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incognit0slut · 3 months

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Beyond the limit

>> Part two: the breaking point

Spencer is hesitant when you ask him to be rough, but when he realizes how much you enjoy it, he wonders just how far he can push your limit.

warnings: (MDNI, 18+) dom spence, guided/mutual masturbation, dirty talk, degradation (use of slut), orgasm control, hairpulling, choking, overstimulation, creampie, cumplay, squirting, rough sex, so many body fluids

a/n: 4k words for 4k followers! Thank you all so much, consider this as a token of my appreciation. This one is for you, I love you all ♡

Spencer considered himself as someone with a strong sense of self-control... until he found himself on top of you, right between your legs. How could he resist when your body felt so soft against his? When all his restraint seemed to vanish into thin air?

He had you pinned against the bed, his palms tracing your hips before moving to your breast. You moaned out his name as your nipples hardened against the thin material of your shirt—his shirt, to be exact. After all, it was how it all started.

The moment he was greeted by the view of your perfect ass when he came home from work, barely covered by his shirt you were wearing, something in him snapped. You looked so damn good, so damn tempting, practically begging to be touched.

It didn’t take long for him to discard his bag onto the floor before scooping you in his arms. You simply giggled, amused at his sudden urgency yet eagerly welcoming it as he led you into your shared bedroom.

Now he was right between your thighs, pressing his hard erection right against your panties. You could feel yourself getting wet by the friction and you found yourself parting your legs even further, grinding your hips along with his as his mouth continued to suck on the spot right below your ear.

Anytime you whimpered, he gripped you tighter, and your shaky hands clutched onto button-down shirt. There was something about him still dressed in his work clothes while you were nearly half-naked, his shirt bunched around your waist, leaving your lower half exposed. And you liked it. It made you feel vulnerable being pressed under him like this, sparking a strange desire to submit to him completely.

And now you craved more. You wanted to surrender to him, to let him take the lead. But to your dismay, his movements suddenly slowed down, leaving you momentarily confused because you could feel the way he was holding back. His hands were trembling against your body as if he was consciously avoiding being rough.

You slid your hands up to his chest, lightly pushing him away and he quickly drew back. His brows furrowed as he gazed down at you. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?"

Shaking your head, you reassured him. "No," you replied softly. "But... you don't have to hold yourself back for my sake, you know.”

His eyes narrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

You took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "I mean, I know you're trying to be careful, but... I want you to take control, without holding back. I want... more.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his features. "You want me to... be rough?" he asked cautiously.

You nodded, a flush creeping up your cheeks. "I do."

"But I- I don't want to hurt you."

You reached out, cupping his cheek tenderly. "I trust you, Spence. I trust us. And I want you to trust yourself too."

His expression softened under your touch. You took it as enough of a sign to push forward as your thumb swept back and forth across his jaw.

"If it's too much I'll tell you," you assured him.

He searched your eyes for a moment, uncertainty flickering within his gaze. "What if I hurt you?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

You bit your lip, studying his face for a moment before responding. "I think I'll like it if you do," you confessed, your cheeks flushing slightly. "But we don't have to do anything crazy you're not comfortable with. We don't necessarily have to do something you don't want to."

Spencer swallowed hard, processing your words. "So what do you want then?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your hand slid up the length of his jaw until your fingers slipped into his hair. Very carefully you gripped a handful of his curly strands in your fist. "Do whatever you want, baby," you answered. "Mark my skin. Pull my hair. Talk me through it."

You noticed the way his lips twitched at your words and you smiled.

"Fuck me hard," you demanded boldly.

His breath hitched as he searched your eyes. He definitely wanted to do those things, too. When he finally relaxed into your touch, a rush of anticipation surged through you, your heart beating rapidly.

"Are you sure?" he asked slowly.

You nodded, gripping his hair a bit harder, enjoying the way his breathing grew shallower. "Please," you whispered, your voice filled with desire.

With a barely audible groan, Spencer gave in to your request, his resolve melting away as his lips crashed against yours. Your pulse sped up excitedly in your chest in response—this was exactly what you wanted. That pure, raw desire that was too strong for him to contain. When he finally pulled away, he was breathing even heavier now, his shoulders heaving with each audible inhale.

"If we're going to do this, we'll do it my way," he declared firmly. "You will listen to me, understood?"

You nodded, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down your spine at the commanding tone of his voice. "Yes," you replied breathlessly.

And just when you thought he was about to delve into another kiss, he surprised you by pulling away. He sat back, his eyes narrowing as he focused on you. "Sit up and lean back on the pillow," he commanded.

Your heart raced as you complied, eagerly following his lead.

"Take off the shirt... leave your panties on."

You followed, leaning forward, your fingers grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it off your body, revealing your soft-looking skin to his eyes. His predatory gaze was locked on your breasts, noticing the way your nipples hardened as the cold air brushed your skin. When you leaned back again, he dragged the tips of his fingers up your thighs, gripping your waist for a moment before another demand left his lips.

"Spread your pretty legs," his soothing voice told you, staring intently between your thighs. You did as you were told, parting your knees, your feet propped up on the bed as you waited with bated breath for his next instruction, feeling yourself throb behind the drenched fabric.

"Now touch yourself." You gulped at his tone, sliding your fingers inside your panties. He suddenly called out your name in a warning, his voice alone stopping your hand in its tracks. "Over your panties, I'll tell you when to touch yourself directly."

You nodded, letting your fingers hover over the fabric of your panties. You let out a gasp when you felt how drenched you were before you found your clit. You were hyperaware of every movement you were making, you realized, and it turned you on way more than it should. You choked on your next moan, squeezing your eyes shut as felt the sensation growing along your body.

You suddenly felt a hand gripping your jaw and you quickly opened your eyes, greeted by him staring down at you. "Keep your eyes on me."

There was nothing else for you to do but to oblige. Your fingers continued to press down your clit, swirling around the sensitive bud desperately as he released his hold on your jaw before trailing down your chest, teasing your aching nipples. You whimpered and watched as his eyes traveled down your body.

Spencer hungrily took in the way your legs were spread apart before him, the way you were touching yourself so eagerly. Your fingers moved rapidly over your panties, the material now too drenched as it slipped between your folds every time you moved. Your pussy was barely covered and he could see your arousal dripping down your legs.

"Look at you," he mused, his hand traveling down your body, resting slightly at the inner part of your thigh. "You like putting on a little show, don't you?"

Your breaths came out in shallow, eager gasps, but when you attempted to increase your pace, he quickly shook his head. "Slower. We don't want to rush."

You complied, adjusting your movements to match his pace, and he rewarded you with a smile. "That's it. Nice and slow," he praised, his gaze locked on yours with intensity.

Through hooded eyes, you watched as he began to undress, each deliberate movement teasingly slow. His tie came first, followed by his shirt which he discarded carelessly onto the floor. His pants followed suit, and when he was completely naked, your eyes hungrily drank in the sight of his exposed body.

Your fingers on your own body slowed down as you took in the sight before you, the way he slowly gripped the base of his cock before squeezing it hard.

"Don't you stop, I didn't tell you to stop," he reminded you, his voice firm.

With a sharp inhale, you resumed your movements, the urgency returning as you focused on pleasuring yourself under his watchful gaze. Then as if to taunt you, he began pumping his length slow and steady as your eyes focused in on the motions.

"S-Spence," you whined, pushing your hips faster against your hand, trying to keep your rhythm in check though the sight of him pleasuring himself had you so weak in the moment. "I- I wanna take my panties off."

He gripped his cock tighter, working his fist quicker along the length as his breaths deepened. "Yeah? You wanna see how wet you are?"

His words sent a surge of warmth through your body, spreading from between your thighs to your cheeks as your fingers quickened in pace and your legs spread further for him to see. "Yes-yes- please," you begged.

"Such a desperate slut," he muttered. His crude words shouldn't have brought you pleasure, but they did, and your tight walls clenched around nothing. He noticed the effect it had on you and smiled. "You liked that, huh? You liked being called a slut?"

You gulped, your fingers moving faster. "Y-Yes."

He simply hummed in response, snaking his hands between you, finally slipping off your panties down your legs. His fingers then gripped the soft plush of your thigh, spreading you open for him, exposing your cunt to the open air as he massaged soothing shapes into your skin.

He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, taking in the mess between your legs. His gaze traveled your stomach, up to your perky breasts, before meeting your half-lidded eyes. He then slowly took your hand and your jaw slacked open when he abruptly sucked your fingers into his mouth.

His tongue felt hot, searingly so, as he laves over the pads of your middle and ring fingers, then dipped between them to caress your knuckles down to where they meet. A wave of heat traveled through you as he held your gaze, licking off your fingers one last time before guiding them back between your thighs.

"Keep going," he instructed, and you wasted no time in rubbing your clit feverishly. Your face twisted with pleasure, brow wrinkled, body tense, and each circle around your sensitive flesh brought you closer to the edge. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of crisp, rustling sheets underneath you and the slick motions of your fingers roaming your folds.

"Do you hear that? You're getting so loud. So wet," he gritted out. His eyes flickered up to your face, observing the delicate scrunch of your nose and your parted lips. "You're close, aren't you?"

You looked over to him. The view of his hand gripping his cock drew you so close to the edge you were balancing on, all the while attempting to feign control to give him the show he requested.

"Y- Yes," you admitted breathlessly, your body trembling with need.

He hummed a reply, soothing your thigh with his other hand. "Be a good girl and beg for it."

A choked whine escaped your lips.

"P-Please, let me come," you pleaded, the desperation evident in your voice as you sought his permission to release the tension coiling in your stomach.

"Ask nicely," he said, his tone firm yet encouraging. "Can I what?"

"Can I... I-I come?" you stammered, your eyes fluttering close, fingers moving rapidly on your clit.

"Look at me. Ask again."

Your eyes flickered open, meeting his intense gaze. "Can I-I come?" you begged, the desperation in your voice echoing your urgent desire.

"I can't hear you."

A moan ripped out of you, your body shaking uncontrollably under his gaze. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes as you struggled to hold on. "P-Please," you pleaded, your voice trembling with need. "Please let me come, I-I can't hold on much longer..."

"Louder," he demanded, his voice cutting through the haze of your desire, and that was when everything snapped. It was no longer a plea; instead, you were babbling incoherent words, unable to contain the overwhelming need coursing through your body.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I-I can't—" you cried, your voice strained with the effort of holding back.

But it was too late. Your resolve shattered, overwhelmed by the intensity of your desire. With a tear falling down your cheek, you locked eyes with him desperately as your climax crashed over you, consuming you entirely in its wave of ecstasy. It crept up on you, a gentle crescendo that abruptly peaked before slamming right into you.

Something in him snapped. Spencer never imagined he would enjoy having this much control over your body, but in this moment, he did. It was twisted, and although a hint of remorse flickered within him, his desire overpowered any sense of guilt.

Even as your body trembled uncontrollably from the intensity of your orgasm, he acted on impulse, flipping you over to lie on your stomach. The shift in position only fueled his desire further, igniting a primal need to dominate and possess you completely.

A moment later his hand came down on your ass with a sharp smack that drew a gasp out of you. He then crawled over you as his knees landed on either side of your thighs, the mattress bowing under his weight. Both of his hands dropped roughly down onto your ass, kneading the soft flesh.

You felt him lining his cock up with your entrance, your eyes closing in anticipation of him filling you. And then he plunged himself into you in one swift, sharp thrust which had your head dropping down into your pillow, burying your face in it as you tried to muffle the cry of pleasure that flew out of you.

He began pumping into you, his pace was slow at first, long strokes of drawing his cock out and back in earning quiet whimpers from you against the pillow. One of his hands released your hip before you felt him grabbing a fistful of your hair, just at the base of your skull, and sharply pulling.

"Stop burying yourself," he grunted. "Let me hear those pretty sounds."

You let out a moan, body shaking with every thrust of his hips, the room spinning as he picked up his pace. You felt the slow withdrawal of his cock as his hips drew back from you, but you weren't prepared for the way he rammed himself swiftly forward into you seconds after while tightening his grip on your hair.

A high-pitched, breathy noise of pleasure tore out of you at the feel of it. Encouraged, he repeated the gesture, the tug on your hair even rougher. You moaned loudly in response, your hips beginning to eagerly press backward into him as he brutally fucked you into the mattress.

"That's my girl," he praised. "Just like that, let me hear how good my cock makes you feel."

Your eyelids grew heavy under the weight of his words, your mouth going slack. Spencer was as loud as you as he repeatedly buried his cock in you over and over again. It didn't take long before his vicious thrusts had your eyes rolling back behind closed lids, your mind going entirely blank to everything but this very moment.

He then lowered onto his left forearm as his front molded over your back. The hard, solid feel of him behind you had you pressing back up into him, teeth gritting together as his cock buried itself somehow further inside of you. He released his grip on your hair, his hand swiftly moving to encircle your throat.

A moan escaped your lips as you felt the slight pressure of his grip, a surge of arousal coursing through you. His hand slid up further, encircling the bottom of your jaw as he carefully pulled your head backward, drawing it towards his shoulder until his mouth was beside your ear.

"Is this what you wanted?" Your breath hitched at his proximity, the heat of his body searing against your back as you struggled to form a coherent response. You could only manage a breathless nod in response.

"Let's see how far I can ruin you," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent a thrill through you despite the underlying threat in his words.

As his grip on your throat tightened ever so slightly, you couldn't suppress the moan that escaped your lips, surrendering completely as he picked up his pace, his hips rocking more rapidly into you. You were panting hard, your head tilted back against his shoulder.

His lips pressed onto the sensitive spot just between your shoulder and your neck, sucking on the skin while he mercilessly fucked you, his sweat-slicked body still flush to the back of you as he continued his fast, relentless pace. You were vaguely aware of his ragged, drawn-out groan and you could tell he was close.

It was evident in the way he was starting to lose control, his grip tightening around your throat as his breath grew hot and heavy against you. He was on the brink of spiraling, and you welcomed it, giving yourself over completely to please him.

"T-That's it, baby," you moaned. "You fuck me so good."

It was enough to make him come undone. He released inside of you, panting and huffing as he gave into the bliss. His motions slowed but he continued spilling inside your drenched walls, sweat beading against his forehead, lips parted, and face flushed. You squeezed yourself around him just to hear him suck in a sharp breath, gulping and exhaling with his brow wrinkled before he pulled out.

But when you thought he was done with you, he flipped you onto your back again. You were so wonderfully disheveled, your cunt clenching around nothing, gleaming with your arousal and his own release. He ran his fingers over your outer lips, spreading you open to have a better view of the white liquid trickling down your ass. He was quick to collect it with his fingers, tracing it up your folds so he could messily rub it over your clit.

"S-Spence..."

Spencer was known for his aversion to getting dirty, yet he didn't mind the mess he made between your legs. "You should see yourself," he muttered. "You're so pretty like this."

