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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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kyle as a sub omg pls. He comes over after a stressful day and you decide to surprise him by tying him up and relieving some much needed stress from the both of you

Release Me

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! Warnings - bdsm, bondage, edging and a very flustered Kyle 🤤

Enjoy guys, it's 4:19am and I just busted this boy out, so sorry if there's any spelling mistakes!!

Stress. One word that everyone hates to hear, and when you put Kyle and stress in the same sentence, it never ended well. Kyle always did have a quick fuse, he couldn't help it.

And he was extremely stressed, he had a university final today, and you knew that soon all that stress would turn to worry, but before it did, you were determined to release all that pent up stress for him.

You'd noticed over the years you two have been together, that Kyle had a kinky side. I mean, who didn't. And while he enjoyed being the mostly dominant role, there also came a time for him to submit, and you had a feeling it would allow him to finally let his brain rest, because you were in control, if even for a short time, it's allowing his brain to fully indulge itself in the sheer amount of pleasure you were about to give to him.

You heard the door slam, and the thudding of footsteps towards the living room, and upon realising you weren't there, Kyle called out to you.

"Hey babe, where are you?" Kyle shouted.

"In here, baby." You replied, taking a final glance at yourself in the floor length mirror. Kyle gripped the door handle, stepping into your bedroom, his eyes landing firmly on you, his laptop bag falling from his shoulder to the floor, mouth open and eyes wide in shock.

"What's all this? Is this all for me, babe?" Kyle asked, his brow cocking, and you nodded, walking to him, his eyes watching how you moved, wearing a corset and matching panties, a smirk on your face as you cupped his cheek with your hand.

"I had a little plan for today baby, will you let me do that?" You cooed, seeing Kyle's eyes going soft already, nodding his head and you smirked at how easy he was to crack.

"Good boy. You wanna strip to you boxers for me and lay on the bed?" You spoke and Kyle just nodded obediently, and once he'd peeled his clothes off, he lay on the bed, and you crawled on top of him.

Your lips were pressed together already, hands roaming each others body's, and you gripped the ropes sat atop your beside table, lips never leaving Kyle's once, your hand already palming his clothed cock through his boxers, and you'll pulled away to fire him a quick wink before moving his hands above his head, binding his two hands together, pulling the final knot into place, you smirked at your work, your boyfriend's face almost the same colour as his hair.

You pressed a deep kiss on his lips once more, and after making out for a few minutes you moved down his neck, leaving dark purple hickeys as you moved lower, a smirk on your face, and you were gonna tease him till he broke, moving your way down his torso, licking a stripe from his waistband to his navel, causing a sigh of pleasure to leave his swollen lips.

Pulling his boxers down in one swift motion, took his cock into your hands, kitten licking the tip, hollowing your cheeks and taking him into your mouth and setting an agonisingly slow pace, making your boyfriend squirm.

"M-More." Kyle whined, and you gazed up at him, tutting before pulling away from his cock with a pop, and Kyle knew that look.

"Oh no baby, are you being a brat? You know what I do with brats don't you? They're punished." You spoke, licking the pre cum forming on the head of his cock, causing him to shiver.

"How about, I'm gonna suck your dick, and then I'm gonna ride you, and you're not allowed to cum till I say you can, understand?" You spoke, and Kyle nodded, knowing better than to argue or the punishment would only get worse.

And you reattached yourself to his cock, your pace a lot quicker this time, as your applied pressure from your tongue against the underside of his cock, a string of moans escaping his lips.

"F-Feels amazing." Kyle whimpered, gasps leaving him every few seconds, he really was a submissive little mess when he wanted to be.

You pulled away, climbing back over his body, and gripping his cock, rubbing the tip of it over your wet cunt before lowering yourself onto him, a gasp leaving both of you.

And you set your pace, not too fast, but not too slow either, and Kyle was a mess already, your hips rolling against his, he thrust his own hips against yours, diving himself deeper inside you, your hands on his chest to steady yourself, and your head hung back.

Kyle's wrists tugged on the ropes that imprisoned them. You knew he was close, you could feel his body beginning to tense up, and you upped the pace, your own moans starting to become uncontrollable, and you could feel yourself nearing your own climax.

"You're not to cum till I say so, remember?" You spoke, and Kyle nodded quickly, his bottom lip caught on his teeth as he kept thrusting himself inside you, raising your hips enough for his cock to move in and out of you.

And you felt it hit you, your orgasm came out of nowhere, and you could tell Kyle could hardly hang on any longer.

"Cum for me, and I'll cum for you." You spoke, both of your climaxes hitting you at the same time, your pussy pulsating around Kyle's spurting cock, both of your moans filling the entire room as you both called out for each other.

And you practically collapsed on top of him, just having enough energy to untie him, his arms coming to finally touch you, his head pressed against your breast, a sigh leaving both of you, and you pressed kisses to his flushed face, both of you trying desperately to catch your breaths.

"Damn... I wish I did finals more often if we get to have sex like this after every one." Kyle joked, both of you giggling together, smiles on both of your faces.

"I love you baby, thank you for helping me de-stress." Kyle spoke again, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and you smiled sweetly back at him.

"I love you too baby, and it was my pleasure. I love having you like that beneath me all whiny and bratty." You gushed, Kyle's cheeks lighting up red once more.

"Now let's get a shower and we can go for round two." Kyle spoke, earning a laugh from you as Kyle took your hand within his own, leading you to your bathroom. You were both in for a long night.

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eddiebillysteve · 2 years

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cat and mouse

(( harringroveson prison au )) chapter thirteen | find the rest here

a/n | find this chapter and my rambling a/n on ao3 HERE & find @leticheecopae's sister fic pit of vipers HERE - pls go read it and then talk to me about it because i am simply OBSESSED and more people need to sEE THE CONNECTIONS ok

warnings | daddy kink, dom/sub themes, possessiveness, slight feminization because makeup mentions?, neil hargrove is an asshole, steve being a gay panicked confused mess (this is a permanent tag), he's also being trained with candies and i'm not sorry about it, general prison talk, stuff like that !!

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moodboard by @a-redharlequin !!

Billy and Eddie had learned Steve’s birthday wasn’t actually for a few more days; they hadn’t missed it, the card from the boys had just been early. It meant they had time to plan, throw a few things together.

Argyle and Jonathan were in charge of the cake. It wasn’t a real cake, instead having to be made of whatever snacks they could get from the commissary to pile into the shape of a cake with a cigarette stuck into the top of the mound as a makeshift candle. Eddie was in charge of making a birthday card for him, one from the two of them, and Billy was in charge of the presents.

He rang Max up to tell her what he wanted brought in the day after Steve’s card from the boys arrived – even though it took a lot of bribing to get the guards to allow him to walk to the phones. Already he knew he was going to give Stevie his blue bear from when he was a child, but he wanted a couple of other things, too. The first was a tiny little bit of makeup, just a tube of lipstick, mascara and a small eyeshadow pallet – which was definitely more for them than Steve. Another was a book, one that Eddie had told him to get so that the three of them could read it together, and the last was a cassette player. They were allowed inside, as were radios, but very few of the inmates had them. They were nearly always stolen and getting family members from the outside to bring in cassettes got old quickly.

But the inmates knew much better than to dare steal anything that belonged to Billy or his pets. They knew the consequence would involve every last bone in their greedy hands being broken so they wouldn’t be physically able to steal anything for a long time, and then, while recovering, their own cell ransacked for anything of value to be taken away from them.

He struggled with choosing which cassettes to tell her to buy because he wasn’t sure what kind of music Steve was even into. He wound up telling Max to ask the record shop keeper for whatever was popular in metal, rock, and pop, and to get one of each. If he'd had more time, he would have asked Max to make him a mixtape of a list of songs he’d gotten from Steve, but that would be for another occasion.

Maybe it’d be his special treat after Billy tore through his pretty little asshole, which was planned for the night of the day of his last check up in the infirmary. From what he could tell – and he had gotten Eddie to look for him, which had involved him threatening to knock all of Eds’ teeth out if he even thought of ever teasing him about it – the stitches were healing perfectly, which was a miracle in itself from the amount of moving he was doing.

The ‘party’ they were planning was scheduled for Steve’s actual birthday day, a Tuesday, as soon as the work shift was over. Since Billy was off the entire week, he was able to ‘wrap’ the presents in colorful paper stolen from the art room and get the cake situated on top of the closed toilet seat. It didn’t look amazing given it was all makeshift, but he even drew and cut out some paper balloons like he had for Eddie’s first birthday inside to stick onto the walls.

He hadn’t gotten to celebrate his birthday for years. From the day his Mom left to the day he’d met Chrissy, he’d pretended he just didn’t have one to try to make the fact that he wasn’t allowed to celebrate easier to deal with. Chrissy had turned a painful day around for him, had showed up outside of his camaro holding a cupcake with a candle in it and a little gift for him, and since then he loved birthdays, always wanted to try to make them as special as he could for the people he cared about.

“Well, well, 62097. Who are we celebrating?”

Billy froze up when he heard the too familiar voice from behind him. He’d gotten three full days of freedom without Creel creeping up behind him, but now it was over. After a second of internally panicking, he put on a smirk and turned around.

It almost dropped when he looked Creel in the eye, but he managed to keep it up.

“Doesn’t matter because you’re not invited. Sorry.”

Creel laughed softly, a sound that could be mistaken for human if someone didn’t know how demonic he could be. His posture was painfully straight, hands clasped in front of him. “Well, that’s not very nice. Why wouldn’t I want to come to my pet’s party?”

Every muscle in Billy’s body stiffened. “What do you want?”

“I’m here to collect you for an appointment ,” Creel drawled, and Billy nearly dropped to his knees, ready to burst into tears and beg to just be left alone. Every word he spoke felt like a taunt because Creel was the one with the power and they both knew it. “Relax, 62097. Not with me, I’ve got to wait for you to heal a little bit first. Someone is here to evaluate your mental state. Make sure you’re okay to stay here and not be transferred to a hospital.”

It was an empty threat, Billy knew that. There was no way in hell Creel would let him go somewhere where he wouldn’t have access to him anymore.

“Come now. She’s waiting for you in the infirmary.”

