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beautifulbrainrot · 6 months

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regulus black x fem!reader

cw 18+ reader in lingerie, reader slaps reg once, cock ring, riding, bj, sub!reg

“Quiet now, Regulus. You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?”

Regulus only whimpered slightly, before you slapped him across the face. His head flew back and he cried out, before you gripped his jaw, effectively silencing him.

“I said, quiet.” You whispered, seethingly, your brows furrowed. Regulus nodded quickly, the best he could with your hand still gripping his jaw harshly.

You let him go, stepping back slightly, giving Regulus the chance to admire you, which he of course did.

His eyes raked over your form slowly, taking in the beauty before him. You were clad only in white, lacy panties and bralette, the material practically see through, leaving nothing to his imagination. He stared for a little too long though, you yanked his hair, forcing him to look up at your face.

“Like what you see?” You purred, small smirk playing on your plush lips. Merlin, how Regulus would give anything to kiss you right now.

“Bet you're thinking about kissing me,” How did you do that? “Too bad you can’t. Bratty boys don’t get to kiss.” You hissed, leaning down to face him, lips inches from his.

Regulus’s head was spinning, every sense heightened. He could feel your breath against his lips, every beat of his heart, the blood rushing in his ears.

You leaned away again, turning your back to him, and he sighed.

“I think you deserve a punishment, Regulus. After being so naughty. Don’t you think so?”

Regulus knew better than to answer, until given explicit permission.

“You may answer.” You smiled, turning back around to face him, happy he had obeyed you.

“I was a brat. I deserve your punishment.” He answered, voice clear yet meek and submissive.

“Good boy.” You cooed, hooking your finger under his chin, thumb on his soft bottom lip, to lift his head. His expression softened at the praise, blush tinting his pale cheeks.

You dragged his bottom lip down slightly with your thumb, and he automatically opened his mouth.

“Do you want my thumb, baby?”

He nodded softly, submissively, eyes wide. You granted his wishes, sliding your thumb into his warm mouth, and he held it there gratefully.

You let him have it for a few seconds, before retracting. “You can’t always get what you want, Regulus.” You tutted before he could whine at the loss, instead just looking dejected, pout on his lips.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Regulus.” You chastised, shaking your head. “You were bad. This is what bad boys get.”

You enunciated your words by finally wrapping your hand around his aching cock, giving it a swift pump, running your thumb over the leaking head.

He cried out, head dropping down as you finally provided him with relief. But he knew this was a punishment. Nothing good comes out of being bad, he knew that. A physical reminder of that fact was the cock ring at the base of his length, holding him tight, so tight that he could not get full release.

Oh, how he hated that little thing. How he despised it. But oh, Merlin, how he loved you having this amount of control over him. How he loved you having so much power over him. How he craved it.

He whimpered as you continued stroking his length, biting his lip as you sunk down to your knees before him.

Despite him being above, it was clear that you still held all the power. You looked up at him, eyes open wide, a deceivingly innocent facade.

You suddenly leaned in, licking a stripe from the top of the cock ring, to the sensitive tip of him.

Leaning back, you giggled as he moaned out, mouth dropped open and head flying back.

“Did that feel good, Regulus?” You giggled patronisingly, watching as his chest rose and fell dramatically with each breath.

After a beat of silence, just filled by his harsh breathing, you snapped your fingers. He immediately looked down at you.

“Yes- Yes, so good. You always make me feel so good.” He panted, gasping as you wrapped your hand around the base of him once again. You began slowly stroking him, paying close attention to every twitch of his cock as you stimulated it.

Regulus breathed heavily, whimpering as you worked his cock leisurely. You looked up at him, admiring his already fucked our expression, eyes dazed and teary and lips bitten. He looked perfect.

You leaned in close, keeping your eyes on his beautiful face as you wrapped your lips around the swollen, red tip of him. He cried out, wantonly, at the sudden warm wetness enveloping the most sensitive part of him.

Not giving him time to adjust, you lowered your head, taking in more and more of him engorged length, until your lips met the cock ring and he flexed against the back of your throat.

Merlin, how you loved the feeling of his cock in your mouth. How you loved to choke on his length, while still being fully in control of him. It gave you a sense of power and control that you so desperately craved.

