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Dark Angel | J.M.
Joel Miller x afab!reader
summary: Joel's too soft on you and he finally let's you see the real him.
warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI! porn w a tiny speck of plot, implied age gap, unprotected p in v, vanilla sex gone bad, choking, spitting, oral (both m & f receiving) loads of pet names (you and Joel both refer to him as daddy, pet, baby girl, little girl, slut, stupid, etc etc) playing with rope, bound to the headboard, breath-play, begging x100, rough nasty sexy time, slight arguing, nipple play/smacking, possessive!Joel, face fucking, cum eating/play, swearing, dirty talk, no physical description of reader other than having hair Joel can grab a fistful of and yank. NO USE OF Y/N (let me know if I've missed any.)
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Getting it through Joel’s thick head that you weren’t made of glass and he could be a little rough on you was a job cut out for you. He was always gentle, too gentle at times. Like one time, you had to beg him to spank you while you were on top riding his cock, and he fought you so hard on it. He was scared he was going to hurt you, his sweet baby. Joel always asked if what he was doing was okay, if you were in pain, and as always you had to respond upset at the fact you weren’t in a little bit of pain.
With the growing frustration of not getting handled how you wanted, you figure now was the best time for you to get your way, to see what he was hiding deep inside himself. As usual, Joel was on top of you between your legs with his arms on either side of your head to hold himself up, trying to get inside you just right so he didn’t have to contort your body so much. “God, baby I missed you so much.” He panted as he slid inside you, slowly thrusting and asked if it felt okay.
A grin grew across your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, looking him deeply in his eyes. “Baby, would you maybe choke me? I like that, ya know. I think it’d feel go-”
“No, sweetheart, I-I don’t wanna hurt’cha. A pretty lil angel like you is into that kinda stuff?” Joel’s caught off guard but not enough to stop moving his hips back and forth.
“Yeah, honey. I like that, it’s easy…see, I’ll show you..” Your hand moves down to his neck, giving a tender squeeze, the thrill of maybe getting somewhere with him had rushed straight to between your thighs.
Joel groans in irritation, grabbing your wrist to pin it above your head.
“Baby, c’mon, don’t ruin what we got goin’ on right now. I’m sorry I just don’t wanna hurt you.” He protests and stops his hips from moving but doesn’t take himself out of you.
You roll your eyes at him and shake your head, groaning to cut him off.
“Joel, all I’m asking is for a little bit of a squeeze, not for you to take the air from my windpipe…you did it once before and you’ve never done it again. Why?”
An aggravated sigh falls from his lips and he sits up on the corner of the bed with his hand running along the nape of his neck. “Can we not talk about it, please?”
Why was he running away from talking about this? He wouldn’t even have a conversation about it without shutting down on you.
“Why, Joel? Why not? Stop running from this and just talk to me, I’m not made of glass you know.”
The room falls silent and you tug the thin grey sheet up under your arms, your eyes grazing over Joel’s naked back, his muscles flexing every few seconds.
“I did it once, I was a little rough with you, seeing how much you liked it…it scared me. It scared me knowing how much I liked seeing you whimper and cry, beggin’ me to stop spankin’ your ass because it hurt.”
Joel’s back tensed as he finished muttering his sentence.
This whole time he’s been burying who he really was inside, not wanting you to see how fucked up he really is.
“Jus’..unlocked a whole new way for me to imagine you. Absolutely hopeless and willing to do anything I say or want.”
Hopeless and willing to do anything.
Sitting up and pressing your chest against his back, you hooked your arm around his neck and hugged him, kissing the nape and crook of his neck slowly at first but it turned hungry and desperate in a matter of moments.
“Would you like that, Joel? Clawing at your body to get your cock inside me like a needy little slut?” The words purred against his soft skin made him groan in excitement.
He turned to you, cupping your face gently as he spoke calmly, “do you want me to show you that side of me, baby? I just need to know you won’t hate me afterwards, especially if I hurt you a little too much..”
With Joel’s thumb rubbing your cheek softly, you turn to kiss the inside of his palm.
“Joel, I could never hate you. Show me the real you, daddy.” The words poured from your lips and they were like beautiful string ballads to his ears.
“Are you 100% sure?”
You place your hand on his and nod softly.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything until you.”
Joel gave you a warm smile and without any hesitation, he grabbed your neck roughly and tossed you on your back, sinking into the sea of pillows and blankets.
With every harsh grab at your legs to get you right where he wanted you, he grunted lowly and soon enough he had that devilish smirk you once knew.
“Stay there, be a good pet for me.” A sloppy kiss was pressed to your cheek and Joel dips out of the bedroom, going downstairs for what felt like forever. You could feel your thighs collecting your sticky arousal and it takes every ounce of willpower you have not to touch your aching cunt.
He was back before you could act on your thoughts and in his hands was a bundle of rope, worn and tattered but still strong enough for what he needed it to do.
“D’ya know how many times I’ve thought about tying your ass up and just takin’ you however I wanted? Punishin’ you for that smart fuckin’ mouth you got on ya and the way you think you can talk to me sometimes, the way you wanna argue when you think you’re right and you aren’t.”
Joel’s hands carefully tie your wrists to the headboard and he pulls hard when he makes the knots, small groans escape from him as he does.
He leans back down close to your face as he holds himself up above your body. You can feel his hard cock against the inside of your thigh and all you can think about is how you need him inside you before you explode.
“I know I’m gonna enjoy every single second of this sweet girl… just like I know you will too.” Joel grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back so you have no choice but to look him in the eye and he grins at your slight pain, kissing your forehead before he trails down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin to elicit whimpers from you.
Joel’s mouth finds your left nipple and like a magnet he takes the hard bud in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against it roughly. Your eyes watch him the entire time and your brows furrow in such pleasure, meanwhile Joel’s are peacefully shut as he’s groaning against the pillowy flesh of your tits as he swirled his tongue around your overly sensitive nipple like it's a toy.
Fuck. You were his toy until he was done with you.
“J-Joel-please I need you baby, please.” You were lifting your hips up in his direction to try and get any sort of friction you can against his cock.
Joel’s eyes shoot open and his strong hand snatches your jaw tightly, your nipple popping from his mouth as he squints at you.
“You need daddy’s cock in you that bad, sweetheart?” He coos at you, shaking your jaw a little.
With furrowed brows you nod eagerly at him, muttering yes over and over again.
A glimmer in Joel’s eyes makes your heart race even more than it was, you could practically feel it in your throat.
“Beg for it, little girl.”
Whimpers fly from your parted lips as you muster enough energy to beg him, your wrists tugging harshly at the restraints.
“Please, fuck me-ah-I need you, I need you to fill up my tight pussy and have your way with me until you’re done using me, daddy.”
You swear Joel’s brown eyes shift to pitch black as you whine more and squirm.
“Mmmm, you make it hard to say no to you.”
Joel reaches down and takes two of his thick fingers and forcefully rushes them inside your dripping entrance, looking for your g-spot he was no stranger to.
His eyes fall heavy as he watches your face flush with ecstasy, your mind seeing stars and planets and everything else he was keeping you from for so long.
You were stuttering and moaning for him to go faster and instead, he replaced his fingers with his cock, hitting that spongey piece of flesh harshly.
Your back arched off the bed and he chuckled at you, wrapping his arm around you to hold you against him. Your top half draped over his arm and his mouth finds your nipple once more, lapping at it while he pounds into you.
“Fuck baby-ugh- you feel so good wrapped around my cock like that, stretchin’ your tight little hole out. Tell me who this pussy belongs to, honey. Go on…say it.” He growls and bites your nipple, his groans vibrating on your skin.
“I-it belongs to you, daddy. Fuck- this is your pussy I swear, no one’s ever fucked me the way you have, never. I’m all yours daddy, always.” You could hardly get all your words out before Joel laid you back down, grabbing your hips to lift you up a tad and ram his cock right into you.
With the bed frame bumping the wall, it only made him want to go harder and faster to see if he could put a hole in the spot it was hitting.
“No one is ever gonna fuck you again, you got that? You are mine. Once I’m done with you, you won’t be able to even think about anything else, just worried about the next time my dick will be buried in this sweet little pussy that belongs to me.”
No one had ever been this possessive with you before. Joel had his moments of the occasional man looking at you and him threatening to beat the guy up, but it didn’t even come close to this.
“Daddy I’m-ooh, ssshit-I love y-”
You were cut off by Joel’s hand letting go of your hip and gripping your neck roughly, squeezing so hard you had to stop talking to focus on breathing correctly. His hips pound against the back of your thighs as he squeezes tighter, chuckling lowly as he could see the air slipping further and further from your lungs, the vein in your forehead protruding the harder he applies pressure.
“My sweet little slut, beg me for your life.” As Joel’s eyes look into yours, the corner of his pink lips curl into a sly grin, what a sick fuck.
The tightness on your windpipe made it damn near impossible to choke out the words he wanted to hear, the sobs he was impatiently waiting on.
With tears in your eyes you were so fucked out and unable to glue words together that there was not a syllable coming from your windpipe, just raspy squeaks and moans.
“Didn’t think you could, stupid little girl. Look at’cha. So willing to get this old man to do whatever he wants, don’t even care if you fuckin’ pass out.” A harsh slap to your nipple with Joel’s freehand was enough to make you gasp deeply, your lungs puffing up again.
The burning ball of pressure was deep inside your stomach and you wanted to come so badly, to scream his name so loud everyone would know who was fucking you.
“Fuck baby, you squeeze me so good, makes me wanna come inside ya. Would you want that, honey? Full of my cum to the brim and make you carry my babies?” Joel’s balls smack against you and his groans almost cover the sound but it's still faint and noticeable.
You stopped struggling to get your arms free and your legs wrap around Joel’s waist as you start to shake and come all over him. You sob as your orgasm makes you feel so animalistic, like you can’t control yourself.
All Joel does is go harder, forcing you to feel everything inside and out. His hands run all over your body while his cock rams into you. He’s amazed by you, so enamored the way you sob and shake and beg for him to stop.
“What’s that baby girl? You want me to stop?” He rhetorically asks before slipping out of your pussy with a groan and his tongue latching onto your clit instantly. He sucks your clit into his mouth and moans as he shakes his head from side to side.
“Joooel! Ple-ase please please st-top!” You cry out, your throbbing clit so telling you’re about to come again. Joel licks your clit mercilessly before spitting on it and comes back to your lips, his beard coated in your sweet slick.
Wet kisses of slick and spit cover your mouth and tongue and you can’t get enough. You lick inside his mouth and all over his tongue, getting every last bit of you from him.
“Open your mouth.” He murmurs on your puffy lips and gets off you, standing on the side of the bed, grabbing the top of your head forcefully to turn your face towards him.
“Fill that smart ass mouth with my cock, since you always wanna run it. Well now I’m gonna fill it.” His hands on his hips await you to put his cock in your mouth without hands and the growl Joel lets out when he feels your lips wrap around him.
You moan on him and move back and forth causing his knees to lock and move closer towards you, slightly fucking your face.
“Such a pretty baby while you suck on me like that- fuck, sweet girl.” Joel sucks in air through his teeth as his cock twitches, his hips dip slightly and before you can pull away, Joel’s coming in your mouth. The slightly salty liquid pooled in your mouth as Joel jerked himself off until every last drop was gone. He bends down slowly and closes your mouth for you, pressing your jaw up so you can’t open it.
“Swallow it all like the good girl I know you can be for daddy.” He gets close enough to lick what little was dribbling from the corner of your lips and with watery eyes you look at him and swallow hard.
Joel’s hand pulls down your jaw slightly and you smirk as you stick out your tongue to show it's all gone. His tongue finds yours once more and you moan in each other's mouth, so drunk on lust and love.
“You’ve been holding all of that back from me?” You joke and Joel’s head drops with a chuckle.
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: series masterlist | on the night of graduation, eddie makes good on his promise to you and finally takes your virginity.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (minors dni, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex) praise kink, innocence kink, corruption kink. loss of virginity, possessiveness, everyone in this is 18+ and if you aren't, you shouldn't be reading it!
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: FINALLY managing to get this sequel out! and i have plans for more parts, so keep an eye out for a series masterlist! follow my taglist blog (@cremebruhleewrites) to be notified whenever i post something new!
Being Eddie’s girl was better than you could have ever hoped it could be. Finally, you could kiss him and hold him, just as you had dreamed of for so long. It really was a dream come true.
You told the crew at Hellfire the day after you became official, and you had a few words with Dustin. “If you knew the whole time, why would you pretend like you wanted to know?” you asked.
“I didn’t give him the idea,” Dustin quickly defended himself. “I mentioned something about anonymous love letters, and he must have taken it from there.”
“That’s literally you giving him the idea,” you argued. “You’re infuriating. Anyway, it was Eddie; surprise.”
True to his word, Eddie continued leaving you little love notes in your locker, only now they were written with his proper hand, and he signed his name every time. The shoebox full of letters under your bed grew more and more full, and you adored every second of being Eddie’s.
He was so proud to have you as his girlfriend, and he showed you all the time. His arm was always around your shoulders or your waist, he pressed kisses to your face all the time, he would give you his jacket if you were cold or let you have the last bit of his lunch if you were hungry. He called you a litany of precious names, sweetheart or princess or baby, sometimes choosing “my girl”; every name made you grin.
Eddie had snuck into your bedroom a few times after the first night, but he had kept his word, and he never fucked you. You did try to beg him to, but he was steadfast, not wanting to take your virginity before the right time. Whenever you asked when the right time was, he always shook his head. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But it’s not now, baby. I’ll know it when I see it.”
A month passed together, then another, and soon it was time for graduation. Eddie had managed to finally pass Ms. O’Donnell’s class, and you had been the first he had told the good news to, picking you up and spinning you around. “‘86, baby!” he exclaimed. “My year! What’d I tell you?”
“What’s going on?” you asked. “Eddie, what—”
“I’m graduating!” He exclaimed. “I passed O’Donnell’s final, I’m gonna graduate!”
“Oh my God!” you cried. “Eddie, I’m so proud of you! Oh, baby…” You clutched his face and kissed him deeply, and he held you close as he kissed you back. “But don’t actually flip off Principal Higgins, please. I don’t want you getting in more trouble.”
The day of graduation came, and you pinned your cap to your head as you looked in the mirror in your bedroom. Eddie had come over to get ready for graduation, and he was laying on your bed as he watched you get ready. He was dressed nicely, maybe for the first time in his life, a buttoned shirt and khakis, although he still wore his dirty white Reeboks, but he was still as handsome as ever. “Alright,” you said, deciding your cap was secured. “Come on over, it’s your turn.”
“You come over here,” Eddie smiled. “I’m too comfy on your bed.”
You rolled your eyes jokingly, and you got up from your place at your vanity and carried over a handful of bobby pins to where Eddie was sat, and you smoothed down his frizzy curls as you settled his cap on top of his head. “I’m really proud of you,” you told him, and you opened a bobby pin with your teeth before securing his cap to his hair with it. “You kicked ‘86’s ass.”
“Thank you,” Eddie said with a smile. “It means a lot that we get to graduate together.”
You pouted out your lip at his sweetness, and he quickly swooped in and kissed your pouted lip. “You’re cheesy,” you told him, and he just laughed.
“Well, it’s true,” Eddie told you. “I’m happy to be graduating at all, but especially with you at my side. I love you, princess.”