Creel’s hand pressed to the small of Billy’s back as he slid past him in the doorway, and it felt like he’d been prodded with a hot iron. He flinched away so hard that he nearly fell over, and Henry laughed at his suffering, rolling his eyes at his dramatics.

No one was in the hallway, all the other inmates on their work duties, and Billy could have kissed Nurse Betty’s feet when he saw she was waiting in the infirmary doorway for him. It meant he wasn’t alone, that he wasn’t going to be trapped in a room with Creel again. Someone would be there to hear him if he screamed.

“Just this way, Mr. Hargrove,” She gave Billy a polite smile and brought him into one of the private rooms.

A woman stood inside, hair as dark as Argyle’s but up in a bun so tight that Billy didn’t understand how it could have been even slightly comfortable. She held a clipboard in her hands, red nails tapping against it, impatiently waiting for the inmate to be presented to her.

Betty gestured to the bed and Billy eased up to sit on it, having to shift his weight carefully to avoid any pain. By the time he was comfortable, the nurse was long gone and he was trapped in a tiny room with Creel and the woman he was now realizing was the Flayer . The psych doctor from Chrissy’s letters, the one that was just as fucked up as Creel, if not worse in her own way.

Bodies could withstand a lot of physical pain by disconnecting from it; it was the mental torture that broke humans down.

They stood between him and the door. Even if he was in tip-top shape without a bruise on his body, he would have no way of escaping to the door. The panic that crept up his spine made it feel like the walls were closing in, forcing him closer and closer to the blonde guard and the dark haired doctor.

He hadn’t eaten a girl out in a long, long time. Years. He wondered if they were going to tag team him, if Creel would laugh while he struggled his way around a pussy.

“So this is 62097.”

The woman’s voice was sweet but not soft. It didn’t sound genuine; it was like she was putting on an act of complete bullshit to try to come across as sweeter than sugar. Her eyes didn’t have much light in them and they were the same colour as Creel’s, Billy realized.

“It’s Billy. And who are you?” Billy asked.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of them, looking between the two of them standing side by side like he was trying to find more similarities. Their jaws looked a little similar, both sharp, and they were both thin with the same painfully straight posture. The woman was shorter than Creel, though, maybe by a foot or so.

“I’m Mrs. Rogers, the psychiatrist assigned to your case. I’m going to be asking you some questions today, 62097. Is that alright with you?”

Billy then realized that every question was going to be a test, a trick. There was a right and wrong answer to whatever she was going to throw at him, and he had to learn the correct ones if he wanted to keep from going on antipsychotics or whatever else it was that could be prescribed to turn him into a mindless zombie.

“Yeah,” Billy answered, casually, eyes flicking back to Creel. “He gotta be here?”

“Of course. For my protection,” The woman raised her eyebrows a little. “You’re a convicted criminal with a history of violence and untreated mental illness. Unless you would rather we use a pro-straint chair?”

Creel’s eyes darkened at the mention of the chair, the all too familiar glint of insanity flickering through them as too many ideas filled him.

“No thank you,” Billy spoke as politely as he could, even though his throat suddenly felt trapped in a vice grip. He knew the look in Creel’s eyes, it was the same look that always came before one of his especially fucked up ideas.

“Let’s get started, then, shall we?”

******

It was past dinner time by the time they’d finally released him back to his cell. He found it empty, figuring the boys were in the cafeteria, and he sat on Steve’s bunk with his head in his hands for a while.

His mind went to Chrissy and her girls, the ones that had to deal with the Flayer like he had to deal with Creel. It was fucked up. Part of him wanted the woman to stay here so he knew Chrissy was safe, but then Eddie and Steve would both be targeted. He thought it was a complete miracle that they were still unscathed by Creel.

There was a gentle knock and Billy stood up, about ready to throw his fists up, but it was only Eddie. He poked his head into the cell door. “There you are. You weren’t here when we got off, I didn’t want you to miss the surprise. We went over to Argyle’s instead.”

“Good boy. Well done,” Billy gave him a smile, but it didn’t reach his ears. He hoped his eyes conveyed that he didn’t want to talk about it, not while it was Steve’s birthday and the focus was on him. It wasn’t exactly a light conversation to have during a party. “The birthday boy there?”

“Yeah, hang on.” The cell door shut again, and when it was shoved open again, Eddie was behind Steve with his large hands covering Steve’s eyes. “Relax, baby. This is what you do for surprises. You don’t get to look until we say,” He cooed into his ear, and Billy had to try not to laugh. It was obvious their baby was incredibly nervous, but he really had no reason to be. It was a good surprise; a great one, even. “Three, two…”

“One,” Billy finished, and Eddie uncovered his hands. Steve blinked for a few moments until he registered what he was looking at.

Billy, the almighty Hargrove, had spent the day cutting out pretend balloons and wrapping presents, even if it was the worst wrapping Steve had ever seen in his life, and he didn’t know why.

He didn’t know why he deserved it.

His lip quivered the tiniest bit, and Billy reached out to pull him into his arms. Steve’s arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tight, and Billy bent down to murmur into his ear. “Happy birthday, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good boy, and good boys get treated real good, don’t they? Bad boys are punished, and good boys get rewards. Especially on their birthday.” His hand went to Steve’s hair, very gently tugging at it to turn his head from his neck to look at the presents. It wasn’t enough to hurt him at all, he just wanted him to see them. “All for you, princess. Wrapped ‘em myself.”

“I’m impressed, Bills’. They’re way better than your wrapping at Christmas. Did you practice?” Eddie asked, deadly serious as he looked them over. They were a complete mess, Steve couldn’t even start to wonder how bad they’d looked at christmas time if these were considered amazing, but he loved them all the same. The fact that he’d even tried to wrap them meant the world to him.

“Argyle gave me some tips, actually. They’ll be here for cake before lights out. Wanted to do presents just between us,” Billy leaned over and kissed Eddie’s head, too. It was impossible not to feel better when he was with the two of them; after a rough afternoon with Creel and Alice, he needed them, needed the distraction of seeing Steve so happy.

“These can’t all be for me,” Steve said then, eyes still looking over the gifts. Billy had wrapped everything up individually so he’d have more to open – each cassette was in its own little package instead of putting them all together.

“It’s not either of our birthdays, is it?” Billy raised his eyebrows at him. “They’re all yours. Sit down, baby. Papa’ll hand them to you.”

Papa was the name Eddie had settled on. It was that, or Mommy, which he didn’t feel connected to. It was too feminine. Steve was the only one that could have gotten off on being called something like that. Billy had suggested Master, since he was so into D&D, but Eddie didn’t think that felt right, either. It sounded too harsh when he was even softer towards Steve than Billy was.

Steve sat down on the bottom bunk, and Billy sat beside him, leaning back on one of his hands as Eddie plucked the first gift up to give to him.

It was the book, which Steve had never heard of, but was incredibly grateful for all the same. Eddie immediately launched into an explanation on it and after a few minutes, Billy had to cut him off and tell him to put it on hold until later so Steve could actually get the rest of his presents open before Eddie had to go back to his cell.

The cassettes and player were a hit, too. It was going to be monitored, of course; if Steve wanted to use them, he had to ask for Billy’s permission. Eddie may have been above him, may have been in charge of him, but Daddy was the one that had the final say. Both boys had to ask him for permission.

When it came to the makeup, the eyeshadow was opened first. Steve was confused by it at first, but once he opened the lipstick, the realization dawned on him a little and he looked to Billy with eyes bigger than saucers.

“Didn’t I say I wanted to dress you up all pretty?” Billy smirked at him, at the big bambi eyes and almost frightened expression. “Gonna get Argyle to throw together some dresses for you too, princess. Think you’ll look real good as our little doll.”

When his smirk turned a little more predatory, Eddie was shoving the last present into Steve’s hands. Billy rolled his eyes to look at him, giving him a little dramatic pout for ruining his fun, and Eddie shrugged a little bit to try to play innocent.

It made no difference. Once Billy was in good enough shape to fuck again, he would be smearing the lipstick on his lips to watch it rub off first onto his cock, and then onto the sheets when Billy fucked him open from behind. He wanted to watch the eyeshadow and mascara run and make a mess on his cheeks while he cried and begged for more, more, more.

The thoughts went straight to his cock, and for a moment he thought he was going to have to redirect the princess onto his knees right then, but Steve’s tiny little gasp pulled him out of it.

“Already named him for you. Figured if I took this one, Papa could name the other one,” Billy murmured to him, watching his eyes look over the patchwork bear. It wasn’t new like the one Eddie had gifted him – it was worn out, old and raggedy, some of the blue fabric barely even blue anymore. “It’s ‘Mar,’ the Spanish word for ‘Sea’. Because he’s blue, just like the ocean. Get it?”

The name had been originally given to the bear by his Mother and it felt bizarre to say it outside of his head. She’d handcrafted the bear, sewed every piece of fabric together and made sure it was perfect before gifting it to him when he was too little to remember.

For many of his teenage years, he couldn’t look at the bear. It was the only thing of hers he had left, and it always stayed tucked away in his closet, far away from his father’s leering eyes. It used to be stored with a little picture of him and his Mom, the only one he kept, but Neil had caught Billy showing Max it when she was little and wouldn’t stop asking about her. He’d just wanted to shut her up, maybe bond with her a little, because he knew what it was like to be eight years old and ripped away from your preferred parent.

The picture had wound up torn into a million pieces across his bedroom floor.

Max had tried to collect them, did her best with her little eight year old fingers to try to put them back together like a puzzle, while Billy stuffed Mar underneath boxes of junk and old clothes that were too small for him. They’d tried to put it back together for awhile, but when they got halfway through it and Billy realized how horrible the tiny pieces looked, he dubbed it pointless and flushed the paper bits down the toilet.

“Hargrove?”

“Hm?” Billy snapped back to the present, yanked out of the memory with his eyes still on the dumb blue bear. It had gotten him through a lot, and now it would get Steve through a lot, too. Except the lot Steve would be going through would be because of Billy, not a nightmarish father.

The realization made Billy’s gut twist up.

“I just said thank you. I love it, all of it.” Steve slipped his arms around Billy’s torso, a little hesitantly, and hugged him tight before standing up and going to throw his arms around Eddie’s neck in an even tighter hug.