And then to your surprise, he positioned the tip of his cock right at your entrance again. You gasped, prompting yourself on your elbows as you looked down between your legs, wondering how on earth he was still so hard. Then a moan left your lips as you watched him slowly sinking into you again.

"Look at how I'm stretching you," he murmured, pushing his hips further. Both of your eyes were locked on the way your pussy stretched so wide around his girth. His previous release slipped back inside you every time his cock disappeared into your wet cunt, white cream coating around his length.

He moaned when your walls clenched around him, his eyes flickering between your face and the way his cock was stretching you. Spencer should have stopped. You were both too tired and too sensitive to continue further. Even his body ached with exhaustion, but he couldn't stop himself from thrusting forward as your walls swallowed his cock eagerly, practically begging for more.

The rational part of his brain urged him to pause, but the primal, carnal desire within him overrode any sense of restraint. Ignoring the way your body shook with exhaustion and the tension in his own muscles, he focused solely on the intense heat between your legs. So he continued to fuck you.

He was fucking you to the point where you couldn't even moan anymore, your voice caught in your throat with each thrust. He was fucking you so good there were tears in your eyes but you couldn't whimper or blink, you were just staring up at him, wordless and in awe, nails digging in his arms while your knees brushed up close to your shoulders.

He was fucking you roughly, dipping down every so often to press his lips to yours, the times he was not whispering encouragement, telling you how pretty you look, how wet you were, how much of a slut you were, and good you felt wrapped around him. And you could feel it, you could feel how good you were as your walls clamped down, sucking him in.

He thrust into you ruthlessly, consumed by a primal need to push you to your limits, to explore just how much you could take of him. Then when you felt that coil spreading along your limbs, you finally came without saying a word. But he didn't stop, continuing to fuck you into your next orgasm, and even when the sensation began to feel too overwhelming, he abused your clit with his thumb.

That was when everything blurred. The overwhelming pleasure finally consumed you entirely, rendering rational thought as a surge of liquid gushed out between your legs. He moaned in surprise at the sensation, his desire only fueled further by your response.

"Do that again," he begged, his voice husky with need as he continued to roll his hips into you. And you did, another wave of pleasure crashing over you as you drenched everything around you—his body, the sheets, every surface within reach. He moaned again, acutely aware of the mess you created.

Your grip on him slowly loosened and a pang of guilt hit him as he realized your body was already exhausted. Yet he couldn't resist the urge to use you once more. Your silence urged him to continue, thrusting into you relentlessly, your slicked-sweat skin sliding against his as he chased his second orgasm of the night.

He finally came with a grunt, his hips pumping into you with desperation, once, twice, before finally stilling. You cried out at the sensation, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all—the quickening of his breath, the hard grip of his hand on your skin, the throbbing ache between your legs.

Your vision suddenly became a hazy blur, and you gasped for breath, struggling to anchor yourself amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. Despite your shaking form, Spencer managed to pull you into his embrace.

“I-I got you," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of emotions as the rush of dominance that had driven him moments ago was replaced by a wave of panic. He continued to hold you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively as he whispered soothing words into your ear.

You focused on controlling your breathing, inhaling and exhaling slowly as you sought to regain your composure. Gradually, the haze began to lift, and after a moment passed, you found yourself able to see clearly once again. Your eyes traveled to him, and with a tired and sleepy smile, you leaned into his touch.

Spencer released a breath he wasn't aware of holding. "We are never doing that again."

"What? Why?" you asked, confusion evident in your voice.

"You scared me!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with both relief and exasperation. "What if you passed out? What if I had to take you to the hospital and—and explain that—"

"That I passed out because your dick was too good?"

He shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're impossible," he teased, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You grinned up at him, feeling a warmth spread through you at his affectionate gesture. "But you love me anyway."

His smile softened as he gazed down at you. "I do."

"And I love you," you assured him. "Don't worry, I'm alright. And be honest with me, you seriously don't want to do that again? Wasn't that hot?"

His cheeks flushed slightly at your question, and he hesitated for a moment before meeting your gaze. "It was..." he began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. "Intense," he finally admitted, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. "But maybe we should take it slow next time."

"Spencer, you were the one that kept going."

He gave you a sheepish smile. "I guess I got carried away a little," he admitted, a touch of embarrassment coloring his tone.

“A little?”

“Fine, more than a little,” he confessed. “But you didn't stop me either."

"That's because I was enjoying myself."

His embarrassment faded into amusement. "You're going to be the death of me one day, you know that?"

You grinned playfully at his remark. "Only if you're lucky," you teased, a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head fondly as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. He studied you, taking in the warmth in your eyes and the happy but serene smile that graced your lips as a surge of affection washed over him. "Then I must be the luckiest man alive."

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nateezfics · 5 months

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ATEEZ AND FACE SITTING

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, boyfriend!ateez, fem!reader, dom!ateez, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, oral (f receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, dry humping, edging//orgasm denial, dirty talk//sexual language

WORD COUNT — 2k

SUMMARY — as the title suggests, face sitting with ateez.

HONGJOONG

hongjoong wanted, needed, you on his tongue first thing that morning. the moment his eyes opened and he gained his consciousness, the craving for you hit him hard. you looked so peaceful sleeping next to him, it was just too bad he couldn’t resist the urge to wake you up. he barely offered you any time to process before he was hoisting you up on your knees, slipping himself underneath you. he didn’t waste much time on undressing you, only ridding you of your pajama bottoms. he pushed your panties to the side and groaned at the delectable sight of your pussy, already coming to life with that slickness he craved so badly. he licked a long stripe over your folds and god, he felt like he had been starving for years. his hands urged your hips down until you were literally sitting on his face. he couldn’t breathe, but he was content. if he died like this, he’d die a happy man. your scent, your taste was all around him.

“mmh, baby, you taste so fucking good,” hongjoong praised between sucks on your clit. “gonna let me eat you out, yeah? gonna ride my face until you cum, hm?”

you exhaled shakily just as your hands reached out towards the headboard. “y-yes, hongjoong. yes.”

hongjoong chuckled against you before offering you one quick plunge of his tongue between your folds. “you’re such a good girl for me, and you are the most delicious breakfast i could ever have.”

SEONGHWA

seonghwa grunted as he fucked into you. his hands had a vice grip on your waist, pulling you backwards to meet him every time his hips snapped forward. his eyes were fixed on your ass, your pretty bum on full display for him with you in this position. he could also see your soaked cunt, stuffed so full of him and leaking with your arousal. you were close, and with just a few more ruts into you, he was able to push you over the edge. he stilled while you came around him, and willed himself not to bust as your walls gripped his length. your release fell down your thighs and his, and he couldn’t help but think about how delicious you tasted. suddenly all he wanted was your release on his tongue. seonghwa slipped himself out of you, and when you moved to follow him, he insisted you stay just like that. he did urge you to sit up straighter and widen your legs, and you were confused until his head was seated between your thighs.

“i just can’t help myself. i need to taste your cum all over my tongue, baby.” he lapped and sucked on your pussy, and the noises he made were absolute filth, but they only made you wetter.

piggybacking off your previous high, you were quick to near your second orgasm. you moaned at the overstimulation. “hwa, i’m gonna cum again…”

seonghwa laughed. “go ahead, cum for me again. cum all over my face, and i’ll make sure to savor every drop.”

YUNHO

there was something about the way you looked in his clothes. seeing you in any of his clothes made him feel slightly short of breath, but the way you appeared now, in nothing but his hoodie, had his cock stirring to life in his sweats. the material would hike up as you moved, leaving your panty clad ass on full display for him. you wandered around the kitchen in search for something to snack on while yunho watched. his tall frame leaned over the counter, eyes never leaving you, while you remained oblivious. yunho had the insatiable desire to be suffocated by your thighs and your pussy, and he was only able to remain still for a moment later before crossing the kitchen and taking you in his arms. you were confused, but let him lead you to your shared room regardless, having a slight idea of what he was after. you were plopped onto the bed, yunho following you shortly after. he situated your body until you were straddling his mid section.

“sit on my face.” there was no room to question him. he looked as if he was going to perish any moment if you didn’t do as he wanted. “fucking please.”

you rid yourself of you panties and hovered over his face. you barely applied any pressure, something he didn’t approve of. he yanked you down onto himself until he had a face full of your pussy, tongue quick to flatten itself against your folds. you moaned, hand reaching to grab onto his hair.

yunho devoured you. he ate you up like you were the last meal he’d ever have. he made sure to keep you in place, not wanting you to move even the slightest bit. “when i say sit on my face, i mean sit on it.”

YEOSANG

it was late. so fucking late. you both needed to sleep, but neither of you cared to pull away from each other long enough to find any rest. yeosang groaned when your hips rolled over his, clothed pussy grinding against his erection. his hands gripped your ass and urged you to do that again, and again and again. he opened his eyes enough to look up at you, so beautiful in the dim moonlight. he was enraptured, so absolutely caught up in the way you looked as your face contorted in pleasure. he wanted you to feel more, just so he could see you make more of those expressions. he pulled at your panties until you understood what he wanted. you let him pull the lace material off your body, and let him bring your body up to his face. yeosang kissed your inner thighs just as they settled on either side of his face. you sighed when his warm breath blew against your sex.

“my pretty girl,” yeosang complimented just before licking your clit. “my sweet girl.” his tongue pushed itself between your folds, toying with your entrance. his eyes were trained on you, watching the way your head fell backwards.

you moaned, hips rocking across his face. “yeosang, oh my god. that feels so good.”

“yeah? use my face, baby. use it to get yourself off. fuck yourself on my tongue until you cum, and don’t stop until you’ve had your fill.”

SAN

san was addicted to you. your taste. he wanted you on his tongue every waking moment. he loved having you straddle his face, suffocating him with your body weight, face full of your pussy. he tasted you until he was absolutely pussy drunk. he was insatiable. he sucked on your clit, eliciting the nosy pitiful moan from you. you tried to pick your hips up to run away from his tongue, but he was quick to bring you back down onto his face again. “please, one more for me. i know you can give me one more.” he kept attention on your clit despite your whines. your thighs were shaking from the overstimulation. you’d lost count how many orgasms he’d pulled from you, and san was too preoccupied with your dripping pussy to count at all.

“san, it’s t-too much…” you cried as you felt yet another orgasm building fast.

“one more,” he repeated. “one more for me. let me taste you one more time, please.” san pushed his tongue into, fucking you with it. he urged your hips back and forth, your clit bumping his nose in a way that had your back arching. you fell apart quickly after, spilling over his tongue and face. san lapped up every bit eagerly before helping you onto your side. he kissed your temple. “so good for me.”

MINGI

it all started when you made a comment about his nose, telling him how pretty it was and how perfect it’d be to sit on. mingi was bashful and confused at first, but the more he thought about being nose first in your pussy, the more aroused he became. he was willing to try to please you, but the moment your pretty pussy pressed onto his face, clit bumping his nose, he became the one who was pleased. your hips glided back and forth while he thrusted his tongue in and out of you, and your clit grazed his nose rhythmically. the pleasure was beyond what you imagined, and mingi had just found his newest passion in life. he was going to need you on his face just like this again and again. mingi groaned when you pressed your sex into his face, letting you use him to find your release. his hands massaged your thighs, and he adored the way they shook under his touch. you were soaked, he could feel you dripping down his chin, pussy drenched as you came closer to your high.

“does this feel good, baby?” he asked you, already knowing the answer. he smiled at the sound of your small whimper.

“f-fuck yes, mingi! so good. g-gonna cum on your face.”

“mmh, that’s right. cum all over my face,” he urged you, burying his nose in your cunt. “yeah, baby, just like that.”

WOOYOUNG

“uh uh, baby. can’t cum yet.” wooyoung laughed at your pitiful whine. he was feeling particularly devilish tonight, teasing and toying with you simply because he enjoyed it. he loved your pouts and cries, your pleas, the way your body shook from another withheld orgasm. your cunt dripped above his face, so red and swollen and pretty. wooyoung could’ve lied there for hours, just admiring your sex and and the way you looked above him. of course he was going to give you what you wanted, but he wanted to drag it out as long as possible. he blew on your pussy, his breath cool against your heat, making your thighs shiver and goosebumps erupt on your skin. “oh, such a sensitive baby.”

you tried to sink onto his face further to feel some sort of friction, but his hands kept you in place. “wooyoung, please, let me cum.”

wooyoung smirked. “you wanna cum?” his tongued pressed into your clit and your reaction was immediate. he lapped and sucked until you were at the edge again. but before you could finally tip over, he pulled his mouth off of you. he laughed again when you cried. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll let you cum, but i’m not done playing yet.”

JONGHO

jongho’s thoughts were anything but innocent. with the way you looked in that dress, all of his thoughts were centered around getting you out of it. you sat across the dinner table, looking absolutely ravishing and completely aware of the state your boyfriend was in. with a smirk, you revealed to him that you just so happened to be wearing nothing underneath your dress. you enjoyed the firm set of his jaw and the way his grip tightened around his wine glass. it didn’t make much longer to finish dinner, jongho swiftly escorting you to your shared home. your dress was off the second you crossed your front door; there was no gentleness in the way he ripped it off you, but you barely had time to complain about the state of your dress before you were picked up and carried to the bedroom. jongho was quick to flip the two of you until you were on top and straddling his face. “you’re such a little slut, not wearing anything under your dress. is that what you wanted, hm? to get me all riled up like this?”

you moaned as your pussy made contact with his eager tongue. you smiled as he began to ravish you, enjoying the pleasure and the way your boyfriend seemed to lack any ounce of self control. you loved when he was like this. “yes,” you breathed, eyes fluttering as you succumbed to the pleasure. “and i am a slut, i’m your slut.”

jongho groaned. “that’s right. you are my slut,” he sucked on your clit. “now be a good slut for me and cum on my face.”

AUTHOR’S NOTES — been meaning to do this forever;; the way i feel like every single member of ateez would be absolutely in love with their partner sitting on their face 😫 they’d eat that shit up (heheh😏)

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Lando tying your hand to the headboard and being super gentle about it bonus points if he does this before eating you out and you wanna hold his curls so bad but you can't omg my dream

“You broke the cuffs last time.” Lando complained looking at her with a pout adorning her face. It was no secret that Lando liked bondage, but most of the time she just couldn’t resist touching him. “But it’s not fair you get to touch me” She was beginning to whine now, but that didn’t stop him from running his hands over her thighs lightly. “That’s the rule, you know that.” Her hands were kept above the rest of her body, wrists held together by Lando’s hand. “Please.” She was resisting as much as possible, the urge to touch him taking her over, she could feel the heat of his hand on her thigh, before he pulled her underwear off. “Lando.” She continued to whine as his lips made contact with her cunt, she pushed her hips towards him. “Behave.” Lando groaned, out of breath and face covered in her. He could feel her tensing slightly as he sucked on her clit lightly, pulling a song of moans from her mouth.