You knew that Eddie loved you, and he had told you so since before you knew it was him telling you, but hearing him say it was special every time. He said it frequently, but every time felt like the first time. Your heart flipped and your chest warmed, and you hid a smile as you settled another bobby pin in his hair, getting the cap down more securely. He mumbled out an “ow”, and you finally let your smile show. “Sorry,” you told him. “You’re so cute.”
“When? Just now? When I said ‘ow’ because you’re sticking pins in my head?” Eddie asked, and you nodded.
“I love you, you goof,” you told him, and Eddie smiled.
“C’mon, we don’t wanna be late,” Eddie said, standing up quickly, and he grabbed you by your waist and pressed his hand to the small of your back to kiss you quickly. The brims of your caps knocked together as he kissed you, and you giggled.
“Wait,” you started. “Your cap’s not on right—”
“As if I’m keeping this on the whole time.”
Eddie had been right; he had taken the cap off almost the exact moment he was allowed to, after he crossed that stage and got his diploma. Tears were in your eyes as you watched him, donned in the green cap and gown, his hair fluffy at his shoulders as he shook Principal Higgins’ hand and accepted the diploma, and you covered your mouth with a laugh as, just before he stepped off the stage, he flipped a quick middle finger in the older man’s direction.
The crowd had a mixed reaction— the parents gasped and the students all laughed— and Eddie was grinning like a fool when he got back to his seat. He was a few rows in front of you, and he turned to you and gave you an enthusiastic thumbs-up that made your heart warm. You sent him one back, and Eddie looked down at the diploma in his lap with a grin. You could tell that he was proud of himself as much as you were.
Eddie found you after the ceremony ended, hugging you tightly. “Babe, babe, look,” he said, bouncing excitedly. He opened the little folder that the diploma was in, and he grinned at his name written there in fancy fake cursive. “Edward Munson, high school graduate.”
“Oh, Eddie,” you cooed and hugged him, tucking your head into his neck. “I’m so fucking proud of you, baby.”
“And you!” Eddie exclaimed. Your diploma looked exactly like his, only with your name written in that awful cursive, and Eddie kissed you quickly. “You graduated the first time! My smart girl.”
“What’s that saying, third times the charm?” you said, and Eddie’s grin grew. “C’mon, let’s go home.”
“Wait, baby, wait,” Eddie said quickly, and he tugged you close, hugging you again. His mouth nestled right up against your ear, and he whispered, “I wanna take you to dinner tonight. Just you and me.”
“Okay,” you nodded. “I’d like that.”
“Baby, did you hear me?” Eddie asked. His eyes went all big as he pulled out from your ear, and he repeated himself. “Dinner, tonight. Just you and me.”
“Oh!” you gasped as you understood what he meant. Your heart flipped in your chest and you couldn’t help but giggle at the insinuation. You had nearly forgotten his promise to take you to dinner before he fucked you, and your heart raced in your chest at the reminder of it. “O-Okay. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Eddie said softly.
“M-Maybe we could skip dinner,” you suggested, your fingers knotting in your honor society cord. You couldn’t bear to look Eddie in the eye as you suggested it, and you focused on his silly white trainers, as you muttered, “Go straight to dessert, y’know what I mean?”
“I do,” Eddie told you. “Are you gonna be able to come to my place tonight for dessert? Wayne’s working tonight, and I want you to be able to really enjoy dessert, without worrying if your parents will hear.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” you said, and your heart melted at his sweetness. “You’re so good to me.”
“I’m just doing what a boyfriend oughta do,” Eddie shrugged.
“Well,” you told him, and you leaned close to him to swipe a kiss on his cheek. “You’re a very good boyfriend, Ed.”
You had been to Eddie’s trailer a few times before, mostly just to help him study. There had been the one time where his hand had managed to snake up your skirt as you tried to help him study for biology, but, other than that, the trailer was new territory for you. You liked the energy of it, small and comfortable and homely, but Eddie seemed almost nervous to bring you there.
“This is it,” he said, sealing his hands together in front of his body. “Um, bathroom’s that way if you need it… We can watch some TV or something if you want, whatever you need to… To get comfy, y’know?”
You were quick to tug Eddie close to you by his belt, and you laid a gentle kiss on his sweet lips. “I’ll be okay,” you whispered, and Eddie nodded. “Where’s your room?”
“Back here,” Eddie told you, and he took your hand in his as he led you to the furthest back room in the trailer. “It’s messy, I tried to clean it up but, like, I didn’t get very far. Got rid of all the dead cigarette butts, so hopefully it doesn’t smell too bad.”
He was right; the bedroom was just a little chaotic, magazines and various junk scattered over every surface. His ashtray next to his bed was empty, though, even if it didn’t do much to alleviate the smell of cigarettes. But you didn’t care too much, because it was all Eddie. He had seen your bedroom, the only place in the world that was really yours, and now you had seen his. You quickly sat down in his unmade bed, hearing the old springs squeak underneath you, and you gathered your pillow in your arms as you settled yourself on your back.
“Making yourself at home,” Eddie chuckled. “I like it. You look so good like that.”
“Like what?” you asked, and Eddie tugged the pillow from your grip before he climbed onto the bed, resting over you with his elbows by your head.
“In my bed,” Eddie told you, and he swooped down to kiss your lips. You giggled softly as you kissed him back, and you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “Lookin’ all cute and comfy. You look like you belong here.”
“Do I?” you asked, and Eddie kissed you again.
“Of course you do, princess,” Eddie replied. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather see you.”
His curls tickled your face as he kissed you, and you couldn’t help but grin into his kiss. Eddie never failed to make you feel like a true princess, and you loved him for it. It was bursting in your chest to tell him, and you gently bit his bottom lip. “I love you,” you whispered, and Eddie shared your smile.
“God, I love hearing you say that,” Eddie whispered, and his kiss moved from your mouth to settle into your neck. His lips were gentle as he sucked at your neck, and you didn’t even think to chastise him for leaving a mark. You knew that, later, you’d have to lie to your parents and explain away the mark as a burn from your curling iron, but, for now, you enjoyed Eddie’s sweet lips on your neck.
“Taste so good,” Eddie mumbled into your neck, and his teeth caught your skin, earning him a quick yelp. “Sound good too.”
“Eddie,” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his dark curls. You loved his hair, you always had, and you tugged slightly to get him to lift his face from your neck. All that did, however, was make Eddie moan against the damp patch on your skin.
“I’m gonna fuck you so nice,” Eddie whispered. “Make it worth your time, baby, I promise.”
“You always do,” you told him. “M-Make my time worth it, I mean. Like, I love whenever I’m with you, I hate being away from you—”
“You’re blabbering,” Eddie told you, and he laid one last kiss on your neck. “It’s cute, though.”
His skilled hands lightly touched your waist, tangling in the waistband on your skirt, and he kissed your mouth again as he carefully undressed you. Eddie was being so gentle with you, something that he typically did, but it felt more special this time. Something about knowing that you were gonna go all the way with Eddie was igniting a fire in your belly, and your hands hurried to undress him too.
“I love you,” you told him as you shucked off his nice buttoned shirt, and you were quick to touch every tattoo he had, kissing the ones on his chest and lifting his arm to your mouth to kiss at his puppet master tattoo. Eddie sighed, almost a moan, and he watched you with big, greedy eyes as your hands fell down to his belt.
“C’mere,” he mumbled, and he used his strength to turn you over so that he was underneath you, his hips slotted perfectly between your thighs. He settled himself up against the wall and watched you for a moment as you adjusted your weight, and he pushed his hair behind his ear as his own hands went to unbutton your shirt.
You had done these motions countless times with Eddie, kissing and undressing, but something about this specific moment made you grab at Eddie’s wrist to stop him. “Wait,” you said softly. “I-I’m nervous.”
“Oh, princess,” Eddie whispered gently, and his hands instantly left your shirt. “Do you not wanna do this? We don’t have to.”
“No, no, I want to,” you said. “I’m just nervous.”
“Alright,” Eddie said, and his hands gently touched your hips. “What’re you nervous about?”
“I don’t know,” you admitted. “Just that… I don’t know. Like, you won’t like me as much afterwards or something, that it’ll hurt, just dumb little things.” You picked at a thread on your skirt as you mumbled out your words, and Eddie was quick to capture your hands in his.
“I’ll make sure it won’t hurt,” Eddie told you. “I’m gonna prep you really good, it won’t hurt, I promise. And as for me liking you less, that’ll never happen. You are stunning, and you’re funny, and you’re smart and kind, nothing is going to change. In fact, I’m gonna love you even more. Okay?” You nodded, taking a deep and steadying breath, and Eddie gave you a crooked smile. “Good, good… Can I kiss you again?”
You nodded quickly, your anxiety at least partly alleviated, and Eddie moved forward and sealed your lips again. This time, his kiss was hungry, his tongue prodding at your lips as you wiggled in his lap, and he groaned softly against your mouth. “Fuck, baby,” he whispered. “You’re right on my dick.”
“Sorry!” you squeaked quickly, but Eddie’s hand was quick to lay flat against your back, keeping you from moving away.
“No, princess, that’s not bad,” Eddie said. “You’re just moving right on my dick and it’s getting me hard.”
“Oh,” you said softly. “Okay. Sorry.”
“What’re you apologizing for?” Eddie asked. “Keep doing it… It feels so fuckin’ good.”
While you and Eddie had experimented before, this felt new and different, knowing that you were working up to having sex. A fun tingle appeared in your belly as you rocked your hips down on him, and Eddie sighed. Between your legs, you could feel a hardness in his pants, and you bit your lip as a smile overtook your mouth. “You like that?” you whispered.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” Eddie moaned. “Feels so good, you have no idea…”
You did have an idea of it, though. Every pass of his clothed erection on your panties was a spark, and you were worried that the fire would spread too quickly to get anything meaningful done. “Eddie,” you moaned softly, and his hands cemented themselves on your waist. “Eddie, fuck me, please.”
“You don’t have to beg,” Eddie chuckled. “Although it sounds damn nice when you do.” With that, he turned you again so that you laid underneath him, and he kneeled above you as you undressed. Eddie littered kisses on your face once your shirt was up and over, and his own hands went to his pants, finally unbuttoning them and unzipping them. His cock spilled forward, held in only by his boxers, straining against the fabric, and your mouth watered.
You had never seen Eddie’s dick before. Every time he snuck into your room and pleasured you, he never worried about himself, and you could only imagine the way he tugged his cock once he was alone, and excitement filled your chest as Eddie wriggled around, getting his pants down his thighs and off. He kicked them off the side of his bed, and he delved back down to you, kissing your neck again.
“Eddie,” you moaned gently, your naked legs wrapped around his waist, and he jerked his hips up, pressing his clothed dick right against your weeping pussy. Your wetness smeared on the fabric, and the vein on Eddie’s neck stood out as he clenched his back teeth.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered. “This is gonna be so fuckin’ good, look at how wet you are…” His fingers gently glided up your slit, collecting your slick on his fingertips, and he offered his fingers to, letting them touch your mouth. “You wanna taste yourself?”
Curiosity overtook you, and you opened your mouth to accept his fingers. The taste wasn’t anything special— really, you tasted his fingers more than you tasted your arousal— but Eddie’s reaction of flushed cheeks and quiet moans made the experience worth it. “Just like that,” Eddie mumbled, his big eyes drinking in the sight of you underneath him.
You still wore your panties, and Eddie was quick to rectify that, using his free hand to tug them down your legs and off altogether. For a moment, he paused and looked at your panties in his fist, and he pressed them to his face, taking a deep breath of them. “You smell so good,” he told you, pulling his fingers from your mouth with a pop. “Good enough to eat. Do you want me to eat your pussy, baby?”
“Please,” you whimpered, and Eddie was quick to slink down your body, kissing at your tits and belly as he passed down. Finally, his breaths hit your wet cunt, and you whined softly as you grabbed a handful of his hair.
“Good girl,” he whispered, letting his nose nudge your clit. You knew all about this, even if you had never done it before, and you took a deep breath to calm your heartbeat as a shock of electricity rocketed up into your brain. You had played with yourself before, Eddie had even done it to you, but the first swipe of his tongue on your clit was like nothing you had ever felt.
Your hips involuntarily jerked down into the bed, trying to escape the throbbing pleasure, and Eddie laughed. “Oh, you’re gonna love this,” he told you, his hands snaking up to open your thighs for him, and he went to work, licking a broad stripe up your pussy folds.
He wasn’t neat and clean about the way he ate you out. He was messy about it, spit and arousal coating his chin as he went to town on you, letting his teeth and tongue do the work to drive you closer to your release. Your back arched and you squirmed in his strong grip as he sucked hard at your clit, and those damn big eyes of his lifted up to look at you through his eyelashes.
“Fuck, Eddie,” you moaned, and he released your clit in favor of licking at your wetness again. “More, baby, please, more.”
Eddie pulled back from your pussy, his eyes still fixed on your face, his lips glistening with your arousal, and he worked up a mouthful of spit and quickly spat at your pussy. You shivered as you felt cover your throbbing clit and clenching hole and, somehow, as his eyes fixed on your pussy, you felt more exposed than ever before. “Aw,” Eddie cooed. “She likes being spit on, huh?”
Your head fell back with a sigh as Eddie leaned forward and continued to eat your pussy, shaking his head as he licked at your folds. Every sensation felt new and different, and his moans reverberated up your spine and into your head. You felt dizzy, and you held onto his hair for dear life as he sucked at your leaking hole. “Eddie!” you squealed, your hips bucking up into his mouth.
“Good, baby, good,” Eddie laughed. “Fuck my face, princess, just like that.”
“Need you,” you whimpered, your hips jutting up and into his mouth again. He held his tongue out and happily let you ride his face, and Eddie’s mouth clamped onto your pussy and sucked hard at you. You gave him another squeal as heat curled itself in your belly, and Eddie rubbed soothing circled on the meat of your thighs.
“How do you need me?” Eddie asked. “Tell me, baby, you want me inside you?”
“Yes!” you cried. “Please, Ed, please, I need you!”
“Aw, you said please,” Eddie chuckled, and he released from your pussy finally. You felt sticky and gross with the mix of spit and arousal that coated your skin and hair, but Eddie looked pleased with himself at the state you were in. “You’re so cute, baby. Let me get a condom, make yourself comfy up on the pillows.”
“No!” you whimpered, grabbing his wrist tightly as he rose from his place. “D-Don’t, I…”
“Don’t what, princess?” Eddie asked, and his dark eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t… Get a condom?”
You nodded, biting your lip nervously. “I mean, I-I trust you,” you said. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Y-You can… You can fuck me raw, if you want.” The words felt so wrong and foreign coming from your mouth, and Eddie’s face fell.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I mean, are you on the pill or something?”
“Well, no,” you began. “But I can get a morning after pill or whatever. Right?”
“Yeah, you can,” Eddie said slowly. “Alright, baby, if you say so. But, remember, if we start and you end up wanting it, it’s really no trouble, alright? If you change your mind, I won’t be upset.”
You nodded, and Eddie finally started to tug down his boxers. You watched greedily as his cock jumped forward once released, coming up to rest against the hairy patch on his tummy, and your breath caught in your throat. His cock was beautiful, long and thick, flushed just a tinge pink, already weeping at the head of him.