“Everyone needs presents to open on their birthday,” Billy smiled at the two of them, watching Steve pull back from the hug to press a kiss to Eddie’s lips. “Don’t I get a kiss, too, Stevie?”

“Do you remember what we talked about?” Eddie murmured, nodding his head towards Billy to encourage Steve to go to him. It wasn’t Stevie’s fault that he was nervous around Billy, that he was afraid of him, but Eddie wanted to get them closer. He’d told him what to do, how to sit on his lap and bat his eyelashes and sink into him to soften Billy up. Steve just had to put the plan into action.

With a nod, Steve let him go to tiptoe back over to Billy, who raised an eyebrow. He wanted to see what he was going to do, what Eddie had taught him to do, and he was pleasantly surprised when Steve sat himself down on his lap. He was careful, obviously trying not to put his entire weight down onto Billy’s lap, but that ended quickly with Billy’s arms wrapping around his waist to force him to sit down properly.

Steve gave another glance back at Eddie, who nodded to silently encourage him, and then proceeded to press his lips to Billy. At first, Hargrove was fairly still, letting Steve’s hesitant mouth get used to him a bit more before his hand grabbed his chin and he got a little rougher with him.

“Open,” Billy’s words were a hushed murmur against Steve’s mouth when his lips didn’t automatically open to give him access, but he didn’t have to be told twice, at least. The tongue in his mouth made him want to shy away, but the big hand holding his face a little too tight kept him still, made him obey.

When he was released, Steve shifted downwards to rest against Billy’s chest, instead. Eddie was looking at them, watching them both closely, and he was smug for all of two seconds before he met his Daddy’s eyes and the smirk shifted into a smile, instead. He didn’t want to ruin the party by having Hargrove smack the smug look away.

“Good boy,” Billy murmured to Steve, eyes still on Eddie. “What else has your Papa said to you while I’ve been away? I’ve heard you’ve been very good. Earning lots of sweets.”

“That I have to listen to you,” Steve’s voice was soft. “And I can ask you questions because you have a lot of answers and know the rules.”

“Both of those are correct. You listen to what I say,” Billy tipped Steve’s head up to meet his eyes. “Even if Papa says yes to something, you check with me, as well – unless I’m not around. I hope I won’t have to go back to the infirmary for a long time. But your Papa will remind you of that, anyway, won’t you?”

“Of course,” Eddie nodded.

Steve’s arms curled around his new comfort item as he looked over Billy’s face. There was so much he wanted to ask, yet his mind felt blank. All he could think about were his presents and how good both the men were at kissing. And the cake, composed of twinkies, poptarts, ding dongs, zebra cakes and swiss rolls.

“What’s on your mind?” Billy prodded, reaching to brush Steve’s hair out of his face. “Hm?”

“Cake.”

“Cake?” Both Eddie and Billy repeated it, trying not to burst into laughter. They would have thought he would have said the kiss, or Billy’s rules, or even maybe Mar, but the answer was surprising. Steve nodded his head, innocent as ever.

“We have to wait for Argyle and Jonathan to cut it. They were the ones that made it,” Billy told him, looking over at where it was propped up. “How about a sweet for now? For being a good boy.” He nodded at Eddie, a silent signal for him to get one out.

The sweet Eddie got out was a lollipop, and Steve blushed when it was handed over. He remembered how he was told he was supposed to suck on lollipops and everything similar, with big eyes and hollowed out cheeks, and he still didn’t know why. Eddie had just said it was the rules, that it would make Daddy so happy and get him on his good side, so of course he would obey.

It was worth it, though. He craved the sugar and high that came with it now that it was associated with doing a good job and being a good boy.

“Thank you,” He chirped, repositioning himself so he was facing Billy in his lap with both legs wrapped around his waist before peeling off the wrapper and putting it into his mouth. Eddie gave him a minute, a silent test to see if he’d remember what he’d been instructed to do with them in Daddy’s presence – which he did.

When he was sure Billy was watching his mouth, he pulled it out enough to suckle on it, keeping eye contact even though it was difficult; his cheeks were red, he wanted to look away, but Eddie’s voice in his head was urging him on and he kept it up. After a second he sucked hard, enough that his cheeks hollowed in, too, and Billy nearly hissed.

“ Jesus, you are a good boy, aren’t you?” Billy murmured, hands sliding to grip onto Steve’s hips. He shifted him, ground him on his lap the tiniest bit, and Steve pulled the lollipop out to look down at Billy’s lap. He could feel it, the bulge in Hargrove’s sweats, and for a second he panicked. He wanted to get up and off, go to Eddie for safety, but Billy held his hips down a little harder. “Just relax, sweetheart. Suck on your lolly, don’t focus on anything else. ‘Atta boy.”

“He looks really good with something in his mouth, doesn’t he?” Eddie came up behind Steve, rubbing his hands down Steve’s shoulders and down onto his chest. He crouched so his chin was resting on Steve’s shoulder and he was able to see Billy’s face close up, letting his smirk come back just the tiniest bit.

After a second, his hands slid down further, gently moving Hargrove’s hands away so he could replace them on Steve’s hips, instead. “Daddy’s had a hard week,” He murmured into Steve’s ear, eyes still plastered on Billy’s. “Move just like this while you have your lollipop. It’ll make him feel real good. Like a massage, almost, baby, that’s all.” He guided him along, grinding him down and against Bills’ lap until the man let out a groan and rested back on his hands. “Now your turn. You can do it, just roll your hips.” He kept his hands in their places, but he didn’t move him anymore, instead letting Steve jut his hips and grind himself while he suckled. The hand that wasn’t holding the lollipop held his new bear tight to his chest. “Good boy. Such a good boy for Daddy and Papa. Look how happy Daddy looks, yeah? Feels so nice.”

There was a slight knock on the cell door, and Eddie’s hands tightened on Steve’s hips. All three of them knew it would be his reflex to stop at the intrusion, but it was only Argyle and Jonathan and he didn’t have to. Steve twisted his head around to look at them, but Billy reached out to snap it back, not wanting to lose a second of him working the lollipop.

“Thought we were having a party?” Argyle joked, and Billy smirked lazily at him.

“We are, amigo. This is just the entertainment. C’mere,” He nodded to the space on the bed beside him, and Argyle plopped himself down to have a look. Steve’s eyes were wide, cheeks redder than ever, but he knew better than to stop. “Pretty, right?”

“Hell yeah, dude,” Argyle reached over to clasp his hand in Billy’s before looking properly at Steve. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes with the teddy in his arms, too. “Happy birthday, Stevie. Like your presents?”

Steve nodded, about to pull the lollipop out to speak before Billy grabbed his wrist, forcing him to keep it between his lips. “You can talk when it’s gone. There’s not much left now,” Billy instructed. “Can you be a good boy and sing for us? Let Argyle hear how sweet you sound.”

There was hesitance, he didn’t immediately start to moan, not until Eddie’s hands gave a warning squeeze.

Billy nearly groaned himself at the little sound Steve gave. It was a little longer than a whimper, not quite a moan, but just so sweet.

“That’s it. Louder, sweetheart. One more, a good one, and then you can have your cake,” Billy’s coaxed. The second one was a bigger moan, louder, pulled out from the depths of his chest, and Billy let him come to a slow stop after it rang through the air. “There you go. Think we’ll have to try that during cards on Friday. See what the other men think. Have to get you to practice those sounds a bit more, Stevie, but you’re good. You’re a good boy.” Before lifting him off, Billy pulled him in for another kiss, one that was surprisingly gentle. Billy could taste the strawberry sugar flavor on his lips.

Jonathan was just as red cheeked as Steve, eyes trained on the floor until his friend was off Hargrove’s lap and able to turn to look at him. “Hey,” Steve mumbled, the tiny last bit of the lollipop clinking against his teeth before he bit it off. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course,” Jon looked up and gave him a tiny smile. “Happy birthday. Made you this.”

He handed over a card, one made and doodled on the previous night in his art therapy. Some men had anger management to go to in the evenings, others addictions counseling, but he had art therapy. He had snapped, aftercall, had been nearly declared insane for the acts supposedly committed against his brother by the courts. The therapy was supposed to be extra punishment, but it was actually something Jonathan enjoyed a fair bit. Argyle had signed up to go, too, even though he wasn’t forced like Jon, and they got to spend a few evenings a week painting and drawing – Argyle usually spent his time trying to sketch out different things he could have potentially made out of old sheets, like dresses and skirts.

They were a hot commodity amongst the men that were into feminizing their cellies.

The card was pretty simple, covered in birthday related doodles – a birthday cake, candles, presents, balloons, whatever he could come up with. He didn’t consider himself to be a great artist – his brother had gotten the drawing talent – but the card was cute and colourful.

“Oh, Jon. Thank you,” Steve murmured, admiring the front before opening it to read the message inside. It was sweet, a few words about how they’d celebrate properly one day on the outside with pizza and soda and real presents, and signed off with both their names. Once he’d read it, taken everything in, he pulled Jonathan in for a hug, Mar squished between them.

He got along really well with Jonathan. The boy was probably the only one in the entire prison that was innocent and incapable of hurting anyone.

“I love it. Thank you,” He repeated as he pulled back, and he kissed Jonathan’s cheek before turning around to give Argyle a hug, as well. Argyle wasn’t rough like Billy, and he wasn’t overtly sexual. He went along with Billy’s antics a lot of the time, but he would never push Steve to do anything he didn’t want to do. Steve felt safe with him, liked spending time hanging out with Jon in their cell. Argyle could also make him giggle, even in the moments he felt full of despair. “And thank you, too.”

“You’re very welcome, little buddy,” Argyle patted his back. “Jonny worked real hard on that. I wanted to opt for stickers, but nah. He’s the real deal, full of talent.”

“Is he ever. I can barely draw a stickman,” Steve grinned as he pulled back, giving Jon a thumbs up. “I’ve been so spoiled. I don’t deserve it.”

“You do deserve it, baby,” Eddie said, scrounging around for Billy’s lighter. “We couldn’t get an actual candle, and there’s no way Billy would have let us waste nineteen cigarettes, so we did the best we could.”

“I love it,” Steve chuckled when he turned around to look at the cake. “Seriously. I love it. This is the best cake I’ve ever seen.”