Regulus’ whines and whimpers filled the quiet room as you began to bob your head on him. Tears filled his eyes as he started to feel so dangerously close to his release. But you would never let him get off that easily. That dastardly ring still clamped around the base of him, stopping him from reaching the release he so craved.

You lifted off him with a soft pop, licking your lips as Regulus watched you, eyes drooping, but unable to look away. How could he look away when you looked so perfect?

Getting up and stepping forward, you straddled his lap, kissing him deeply. The lace of your panties rubbed against his aching cock so perfectly as you kissed him, holding his head in your hands, fingers tousled in his soft curls.

Without warning, you moved your panties to the side, and sunk down on him. Regulus choked out a moan as your warmth enveloped him, your tight walls squeezing around him as you eased yourself onto him. You breathed a moan into his ear, burying your face in his shoulder he throbbed inside of your tight cunt.

A single tear dripped down his cheek as you clenched around his sensitive cock and he whimpered softly as you then began to kiss and nibble on his bare shoulder, up to the crook of his neck, which you sucked on harshly.

Without warning, you lifted yourself up off him, until your soaked cunt was only around the pink tip of him, before you slammed back down, smiling into his neck as he cried out in pleasure.

You began to ride him, moving your hips so that his cock would almost slip out of your wet heat before it swallowed him back in.

Regulus couldn’t stop the tears from pouring down his flushed cheeks. He was inside of you, balls deep in your warm, wet cunt, but he still couldn’t cum. With that damned cock ring still at the base of him, he couldn’t fill you, feel how you would mewl and shake as you both came together.

“Please-” He managed to cry, his voice desperate.

You lifted your head from his shoulder, smiling at the marks you had left on the pale skin, before looking into his pleading eyes.

“No.��

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omiiverse · 1 year

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cigarettes & secrets - sebastian x reader x ominis blurb

cw: kissing, smoking, slightly jealous ominis, unedited

Sebastian pulls the shrinking bud from his lips, casting its smoky contents and streamlining into the air. You watch, absolutely mesmerized by his beauty.

"For Merlin's sake." Ominis glares at his friend. "Put that out."

Sebastian turns, his hazel curls falling into his eyes, before bringing the cigarette to his lips once again - almost taunting his friend for good measure.

"Does it taste good?" You peer up at him curiously.

"No." Ominis says flatly, his answer firm. "Sebastian. Put it away - now."

"Why?" He grins, flicking the cigarette bud off the balcony. "She's curious, no?"

"You're insufferable." Ominis lazily leans his head into his palm. "Always the bad influence, you are."

"Being naughty is fun." He looks down at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Want a taste, little dove?"

Ominis listens on, hiding his irritation, knowing that his friend was only trying to provoke him.

"A taste?" You repeat, puzzled by his question.

Sebastian smirks, looking at your expression in amusement before leaning down, and pressing his lips to yours. You stiffen, taken aback by his sudden attack. He grips your cheeks gently, giving them a firm squeeze as he nips at your bottom lip. You gasp - his sweet yet smoky tongue grazing the wound before pulling away and acting as if nothing happened.

"S-Sebastian?"

He brings his finger to his lips, clearly doing his best to hide his laughter. The look in his eye says it all - what Ominis didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.

"Thought we agreed we'd share her." You feel the warmth of Ominis' broad chest at your back.

Sebastian can't hold his laughter in any longer.

"Intuitive as always, my friend."

"I don't appreciate lies." Ominis wraps a delicate hand around your neck, gently forcing you to look up at him. "Do not keep secrets from me, little dove."

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow fanfiction #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt fanfiction #sebastian x you x ominis #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy x reader

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mypoisonedvine · 11 months

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In dark corners is fucking AMAZING… it’s insane. It’s too good. Died a little on the inside when I saw it’s the only Sirius fic you’ve written. So talented.