Her eyes shot open when he pulled away. As his eyes met hers she realised her hand was clinging to his curls. Lando shook his head dramatically, knowing eventually he’d give her the pleasure she desired. “No. Please Lando.” She begged, sitting up quickly, becoming more obedient as time went on. “You didn’t listen.” He spoke, almost chastising her. Disappointment painted her face as she saw him stand up, walking away with his arms crossed. She huffed loudly upon hearing his footsteps, drawing his attention the best she could, hoping he wouldn’t punish her. But her thoughts were silenced when she saw what was in his grasp; his resistance bands from his home gym. Although Lando was a top athlete who could definitely hold her wrists together, he liked to have his hands exploring her body at any chance he could.

“Really? That’s your solution?” She pouted once again. Lando chose to ignore her remark as he made work of pulling her hands above her head once more, ensuring the bands were secure around her wrist. “These are pretty long, I could definitely still touch you.” He just laughed while ducking his head lower again, laying his tongue flat once again, his hands rested under her knees, keeping a tight grip, just to tease. He knew how desperate she was to feel him on her own accord, but he had to deny her. Moans were bouncing off of the walls the longer his lips made contact with her cunt. “Please Lando, need to feel you. Please….” She trailed off before gasping, the feeling on him become too much. Her hands her pulling on the bands as much as she possibly could, lust taking her over, she was stuggling to even get her hands far from the headboard. His name spilled from her mouth as she pulled, thrashing around in an attempt to get free. “Be good for me.” He reminds with a low voice, before shaking his head side to side, increasing her pleasure tenfold. Her hips pushed up, head empty from the ecstasy running through her body. Lando’s hands danced over her shaking legs in a gentle way to comfort her. “So good, such a good girl.”

A blissful smile adorned her face as Lando looked up again, reaching for her wrists, removing the bands as quick as possible. “They’re 40kgs. I’m sorry baby, but I had no other choice.” He huffed playfully, kissing her sweetly as he rubbed her wrists, making sure she was cared for. “You can touch me as much as you want now.” He whispered out, letting his hands slide over her waist, ensuring his cock was aligned with her cunt. Lando still insisted on teasing her, but rubbing the head over her clit a few times before pushing in. Her hands immediately met his hair, she pulled on his curls, basking in the feeling.

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needlereads · 25 days

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Primal Functions

dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit, non-con, breeding, bondage

A/N: woooo. this intrusive scenario would not leave my brain. continuation of Hardwired.

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He had your hands tied up, out of the way. The rope looped under both your knees, keeping your legs folded up. It gave Steve the most delectable view of your pussy, ripe and sensitive from the two times he had already pressed his thick cock into your hole to fill you with his cum.

He hadn't fucked you. No, as punishment, Steve was forced to jerk himself close to completion and only then did he thrust into you to deliver his seed. It minimized stimulation and pleasure for you, all while allowing him the alluring view of your body, your dips and curves, begging for his attention.

You had tried crossing the boundary of his property again. So here you were, all trussed up, the better to learn your lesson.

For a while, Steve left you untouched. Only spread open and at his disposal. He jerked at his cock, drinking in the sight of you, until he was at the edge, and only then did he push into you so his cum found home in your ripe cunt.

He slowly stroked his cock, still hard and eager for you. He had managed not to fuck you this long. But at this point, your naked body laid at his mercy tempted him beyond his control. Throw in your teary eyes gazing up to him, and well, Steve was only a man in love.

"See? When you're bad, we both hurt. I can't give you the loving you deserve." Even flushed with arousal, he stayed stern. "All I can do is treat you like the bad little doll you are." He didn't prefer treating you like his little cumdump, but you had pushed him to this.

And now, you were unable to resist the lust he stoked in you -- from his bare, adonis form looming over you, to his cock covered in slick that pumped cum into you while leaving you unsatisfied.

Your struggle had grown weak. Steve made sure the bonds kept you in place for the most part; the little wriggling that you managed with your hips, well, you were a vision that fueled Steve's desire.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, then sheathed himself in you, sighing as he watched your tight hole take him in. "So fucking pretty."

He kneaded you hip, caressed your calf. Hungry for you, his tongue traced the undercurve of your breast, salivating for the fullness of your tits. You arched into the heat of his mouth. Your legs tensed. You couldn't help the relief, the yearning, your skin ached for contact.

He sucked the point of your breast, forcing a whimper from you. In that softly dangerous purr, you could hear him.

"This is what you need. Isn't it...Look at you." He left wet kisses up your shoulder. He groaned, grinding against you. Your wrecked sigh had him huffing a laugh. How could you fathom being apart from him when he made you feel so good.

His fingertips teased down the back of your thigh, sending tingles though you. You could not resist stirring some more. Even the smallest shift from you changed the pressure of your pussy around his cock, so that Steve's head dropped back. His grip on your hip tightened, making you whine.

His thumb lightly played at your clit. You panted, as he added more pressure, and stayed buried deep. You grew hotter, his torture on your clit drawing pleasure higher.

Jaw tight, he soaked in your breathy sounds. That relentless friction on your clit finally drove you over the edge. Your orgasm had your body stiffening, your cunt pulsing around his shaft so deliciously. He was done holding back. A sob escaped your lips and Steve reveled in it.

Growling, Steve pulled back and thrust hard into you. "God, sweetheart. You drive me crazy, taking me so good." He worked his hips, driving into you hard, making you cry out. "I'm gonna fill you up so much."

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blayresmuses · 2 years

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how the tables turn

summary: you’ve been trying to catch ser harwins attention for weeks and are on the verge of giving up until he shows up in your quarters unannounced.

warnings: targaryen!reader who is also a tiny bit manipulative, brat tamer vibes from harwin, degradation and humiliation, sexual themes.

the moon had risen when your handmaiden came knocking. you’d been fed and bathed, your hair brushed out into soft waves. it was dull being so confined and the one thing you wished for as you looked out at kings landing was something to do.

‘ser harwin strong is here to see you princess,’ your maid announced. your heart leapt, a wicked grin already appearing. you’d been trying to catch the commanders attention for weeks, something you thought would be easy. he flirted along, even sending you cheeky winks at court but you were on the verge of giving up, sick of being the instigator.

‘send him in,’ you answered, doing your best to sound normal. you watched from the corner of your eye as her expression grew shocked, her eyes taking in your barely clothed form. your silk chemise was perfect in your opinion, it would do exactly what you wanted it to. her mouth opened, ready to object no doubt. ‘quickly, please. he shouldn’t be kept waiting.’

you fluffed your hair as you waited, posing yourself in your window seat. your body came alive as you listened to his heavy footsteps, growing louder as he neared. you were on the edge of your seat, anticipation thrumming through you. you looked him straight in the eye when he finally appeared through your doorway, his body taking up the whole space. harwin strong sucked the breath from your lungs, it was a dizzying maddening high you’d never get used to.

his own eyes slid down your body, his jaw tightening as he drank you in. it was highly improper, something he could be severely punished for but you were basking in the attention. you had so many eyes on you at all times but harwin was the only one who made you feel truly seen. after a long silence, harwin bowed. the feeling of power flowed through your veins as you watched, a soft smile taking over your features. pretty, feminine, you readjusted yourself, hanging your legs over the edge of the seat. ‘how can i help you, ser harwin?’

‘i’m sorry for visiting at this late hour princess,’ harwin replied. the formality vexed you but you kept your features soft with your doe eyes and fluttering lashes. ‘patience isn’t a trait i possess, i’m afraid.’

you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. you wanted him so desperate to see you he would have climbed up the walls and in through your window, you wanted him panting, worked up, so eager to declare his feelings, to claim you. you nodded in response, urging him to continue. ‘the watch is growing stronger every day,’ harwin ventured on. ‘i can’t help but feel like my job there is done.’

the admission left you confused, you had to admit. ‘i’m not sure what exactly you’re asking me.’

‘for a favour,’ he announced, a glint of pride glistening in those eyes. ‘i want to be a part of your personal guard.’

‘my personal guard,’ you deadpanned. your excitement fizzled out in your stomach, even as you looked at that cheeky grin. he hadn’t moved much further from the door, it grew more irritating to you as the seconds passed. why wouldn’t he come closer?

he never would, you realised. especially not if he was your guard, sworn to protect you. he’d be around more but would you physically get anywhere with him? not if he wanted to keep his honour. it rattled you, how difficult it was to get through to his man. you knew he’d been with women, you’d watched him flirt and dance plenty of times but he seemed oblivious to your true desires. your cheeks burned, rejection sitting heavy in your stomach. ‘why would you want that? forgive me but it sounds like a downgrade to me.’

a raspy chuckle escaped his mouth as he took one minuscule step towards you. his hands were crossed behind his back and you wanted to see them, wanted to imagine how big they were compared to yours, what they’d feel like against your skin. ‘where’s your usual confidence, princess? any man would be lucky to have the privilege to protect you.’

‘who says i need protecting?’ you countered quickly. you stood up, not bothering to fix your slip where it had risen to expose some of your thighs. ‘i have a dragon.’

‘i don’t see her.’ harwin looked around as if to prove his point. ‘i didn’t even see a guard at your door, seems dangerous to me - to leave something so precious so unguarded.’

you gave him a genuine smile, letting the subtle compliment boost your ego again. you loved it when he was like this - open, promiscuous, dancing around you the way you so often did him. ‘there was trouble at the gates,’ you explained. ‘the city seems riotous tonight.’

‘oh, i’ve heard,’ harwin said and there was a certain implication in his voice that made your blood run hot. he wouldn’t - would he? the way he was looking at you was devious, thrilling and you knew in that moment that he’d been the cause of the trouble, clearing the way to come in here for you.

‘so this is a ruse then?’ you pondered, you batted your lashes, your face a mask of confusion. you looked like the perfect princess, the damsel in distress so perpetually innocent. ‘you’ll forgive me if i’m a little afraid. you’ve made your way in here, we’re alone, you could do anything you wanted to me. there’s no one here to stop you.’

you dangled the bait and waited to see if he’d finally pounce. it was silent in your chambers save for the hammering of your heart under your pretty silk. finally harwin grinned, a fire alight in his eyes that made your facade drop for just a second. you desired, obsessed over him even but he also never failed to infuriate you. he never fell into the traps you laid so carefully for him, he would never make it easy. ‘drop the act, princess,’ harwin urged, his voice rough. ‘i’m a smart man. you think i haven’t had women trying to seduce me before?’

you took your bottom lip between your teeth, buying yourself some thinking time before you wandered over, slowly, letting him watch your hips sway, your breasts move beneath the silk. you purposely brushed into his side, feeling the toughness of his arm against the softness of yours. ‘careful ser, you wouldn’t want to make me jealous,’ you warned as you closed over the door. you leaned against the heavy wood, letting it cool your flushed skin. harwin turned, always chasing you, following you where you went, it should disturb you but you liked that you had him somewhat wrapped around your finger. ‘i’m curious though, what gave you the impression that i was trying to seduce you? that’s a dangerous accusation to make of a princess.’

‘an accusation? really? you can play dumb if you like princess but i can see right through you.’ you were burning up, a heavy feeling of anger on your shoulders and you stared up at him, not bothering to hide your glare. he wasn’t playing along, wasn’t playing his part in the fantasies you dreamed up at night. he was supposed to be falling at your feet, begging for you, your hand, your touch but here he was, in some sort of battle with you about the games you’d been playing.

‘if you’re so certain of that, ser harwin,’ you began, crossing your arms over your chest. of course his eyes followed the movement, taking a step towards you that you weren’t sure he meant to take. ‘then why are you here? to tell me to stop? or maybe you’re here to teach me a lesson, show me that i shouldn’t play around with big, bad men in case they have their wicked way with me? is that it?’

‘i told you why i was here.’ harwin ignored your comment entirely. the man was a brick wall, unmovable, unyielding and he was crowding you in. like a predator hunting his pray harwin stepped towards you, past your personal space until he had you pinned to the wall with his size alone. he didn’t stop, not until your body was flush with his and he was looking down at you. his cock was hard, digging into your lower stomach but you kept your expression neutral, bored even. the smell of him overwhelmed you, his body enveloping you. it was hard to concentrate, to remember what had been said.

‘it seems you like my efforts plenty,’ you commented, giving him the most coquettish look you could muster even though your breathing had picked up, your cunt pulsing and aching for him. this was better than your dreams. you had to admit you liked that he was trying to put you in your place, to show dominance. being in such a position of power it was hard to find a man that really stood up to you, most of the men who begged for your attention were simpering fools doing their best to lure you into traps of their own, hiding their lust for power beneath their pathetic acts.

‘no princess.’ the words were practically growled at you, you could only watch in adoration as he lowered down to your height, taking your face in his hands. some of his curls tickled the bare skin of your shoulders, making you shiver. ‘it’s not the innocent act that gets me like this. it’s the fact that underneath it you’re just a little brat, begging for my attention.’

words failed you, you couldn’t even shake your head due to the harsh grip he had on you. your brain was going fuzzy, your wit failing you as you looked into his eyes. how was it possible for him to have come out on top, to have you a desperate mess against him and have not done anything. you’d put the effort in, exerted yourself to get even a morsel of time with him and he’d done nothing. how was it that you were the one panting for him, falling apart at the seams whilst he stood composed and arrogant, the only sign of his true feelings the hardness that pressed into you.

with a gentleness you didn’t expect harwin ran his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it down and watching it bounce back into place. a groan met your ears, then he was pushing it into the orifice. you weren’t going to be outdone, you blinked at him before slowly hollowing your cheeks, sucking on it, giving him a show. ‘you like this don’t you?’ he asked hoarsely, his hot breath hitting your cheek. ‘that for once you’re not getting what you want. this is why you need me princess, to protect you from the people who’ve made you this way. they all run around after you don’t they? they’d do anything to please you.’

you moaned in protest and harwin pushed his thumb in further, once, twice before dragging it out, spreading your spit down your chin. it trailed down your throat to your chest, down over your breast until he reached your nipple, hard and pebbled against his movements. his thumb rubbed over it, torturously slow. ‘see?’ the words were soft, given to you in false pity. ‘you’re greedy. i bet if i picked this so-called dress up i’d find you soaked, wouldn’t i? it’s driving you mad, you thought i’d be down on my knees worshiping you by now didn’t you?’

‘what about you, ser,’ you threw back, you moved towards his mouth, your lips a breath away from his. you moved impossibly closer until you felt his against you then moved away, teasing, luring, desperate for the upper hand. ‘i’m not naive enough to think that’s just a knife in your pocket. doesn’t it shame you, doing something so improper to your princess? you should be on your knees, begging for my forgiveness, my mercy.’

‘you’re at my mercy now,’ harwin murmured, giving your nipple a pinch so hard you yelped. ‘command me to stop. you’re right, you’re my princess so if you truly hate this then command me to unhand you.’

