks his thumbs into his belt loops and heaves a heavy sigh. “I know you’re new in town. Wouldn’t be surprised if maybe you heard some things about the house, the way people talk—”
 “I heard someone.” You cut him off stiffly. “Walking around, right outside my bedroom door!” Your voice goes squeaky, your throat tight with remembered fear. “Gossip doesn’t make your floorboards creak.” 
 “Houses ‘round here are old.” His hackles are up now—you’re edging into telling him he isn’t doing his job, and he knows it. “They get real noisy in the winter.” The dismissal is clear in his voice and in his body language as he turns to wave the three other officers back to their squad cars. 
 “You could try putting up cameras,” he suggests over his shoulder. “But we swept both floors—and the basement—twice. There’s nobody here but you, ma’am.” He taps the brim of his hat. “Goodnight. Make sure you lock up, now.” 
 I know what I heard.
 Even with the all-clear given by the irritated police officers, you’re still loathe to go back inside. You stand there by the garden gate, staring nervously up at your own home. Footsteps—heavy, booted ones—pacing back and forth in front of your door, the shadow of a figure visible beneath the frame. 
 “I’m not crazy.” You say it softly aloud, clenching your fists at your sides. “I’m not crazy.” With your toes curled so as not to lose a slipper, you shuffle back inside. You’re on high alert as soon as you step inside, ears straining to hear every sound. It’s freezing in here. The drippy faucet in the kitchen had never bothered you before, but now it’s maddening. Every creak and groan of the house shifting and settling is now a footstep, a or a finger tapping against the window glass. The gusty autumn wind becomes the sigh of an unseen stranger in your ear. 
 You check every room, turning on each light as you go. The electric bill will be sky high next month, but you don’t care. At least if the lights are on, you’ll be able to see the intruder. You tell yourself that’s why you’re doing it, and not because having the lights on makes you feel less alone. 
 Ever since you signed your name on the deed, it seemed as though your quaint, beautiful house in a lovely suburb just south of the city, had been beset with problem after problem. Issues with the foundation, water, heating—and not least of all, the strangely ornate mirror in the upstairs hallway that you just couldn’t take down. You’re not the handiest person, but you know how to use a drill. Even so, the weird, metal clasps holding it to the positively ancient sheetrock won’t come loose, and you can’t remove it without taking half the wall with it. 
 A statement piece, the realtor had called it, but the mirror does nothing but give you the creeps. You don’t like looking in it—the colors of your clothing always seem washed out and faded in the hallway light. And for some reason—perhaps it’s positioning, or the way the light filters in from the window at the  end of the hall—but you always feel like something’s moving in the reflection, just out of the corner of your eye. 
 You complete your walk-through of the first floor, even poking your head down into the basement. Just long enough to look around and then tug firmly on the cord to illuminate the scant little concrete room before ducking back out, but still you’d checked. You hesitate at the foot of the stairs, swallowing thickly as you stare up at the darkened hallway. 
 It’s fine. The officers said it was fine.
 The thought gives you no comfort, but you push yourself up the stairs anyway, flicking on the hallway light as soon as you get there. The hallway is empty, of course, and you shake your head at your own childish fears. 
 Silly. Jumping at shadows. 
 You head for the bedroom, trying to keep your eyes trained hard on the floor so as not to look at the mirror. Movement in the glass catches your attention, though, and you stop short. The window at the end of the hall is cracked, the cool breeze stirs the curtains. You’re not sure what compels you to keep staring, to squint into the dull mirror. I didn’t see anything. There’s nothing there. Nothing—
 A hand. 
 So faint it’s almost completely invisible, curled around the edge of the curtain. You’re frozen, your heart held so tightly in your throat that no sound escapes it other than the rattle of your own breath. Goosebumps break out over your flesh as you watch the fingers tense, the fabric bunching as slowly, the panel is drawn aside. An eye appears first, followed by half of a wide, toothy grin. 
 You scream. 
 The sound tears itself from your frozen throat without permission, unexplainable terror gnawing away the conscious thoughts until only primal instinct is left. 
 Run.
 You turn to flee, your body barely cooperating as fright stiffens your limbs. You only manage a few steps, though, before icy hands fist in your hair and clothing. You wail as you’re tugged backwards off your feet, your back pressed against the mirror. The glass is frigid, even through your clothes. The force of it knocks the wind out of you, breath wheezing through your teeth.
 “Don’t go.” A soft puff of air washes over your face, and you whimper. You can’t see anyone, can’t explain what’s happening. You struggle, grunting as you try to push away from the mirror, but it’s no use. Your feet dangle inches off of the floor, your arms pressed tightly to the wall behind you, as if held there by some impossible gravity. Cold fingers trace the curve of your cheek, and you flinch, whimpering. There’s a slight shimmer in the air, shifting and warping like the spots that dance across your vision when you stare too long at the sun. Only, these don’t move, don’t dissipate as you blink fearfully at them. 
 “P-Please, I—”
 “Don’t go.” The voice is stronger, angrier. Invisible fingers grip your chin, forcing it up. “You can’t.” Hot, terrified tears stream from the corners of your eyes. Unseen hands push at your tank top, tugging it up and over your head. Your nipples stiffen in the cool, open air, and you whine as your unseen captor continues his exploration of your prone form. A satisfied sigh fills your ears as those same icy, ghostly hands bunch in the terrycloth fabric of your sleep shorts, ripping them down your legs. Cool, calloused fingers spread your heated lips, flicking at your clit. 
 “I’ll make you stay,” the voice says, low and determined. Your legs, free of whatever invisible binding had held them, kick frantically at nothing. It’s like he’s there but he isn’t, as your feet connect with nothing but air. Your legs are draped over invisible shoulders, large hands clamping around your thighs to hold them in place. You writhe against the glass, struggling futilely. He laughs, his wintery breath puffing against your heated, moist core. 
 “You signed,” he says, and you cry out as his cool, wet tongue slides through your folds. “That means you belong to the house, now.” Cold electricity runs up your spine at both his words and his touch. He suckles your clit, pulling it between his lips and worrying it with his teeth. Your thighs tremble, pressing into his shoulders. 
 You still can’t see him, but you can see the indents his fingers make on your skin, feel the rasp of his beard against your inner thighs. His touch is ice, but the fire building in your belly at every pass of his tongue burns hotter and hotter. The man—the thing—between your thighs eats hungrily, sucking and nipping at your cunt like he’s starving. 