I know this technically wasn't a request and you may not even know I was about to do my sleepover but I decided I really ought to write another sirius fic! so, here's a drabble just for you with young!sirius just to mix it up <3

warnings: smut (18+ only please), oral f receiving, a bit of dubcon but it's just hesitance, shy!reader, teasing, sirius being cocky as fuck, discussions of arranged marriage, bi!reader, very brief implied homophobia (not by sirius of course) and mention of blood status discrimination

"Well, they didn't lie," he decided with crossed arms and a tilted head, "you are pretty."

You nervously wrung your hands, glancing down briefly at your leather loafers as they shifted slightly on the study's hardwood floor— freshly waxed, your shoes and the floor. Everything had been prepared so carefully for this moment, the moment that you were meeting the man that might (hopefully) become your husband.

Apparently, they'd told him you were pretty, but you figured that was only part of their long matchmaking speech: a good, pureblooded girl from a respected family, distinguished and ladylike, demure, and at the perfect age to bear children!

You got a speech, too, but you knew half of it was a lie. You'd heard stories about Sirius long before you were taken here to be presented to him: stories of a rebel, a wild young man up to all kinds of things he shouldn't be. It made you even more intimidated to be standing in front of him, watching the way he watched you.

"Th-thank you, sir," you mumbled quietly, finally reacting to his compliment, and he smirked just a bit.

"I hear you've got excellent marks at Hogwarts," he continued, "straight Os, no?"

You got excited to brag about that, and perked up: "Yes, sir," you agreed.

He frowned. "Seems like a waste," he said. You sighed, unsure how you could've disappointed him with that but too afraid to ask. "Don't you get up to any fun?"

You blinked quickly, unsure how to answer. "I read for fun, sir— mostly wizarding history but some stories, too—"

"Why do you keep calling me 'sir'? Do you think I'm your teacher or something?"; when you looked at him again, you realised he was standing closer than you thought. It made you aware of how much taller he was than you, how inquisitive his eyes were, how soft his lips looked—

"I'm sorry— it's just how I was raised, sir— er, Mister Black— I call any man 'sir'..."

"Well, I'm not much of a man, am I?" he noticed, smiling. "Only twenty-one. And you, barely finished with your final year of school— you're hardly a woman."

You swallowed thickly, feeling you'd disappointed him again.

"Your parents assured me, in fact, that no one had... made a woman of you, so to speak," he added. "I knew better than to believe that— parents never know anything. But looking at you now, how nervous you are... I almost could believe it."

Your face got warm, not sure exactly what he meant but certainly getting an idea of the spirit of it.

He stepped closer again, so close you could smell his cologne, and your heartbeat picked up. "So, when I ask what kind of fun you've gotten up to," he continued, voice lowered, "I don't mean reading dusty old tomes."

You dared to look up at him, your lips parting as you tried to think what you should say.

"Look at you," he chuckled mockingly, running his fingers over your jawline, "you've probably never done a naughty thing in your life."

Feeling defensive, you knitted your eyebrows and returned, "Have to!"

You hated how childish you sounded, but he seemed to like it— or at least be amused by it. "Prove it, then," he challenged.

"I— I kissed two different boys this year," you said proudly, and he put on an impressed expression.

"Two boys? In one year? Merlin's beard, what a slut!" he said sarcastically, and even if he was joking you tensed up at that word.

"I... I kissed a girl, too," you added more softly, and he raised his brows. "Eileen Walsh... a girl in my year, a Ravenclaw... it was her idea, but we kissed for a few minutes in a potions closet—"

"Hm, alright," he nodded, finally seeming impressed, "the potions closet is more naughty than the girl-kissing, you know. Where someone could've caught you."

Your face kept getting warmer as your mind split its attention between memories of Eileen— red hair tickling your shoulder, freckled fingers petting over your breasts through your sweater vest, shelves pressing into your back as she pressed into you— and Sirius standing before you now with his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"If you only like girls, maybe we can make a deal then," he offered. "I'll agree to the marriage and if you want, you can go on kissing girls without any of the worry about your parents, since you've got a nice husband to keep them distracted—"

"N-no, I like boys too," you insisted, "I even... I let one touch me, you know... there."

His smile grew into a wide, toothy grin. "There, huh?"

You nearly jumped when his fingers brushed over your dress, starting at your side and trailing lower slowly— teasingly.

"Will you let me touch you there?" he whispered, lips right against your ear.