‘this isn’t like you ser,’ you said gently in avoidance. you couldn’t stop, wouldn’t give up the need to have the power. you wanted to affect him the way he did you, to drive him positively insane in every way. ‘you’re gentle, a soft man. you wouldn’t hurt a fly-’

harwin growled and before you could stop him he bit down on the plush skin at the top of your chest. roughly, he grabbed the top of your thigh, hooking it around his waist. ‘fucking lies,’ he groaned, rutting into you forcefully. his words were true, you knew, you’d seen it yourself what happened in the training grounds but getting him angry was the key to your success. ‘if i was a lesser man, i’d fuck you right here. you’d let me, you’d let me make a mess of you, ruin you. you should be glad princess that i’ve got such self restraint because i swear to you i’d find much better use for that smart mouth of yours.’

you were losing your grip on reality, with every dirty word he spat at you you fell deeper into his grip, like he had some mental hold on your brain. subconsciously you began grinding into him, rubbing your cunt against him. you whined, your fingernails digging into his thighs. he laughed, a harsh sound that was designed to humiliate you but it didn’t. ‘i wonder what people would say if they could see you now,’ harwin whispered, he nipped a trail along your neck but his eyes were focused on your movements, his fingers were digging into your flesh so hard you were sure he’d leave bruises. ‘they think you’re so pure but look at you now. a needy, desperate mess. i’m surprised you haven’t started begging.’

‘would that make a difference?’ you asked breathlessly, moaning when you found the right spot. ‘if i beg you to touch me, will you?’

‘no, my spoiled little princess,’ harwin tutted and in rage you gripped his hair, pulling with all your might. ‘i’m here to teach you a lesson remember? i would say i’m doing my job pretty well. how could you ever think this would be a downgrade when we’re having so much fun here.’

‘and if i command you?’ you snapped but it was futile, the enjoyment he was getting from teasing and mocking you was evident.

‘you wouldn’t.’ he sounded so sure than you almost wanted to just to prove him wrong. ‘you like that it’s out of your hands, that i can do whatever i want. call this a punishment, for parading yourself around in front of me these past few weeks, for torturing me. that’s what you feel right now isn’t it? torture?’

you nodded immediately, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes at the sheer urgency you felt. harwin hushed you and you would have fell into the comfort of it if you hadn’t been smarter. ‘it’s okay princess. you’ll get through it like the good girl you are.’

he untangled himself from you and you felt the ridiculous urge to cry and fall at his feet and beg him not to leave. your saving grace was the wet patch on the crotch of his trousers, a reminder that he wanted you as well. you let that fact soak through you, let it build you up until you knew in your heart that the next time you crossed paths you’d be in control, you wouldn’t just tease you’d make him writhe and beg until he was on the edge then you’d leave him there. ‘tomorrow ser,’ you said to his retreating form. ‘i plan to travel to the dragon pit. you’ll make yourself available i’m sure, it’s your job now after all.’

you’d have him in the palm of your hand if it was the last thing you did.

#harwin strong x reader #harwin strong smut #harwin strong #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon fic

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hear-meout19 · 1 year

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Darling, I don't wish you well when you ain't with me (I want you crying)

{P.1} {P.2} {P.3} {P.4}

ᴄ.ᴡ. ɴꜱꜰᴡ, ɪɴꜰɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ, ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏᴠᴇʀ-ꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ᴅᴏɢɢʏ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ, ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx, ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ

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As he pressed his lips against hers, she tensed, ready to push him away. But the moment his kiss deepened, her resolve shattered like glass.

She melted into him, her body arching towards his as her arms wound tightly around his neck. She kissed him hungrily, eagerly reciprocating the passion that coursed between them.

Vic abruptly rises from his seat and tosses a wad of cash onto the table before pulling her up into another passionate kiss. He walks them towards a quieter, more private corner of the bar.

She pulls away to catch her breath and rests her forehead against his. "This is a bad idea," she gasped.

But Vic was not ready to stop. He pushed her up against the wall, his eyes locked onto hers with a smoldering intensity. "Don't say no," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "We've already crossed the line. Let's keep goin’."

She didn't respond with words, instead she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him back into a searing kiss. His hands slid from her waist to her ass, and she knew exactly what he wanted.

She hopped up and wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling his body press harder against hers. He bucked into her, grinding his crotch against hers, and a gasp escaped her lips.

Breaking the kiss, he looked down at where their hips were joined, a wild grin spreading across his face. "No panties?" he exclaimed with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Oh, you're such a bad girl, aren't you?"

She shuddered as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You wanted this to happen, didn't you, you little slut?" The words made her tremble with desire, the rush of being called such an illicit name sending chills down her spine. She groaned and pressed her lips roughly against his.

“You like that huh?” he chuckles darkly against her lips. When she moans in response, her hips grinding down against the tent in his pants, he takes that as a yes and continues.

“I want to hear you say it. Say you’re a slutty wife who loves cheatin’ on her husband.”

She goes to shake her head no but he grabs her jaw hard to stop her. "Say it, slut." he says through gritted teeth, humping against her like a dog in heat, making her moan loudly.

"Fuck!" she cried out, throwing her head back against the wall. "Yes!...yes, I'm a slutty wife," she admitted, her voice breathless and laced with shame. But Vic didn't let up, gripping her hips so tightly she knew he'd leave bruises, as he continued his relentless onslaught.

"And I love...cheating on my husband," she added, her voice barely above a whisper. The words tasted like poison in her mouth, but she couldn't deny the throb she felt in her core as he whispered "Good girl" into her hair.

The combination of pleasure and shame was almost too much to bear, but she knew she wanted more.

He carried her to the bathroom, placing her on the counter before slamming the door shut and locking it. Without a moment's hesitation, he ripped off his shirt and crashed his lips onto hers, pulling down the straps of her dress.

She couldn't resist running her fingers down his broad bare chest, but quickly got the hint and stripped off her dress, leaving only her bra.

He palms himself through his pants as she peels her bra off, revealing her breasts to him. The moment the cloth is out of the way, he pounces on her. Slotting himself between her legs, kissing and sucking hard at her neck, squeezing her chest.

She nudges his head gently, separating him from her neck. “Vic..not on my neck..P-People will know..”.

He pulls back, his pupils dilated, nearly overpowering the blue of his irises. He sinks his teeth into the spot where her neck and shoulder meet and she cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Her head reels from the sensation as he declares possessively, “I want them to know. I want everyone to see you’re mine.”

His words nearly make her eyes roll back. The intensity of his desire for her was intoxicating. She moans weakly, clinging to him harder, desperately searching for friction as she grinds on his erection.

He chuckled at her neediness and leaned down, kissing his way down her body until he's kneeling at her thighs. He spreads her legs and looks up at her, letting her sheer want wash over him. He presses kisses into her upper thighs, hovering inches away from where she needs him.

She wraps her legs around his back, urging him to close the distance but when he doesn’t budge, she groans in frustration and looks down at her pleadingly. “Vic…don’t tease me. I need it, please.”

He smiles up at her before grabbing both sides of her thighs and pulling her toward him. “Well, since you’re askin’ so nicely..”. He buries his face between her legs, licking through her wet folds eagerly, shoving his tongue inside her.

She squeezes her eyes shut and gasps wantonly as she buries her fingers deep in his hair. He groans in response, the vibrations making her throb even harder. He moves his mouth to her swollen clit as he slides two long fingers inside her tight walls, working them in rhythm with his tongue.

She cries out loudly, “F-uck! Feels so… good!”. She tugs on his hair hard and moves her hips frantically, riding his face, wanting to feel him deeper. He slides his fingers in and out of her quickly, fucking her roughly with his hand. “Tell me how bad you want it.” He demands as he looks up at her with hazy blue eyes, filled to the brim with lust.

She hesitates for a moment, dignity stopping her from begging like a whore. But when he crooks his fingers against the spongy spot inside of her, she doesn't even resist. “I want it so bad! Make me cum on your face!” she pleaded, voice strained with desire.

He smiles smugly up at her, his fingers moving to rub hastily at her clit. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now cum for me.”

And with that, she moans, clenching around his fingers as she cums hard. Writhing in pleasure as her orgasm pulses through her, her hips bucking wildly as she rides out her climax. She collapses against the counter, twitching and panting while he laps up every last drop from her dripping cunt. Not stopping until she’s a whimpering mess, pushing his head away weakly.

He smiles and rises from his knees, pulling her into a kiss. She groans when she tastes herself on his tongue, gripping onto his shoulders and kissing him back hungrily.

When they part, she smirks at him, “You’re turn now, Chaos”. She tries to get off the counter, eager to reciprocate his ministrations but he quickly spins her around, pinning her down. “I need to be inside you. Bend over”. He demands, pressing against her plump ass.

She shudders at his words and obeys. He pulls away and smacks her ass hard, making her jolt into the counter. “Don’t you dare move,” he orders as she hears the zip of his fly.

He unbuckles his pants, dropping them along with his underwear. His dick slaps against his stomach, red and leaking at the tip. She stares at his length, practically drooling at the sight. He’s big. His girth makes her mouth water and clench around nothing.

He settles back behind her, pressing down on her back, making her completely lean her front onto the counter, presenting her pussy to him. He seizes her hands and pins them together behind her back. With his other hand, he grabs himself and slides through her dripping slit, making her quiver in anticipation.

He grabs her face, forcing her to turn her head over her shoulder to face him. "Does he make you feel the way I do?" He growls out, hissing as he slowly sinks into her tight hole.

She lets out a strangled noise as he languidly moves in and out of her. “No..not even close.” she admits, this time without shame as she arches her back into his thrusts, ready for more.

He bottoms out inside her and just when she expects him to start moving faster, he pulls out abruptly. She starts to protest, but his intense gaze silences her.

He has a crazed, utterly desperate look in his eyes as he gazes at her. “Tell me you love me”. He rasped.

Her heart breaks a little. It's easy to forget that this seemingly put-together and confident man was neglected as a child, and as a result, is likely starved for love and affection.

Her honey eyed thoughts are quickly interrupted as he grabs her throat forcefully, pressing her against his chest hard, choking her out. “Say it!” he growled. “Tell me you love me more than him.”

When she nods enthusiastically, he shoves his cock back deep inside her, cutting off her loud moan with another firm squeeze of her throat. He nearly pulls out only to slam back into her repeatedly.

The way he pounds her pussy and his grip on her throat makes it hard to speak but she forces the words out. “I love you! I love - ah! -you, Vic! So much - F-fuck! - m-more than him.” She stuttered, voice breaking from the force of his thrusts.

He lets go on her neck, letting her fall back down against the counter. He buries his fingers in her hair and pulls it hard, making her choke out a moan. “Who do you belong to?” he growled, using his free hand to reach around and rub tight circles into her clit.

“You! I belong to you, Vic!” she pants out. Her words spur him on, grabbing her hips in a bruising grip, using them as leverage to fuck her harder. “Such a filthy slut,” he taunted.

He squeezes the back of her neck tightly, draping his body over hers as he presses her hard against the counter. He snarls into her ear in a low, rough grunt. “I’m goin’ to cum so fuckin’ deep inside you,” His thrusts become frantic and wild at the thought, pistoning in and out of her. ”Give you a baby like your little bitch husband never could.”

His words send her spiraling. ”God..Yes! Fill me up! Please!” She sees white, nearly blacking out from cumming so hard. She lets out a choked sob and her walls spasm and contract around him, suffocating his length in her tight pussy as she gushes all over his cock.

She comes down from her orgasmic high, the stinging pains of over-stimulation starting to take hold as he continues jack-hammering into her. Drool runs down her chin as her eyes well up with tears. “‘S too much!” she whines out.

“You can take it, darlin’. Just a little- fuck -more.” His hips start to stutter as he comes closer to finishing. “Just a little more and you get my cum inside you.”

She nods her head frantically, clenching down on him as she feels another orgasm start to build. "Just like that, good girl. You’re such a great little slut aren’t you?” he asks, thrusting wildly, getting ready to fill her.

“Yes! I’m your slut!” she wails as he continues to pump into her, chasing his own release.

“I know you are, baby.” He mused. “Now get pregnant for me, fucking whore!” He gives her one last powerful thrust, shoving himself deep inside her, trying to reach directly into her womb before emptying himself inside her.

His words and the feeling of him cumming pushes over the edge again. She sobs, words incoherent as she trembles from exertion. She screams out his name as her pussy clamps down on him, milking every last drop of his seed. Hips twitching, he mutters praise into her neck as she pants, trying to catch her breath.

He doesn’t pull out, staying in her even after he’s done cumming. “Can’t let any of this go to waste! I’m gonna make sure you get knocked up, baby. I’ll do this everyday if I have to.”

She smiles weakly and nods, feeling waves of exhaustion wash over her as the adrenaline dissipates. He envelops her in his arms, holding her tightly as he whispers sweet nothings into her back, confessing his love and plans for the future. He rambles on in his post-orgasm haze, saying anything that comes to mind.

“I’ll need to tell my husband I’m leaving him.” she says tiredly, eyes slowly drifting closed. “I’ll call him..tomorrow..” she says softly.

He presses gentle kisses to her cheek and along her back. “Don’t worry about him, sweet pea. I’ll take care of it.”

She’s about to question what he means when he reaches over to their pile of clothes in the sink and pulls out her phone. Her eyes flew open in disbelief. She’s about to protest when he shushes her as her husband picks up.

“Well hey there, fella!” Vic said cheerfully.

Her husband sounds puzzled, expecting to hear his wife's voice. “Hello? Who is this?”

"This is the guy who just knocked up your wife! I thought you should know she's leavin’ you for me."

She gasped, trying to reach for the phone, but Vic just took her hand and kissed it before pinning her back down.

“What. No, my wife wouldn’t cheat on me.” Her husband says, growing angrier by the second. “Are you one of her dumbass friends? This isn’t fucking funny.”

“Oh but she did. And trust me she loved every second!” he taunted. Her husband is quiet for a moment before answering. “Who the hell is this? Why do you have her phone?” He demands, voice turning more and more uncertain.

“You don’t believe me?” He holds the phone to her mouth, “Here honey, say hi to your ex.”

She stares up at Victor like he’s insane. He simply grins and grinds into her, making her let out a whimper directly into the phone. When she heard her husband gasp in shock, she knew he could tell it was her.

With a weak voice and a face burning with shame, she uttered a timid, "Hi…" Her eyes filled with tears of humiliation as she finally faced the reality of her actions.

Vic smiles and leans down, cooing soft reassurances into her ear, her husband interrupts, enraged. “Who the FUCK are you?! I’ll fucking kill you!” He screeches into the phone.

“Who am I?” he chuckles and softly pets her head with a smile as she drifts off on the counter.

“My name is Vic! Vic Chaos.”