 Your hips undulate against his face, and you can feel him smiling into the sloppy mess of your cunt as you cum. You do it with a wail, your thighs tightening around the head you can’t see, his tongue buried in your pussy as your walls convulse around nothing. He hums into your soaked, trembling flesh, but doesn’t stop, his thick fingers playing at your entrance. 
 “N-No, nngh—” Your protests are muffled by your own moans, choking you. Eyes rolling, you pant helplessly at the shimmering shape of a man between your thighs, his fingers curling inside of you. You cum again with a pathetic sob and shuddering breaths, fingernails scraping against the glass. 
 You don’t know how long he keeps you there, pinned helplessly as he drags you from one unwilling orgasm to the next, until your limbs have all the strength of dry pasta, and you’re shuddering in his arms. When he lowers your trembling thighs, you slide to the floor in a puddle, your legs unwilling to hold you up. The chuckle that sounds in the air in front of you makes you whimper again, your swollen cunt still throbbing. 
 You feel his hands at your hips, lifting and turning you until you’re on your knees, your face pressed up against the glass. Your breath ghosts across it, fogging the surface. Hazily, you stare into the mirror, eyes widening as you take in the man behind you. You can see him now, reflected brightly—almost too brightly—in the polished glass. Sandy hair falling over his dark, hungry eyes. Naked but for the Star of David on a thin silver chain nestled in his thick chest hair. 
 “Belong to the house,” he mutters as he lines the head of his leaking cock up with your soaked, swollen cunt. You’re still present enough to whine and huff as the thick head of him begins to press inside. Even after his fingers his cock is still enough to stretch you, and you writhe at the sinfully delicious stretch and burn. 
 “Belong to me.” He thrusts forward hard, seating himself inside of you with a  growl. His fingers are tight on your hips as he leans down over you. “Look.” He grips your face roughly, turning your head and forcing you to face yourself in the mirror. Your glassy eyed, fucked out face stares back at you, pupils wide and dark. His fingers slip into your mouth, and you taste yourself on them. 
 He rocks into you steadily, his cock punching the air from your lungs and dragging oh-so-pleasurably against your walls until you cum, drooling and mumbling unintelligibly around his fingers, staring at your own face the whole time. The tight squeeze of your cunt makes him groan, hands tightening painfully on your hips as he fucks into you unsteadily. You’re barely aware of the hot breath on the back of your neck, his teeth scraping your skin as sickly warmth coats your swollen walls. 
 You sag against the mirror, your hot cheek pressed against the cool glass as Ari continues to mumble behind you. 
 How do I know his name?
 “See?” He asks, humming as he strokes your cheek. His cock is still hard inside you, and you don’t have the strength to struggle as he begins to thrust into you again. “You belong to the house.” 
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jessybarnes · 1 year
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I Can Read Your Mind You Know
Title: I Can Read Your Mind You Know
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!
Word Count: 1,350
Tags: SMUT, fluff, thigh riding, exploring sexuality, eye fucking, fingering, kissing, Wanda's powers, implied oral sex, implied marking, implied biting, cum tasting, finger sucking, pet names, explicit language, explicit thoughts, explicit sexual content, and I think that's it. 
Written For: @kinktober2022 and @lgbtqbingo
Square(s) Filled: Thigh Riding and Exploring Sexuality
Beta(s): T. Thompson, A. DiLorenza, and J. Landis
A/N: любимая is Russian and translates to Darling. I got this from Google Translate so I hope it’s correct. If you’re familiar with the language and it isn’t, please tell me what it should be so I can change it. I want to make sure what I put is accurate. Thank you :) 
The Avenger’s Compound is quiet today. Just the way you like it. Sure, you love having everyone around too. Sharing laughs and spending quality time with your favorite group of heroes, but some days, like today, you just want some time alone. 
You're sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island munching on a snack and catching up on some reading. You're so engrossed in your book that you don't see Wanda come around the corner, a surprised look on her face. 
"Oh! Hello, Y/N. I thought I was the only one here."
You look up at her and almost choke on your food. In lieu of her usual attire, Wanda is sporting tight, black spandex capris and a matching sports bra. Her hair is in a high ponytail and her skin is glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. 
You open your mouth to respond, but your brain has checked out and is too busy focusing on her perfectly round ass, voluptuous thighs, and perky tits. 
"U-Umm…h-h-" 
She tosses her empty water bottle in the recycling bin and grabs a new one from the fridge, "are you alright?" 
You manage to force out a meek 'yes' and watch her as she reaches into one of the cabinets for a PowerBar. She stands on her tiptoes and your eyes can't help but glaze over as you stare directly at her backside. 
Never in your life has a woman made you feel this way. You always considered yourself to be straight. Always an ally for the LGBTQ+ community, but nevertheless, straight. Until you met her.
You think about what it would be like to touch her, to map out her smooth, milky skin. Running your fingers through her soft red hair, marking her neck up with pretty, purple love bites, leaving a trail of kisses down her body until you're between her beautiful, toned thighs. 
You wonder what it would be like to taste her.
You're so caught up in your fantasy that you don't realize that Wanda is now facing you, a knowing smirk on her face. 
"You know I can read your mind, right?" 
This time, you do choke. "I-I-I don't kn-know what you're ta-"
"Oh, I think you do know." She moves into your space and twirls a piece of your hair around her finger. “I know everything that you just conjured up in that pretty little head of yours, любимая.
You stare at her with wide eyes, mouth slightly open as she leans in a little and bites her lip. The hand that isn’t tangled in your hair comes to rest on your knee and your breath hitches. 
“W-Wanda I-”
“You wanted to touch me, right?” She moves even closer, her face now only inches from yours. “You thought about what it would be like to mark me.” You swallow hard as she tilts your head back, her lips just a hair’s breadth from yours.
“You wondered what it would be like to kiss me…”
Your eyes flicker back and forth from hers down to her mouth. “Well, I-”
“Do it… Kiss me, Y/N”
You close the gap and immediately press your mouth to hers. She sighs, parting her lips and you moan desperately. Her grip tightens on your knee and you gently grab her hips. When you finally pull apart both of you are breathing heavily, and the way she’s looking at you makes your panties instantly wet. 
“Wow…” You still haven’t been able to say a complete sentence to her and she giggles. 
“You’re so cute, любимая.” She pulls you to your feet and leads you over to the couch. She sits down and pats her thigh, "come here, Y/N" 
You turn around to sit on her lap, but she stops you. "Not like that, sweetie," she faces you toward her again and you look down at her confused, "sit here." 