Once the cigarette was lit – not that Steve would actually be able to blow it out – Argyle started them off with a rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ sung so dramatically bad that Steve was almost out of breath from laughing so hard by the time they finished.

He realized, after he ‘blew out’ his candle, that both Eddie and Jonathan were right when they had told him when he’d first arrived that there weren’t all bad moments. Prison held a lot of good ones, too, and he was in one. It made him weirdly emotional – made him feel more at home than he had in a long, long time, all while being in a tiny cell with four other convicted criminals. Eddie handed him over a ‘slice’ of cake, which was just one of the many snacks stacked together, before giving everyone else a piece, too. Billy was the only one that didn’t accept any, instead opting to smoke the cigarette ‘candle’ as his dessert.

Steve didn’t ask about it, as much as he wanted to. He wanted to ask why Billy always took the protein from his trays at every meal, why he never ate breakfast and why he always removed the bread of his sandwich during lunch – but he didn’t. Instead, he sat on Eddie’s lap to eat his birthday cake and spend time with the few people that wanted to spend time with him in return.

#harringroveson #harringroveson au #harringroveson fic #harringrove #steddie #mungrove #stedilly #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #cat and mouse

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seita · 4 years

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— size kink headcanons 2 [haikyuu!!]

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴜsʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ, ᴛᴇɴᴅᴏᴜ, ᴇɪᴛᴀ, sʜɪʀᴀʙᴜ + sᴀᴋᴜsᴀ.

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-ˏ͛ shiratorizawaˏ͛-

— wakatoshi ushijima.

∴ hes a big guy so ∴ as expected.... ∴ lit biggest dick of the team. ∴ but he’s actually pretty fuckin clueless about it too ∴ he isn’t actively aware there’s such thing as a size kink ∴ so he doesn’t actually have the kink ∴ but u do. so. ∴ welcome to the life ushiwaka.

“y-you’re so big toshi...” you whined, hands on his shoulders.

“i know,” he breathed, holding your hips to support you.

half his cock was buried inside of you and the stretch was aching. you could feel him reaching places no one else ever had. letting out a breath, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you ground your hips in a circle. he hit that glorious spot inside you and you clenched tight around him.

he groaned, eyes fixated on your cunt. the way you were stretched wide around him, not even taking his whole length yet had his cock throbbing. you were so small compared to him, so fragile. he could break you if he wanted to.

yet there you were, losing yourself on his cock, slowly easing yourself down so you could take in more of his length.

“good girl,” he whispered, moving his hand to circle your clit with his thumb until you finally bottomed out, settling in his lap. your walls seized around him and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning when he realized you were cumming.

— satori tendou.

∴ he likes size kink mostly bc he’s a bit of a sadist ∴ like he knows you struggle to take his dick ∴ and he knows it sometimes hurts ∴ seeing that pain on your face ∴ it’s euphoric to him ∴ and boy is he evil about it ∴ his dirty talk??? foul. filthy. humiliating ∴ he could make you cry from half the shit he says ∴ lil sadistic babie

“is that your cervix?” he scoffed, looking down to where his cock was buried within your cunt, “you haven’t even taken all of me.”

“satori...” you whined, pressing your hands against his chest as he tried to press even deeper.

he clicked his tongue, “what? does that hurt?” when you nod, he just gives you a crooked grin, “poor baby. but guess what? i want you to take all of my fuckin’ cock.”

“can’t!” you cry, sending his heart fluttering. he can hear the watery undertone as he gives you a disappointed look he knows makes the sub within you crumble.

“is that so?” he sighed, slowly pulling his cock out, “guess you aren’t gonna be my good girl after all, huh? oh well. i’ll just go jerk off into the toilet or somethin’.”

you whined and throw you arms around his shoulders to pull him back to you, making him grin, “wait! i can do it!”

he grins, feeling your tears wet his skin. he pats the back of your head, slowly sinking his cock back in. he hears you hiss as he keeps going until he’s finally fully seated within you, “see? i knew you could do it. now be a good girl and let me use your little cunt how i want. maybe you’ll cum if you’re lucky because i’m not gonna be tryin’ to get you off. this is about me now, understand?”

you whimper and nod, making him smile. of course you understand, you’re his good girl in the end.

— semi eita.

∴ #2 big dick on the team boink ∴ i said what i said ∴ this guy EXUDES BDE ∴ he knows how to use it too ∴ expect praise out the ass from him while he fucks you too ∴ how proud he is of you that you took him so well ∴ he pretty your pussy looks stuffed full, stretching to accommodate his fat length.

hands holding beneath your knees keeps you spread completely open, letting him rock his cock into your pussy. he’s only halfway in, not yet giving you the rest because he knows you need to adjust.

he hums, reaching to the side to pull the bottle of lube from where it was tangled in the sheets. he pops the lid and lets some fall onto your spread folds, continuing to rock his hips to spread the lube into your little hole.

he tosses the bottle away and brings his thumb to your clit, hard and swollen from neglect. he sucks in a breath, humming as he feels you squeeze around his cock in response.

“atta girl...” he breathes, voice deep and calm, finally working a bit more of his length into you, “let me in...good girl. feel that? you’re taking me so well.”

you hiss and he pauses, retreating for a second only to slowly work that length back in. your eyes flutter, reaching down to grip his wrist where it was between your thighs. he smiles as he realizes he had stopped playing with your clit, resuming the slow, intoxicating circles he knew you loved.

“think you can take more?” he asks, breathless. you nod and he pushes a bit more into you, “look at that...you’ve almost taken all of me. you’re such a good girl for me, just a bit more.”

he feels you work to relax your walls around him so he can finally bottom out. he does so with a groan, his eyes rolling back. he pauses, letting you get used to his cock. he continues his circles on your bud until you’re contracting and cumming so prettily around him. he grins, working you through the high with whispered praises. once you come down, he gives your clit a few firm pats to your bud, grinning when your body flinches under the contact.

“here we go, pretty girl,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “let me make you feel good.”

— kenjiro shirabu.

∴ he’s not the biggest guy around in general ∴ he’s like the smallest on the team lmao ∴ so to have a girlfriend who is small enough to make him feel BIG??? ∴ that rlly butters his biscuit ∴ so truthfully, he never knew he had the kink until you came along ∴ but now that it’s been discovered....oh boy....get ready ∴ he’s gonna humiliate the hell out of you (not to the extent of one satori tendou) ∴ but his dirty talk is filthy too lmao

“you like taking a cock that’s too big for you?” he growled, bottoming out quickly despite your protests for him to slow down, “oh quiet down. i can feel how wet you are.”

“kenjiro...” you whined, trembling beneath your boyfriend’s frame as he grinned.

“what is it? do you want to cum?” he’ll ask, “if you cum now you’ll squirt everywhere. you know you can’t handle cumming around my cock. is that you want? to make a mess?”

“yes!” you beg, tears stinging your eyes as you nod.

he grins and starts slowly fucking you with his cock. you’re creaming all over him and it’s driving him crazy. with just a few thrusts against your sweet little spot, you’re gushing all around him and soaking his length with your cum.

“you’re so fucking messy, little whore,” he growls, “now sit there and let me use this sloppy hole how i want.”

-ˏ͛ itachiyamaˏ͛-

— kiyoomi sakusa.

∴ doesn’t know that it’s a kink that exists ∴ and truly didn’t get anything out of seeing you struggle to take his cock ∴ until you actually voiced your arousal over it ∴ and then he was like ‘ok.....i see.....i can get behind this....’ ∴ and now he rlly digs it tbh ∴ he’s a simple man, really

“too big, omi,” you cry, clinging to the sheets beneath you as he stuffs you full of his cock.

“shut up,” he snaps, continuing to sink his length into you until you reach up and press your hands against his chest to get him to stop, “hands off.”

“pl-please,” you whine, voice teary, “s-slow down.”

he shakes his head and shoves your hands away from him, pushing even more into you. you’re breathing hard but you’re soaking his cock so he knows it’s not that bad. you’re just a dramatic little crybaby and he knows that. but he also knows you’ll take what he tells you to so he continues on until he’s bottoming out.

“s-so full...you’re so deep, omi,” you babble, eyes hazy, “you fill me up so much. g-gonna make me cum s-soon.”

he scoffs, pulling back so only half his length remains before shoving that same amount back in. you squeal and shriek out his name. he grits his teeth and slaps his hand over your mouth so hard you flinch.

“fuckdolls don’t talk,” he hisses, “shut the fuck up and let me use you.”

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griffintail · 3 years

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The First Day

Summary: Your first day on the server.

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This is a story I was working on in my free time for like the longest time and it's still not finished and it's so long. God knows how many parts this will be. I need a title for this story too. I'll think of one separately and it will have it's own masterlist if people like it.

SO! Without further ado, here you are because I was bored!

Oh and (Y/U/N) means YOUR USERNAME.

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Wilbur logged on to the Dream SMP. He didn’t have anything to do there, it was just a place to run around and build for him at the moment.

He had built his “ball” not far from Tommy’s base, maybe he could build something else…He wasn’t quite sure yet. Just as before, Tommy begged for his attention and chuckled at the boy’s antics quietly. As he was going to find a space to build a new name joined the server.

(Y/U/N) joined the game

He frowned. He’s never heard that name before. Someone must have though because Dream didn’t let just anyone on the server. He’d look into them later.

He was once more about to go to work when there was a new message in chat.

<(Y/U/N)> There are new people on today. \o/ Hello, Mr. Soot and Mr. Innit.

He chuckled as he read the message deciding to give them a response, smirking at Tommy’s probably rage.

<WilburSoot> Hello there! :)

<(Y/U/N)> May I know your coords?

<WilburSoot> You may

He gave the newcomer he coordinates, deciding to stick around the ball as he had as Tommy messaged him with renewed hope. A figure that wasn’t Tommy climbed up to Wilbur. The character was a female skin in a plaid jacket that was open with a plaid shirt and blue jeans to match, wearing a gray beanie on blonde hair.

<(Y/U/N)> Hi! I’m new and wanted to give you a gift.

She threw a flower, a poppy specifically, at him and when he picked it up, he noticed it was named.

From (Y/U/N) to WilburSoot

<WilburSoot> Why thank you Ms. (Y/U/N).

<Tommyinnit> WOMAN!?