Eddie moved closer to you, his hands reaching down and taking yours, and he leaned forward and swiped a kiss on your mouth. “You ready?” he asked softly, his eyes wide and full of concern.
You nodded silently, squeezing his hands, and you whispered, “I’m ready, Ed. Make love to me.”
“God, that sounds good,” Eddie laughed. One of his hands fell off of yours and went to his mouth, and he spit into his palm before rubbing his cock, smearing precum and spit all over himself. He laughed lightly and mumbled, “Ran out of lube, sorry…” and he touched the burning head of his cock to your slick hole.
“Ran out?” you repeated with a laugh.
“I jerk off a lot,” Eddie told you, his cheeks turning pink with embarrassment, and he slowly split you on his cock. The feeling was like nothing you had ever felt before; painful, yes, but so entirely beautiful and amazing. Your eyebrows furrowed and you let out a quiet sound of pain, and Eddie shushed you gently, reaching up to gently touch your cheek. “I know, baby, I know it doesn’t feel great. I’m sorry, I should’ve prepped you better…”
“No, no, you did good,” you told him. “I love it, just… Feels weird, I guess.”
“I’m sorry,” Eddie said softly. He leaned forward and kissed you as he slid further inside you, and you whimpered against his lips as the spongy head of his cock slid against that spot inside you. “I’m so sorry, baby—”
“Feels so good,” you whispered breathlessly, and Eddie stopped his own words in their tracks. “More, Eddie, please.”
“Alright,” Eddie chuckled, and he kissed you again. He slid inside you easily, the mix of spit and precum and your arousal making your hole and his cock slick, and you grabbed at his hair and tugged him into a deep kiss as he settled fully inside you, his heavy balls touching your cunt. Your pussy throbbed around him as he stilled to let you get used to the feeling, and he moaned deep into your mouth. “Fuck, squeezing me and shit… You’re so pretty, princess, I love you.”
“I love you too,” you told him, and Eddie smiled.
“Your pussy certainly loves me,” Eddie said, looking down at where your bodies met. Slowly, he rocked his hips back, withdrawing from you, and then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you again, and you moaned at the feeling.
“Fuck,” you whimpered. “Eddie, please, more, please…”
“You’re cute when you beg,” Eddie told you with a smile. “I’ll give you more, sweetheart, don’t you worry.” With that, his hands came to hold your waist, and he started to fuck you. His pace was slow at first, letting you adjust to the feeling of his hard, rigged cock, and he smiled and bit his lip as you grabbed at his shoulders.
“Eddie,” you moaned. It felt like the only word you knew was his name, your eyes closing blissfully as his thrusts became faster, and your breath caught in your throat as he touched that spot inside you again. “Ed! Fuck!”
“I know, baby, I know,” Eddie whispered, and you quickly shook your head.
“Feels good,” you choked out, and you opened your eyes to see Eddie’s big grin. He looked as happy as you felt, and you smiled up at him. “Hi there, handsome.”
“Hi there, gorgeous,” Eddie told you, and his tongue poked through his lips as he focused for a brief moment on fucking you. His cock slid in and out easily, bolts of pleasure rocking your pussy and body with each thrust, and your fingernails dug into his shoulder as you moaned.
“Fuck,” you whispered. “Does sex always feel this good?”
“With the right person, yeah,” Eddie told you. His chest was flushing red as his thrusts became faster, and the bedsprings underneath you squeaked with every thrust. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, I can tell you right now.”
“Really?” you asked. “How many, umm… How many girls have you fucked before me?”
Eddie sighed, and he fell onto his elbows above you, his arms wrapping tight around you. “Two,” he said. “Both of them were back when I was a senior… The first time, I mean. I…” He laughed softly. “I don’t even remember their names. Some girls from the music scene, I don’t know. I don’t know if I ever knew their names.”
“Oh, Eddie,” you whispered, your heart sinking.
“But it’s alright,” he told you. “You joined Hellfire that year, and… Baby, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. You were so gorgeous, even back then, and I… I really fell head over heels for you. I did. And it wasn’t until now, with Dustin and the letters and everything… I never imagined I’d actually have you, and now I do. Everything’s alright now, because I have you.”
“Eddie,” you whispered. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
“I love hearing you say that,” Eddie chuckled. “I love you too, darling, you’ve got me for all eternity.”
“That’s a long time,” you giggled, lifting your hips up to meet his.
“Then, you know I’m serious,” Eddie said. “Forever and ever, princess, I’m all yours.”
It didn’t take much longer for you and Eddie to finish, that delicious heat rising and rising in your belly until you were clutching him tightly and crying his name. You were glad that Eddie had the forethought to do it at his place, because you knew that there was no way you would have been able to stay quiet enough to not arouse suspicion from your parents.
Eddie came quickly after you did, filling you up with his release, and he was quick to recover and get you his discarded shirt to clean up with. You laid in his bed as he got up from bed and stretched his arms over his head, and you admired the way his muscles flexed under his inked skin as he found clean clothes in his small closet.
“Eddie?” you started as he returned to you, and he helped you sit up and he tugged a shirt over your head for you. You grinned down at the handmade Corroded Coffin t-shirt that covered your body, and you giggled as you fought to grab your panties. “Eddie, c’mon, I’m serious, I wanna talk to you.”
“Alright,” he said, sitting down next to you. He had slunk himself into a pair of plaid pajama bottoms, his firm chest and belly open to your eyes as he reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a hairband, and he started to put his hair up as he widened his eyes at you, prompting you to speak.
“I, umm,” you started. “You… I know I’m only going to Indianapolis for college, it’s not that far away, but… But long distance, I, um… I’m just scared.”
“Okay,” Eddie mumbled, the hairband held between his teeth. He snapped it around his fingers, and he added, “Are you scared we’ll break up when you go to college?”
“I’m just scared of the distance…” you started. “Yeah, maybe it makes the heart grow fonder, but what if it doesn’t? What if we… What if we don’t survive it?”
Eddie finally finished putting his hair up, and he scooped you into his arms and settled you above him again, your thighs parted around his waist. “We will,” he said. “We’ve survived so far, haven’t we? I’ll come up whenever I can, and there’ll be breaks from school that you’ll come home to Hawkins. We’ll see each other.”
“But what if we don’t?” you asked. “I mean, it’s easy to say all of that now, but what if we don’t survive it? I can’t live without you.”
“And that’s why we’re gonna survive,” Eddie told you. “Because I can’t even bear the thought of you going home tonight and not being with me. My heart hurts whenever you’re not here, and I… I know that we’ll be alright. Okay?”
You nodded, and Eddie’s big hand touched your cheek. “Good,” he said softly. “Stay for just a few more minutes.”
“I’ll stay all night,” you told him, and you kissed him gently, tasting his lips one more time. “Let me call my mom and tell her I’m sleeping over.”
“You’re gonna tell her?” Eddie chuckled.
“Of course not,” you giggled. “I’ll say that Dustin and Jeff and Gareth are staying over too, something about getting ready for D&D on Friday.”
“You’re so cute when you lie to your parents,” Eddie said, pinching your cheek, and you rolled your eyes. “I love you, stupid.”
“I love you too,” you told him. “Stupid.”
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Question, so how are things with the A prince and his baron given what we have seen of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss? Are you planning to continue it, rewritting it according to what we've seen in both shows or just its gonna stay like that? No pressure to answer and of course its your story after all so you get to decide what to do with it
Hullo, anon! I’m happy to answer any questions for any of my WIPs. 💞 Regarding A Prince and His Baron and its status:
Question, so how are things with the A prince and his baron given what we have seen of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss?
It’s still waiting its turn! Because I’m a multi-WIP writer across several fandoms, just so it’s fair to everyone who’s been patiently waiting for whichever fic it is from me, I’m responsibly going down the masterlist of story updates (which I’d pinned on my tumblr). The schedule was intended to be rotational, so I’m trying to stick to updating 1 chapter per story going down the list before circling back to the top. So unless I get hit by a strong burst of inspiration, P&B ch5 should be updated after The Untold Tale ch6. So keep an eye out for that! A key hint, the content on my tumblr blog & twitter usually reflects which fandom I’m working on that corresponds to the WIP currently being updated. So if I start posting/tweeting a lotta Hellaverse stuff, y’know I’m working on P&B. Once it’s P&B’s turn, I’ll be posting more chapter sneak peeks. ;)
I don’t remember if I ever tweeted it or posted a sneak peek here—it might’ve been buried underneath my threadfic updates for another fandom—but after watching Hazbin Hotel S1, I felt a lil inspired and broke my rule of usually hardcore immersing & pigeonholing myself to the fandom of whichever WIP I’m working on (which is currently Truce ch3). I sneakily wrote a bit of P&B ch5 based on what I’d seen and tweeted/posted a sneak peek of what I added to the upcoming P&B chapter. But in case my memory exists in delulu land, haha, here are some screenshots from the Google Doc itself 🤫:
This is during the time when I wrote a short Chaggie threadfic (tumblr / twitter) and broke out my ol’ tablet to draw a shippy Chaggie fanart as a watcher enthusiastically celebrating the show airing, haha. P&B might not be ready yet but this was my small way to show support. And y'all can thank the 2024 Hellaverse Collab artists project for getting me in the mood to make my next 900 followers celebration illustration involving Vox and Alastor (it's a bit special to me because it's my first time illustrating Alastor and, y'all don't know this, but I'd liked Alastor from the pilot ep, which was what led into getting into Helluva Boss and later to me creating P&B in the first place as a fan's small contribution, to show my support for the creator's landmark creative endeavor).
Are you planning to continue it, rewriting it according to what we've seen in both shows or just its gonna stay like that?
It's still being continued! And it is definitely going to stay as it is, ah. No rewrites! Fortunately we only have 4 chapters so far so I didn't have to change much to be honest, of the few things I'm willing to change.
I'd answered an Ask regarding this awhile back (you'd have to comb through my Tags Masterlist) but the tl;dr is: Given what I've seen thus far, I'm going to be taking inspirations from both shows and ignoring certain canon things (like the mystery about Lilith being gone and Eve possibly having impersonated her (I already wrote that Lilith helped write the royal invitation to Blitzø in P&B so…whelp, sorry, but I’m not changing what’s already written especially because there is a huge chunk of paragraphs solely dedicated to it) as well as Blitzø’s and Stolas’ childhood friends aspect, because that contradicts the entire driving force of the fish-out-of-water meet cute in my story where they meet in the prologue as complete strangers—and we'll see them fall in love with each other as the story proceeds despite the political machinations of Hell's upper crust society and the challenges awaiting them). It's the reason why I made A Prince and His Baron into an AU to be safe; this way, once something later revealed to be canon contradicts what's written in the story, it's an AU. So it's fine. Otherwise, and I'm being honest, I get demotivated to continue a fic if I face the herculean task of...like, having to change details across 15 chapters just so it's canon accurate. I don't have the time for that. For small changes though, like the pilot surname of "Magne" changing to Amazon Prime confirmed "Morningstar" surname, that's fine. It's just a matter of pressing Crtl+F and doesn't require a HUGE rewrite. :)
The way I want y'all to think, going into P&B, it's an Alternate Universe. If there are any references to canon, like all my WIPs that are AU in concept, those are lil canon Easter Eggs I sprinkle in for funsies. And anything not canon (like Stolas being a wee more debonair/ manipulative and politically savvy in my fic (Blitz's first impression), but behind that Stolas is still a bookish, sweet and dorky royal gentleman as Blitz will come to find...so that's a wee closer to the Stolas in canon), my veering away from canon is done on purpose to tell a story. So, y'all, don't come at me if something's not canon in A Prince and His Baron, haha. I can't read Viv's and HB writers' minds! The most I can do is try to keep up to date with the kernels the Spindelhorse team mention on Twitter, and keep up with both shows to see the direction they're going in (this way I can borrow canon characters instead of creating OCs and I can get a more accurate grasp on their personalities instead of guessing due to the lack of material at the time).
I'll be excited to be back and continue P&B once we get to its turn! Boy, do I miss that world. And, boy, do I have so many exciting things I want to share with y'all.
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| 🎃 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 🎃 |
↪ ✦ spells ✦
this chapter pairing; wizard!hoshi x reader
genre&warnings; wizard!hoshi, softdom!hoshi, oral(fem receiving), virgin!reader, fingering, good ‘ol lighthearted fucking😩, squirting.
notes; lets be real hoshi with magical abilities would be chaos kjdfhkdf🥴 also I know, I know, I wish I could hyperlink the previous chapters into each post but tumb1r rly seems to fuckin hate my account and hides my posts from tags for no reason as it is and RLY hates it when I start hyperlinking posts with the same links so I'll just try to keep my series masterlist updated from here on out!! you can also find my monster mash fics with the hashtag monstermash!svt on my blog!🎃💕 Thank you as always for your continued interest and see you tomorrow~! 👻
word count; ~2800
chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x - x
boy you put your spell on me, there’s something about you;
‘cause even in the sleepless nights, i’m thinkin’ about you.
well i think it’s magic with you,
oh i think it’s magic.
yeah i think it’s magic with you.
You’ve known Soonyoung since the two of you were kids.
He played with you in the lavender fields and kept you company on rainy nights when the thunder scared you out of your wits.
Soonyoung lived in a cottage on the outskirts of the town now that the two of you were adults and he preferred to keep to himself; all things considered.
The townspeople weren’t really too fond of Soonyoung’s kind -- rumours of the magical beings causing havoc and destruction more prevalent than anything else.
And for that reason alone, you most often offered to help Soonyoung gather necessities from the town and in trade, he would let you hang around his cottage while he would work on restoring old spell books. He almost never actually cast any spells or showed you anything he could do with his magic, but you were patient and understanding of his uncommon situation.
And not only do you know Soonyoung, but you liked Soonyoung.
Even though he seemed quite oblivious to the fact.
You shake your head in thought, picking out a few more apples and adding them to your basket before you start the long walk towards Soonyoung’s cottage.
You soon see the smoke billowing from the chimney of Soonyoung cottage; jogging up the steps as you fish for the spare key he’d given you.
When you enter, the smell of cinnamon and old books welcomes you in like it’s your own and you immediately head for the kitchen to start setting aside the groceries you’d gotten. “Soonyoung!? Where are you?” You yell, giving it a second for him to respond. You’re met with silence, confusion written all over your features.
It was quite unlike Soonyoung to be missing when he knew you were coming.
You look around the kitchen, finding a warm kettle filled with tea. He must’ve just stepped out for a second.
Shaking your head, you reach for a cup on the countertop, fixing yourself a cup of tea as you wait for Soonyoung to come back from wherever he had gone. You take a sip, sighing in contentment at the warmness that floods your system.
You quickly down the rest of the cup, setting it back onto the counter as you make your way towards his bedroom in hopes of finding him.
“Soonyoung? Where are you?” An odd feeling washes over you the further you walk into his house, unable to find a single hint of where he could be. He was almost always in the living area or the kitchen when you came by.
You knock on his bedroom door as you call out his name again; still not getting a reply back even when you slowly pry the door open.
He’s nowhere to be found, so you take a seat on top of his bed, brows furrowed. Where on earth?
You decide to lay down for a second, removing your shoes and outer clothes before resting your head on the pillow.
Surely Soonyoung wouldn’t mind, seeing as he’s not even here.