She gestures to her thigh and you swallow hard before doing what you're told. The combined fabric from your leggings and the spandex of her capris puts delicious friction on your core. 
Wanda's petite hand finds your hair again while her other one grips your side firmly. She watches you for a moment and admires how lust-drunk you are. It's true she always thought you were very pretty, but she never really had a free moment to see what was going on in that pretty, little head of yours…until now.
"You look so innocent, Y/N. But your mind tells me something different. Do you always think about me like that?" 
She watches you nod, a small whimper escaping past your parted lips.
"Have you ever been with a woman before?" 
You shake your head no and Wanda smiles, "do you want to me to help you feel good, любимая?"
"Please!..."
She starts to move you along her thigh, "keep going, sweetheart. But I want to hear you too, alright? You have such a sweet voice, Y/N" 
"Oh, Wanda…," you whine as you slide back and forth igniting a red-hot flame low in your belly, "oh, it feels s-so good….so good." 
Wanda moans at the sight of you, the hand that was tangled in your hair now rubbing her clit. "Good girl, printsessa. I want to see you cum just like this." 
God, this has to be a dream. 
"Oh, it's not a dream, Y/N. It's very - mmm, fuck - r-real." 
You lean down to kiss her again just to be certain. Wanda sighs and leans into it, her hips are thrusting upwards into her fingers now and the little noises she's making go straight to your soaked cunt. 
It makes you almost feral seeing her like this and you decide to get bold. One of your hands grips her shoulder for leverage while the other goes down her capris and slips between her folds. 
"Y/N! любимая, Fuck!" 
"I wanna fuck you so bad…want you to cum around my fingers…" 
Wanda rolls her eyes back as you delve two of them into her pussy. She's so wet, so fucking tight, and it makes your hips stutter a little. She guides your hips again, dragging your core over her thigh in time with the speed of your hand. 
Her once blue eyes now glow red and tendrils of the same color dance from her fingers and roll over your skin. It's like someone heightened your senses, dialed them up to eleven, and your cries become louder, needier, you're so fucking addicted to how she's making you feel. 
"Don't stop, printsessa…don't you dare stop!" 
You fuck her faster, curling your fingers to search for her sweet spot. Desperately wanting her to feel the same way you do right now. 
"Shit, you're gonna make me cum. Fuck your pretty, soft fingers feel so good. Come on, baby…show me. Be a good girl and cum with me."
You whimper and move your hips faster, chasing your high like it's a lifeline. You feel her walls start to contract and it sends you into a frenzy.  
"Fuck, oh, my god….oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, I-I’m close! Wanda, I'm so close!"
She slams her mouth on yours and that's all it takes for you to fall over the edge into the best orgasm of your life. 
She's still peppering little kisses to your lips as her pussy squeezes your fingers and you clench around nothing feeling her come undone. 
Wanda grabs your wrist and pulls your fingers out, bringing them to her mouth and you stop breathing when she swirls her tongue around them. 
"God, Wanda…"
She stands you up and leads you down the hallway to her room. Once your inside she shuts the door and pushes you gently against the wall, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"But the team…" You stare into her eyes as she cocks her head a little. 
"These walls are soundproof, Y/N." Her lips connect with yours in a chaste kiss and once again you're mesmerized by the way she's looking at you. 
"Besides, I'm not even close to being done with you, printsessa." 
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lilacliquors · 1 year
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kinktober day twenty one: breeding kink
pairing: soldier boy x reader
word count: 414
notes: here's day twenty one! i think this is our only request from the boys, so friendly reminder that i take requests for them too! as always, likes are appreciated and reblogs are highly recommended. happy kinking <3
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he was feral as he pounded into you. he was a sweaty mess as he gripped your ankles and used them to fold you in half. your brain was mush, your legs were jelly, and all you could feel was him.
    “that’s it, fuckin’ take it,” he grunted, looking down at you. satisfaction bloomed in his chest as he saw your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open. only he could do this to you, only he would ever do this to you ever again.
    “shit, feels so fuckin’ good,” you moaned, your back arching off of the bed. he groaned at the sight of you, and then his eyes trailed down, looking at the slight bulge he could see against your skin.
    “shit baby, see the fuckin’ bulge my cock makes in you? looks so fuckin’ hot. could fuck a baby into you right now,” he said, pressing his hips to yours.
    “yeah? god, you be such a hot fuckin’ daddy,” you whispered back, your hand trailing down your body to lay flat on your stomach.
    “you fuckin’ know it.” he began to thrust into you again, making you cry out. “gonna fuckin’ spill in this pussy and knock you up. and then everyone will know you’re mine.”
    “make me yours, ben. fuckin’ make me yours,” you begged, gripping the sheets with your free hand.
    “gonna make you a fuckin’ milf. everyone’s gonna know i fucked you so good, fucked you right into motherhood,” he grunted, and you nodded, words failing you once again as he hit that sweet spot. he might’ve been one of the most foul mouthed motherfuckers you’d ever met, but damn did he know how to please a lady.
    “gimme a baby, ben,” you breathed, and the look in his eyes as you used his first name made your heart skip a beat. could that have been… adoration?
    “shit, i’ll give you as many as you want. you wanna be a filthy whore and let me cum in you that many times? so be it,” he said, and you smiled. it was a cockdrunk smile, but it filled him with pride. and who knew, maybe he would knock you up, make you a cute little housewife who took care of his kids. maybe he’d finally get a shot at the white picket fence life. but for now, he’d have to settle for fucking your brains out to the point where you’d actually beg for one of his kids.