<(Y/U/N)> No problem good day!

<(Y/U/N)> Mr. Innit! May I have your coords?

<Tommyinnit> No I will not give a woman my coordinates!!

<(Y/U/N)> :(

And now was the time to respond to Tommy. Wilbur logged onto the discord and joined Tommy in his call.

“Wilbur!”

“Now Tommy, that’s not how you talk to a lady.” Wilbur jokingly scolded him. “Apologize to her.”

“I am not going to apologize to a woman!”

“Tommy,” Wilbur warned. “Don’t make me block you.”

He heard Tommy sigh exasperated and typed in chat.

<Tommyinnit> I’m sorry

<(Y/U/N)> :) It’s ok. I wish to give you a gift! Coords pls?

<WilburSoot> He lives in those fences right across from here

“Good, thank you, Tommy.”

“Will you talk to me now?” Tommy asked with a huff.

“Sure.”

He first went into his ball as the girl sprinted over to Tommy’s place. He put the flower in a chest before following after her as he listened to Tommy talk.

“Why the hell did she give me a flower?” Tommy questioned as Wilbur was halfway to Tommy’s.

<Tommyinnit> Why the hell did you give me a flower?

<(Y/U/N)> I’m new and I just want to give you a welcome gift!

<(Y/U/N)> I need to work on my house. Good day, Mr. Soot and Mr. Innit!

She sprinted away towards the community house. Wilbur stopped next to Tommy as he was holding a red tulip.

“Wha…What was that?” Tommy asked Wilbur.

“She told you, now what do you want to do?”

The new girl had left before Tommy’s stream ended and after Tommy’s stream and he left, Wilbur decided to look up who the new person was. Looking up the name, he got a Twitter, YouTube, and Twitch account. On her Twitch there was a new video streamed today titled “Let’s not be homeless! (DreamSMP)”. She had a decent amount of followers on her Twitch and her YouTube channel, she had half a million subscribers. On her Twitter, there was a picture of a dog with its face pressed against the camera that had taken it. There was a tweet from not long ago with a full picture of the same dog next to a desk.

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(Y/U/N) @(Y/U/N)

He wouldn’t leave me alone all stream! I love my good boy but a girl needs her space!

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Wilbur gave a quiet chuckle before liking the post and giving her a follow. Maybe he’d meet more of her…

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Wilbur logged into the server once more to work on his project to come with Tommy. There were a few people online, Tubbo, Ponk, and Fundy. He didn’t bother them though, giving greetings back when given before getting to work. As he did, he got a notification from his phone that someone was live and glanced over. (Y/U/N) was live.

Curious, he pulled up her stream and decided to leave it on in the background.

“Hello, magical people! We’re going to be jumping back onto the SMP! My house looks so dull and I wanna find wolves.”

Wilbur caught her accent immediately, American, definitely.

“What do you mean there’s three people I haven’t met! I don’t have experience chat! Don’t say that!”

(Y/U/N) joined the game

“Fudge there’s three people I haven’t met. Firetrucks, uhhhh, I need to give them their flowers but I can’t name them!”

<(Y/U/N)> Hello new fellows! \o/

<Tubbo_> Hello! o/

“I like that one.” She laughed. “He definitely deserves a flower. Oh, Mr. Soot’s online. Maybe he can help…”

Wilbur looked over to see her typing a message in chat to him and as he looked over, he realized there was no webcam. She must not like to show her face.

(Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: Hi Mr. Soot! I’m in a predicament. May I ask for some of your EXP levels to name three flowers?

He chuckled as he typed back to her.

WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): I have a few I can spare. I’ll be heading over to the ball to meet you. Just bring the anvil and flowers.

“He’s a lifesaver chat!” She cheered. “We found a good one!”

He laughed as he made his way over to his ball.

(Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: You’re a lifesaver! I and the chat thank you!

She came sprinting over a few moments after he got there and she placed the anvil down and threw to him a dandelion, an orange tulip, and an allium.

(Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: The dandelion for Tubbo, the tulip for Fundy, and allium for Ponk.

WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): Ok :)

He named the flowers the same as she had named his as she took the chance of waiting to read out her subs and donations. As he named the last flower, he saw he had a spare daisy in his inventory. She was giving them flowers; he should give one back.

To (Y/U/N) From WilburSoot

He threw all the flowers back over as she was reading a donation.

“Ah! Flowers! Time to hunt down the people!”

(Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: Thank you! I owe you one!

WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): Any time!

She picked up the anvil before sprinting off into the distance and he went back towards his build.

<(Y/U/N)> Mr. Tubbo! Hello! I’m new and wish to give you a present!

<Tubbo_> Thank you!!

It was a moment before a new message popped up in chat.

<(Y/U/N)> Hello Mr. Fundy! I have a gift for you!

<ItsFundy> Ah thank you very much!

Wilbur found it rather interesting as he watched the chat about how she used titles to talk to others. It was rather formal.

“What do you mean there’s an extra flower? I only gave Mr. Soot three. Ok, ok, I’ll look.” She told her chat. “I thought I taught you guys better.” He looked over as she looked through her inventory, hovering over the extra flower he had given her. “Oh! He gave me a flower back! No one’s ever given me a flower back! Two years of giving flowers to people on servers and Mr. Soot beats them all!”

So, this was a regular bit she did. He was surprised though to hear that he was the only one to give her a flower back, blushing lightly at her off-hand compliment.

<(Y/U/N)> Mr. Soot! Thank you for MY gift! :)

<WilburSoot> It was no problem. :)

“Now back on track! To Ponk’s!”

Wilbur tuned out the in-game chat as he worked, looking towards his phone though when he heard his name.

“Do I watch Mr. Soot? Well yes, I’ve watched a few of his videos with Jschlatt and I’ve listened to his music video, uh…The Internet Ruined Me! That’s the one.”

Wilbur blushed lightly once more. She had watched some of his videos and his music?

“Do you watch anyone else on the server? Yeah, I watch a few of the guys like Sir Dream, George, and Sapnap. I watched one or two videos of Mr. Innit’s and Tubbo’s creation. But I have to be here with you too chat! I don’t have time to watch everyone!”

Wilbur finished building, about to log off for the day but stopped and opened in-game chat.

<WilburSoot> Good bye Ms. (Y/U/N)!

“And he’s saying bye to me! Why didn’t we meet him sooner chat?!”

<(Y/U/N)> Goodbye Mr. Soot! :)

“I am not simping chat! I thought I taught all of you better!”

Wilbur laughed as he turned off the stream. She was certainly a character.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur soot x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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midnightmoonkiss · 3 years

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Oh, What A Ghost!

Ghost! Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Vampire! Reader

Summary: Being a pervert gets you punished, not that he minded.

WARNINGS!: Biting, oral (male and female receiving), face riding, fingering, butt stuff, blood, voyeurism, masturbation, orgasm denial, toys, a lot of nsfw content. Sub! Izuku

Category: Smut

Word Count: 5.4k+

A/N: Did I shove as many kinks into this as I could? yeah<3 HAPPY HALLOWEEN! :)

Just To Clarify:

They’re consenting third years (aka 18+)

There is a heiarchy but Izuku totally tears it down

This was a fun monster!au I made up :)

It’s Halloween lmao.

Perm. Tag List:

@coupsieddori @desia2 @strwbrry-lia

“You’re such a pervert, Izuku~”

“H-HaaaH! (L/N)..! Pl-please-! I’m- mmMM!! I’m s-ssorry-!”

“Is that so?”

To be honest, you never thought this would happen, never thought you’d be given the opportunity to make a move on your crush in such a.. bold and licentious fashion.

He did have it coming, though, considering you caught him red handed.

Ghosts were always so sneaky and aberrant, their ability to walk or float through walls and turn invisible offering a plethora of possibilities for activities, both good and bad. You didn’t expect such an ‘innocent’ and kind boy to partake in such activities that his race was known for, and yet, you weren’t all that surprised when you found out that he lived up to the stereotype.

Then again, most monsters did.

It was mostly inevitable, after all.

Just like how ghosts were perverts, vampires were sadists. And that’s exactly what you were.

Poor little Izuku, he had no idea the true trouble he got himself into, and on such a respected night as well.

Halloween.

October 31st.

The holiday was bigger than any other, the entire island, or at least the participating parts, went all out with decorations every year.

From lights to festivals, everyone went nuts.

It was the day that worshipped the supernatural, after all.

In a world where humans and creatures, previously thought as myths, coexist, humans have always overpopulated the monsters, and so schools built just for them popped up all over the globe. The one you and your dear friend, Midoriya, attended happened to be the most famous one, known for using monsters ability to fight against those who used it for wrong. It truly was thrilling, and it saved those previously in public schools from the bullying that occured all too much.

The school, UA, was like a pot of stew, all kinds of monsters mixing together. Werewolves, witches, wizards, zombies, vampires, ghosts, and so many more. Though, most typically stuck with their own group, but it wasn’t uncommon for people to branch out, just like how you were friends with a ghost and a zombie.

It took society a long time to accept monsters, and some still dont, but who needs them anyway, right?

Besides, to you, monsters were much more fun, especially when vampires and sirens were considered the top of the hierarchy.

Ghosts, ghouls, and zombies were at the bottom, their power not all that great, but vampires and sirens, alongside werewolves, were at the very top, the most well respected and feared monsters.

Though you were looked down on by your fellow vamps by befriending a ghost, you couldn’t care less.

As months flew by, and two school years came and went, you found yourself falling madly in love with the man who captivated you.

If he didnt float and walk through walls sometimes, you wouldve assumed he was a different class from how he held himself, strong, and not weak and defenseless.

You loved it.

But there was always something that made you question him sometimes, how he’d disappear without saying a word, how he’d be flustered around you one day and not the next. It was strange, but you never looked into it.

Little did you know, the dirty little ghost was up to absolutely no good.

His.. habit manifested out of fear, ever since that summer camp that occurred the first year, and he saw how badly wounded you were, he grew protective of you, even if you were miles ahead of him in strength. He’d check up on you somtimes, turning invisible and poking his head in through your dorm room window.

He knew it was wrong, peeking into a girls room- at night.. but.. he couldnt help himself.

He swore he would stop, but he never did.