"I-if we're to be married," you mitigated, and he gave you a sort of offended look.

"So you'll let students cop a feel, but I can only touch you if we're engaged?" he noticed.

"Yes," you decided, "I should've— I should have never let them— but I was just so—"

"So... desperate," he finished for you as his fingers moved down your your thigh, teasing you with the possibility that he might really reach under your dress. "I can understand that. But if you're supposed to be my wife, I need to really see you, don't I?"

Your thighs pressed together. "See me?"

"Under your dress," he explained; you shivered a little.

"I— our parents are downstairs," you recalled, "in the parlour— if we tried to— they might—"

"Shh, they won't come up," he promised, his hand suddenly dipping under your dress' hem and grabbing onto your thigh; you gasped, your hands reaching up to hold his shoulders as he pet your skin just above the top of your stockings. "They want me to have time alone with you, to decide if I'll finally give in to one of their arrangements. As long as you can keep quiet, they won't know a thing, darling."

Darling. The way that made you bite your lip was proof of how badly you wanted to be his wife already, just to have him call you that again.

His hands suddenly moved up to the back of your dress, unbuttoning it. You definitely shouldn't have let him, but you were charmed in a way much stronger than a literal charm could do— you were already so eager to please him, maybe that was just the raised as much as your compulsion to call him 'sir'.

It wasn't much longer until your dress was on the floor around your loafers, and you were left in your bra and panties, plus the stockings of course.

"Saving yourself for marriage with a body like this," he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Now that's a shame."

"I'm sure my husband will appreciate that I waited for him," you decided, though your voice sounded shaky and breathless in a way you hadn't expected.

You gasped as he pushed you up against the credenza behind you, shoving some things off and out of the way so he could sit you on it and spread your legs. "Maybe I do," he admitted.

"S-so, you want to agree to the arrangement, then?" you realised, looking down at him with wide eyes.

He smiled at you, starting to hook a finger into your panties to pull them to the side. "If you please me," he bargained.

And a moment later, he dove in with a sloppy, hungry kiss to your cunt; whining right away, you found yourself arching your back up off the wall and tangling your fingers into his hair. "S-sirius!" you sighed. "I— oh, we shouldn't be— can't it wait until—?"

"Couldn't fucking wait," he responded before you'd finished (not that there was any hope of you getting that sentence out), mumbling against your sensitive skin. "Had to taste you, darling."

Every time he licked up your cunt, your whole body shook— you really had no excuse for being so sensitive, maybe it was all your nerves since you'd gotten to the Black residence... maybe it was that you'd been waiting far too long for someone to really pleasure you like this.

He hummed happily against you, moaned even, as he took tight grip of your thighs and suckled harder at your swelling clit.

"Oh, fuck—" you whimpered, feeling him smile when you said a bad word.

Apparently hoping to hear it again, he slipped two fingers inside you like it was nothing at all— because it was, with how wet you were.

"Fuck!" you yelped, fulfilling his wish, and he shut his eyes as he used his fingers and mouth in perfect harmony to absolute drown you in pleasure; it was only this one small portion of your body he was touching, but you felt it all over you— gooseflesh, waves of shivers and shocks, your toes curling inside your fucking stupid loafers.

"Not too loud, darling," he reminded you with a smirk, breaking away from your clit but keeping his fingers twisting inside you.

"Oh, shut up," you hissed, grabbing him by the hair and guiding him back to his work. He could've punished you for your insolence if he wanted, taken his fingers away and only given teasing licks to your bud until you apologised, but instead he just smiled proudly and got back to it— if anything he was more aggressive than before, guiding you right to the edge as he speared his fingers harder and faster into you. "I'm— fuck, m'close, Sirius, please don't stop— g'na come, please—"

He moaned against you— what a lovely sound that was— and kept going even more fiercely until it all cracked and you were melting onto that credenza: drips of arousal ran down his hand and chin, down your thighs to stain your stocks, and he lapped at them with eager abandon.

"F-fuck, wait," you whimpered when it all became too much at once, pushing him away by that thoroughly-mussed mop of chestnut hair. He grinned up at you with a slick, shining smile, and you felt a bit embarrassed as you sobered up enough to realise how whorish you'd really been.