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misspearly1 · 1 year
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Miss Pearls Kinktober 2022
This is my first Kinktober ya'll and let me tell ya, I am very excited. I'd like to give a very special thanks to Keri, (@absurdthirst - kinktober list), Lua (@starsandskies - kinktober list) and LeeAnn (@the-purity-pen - kinktober list) for providing these prompts. I really appreciate the work you put into creating these for us ❤️
Pre-Warnings (Please Read): There are three fandoms in this Kinktober. (Joel Miller/ Arthur Morgan/Pedro Pascal Characters). All are completed with Female readers (you, Y/N). And lastly, some fics are big with plot, others are small with very little plot. The first fic will be automatically posted tomorrow morning at 7am 🥰
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Day One: Size Difference - Joel Miller
Day Two: Thigh Riding - Arthur Morgan
Day Three: Threesome - Joel Miller & Arthur Morgan
Day Four: Breast Worship/Nipple Play - Marcus Pike
Day Five: Window/Balcony Sex - Javier Pena
Day Six: Sleepy Sex - Frankie Morales
Day Seven: Anal - Pero Tovar
Day Eight: Cockwarming - Ezra
Day Nine: Anonymous Sex - Din D'jarin
Day Ten: Creampie - Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels
Day Eleven: Orgasm Denial/Edging - Joel Miller
Day Twelve: Face Sitting - Joel Miller
Day Thirteen: Spanking - Joel Miller
Day Fourteen: Rough Sex + Aftercare - Arthur Morgan
Day Fifteen: Monster Fucking - Max Phillips
Day Sixteen: Restraints - Marcus Pike
Day Seventeen: Rough Sex - Frankie Morales
Day Eighteen: Accidental Stimulation - Din D'jarin
Day Nineteen: Titty Fucking - Pero Tovar
Day Twenty: Double Penetration - Max Phillips
Day Twenty-One: Daddy/Mommy Kink - Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels
Day Twenty-Two: Lingerie - Joel Miller
Day Twenty-Three: Sex Pollen - Joel Miller
Day Twenty-Four: Sex Pollen - Arthur Morgan
Day Twenty-Five: Lactation/Breeding Kink - Arthur Morgan
Day Twenty-Six: Bath/Shower Sex - Din D'jarin
Day Twenty-Seven: Mirror Sex - Frankie Morales
Day Twenty-Eight: Hate Fucking - Pero Tovar
Day Twenty-Nine: Public Sex - Joel Miller
Day Thirty: Hunter/Prey - Werewolf!Joel Miller
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callsign-phoenix · 1 year
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I wrote this for the kinktober event, I hope you like it!
It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.
Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading and @topguncortez for the gorgeous header!
Kinktober day 2: daddy kink
Warnings: daddy kink, cursing, 18+
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You weren’t a TikTok star but you did like to have fun on the app with your friends, which was why you recorded a handful of videos for them.
It was just harmless fun, some dance moves or mouthing some lyrics, but you wanted to try one challenge on your boyfriend Jake.
You had already done some pranks you had recorded on him and he reacted well, he found it funny if a little silly, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like the attention.
He didn’t know what trend you wanted to try out but he saw your phone propped up on the counter, so he was extra cautious.
Jake was only wearing grey sweatpants that hung so low you could see the top of his dark boxer briefs, but you knew it’d only excite your female and gay friends and followers.
You did some small talk until he gave you a compliment, the statement just mentioned casually, because he honestly believed what he said.
You smiled gently and took an unprofessional glance at the camera before you went on, preparing not to burst out laughing after what you were going to say.
“Thank you, daddy,” you said as nonchalantly as possible, and you saw Jake halt dead in his tracks.
He turned around to look at you slowly, his eyes taking their time to reach yours and his face pretty much expressionless.
You couldn’t help that little giggle that escaped you at his reaction, but his next movement had you breathless.
His eyes only momentarily glanced at your phone before he strode towards you, his hands wrapping around your waist.
He lifted you off of your feet and onto his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, carrying you to the bedroom without a word and not caring that your camera was still recording.
It wasn’t on live anyways.
Jake wasn’t gentle but he knew it wouldn’t hurt as he threw you onto the bed, your body landing in the middle of it as if it had been well practiced.
He growled as he pulled on your clothes, tugging them off roughly enough to be lustful but carefully enough not to hurt you.
Your panties were incredibly damp just by the way he was so collected but raging inside and you quivered when he moved on top of you, caging you in with his arms beside your head.
“Let daddy take care of you, little girl,” he whispered with a voice that sounded an octave deeper, the shivers that ran down your spine were more intense than ever before.
His hand went straight for your clit and you moaned in need.
“Be good for me, baby girl,” he continued to growl, his arousal making it impossible to return to his usual collected voice.
“You fucking tease me, as a joke?” He went on, his thumb drawing circles on your core that sent jolts through your nerves.
It was a little too intense to be entirely pleasurable but you knew he knew that, he just wanted to tease.
“Fucking brat, daddy’s going to teach you a lesson,” he whispered, lowering his lips to your ear to send another shiver through you.
He pulled his hand away from your clit and you thought you could take a breath but he moved quickly, merely lowering his sweats and underwear and pushing into you immediately.
He had known you were wet enough but he still stayed buried in you for a few moments, not moving so you could adjust.
You let out a desperate cry but when you were ready you moved to kiss his collarbone, wanting to press an array of kisses to it.
Jake didn’t give you that satisfaction and instead he moved in harsh thrusts, taking the breath out of you in every push.
You were gasping for air and if you weren’t doing that then you were moaning, merely holding onto him for dear life.
Jake kept cursing under his breath but his stamina was unmatched, he didn’t stray from his rhythm.
All you knew was that you were cumming soon, so you tried to get him there as well.
“Fuck me, daddy, please don’t stop,” you tried to say but it was more of a desperate whimper, and it was the first time Jake twitched involuntarily, thrown off his rhythm by a couple of words.
He tried his best to go on but his thrusts slowed until he came, his fingers once again finding your clit to get you there as well.
He came first but you weren’t far behind, Jake’s head lowering to the crook of your neck as the two of you tried to catch your breath.
When he could breathe normally again he moved to lay beside you and pulled you close, holding your naked body against his and kissing the top of your head carefully.
“I hope that wasn’t too rough, honey,” he whispered but the laugh that left your lips reassured him.
“I want more, daddy,” you teased, but to your surprise you felt him harden again.
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kishibei · 1 year
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a month of debauchery split into 4 weeks. including: fics, drabbles, and headcannons. 18+ read content warnings !!!
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WEEK ONE (OCT. 1ST-8TH)
MIDNIGHT — EREN X READER
CONT: manipulation, loss of virginity, corruption, slight roleplay (in costume).
you thought you'd struck gold becoming friends with your university's most eligible bachelor: eren jaeger. you've never questioned his judgement, so when he suggests you both attend the annual halloween bash, you're all ears. the concepts get crazier each year and rumour has it this year's event includes a "virgin sacrifice" at the stroke of midnight. as any good friend would, eren ensures you dont fall victim to the frat house's weird schemes, only in the way he knows best.
+ CONSUME — SUGURU GETO X READER
CONT: olfactophila, cunnilingus, teasing, edging, (very mild/implied) body worship.