Your eyelids feel heavier than usual; yawning loudly as you get comfortable.
When you wake up, you don’t know how much time has pass or if time has passed at all.
All you know is that it’s unbearably hot.
“Wh--what…” You mumble, sitting up as you wipe the sweat from your brow. A soft moan floats out of your mouth, body filled with a certain warmth you only knew when you were thinking about Soonyoung late at night.
“What is going on…”
You clench your jaw, hiking your dress further and further up until you can run your fingertips over your clothed cunt; finding yourself already soaking through the material as it sticks to you like a second skin. “What---”
A sharp door slam knocks you out of your confusion as you hurriedly push your dress down. You hear Soonyoung yelling your name a second later, biting your lip to keep in the noises that threaten to spill from your mouth.
What was going on!?
Soonyoung comes to view as he steps into the doorway; a crimson blush on his cheeks when he finds you in his bed.
“What did you do?” He whispers, barely loud enough for you to catch it.
“S--Soonyoung…” You whimper, unable to keep your voice straight as another gush of wetness pools in your panties. “I--s--something’s weird…”
“Did---did you drink… the tea in the k-kettle…” You nod shakily, tears pooling in your eyes. “I---was I not s-supposed to?”
Soonyoung exhales harshly as he steps into the bedroom, closing it behind him as he sits across from you on the bed. “How much did you drink of it?”
“A--a cup…?”
“A whole cup?”
“Y-yeah…”
Soonyoung grimaces, “That was… an aphrodisiac. I--I used my magic to make it stronger, I didn’t think---I didn’t think it’d work…”
Fuck.
You let out a small mewl, thighs rubbing together underneath your dress. “Why were you m-making that, S-Soonyoung?”
A blush coats his cheeks, suddenly embarrassed. Why exactly?
“No reason, I just---I got curious. I wasn’t… expecting you so early so I stepped out to get more herbs from Minghao’s garden. I was supposed to have it set away before you came.”
A tense silence falls over the two of you, neither of you making a move. Soonyoung clears his voice a few moments later, “I---I might be able to undo it with a spell but I’m not sure if it’ll work. I never tried it before and---and I don’t really know how to fix this, if I’m being honest.”
This time it’s your turn to blush, desperation clear on your features when you lock eyes with the said male.
“Can---can you h-help me… Soonyoung?”
He feels his cock throb in his pants, hands balling up into fists in his lap. “I--I can’t do that to you. You don’t even see me that way and I… I’ll go through the spell books, there has to be---”
“God, please! Soonyoung, I need you! Please, I-if it’s… If it means anything to you, I--I do like you…”
He clenches his jaw, taking in your blown out pupils and flushed cheeks. “You… like me?”
“I--yes… For a while now, actually.”
“And you didn’t say anything?” He asks, fingertips itching to strip himself of his clothes. “I guess I shouldn’t pry. I didn’t say anything either, did I sweetheart?”
Sweetheart.
Your heart pangs in your chest at the sudden pet name, thighs clamping together harder when his voice drops an octave. “Soonyoung, please…”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
This wasn’t necessarily Soonyoung’s ideal situation when it came to telling you his feelings.
He would’ve much preferred something romantic and not you accidentally downing one of his experiments.
“Ah, Soon---Soonyoung, more, m-more!” Your hips buck up, trying to get him to go faster. He slowly flicks at your clit with his tongue, using his hands to keep your body firm against the sheets. “Stop moving, or I’ll stop, sweetheart.” A choked cry bubbles past your lips, fingers itching to lock into his soft hair. He senses your urges, lips settling into a grin when he stops to look up at you.
“Say, you’re always complaining I never show you any of my magic.” He starts, “I’ll show you something really cool.”
He mumbles words you can’t seem to catch and in an instant, you feel your arms pinned to your sides and a pressure on your hips that keeps you still. “I didn’t think I’d need to use that spell quite like this but…” Soonyoung chuckles under his breath, leaning back down as he goes back to flicking your clit with his tongue.
“But---but Soonyoung… Please… Your f-fingers…”
“Oh? Do you want me to use my fingers while I make you feel good with my tongue?” You nod, licking your chapped lips when he stares up at you from between your legs. You had to get him to do more somehow.
“Y-yeah… I--I use my fingers all the time when I’m thinking about y-you…” That should do it.
Soonyoung goes rigid, cock throbbing against the sheets underneath him. “You… what?” You whimper, struggling against the invisible spell that binds you to the bed. “Mmhmm… I’d--I’d show you but I can’t… So you have to…” He shakes his head, bringing his fingers to his mouth before he wraps his lips around them. He makes sure they’re significantly wet before he positions two at your entrance.
“You really got me there, huh, sweetheart?”
A high pitched whine falls from your lips when he starts to sink in his digits; your wetness making it easy for him to sink them knuckle deep on the first try. “Oh, god! Soonyoung!” He’s mildly shocked at how wet you are and how tight your pussy is around his fingers, but he quickly finds a pace you like as he starts thrusting his fingers inside of you. “So you think about me? What exactly do you think about?”
He curls his fingers, watching your lips part in a silent scream when he grazes against your g-spot. “Sweetheart, I asked you a question. I expect a response, okay?”
“I---s--sometimes it’s just, mmh, like---like this… With your fingers deep inside me, making me feel so g-good… But--but sometimes, ah, I--it’s me on your l-lap…” You pause, abdomen tightening with each passing second. “You’re usually really s-sweet in my imagination but…”
“But?”
“But some--ngh, sometimes you… punish me t-too… when I go through your things without your p-permission… Mmh, and---and sometimes you use your magic, just like thi--this to keep me in my place... Oh, god, Soonyoung please, I’m so close!”
He grits his teeth, thumb on your clit in an instant. “Oh? So you want me to use my magic to make you feel good? Okay.” Grinning, he focuses some of his energy into the pad of his thumb; rubbing harsh circles on the swollen nub as you cry out.
It felt like electricity was coursing through your body, tingles going up and down your spine as you cum hard on his fingers. Soonyoung’s name rolls off of your tongue and he can’t help but watch and think how pretty you were when you were cumming.
“Cute.”
Soonyoung recites a spell in the midst of your orgasm and you feel your body go slack when the invisible restraints finally free you. He sits up, slowly pulling his fingers from inside of you and he brings them to his mouth, licking off your wetness as you watch him through teary eyes.
“Soonyoung, I’m still…”
“I know, baby.”
He repositions himself between your legs, spreading your legs wide. “If it hurts---”
You groan loudly, reaching down as you hold yourself open for him. “Soonyoung, I bet you could just slide right in with how soaking wet I am… Look at me...” He shoots you an amazed look as he freezes momentarily.
“I---what did that aphrodisiac do to you, baby?” Soonyoung wraps a hand around his cock, spreading the precum down his shaft as he positions himself at your entrance. “Seriously though, just tell me if it hurts, okay?” You nod in return; letting your arms rest at your side again.
Soonyoung slowly inches his cock into your tight cunt, a groan on his lips at how tightly you were already clenching around him. “Oh, fuck…” He whispers.
He bottoms out in a single motion, slow and steady. The head of his cock taps against your g-spot and you find yourself chasing another orgasm as he lets you get used to his size.
“Please, move!” You cry, squirming underneath him. He tsk’s you in return, leaning over as he grips your thighs. “Baby, don’t make me bind you again. You’re doing so well for me already.” He draws his hips back before thrusting in, starting a moderate pace when he notes that you’d already gotten used to him.
“You’re so wet for me, baby. Is it the aphrodisiac or is it me?” Soonyoung jokes. Although he, too, can feel himself already on the edge just as quickly. He wouldn’t tell you now, but he thought about you quite often too.
“Maybe I should’ve taken some with you.”
“Ngh, we’d be at it like r-rabbits…”
“Wouldn’t that be fun? On a night like All Hallow’s Eve, when my powers are much stronger. Imagine how good I could make you feel then, hmm?”
You let out a sob; pussy clenched hard around his cock as you feel yourself on the brink of another orgasm. “N-no, ‘cause I---I already know I’m gon--gonna need more after this… My body’s still so h-hot…”
Soonyoung takes pity, leaning over you as he kisses your tear-stained cheek. “I’ll work you through it, baby. Don’t worry.” The two of you fall into a silence; only the sounds of your moans, his soft breaths, and the snap of his hips bouncing off of the walls of his bedroom. He can feel you get immensely tight around him as he grips your thighs a little harder.
“Oh, Soon--Soonyoung I--”
“It’s okay, baby. Go on.”
This time when you cum, the pressure feels ten times as strong as the first time. You can hear ringing in your ears as your back bows off of the bed and you can vaguely feel Soonyoung’s cock forced out of your pussy in the midst of your orgasm. Tears wet your eyelashes as you cry out his name in a jumbled fashion; body rigid against the sheets.
“Oh--shit, baby…” Soonyoung watches as you squirt all over him and the sheets underneath you; hand wrapped around his cock as he watches your face contort in pleasure. He gulps, bringing his cock back towards you as he runs it through your folds until it nudges against your overly sensitive clit. “Such a good girl for me. You’re doing so well, baby.”
He taps the head of his cock against your swollen clit, watching as your body jolts with every tap. “Soonyoung…”
“How are you feeling?” He asks, jerking himself off over your body as your hazy eyes meet his. “A little better… But…” You trail off, watching him thrust up into his own closed fist. “You look so good...” He hums in response, tightening his fist.
“I’m so close, baby…”
“Make yourself feel good too, Soonyoung… Wanna see you make a mess on me~” You spur him on; filthy words on your lips as you watch his brows furrow. “And I’m still gonna want more too~ But I wanna see you get me nice and messy first~”
He lets out a groan, cock throbbing in his hold as he cums; streaks of cum hitting your lower abdomen. “Ngh, baby…” You mewl, fingertips already running through the warm liquid as you bring it back to your mouth.
You lick off the salty substance, immediately going in for more as Soonyoung’s own fuzzy eyes focus on your movements. “What--what are you d-doing?”
“Cleaning~” You quip, popping the cum soaked fingers into your mouth as you moan.
“God, did that aphrodisiac turn you into a succubus? You’re insatiable!” He feels his eye twice as he starts to come down from his high; using his free hand to wipe the sweat from his brow.
You giggle cutely, licking your lips. “Are those even real? And for the record, maybe you shouldn’t have made the aphrodisiac in the first place for your little experiments and then maybe you shouldn’t have made it even more powerful with your spells!”
Soonyoung can only grimace in return; It kind of was his fault for leaving it unattended.
“I know, I’m sorry, baby. I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay? And no more weird experiments left out on the stovetop, I promise.”
Grinning, you lean up, ignoring the soaking mess underneath you and the cum drying on your abdomen as you push Soonyoung over until he lays on his back. He gulps as he watches you straddle his hips.
“You’re gonna make it up to me all night though, right, Soonyoung?”
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(Extra #1) Bucky and The Bed
Completed
~Takes place right after ch.10
Chapter 10
Bucky and The Bed Masterlist
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader
Words: 700+
Summary: You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an ‘electronic blackout’ during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky has become your personal heater and there’s only one bed.
Chapter type: Fluff. Crack fic.
Chapter/Trigger warning: Language. Implied sexy times.
A/N: The part linked above is the final chapter. I wrote this very short fluff at the end which I hadn’t planned, but now I don’t have the heart not to post it. So it’s added as “extra.” Hope you like it!
Bucky didn't get a reply. Pin drop silence followed. Had it not been slight static which only his sensitive hearing could pick up, he would have thought the comms weren't working. But slight static was present, even if you couldn't pick it up. The line was connected, but for some reason, he didn't know what, he wasn't getting any response.
Bucky glanced at you in case you had heard anything. You shook your head. Bucky was about to repeat himself when a voice crackled through the comms.
"Uhhhh……"
A long silence followed. Bucky was wondering what the hell was going on when a sound poured through the comms again.
"Are you guys…done?"
It was a different voice. Rhodey and Sam, Bucky realized. It hit you at the same time, your wide panicked eyes meeting his own.
They had heard! Oh lord, they had heard both of you moaning at the top of your lungs!
A deep blush covered your already flustered cheeks, embarrassment engulfing you whole. Bucky seemed to have the exact same reaction, his cheeks turning a dark red which you would've found cute had it not been for your current situation.
Before either of you could say anything, FRIDAY chimed, "Judging by the lack of high pitched screams, my system concludes that Agent Y/L/N and Sergeant Barnes are done with copulation, Captain Wilson." As if having a teasing mind of her own, the AI added, "For the moment."
It wasn't possible for you to blush any harder. But you did. Your cheeks felt on fire with the amount of blood rushing into it.
"Thank you FRIDAY," Rhodey jumped in to save both of you from further embarrassment, "That'd be enough for now."
With a strange voice, as if unsure whether to laugh hysterically or kill you both, Sam tried to sound as professional as possible when he said, "A jet is en route to your location. The expected arrival time is T minus 6 hours. Scott volunteered to fly the jet and bring you two back."
"I'm...glad?" You said, unsure how to react. You were happy to know that you'd be taken back to the compound soon, but the embarrassment clouding your brain kept you from comprehending and celebrating the news.
"Yeah, um, we just wanted to let you know that. Hope you two are safe." Rhodey said.
Sam quipped from the side with his signature smirk, "Oh, they're more than fine."
"Scott will contact you soon. Establish a line with FRIDAY if you need anything else." Rhodey hurriedly said before disconnecting.
You hid your face in your palms. "I can't believe that happened."
Bucky pulled you on his lap, his hand petting the back of your head as you further hid yourself in his neck. After overcoming the momentary shock, he chuckled. "Wow...Out of all the ways I thought we'd tell our friends, I never imagined they'd find out this way."
You chuckled too, "Me either," You continued after a pause. "It's going to be one hell of a talk when we will tell the others."
Bucky hummed his agreement. "I'm worried about Sam though. About how he would react." He said, biting his lips. "You're practically his family at this point. He might get really overprotective over you."
You pulled back to look at him and laughed, "That'd be very cute of him if he'd become overprotective of me." You interlaced your fingers with his, squeezing his palm. "I know Sam. So relax. He'll understand and support us, I'm sure of it. He might kick your sweet ass though, but he will still support us."
Bucky laughed along with you, believing your words and. He had faith in the bond you shared with your best friend. If you said Sam would understand, Bucky had no doubts about it. He also didn't doubt that his ass was due for a whipping by the new Captain America.
Bucky knew he'd endure anything and everything, whether jokingly or seriously, if that meant he got to be with, to love you forever and ever. He had been fortunate enough to gain a friend like you, to have you love him as he loved you.
Because in the end all that mattered was he trusted you and you trusted him. You loved him and he loved you.
Forever and ever.
A/N: I know the ending sounds really cheesy. But the main chapter 10 is what the actual ending is. This is just for fun. Enjoy I guess :P
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My headcanons and imagines are open 24/7 and FOR everyone! They are totally okay to request at p much any point in time! Drabbles and fics are NOT done by request, however you can certainly TRY to give me a prompt I will be so inspired by that I Gotta write a fic for free (this is unlikely however, but it HAS happened) :D
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Idk if I've made a post about it before or not, but eh, guess I'll do it again now :P
May also add these to the top of my writing masterlist, so they can be pinned at the very beginning of my blog, in case anyone misses this post
Anyways though, I have some other blogs. Like,, 4 of them, I think. You're more than welcome to go check out whichever ones you might be curious about X3
My main is @ohgodallthefandoms-backup (might rename it sometime, I dunno). I mostly just reblog wholesome and helpful stuff, stuff that makes me smile and brightens my day, and stuff I think is cool and/or important. I don't reblog anything that might cause drama, either - it's literally just wholesome, helpful, cool stuff there
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Whatever The Birthday Girl Wants
A/n: Have some Bucky smut because this blog was 2 yesterday! (And I was 26, but that’s less important.) Reposting because it didn't show up in the tags yesterday... sorry if it's repetitive!