"Yes, I think this will make for a fun engagement," he deciding, still panting, still on his knees before you. "But, let's get you dressed before we tell the parents."

#30k sleepover #sirius black x reader #sirius black smut #request #marauders sirius x reader

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hotreadingwitch · 6 months

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James x Reader - After Hours (Auror AU)

A/N - Happy Kinktober y'all horny folks, here's my first submission for this month! xx

Content Warnings/Kinks: boss/employee relationship, bondage, use of “sir” (authority kink), hair pulling, light choking, bondage, spit, nipple play, cum swallowing/tasting, oral sex (both receiving, unprotected vaginal sex

After Hours

“Sir” Y/n greeted, standing behind her desk as her boss walked into their open office space at the Ministry of Magic, “Lock up anyone bad tonight?”

“Two Death Eaters” James responded, continuing as Y/n’s eyes flitted to the dried blood on his cheek and collar, “It’s nothing bad don’t worry”

“Are you sure?” She fretted, wringing her hands, “I—I could help you clean the wound if you’d like…”

James loosened his tie, making Y/n gulp, “Yes, that’d actually be quite helpful, thank you”

Y/n came toward him after wetting a small napkin with a flick of her wand and a small whisper of a spell,

“Aguamenti”

She placed the wet material onto his cheek, rubbing lightly at the bloody spot, making James wince.

“Sorry!” She exclaimed, cautious of the pain she was causing him.

He grabbed her wrist just as she pulled away before quickly releasing it as if thinking better of himself.

“It’s okay, don’t worry love”

She nodded nervously, then began to clean the small wound again, tracing the light lines of blood that had trickled down his neck, watching his veins pulse. She saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he gulped.

“Done” she affirmed, still standing incredibly close to him, between his spread legs as he leaned back slightly on the desk.

James’ eyes flicked up to meet her lust-filled gaze. She felt self-conscious as if her boss could read her now naughty thoughts.

“James…” she started, turning away embarrassed, heat making her cheeks flush.

He huffed frustratedly before coming closer to her from behind, trapping her from both sides with his muscular arms. His two hands, planted on either side of her body, were gripping the mahogany surface of the desk with force.

“Fuck Y/n, I swear sometimes you know exactly what you’re doing to me”

She turned to face him, looking over her shoulder, her eyes widening in shock.

“I’m—Merlin, I’m sorry Y/n” he then huffed, “I shouldn’t have said anything—”

“Please sir,” she hushed his protests as she leaned closer to him, until they were mere inches apart, “You don’t have to apologize to me”

“Yeah?” He chuckled before groaning, “Fuck love you’re gonna get me in trouble…”

“Maybe trouble is exactly what I want…sir”

He ran his large palm across his mouth while shaking his head, “‘Can’t be fucking the secretary now can I…?”

“Can’t you?” She looked up at him with doe eyes, grinning when she noticed the bulge in his pants,

“Y/n…”

“You’re the boss James…well, you’re certainly the boss of me” she stated plainly, “Now tell me what it is you want”

“You know what I want, you know” he mumbled as his hand caressed her soft cheek, “Get on your knees”

Y/n obeyed, allowing his thumb to flit against her bottom lip as she lowered herself before him, making him groan at the sight. She unzipped his pants, slowly pulling them down, grinning when she finally had access to his freed bulge. James gripped his base, guiding the tip to her pillowy lips. She puckered them instantly, placing light kisses on his tip, then down the sides of his shaft.

“Yes” he groaned at the small contact, “fucking tease me, yes”

Tucking her face below him, she ran the tip of her tongue up his length, making him curse. She did this, licking and kissing him, until he could barely focus on her pretty face, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Put it in” James begged, placing a steadying hand on her cheek, “Please love”

“You’re begging for it?” Her eyes shone playfully.

“Yes” he gritted out before submitting with a low whisper, “Merlin, I need to be in your mouth”

She placed another soft kiss on his tip, spitting onto his cock, getting it wet before sliding the top half of his considerable length into her mouth.

“Fuck” he gripped his hands in her hair, tugging desperately at the strands.