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WEEK TWO (OCT. 9TH-15TH)
WHAT A CREEP — PERVERT SUNA X READER
CONT: perversion, panty thieving, peeping, voyeurism, male masturbation, teasing, man-handling, fingering, mirror sex, dumbification, hate-fuck (?), rough sex.
when your hot roommate offers to do laundry in exchange for a favor, you oblige in a heartbeat! your clothes seem to be returned in perfect condition, except there's one big problem: several pairs of panties are missing ...
TRINITY BLOOD — VAMPIRE HUNTER GOJO + VAMPIRE GETO X READER
CONT: noncon, blood kink, double penetration, vouyerism, humiliation, mind break (?), manipulation, breeding kink, imbalanced power dynamic.
life as a vampire hunter isn't all cracked up to be. when your usual work partner is replaced by gojo satoru: one of the greatest hunters in the world, it isn't long before he begins tactless advances. if things couldn't get worse, you've now been tasked with eliminating suguru getou: a deadly vampire who is at your neck, and all efforts to free yourself from him seem fruitless. when gojo finally comes to your aid, he sees it as the perfect opportunity to make his twisted fantasies become reality.
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WEEK THREE (OCT. 16TH-22ND)
YOKAI STORIES — TRUE FORM SUKUNA X READER
CONT: dubcon, monster fucking, fear play, size kink, forced vouyerism, cuckolding.
playing around with rituals isn't the brightest idea to have on halloween night. so when you and your friends accidentally awaken a violent thousand year old demon (that happens to look a lot like your best friend yuuji...) you're in for a lot more than you bargained for.
+ various drabbles / HCs
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WEEK FOUR (OCT 17-31)
TAG, YOU'RE IT! — STALKER NANAMI X READER
CONT: dubcon, stalking, obsession, fear play, manipulation, questions of morality.
leaving your old life behind was the best decision you'd ever made. you'd successfully evaded your toxic ex, landed a new job in a new city, and things seem to be going well. that is until unexplained gifts begin showing up at your cubicle. the notes attached to them start off silly but now they've grown cryptic. when one of these strange presents wind up at your home, you'll do almost anything to make sure the man you know is responsible gets caught. when the masked man is finally revealed, your feelings about the situation become confused.
+ various drabbles / HCs
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wildbornsiren · 1 year
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Kinktober Day 30: Dirty Talk || Robert “Bob” Floyd/Jake “Hangman” Seresin
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Day 30: Dirty Talk.  Summary: Jake offers to translate some ‘rougher’ language. It doesn’t go the way he expects it to.  973 words. Floydsin (slash) Warnings: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI: dirty talk, public, Someone’s got a filthy mouth.  Notes: It’s not October anymore, I know, but I wanted to finish these. For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.   **Tag list is gone, please follow @wbslibrary​ ** 
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Bob can hear the siren song of his bunk over the chatter of the locker room. He slams his locker closed, turning to shoulder his bag, coming face to face with one Jake Seresin. The grin is ever present, the edges of his eyes crinkled as he toys with the toothpick in his mouth. “Something I can do for you Hangman?” He’s exhausted, sleep tugging on the edges of his mind. “Does anything get to you?” Bob looks away from the intense gaze. “Of course, things get to me, I am human. Despite the rumors that I’m some sort of cyborg.”
“Don’t tell Fanboy, you’d break his heart.” He can’t help the snort of laughter that slips past his lips. “Didn’t think you cared.” “However,” Jake’s hand lands on his chest, solid and warm. “I wanted to offer my help.” “Your help?” Bob doesn’t pull away from the touch, instead he studies Jake’s face. “In case you ever needed words defined. I mean a sweet southern boy like you, isn’t well versed in the rough vernacular that passes for conversation around here.” “Jake.” Bob blinks at him. “You do realize I’ve been in for a few years. I graduated Top Gun. I’m a full-grown man.” “I know, but things can get awfully rough around here. Think of me as your own personal translator.” The grin hadn’t faded. In fact, it had widened. “I’m not awake enough for this conversation.” Bob murmurs. “Listen closely, pretty boy.” His fingers wrap around Jake’s wrist, and with a tug, Jake’s back is against the lockers, penned in by Bob’s body. “When I need you to explain somethin’ to me, I’ll ask.” His voice is even, low, letting some of that drawl creep in softening the edges of his words. “Sound good?” Bob can’t help but smirk at the play of emotions on Jake’s face. “Yeah,” Jake says voice breathy. “I got-got the message, loud and clear.” Bob rests fingers under Jake’s chin, tipping his face up to hold his gaze. “You look like you have questions.” His thumb traces along Jake’s lower lip. “Go ahead and ask.” “I get the message, but I don’t believe you.” Jake says. There’s a tremor in his voice, those cheekbones flushed darkly. “You don’t believe me?” Bob purrs. He leans in, lips brushing the shell of Jake’s ear. “You don’t believe me that I know what I’m talking about, or that I can completely undo you?” “The latter.” Jake says. His head tips slightly, the long column of his throat open and exposed. Bob chuckles softly. “You would look so pretty under me.” He breathes out against Jake’s skin. Bob blinks, looking down when Jake’s hands land on him, resting on his hips, pulling him closer. Jake swallows hard, licking his lower lip, his mouth dry. “You’d like to think I’d be the one on the bottom.” “I know you would.” Bob murmurs, lips brushing along the smooth column of Jake’s throat. He smiles against warm skin when Jake’s head tips, offering more of his neck. “The first time at least,” he sighs against Jake’s jaw, fingertips tracing sculpted cheekbones, thumb rubbing slowly over Jake’s lower lip. “Sprawled out, gorgeous golden skin against white sheets.” Bob’s words ghost against Jake’s jaw, lips. “I’d take my time, want to feel every last inch of you tremble and shake under my hands.” His fingers tease at the hem of Jake’s black t-shirt. “Would you moan for me, or would I have to earn them?” A strangled, soft sob comes from Jake’s parted lips. “Kiss me.” “I will.” Bob replies. “Where though, here?” His fingers brush Jake’s throat again. “How about here?” At the soft spot where Jake’s neck and shoulder meet. “Maybe here,” His palm flat against Jake’s chest. Bob’s lips are millimeter’s away from Jake’s. “Say please.” “Please,” Jake whispers; supplicates, prays. It takes half a second, if that, before