If you’re not over 18 please don’t read.
Proof read by way of a text-speech device
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Female)
Word count: 1778
Warnings: Fluff. Smut. Oral sex (female receiving) + fingering.
Plot: Basically no plot at all, just you and Bucky spending some quality time together on your birthday… ;)
Masterlist.
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“So, how does it feel? Being extremely old?”
You’re lying across a blanket on the lawn of the villa you share with Bucky, your husband, a fact you have to keep reminding yourself of, despite being married for almost a year. It all still feels like a dream, especially at times like this.
It’s your birthday, and the surprises haven’t stopped since breakfast, an elaborate affair of pancakes and fresh fruit. Then it was out for the morning, with a choice of visiting a museum, the zoo or a skating rink, with you choosing the latter, mainly because you know how bad Bucky is at it and it’s nice to know there is one thing you can do better than your nearly perfect spouse. He knew that that was why you picked it, but you were smug in the knowledge he couldn’t refuse. Not today.
Lunch was eaten at the cutest little café followed by a trip around the park in a horse and carriage, before a short but expensive shopping trip. All in all you’ve been completely spoiled, and it didn’t end when you got home, as the almost finished picnic dinner spread around you can prove.
Brushing a stray crumb from your sleeve, you turn your head towards him, admiring his profile in the setting sun. “Coming from you, extremely old is a bit rich.”
A cushion he had been resting on is thrown in your direction, missing by a mile but prompting you to retaliate, and the resulting play fight ends up with you straddling his chest, pinning his wrists down as you grin in victory.
“I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon. You, underneath me, what a pretty sight.” You joke, aware he has a great view of your chest at this angle.
Bucky breaks your grip and flips you over so your underneath, trapped by his arms caging you in.
“Do you know what I’ve been thinking all afternoon?” His voice is lower and your mouth goes dry at the dark look in his eyes. Swallowing, you shake your head. “What I’ve been thinking,” He goes on, hands moving to the hem of your dress, brushing over your thigh, “Is about what you’ve got on under this, hmm? Is it that new set I bought you today?”
Pushing your hips up so you can feel just how excited that thought has made him, you smirk at the groan he fails to hold back.
“Why don’t you take me inside so you can find out?”
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“Bucky! Stop, just slow down!” You can’t breathe through your laughter as he rushes through the house towards the bedroom, with you thrown ungracefully over his shoulder.
“I’m not going to slow down. Not when my wife is this gorgeous, and I haven’t seen her naked for over twelve hours,” He says as he struggles to open the door.
Once he’s got you inside, he’s quick to drop you on the bed and begin the process of undressing you. Trying to catch your breath, you just lay there, giggles dying down as you let him do most of the work. When the zip of your dress is undone and it’s hanging loosely around your shoulders, you sit up and wiggle out of it, starting at Bucky’s shirt buttons as he’s distracted by the view of you in your new underwear.
His hands run up your sides, skimming over the silk before they drop to your bottom, squeezing gently. “This is nice, I want to see you in this all the time.”
“Ew.” You scrunch your nose up, allowing Bucky to undo the bra as you slip off his shirt.
“Whenever it’s washed, then,” He relents, laughing with you as you roll your eyes, pulling him into a kiss to shut him up. He gently pushes you back flat on the bed, spreading your legs so he can rest between them, lips not leaving yours as you writhe underneath him.
“How do you want me?” He mumbles against you, shifting to press kisses along your neck as you struggle to form words. “Whatever the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets.”
Bucky’s mouth trails down, across your breasts and over your tummy, until he pauses right above your panties, fingers dancing along the bow as he waits for your answer. You pout at him and he chuckles, knowing how much you hate begging.
“Do you want my mouth here, doll?”
Pushing two fingers through the soaked material of your underwear to find your clit, Bucky relishes in your moans as you squirm. He repeats the question and you force out a ‘please’, squealing when he finally stops teasing and licks a broad strip through your panties, quickly dragging them off you and putting his mouth back where you need it without the barrier in the way.
Your hands twist into his hair as he makes a mess of you. His tongue is magic, he knows exactly what you need, lapping over your entrance before concentrating on your clit. When your hands pull at his hair harder, he growls into you and loops an arm across your tummy to keep you down as his free hand finds your entrance and his first finger splits you open.
Another one is added and you fight his hold, the feeling too much and not enough all at once.
He unlatches his mouth for a second, his fingers working you quickly as you near your end.
“So pretty, darling.” Bucky gasps against your thigh, wretched just from watching you. Tears form as you chase your orgasm, keeping eye contact with him as he presses his mouth back to your bud, and as his fingers twist up inside you, you scream his name, falling over the edge into hot bliss.
Bucky helps you through it, only slowing down his tongue when you whine, just on the right side of sore. Your legs flop limply to the sheets, shaking as he strokes you back into the real world.
There’s no time to recover fully though before Bucky’s on you again, letting you taste yourself through a filthy kiss that has your toes curling, desperate to see him fall apart too.
He props himself up above you. “What do you want now?”
“Need you inside me,” You whimper.
You expect him to take you where you lay, but to your surprise, he slides over to the other side of the bed and sits up against the headboard. The invitation is clear and you freeze, unsure.
“Tonight is about you,” Bucky says quietly, “I just want you to feel good.”
He pats his thigh, and you crawl over hesitantly. You’re not confident being on top, not exposed like this with the lights on at least, regardless of how many times you been with him. It always seems like something that other girls could do well, not you.
Meeting his intense stare, you breathe in deeply and take his hand to steady yourself, climbing onto his lap, very aware of his hard cock. Bucky passes you a condom, which you attempt to put on despite how shaky your hands have become. Together, you manage to roll it down his erection, and he cups your face to kiss your nerves away, but it’s far too sweet for your liking.
You quickly take control, grinding on top of his thighs so his cock is trapped between your body and his, the slick from your centre coating him. The way he whimpers into your mouth tells you all you need, you’re just as desperate as he is, so you break the kiss and rise up slightly above him.
Supporting you by your waist, he guides you to sink down on to his cock, holding you still until your body relaxes and the sting fades. His fingers are squeezing you as he fights the need to thrust up into your wet heat, and, rolling your hips experimentally, you grin as you remember how this position gives you much more power over him than you usually have.
He’s panting below you, completely at your mercy and you’re addicted to the feeling.
“How’s that?” He asks, eyes fluttering as you shift on him. You’re gasping too, and you nod once, dropping your head to his shoulder as the pleasure intensifies.
Bucky helps you begin to move, slow at first as this angle lets him thrust deeper in you than normal, and when your feeling more comfortable, faster. Resting your forehead against his, you smile at the look on his face as he surrenders to you.
You attempt to kiss him, but you’re quickly separated again when you cry out as his cock brushes that sensitive point inside you, causing him to grunt as you clench around him.
He’s close and you can tell.
Sitting up, you focus on getting him to cum, grasping at his shoulder as you try to find the right rhythm. The hands digging into your hips may leave bruises with how hard he’s gripping you, and that only spurs you on, wanting to make this a night to remember.
Sweat is breaking out over both of your bodies, and the burn low in your tummy becomes almost unbearable when Bucky reaches between the two of you to rub his thumb across your clit, trying to make you feel as good as you’re making him feel.
“Please cum Y/N. I’m not cuming ‘til you do, please.”
Bucky rarely begs during sex. Hearing him so broken triggers your second orgasm, crashing over you harder than the first and dragging Bucky along with you, continuing to ride him as he spills inside the condom, chanting each others names until the room becomes fuzzy and your body weakens.
Falling against his chest, he catches you and soothes you, running his hands across your back as you both come down from your highs.
Eventually, he lifts you up to remove the condom, shushing you when you mewl at the loss of him, resettling you in his arms again and pulling a blanket over your bodies as the coolness of the room makes you shiver.
Heart still beating fast, you sigh sleepily, aware you need to clean up but too comfy to move for now. Bucky seems just as content, humming quietly as he plays with your fingers and rings, and you’re face breaks out into a bright smile as you’re once again overwhelmed by the fact that he’s yours.
“What’s funny?” He asks, misinterpreting your grin.
“Nothing. Just happy.”
“Yeah? Good. So am I.” He sweeps your hair out of your face so he can press a kiss to your cheek. “Happy birthday, my beautiful Y/N.”
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Good Boy. Liam Dunbar. Smut.
Pairing: Sub! Liam Dunbar x Dom! Fem! Reader.
Warnings: This contains sexual content/Smut/Sex, or however you call it, some dry humping, dirty talk, teasing, puppy kink and and this is all in a type of DD/LG (Daddy Dom/Little Girl) relationg ship. And this is un-protected,Requested?: Nope.
Summary: Despisite Liam being an aggressive teenager due to his IED (Interminent Explosive Disorder [He gets really angry for those who didn’t know]), you had always know that deep down, he’d just be completely submissive for anyone who could dominate him. Just what you plan to do.
Author: Ellie.
A/N: I got the inspiration to do this from the amazing owner of the blog @thelittlehalewolf this one and this one.
Masterlist.
“Nobody’s P. O. V.”
You look at Liam from across your spot at Scott’s house who had called his Pack all over for a Pack meeting and of course Liam his newly, and only, bitten Beta is here. While Scott keeps on explaining the subject he’s been talking about since the last few ten minutes, Liam has no idea he’s been practically stalked those same passed ten minutes.
At least not until he has that weird feeling eveybody has when they feel like they’re being watched. Liam looks in your direction to see you staring at him but you doesn’t even bother to at least try and hide the fact that you’ve been doing it for so long nor you try to hide the fact that you’ve been caught either.
In turn, Liam quickly looks away while his cheeks start to burn, an evident blush appearing judging by the deep red that appears on his cheeks as if he’s the one that’s been caught staring at somebody. You smirk to yourself but keep staring at him, a plan slowly creeping it’s way to your mind.
You walk out of Scott’s house a few small moments after Liam does sense Scott had to ask you something that was actually just about homework. You see Liam standing just right out side down the prch steps with his phone out, the noise of the buttons on his screen being touched as he sends a text message.
“Hey.” You naturally greet and Liam glances at you for a second before his eyes return to the bright screen while he simply said the same thing only that he said it awkwardly. “You have a ride home?” You ask. “No, Mason just told mehis parents grounded himwith the car.” He answers when actually, that was you.
You got Mason to bail out on him so you could take him home. “Want me to drive you home?” You ask. “Um, I- I was actually going to ask Stiles.” He nervously says. “Well I don’t think that’s such a good idea sense Stiles and Malia are going to have some late night ‘study’. They’re pretty eager about it.” You explain.
“Oh.” Liam simply says in an awkwadr tone. “So, you want me to take you home?” You ask with a small smirk. “Y-yeah.” He stuters and you smirk even more.
“Do you want to come inside?” Liam nervously asks while he opens the door. “Sure.” You answer, walking in after he does as he holds the door open for you and you say a ‘thanks’. You walk in somewhat slowly, wondering if his parents are here, and once you don’t see them, you ask “Where are your parents?”
“They’re out, it’s their anniversery.” Liam answers. “Wow.” You say while looking at the pictures around of when he was a kid. “You know Liam, I knew you’d be the submissive type, the one to easily give in.” You say while walking closer to a specific picture and looking at how even when he was about 8 or 9, he’s always had that baby face.
“W-what?” He asks, his heart starting to beat faster and his cheeks getting slightly pink. “Well you know,” You start saying while turning atound to look at him and then you finish saying ”During a fuck.” You say and Liam repeats his previous word. “W-what?” He re-asks but this time his cheeks are completely red while he feels them burning hard.
“Look, you may fool other girls who say behind your back that you’re ‘hot’, but you don’t fool me.” You say while walking closer to him, which in turn he walks backwards and ends up against the door with you so close to him that your chest is lightly pressed against his. All he can do is close his eyes and title his head up towards the ceiling as he swallows thickly.
“What I mean is, you probably act like a puppy in bed. I bet you even like being called a good boy.” You say, placing a hand flatly on his chest and slowly trailing it lower and lower and lower, until it reaches the waist of his jeans, making Liam swallow so thickly and so hard that you can easily hear and you chuckle at it. “Mind if I meet your little friend?” You teasingly ask, slowly undoing his jeans.
You slowly unbotton them, pull the zipper down and place your hands on his waist to pull his jeans down while by now Liam’s starting to get hard even if he’s trying not to. You pull down his jeans slowly, your finger tips passing over his butt and you give it a small squeeze. Just when his jeans are just about to get to the start of his erection…
Liam’s hands quickly move to put themselves over his crouch, preventing you from pulling his jeans lower, once again his cheeks being a deep red. “Oh sorry, where are my manners, I should’ve started with a kiss first.” You say with a small smirk. Liam’s eyes shot wide open and as soon as they do, he instantly feels your lips against his own, pressing and moving over his softly.
If Liam’s eyes could widen even more, they would have. But all he can do is slowly close his eyes out of pleasure, a small moan escaping him as he then moves his lips as well, being coordinated with you. His hands start to loosen up and you’re able to move them away, place your own on his wasit to pull him as close enough as possible to you and wrap your arms around his neck as his go around your waist.
At some point after kissing for a few moments, you brake the kiss, making him let out a small whine which makes you chuckle before you speak. “I think we should take it up stairs to your room.” You say and he doesn’t have to be told again. He immedietly grabs your hand and leads you up stairs to his room sense you don’t know the way.
Not long after, the both of you make it to his room and he eagerly places his lips on yours again after closing the door. You place your hands on his chest, lightly pushing while walking forward to make him walk backwards and he does, the back of his knees hitting the bed as he then falls back onto the bed, braking the kiss like previously.
But it only lasts a few short seconds before you’re on top of his straddling his waist and kissing him, placing your hands on his chest again to keep him still. You start to slowly in a teasing way grind on him, moving your hips back and forth, barely even applying pressure while he tries to do it himself by placing his hands on your hips and attempting to press you down against him harder.
But in turn all he gets is you grabbing his wrists and pinning them up against the sides of his face, making him whine again. As you keep on grinding down on him, you decide to give him just a small part of what he wants so you press yourself only lightly harder against him while you trace his well built arms with your hands in a slow motion and then slip them under his shirt, doing the same to his chest and abbs.
You remove your lips from his and now place them against his neck, kissing, sucking, licking and biting on the skin to mark what’s yours now even tho the marks would heal, but you can still have you fun while looking for his soft spot, making him moan but mostly whine. Within a few seconds, you easilyfind his soft spot and he whines louder, his hands closing into fists to control himself.
By now, Liam’s completely and fully erect and you can feel it while your underwear is soaked, being as hot and boothered as he is, but you can’t let him know that. All tho you know he’d stay submissive towards you. “Y/N, please.” Liam whines out at your teasing. “What does my little puppy want? Come on, use your words.” You say, purposely grinding your hips harder in one motion as he then lets out another whine.