She bobbed up and down, wetting him more with her tongue as she sucked obediently. “Mmm,” she moaned onto his cock, the vibrations making him twitch in her mouth. Y/n found James felt so good, thrusting in and out of her, that she thought she was enjoying herself perhaps as much as he was. She grabbed his bare thighs, pushing him farther into her mouth, down her open throat. As he groaned with pleasure, she twisted her head with each motion of her mouth, with each slurp, her lips puckering as they spread to accommodate his girth.

“You’re so good love, so fucking good” James praised, his rumbly voice an echo in the silence of the office.

His grip on her hair grew stronger as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. Finally, he came, the white substance coming out of his tip in bursts, squirting down her throat.

“Swallow” he commanded dominantly, one of his hands sliding down to grip her throat.

Her eyes rolled back at the acidic taste, making him groan. She whimpered as she stood, the look of intensity in his eyes practically piercing her.

“I need to taste you now love—fuck, please let me”

“Yes James, yes” she consented quickly.

He practically ripped her blouse off, not caring about the delicate fabric or the pearly buttons. James was acting like a man possessed, like he was made by some god or another for the sole purpose of eating her cunt. Her skirt was next, he unzipped it without even looking to find the zipper at the back, palming her ass for good measure after he slid the material off her.

“So pretty love, so damn beautiful”

His praises continued, tiny murmurs of passion, as he pulled her now naked body to the edge of the desk, attacking her chest down to her cunt with aggressive, wet kisses, stopping to focus on each of her nipples. He sucked on both of them one by one, making her body shiver and need build between her legs.

“James—please” she begged.

“One second love” he then grinned, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, revealing hardened abs beneath.

She watched him undress in awe, she knew he was fit, having watched him prance around the office in his tight white button-ups and trousers that left little to the imagination, her wild imagination, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the sight of him naked. With his tie in his hands, James curled his fingers slowly, beckoning for her to give him her wrists. When she realized his intentions she quickly obeyed, thrusting her hands forward.

James tied the tie into a tight knot that rubbed against her skin, the slight friction instantly turning her on. He didn’t attach the tie to anything so she was free to move her arms, her hands simply restricted. He lay her down then, pressing her against the wood of the desk, before making his descent lower.

The first long, languid lick of his tongue over her clothed cunt was all Y/n needed to moan loudly.

His eyes widened at her apparent sensitivity, “You’re so pretty when you moan for me love, you know that?”

He pressed his fingers onto the fabric, groaning to himself at the wetness that had already accumulated there.

“So wet” he pushed her panties to the side with one swift motion, leaning down until he fully connected with her cunt, making her whimper.

James began, licking one single stripe up from her hole to her clit. He spread her folds with his strong fingers, kissing both sides before focusing on the place where she was most sensitive. She threw her head back, releasing a low groan at the feeling that was starting to build. The way that James kissed at her clit, flicked at it, licked it, was like nothing she’d ever had done to her before. He was pleasing her as if he knew her body’s every need, could sense exactly what she wanted, could maybe even read her mind for all she knew.

“James” she whimpered, threading her hands in his curls, as much as she could with the restraint, “Merlin, you’re good”

James chuckled, cool air hitting her clit. He pulled back for a second to look right into her eyes, shocking her when he spit, letting the salvia drip down from his mouth and onto her clit. Without breaking eye contact, he reconnected with it, licking upward with teasing motions.

“Arch for me” he commanded, then praising her when she obeyed, “Yes, yes, you’re beautiful, such a good girl”

With her back arched and James’ mouth on her, she moaned and moaned and moaned, her body responding to every single flick of his tongue. He cradled her from underneath, his hand pressing onto her skin where her back lifted from the desk’ hard surface. Shamelessly she begged for more,

“James please”

“What do you want love? Tell me what you need”

“Faster, more, please”

This time it was he who obeyed. James used the full flatness of his tongue to cover the entire area around her clit as he licked up and down, satisfying her completely, making every nerve stand at attention. He transitioned from there, starting to suck on it, more roughly than before. He attached and detached the suction his mouth created, making a popping sound against her wetness.

“Fuck” her back arched even more and as she moved James only pulled her closer, gripped her tighter.