#victor chaos #butters x reader #vic chaos x reader #victor chaos x reader #south park #sp butters #south park x reader

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risingoftime · 1 year

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𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖒𝖊 | 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

a/n: thank you anon for the request! I appreciate ya'll for being patient with me cause I am inconsistent with this shit. I hope I made it worth your while babes xo! Click the title for a song rec.

synopsis: Shuri is frustrated from being unable to keep her mind off of you, and you don't make it any easier. Amidst being long-distance and the bickering, you're unsure how to fix things between you. Then, a surprise visit forces Shuri to choose between the lab and love.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: alternate universe, university student!shuri, model!reader, SMUT, smut with no plot, oral, finger sucking, tribbing/scissoring, masturbation, fingering, light dom!shuri, edging, sex toy (vibrator), overstimulation, makeup sex.

18+ | minors do not interact

➴ feel free to send me more thots

I adjusted my camera tripod so that it faced me. The natural sunlight lit up my hotel room as I fumbled with the toy vibrating in my hand. Laying back on the freshly cleaned white sheets, I placed them between my legs, already slick from my arousal. I couldn’t stop my wandering mind from imagining it was Shuri’s fingers stroking me instead. Foreheads pressed against each other, watching her move her hand to push two fingers in and out of my pussy. I let out a breathy moan as I felt my walls tighten around her. I didn’t want to let her go. I could practically feel her presence against me. The vibrator increased its speed, circling my clit. I envisioned Shuri watching me as I got close to cumming. Observing how my back arches, I angle my body to get better access to the pulsating device. I deeply yearned for her touch, feeling sensitive and in need. I’ve never been this wet before, and It’s been so long since Shuri and I were able to be intimate.

“Shuri,” I moaned.

It became more difficult to hold back. Finally, I gave myself over to the overwhelming pleasure that had grown inside my abdomen and no longer silenced the sounds that escaped my mouth. I threw my head back and rolled my hips forward, urging and pleading for Shuri to touch me instead. A heavy wave of lust passed through me as I rode to orgasm. My limbs began to relax, and I felt like I could melt into the hotel bed. Except she wasn’t there with me, and I was alone. Unhinging the iPhone from the tripod, I scrolled through our messages and hit send.

Come and see me. @ Sonder 907 Main room 303.

As soon as I saw the video delivered, I felt my anxiety rise, waiting for her response. Shuri would spend hours and hours away from her phone when she was in the lab. It’s one of the main reasons why we’ve been fighting. At times I felt like my attention wasn’t enough for her. Something was constantly popping up at her internship, and I’ve tried to be understanding, but I’m rarely a priority. Shuri has always been a big dreamer, convinced she would cure cancer and otherworldly diseases, and I believe her. She’s almost completed her joint major in computer science and molecular biology, but I don't know if we’d last to see her cross the stage with her degree.

I can't resist the desire during the hours I’m alone without her. Booking a hotel near Shuri's campus may have been impulsive, but long-distance has never done me well. Especially with the break between modelling jobs after New York fashion week, this is the only time I’d have to spend with Shuri. I set down my phone and cleaned myself up in the shower. Once I finished, I wasn’t sure how much time had passed as I got ready for her arrival, whenever that would be. Slipping on my black robe, I checked my phone to see numerous missed calls from Shuri. It had only been less than an hour, and she should’ve been in the laboratory now. I would've sent a video sooner if I knew it was this easy to get her attention. I jumped from the knock on my door and peeked through the peephole to see Shuri. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

“What are you doing here? I told you that I needed space.” Shuri’s face was set in stone and unmoving, not giving away the dormant emotions. A coping mechanism. But her eyes softened when she saw the short silk robe that barely hid the lacy lingerie underneath.

“And I came so we could work it out like we always do.” Her straight facial expression slipped away, and she laughed at my double innuendo before stepping closer in my direction and closed the hotel door behind her. “No, you came to frustrate and finish me off.”

“Hi to you too, by the way. It looks like the video did its job; I finally got you out of the lab.” I rolled my eyes and moved away from Shuri. Her footsteps followed me to the main bedroom until her chest was against my back. I could feel her heavy breathing as if she was trying to calm herself. “Be honest. You’re not mad at me for dropping out of MIT. You’re upset I left. But I saw an opportunity and took it! Just like you did with your internship. The difference is that I make time for you,” I struggled to get the words out without raising my voice. I tried not to sound accusatory, but each sentence had more conviction than the last. I was wrong if I thought that Shuri would react to my anger. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer until nothing else mattered.

“I never left, baby. You are the first and last person I speak to every day, I may not respond right away, and I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry.” Shuri’s lips hovered over my ear as her hands slowly unravelled the tie around my robe. I felt her long fingers trace over the hem of my lace panties, and my breath hitched at the possibility of her dipping further.

“You think it’s just that easy? So that’ll forgive you just like that?” I sighed. She always left me in a trance just by her touch, and now, with her sucking on my neck, I felt my knees begin to give out. I’ve been craving this for so long, longing for us. But I wasn’t going to give in. My hand hovered over Shuri’s before I removed it and turned to face her. I had to go on my tippy toes to be face to face. It took all of my self-restraint not to act upon my lust.

“What can I do to make it right? I’ll get on my knees for you. When you moaned my name on that tape, I practically fell to the ground.” Shuri’s voice had a certain raspiness when she got turned on. The way she looked at me, it was clear that her control was slowly slipping.

“Tell me how bad you need me.”

“I need you like the air I breathe.”

Shuri responded without missing a beat, and the silence between us afterwards stretched out as we stood still, staring into each other's eyes and anticipating the other’s next act. It only took one move, and it was Shuri that took action. Her hands caressed and groped my ass before lowering her head to bring her lips to mine. The kiss was feverish and all-consuming. I hadn’t noticed that we reached the bed until the back of my legs hit the edge of the mattress, causing me to fall on top of the duvet.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk properly,” Shuri purrs. Her hands rubbed down along my waist, unabashedly greedy, until she reached the delicate fabric that hardly covered my pussy. Wasting no time, she practically ripped the lace discarding it to the side of the room. This is a side of her that I had not experienced. There was something feral about how she looked at me, like I was her prey for the taking. Shuri’s fingers stroked me, teasing my entrance without entering further. Simultaneously leaving love marks across my neck and breasts, without care about who might see them the next day.

“Stop playing with me,” I begged.

“Always so needy. You interrupted my work, and now I’m taking my time with you.”

I let out a shallow whimper while pushing myself desperately against Shuri’s hands, searching for an inch she hadn’t put inside me. Instead, she spent another few minutes slowly worshipping my body, making my bare skin undeniably hot and sensitive.

“Fuck Shuri” I already felt pent-up from how long it’s been since we’ve had sex. I couldn’t stop thinking how much I wanted Shuri.

“Shut up” Not an ounce of patience in her voice. She swore under her breath as she inserted her two fingers inside of me harder than anticipated. “Shit, you’re so tight,” she sighed into the crook of my neck. Shuri moved in a steady, punishing rhythm. I gasped and trembled against her body. My nails dug into her skin underneath her t-shirt, clinging to her as she mercilessly drilled inside me. With each thrust, she got deeper and deeper until the pads of her fingers brushed against my G-spot.

"Oh, God, yes, I’m gonna cum” I cried.

“Shh… just a little more.”

I was unsure how much further I could hold back the bliss threatening to spill onto the sheets. Shuri was now acutely aware of my throbbing center and quivering thighs, my skin on display below, consumed by pulsating pleasure. Her mouth was slightly agape between sloppy kisses, pausing when our lips barely touched and breathing each other's air. Her eyes shut as her eyebrow furrowed in concentration as if trying to envision what she felt, the sensations she caused to run through my body. All that could be heard in the room was our deep breathing and the bed rocking.

“Shuri, please, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Suddenly, Shuri forcefully pinned my wrists above my head with one hand and watched as I struggled to keep my composure while her thumb massaged my slit. “You sound so good, begging for it.” I don’t know if I was easy to decipher or if Shuri knew my body well. Yet, as my begging got louder and staggered, her pace became faster and harder until my climax came over me with a rush that caused my eyes to roll back. “Shit, you have such a tight hold on me,” Shuri whispered. I felt the wet spot beneath form in response. The tension that had a hold on my muscles relaxed against her. Finally, she removed herself from inside of me agonizingly slow to suck on her fingers before putting her mouth over mine. I could taste myself on her while she swirled her tongue around mine. It was all-consuming and hard to decipher what was to come next. Shuri was everywhere.

Shuri parted from me to remove her shirt and reveal her toned dark skin, alluding to the late-night gym sessions she snuck in when she had time away from work and school. Her arms flexed when she groped my thighs to slide my body down to get closer to her. She left wet kisses on my chest, licking my sternum to my abdomen. Shuri paused there momentarily, leaving me in anticipation for her to move lower. Instead, she made eye contact with me while her tongue parted my folds, gliding up the wetness dripping. My hands played with the tips of her curls, tugging slightly when the tip got close to my overly sensitive clit. I couldn’t resist pushing my waist upwards, urging her to lick harder and take all of me in her mouth. Her eyes never left mine, not for a second. The noise I let out would’ve made me ashamed if I had heard it back, but Shuri encapsulated me.

“You like messing with my head, don’t you?” I asked. She’s been edging me with each lick and stroke, and- “fuck I’m all yours.” I would be hers, Shuri’s one and only. All my brain could think about was inching myself near. My hands were tangled in her hair, keeping her head still while I rubbed my pussy against Shuri’s face. Her nose bumped against my clit as her tongue delved deeper inside. “you drive me insane, and you don’t even know.” She mumbled against my clit in between licks. With each second, the waves of sensation became impossible to stay in one place. Just when I thought it could get any worse, Shuri began sucking on my clit with sensuous desperation. I could hear myself panting, my pussy throbbing as she began ramping up the intensity. “Yes, give it to me, all of it.” As if on her command, my muscles began spasming and just when I had felt like I was on the verge of exploding, I had let it all out, soaking Shuri’s lips and chin.

“I- I never knew I could do that,” I whispered. I never knew that my body could release that much all at once.

“Shit, I didn’t either.” Shuri laughed to herself as she wiped her chin and bottom lip with the palm of her hand. She pushed herself off the bed to unzip her pants and discard the rest of her clothes. I analyzed her body as she stripped before pulling herself over me, aligning her core with mine until she settled on me. The feeling of her warm wetness gliding against mine made me moan.

“Tell me how I feel.”

“Feels so good.” Shuri mumbled, looking blissed-out and high as fuck, with her eyes barely open.

I couldn’t get enough of the way Shuri rocked back down against me, making hot, needy noises as she felt her body’s movement sync with mine. She tried to take her time and move slowly, but she ran out of patience. Shuri groaned, “Don’t stop,” a raspy noise compared to mine. I lifted my hips slightly as Shuri thrust, making the bed creak and hit the wall. Our cries got louder and louder.

“Tell me you want more.”

“Baby, you got me addicted- I don’t want to stop.” Her breasts bounced while she moaned and cursed under her breath. She held my thigh to get the right angle to increase the hot friction between our legs. Another hand slightly pressed down on my abdomen as she chanted “yes” repeatedly like a prayer. Shuri’s breath hitched, needy and fragile, but still ready for more. “Yeah,” she says, her voice hoarse. “I want to see you cum for me. Cum in me.”

“Oh God, Shuri”

“Ride it,” Shuri demanded. It was all the consent needed to grip Shuri’s hips as she heavily descended on me. It felt like I’d been split open and filled full of her, and Shuri didn’t stop until she was fully seated on me without an escape option. “You look so beautiful underneath me like this.” I knew that my hair which was perfectly pressed was now dishevelled against the sheets. Yet, she didn’t stop. Her hands kept roaming my breast and torso. Shuri wanted to feel me lose it and come apart under her command while I rolled my hips roughly into her. “A-aah, I’m coming,” Shuri gasped when she felt the warm spill of her orgasm drip on my skin. I trembled in euphoric pleasure till I lost all rhythm and felt Shuri collapse onto me in exhaustion. Our chests heaved up and down while we tried to catch our breath. I felt slightly lightheaded as I searched for the words to speak after it all.

“I think the only way to get you out of my head is to have you like this instead.” The way that Shuri muttered the words seemed as if she was saying it more to herself than to me.

“Then why don’t you do it more often?” I smiled when she brushed my hair to the side with her hands to get a better view of my face. Her gaze was trained on me with a look in her eye that I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Because if I do, I’ll never want to leave.”

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httpkaulitz · 5 days

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I LOVE YOUR WRITINGG!!!ANYWAYS IMAGINE THAT YOU ARE MARRIED WITH TOM AND YOU GRAB SMTH,THEN IT FALLS DOWN AND TOM GETS BEHIND YOU AND HOLDS YOUR HAND,THEN YK..IF YOU HAVE TIME PLS DO SMTH LIKE THAT!ILY BAEE!!!

Yeees! tysm <3 hope you like it love.

From the corner of your eye you could see Tom standing in the doorway with his arms crossed in front of his body. He has this habit of sometimes just standing there watching you for a while and whenever you question him he says he's just admiring you.

And even though you've been married for a few years, you still feel nervous when he starts looking at you for a long time, knowing that most of the time he's not content with just looking. It was a waiting game and the feeling of anticipation made your heart race.

You turned around with the intention of putting some plastic bowls back in the kitchen cabinet, but as soon as your eyes met Tom's you lost your balance and dropped everything on the floor. Luckily for you there were no glass objects or anything sharp.

You could hear Tom's laugh and the sound of footsteps as you bent down to pick up what you had dropped. You felt his hand in yours and his body purposely pressed against yours.

“Be more careful, love. You could have gotten hurt.” You closed your eyes for a few seconds when you heard him whisper in your ear with a husky voice.

It didn't take many signs for you to know when Tom wanted you, but he liked to be obvious. You felt his hand slide up your arm slowly and move up to your collarbone before stopping at your jaw. He turned your face so you were looking at him.

“Shit, baby. Why do you have to be so beautiful like this?” He asked before closing the space between you two and leaving a short kiss on your lips.

You just laughed as you stood up, already used to his random compliments. Tom followed you around the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as you put some things in the kitchen cabinet.

“Tom, I'm busy.” You turned in his arms, facing him and soon he placed his lips on yours.

Soft lips forced against yours savagely. You could barely keep up with the fast pace. His kiss was urgent and full of desire.

“I promise it will be quick, please?” He whispered against your lips between kisses. You let out a muffled moan when you felt one of his large hands grab your left breast and squeeze.

"Tom." You moaned as he trailed kisses down your neck and slid his hand between your legs.

"Hmm, you always look so hot I can't resist." He confessed in your ear as his fingers slowly stroked your clit.

Your brain was foggy with the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands roaming at your sides and his fingers gathering in the fabric of your dress as he grabbed your ass. You whimpered, your head falling back as his mouth moved over your jaw, his beard scratching your skin as he sucked hickeys on your neck. You moaned as you grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer.

A growl sounded low in his throat as he pulled away, his hands moving to pull the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his hand trailing them down your arms as your fingers found his hair again. Your body was on fire, your pussy throbbing with need as he slid your clothes off your hips, letting them fall to your feet.