“Do something.” He cries out. “I am.” You answer with a chuckle. “No, I- I” He starts saying with whines but doesn’t even finish speaking due to his noises. “Liam, I can’t give my little puppy what he wants if he doesn’t tell me.” You innocently say but he finds himself unable to talk while feeling a the new, but amazing, sensation he’s ever felt.
“You know, I could do this all night and you still wouldn’t get what you want because you’re too busy letting out noise that make me so wet. In fact, I could cum in my clothes without having to do any more than this.” You whisper in his ear and he starts to pant with his cheeks a bright red at the feeling of his stomach twisting in knots just by dirty talk.
You take the chance you have of his mouth being a bit open and his tongue lightly peaking out and you kiss him, but this time, practically shoving your tongue in. Liam’s eyes widen at the other new sensation of kissing someone with their tongues swiping over one another but like previously, he soon closes his eyes out of pleasure while attempting to kiss back with his own tongue too but you quickly dominate his.
After a few short seconds, his eyes re-widen while gasping into the kiss against your lips and you feel his jeans getting soaked, instantly realizing that you were able to make him reach his orgasm just like that. His eyelids start to slowly fall down, but his eyes don’t close, instead, they stay midway. You brake the kiss and sit up, sliding back until you’re sitting on his thighs.
You look at the big wet spot on the front of his pants and you smirk to yourself. “I think I should finally meet your little friend.” You say and Liam lazily sits up, placing his hands on your wiast and using his grip to pull himself up easier, but you don’t mind. You pull on his jeans along with his boxers and this time he doesn’t try tos stop you.
Instead, once his jeans and boxers are down enough for his surprisingly still hard dick to pop out, he has his thighs pressed together, eyes squeezed shut, a small whine leaving his lips, head hung low and his cheeks turning a deep red at the embarrassment of the mess he made over himself. to be more exact, his upper thighs, lower stomach and all over his hard member too.
You stare at his length with slightly wide eyes and a small smile with your mouth opened at his size, thinking of all the things you could do. With no doubt, you’re definetely having a lot of fum with him and his not so little friend. “Wow.” You sigh out and make a small pause before speaking again with the usual level of confidence you have.
“Who knew a little puppy like you would have such a big dick.” You say against his ear in a seductive tone, running the tip of your finger over the front of his dick from base to tip, your finger getting coated in his cum as well and you place it in your mouth to suck and lick it off, letting out a small moan at the flavor while Liam just watches as his dick twiches at the sight.
You get off of his lap and got down on the floor on your knees in between his legs which you had to separate. You like on the traces og his cum on his thighs and he fists the sheets, trying to look away from you who’s looking up at him with innocent eyes as if licking his cum is the most natural thing. But his eyes, like with every little thing you do, shot wide open with a loud gasp coming out of him as soon as you take his length into your mouth.
He looks back down at you and you look up at him, releasing him, running your tongue over the under side of his shaft to lick off the whitish, sticky and salty liquid off of it, your tongue making it’s way up to his tip and then you take him back in. His grip on the sheets tighten and he starts whining and whimpering again while you keep on sucking him off.
You place your hand on the base and start to move it up and down at the same pace you’re moving your head, jerking off what you can’t fit in your mouth, at least not easily, as you feel yourself getting even more wetter, occasionally letting out a moan to send vibrations all over him and make him fist his sheets harder, cry out louder and squeeze his eyes and jaw tighter.
Soon enough, you use a faster pace and start to take him in deeper, your hand having to leave him so you can take more of him in your mouth. His tip starts to go further from just hitting the back of your throat, now the tip along with some of the upper part is going down your throat at you officially deep-throating him. Liam lets out a loud groan at this and falls back onto the bed.
Each time you move forward, you take at least about half an inch more until he’s fully practically inside of your throat, your nose coming in contact with his small pubic hairs he has from shaving and your bottom lip with his balls as you breath through your nose to not gag so much, small gagging tears being in the corner of your eyes while he just repeatedly cries out at the feeling of another orgasm approaching him and you know it.
He starts to pulse in your mouth, his cries getting louder, grip on the sheets increasing and with his claws out, he starts to rip them. You pull away, gasping for air due to the lack of it and he lets out a small sigh of relief, slightly coming down. But you instantly start jerking him off again while your free hand plays with his balls, making him start to pulse again but now in your hand instead of your throat.
“You’re not aloud to cum yet.” You say. “What?” He says in a whiny voice which you find funny and you chuckle at it. “I said, ‘you’re not aloud to cum yet’.” You repeat. “Why?” He asks in the same whiny voice. “Because I say so, and if you keep on asking and insisting, I just won’t let you cum at all, so be a Good Boy and wait.” You say, but you say the last part in a seductive way which makes him almost cum right then and there.
While you give him a hand job and play with his balls, you start licking stripes on the under side and on the sides, sometimes even sucking on the tip or kitten licking it too. After a few moments, you decide to take him back into your mouth, so you do. You take in the tip first and slowly start to sink your head down until it’s completely in your mouth like previously and Liam lets out a loud mewl.
“Y/N,” He whines out your name and you take him out of your mouth again, knowing that he can’t contain himself any more that probably just a few seconds. “Cum for me.” You say before opening your mouth and stckinf out your tongue right in front of the tip, ready to recieve his load. He instantly lets out a long and loud grpan while finally letting himself reach his orgasm.
His grip on the sheets loosens up and his facial expression starts to relax, his groan slowly lowering the volume until he’s done letting out his pleasure-filled noise, which is just when he’s done with his orgasm. Majority of it fell into your mouth like you wanted to while some of it is around ypur face, on your lips, chin and on your hand do to you jerking him off when he was cumming.
But by now, you’re not doing anything other than swallowing everything that’s in your mouth, wiping the traces of the liquid with the back of your hand and licking on it too, letting him relax and gently come down from his orgasm by himself. Just when you’re done with his juices, he’s done recovering and you get back on top of him, straddling his waist and laying on top of him.
“You were such a Good Boy for me.” You say and at that, Liam smiles even if he has his eyes closed, finding a warm feeling within himself at the sound of being called a ‘Good Boy’. Sure it was in a kind of dog way but he liked being told that he was good. He instead constantly got angry and dissapointed looks due to his IED, but even if it was in something as simple as what he just did, he couldn’t help but feel happy that somebody told him he was good.
“You do like being called a Good Boy, don’t you?” You ask with a smirk and he nods before opening his eyes. “You wanna be a Good Boy and undress for me before helping me out of my clothes too?” You ask and he eagerly nods. You get off of him and sit to the sid on your calves. He quickly sits up, pulls off his shirt and then takes off his pants and boxers completely, kicking off his shoes and socks afterwards.
Liam eagerly approaches you and pulls you in for a kiss which you accept, his tongue entering your mouth and you expect to fight for dominance but he just gives in, willingly submissing to you even more. “So are you really going to help me out of my clothes or not?” You ask after spending awhile of just kissing. He doesn’t answer and instead grabs the bottom of your shirt, pulls on it to the top and you lift your arms, letting him take off your shirt.
He instantly starts to kiss, taking you so much by surprise that the force makes you fall back and pull him down with you. The both of you let out a small laugh before he apologizes as he then returns to eagerly kiss all over your neck, soon licking, biting and sucking too, making you moan his name. “Can you help me out of the rest of my clothes?” You innnocently ask after pulling his face up to yours.
He takes a glance down to the valley of your boobs and then nods. You both stand up on your knees and he reaches behind your back to un-clip your bra, finding it difficult and taking it as if it’s some sord of challenge. While he figures it out, you start to trail wet kisses on his neck, making it even harder for him but not long after he’s able to un-clip it and pull it off, your boobs becoming visible to him.
His eyes lightly widen and he swallows thickly at the sight of your bare chest, his length all ready starting to get hard. You grab his wrists and place his hands on the waist of your jeans, hinting him to take them off too. Liam understands and slowly, somewhat unsurely, unbottons and unzips your jeans, then pulling them down only to be hit with the strong scent of your arousal, making him moan just by the smell and sigh out somewhat happily.
You lean back, sitting on your calves and leaning on your hands which are behind you besides your ankles to support yourself and keep you up. He placesa small kiss under your bellybutton above the waist line of your underwear and then he starts toslowly pull them down with his teeth, being layed on the bed against stomach while his eyes are half open and half closed at the same time from the toxicating but addictive smell of your arousal.
Once he gets to your knees, he pulls himself up a bit and pulls your panties off the rest of the way with his hands as you slightly lift yourself up to make it easier for him. He throws them to the side on the floor when they’re completely off and you move to lay on you back, but keeping your calves pressed against your thighs while Liam has his tongue lightly sticking out as if he were able to taste you like that.
“Do you wanna taste me?” You ask, noticing the way he keeps his gaze at your soaked core. He quickly nods without looking away and you smirk before placing your hands close to your ass on the upper but back part of your thighs, having your wrists on the inner side of your legs. “Then what are you waiting for? Be a Good Boy and make me feel good.” You say and he looks up at you.
With that, he quickly lays over his stomach just how he was a few seconds ago and passes his hands under yours, leaving them where your own were considering you moved them higher when he took your place. He wastes no time in starting to devore you, stroaking your wet opening with his tongue and soon givving wet opened mouthed kisses while moaning at the flavor.
You remove your hands from your legs and place them on top of his head, fisting his hair and pulling him even closer your core, using your legs to wrap them around his head and push him deeper too, quickly starting to moan out his name. Liam also pulls you closer and tries to bury his face deeper but only gets his nose pressing against your clit, making youlet let out a loud pleasure-filled scream.
At that, he smiles against your wetness and moves up to flick his tongue on your clit and start to suck on it, taking in the note that it’s what gets you to make more noises. “Ngh.” You whine out after just a few seconds and now try to push him away due to your clit now being sensible and sore. “Liam, my clit’s a little sensible.” You difficultly say and he pulls back.
“Sorry.” He says with a small chuckle and smile, deciding to just go back to kissing and licking your core just to be called a Good Boy again. Gives long licks at your core and occasionally even gently bites, pulls and sucks on your folds while all you can do is moan and groan to express how good he was making you feel, only encouraging him even more.
You had started to pull him in deeper with your hands as soon as he let go of your clit and he’s been trying his best to pleasure you due to you constantly pulling and fisting his hair all tho he doesn’t really mind. He starts to use more pressure and at that, he accidentally ends up slipping his tongue into your wet opening which instantly makes you scream out of pleasure.
Liam mistakens it for a pain-filled scream and he quickly pulls back with bright red cheeks. “Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to!” He quickly says while you lightly pant. “No, no, no, don’t stop.” You say and he soon understands and lets you push his face back to your wetness. This time, he gently slips in his tongue and you let out a loud groan at the feeling.
“Y-you like it?” He asks after awhile of you just groaning and moaning at his tongue inside of you, but stopping when he pulls it out to ask about it. “Yes, so don’t stop.” You murmur before pulling him back to your pussy. He slips his tongue into you again and this time you let a loud moan leave you. He pulls it out for a split second and runs it over the insides of his mouth for a few short seconds, finding the flavor weird but not bad.
Soon, he gets use to the flavor and finds it more than delicious. He starts to constantly stick his tongue in, quickly collect all your juices he can, bring it back into his mouth to swallow them and then he repeats. “Y-you’re doing so good.” You difficulty say with a hand fisting his hair and the other one on his shoulder with a hard grip, nails digging into the flesh, but he doesn’t mind.
Liam lets out a small smile and continues with his actions, but now, with a small change, he just adds more pressure. He pushes upwards with his tongue and your eyes shot wide open, a small scream escaping you. “Oh, right there!” You say, being shocked at how he was able to reach the perfect spot just with his tongue.
Your grip on him tightens at the feeling of your stomach twisting in knots, indicating you that you’re soon going to reach your orgasm. You start to pant instead of continuing with letting out your moans, groans and an occasional scream, trying to keep up with your breath now while Liam just keeps on repeating his actions of sticking his tongue inside of you and flicking it upwards.
In one particular sharp flick of it, you let out a loud scream, your orgasm finally hitting you. Liam quickens his pace at licking you up due to your cum rushing out of you while your legs lightly shake. Not long after, he’s done with licking you clean and he stands up on his knees, showing how hard and straight up his length is while he wipes some of your cum off of his chin with the back of his hand, licking it off too.
You reach your hands out for him and he’s quick to understand you. Leaning over you, you wrap your arms around his own, placing your hands on his shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss. You remove your lips from his and detach your arms from his own as well, now placing them around his shoulders and pulling him lower, starting to kiss his neck.
He lets out a small whine at you sucking, licking, kissing and biting on his soft spot. “You’re being such a Good Boy for me Liam.” You murmur against his ear, makng him smile at the sound of being called a Good Boy again. “Is there something else I can do?” He asks after letting out a pleasured sigh, being despereat to pleas you to be called a Good Boy again.
You smirk while he’s looking to the side at you but you just have your head burried in his shoulder. Instead of answering, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him close, the tip of his dick going past your folds and resting right at your still soaked entrance. Liam’s cheeks turn a bright pink but he doesn’t hesitate.
He instantly pushes in, slowly but quickly stopping at the feeling of you around him. “Ah!” You let out, being shocked on how easily he had accepted. He feels how his eyes easily start to glow, claws and canines growing out while his mouth falls open with his tongue sticking out between his lower canines as he pants. You let out a few breathy moans while you quickly start to get impatient, not being able to wait to feel all of him inside of you.
You move your arms to now wrap them around his upper back to have something to hold onto and then start to push the rest of him inside your legs, earning many loud noises from him. He’s just now use to feeling anything like this. Soon enough, he’s completely inside of you and his facial expression turns into a more happy one, obviously due to the pleasure.
Your face has now a happy look too and you wait for a couple of seconds, getting use to the feeling that you haven’t felt in so long. Liam himself, tries to push in deeper but he can’t, so he starts to slowly move back and forth, seeing how you instantly throw your head back out of pleasure, your back arching off the bed, eyes closing and rolling to the back of your head while letting out a moan.
He leans down even lower, places his arms under your back to keep it arched and he sucks and licks on your tits, trying to move at the same time but just ends up going even slower to concentrate on your boobs, licking and biting on your nipples. You open your eyes and lean your head up to look and as soon as you do, you feel your cheeks getting hot.
You had never liked the size of your boobs, sometimes you got self-conscious of them but Liam was letting you know that he clearly liked them. He gives big wet opened mouthed kisses on your boobs, switing to the other one every few seconds to give them both the same attention. At some point, he moves his hands to grab and squish them together to bite and suck on your nipples at the same time.
You let out a small whine, which encourages him to keep up with his actions and he does. At some point, you decide that you much prefer have him moving back and forth instead of leaving hickies and love bites with small scratches due to his canines, all tho you really don’t mind, on your boobs, so you speak. “Liam, please… Move faster.” You moan out.
He removes his lips from your tits and moves himself more upwards, being chest-to-chest with you. He places his hands and forearms besides your head to keep his body right above you and you place your arms around the upper part of his back like previously. You had moved your arms away when he started to play with your boobs from how uncomfortable it was.