Bob’s slotting his mouth against Jake’s. Easy, unhurried, Jake clutching at Bob’s shirt, pressing as close as he can. He can feel Jake’s heart beating hard and fast. Only when Jake moans against his mouth does Bob split the man’s lips with his tongue. He licks into Jake’s mouth deepening the kiss. “Jesus Christ, Bobby.” Jake mutters. “He can’t make you feel as good as I can.” Bob says, his forehead resting against Jake’s breathing the other man deep. It’s all consuming this heat between them, and fuck if he’s not going to stoke the flames higher. “Let me tell you sweetheart, if I get on my knees, it’s not to pray.” He can taste Jake’s aftershave on his skin, liking the way the man’s pulse flutters under his tongue. “I love sucking cock.” Jake’s hips stutter against his, Bob pressing him tighter against the locker. “Swallow you down until you’re spilling down my throat with more of those pretty little sounds.” Bob continues, one hand between them, teasing at the soft skin just under the waistband of Jake’s sweats. Jake chases the touch, body leaning into it, another soft breathy moan coming sliding past his lips. “Maybe even give you a taste of yourself.” Bob chases a droplet of sweat on Jake’s skin with his tongue. The sound that comes from Jake is one that will linger in Bob’s mind for a while. It’s needy, broken, debauched, and it goes straight to Bob’s cock. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” “Yeah,” Jake mutters. Bob untangles himself from Jake, mourning the loss of the other man’s body against his. “You know, I’m not sure I said all that right. If you’re not too busy later, stop by my room. I’d love to have you translate it for me.” “I will.” Jake manages to say. “Payback’s a bitch.” “I’ll let him know you said that Seresin.” Bob chuckles as he picks up his bag. /end
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beomqu · 2 years
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KINKTOBER 2022
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day one → vouyerism / cuckolding ㅡ soogyu
day two → mutual masturbation ㅡ sunghoon
day three → phone sex ㅡ heeseung
day four → car sex ㅡ jake
day five → thigh riding ㅡ taehyun
day six → dry humping ㅡ huening kai
day seven → mirror sex ㅡ yeonjun
day eight → exhibitionism ㅡ jake
day nine → snowballing ㅡ heeseung
day ten → shower sex ㅡ jay
day eleven → roleplay ㅡ soobin
day twelve → ice play ㅡ sunghoon
day thirteen → blindfolding ㅡ jay
day fourteen → blowjob ㅡ huening kai
day fifteen → handjob ㅡ jake
day sixteen → kitchen sex ㅡ beomgyu
day seventeen → degradation ㅡ taehyun
day eighteen → uniform kink ㅡ soobin
day nineteen → choking ㅡ yeonjun
day twenty → praise ㅡ jay
day twenty one → overstimulation ㅡ huening kai
day twenty two → getting caught ㅡ soobin
day twenty three → hair pulling ㅡ beomgyu
day twenty four → food play ㅡ jay
day twenty five → cunnulingus ㅡ heeseung
day twenty six → strenght kink ㅡ sunghoon
day twenty seven → cock warming ㅡ jake
day twenty eight → breeding kink ㅡ taehyun
day twenty nine → fingering ㅡ soobin
day thirty → edging ㅡ beomgyu
day thirty one → sauna sex ㅡ heeseung
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thepaperpanda · 1 year
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♥ KINKTOBER 2022 ♥ Masterlist
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🐼 Hiya! 🐼 We are pleased to present you with our Kinktober 2022 Masterlist ♡
Essential information:
♡ the following post will serve as the masterlist for this event and will be updated with the links upon posting
♡ all works are 🔞 ♡ following the cut you'll find the full list of the fics written for Kinktober 2022
Day 1 - Silent Lovemaking [Peaky Blinders] Day 2 - My Praises [Moon Knight] Day 3 - A Horny Kitten [Dune] Day 4 - The Dragon In The Heat [Genshin Impact] Day 5 - An Aggressive Gentleness [Top Gun Maverick] Day 6 - Time For A Bath [Marvel - Wanda] Day 7 - Mutual pleasure [365 days] Day 8 - A Concept Of Desire [Moon Knight] Day 9 - A Slow Foreplay [Moon Knight] Day 10 - A Steamy Farewell [Dune] Day 11 - “Welcome Back, Baby” [The Falcon and the Winter Soldier] Day 12 - Nothing But a Thrall [Vikings] Day 13 - Blur The Lines [Moon Knight] Day 14 - Solving A Case [BBC Sherlok] Day 15 - A Bit Late For Work [Top Gun Maverick] Day 16 - Live Out A Dream [Demon Slayer] Day 17 - The Train Ride [Bullet Train] Day 18 - Intense disagreements [Star Wars] Day 19 - A Little Messing Around [Scenes from a marriage] Day 20 - “I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed” [Assassin’s Creed Valhalla] Day 21 - Disturbed Slumber [My Hero Academia] Day 22 - Hide Your Phone When You’re Drunk [Moon Knight] Day 23 - Adventure-seeking Spirits [Uncharted 4] Day 24 - Blossomed Like a Rosebud [Dune] Day 25 - Good Morning, Kitten [My Hero Academia] Day 26 - A Good Boss [Triple Frontier] Day 27 - Love Bites [Genshin Impact] Day 28 - “My Little Flame” [Demon Slayer] Day 29 - Smaller Is Better [Genshin Impact] Day 30 - A Second Round May Be Possible [Moon Knight] Day 31 - Between Ice And Flame [Genshin Impact]
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boxofbonesfic · 2 years
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🎃Happy October everyone! 🎃 I am so pleased to be participating in Kinktober this year! Of course I had to put my own spin on it, so without further ado, let me tell you what you have to look forward to this smutty, spooky season! 
Every week during the month of October, I will release three kinktober themed ficlets, no more than 2k words each! I have already created a handy little guide for what (and who) to expect this year! It’s a healthy mix of all the things I love, a little horror, a little dark, a little soft!dark—all the things I’m sure you guys have come to expect from me. Right now, all of the options are crossed out because they aren’t posted yet! As I post them, I will add links to this masterlist, and un-cross the list items as I go! Please remember to mind the warnings and tags, and please, enjoy yourselves! 
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𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹𝓊𝓁𝑒:
Week 1: 
Reflection (Ari Levinson x Reader)
Cut (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Exhibit (Lloyd Hansen x Reader)
Week 2:
Bound (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Size (Thor Odinson x Reader)
Edge (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)
Week 3:
Alpha (Lloyd Hansen x Reader)
Aftercare (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Switched (Andy Barber x Reader, Dennis Baker x Reader)
Week 4:
Taste (Steve Kemp x Reader)
Praise: (Lee Bodecker x Reader)
Beg (Curtis Everett x Reader)
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jessybarnes · 1 year
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Love Dust
Title: Love Dust
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!