His eyes were wild and dark as he picked you close, running his tongue across your bottom lip. He met your eyes again, smiling as he unpacked his own clothes and tossed them to the side, and you watched as the fabric was forgotten on the floor. Your eyes slid back to him as his huge calloused hand cupped your breast, your nipple hardening at the the gentle touch. You moved quickly, your fingers eager to touch him, to wrap your hands around his cock. He chuckled, leaning forward to take your hardened tip into his mouth, his warm tongue licking you and making you shiver violently.

“I know what you’re thinking, and as much as I’d love to feel that beautiful, warm mouth on my dick, we don’t have much time.” He whispered as his hand slid down the apex of your thighs, his fingers sliding through your folds and spreading your arousal. “I promised it would be quick, did you forget love?” The provocation in his voice didn't go unnoticed.

You whimpered, shaking your hips to try and get some friction from his hand, but he pulled it away, sucking his fingers into his mouth with a filthy moan.

Before you could protest, he grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you off the ground easily. He held you with one hand, the other stroking his cock and sliding it through your folds, rubbing against your aching clit.

"Tom, please." You whispered with a needy moan, leaning your head against the wall behind you.

That smug smile was on his face as he lined up and slammed forward. You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders as he began to thrust, not even giving you time to adjust. He fucked you hard and fast, a steady stream of curses leaving his lips as you clawed at his skin, breasts bouncing as he filled you, his mouth on your neck.

He stepped back to watch you, the thumb of his free hand tracing the mark you knew he had left on your throat, his grip on your tense leg.

His eyes rolled back, his pace never wavering as he pounded into you, your legs wrapped around his waist. The mix of pleasure and pain making your entire body shudder. His hips moved at an impossible speed, the feeling in your belly increasing with each passing second. You moved your hands back to hold his shoulders, your vision blurred with tears of ecstasy, his cock poking your sweet spot with every movement.

“You're close, I can feel it. Let go, love.” He growled into your ear, his teeth tugging at the earlobe.

You clenched around him, your muscles tensing as you let out a choked sob, your toes curling as you came hard, shaking uncontrollably. You felt your body soften as his strong arms held you. A low moan left him as he came inside you. You still hugged each other for a few minutes before Tom finally spoke.

"Guess we'll have to order pizza... again." You both laughed as the smell of burning food could now be smelled throughout the house.

#tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel smut

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godisshook · 10 months

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Distraction

Marco started up his live stream just like any other day. He streamed a variety of things, but most ended up with him showing his body, to which he had built a huge following. His boyfriend, Cade, loved to occasionally pop into the stream, usually just giving a wave, and sometimes, if he felt spicy, giving him a kiss on camera. Today, he gave his usual wave to the camera, and Marco's chat commented as usual.

@Dr1pDr0p_: Why don't you put him on stream more?

@ziggytwiiggy: He's such a hottie! You two should do something on camera ;)

Most of the time, Cade did his own thing while Marco streamed. He was playing Pokémon as Marco was streaming, but as Marco began flexing on camera, a mischievous thought crossed Cade's mind. Marco didn't know it, but tonight was going to be different. As the stream progressed, Cade began giving Marco bedroom eyes, which immediately caught his attention. He walked over from the bed to Marco, and kneeled down, rubbing the outline of his cock.

Unable to resist his charm, and with his cock now throbbing, clearly desiring release, Marco tried to end the stream early, but Cade nodded no, as he snuck under Marco's desk. "What do y'all wanna see me play?" Marco would ask his chat, not knowing what Cade had in store. Trying to distract himself, and hoping to keep the stream on track, Marco would start to play Call of Duty. He would feel his shorts get pulled down, as his cock bounced up. Cade would then start fondling him, licking around the tip of his cock, as precum dribbled out. He would continue, and Marco wouldn't be able to keep his composure, clearly having his attention pulled. His gameplay started to suffer, as he simply couldn't focus on anything else but Cade sucking him off.

His chat would begin to notice, as he stopped talking completely, with Cade still working his magic below.

@xvii-livvie: Is he getting head? It literally looks like his eyes have rolled back in his head.

@ziggytwiiggy: This is his sixth death in four minutes, I fear he's done playing...

@ryeprodigy: Idk what's going on, but this is his hottest stream!

@Dr1pDr0p_: Oh wow, it looks like that boyfriend of his didn't want to wait 😋

Stream mods would limit the chat, but everyone was talking about it. "Guys uh, I think I might need to...fuckkkk, end the...goddddd, stream early," He rushed to click the "End Stream" button as Cade continued working on his dick, now swirling around his shaft, slurping all over his hard cock. He worked his way to Marco's balls, not only licking them but kissing them as well, as they bounced on his face. Going back to his cock, he would lick Marco's slit, "Fuckkkkk," Marco would grunt as Cade continued to tease his cock.

Taking control, Marco gripped Cade's head and began thrusting him into his cock, speeding up as Cade began to choke. Marco couldn't help but cum, and as ropes of jizz came over Cade, he looked up at Marco from under the desk, smiling as he licked up the cum from around his mouth. "You really know how to make my cock feel good," Marco said to Cade as he bent down to kiss him. After being released from Marco's deep kiss, Cade said, "Well since you decided to end the stream, how about we keep going?"

Cade started to rise from under the desk, lifting Marco's shirt to reveal his toned body underneath. Marco would lift Cade's legs and would hoist him up on his waist, lowering him onto his rock-hard dick. Cade caressed Marco's face, "You're so handsome when you're horny," With this, he kissed Marco, and Marco would reply "You're so hot when I'm in you." With this, he would start raising and lowering him on his cock, to which Cade would throw his head back. "I guess it's your turn to roll your eyes back." Marco would say, as he continued penetrating Cade.

The two started to come into a familiar pattern, with thrusts and kisses mingling with each other, as the air between them became hot. Marco would hoist up Cade, and move them to the bed. Cade wrapped his thighs around Marco's waist, securing himself to him. With them finally on the bed, Cade would bounce up and down on Marco's cock. He had dealt with Marco's size many times before, and even though he could never be fully used to it, his hole was stretched enough to fit. Cum surged from Marco's dick as it filled Cade, and started to leak from within him. Cade wrapped his arms around Marco as the two lay down. "I hope I didn't ruin your stream," Cade said, looking at Marco guiltily. Marco took a hand to Cade's face, and replied, "I would take this over a fucking stream any day."

#jock #jock bulge #muscle #alpha men #alpha muscle #gaming #streaming

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vera-king-hrfl · 19 days

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Aaaarrggg, I said naughty words! Well, technically, Rolan said naughty words. I swear it's not me. I'm just channeling this stuff. It's going like a house on fire now. We're getting into the deep end!

Subtitle: Tav gets REKD

The whole scene will be up soon, just... hngh, just lemme edit this mess.

He suddenly moves, slipping his arm out from beneath you and kicking his pants the rest of the way off. Soon he’s braced above you on one elbow, his lower body still to one side but his torso arching over you, and he leans down to catch your lips with his. Deep and hungry is his kiss, and you return it desperately, moaning into his mouth as his hand travels lower, sliding down your belly to dip below the waistband of your knickers he keeps going until his fingers find the soft junction between your thighs, slipping between the folds and teasing at the swollen bundle of nerves, probing gently at your opening, just a little dip of one finger, before pulling up more firmly, dragging the digit upward against you. You whine into his mouth, pushing your hips upward, trying for more stimulation.

He releases your lips and chuckles, removing his fingers and bringing them to the drawstring of your pants. “So needy. So wet. Have you touched yourself, as I wished to do? Did you ever relieve your stress with your own fingers thinking about me, or imagine it was my hands doing this to you?” You gasp and shake your head as he unlaces the knickers, starting to slide them down your hips. He stops at the midpoint of your thighs, and you want to spread your legs, to feel his long, talented fingers pushing inside you, but you’re restrained by the unyielding fabric as he traces a path of searing kisses down your neck and chest, pausing to flick your nipples with his hot tongue, sharply sucking each pebbled peak until you’re frantically clawing at his scalp. Finally, his hand moves down again, immediately pushing one finger deep into you, your slickness providing no resistance, and you cry out softly at the sensation. You buck your hips, wanting more, but infuriatingly, he withdraws again, pushing himself up to look at your face.

His smile is wicked. “Of course not. You hated me then. But that has a devastating attraction all its own, doesn’t it? And even if you had such feelings, you wouldn’t admit to it. That would have been intolerable, wouldn’t it? To rub your own little clit, to shove your own fingers into your cunt with my face in your mind. But surely, you must have imagined it. There was so much anger. So much tense verbal sparring. Can you say that you never once thought about how I might feel on top of you, kissing you, fucking the attitude out of you?”

He looks at you expectantly, and you have to acquiesce to his suggestion or burst into flames with desire. You shake your head, somewhat reluctantly at the admission. “No, I can’t.” Your voice is a trembling little whisper. “It did… cross my mind. I imagined grabbing you by the robes while you were yelling at me and just… just… shutting you up. Seducing you. Feeling youuAAAHH!” Your words are cut off as he rewards you by sliding his hand back between your legs and pressing firmly on the little knot, leaving you gasping and writhing. He begins to move his fingers on slow hard circles, threatening to undo you in seconds. He lets you get close, then suddenly withdraws his hand, the absence feeling like a dash of cold water, and you whine with frustration. His deep chuckle sends quakes of longing shooting through you.

#rolan fanfic #rough #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader #rolan #holy rolan empire #rolan bg3 #rolan nation #rolan x tav #nsft #Rolan as a dom omggggg #what the hells am I doing #Rolan is a tease #i'm deceased

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han-shinsuke · 2 years

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sakusa kiyoomi

minors do not interact, timeskip sakusa.

“baby... baby...” his endless mentions of endearment for you as he kisses you softly on your collarbone and while squeezing your sides.

His eyes sets steady on that spot, an ideal place for an activity. You can tell he’s been thinking about where to do it next. The sparks in his gaze and the way his lips moves to the side, Sakusa has found it. Something inside you quaver. You will be given time to prep. When you enter the bathroom, everything is prepared according to his taste. When done adorning yourself, you’ll walk out of his room. For Sakusa, good hygiene is what makes a person appealing to the eyes.

He can smell his favourite shower gel all over you, making his gentle heart happy. Sakusa loves doing it with you on daytime. He can see you clearly, your fuck out face and skin full of his markings. Slowly... his manner of undressing you. Just like his, your heart celebrates as well. Your body lays on the floor, totally exposed in the coldness and bright light of daylight. His lips touch your tits first after removing his clothes, that’s where he always starts, pecking gently on the two erected buds then moving up to the crook of your neck. You don’t have to ask for anything, he knows what you desire. He knows what should be done, how it should be done. Your ‘job’ has limits during times of intimacy, just lay there, hands restrained from touching him not unless he tells you, and regardless of methods he’ll use on you.

“baby... baby...” his endless mentions of endearment for you as he kisses you softly on your collarbone and while squeezing your sides. Sakusa likes feeling you against his touch, against his hot skin. You’ll answer his calls, whimpering and breathing unsteadily just by his kisses.

“O–Omii,” your eyes are pleading when it meets his.

“you want my lips on yours, baby?” he teases you by rubbing his nose against yours and blowing a breath to your parted lips.

“please... please...” that’s all you can say. When you close your eyes and bead of tears rolls down to the side of your face, it is something Sakusa can never resists.

He will kiss your shut eyes, your nose and will end up capturing your lips. A captivating kiss.

Too engrossed in the moment of feeling his sweet tongue and airy lips, Sakusa has already slid a finger between your thighs, checking the level of your readiness to accommodate his cock.

“hm, you are ready baby.”

You confirm by moaning inside his mouth.

He chuckles when you can’t even answer him properly, too selfish to even let go of Sakusa’s lips. You move your head up, sucking him back into kissing you deeply which he gives an immediate respond.

His lips moves messily this time, smearing his saliva all over your lips and chin. You shake your head to protest when Sakusa abandons your mouth. He laughs. He sounds so divine.

Sakusa clicks his tongue, amused. He loves seeing you this needy for him. His fingers goes between your slit, rubbing. You are so wet for him, so ready to get destroyed.

“alright, baby. you can touch me now.” he gives you his permission. That’s a relief. Your fingers wraps around his upper arms, digging into his skin since you can’t fully grasp him.

Sakusa uplifts your left leg and crosses it above your right one, you can feel your own wetness when he rubs your thighs together.

“Your pussy’s tight but I like it tighter.” he says as he pushes his cock into your cunt.

It goes slow and he struggles fitting it inside you. His cock feels so hard around you so whenever he moves, your hands keeps sliding from his muscled arms, leaving red lines of unintentional scratches into his skin.

Sakusa keeps pushing in and out, unleashing heavy hits against your hips. He’s not slowing, he even grips your leg and presses tightly on your other limb while he continues pounding into you.

“a–almost there aah!” you pant heavily, hands reaching for him but Sakusa catches your both hands, grasps you on your wrist using only a hand. He’s so hard. He’s so big. And he’s so strong that you just want to get railed really hard.

“go baby, cum for me.” he encourages you, that’s just so sweet. Sakusa pulls your legs apart and presses his weight onto you, still pumping his cock back and forth.

Within seconds of another proximity between eachother, your arousal gushes out of your cunt and when he feels it around his length, flowing down to his balls, Sakusa’s mouth falls onto your tits and he sucks them hard.

“good. that’s good baby, you keep cumming for me, yeah? hmm...” another seconds of staying and fucking his cock, Sakusa pools your cunt with his hot cum.

#hq #hq smut #sakusa x you #sakusa kiyoomi #hq omi #hq sakusa #haikyu #haikyuu #sakusa x y/n #sakusa smut #haikyuu smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa imagines

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secondclassfangirl · 2 years

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i don't love you (but i always will)

Behold my second contribution to Silverusso Day. Started writing this a while back but couldn't fit it into a proper fic, so have this ficlet? Drabble? Idk lol. The rest is under a cut because it's a little NSFW. I may end up cross-posting this to AO3 eventually. Enjoy!

Daniel covets the day he won’t need this; when his entire being won’t yearn for Terry with such a raw, inescapable hunger; when he can be apart from him without feeling the suffocating squeeze of that sweet, sweet ache.

He’s like an addict, always wanting more, never getting enough. Every sweet taste of lips and violent clash of teeth leaves him wanton and waiting for more. He craves Terry with the most unholy of hungers, drinking in every touch, sigh, and embrace with a relentless thirst.

It’s always the same. Daniel goes to him—sometimes willingly. Sometimes fighting so much inner turmoil it douses him in shame.

Funny—the shame never eclipses the need.

Then, when Daniel’s there, desperate and dazed, Terry steps close, lips twisted into that smug grin native to both Daniel’s daydreams and nightmares. His hand settles on Daniel’s hip, grip hard enough to bruise but oddly proprietary. Fond. The way a collector would handle a fine porcelain doll.