Liam does as you asked and starts to move his hips faster, easily starting to pant against your ear sense his head is low enough to be next to yours. Your moans get louder but you still don’t feel satisfied with the pace. “Faster.” You repeat. He moves faster like you told him to, and with the pace, it’s enough for the both of you to hear his balls smacking against you like his thighs against yours due to your legs being around his waist.
After just a few seconds, he moves his hands to place them on the wall sense he doesn’t have a headboard and starts moving faster and harder on his own, letting out growls while he tries to last longer. His change of pace makes him hit your g-spot and you let out a scream out of pleasure. “Right there!” You scream out after and he moves even faster, loud noises of skin on skin, besides your screams and his growls that get louder and louder, filling the room.
“Right there Liam, you’re doing so g-good… M-my Go-od Boy.” You difficultly say while your nails start to dig into his shoulders. He breathes out a growl each time he moves back inside of you and your eyes roll to the back of your head, your back arching off the bed, soon returning to the same position only to tighten your grip around his back at the feeling of an orgasm approaching you again.
“H-harder, I’m ab-bout to cu-um.” You say in a quiet voice due to the difficulty. He starts to pound into you even harder, making you continuosly scream loudly and the bed move back and forth while you hear how he’s literally leaving deep claw marks on the wall at him dragging his claws down while you do the same. Dragging your nails down his back and leaving scratches that with heal later.
A few more of Liam’s rough thrusts and you let out an even louder scream, reaching your orgasm and clenching even tighter around him. In just about two seconds, he instantly cums after you, the feeling of you getting tighter around him and your cum gushing all over him too, being too much for him and making him get to his orgasm to.
Thick strips over cum shoot out of the tip of his dick which twitches at least about one time. Not long after, you both finsh and he slowly pulls out of you, falling on his back next to you on his bad while you both pant loudly as he feels himself shifting back to his human form. A small silent moment passes, besides the two of you panting heavily, and not long after you both let out a sigh at finally recovering, him much more before than you due to being a Werewolf.
“Did I do good?” He asks while looking to the side at you. You look over at him with a small smile, letting out a small breathy chuckle while he seems nervous and worried that you probably didn’t like it. “That was the best fuck I ever had.” You say, a small somewhat awkward or nervous smile appearing on his face. “Soo…” He awkwardly says after another small moment of silence.
You look back over to him and pull him at you, he easily understands and moves closer to make it easier for you to move him. You pull him to rest on top of you with his head against your chest and a hand in his hair, gently stroaking and running your fingers through it, placing a small kiss on the top of his head before speaking while your free arm is around the upper part of his back, tracing the scratches with your fingers and feeling how they heal.
“You were a really Good Boy.” You say and he lets out a small hum in approaval. “Your my Good Boy.” You say, the both of you falling asleep after a few short minutes, not caring that there’s nothing covering you and thatyour on top of the sheets.
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friend you gotta do a sequel to Bite Me. Please.
This is called Bite Me Harder xD The sequel to Bite Me. Enjoy yourself anon *cough @jilldrawblog cough* hehehe
My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here. And this story also posted on my ao3 here.
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“TIMMY!! About friggin’ time! You’re laaaate.”
The man in question winced as he and Wilhelm got out of their car. The bass of dance music and orange and purple lights swirling on the front of the huge house deceptively took away from the spooky entrance of what was sure to be a horror house of scares. Jack had yet again gone all-out.
Tim’s attention was drawn from the facade back to the whining and muttering of the jackass vampire lord in front of them. Jack’s voice was obnoxiously loud, tooth missing one fang, and a blood dribble drawn onto his chin was smeared into a pink mess. He’d clearly already had a few drinks since the party had begun. The front of his white shirt was wet with amber beer stains as he complained he’d been waiting on them to show for ages.
They weren’t even that late. Tim voiced as much.
“Look, I’ll forgive you since you were getting pounded by a… a what? ….What are you supposed to be? A donkey?” Jack squinted at Wilhelm, a toothy smirk on his face while the larger man just regarded him with a raised brow. Jack turned his attention back to Tim, a dirty leer taking his tipsy eye. “Were you getting the old donkey dick from this big–”
“House looks good,” Wil commented, earning Jack’s gaze. Tim looked up at him with gratitude.
“Huh? Yeah it does, right? And oh shit you are not gonna believe the haunted house this year. The zombies from last year? Pffft not even on the radar.”
Tim remembered the zombies from last year. Jack had hired caffeinated teenagers and a makeup artist resulting in an experience that gave Tim nightmares for three weeks straight.
Current screams heard over the bass of the music didn’t give him any comfort.
“Jack there you are.” Rhys was exiting the entrance of the haunted house, an annoyed expression on his face. He was also dressed as a vampire, vest and neatly-cut pants with a white shirt similar to the one Tim was wearing, a thinking frown on his face as he approached Jack. Catching sight of Tim and Wilhelm, his eyes swept over them with an approving smile before turning back to Jack. “Hey guys! Jack. The blood fountain is malfunctioning again.”
“Again? It’s only been on an hour!”
“Yeah well I told you. Vaughn is looking at it but I think it’s clogged.”
“Dammit. That thing was expensive.”
“I told you to just get the cheap one at the party store…”
Jack turned on him with an incredulous look. “I’m not getting some crappy plastic thing when I can have a real stone fountain!”
“Real stone wasn’t meant for that gunk, Jack. It’s not even working right.”
“Oh I’ll get it working, princess. That thing was expensive so you know it’s good. Just needs a little elbow grease.”
Rhys gave the older man a long-suffering sigh. “Sometimes expensive things are worse.”
Jack ignored his comment to turn back to the donkey and the red-cloaked pirate in front of him. “Okay, well, Timmy, Wil, I’ll see you inside after I deal with this blood fountain. Get some beers or something and catch up. We’ve also got bobbing for apples and I carved a really funny pumpkin. Guess which one I did.”
Tim already knew it was a dick pumpkin. Jack carved one every year.
The older man walked back inside the haunted house entrance with Rhys on his heels telling him about the crappy fountain, neither affected by the shrieks and screams of who or whatever Jack had hired to scare his guests.
“I knew I should have just bought better ears for you…” Tim muttered as he absently straightened Wil’s black tank top.
“I like the ears you made me. Jack’s never seen a donkey in his life.” The larger man wrapped a warm arm around Tim’s shoulders, muscular bicep flexing to bring him in closer. “He’s right about being hung though.”
“Oh stop that,” Tim laughed, smiling and reaching up for a kiss before taking a steadying breath. “Ready for the haunted house?”
“Feel free to jump into my arms if you get too scared, pretty boy.”
He was teasing, but the supportive smile on his face told Tim all he needed to know. He entwined their fingers and gripped Wil’s bicep before they entered the haunted house together, steeling himself at the small comfort that there would be alcohol and treats on the other side.
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Tim was already on his third beer while Wil was only cracking open his second, the younger man’s fingers finally not shaking as they stood about the densely-packed desserts table away from the rest of the party mingling in Jack’s spacious backyard.
Jack had really gone all out this year. Tim was going to have nightmares until next Halloween.
“I’m not gonna be able to shower with the door closed for a while, jus’ so you know,” Tim warned Wil as he took a hearty gulp from the can. His eyes stayed nervously on the door that lead out to the haunted house, but the actors stayed put where they were supposed to.
“That an invitation?” Wil asked, his smirk made all the more wolfish by the false fangs attached to his incisors.
Tim snorted and leaned into the older man’s warm side. His eyes lingered on Wil’s smile; the thrilling fangs and the cute wolf ears he’d made for the bigger man really lending to his overall wild appearance. A pleased thrill went up his back as he allowed his mind to wander back to the earlier blowjob he’d been given, and thought to getting the other man naked except for those fangs at home. The muscular bicep Tim was currently appreciating with his fingers contracted as the older man pulled him close.
“What’re you thinking, little red?”
Tim just gave him a too-wide grin as he rested his chin on the bigger man, wrapping his arms around Wil’s waist with slight care to the half-full beer in his hand. He played with the man’s safety-pinned tail with his other, and felt Wil’s arm tighten further around him as he gave him a dirty smile.
“Come with me,” Wil said with a growl to his voice, causing pleased shivers to run down Tim’s back.
Tim willingly followed, eyes on the fluffy tail attached to those tight pants showcasing Wilhelm’s shapely ass. Damn but he had an ass that wouldn’t quit, that was for sure. And drinking from his can didn’t quite quench the thirst running through him.
Tim was sure he had a goofy smile on his face as Wil’s big hand held his own, the older man leading him through Jack’s massive house and upstairs. They ended up in the master bedroom, the wolf leading his red-caped captive towards Jack’s massive walk-in closet. There was a dopey smile on Tim’s face as he followed the older man in amidst expensive designer clothes, closing the doors with a grin in the relative darkness.
Wil kissed him until Tim was nearly breathless, the can in the younger man’s hand dropping to the floor. Wil grunted a laugh as he broke from Tim’s greedy mouth, eyeing the empty can on the expensive carpet as he slipped hands down to Tim’s ass. “You’re already drunk.”
“…i’s only my third beer.”
“Of this hour, babe.” Wil chuckled and pressed a kiss to Tim’s nose.
Tim just grinned at him and wrapped his arms around the older man’s shoulders, pressing himself against Wil’s broad chest with a pleased hum. He kissed his jaw and sighed as he felt Wil’s large hands palming his ass through his brown trousers. Tim was pleasantly buzzed, had Wil all to himself in relative privacy, and a half chub in his pants as he older man nipped and touched and squeezed and generally knew exactly what buttons to press to turn him on.
“Still scared, pretty boy?”
“Mmmmnope,” Tim said, popping the ‘p’.
“Even though you’re about to get eaten up by the wolf?”
Tim just snickered. Not a bad idea by his count. He was feeling pleasantly warm both due to the beer in his blood and his boyfriend’s warm hands on his body. “…will you leave the fangs on after we get home?”
His errant question had Wil groaning as the older man devoured his mouth once more, making Tim’s head swim as Wil ground their hips together with wicked intent. Tim was being slowly back into hanging clothes with Wil already half-hard against him, and their conversation back home about ruining Jack’s stuff came back to him with delicious clarity.
It was good that their mouths were slotted together, because Wil swallowed Tim’s alarmed gasp as Rhys came stomping into the room, his actions startling the pair hidden in the closet while the lithe young man was angrily talking to himself. The lights of the bedroom were turned on, ambient streaks through the closet slats landing on Tim and Wil, startling them both in their little hidey-hole.
Rhys’ costume was covered in red, and his face was splattered as well. Either someone died or the blood fountain had malfunctioned yet again. He was dabbing at himself in the big mirror facing the bed, muttering under his breath about Jack’s stupid decisions blowing up in his face.
“Baby it’s fiiiine we’ll just put a little soda water on it.” Jack’s voice floated into the room as he appeared after Rhys, the older man obviously amused despite the sour look on his younger boyfriend’s face.
“I need a hose down, Jack, not soda water,” Rhys said sharply, peeling off his sodden layers as the older man moved about the room in a drunken stagger. “I told you there was a blockage!”
“And all that pressure cleared it up! Cool blood fountain is working again!”
Rhys grumbled about Jack’s definition of ‘working’ and why the older man couldn’t have just bought a normal fountain from the party store as Tim backed up against Wil, worried they’d get caught and chewed out. His heart hammered in his chest and he gripped the arm Wil had over and up his chest, hoping he wasn’t breathing too loud and trying to keep quiet and still.
Wil had other ideas apparently, as his hand slid under and up Tim’s shirt, fingers feather light over his bare skin underneath. Tim’s eyes widened, gut clenching in fear and also keen interest. Jack and Rhys were right there, what was Wilhelm thinking??
“Just get me something to change into, please?” Rhys griped. “My costume’s ruined and I’m pretty sure the pavement needs to be power-washed. All that red….”
As Jack took steps towards the closet, Wil was dragging Tim back against him further in, but Jack stopped as he turned on Rhys.
“Baby, why don’t you just wear that other costume I got for you?”
“Sweatpants and a shirt is fine, Jack,” the younger man said sourly.
“It’s halloween and that’s not a costume. Wear the backup.”
“A thong isn’t a costume either, Jack.”
The older man laughed, his face not visible from their vantage point in the closet, but the smirk apparent in his voice. “It was a harem girl, sugarpie, and there was some scarves or something to go with it. Doesn’t matter, you’ll look hot is what I’m saying.”
Wil’s thumb and forefinger brushed over one of Tim’s nipples as Jack continued telling Rhys how good he looked, and Tim folded in on himself in pleasure, knees weak at Wil’s hands. The larger man had no problem holding him up, burying his face into Tim’s neck and lightly nipping at the skin in a manner he knew always went right to Tim’s cock. He continued his onslaught of exploration as if Jack and Rhys weren’t literally ten feet from them, and Tim wasn’t even discouraging it.
Rhys was further dabbing at his face as Jack came up behind him, wrapping the younger man in his arms with a laugh over his predicament. It was the perfect view to see Jack’s hands trace down Rhys’ pale torso to rest just over the younger man’s blue briefs. “You’ll look hot in that costume, cupcake. Come oooon.”
“I’ll freeze, not to mention everyone will stare. I’m still not convinced you didn’t get it from a sex shop.”
Jack snickered and his hand delved into Rhys’ underwear, and Tim could have smacked Wilhelm for doing the same thing to him if it didn’t feel so damn good. Tim’s head was lolled back onto Wil’s shoulder while the older man just gave him a dirty grin made all the more wolfish but those damn false fangs. And it was really doing it for Tim. Wil’s thumb brushed through coarse curls to the base of the younger man’s cock, stroking down to his balls as Tim bit his lips to keep quiet.
“I’d be offended if everyone didn’t stare, baby. You’re hot stuff,” Jack told Rhys as he fondled him through his underwear. Rhys just smirked and leaned back into Jack, turning his head to kiss the older man. “And I’ll even keep you warm, how about that?”
“…I don’t know,” Rhys said, a soft yet sly smile on his face as Jack worked him to hardness. He sighed as Jack bit at his neck. “Maybe you should convince me.”
Tim felt a very real thrill of fear run down his back as Jack removed his hand from Rhys’ underwear to move him to his back on the bed. This wasn’t something he necessarily wanted to see, as Jack removed everything in his way of getting to Rhys’ stiff cock, let alone explain should Jack catch them.
If.
If he caught them.
A low whine that thankfully went unnoticed slipped through Tim’s lips as Wil’s thumb ghosted over the head of his quickly-filling length. Wil was hard behind Tim, and the younger man was horrified to find out he was getting harder as Jack was laying Rhys down proper and moving between his legs. He could have looked away, or simply closed his eyes, but he didn’t. He watched greedily as Jack worked Rhys’ cock in hand, Tim’s own hips jerking in Wil’s grasp as the older man toyed with him.
They had a full view as Jack went down on Rhys, the younger man on his back on Jack’s big bed, moaning and arching his hips off the mattress into Jack’s eager mouth. And Rhys was loud. Shamelessly so. Or Jack was just that good. Or the fact that Tim was tipsy as hell and on-edge hiding in a closet watching them and being felt up by his own boyfriend just had him extra sensitive to the things going on around them.
It felt wrong, watching them, but Rhys’ moans were shamelessly turning him on and the way Wil kept tweaking his nipple and stroking his cock made Tim’s hips thrust forward into the hand the older man grasped him with. He pressed the side of his face against Wil’s chest, eyes squeezed shut into his collar until Wil’s husky voice whispered in his ear, too low for Jack or Rhys to hear over Rhys’ needy moans.