Word Count: 2,245
Tags: SMUT, Angst, fluff, sex pollen, kink: harder, find the cure, arguing, sexual tension, minor injuries, masturbation, mutual masturbation, wall sex, unprotected sex, choking, biting, oral sex (female receiving), kissing, multiple orgasms, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it but please let me know if I forgot something.
Written For: @kinktober2022 , @buckybarnesbingo , and @badthingshappenbingo
Square(s) Filled: Sex Pollen for Kinktober // B2 - Kink: Harder for Bucky Barnes Bingo // O1 - Find The Cure for Bad Things Happen Bingo
Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 
"Bucky? Hey, Buck can you hear me?"
You were partnered with the super soldier on the most recent mission, and things started out bad and kept getting worse. 
The two of you didn't really get along, to begin with. Add that to the fact that neither of you agreed with the other's decisions, and well, that's how you ended up here, in this dark, dilapidated room. 
The walls are cement, the floor is concrete, there are no windows, and the only light is coming from a little vent on the wall by the steel door. 
Neither of you is restrained, but you're a hundred percent certain the door is locked. Instead of wasting your time trying to pry it open, you decide to check on Bucky. After all, he's the one with super soldier serum running through his veins, and with his super strength and metal arm, he's your best bet at getting out. 
You crouch down and brush his shoulder-length hair out of his face. He really is beautiful, but you'd never tell him that to his face. He'd never let you live that confession down. 
He's got a pretty gnarly gash above his eyebrow but other than that, he's unscathed. Well, from what you can immediately determine anyway. You gently roll him onto his back and press two fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. 
Okay, so at least he's not dead.
His chest rises and falls and you can't help but run your fingers over his silver hand. The metal is cool and you flatten his palm to look at the intricate grooves. You've always been fascinated with the inner workings and design of his prosthetic, but never had a chance to look at it up close. Until now.
"The fuck are you doing?" 
You jump and scoot back to give him some room, "sorry… you were out cold and I couldn't get you to wake up." 
He raises an eyebrow, "so you decide the best way to do that is to play with my metal hand?" 
"Just shut up and help me get us out of here."
Bucky sits up and looks around. He doesn't remember much other than the stubborn tactics that got the two of you surrounded by Hydra agents. 
He stands and rolls the sleeve of his red Henley up to expose his metal forearm before gripping the door handle. 
"You should probably stand back." 
You roll your eyes, "I'm fine. Would you just do it already? I'm hungry and want to shower." 
He shrugs and gives the handle a hard tug. Nothing happens so he fixes his stance and uses both arms to pull as hard as he can. 
You stand and watch with your hands on your hips. Even though his efforts didn't work it was still nice to admire his back and arm muscles flexing. Just because you think Bucky's insufferable doesn't make him unattractive. You're only human. 
"Good try and all, but I don't think the door's gonna budge." 
Bucky sighs and lowers himself onto the floor again, the back of his head resting against the wall. Out of all the people he could have been trapped in a ten-by-ten empty room with it just had to be you. 
He's honestly not sure what Fury sees in you. Sure you're skilled in combat and can hold you're own on missions. He'd be lying if he said you weren't pretty, but your arrogant personality rubs him the wrong way. It's just like that saying goes, you can't have everything. 
"So, any ideas?" 
He doesn't even bother opening his eyes. 
"Not unless you got a way to bust through that thick, steel door." 
"So, we're just supposed to sit here then?" 
Bucky sighs, a twinge of annoyance hints in his tone. "Well, seeing as there's only us in here, and I'm the only one who would have been able to open the door, I don't see how we can do anything else." 
"That's really helpful," you deadpan. He grunts and you roll your eyes. You watch him from the opposite wall. He's always so nice to everyone else at the compound. Granted he doesn't talk that much or participate in the parties that Tony holds, but he never seems unpleasant with anyone else. So why is he that way with you? 
You can't put your finger on it, and so long as you are stuck in this tiny ass room with him you're going to figure out why. 
"What's your deal?"
Bucky cracks an eye open and subtly tilts his head toward you, "excuse me?"
"Why are you always such a dick to me?" 
He snorts and shakes his head, "I'm not getting into this with you, Y/N. My head hurts, I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood to open this can of worms right now." 
You open your mouth to respond, but before you can a hissing noise catches both of your attention. You look at the vent and begin to panic at the sight of a pale yellow mist flowing out. 
"Bucky? What the fuck is that?" 
"I…don't know…but whatever it is it can't be good." 
He stands and goes to pull on the door handle again, but to no avail. The dust-like substance floats in front of his face and he stumbles back, his body becoming overwhelmed with heat. 
"Bucky?!" 
He collapses onto all fours, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He's hot all over, and even though he hears you call out to him, he can't focus on anything but the thick, molten heat pooling in his groin. 
Once he can finally catch his breath he realizes something else. 
He can smell you. 
Bucky grits his teeth and tries so hard to ignore the intoxicating scent of your arousal. It's surrounding him, and he can't help the tent forming in his jeans. He's hard and leaking, his cock begging to be touched, and it's taking everything in him to keep himself from tearing your clothes off and pounding it into your tight, wet heat. 
You slowly get closer to him avoiding the yellow dust as best as you can. He's doubled over like he's in serious pain, and even though the two of you don't see eye to eye it doesn't mean you want him to suffer. 
Your hand gently touches his shoulder and he immediately whips his head around to look at you, your eyebrows shooting up in shock. 
Bucky's unrecognizable. His skin is flushed, his pupils are dilated, and his nostrils flare as his lip curls upwards. He looks absolutely feral and you aren't sure if it's because he wants to kill you or if he wants to devour you. 
He stands and turns to you, his shoulders moving up and down as he breathes. His fists clench at his sides and he inhales deeply, groaning as he closes his eyes. 
"You smell so fucking good, Y/N…"
"Bucky?" You hold your hands up as he stalks toward you, "please…y-you don't have to do this!" 
He backs you into the wall and plants a hand on either side of you. His face lowers down to yours and you turn your head to cower away. You're unsure what his motive is. Is he going to eat you? Is this some sort of cannibalistic dust that infects the people that ingest it? 