One day, he happened to catch you.. doing quite a lewd act. He knew in his gut he shouldve floated away, to not be a peeping tom, but his large green eyes were glued to your perfect body, and how your fingers dipped in and out of your wet flesh with a squelch and moan that made his virgin cock twitch in his shorts.

Was it wrong to grab his dick, bucking into his hand as he watched you get off to an audio?

Maybe..

No, it definitely was!

But you.. you were so!!

So hot!

He lost count of the amount of times he’s cum on his hand watching you cum on your own, far too many.

But he slipped up today, let a moan escape past his hand and suddenly your ruby red eyes met his own.

He knew you couldnt see him, but he knew that you knew he was there!!

You smirked, showing off your sharp fangs, “Izuku.”

The pure shock he felt from hearing you say his name made him manifest into thin air on accident, collapsing to his knees as ghost costume covered his indecency.

There was a Halloween party tonight, and he dressed up as his race thinking it was funny- but it wasn’t really funny anymore.

And so, that led him to where he was now, willingly beneath your naked body glistening with sweat from the full moons silvery light pouring in through the window as you ground your bare pussy against his sensitive cock.

You pinned his arms above his head, your hungry gaze boring into his soul, he couldnt deny how hot it was, or how true your words were.

He was a pervert.

“Y-yes!” He cried out, tears pricking at his eyes from the embarrassment he felt at being caught, “I’m s-sorry..!”

His breath caught in his throat when you leaned down, your face hovering over his own.

“Mmm.. I don’t know if I can believe you, ‘Zuku.. How can I know you’re really sorry?”

You batted your eyes at him, pouting, such a devious thing to do.

“I-I’ll do a-anything t- haaahh.. nn.. t-to prove it..!”

He was so cute.

“Anything?” You pondered.

“Yes-“

You cut him off with a kiss, and you couldnt help but grin when he moaned against you.

This kiss turned into another, and another, and soon you were finally making out with him. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, but eventually you both fell into a rhythm, him whimpering each time you rolled your hips against him.

Swiping a tongue over his quivering bottom lip, he eagerly opened his mouth, just for you to invade his maw, greedily sucking his sweet tongue into your mouth, causing him to give in and buck up against your sopping warmth, giving your clit delicious friction.

“Mm-!”

Pulling away, his mouth chased your own for a second, “H-hah-! (L/N)!”

Pressing a finger to his plump lips, you pushed his head back down against your pillow.

“Say.. you wouldn’t mind if we’re a little late to the party, would you?” You smiled coquettishly down at the squirming boy covered in scars and freckles.

Gulping rather loudly, he shook his head, eyes wide and face burning red, his hormones going wild. How could he say no, when his crush was rubbing her naked self against him and enjoying it?

He would be a fool, a damn fool to say no, he wanted it too much. He wanted you, and he would say just about anything, do anything you wanted, to have you.

“Mm~ Good boy.” The praise went straight to his gut, butterflies forming and going wild inside him, making his hands clammy.

Reaching over, you dug around the drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a pair of red and black leather handcuffs that matched your curtains and rug.

Izuku let out a whine as his wrists were cuffed to the bed, giving in immediately.

“Bad boys don’t get to touch.” You teased, tapping his nose and watching as it wrinkled.

But this just meant you couldn't get his shirt and ghost sheet off, not that you particularly minded. You didn't need him completely naked.

Fulling slipping off him, you watched for a moment as his cock twitched, begging for you to come back to it.

It made you giggle, and he flushed like a cherry.

Sauntering over to your closet, swaying your hips in a hypnotic way Izuku couldn’t ignore, you dug around, soon finding the glittery box you were looking for and pulling it out, showing it to him with a cheeky grin.

“W-whats in that.. (L/N)..?”

“(Y/N).”

“Huh?”

“Call me (Y/N), love.”

“O-oh…” Biting his lip, he looked conflicted for a split second, clearly inwardly debating if it was okay, before stuttering out your first name, only adding to the joy you felt.

Flipping the light switch off, your red fairy lights hung around the room made it glow crimson, your favorite color, especially on him.

The red glow made the atmosphere that much more romantic and sexy, his eyes reflecting the colors. It was like you were in the red light disctric in a dirt cheap hookup hotel, about to fuck your boyfriend who insisted upon not getting caught. How utterly disgraceful, and yet the thought excited you.

Setting the box down beside him on the bed, you sat at the bottom of the mattress, in front of his sock covered feet, noting how his hips wiggled impatiently and how he looked away with his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

Still so shy despite you rubbing yourself on him earlier.

“Look at me, darling.” You purred, dragging your nails up his leg to catch his attention.

Hesitantly, he turned his head, nervous eyes meeting your own.

It was rare that he saw them so red, the signature sign of a hungry vampire. They were captivating, and he found himself diving into their depths, drowning in you without you even touching him.

Placing your hands on his knees, you spread his legs apart, eliciting a mouse-like squeak from him.

Even with his pants on, he felt so bare..

His heart jumped to his through when you gripped the hem of his pants and boxers, “Mind if I take these off?”

How polite of you..

He nodded his head, unruly green locks bouncing as he did so, squeezing his eyes shut.

“GAH” He screeched when you suddenly used your vampiric speed to pull them both down quickly and toss them so fast to the other side of the room that they slapped against the wall like a wet fish.

He was stunned, staring blankly at them, about to question it when he was cut off with a guttural groan, your lips suddenly wrapping around the tip of his weeping cock.

“H-hah-! A-ah! (L/-)- I me-an (Y/N-N)—! Wh-! MMMM!! Oh!!”

Despite your own mess covering his member, which definitely delighted you, you could still taste the salty precum dripping out as your tongue licked over his slit, his back arching from the stimulation.

He couldnt help but buck up pathetically with a mewl, only to have his hips pinned down to the mattress with one of your hands.

“Ah, ah, ah~” You whispered against his tip, piercing eyes cutting into his skin like a poisonous knife as you dared him to fight against your hold.

He gulped, accepting his fate with a shaky breath.

Content with his obedience, you licked along the underside of his cock, savoring his musky flavor.

“Hnn! Hoahh..”

He was so.. vocal.. even with the slightest touch, you’d get a reaction out of him. It was fascinating, and only made you want to see how much more you could pull from him before he lost the ability to speak a coherent sentence.

Slipping his member back into your mouth, you swirl the tip of your tongue around his bulbous, flushed head, reaching up to grab the discarded lube you had left on your bed,

“MmMm! O-oh..! My G-gosh..! Haa-!”

Squirting some of the clear jell-like liquid on your palm, you wrapped your hand around his shaft, smiling when he jumped, just to start pumping you fist up and down.

“G-GAaAh! Oh, (Y/N).!”

He himself found it hard to not thrash around from the intense pleasure he was feeling at the moment.

He couldnt help the drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as you began to bob your head up and down his member whilst simultaneously twisting your hand up and down his shaft, squeezing in places that made his mind go blank for a second.

He just felt so good!

It was so much different from pleasuring himself!

He had no control over his ecstasy, no control over how fast or how slow you went, and he loved it-!

“HyAAh!” He cried out like a girl when you suddenly deepthroated him, his tip pressing down your throat as you wet mouth squeezed and sucked on him like your favorite lollipop.

His hips fought against your hold as his head flung back, tears pricking at his eyes as you sucked him for all he was worth, his poor, over sensitive cock.

“O-OH! Oh, NnnNGH!! HaaA ! AAaaAh! (Y-Y/N)..!!!”

His handcuffs clinked together as his body began to shake, a warm feeling spreading in his lower stomach as his muscular thighs began to tense.

His orgasm hit him like a freight train, out of nowhere, intense, and electrifyingly cosmic.

His hazy green eyes rolled back, tongue flopping from his mouth as white hot and tangy cum squirted from his dick down your throat.

You greedily sucked it down around him, causing his entire body to jerk and twitch, cries and babbles fleeing past his spit-slick lips, the oversensitivity making his nerves burn in an oh-so good way.

Popping off his softening cock, you crawled back up his body, staring down at his cute, chubby, sleepy face.

You pinched his cheeks, pulling at it, successfully catching his attention and making his darkened eyes focus on you.

“O-oh-!” He stuttered, face burning impossibly hotter as he watched you seemingly savor his flavor with lidded eyes.

“We’re not done yet, Izuku.”

Your statement made him freeze like a deer in front of headlights. What else was there to do?

He already came.. oh!

Wait!

“Y-you didn’t.. c-cum..” He bashfully averted his gaze as you nodded, gears turning in his head again as he recovered from his high.

He knew exactly what you wanted.

“You know, you have such a soft and adorable face,”

“Wh-“

“Do you mind if I sit on it?”

Was this your way of asking him to eat you out?!

How bold!

How could you be so bold!

Despite being nervous, he nodded his head, smiling giddily.

He had watched plenty of videos, had taken a plethora of notes, and even, as weird as it was, practiced on multiple fruits.

He was nearly positive he could please you.

He wanted to.

He needed to, to hear your own sweet moans caused by him.

He wanted that so bad.

Without thinking, he opened his mouth, eyebrows pinching together as he stared pleadingly up at you with his tongue out and ready to please.

He was such a good boy.

Standing up on your knees, you walked forward, your dripping pussy soon hovering over the excited boys mouth.

Lowering yourself, your thighs wrapping around his head, you were immediately met with an eager tongue lapping at your dripping folds.

“Oh~! My, s-someones enthusiaststic-!”

Bracing up urself on your hands and knees. You made sure not to suffocate the poor man as he rapaciously ate you out, sucking your puffy clit into his mouth and giving it much needed attention.

“Haaaah.. Izuku..! You’re such a good boy for me, eating my mm.. pussy like its your dinner!” You gasped, fingers threading through his messy green locks, pulling at them just to feel the vibrations of his moans against your clit.

You bucked against his mouth, riding his tongue and grinding down against his teeth.

“Mm-mmh! Hnmm…” His moans were muffled, wet licks filling the room.

He could feel your juices dripping down his chin as he was willingly smothered with your womanhood, completely trapped under you and beyond happy to obey.

His tongue dragged over your pretty pink labia, prodding at and slipping into your clenching entrance, slurping up your mess.

He could eat you out all day and never get tired, he was sure of it!