“Keep your eyes on the show, little red.”
Tim’s stomach did horrible, excited flipflops at that gruff voice and warm breath on his ear, Wil’s teeth nibbling his lobe practically turning him to jelly. Wil’s whispered encouragements for Tim to watch them, telling him he knew how much Tim liked the sounds he was hearing as Wil’s hand fondled him, nearly made Tim come in his pants. It was shameful and deliciously filthy and oh so good, and he’d remember to bring this up with the older man later, but right now he was enjoying the shit out of a glorified handjob in Jack’s freaking closet while the owner of the house was sucking his boyfriend’s cock down his throat with no one the wiser.
Wil was grinding his clothed cock against Tim’s ass when Rhys came, Tim’s own needy little shakes and thundering heart making the larger man impatient to get inside him.
Rhys smiled as Jack pulled off him, giving the older man a fond look. Jack’s lips were pink and visibly swollen even from their vantage point. His smile more than indicative that Rhys was not the only one who enjoyed that little experience. The older man pressed himself against his younger boyfriend to leave kisses along his neck.
“Finish me off love?” Jack asked with a fond whine, cock out and between them as Rhys just laughed goodnaturedly and took the older man between his hands. Jack’s face was pressed hard into Rhys’ shoulder as he quickly came onto the younger man, and Rhys pressed a kiss to the side of his face as he wrapped his other hand around Jack’s waist in a hug.
Of everything they’d been watching up until that point, it was this tender moment that actually made Tim feel somewhat guilty. The obvious love in Rhys’ eyes and the way Jack cuddled the younger man made Tim feel like they were seeing something not meant for anyone else. Intruding on this moment felt wrong and brought back his own desperation just a bit. He was grateful when Wil steered his face towards his own, pressing a kiss to those pouting lips Tim had just been chewing on guiltily. He hoped the pair outside the closet wouldn’t linger too much longer.
“Guess you’ll have to be the harem girl after all, sweetheart.” Jack’s voice was mellow, amused and teasing as he looked down at the shirt now splattered in Jack’s own come.
Rhys just rolled his eyes with a smile, disentangling from the older man and taking a step near the closet that almost gave Tim a heart attack. “Fine. Where is it?”
“Under the bed, baby.”
Rhys changed his course and then quickly changed costumes, wiping himself mostly clean, and the pair left the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
It was then that Tim realized just how hard he’d been breathing in that space, and how hard his cock was straining against the front of his pants and how it throbbed in Wil’s hand. He wondered how on earth the pair hadn’t heard them, and he ground himself back against Wil with a pleading note in his voice.
“Wil… Wil please…”
“Did you like that, Timothy?” Wil whispered in his ear, voice gruff in ways that turned Tim to goo. “Watching them make you hard, pretty boy?”
Tim whined but his hips thrust against Wilhelm’s palm as his cock gave a lurch. The older man was hard against his ass, grinding himself against Tim.
“Wil… please fuck me? Please?” He looked back at the older man with desperation in his eyes. “Please tell me you brought lube please-”
“You know I’m prepared for anything, babe.”
Tim shivered at the telltale crinkly sound of a packet of lube as he quickly undid his trousers and pulled his red underwear down with excited anticipation.
Being worked open by Wil’s large fingers had Tim purring as he was bent over some jackets. He braced his hands against the closet wall, no longer keeping the noises he’d been making in check as Wil purposely brushed over his prostate. By the Tim Wil was actually sinking his cock into him, Tim was reaching back to force him in deeper; holding Wil close by the back of the neck and running a hand through his hair knocking his ears clean off.
The idea of Jack catching little red riding hood being fucked by the wolf in his very own closet almost made Tim laugh, and then Wil brushed against his prostate and it was Tim who howled his pleasure. He didn’t even care at this point, though he figured that Jack and Rhys were already mingling in the party below, and things were already so loud with music and cackling that their voices probably blending in perfectly.
Wil gave a deep chuckle as he took Tim’s hips in his hands to give short, controlled thrusts while Tim gasped and moaned his pleasure. Wil held the younger man and leaned over his back to suck bright red marks high up on Tim’s pale neck. “You like that, sweetheart?”
Tim groaned in response, body clenching around the huge girth inside of him and shivering in pleasure. “Bite me. Wil bite me.”
Wil did just that, the false fangs staying in place as he nipped Tim’s neck and pulled out to hold just his cockhead inside his shaking boyfriend. The sweet little noises of absolute pleasure coming from Tim’s mouth was driving Wil towards orgasm with dangerous efficiency, and he slid a hand down Tim’s torso to quickly begin jerking him off without thrusting back in.
Tim went nuts as the seconds stretched on, pleading and then demanding that Wil fuck him or he was gonna die. As the older man thrust inside back into him in one stroke, Tim wailed, body jerking before going rigid as he came in spurts to Wil’s gruff sounds of pleasure behind him.
Wil filled him up with his own hot release moments later, cock spurting inside the younger man while he held him close against him. Tim would have sank to the floor without the support of those strong arms, and he tried to clench his body around the older man’s release as Wil slowly eased out of him.
“How was that, pretty boy?”
Tim gave him a blissful smile, all tired and fucked out and yes, kind of drunk, and giddy all the same. He kissed the older man as Wil remained close, hugging him tight. “Didn’t quite get eaten up by the wolf, but same thing,” Tim said with a snicker.
“Oh?” Wil dropped to his knees behind Tim and was burying his face in his ass before the younger man could ask what he was doing. A brush of his tongue over delicate skin quickly clued him in before moaning as Wil cleaned his own release leaking from his pretty boyfriend.
“Oh… Oh Wil… You don’t… Oooooh.” Tim’s moans of pleasure began right back up. Much too soon to get hard again, but that didn’t mean his poor spent cock wasn’t going to try.
They spent the rest of the evening sitting together in a chair swing outside in Jack’s spacious backyard, Tim trying to avoid any eye contact with Jack as the man could sniff out guilt a mile away. It proved unnecessary however, and the host was eyeing Rhys’ scantily-clad body the rest of the night and feeling it up more the longer things progressed.
Jack didn’t notice that Tim and Wil had left when he was saying goodbye to the last of his guests, drunkenly eating up their compliments about his decorations and his haunted house and how cool the overall party had been.
“Okay but this year was way cooler. Especially the speakers hidden in the house. I don’t know how you’re going to top it next year.”
“Yeah that was definitely unexpected. Nice.”
Jack blinked, dazed through his drunken haze. “…Speakers?”
“Yeah. The ghosts moaning and groaning? It was awesome.”
The man wondered if his scantily-clad boyfriend passed out on the couch had done any last-minute additions he didn’t know about. “….I didn’t hide speakers in the house.”
His guests still gushed and dared to actually call Jack of all people humble, before leaving the confused host alone to plop down next to Rhys before passing out for a few hours.
Tim got a text the next day asking if he’d fucked in Jack’s closet. Tim ignored it, face scarlet, as Wilhelm got a picture notification: the ears Tim had made for the man that had fallen off.
Wil paid the dry cleaning bill for Jack’s jacket without a fuss, the entire experience completely worth it in his opinion. Tim wasn’t about to look Jack in the eyes for a solid six months after that.
Still totally worth it though.
#timhelm#rhack#borderlands#fanfic#my fic#rhys#handsome jack#timothy lawrence#wilhelm the enforcer#leave me a comment over on my ao3 babes YAAAAS <3#okay my ass needs to get to work O_O got a lot of drinks to make HAHA BARTEDER THUG LIFE
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Pretty Baby
Character(s): Reader X Hyungwon
Genre: Smut
Warning(s): orgasm denial/edging, praise!kink, vanilla rough smut
Length: 1.6K (a drabble but not rlly a drabble)
Summary: In which Chae Hyungwon gets rough sometimes.
Hyungwon likes routine. He likes constants, things he can count on to be there at the beginning and end of every day. He likes naps during the day where he can feel you snuggling into his neck. He likes cooking Italian lunches with you as you both dance to music, the smell of basil and tomatoes in the warm air. He likes spending Saturday nights with you at home, watching old movies on television, when you tell him that the Bee Movie is a ‘contemporary masterpiece’. He likes the smell that wafts off your body at night when you press close to him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear as you both drift off.
Hyungwon likes all of these things.
But he also likes that little glint that comes up in your eyes when he surprises you. Like sometimes when you’re washing the dishes and he spooks you from behind with a sharp prod of his cold fingers on your warm skin. Like when he flicks water in your face after brushing your teeth and spends a good fifteen minutes he could be napping running around your living room, laughing loudly as you chase him with your towel curled into a whip. Like when he comes home with your favorite takeout after a long day.
Hyungwon also likes all of these things.
But above all else, Hyungwon loves that sharp intake of breath when he has one hand pressing down on your hips and the other pumping in and out of you as he drags his lips over the curves of your body.
He revels in the little mewls you let out, dragging your fingernails up his shoulders and down his biceps as he presses your body into the mattress.
“Say my name, princess,” he mumbles, lips pressed against your collar bones and fingers dangerously hovering over your core. “Tell me how much you like it.”
Your breaths come out in stuttered gasps as you try to cant your hips upward, nearly crying in frustration when you find that his grip on your hips is too strong.
“H-Hyungwon, pplease.”
He loves it when you get like this, all whiny and breathy for him. It’s like a little boost to his ego; reminding you that it’s only him that can reduce you to such a mess, lips swollen, chest heaving, eyes glazed. His lips trail down your collarbone, stopping to ghost his lips over your nipples, teeth lightly grazing them. Goosebumps erupt all over your flesh, fingers tingling as your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
“Not enough, Hyungwon. B-bbaby, please.” Your voice is more desperate this time, more wanton with the thought of what his more his mouth could do to you.
He chuckles against your skin, lips curving up into a smirk and the feeling of his plush lips digging into your breast is so overwhelming after the fleeting touches he’s been leaving on you all day. Laving his tongue up the side of your chest, Hyungwon twirls his tongue around the nipple, using one of his hands to tweak the other lightly. His other hand moves from your hips to graze up your folds, indulging in the wet slick that coats the tips of his fingers as he groans.
“Oh, baby, are you this wet for me? Look at how fucking soaked you are; you’re such a good girl for me.”
The tip of his middle finger dips into you as he speaks, barely breaching your core but leaving you even more frantic for his touches. He drags his tongue to your other breast, flicking at the nipple with his tongue and pressing his lips firmly against the skin. The feeling of his thick lips against your burning skin makes you whine again, trying to arch your back. Hyungwon’s lips trail down your body, skimming his mouth down to press light, teasing kisses against your hips. You groan loudly when his fingers drag back over your folds, trailing the sticky, wet mess onto his fingers. He moves off your body, leaning back to rest on his knees as his eyes bore into yours, dark and heated. His hand moves away from you as well, and you whine at the loss until you see him bring it up, admiring the slick that coats the fingers.
“Look, baby,” he says, turning his attention back to you. “Look how fucking wet you are for me.” The glossy substance on his fingers catches in the lighting, glinting as he turns his hand over to bring his fingers closer to you.
Your mouth automatically falls open in anticipation, but instead Hyungwon shakes his head, a light ‘no, baby’ leaving his mouth. His fingers move to your breasts, covering your nipples with the slick, leaving them hard and aching. You glance down to eye your chest, met with the sight of the glistening buds standing proudly and the ache between your legs intensifies.
“Please Hyungwon, more,” you whine, snaking your hands up to wrap around his forearms as you tug him closer.
Hyungwon’s breath hitches as he stares into your eyes, bracing his hands on either side of your head. His eyes flash when you drag your tongue over your lips before he rolls his hips against you teasingly, his length pressing against your folds. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, digging your nails into his shoulders as he groans lightly. He buries his face into the side of your neck, letting out little huffs of air every time he rolls his hips up.
“N-nno, Hyungwon. More.”
Moving his face away from you neck, Hyungwon smiles teasingly at you.
“You’re so sensitive, baby. Fuck, when I’m done with you, you’re not even going to remember your own name.” His voice turns into a growl as he speaks, snapping his hips up against you one last time before pulling back.
You’ve never really realized you had a thing for dirty talk, but the realization is lost when you feel his body pressing against you again, moving down the length of your body.
Hyungwon crawls backwards, resting between your legs with his face directly in front of your folds. Your voice cracks as you whine out his name when he blows onto you, nerves tingling. Sucking bruises into your thighs, he noses into your skin and hooks his arms around your thighs, tugging you closer.
You moan loudly, throwing your head back into the pillows, when he presses the flat of his tongue against your clit, flicking up lightly. His hands dig into your thighs, pushing them apart as he pushes his tongue into you, lips pressing down on the bundle of nerves above. You cry out his name, toes curling as your fingers slide into the strands of his hair. He grunts as you tug as his hair in desperation, driving his tongue deeper into you as he works you open. Before you even realize it, his hands have latched around your wrists as he pins them down by your side.
The backs of your eyes burn a bright red as you’re brought closer to your climax, writhing in his arms.
“H-Hyungwon, I’m gonna-”
He pulls away from you instantaneously, lips glossy and eyes hungry. You pant, glaring at him as you feel your orgasm disappear and a whine bubbles at the back of your throat. Bringing his hands away from your wrists, he wipes over the mixture of spit and cum dribbling down his chin and reaches over to the nightstand to pull out a condom, laughing when you whine, sticking out your arms to drag him closer.
“Patience, baby,” his voice is low and raspy as he speaks, rolling the condom over his length.
Your hands latch onto his waist as he positions himself at your core, pushing into you with one swift thrust, as your eyes roll back and you scream.
“H-Hyungwon oh fuck oh my god, yes,” you mewl, writhing underneath him and bucking your hips up.
A growl leaves his mouth as he leans over you, clutching the headboard and ramming into you. The sound of skin slapping skin and heavy breaths are the only thing that fill the room until he snaps his hips at a different angle that has you seeing stars.
Arching your back, you claw at his shoulders as your orgasm builds up again, coiling at the pit of your stomach. Hyungwon hisses at the feeling, snapping his hips up into yours just a little bit harder.
“F-fffuck baby I’m c-ccclose,” he rasps by your ear, the stutters in his breath giving away his approaching end.
You bury your face into his shoulder, nodding, “P-pplease, yes, fuck, me too.” The words continue to come out of your mouth in incoherent blubbers as your body burns before Hyungwon buries himself into your with one harsh snap and you feel yourself coming undone.
Digging your fingers into his back and curling your toes you come, your muscles tighten around him as he continues to fuck into you.
Hyungwon lets out a choked off groan as he comes, collapsing on top of your body.
You pant heavily, evening out your breaths as Hyungwon rolls off of you, pulling off the condom and tying it off. He tosses it into the trashcan and flops down on the mattress next to you, rolling over to fling his lanky limbs around you and lock you in place.
Moving a sweaty strand of hair off your face gently, Hyungwon smiles, the sheen of sweat on his forehead giving his skin an ethereal glow.
“Pretty baby.”
A/N: i liked writing this bc i feel like theres a shortage of rough vanilla shit going on and that’s def a thing like vanilla sex is also hot also hyungwon is h0T
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Hyungwon rough smut pls. Theres no reason just him being horny & needy & feel like having a rough sex hehe tq!! ♥️
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