He whispers something in Daniel’s ear, words dripping with sin and implications that fan the flame of desire already burning low in Daniel’s belly. And as that voice rumbles through the lust-thick air like the smoothest velvet, Daniel’s legs part—easy. It’s so easy.

Why is it so easy?

Daniel’s always been strong-willed, but with Terry, it’s different. He may as well be a marionette, a pawn in a game of chess, for the way he goes lax and lets Terry maneuver him as he pleases.

He used to resist, when he was younger, more naïve. When he still believed his conscience could prevail over the unrighteous fantasies in the darkest corners of his mind.

The folly of youth, indeed.

He knows better now. Knows there’s no sense in fighting the hold Terry has on him—not when he’s this dependent.

Now, he can only pray it doesn’t sever.

Sometimes Terry takes his time. Sometimes he lays Daniel bare against butter-soft sheets, hands wandering, lips sucking, teeth scraping as he drinks in every inch of Daniel’s body. Like he could commit it to memory if he tried. Others, Terry braces him against the nearest hard surface in front of God and everybody, and all Daniel can do is hold on and pray it isn’t too much.

Still, there’s one constant to Terry’s conquests: He always takes him like it’s the first time. Like he can’t get enough. Like he doesn’t want to let go.

He thrusts in, hard, unyielding, and Daniel welcomes it, body and soul incomplete without this feeling of unbelievable fullness.

He used to shake with the ferocity of it, used to cry into his pillow in the early hours of morning as he remembered the ache inside him, the searing heat of his touch.

It used to hurt—still does. But now he just wants more.

“Little brat,” Terry growls, grinding in deep, so deep, oh, that’s— “Needy little slut.”

The words used to get to Daniel. And a part of him still twinges in shame whenever they spill from Terry’s lips. But then he’ll glimpse himself in the mirror, wide-open and wanton and still chasing more, and he knows Terry’s right. He knows it in his soul.

Maybe a part of him likes it.

He’s come to crave the feeling—the way the pleasure kindling within him builds, crescendos, until nothing exists but Terry and the space in which they’re intertwined. Sometimes Terry draws it out. He’s spent hours teasing him before, ravaging him, fucking him hard and deep until Daniel’s teetering just on the edge before pulling away in a blow more devastating than any roundhouse.

Tonight he’s merciful—if one could call it that. Daniel begins to tremble violently, an incoherent stream of sin tumbling from his lips, but Terry doesn’t waver, pummeling that spot deep within Daniel until it’s too much to handle and he falls apart.

And this—this is why he can’t let go. Why even though he knows, with a devastating certainty, that he should turn from this and never look back, he can’t bring himself to. Terry’s wormed his way inside him—not just his body, but his soul—until Daniel needs him more deeply than food or water or even air.

He can’t live without this. Without him.

But after—after Terry’s spilled inside him, filling him with that warmth that Daniel’s begun to feel empty without—it’s always the same. Daniel peels himself away, limbs shaky, eyes diverted, shoulders hunched, as the shame and guilt settles over him like a shroud.

Terry doesn’t say a word—just watches. His presence is loud enough.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Daniel says, the words like ash in his throat.

Terry’s eyes burn through him. “Right.”

Daniel pulls his clothes back on. He grabs his phone from the nightstand. He closes the bedroom door without so much as a backwards glance and fumbles his way through the labyrinthian mansion he’s come to know as well as his own home.

He tells himself this is the last time.

#silverusso day #silverussoday #silverusso #daniel larusso #terry silver #the karate kid 3 #cobra kai #my fics

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casspurrjoybell-29 · 6 months

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Enduring Ties - Chapter 2 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

It was around noon when Liam poked his head into the room and gave Cailan an uncertain smile.

Cailan stood from the bed and set his book aside as Liam entered, shifting from foot to foot as he fought against the reflex to kneel.

He was still dressed only in his loose cotton underpants but he'd never had enough privacy to develop much of a sense of modesty.

"Is Aubree washing your robe?" Liam asked.

"Yes," Cailan said, only just barely resisting the impulse to tack on 'sir'.

Liam was dressed in his school uniform and was carrying another tray of far too much food, which he set down on the bed.

"Are you hungry?" Liam asked as he gestured to the tray.

Eight small triangular sandwiches, a large piece of cake and a bowl of orange slices.

Cailan could feel his eyes beginning to water as he chewed at his lip, desperately trying to contain his distress.

He dropped to his knees like gravity had suddenly overcome him, his bare skin contacting painfully with the rough carpet and hung his head.

"What's wrong?"

"I..." Cailan's voice shook.

He swallowed and tried again, though it didn't help much.

"I can't eat that much, sir. I'll throw up again. I'm sorry."

"Again?"

Cailan shifted nervously but stayed silent.

It hadn't even occurred to him that he might be able to hide that.

"You ate too much and threw up?"

Cailan gave a jerky nod.

"Why?"

"I wanted to be good, sir," Cailan murmured almost too quietly to be heard.

There was a stretch of silence as Liam sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and loosened the tie that was part of his uniform.

Finally he sighed and shook his head.

"I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Are you angry with me, sir?"

"Hey, no."

Liam leant forward and his hand twitched towards Cailan before he quickly pulled it back.

"You're just a scared kid. But, in the future, don't eat if you're not hungry."

"Yes, sir."

"Now come on. Drop the 'sir' thing and quit kneeling. We talked about this."

Cailan quickly got to his feet.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Now, how much of this food do you want?"

Cailan's shoulders hunched and he felt his body heat with shame.

"I'm sorry. I'm not hungry at all."

Liam shrugged and reached over to pick a sandwich triangle off the tray.

"Don't worry about it. I'll eat it. Will you be wanting much dinner?"

Cailan sucked his lip into his mouth and shook his head.

"Half a bowl of porridge is fine."

"That's a bit boring for dinner, though, isn't it?"

"I'm grateful for everything I receive."

"I didn't expect you to eat all of this or all of the breakfast. I just wanted to give you something nice to eat and I wasn't sure what you like."

"It was all wonderful. Thank you. I'm sorry I misunderstood and ruined it."

Liam sighed and shook his head.

"No. It was my fault. I didn't realise you'd feel obligated to eat it all but I probably should have. My father has a slave of his own, I just prefer not to get involved with her. She always looks so unhappy or... maybe not even that. Maybe more like she's locked the part of her that feels at all away deep inside of herself and now she's nothing but a husk to fulfill his desires."

Liam's eyes flicked up to meet Cailan's.

"Don't tell him I said that. He'd find some way to harden me against such sympathies if he knew. He thinks it's a sign of weakness."

"Of course, s..." Cailan bit his lip and stared down at his feet, shoulders tensing as he waited to be reprimanded.

"I need to get you clothes," Liam mused, ignoring Cailan's slip up entirely.

"What else do you need? Clearly I know nothing of slaves."

"Clothing is typically the only possession a slave is allowed," Cailan said, watching his toes as they waggled against the carpet.

"You can sit down if you like."

Without glancing up, Cailan sat down cross legged on the floor.

"I meant on the bed but that's fine too," Liam said.

"Are you sure you don't want any sandwiches?"

The thought of food sent nausea flooding through Cailan's body.

"If it pleases you."

Liam sighed loudly.

"Just say no."

"No?" Cailan tried.

Liam made a sound of frustration.

"And now you're just saying it because I told you to, aren't you?"

Cailan's face scrunched up in distress and he finally looked up at Liam.

"I'm trying to be good, s..." Cailan made a small broken sound. "I'm trying, I swear."

"I can see that," Liam said, his voice carefully calm.

"Maybe a little too hard, though. I may be your master on paper but I'm not even out of school yet. Just... try to be honest with me. Tell me what you want and what you don't want."

"I want you to touch me."

Liam recoiled sharply, his face twisting in alarm.

"No, I... no."

He stood from the bed abruptly and fumbled as he picked up the tray.

"I'd better get back to school. I'll... I'll get in trouble if I'm not back in time."

Cailan's expression stayed pinched tight as Liam fled the room, then crumpled the moment the door was shut.

He just wanted a hug, a pat on the head.

Anything.

He was privately glad Liam had no desire to do the things he'd been told about in training but when the alternative was nothing Cailan wasn't so sure he'd lucked out.

He crawled into his bed and buried his face in the pillow to muffle his sobbing.

Liam didn't come to see Cailan that evening and the next morning it was Aubree who brought him a small bowl of porridge in the morning and reminded him only to eat it if he was actually hungry.

She returned his robe and took his underpants to throw in with the next load of laundry.

Though Cailan did his best to read, there was a buzzing in his mind that kept him distracted.

Liam poked his head in the door that evening, told Cailan he had homework and left again.

The next day Cailan was sitting on his bed with his hand held out in front of him, watching his fingers tremble.

Every muscle in his body felt too tight.

What would happen to him if Liam refused to ever touch him?

A knock on the door made him jolt sharply as he felt adrenaline rush through his body.

Cailan's gut twisted when Liam opened the door, and for a moment he just sat and stared.

He wanted to cuddle up with him so badly, to feel gentle hands brush through his hair.

Liam was halfway across the room before Cailan realised he hadn't stood and he almost tripped over his feet as he hurried to climb off the bed.

When Liam stopped he was still well out of arm's reach from Cailan.

"You'll be coming shopping with me and a friend of mine from school today. Wash up and meet us downstairs when you're ready."

Cailan's head spun as he nodded briskly.

As soon as Liam left, Cailan went to the bathroom and washed his face then carefully combed and braided his long hair.

His skin looked a shade too pale in the mirror but he was otherwise presentable.

He pinched some colour back into his cheeks and headed downstairs.

Liam was sitting in the greeting area with his friend, a boy around the same age with sandy blond hair and dark brown eyes.

They glanced up from their tea when Cailan cautiously entered the room.

"You see what I mean, Tucker," Liam said with a nod to Cailan. "He's just a child."

Tucker considered Cailan, his head propped up on his fist.

"He's reached puberty at least and in a couple of years..."

"In a couple of years he'll be fifteen and I'll be eighteen," Liam interrupted.

Tucker gave a shrug.

"That's not so bad, but fine. Wait a few more if it pleases you. The point is, when he's grown he'll be quite a beauty."

Cailan didn't miss the way Liam's eyes skimmed his form with fresh consideration, his gaze lingering on his face.

"Well, perhaps but my father bought him with the intention that I would use him now. Why buy me a child for that?"

"The best ones sell young," Tucker explained.

"You'd get only the dregs if you bought an older slave. To hell with your father's plans. Take these years to mold the boy and then by the time you're ready to start a household of your own you'll have a fine Companion to see to your needs."

Liam studied Cailan for a moment longer before his lips twisted and he gave a sharp shake of his head.

"I see your point but that's a bit more forethought than I'm comfortable with. He's just a child."

"The girl who's promised as my bride is younger than your slave, so I'm used to forethought."

Tucker stood and stretched his arms out.

"Shall we go?"

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manamuna · 2 years

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He was taller than the last time I saw him. He was still a slender and attractive man, his jaw was perfectly fine and his lips seemed to taste delicious, I thought to myself.

Once I got off the train, he ran to me and took my face in his thin hands, the hands I had been jerking to for the past month. He carressed my cheeks with his thumbs, pressing his lips into mine. His lips felt so warm against mine, I didn't know how long it lasted but it was probably the most passionnate kiss I ever had. My tongue met his, and I started to wet my panties, the moment I fantasized for months finally came.

He stopped kissing me slowly, catching his own breath, blushing a lot from the kiss. "I wanted this for a long time, you know", he said.

I nodded, blushing a lot too, unable to breath properly. He took my hands and also grabbed my luggage, so we would be able to walk faster to his house. The traffic was insanely long that day, but it was worth the wait.

When we both got in the hall of the apartment building, we couldn't resist but to kiss each other again, in a more sexual way this time. He threw the luggage on the ground and pushed me against the wall, slamming my head a bit.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry i hurt you" he said, panicked. I didn't reply and kissed him as an answer, way too horny to focus on the pain. And God I was soaking wet, just to feel his body against mine. His hips moving as the kiss got deeper, but I wanted more than that, I wanted him to own me. I wanted to own him in every way possible.

"I want more please... I can't stand it anymore, i need to feel your skin against mine. I've been jerking off for the past months thinking about how good you would be fucking me some day, please hurry.." I said between two kisses.

He fastly got into the lift and kissed me again, and as I looked at the luggage on the ground of the lift, I noticed how hard he was. His poor cock was twitching of hornyness, I wished I coule take it in her throat right now. He seemed to be a nice guy in chat, not really into sm or violent stuff. But at the way he kissed me, so roughly, I wanted him to cross the burden.

He got out of the lift, took my hand once again, and put the key in his door. It opened so fast and got closed so fast by his hand. As we entered his apartment, I noticed how sober and casual it was. And for some reason it smelled just like him. Sweet coconut and deodorant, so nice.

He didnt even ask but he still grabbed me by the ass and lift me up against the wall, kissing me once again and smacking my ass to turn me on. I felt his cock still twitching below my ass, I wanted it inside my cunt right now, but he seemed like he had other plans for me right now.

"can we get to the bed please? I'm so hard" I nodded hesitantly so he gave me a sweet kiss on my forehead, reassuring me.

He threw me on the bed, getting on top of me. I admired his body, slender as I imagined, and nice hands, I had a hand fetish so, I found his hands clean and sexy. I really wanted to suck on his fingers.

I grabbed his shirt, letting my hands touch his bare torso, he was sweating a bit, but I found his skin so soft. As he got between my legs, he took the occasion to take off his shirt, so I could see more of him.

"You're so hot, i need you so bad you don't imagine how much i've been waiting for this." I said.

His words almost drove me over the edge, he was so attractive and hot, I couldn't help staring at his naked torso with desire.

He kissed me one more time before trailing my skin with wet kisses. Starting with the lips, focusing mostly on my neck, he sucked on my skin to leave deep hickeys that will stay for some days. I wasn't a big fan of bruises on the neck, but the way he grabbed my hand while doing so made me agree and enjoy the situation.

He slowly undressed me, letting my short dress go down on my knees, leaving me braless. He then gave me some quick kisses on my chest, as I was pretty gifted with my attributes, he kinda choked on the size of my tits but finally put his lips around my nipples, sucking on them recklessly. I moaned his name multiple times, choking on my own breath trying to catch air.

"Do you like them?" I asked him in a shy way. "I love them, I love everything about you my pet" I felt my heart shattered and my cunt leaked some more fluid from his words. Did he really called me pet? He must have done some research, I thought, so cute of him.

He then started kissing my bare stomach, licking my belly button and he, for some reason, got his head in between my legs. I still had my panties on, but he didn't seem to care. He gave warm kisses on my clothed cunt, paying attention to my reaction.

"Beg for it", he demanded. "Beg for me to fuck you with my tongue, or else i'll leave you like this, you get it pet?"