And your noises of pleasure were heavenly.. music to his straining ears. And the way you combed through his hair, he somehow felt like this was just as good as cumming, making someone else feel good..

But you suddenly lifted off his face, his tongue still moving for a second before he stared up at you with childish confusion.

His face was red and covered in your liquids, a true mess.

Chucking, you leaned back, wrapping your hand around his cock that sprung to life over the course of his meal, “I want to cum on your cock, Izu.”

Your dirty words made his heart jump and his member twitch in your grasp.

“P-please..” Though he knew he was going to get just that, he couldnt help but beg, it felt like he was supposed to, or that he had to- for himself just as much as for you.

“But first..” you trailed off, finally reaching into the box and pulling out multiple things that made him involuntarily buck impatiently into thin air.

In your hands, you held egg vibrators, a black cock ring, and a red ribbed vibrating dildo.

He gulped audibly once more, and you were positive if he were a werewolf, his tail would be wagging with those hearts in his eyes.

“Do you know what these are?”

He nodded his head. Gaze trained on them as you fiddled with the devices.

“Have you any idea what I’ll be doing with them?”

He shook his head, innocently smiling at you, the cheeky shit.

“How about I show you?”

With that, you lubed up your finger, diving between his legs, pressing against his clenching hole, circling around it.

“H-haah..” His heart was pounding so hard it felt like he was at a concert as your finger slowly pushed in his tight hole.

“Nngh!” His cheek pressed against the pillow at the weird feeling of someone entering his body in such a way.

You finger thrusted in and out of him slowly, feeling around his warm, gummy walls for a certain button you knew he would enjoy having pushed.

His thighs were splayed wide for you, cock resting on his toned tummy covered by a white sheet.

You could only hope he didnt ruin his costume with how much he was leaking. He certainly had a sloppy dick.

Leaning down, you pressed kisses to his freckled inner thigh, pushing in a second finger and watching in amusement as he slowly got into it, embracing the feeling of being filled with your digits.

It wasnt long before you managed to fit in a third finger, grinning at how his ass practice swallowed them, “God, Izuku.. your ass is so greedy for my fingers, you keep sucking them back in~”

“A-aah! (Y/N)!! D-don’t say such-!! Nnghnn! Lewd th—things!”

“Hmm… I wonder… where is that pesky little spot..”

“W-what-? AH! H-AahAh! NGHH! Oh-oH! F-FaH! FuCk!”

“Bingo.”

You finally located his prostate, giving it no mercy as you aimed your fingers to press against it with each time you pushed and curled them inside him.

But from his thighs tensing beneath your lips and his cock twitching, you knew he was close again, and that was no good.

“A-AAaaAh! I’m!! I’m g-gonna! C-cu- hAh?!”

You pulled your fingers out, wiping the lube onto the sheets below you as he wiggled like a worm on the sidewalk, desperately bucking his hips and begging for you to give him more.

“Oh, I will..” Smirking over at him again, the glint in your eyes made him moan and feel like prey. You, a lioness on the prowl, and him, a mouse with nowhere to hide, completely bare for you, “But not just yet, baby. This is a punishment, after all.”

Though he was embarrassed at first with having his thighs spread so wide open, exposing every intimate part of himself to you, he didnt feel too shy anymore. You didnt judge him at all, in fact, you swallowed him whole. It was mind numbingly pleasant, and he never thought he would ever get to experience this, not even in his dreams.

For it to come true.. and to find out you were a kinky lady.. he was enthralled.

Leaning up, you captured his lips in a kiss again, giving him time to calm down as you once again molded your lips together in a lustful heat.

He learned quick, his kisses becoming lasting as he met your pace with wet smacks and tongues brushing against eachother. His own passed over your fangs, and you both shivered when a drop of blood entered your mouth.

You inhaled sharply through your nose, eyes practically glowing in the red light of the room as you tasted him. He surely had the best blood you had even tasted before, nothing at all like how ghosts usually taste! They were bland and boring, but him-! He was nectareous and saporous.

“Fuck, Izu.. you taste so.. magnificent..”

You licked his tongue again, holding onto that single drop of blood for as long as you could, his flavor making you keen with delight.

His lips parted to speak, but he was once again cut off with a lewd moan as you shoved the dildo halfway into his readily awaiting ass.

“GuaAh! W-wait!! It’s..! Too much!” He panted heavily, tears streaming down his cheeks from how good the vibrating phallic shaped object felt inside of him, almost like it was mixing his insides up like a blender.

“Mm, should I? You look like you’re enjoying this, Zuzuku.”

“Mmm..!! H-aAAaA..!”

Pushing further into him, you got the entire toy burried deep in his walls, pulling it back out, fucking him with the plastic object.

His thighs were spread so wide he feared they’re snap off at the hip as he rocked his ass on the toy, vision hazy as continue to cry out.

“HAAAAHH!! AAAH..!”

He screamed when the toy pressed against his button, pounding against it and making his legs turn to mush as he bucked so hard his heavy cock bobbed in thin air, slapping down against his stomach continuously.

Just when his eyes were rolling back again and his jaw was lax, about to cum, you pulled the toy out, “(Y/N)!!”

He sobbed in frustration, desperation building inside him to cum, even going as far as to try and drag you back with his legs.

“You cant cum yet, Izuku! We havent even used all these fun vibrators yet!” You held up the three vibrators with one hand, an all too innocent smile plastered on your face whilst he looked completely wrecked.

“M-mmh! B-but-!”

Not giving him time to talk, you grasped his leaking cock, pumping it a few times, watching as he tried to fuck into the tunnel you created.

Grabbing the black cock ring, you stretch it on his awaiting member as he whines, knowing full well he cannot cum with such a device on. It would be torturous, but he was being punished after all, even if he had aready cum and his mind was turning to goo, he still remembered that. Of course you would make it so he couldnt cum again.

Taking the vibrators, you taped them around him, one snug just under his slit, and two against his sensitive spots.

Turning them on, his back arched impossibly high off the bed with a wail, involuntarily fucking up into the air from the intense stimulation.

Content, you sat back, pushing the vibrator in again and turning it on.

You swore he was going crazy as he let out garbled moans, “G-guAAh! F-fucgh!! NAAh! Mm! Yo-ou.! Youguhhh..! MmeaaAAh!”

He was finally incoherent, steams of tears pouring from his eyes nearly consumed by his pupil, trying to fuck himself onto the vibrator and fuck into air.

He was a slobbering mess, body twitching and convulsing like a possessed child, your name spilling from his lips and muddling with other words on a praise.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Izuku… so wrecked and horny.. my little cum baby.. I bet you wanna cum, huh?”

Your hand slipped between your own thighs, slowly rubbing your clit as you got off to the gorgeous view before you.

Sweet and innocent Izuku Midoriya, the nerd of class 3A, your best friend who always helped others before himself, driven mad with pleasure, practically going insane- all by your doing.

It made you feel even more powerful than you already were.

Hearing a wet squelching, his curious gaze traveled to you, moaning heartily once he saw you fucking your pussy with your fingers, all while gazing at him with such a smolder he felt he was going to burn up. Hell, he already was burning up.

He felt hotter than the sun, and so ready to burst at the seams, but he couldnt.

“M-misstress! Pl-ehHAH.!! NHh! RidehuAh! Me..!”

What did he just say?

“Say that again, Izuku,”

“R-rAhIde-!”

“No, no, sweetheart,”

You pulled your fingers from yourself with a wet pop, pressing your hands to his sides and feeling him up under his shirt, gazing into his own once more, “before that.”

“Mmm..! Misss.. tress! H-haH.! Nnhgh..!”

Mistress. Now theres a word you never thought would fill you with joy.

Licking your lips, you decided enough was enough.

Grabbing his cock, you pull the vibrators off of him, immediately hovering yourself over him and sitting down with a hearty hum until he bottom out inside you with a cry of pleasure.

“GuAAAH!! (Y/N)!!! You’re!! So-!! NnnGh!! Mmmh! So tight-! Hahh..!” The vibrator still in his ass mixed up his insides, turning them into a liquid as you began to bounce on him like a trampoline.

He felt so good he didnt know what to do anymore, words he couldn’t comprehend bubbled past his parted lips, an onslaught of tears pouring from his ducts, pins and needles stabbing him everywhere in such a good way as he was overstimulated to the max.

Your walls hugged him like a vice, so warm and cozy, he wanted to be buried inside you all day.!

Inside you.. he was inside you!

You were fucking him so good-!

A smile made its way to his wrecked face, tongue hanging out of his mouth, sweat making his hair stick everywhere, he was connected with you…

He loved it.

And you loved him, that smile on his face warming your heart, but that familiar thirst stung the back of your throat, and your eyes were hyper focused on his neck covered in a blush and freckles.

His own cock was so big you felt like you were being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, but that wasnt enough to take your attention away.

Collapsing against his chest covered in clothing, you buried your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply as the vibrations of his ecstasy rumbled in his chest and sung in your ears.

His scent overwhelmed you, made you delirious as you couldnt help but lick at his neck, nibbling and pulling at the skin.

His head lolled to the side, “bite— h-Huah! aaAH! Nnghhh!! MmMMmmhh! Bi-aAh-te! Me!!”

Bite him..? He was? Okay with it?

Well..

If he said to…

Your fangs sunk into his skin, blood spurting into your mouth and making your hips move inhumanly fast, he was so good..! Your eyes rolled back as you greedily sucked, his moans growing chopped, stuttered and louder.

He was slowly turning translucent beneath you as your fangs sunk into him again, and again, and again, blood flowing down your mouth like a delicious waterfall, savory and sweet, honeydew pine forest.

Blood smeared his skin growing more clear with each second as he lost his grip with reality.

“NgGHH! HAAAAAH!! MISTRuhUuESS! HAA-Ah!!”

The bed began to creak beneath you, your bounces growing more and more powerful as you felt yourself grow closer to sweet release, the blood pulling you higher up the mountain of ecstasy,

Suddenly, there was a loud snap, and a copious amount of thick cum filled your pussy, stuffing you even more to the point your belly had a small bulge from his cum. The feeling made you clamp down on him and cum with your own cries of pleasure mingling with his, fire exploding behind your vision as lighting shot down your body.

The bed suddenly broke beneath your bodies, but you were both too lost in ecstasy to even care, crying out eachothers names.