Bucky leans into your neck, his nose dragging along your throat as he breathes in again. 
"Mmm, wanna taste you…"
You push on his chest but it's no use. Trying to move him away is like trying to move a brick wall. 
There's no where for you to go. Bucky's blocking you from the front and the dust is slowly surrounding you from both sides. 
The first flakes of it dance across your face and it's like you've been dipped in a sea of lava. Your back arches off the wall and your panties immediately become soaked through. The throbbing between your legs is so intense that you can't even think straight.
One of your hands slides into your panties and you immediately push two fingers inside of yourself. It does nothing to soothe your need for release, but you just can't stop. 
Bucky growls and nearly tears his own off so he can fist his cock. He thrusts into his hand as he watches you, his eyes wild and primal. 
Your orgasm comes suddenly and you cry out as slick covers your hand. Bucky’s isn't far behind, seemingly endless ropes of cum bursting from his tip. 
Although it felt good, reaching your high did nothing to satiate the unbearable ache in your core. You rub fast circles on your clit while Bucky strokes up and down his still leaking cock. 
"Bucky," you whine desperately, his eyes fierce as he looks down at you, "i-it won't stop…" 
Bucky closes his eyes and swallows hard. He can hear how wet you are and the last shreds of his self control are dwindling away. 
"Buck, please I-I can't… We need to… to find the cure." 
"Fuck!" He growls and drags you down so you're laying on the floor, "gotta taste you, doll. Smell so fucking good." 
At this point, you'd let him do anything if it made you feel better. You lift your hips and he strips you, tossing your clothes somewhere behind him. He spreads your thighs apart and curses under his breath.
"Jesus, you're dripping all over the floor, baby." 
You whimper and circle your clit again, but he swats your hand away. 
"Please!" You beg. "Just please do something. I can't take much mo-OH, FUCK!" 
Bucky dives between your legs like a starved man. He uses his thumbs to spread you open, his tongue diving into your soaked cunt. He's relentless as he licks and sucks your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm. 
You're practically crying from how intense it feels and when he slips his tongue inside of you, it hurdles you over the edge. Bucky doesn't stop, his low groan vibrates through your core and makes you scream and squirt all over his face. 
"Bucky! Bucky oh, my g- oh, fuck! Baby please!" 
He finally lets you go and pulls his face away so he can look at you. His chin is shining from your cum and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen. There's still a dull, pounding heat and your eyes fill with tears as your hand works its way to rub your clit again. 
"B-Bucky…" 
He shushes you and lifts you into his arms, "shh, I've got you, doll. I know, I know it hurts, but I'll make it better, okay?" 
You nod and grab onto his shoulders as he pushes you against the wall. His kiss is needy and rough as his cock stretches your pussy. 
Bucky can't fuck you fast enough. He's never been more feral for anyone than he is right now. His body pins you to the wall, his mouth ravishes your exposed skin in open-mouthed kisses, and the way your velvety cunt pulls him in is intoxicating. 
"Oh, baby," he groans deeply, "you feel so fuckin' good… taking my cock so well…"
"Harder, Bucky!" You cry out and throw your head back, his metal hand coming up to close around your throat. 
"Yeah, princess? You need me to fuck this little pussy harder?" He grips your side with his free hand, his hips pistoning upward with reckless abandon. "I'm gonna ruin you, doll. No one else will ever fuck you like this." 
"Oh, shit! Bucky! I-I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum oh, my god!" 
He squeezes your throat a little tighter and kisses you vigorously, "yeah, that's it, pretty girl…cum…cum all over my cock." 
His words are like a trigger, sending you over the edge for a third time, and it's intensity makes little spots dance in your vision. Bucky's release is right behind yours, his legs shaking as he cums with an animalistic shout. 
Bucky pants wetly against your lips and lets his metal arm slide down to grab your other hip. He turns around and sinks down to the floor with you in his lap, his cock slowly softening inside of you.
Your still shaking as you lay limp in his arms, his fingertips rubbing lightly up and down your back. It's quiet other than your breathing and you realize that you finally feel relief. 
You raise your head to thank him, but before you can, the door is blown off its hinges and hits the wall behind you making you jump. 
Bucky wraps his flesh arm protectively around you and raises his metal one to block the debris. He pulls you off of him and stands to put himself between you and whatever’s behind the dissolving dust. Naked or not, he won't let anyone hurt you. 
"Buck? Oh, thank god we found y-...wait, why don't you have clothes on? What's going on?" Steve gazes from him, to the yellow pollen-like substance on the floor, and back to Bucky. He's thoroughly confused until he notices you behind his best friend. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself. 
"I don't know what happened in here, but whatever it was I'm glad you two aren't at each other's throats anymore. The tension was getting to be too much, so I guess all I have to say is…
It's about damn time."
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lilacliquors · 1 year
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kinktober day twenty two: multiple orgasms
pairing: billy hargrove x reader
word count: 300
notes: here's day twenty two! we're really nearing the end, i can't believe it. and this is i think our first billy request. as always, likes are appreciated and reblogs are highly recommended. happy kinking <3
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his sinful mouth hadn’t left your pussy since he’d gotten his hands on you that night. the adrenaline after the basketball game win was pumping through his veins, and he just needed some kind of a release. he licked and sucked, hands on your thighs in a bruising grip, but it felt too good to make him stop. your hands were in his hair, tugging on it as he continuously brought you to orgasm.
your legs felt like jelly and your palms were sweaty, but there was nothing stopping him. he just needed you, and it felt nice to be needed.
    “oh shit, billy,” you whispered, feeling his tongue lap at your folds. “feels so good.”
    “mhm,” he hummed, giving your thigh a sharp slap. you sighed and relaxed back on his bed, trying to keep your voice down. if his father were to catch the two of you, you were sure you’d never see billy again. but you could feel heat pooling in your stomach again, and it wasn’t long before your thighs were clamped around his head and your hand was over your mouth, muffling your pleasured cries. you could feel him humming and moaning against you, and if you were being honest with yourself, you’d never felt sexier.
    “fuck… gonna cum again,” you whispered, the muscles in your abdomen tensing again.
    “fuck yeah babe. cum all over my face again,” he panted, toying with your clit with the tip of his tongue. you gasped quietly as your toes curled, and another orgasm rocked your body. your back arched from the bed, and when it fell back down, he went right back to work, licking and sucking at your sensitive skin. you weren’t going anywhere for the rest of the night, and that was how you liked it.
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