I caught my breath, "Please please eat me out, pleaaaaase i need to feel the warmth of your tongue on my clit.. Please Daddy please fuck.."

He didn't even let me finish my sentence, sliding the panties on the side of my desiring vagina, before licking it slowly. It didn't take much time before I started to moan loudly, probably disturbing the neighbors, we didn't care at that moment.

He was that type of man who loves to eat pussy, he loves the taste of it, he loves being submitted while doing it. He loves getting hair pulled because that meant his lover felt good. That is what I did, I grabbed his soft hair so he could go further with his tongue. It felt so good, being eaten out by the man I loved.

He sped up the pace of his tongue then put 2 of his long and thin fingers inside me, causing me to gasp and to adjust at his size.

"I can feel you getting closed, please cum in my mounth i beg you..." he stopped for a few seconds to say this, before moving his fingers it again faster than before. His words almost put me over the edge, which didn't really last since I pulled his hair more aggressively, right before cumming in his mouth and tightening around his beautiful fingers.

"You're so pretty, you're also delicious, do you wanna taste yourself my good girl?" he didn't want an answer, since he already knew he was the one in charge. I opened my mouth almost immediately, which he didn't wait no more to put his fingers inside my mouth, making me gag around them. I wanted to suck on his fingers so bad and it finally happened. The thing I wanted the most was happening. He started to fuck my mouth with his fingers, paying attention to my gagging, then proceeded to slowly fuck my throat. As I felt myself gagging even more, he briefly stopped fucking my thorat with his fingers, a marvelous look on his face. I couldn't even look at him, as my eyes were covered in tears, even my tongue was still out, I was breathing loudly.

He unbelt his pants, and put his undies down, then sped a bit to be able to fuck my throat. I was still in awe, internally begging for more domination. I started touching herself again, and when he placed his cock on the tip of my tongue, I couldn't resist but to suck on it as if it was the most delicious thing ever, but that wasn't a lie to me, it was the most delicious cock I had tasted.

He moaned a lot at the feeling of my tongue on his shaft, and he didn't take long for him to speed the pace, leaving a mess out of me. My eyes were almost closed, there was a lot of saliva leaking out of my mouth, and I was touching myself at the same time. He managed to grab my face in a rush, pulling me more so my nose touched his pube.

It felt for sure so nice to be fucked like this, being at his mercy, and I enjoyed his cock so much. I kept on carressing and stimulating my clit, getting closer to my second orgasm. He noticed as I was moaning more frequently and loudlier.

"Don't cum yet slut, let me use you more." he said, forcing me to handle more and more of his cock each thrust, causing me to drool lots of saliva on his clean floor. His dick wasn't the biggest I saw, but it was large, and it tasted good, I liked being fucked by him.

When he finally had some pity for my throat and mouth, he let him out and grabbed a fist full of my hair to kiss my lips. "You like being my cumdump don't you?" I simply nodded, way to horny to proceed and think.

"please fuck me now please... I want breed now i need your cum please fuck me already daddy i can't stand it no more".

He put me on all 4, separating my legs from each other, making his way to my throbbing cunt. I was so wet, I almost came when I got mouthfucked, he made me into a slutty thing.

He rubbed his shaft to my wet slit, taunting me a bit more until he can't handle the frustration. He kissed the back of my neck twice, before penetrating my wet cunt. I didn't even care about adjusting, I was full of his dick, that was all that mattered. It was still big, but it didn't hurt, it was delightful. The feeling of skin to skin, without any condom, felt like paradise. I came once more just by the feeling of being full of him. Obviously he noticed the bumps of my cunt around his cock, which made his dick twitch a bit.

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Y/N becomes a little impatient while Spencer is reading... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Thigh riding, thigh fucking, cum play Word Count : 2.5k

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NOTE: this is just FILTH FILTH FILLLTHHHHH, and it was supposed to be a blurb but i got kinda carried away so it’s a little longer than that... so enjoy your porn with no plot 😊😂 And shoutout to @broken-stardust for beta-ing this for me!! we originally talked about the idea for this fic months ago, so i’m glad you finally got to see it ❤

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She was in the mood for a little trouble.

Well, it was more like she was in the mood for a good fuck, but at the moment, with Spencer's strong desire to finish this incredibly long book series he'd just discovered, the mood for trouble came as more of a... fun little footnote that would most certainly add to the experience she was looking for.

So she strode up to Spencer, who was sitting comfortably on the couch with his book open and his glasses perched cutely on the tip of his nose, and straddled herself on his right leg wearing nothing but a pair of thin cotton underwear and a t-shirt.

"Hey," she said, low and seductive as she planted a wet kiss into his neck. Her hands clutched his shirt, willing herself to be closer and with every intention of him putting the book down and paying her some attention.

Either he truly wasn’t in the mood, or he was teasing her.

"Hey," is all he responded with, clipped and distant. His eyes scanned the pages, albeit slower than usual due to the woman clinging herself to him and begging for attention.

"You've been reading all weekend," Y/N half-whined, pressing herself into him and attaching her lips to his neck again. "Can't you at least take a little break?"

"It won't take me long to finish this book, and then we can, okay?"

She knew it was fair. It was more than fair, actually, but that didn't help the fact that she was still incredibly horny, and if she took care of it herself, it wouldn't have been enough. Maybe that was selfish, but she didn't care.

So she whined for real this time, more like a disappointed child, as she gripped his shirt and pulled herself closer to him. "Spencer..."

She expected him to warn her, to tell her to wait or something—anything—but instead he opted for the exact opposite.

He did nothing.

Y/N promptly decided that wasn't the correct response and rolled her hips, grinding down on his leg for friction. Her tongue drew a messy line up the side of his neck as she circled her hips and sought out the stimulation she so desperately wanted. And at the way his body tensed under her, obviously wanting the same things but holding out in favor of restraint, she knew her plan was close to working.

So she let out a long, content sigh and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging it gently and continued to ride his thigh, moving quicker and harder with each second as she felt her body start to unravel. Her lips attached to his neck and mumbled all sorts of little noises that should have gotten him to fucking do something...

And still, even as she felt herself cling to him and her body recover from a short (and quite frankly unsatisfying) orgasm, Spencer remained in his position, still flipping pages in that godforsaken book.

"Spencer," Y/N grunted. She was exasperated, and strongly hoping that she wasn't giving him any satisfaction in her need for attention.

However, instead he seemed a little defensive. "Wh—You're distracting me! I can't finish the book as quickly if you're distracting me..."

"Fine," she sighed, peeling herself away from him and trying one last thing to get him to submit.

Y/N slid the underwear off her legs and tossed it gently at his face, watching it fall into his lap in front of the book.

Still nothing. His eyes roamed the pages, and he was clearly highly invested in whatever story was written on them. And god damn it if he still wasn't the cutest thing she'd ever seen.

So she slunk back to the bedroom and plopped herself down on the bed with only a t-shirt, laying down and crossing one leg over the other. And when she tossed her head to the side with a sigh, she noticed the other books in Spencer's current interest scattered along his side of the bed.

Well, I'm not particularly in the mood anymore, and there's really nothing else to do...

"Why the fuck not," Y/N sighed, reaching out and fishing for the book that had the number 1 printed on the spine.

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With the final paragraphs of the story swimming through his brain, the book settled closed and neatly on the cushion beside him, Spencer looked down at his lap and noticed the bundle of cotton sitting there, next to a small damp spot on his pants where his girlfriend had been just under a half hour earlier.

He felt bad, ignoring her like that. It was hard resisting her when she was literally there, in his lap and getting herself off on his leg. And while he could practically hear Morgan in the back of his mind, telling him with disappointment in his voice, "It doesn't matter how important you think something is, that is always gonna be the most important thing,"... Spencer really couldn't help it. The book was so good he couldn't put it down. Not even for sex.

And now that he'd finished, he was focusing on what his brain decided it couldn't handle before, remembering her wet, hot breath on his neck and her fingers tangled in his hair as she rode his thigh, begging him for attention.

He was feeling guilty.

And he was going to spend the whole rest of the weekend making it up to her. He swore it, no matter who called, no matter what came up, he wasn't going to pay any attention to it unless it was his girlfriend's limbs tangled with his.

His hand reached for the book so he could return it with the others, but he thought better of it, wondering if Y/N would say anything. Instead, he figured walking in empty-handed and announcing how he was ready to give her his undivided attention for the rest of eternity if she'd let him would be a better option.

Spencer was feeling good about his decision, but when he opened the bedroom door and saw her, he felt even worse about ignoring her.

Because there she was, one foot pressed flat into the mattress and the other crossed over her knee, exposing her bare cunt to the world as she held a book in her hands. She looked statuesque and absolutely delectable, and he'd turned her down for a book he could have easily finished tomorrow morning.

Oh, he was definitely going to make it up to her...

"H—Hey, babe," he got out, trying to get her attention like she hadn't already heard the squeaky door open.

"Hey," she responded, similar in tone to how he'd answered the same greeting earlier, and it made his stomach turn.

Was she doing it on purpose?

Spencer took cautious steps towards her, stepping around the bed and clearing off the books scrambled on his side so he could take their place. "What are you reading?"

Rather than speaking, she tilted the book so he could see the cover and then returned to her position, eyes scanning the pages, and he couldn't tell if she was doing it to mess with him or if she was truly invested.

"Okay... Well, um... I'm finished now, i—if you wanted to, um..."

When Y/N finally took her eyes off the pages, she looked at him up and down as he sat on the bed... She took in his apologetic eyes, the slight pout on his lips that she could never resist...

And then she resisted him. Sort of.

"Eh, sure. Just let me finish this chapter first."

She sounded utterly bored.

And once again, Spencer wasn't sure if it was genuine or if she was just doing it to get back at him. But either way, it made him feel bad about before. He wanted to respect her wishes, grant her the time to finish reading just as she'd granted it to him... But he also wanted to make sure she knew just how sorry he was.

"Oh... Okay." He laid down next to her and watched her face as she read, her eyes occasionally blinking, mimicking the butterflies in his stomach at the sight before him. Even if she was mad at him, she was still absolutely stunning, and he was never going to take it for granted.

His fingers reached out to brush some of the hair from her eyes so he could see her better, and despite herself, she smiled a little, gently leaning into his touch.

That's my way in...

"I'm really sorry, Y/N... For ignoring you. I was just really caught up in the book and I—"

"Babe, it's fine," she dismissed, like it wasn't ever a big deal in the first place. "Trust me, I totally get it now. This is so good..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes were roaming the words again, her bottom lip tucking gently between her teeth as she turned a page.

Oh... so she wasn't just messing with me, then...

Spencer's eyebrows raised and he sighed a little, truly unsure where to go from here. "Oh... Well... I'm glad you like it?"

She hummed, barely acknowledging him, and it amused him to his very core. So much so that he couldn't help but lean forward to kiss her cheek out of habit. And when she scrunched her nose, barely brushing off his touch, he started feeling a bit more devious. So he kissed her again, this time on the jaw, and then again and again trailing down her neck. And he stayed there, sucking small marks into her skin while she remained in her position.

He remembered what he saw when he opened the door, and the thoughts swirling around in his head begged him to utilize it.

He really wanted to be polite and let her finish reading... But also...

Spencer shifted, leaving the bed only to return on the other end, with no pants as he crawled up in between her legs on his knees. Seeing as she wasn't going to move her legs at all, he settled for running his hands gently over them, tracing every dip and curve they took, all the way down to the back of her thigh, which was out and exposed as it was aiding in resting her ankle over her other knee.

When he got close to her exposed pussy, she shivered a little. "You're distracting me..."

The obvious teasing that laced her words sent a smile to his lips. He couldn't see her face for a moment, but then she angled the book down and peered over it, giving him eyes that challenged, Do it and see what happens...

So, without breaking eye contact, Spencer gently ran his finger along the opening of her wet cunt and watched as she flung the book back up to her face, hiding it from view. He played with her clit for a while, circling it gently with his thumb while his middle finger slowly slipped in and out of her.

Y/N whined. "That's not fair... At least when I was interrupting you, I didn't try to give you a handjob..."

Spencer hummed in agreement, removing his fingers from her and bringing them to his lips. "Hmm, I suppose you're right..."

So how am I going to make it even...

He took his dick out of his underwear then, holding it in his hand and resisting the urge to slip it inside of her. Instead, he settled for the small gap between her thighs, a whine escaping him once he realized it was nowhere near the amount of stimulation he'd get from anything else.

His hips snapped forward urgently as he chased some form of release, frustrated at how it felt good, but not nearly good enough.

"Not so fun, is it?" Y/N sang, flipping a page amusedly once he'd let out another exasperated whine.

"What's to stop me from just fucking you?" he hissed, gripping her legs and trying his hardest to be patient.

"You won't... Because you won't learn your lesson otherwise."

Now she was messing with him. She was punishing him for ignoring her, and he breathed a laugh, knowing he should have seen it coming. But he wasn't going to argue with her, not when he was well and truly aware that he deserved this.

Still, it didn't make it any easier.

Spencer's whimpering increased tenfold, though, once she took a little pity on him and squeezed her legs tighter, giving him more friction and bringing him closer to the edge.

"O—oh my g—od..."

It happened so fast. One second he was relieved at this new wave of pleasure and the next he was pulled underneath it, his lower half tensing, pulsing, and burning hot. God, she was warm... And wet, and tight, but in a completely different way than normal, and it all was too much.

Her thighs and lower stomach were covered in cum, and that thought alone was enough to keep him going. He was overstimulated and probably should have refrained, but the silky, warm skin of her thighs just felt so good gliding over his dick, he just couldn't.

By now, Y/N had completely tossed the book aside, watching in awe as Spencer seemed unaware of her actions. His eyes were shut tightly, so focused on coming again, and the head of his cock peeked out through the gap in her thighs with every thrust forward, glistening and nearly red...

And then he was coming again, and she watched as the milky substance spilled out over her skin. A strand of it dripped slowly down the front of her left thigh, and the sight made her whine.

Spencer opened his eyes then, an overwhelming kernel of love and adoration blooming through his chest as he watched her watch him.

And then everything slowed.

He shoved the book off the bed and laid down beside her, looking down to admire his work.

"Fuck," is all he said, in one huff.

He was clearly pleased with himself, a fact which made Y/N beam. "Oh, you like that, huh?"

With a vigorous nod, he reached a hand out to spread some of the mess around, his fingers gliding slowly and softly over the planes and curves of her still-crossed legs.

"We have to do that again... Though, I could do without the 'you punishing me' part..."

Y/N let out a laugh, grabbing his wrist and bringing his fingers to her mouth. She darted her tongue out to taste, slowly dragging the tip along the underside of his middle finger before taking it fully in her mouth.

"Don't give me a reason to punish you, then," she quipped back after letting his finger go with a soft pop and tilting her head to look at him.

That look in her eyes, the one that always gave him butterflies, elicited another heavy nod.

"Deal."

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