“Cum for me” he ordered between sucking, “I know you’re close love, I want you to cum for me”

She moaned and gasped, the overstimulation making her orgasm come nearer by the second. His moustache tickled her as he continued to push her closer to the edge. Crying out with pleasure, her release finally overcame her body. She shuddered as the feeling pulsed through her like an electric current, centred at the tip of James’ powerful tongue.

“James, James, yes” she groaned through gritted teeth.

She ground her cunt up to meet his tongue as he slowed, chasing every second of her orgasm until it was over, leaving her wanting more, knowing exactly what she needed from him next. When James finally detached from her, his chin covered in her slick, Y/n couldn’t help but pull him towards her, pull him in for a kiss.

“Mmm,” she moaned, tasting her cum on his lips.

“Y/n…” James groaned, his voice a low rumble.

The energy between them immediately shifted, going from hot to even hotter. James tucked loose hair behind her ear, his eyes searching her as if trying to figure out what she wanted next.

“I—Love—“ he started, “I really need to fuck you now”

His hands slid down to her waist, deceptively gentle at first before he lifted her back up onto the desk. He pushed papers, pens, anything and everything that was on the wooden surface, onto the floor in one rough motion. His breathing was heavy when he looked down at her, admiring her naked form lying before him.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful” he practically whined, “Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me”

“Yes sir” she obeyed his command, exposing her slick cunt to him, smiling when she saw his cock twitch in response.

“You’re sure you want it?” He questioned.

Her hands were still restrained, the tight knots of James’ tie tugging at her wrists, making them sore. He untied the bounds, allowing her to run her fingers through his chocolatey brown curls. He paused for a second to kiss her stinging wrists, looking up at her as he did.

“Yes” she kissed him then quickly, sweetly, before whispering, “Yes, yes, yes”

As she whispered her desire to him he slid into her, his forehead pressed up against hers.

“Oh fuck” he cursed as he slid deep within her.

He fit perfectly, his cock curving upward as he started, slowly pounding into her. Y/n lowered her back onto the desk, moaning as she arched for him.

“Lift your hips up for me love” he commanded gently before slipping back into her with more force, “Yea—mm—that’s it”

Her ass was over the edge of the desk, all her extra weight balanced in his palms as she shook with the force of his thrusts.

“James” she cried out, her voice strained.

“Rub it love” he commanded then, “Rub your clit for me”

She spit on her fingers, making James groan at the sight, before sliding them down her body, connecting them with her sore clit. Her pleasure only increased from there, turning her to putty in his hands. He fucked her and fucked her until her hole opened more to accommodate his size and harsh pace.

“Be a good girl for me now, eh love?” he breathed unevenly, as he flipped her so that her front pressed down onto his desk.

He slid back into her quickly causing her eyes to roll back into her head and gasp, “James”

Her toes curled and her legs shook as he began to pound into her again from behind, his cock hitting somewhere deep within her. She moaned loudly, her cunt drenched his cock, but it all only turned James on more, making him fuck her rougher and rougher. His hands gripped her hair tightly, pulling and pulling until her back arched up towards him, almost unnaturally.

“Fuck you take me so well—so fucking good love”

James slammed in and out of her cunt relentlessly, just the way she liked it, filling the air with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, moaning, groaning, and panting. He thrust in and out of her at an almost erratic, feral pace, a series of movements so fast she was seeing stars and the next so torturously slow her legs shook.

Y/n smiled as she came, biting down on her lip trying to keep her moans in, James’ perfect cock and her own rubbing fingers overwhelming her body completely.

“C’mon love” he groaned, pulling her hair, “Let me hear you…I want to hear every pretty little moan you make”

“Fuck…fuck, James” she murmured, groaning, the intense feeling making her mind loose and blissed out.

“Yes, that’s it” he praised as her cunt pulsed around him, sending him over the edge.

He kept thrusting in and out of her, slowly, making her shudder until all her sensitivity was gone. Without pulling out of her James kissed along her shoulder, down her spine, before turning her over and removing himself from her. He groaned at the sight of his cum spilling out of her.

“Looks like I’m the one who needs to clean you up now huh?”

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