You collapsed on top of him completely, and it was then you noticed you couldn't see him at all, entirely invisible.

Catching your breath, you stared on in confusion, fleeing up his body but unable to see it.

“I-Izuku??”

No answer.

Had he passed out?

“Izu-?”

You’d feel around for a heart beat if he had one, but he didnt, no undead monster did.

Taking a deep breath, cheeks flushed and skin sweaty, you sat up, Izukus now flaccid cock pulling out with a wet pop, his cum immediately flowing messily down your thighs.

He mustve had a pretty fucking intense orgasm if the damn cock ring snapped. Who’s ever heard of that happening before? Certainly not you.

Given a minute, you uncuffed his invisible wrists and pulled the vibrator from his ass, turning it off and tossing it to the sheets.

Geeze.. what a mess…

Checking the time from your alarm clock, you were now 34 minutes late for the ghoultastic party being thrown in the school.

Oh well.

If Izuku was a human, you were sure he wouldve died from the blood loss by now, but being undead certainly gave more leeway for fun activities.

Sitting back, you gathered his spare blood on your fingers sucking them into your mouth and savouring his taste. God, you could get used to something this good.

It was like his blood had nicotine in it, you were instantly hooked.

By the time Izuku woke up, he was fully wiped down, dressed, and practically ready to go.

It was clear to him you had cleaned things up, but how long had he been out for?! How embarrassing! He even lost control of his invisibility! Ugh.. you must think he’s a toddler… only kids lose control!!

“You okay?” Your honey sweet voice caught his attention, eyes snapping to the other side of the room where you emerged from the bathroom.

“O-oh! (Y-Y/N).. I.. um.. I’m okay..” He felt so awkward now.. would you pretend nothing happened? Ignore him? Tell everyone he was.. a peeping tom?

He wanted to believe you were the nicest person out there but he was so terrified of you shunning him, even after such.. licentious activities.

Besides, he wasn’t entirely sure how to act right now, after having s-sex with you. He felt clammy and nervous.

“You look pale,” you chuckled, grasping his cheeks and pulling them so he’d be distracted.

You noticed that look in his eyes, and knew it well. Self doubt. You wouldnt accept that.

“Hahah… well, I am a ghost..“

Your lips pressed against his, for the thousandth ime that night, but he didnt mind.

Sighing out his nose, he relaxed into the innocent kiss with a small smile.

You cupped his face when you pulled away, admiring him.

“Hey.. your eyes are (e/c) again!” And just like that, his face lit up, “Well, I did have a nice dinner.” Your tone was playful, yet he couldnt help but burn with a fresh blush, rubbing at his neck where no doubt a bunch of bite marks laid.

“Quite a delicious one too,”

“(Y/N)!!”

Sitting down on his thighs, you wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders, nuzzling your cheek against his, “How does your ass feel?”

“GAH!” He wrapped his arms around his head, leaning forward as practical steam came from his ears from how embarrassed he suddenly was. What a nice change of scenery.

“Hm?” He was clearly a virgin after all, you wanted to make sure he could walk.

“I-it’s… okay..”

Pecking his warm, freckled cheek, you hopped off him, diving into your closet again and pulling out a basic vampire costume, one you had purchased days before at a costume shop.

Izukus heart leaped in his chest, “You had.. the s-same idea as me?”

You nodded your head, easily slipping the attire on in front of the flushed boy, “I guess we can go as a goofy couple!”

He felt warm, so very, very warm. How you accepted him after catching his perverted act, he had no idea. All he knew was this warmth was something he wouldnt mind getting used to, monsters werent known for being warm, after all.

“Yeah.. that sounds nice.”

Here’s hoping no one spiked the punch.

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Lock and Key - Part 2

Summary: Bucky was a brat all day whilst you were at work. Now you are home and ready to give him the punishment he deserves.

Pairings: sub!Bucky x dom!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, dom!reader, sub!Bucky, use of mommy, spanking, crying, fluff

Words: 2.5k

Part 1

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Arriving home you dropped your bag by the door and stalked down the hallway. You knew where you would find Bucky and turning into your bedroom you saw you were right.

“How many times?”

Bucky’s head shot up from where he lay flat on the bed. He was still feeling the afterglow of his last orgasm and hadn’t heard you come home. He stared at you, mouth open at you stood at the end of the bed. His eyes flicked down to look at himself, his lower stomach covered in drops of cum, the dildo discarded on the bed between his spread legs and he let out a soft groan.

“Come on baby boy, I asked you a question. How many times?” You snapped your fingers to bring his attention back to you.

“S..s..Seven times” He stuttered out as you just raised your eyebrows at him. “....I’m sorry mommy, I just really really missed you” he pouted and gave you puppy dog eyes.

“You’re not sorry at all, you’ve been a little brat all day and you know it.” You started stripping off your jacket and unbuttoning your blouse. “Were you wanting mommy to come home and take care of you? Wanted me to spank that cute little ass of yours and make you cry hmm?”

Bucky let out a whimper, nodding his head. His cock twitched and started to harden. “Please mommy…”

“Look at that, my greedy baby wants more already” You sat on the end of the bed. “Get to it then” you snipped pointing at the dildo on the bed.

Bucky sat up and started reaching for you “No mommy, please, I want you”

“Aww, you’re such a dumb little baby” you teased, grabbing his chin, “you think you get a say in this? After the way you’ve acted all day?” You let go of his chin and slapped him softly. “You better do what mommy says, and fuck that little hole of yours till you come again”

He laid back down, legs bent and spread. His metal arm grabbed the dildo and he paused, glancing at you with pleading eyes. Sensing that you weren’t going to give in that easily he pushed the toy against his tight ring of muscle. A low groan rumbled in his chest as it slipped in easily and he started slowly thrusting it in and out. You watched him for a few moments before rising from the bed and turning towards the wardrobe. “Keep going baby boy, I’m just gonna grab a few things” you ordered.

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Opening the toy chest in your wardrobe you started grabbing rope and other items you wanted for Bucky’s punishment. Feeling satisfied with your selection you moved back to the bed and started laying them out. Bucky turned his head to watch as you laid out the rope, paddle, cane, buttplug, and finally a small black bag. “What’s in the bag mommy?” Bucky asked breathily. His thrusts were starting to get sloppy and he was letting out little whimpers.

“Hmmm, you’ll find out later baby. Now come on, you can do better than that, I told you to make yourself come” you picked up the cane and gave him a warning tap on his leg. “But mommy, I’m tired” he whined.

“Too bad baby, don’t start something you can’t finish”

He picked up the pace with his thrusts, his hole greedily swallowing the toy. His cock was leaking drops of precum, the head glowing a deep red. Teeth gritted, he gave a last few hard pumps and his cock started twitching out small spurts of cum. His head flopped back against the bed, chest heaving as he sucked in ragged breaths.

“Well done baby boy, looks like you're almost all spent there. Poor little cock didn’t have much left to give” you teased, swiping your fingers though the small amount of cum coating his stomach and bringing it to his lips. Bucky sucked gently on your fingers and nodded. You removed your fingers from his mouth with a gentle pop.

Moving to the bathroom you grabbed a washcloth before returning to the room and cleaning up Bucky and his quickly softening cock. He hummed gently as you cleaned all traces of cum and sweat from his body.

“Looks like you finally wore yourself out” you observed, wrapping a hand around his flaccid cock giving a few experimental strokes. Bucky whined in response “Please… I don’t think I can come again”

“Don’t worry my baby boy, you won’t be coming again for a while” you smirked.

“What?” his head shot up to look at you.

“You heard me, I think after the way you acted today you need to learn a little restraint”

You reached over the bed and grabbed the black bag you placed there earlier, Bucky's eyes following your every movement. A soft gasp escaped as his eyes widened at the sight of what you drew out.

“Do you know what this is baby boy?” you asked, holding up the item.

He could only nod in response to your question, his eyes still focused on the shiny black cock cage dangling from your fingers.

“So you know exactly what this means then. Your cock is going to be all mine. I get to decide how you can use it, when you get to feel anything around it, when, or if, you get to come…”

As you talked Bucky’s breathing sped up, his face flushing with the thought of you being in complete control of his pleasure. You had talked about the idea of this before but he had no idea you had actually purchased a cage.

“Now let’s get this on, and then we can finish up the rest of your punishment”

You reached out and wrapped a hand gently around his balls, slipping each one through the ring portion of the cage. Bucky lay still and watched you closely, chewing on his swollen bottom lip. Once you had the ring settled behind his balls you grabbed the cage and easily slipped it over his still soft cock before clicking the two sections together. “Oh! One last thing” you remembered as you pulled out a small plastic padlock from the bag. “This here is a little padlock to make sure that you don’t get any ideas while I’m out. Of course you could break it easily” You explained to Bucky, It was important that he could remove the cage if he ever really needed to. “But it has a special code on it, so you can’t just break this one to have some fun and try to trick me by just adding another.”

You stood back and admired Bucky. He looked so perfectly submissive laying exposed in front of you, his cock partially hidden away behind the black plastic. He was staring down at it, chewing his lip. He had expected a punishment for the way he behaved but didn’t think it would end up like this. He was hoping for a nice hard spanking, something that would mean he couldn’t sit comfortably for the next few days. Then being made to eat you out until you were satisfied and his face and torso were drenched. But, he hadn’t ever been this bad before and now he was facing the consequences.

“Get up and bend over the bed” you commanded. After a moment of hesitation Bucky complied. He moved gingerly, very aware of the new sensation between his legs. He bent over, laying his torso flat on the bed, ass sticking up high. “Arms behind your back” Bucky grabbed each elbow in the opposite hand. You took the length of rope and wrapped it snuggly around his arms. Walking around the bed you grabbed the buttplug.

“Do I even need to bother lubing this up?” you wondered out loud “that hole of yours looks like it is still dripping and you have warmed it up all day for me” You pressed the tip of the plug against his hole and started to push it in and out a tiny amount. Bucky groaned and pushed back a little “please mommy” he moaned out

“Please what baby? What are you wanting?” you continued to tease the plug, pulsing it slowly.

“Pl….please... I wanna be all full”

At that you applied steady pressure to the plug, watching as his hole opened to accept the invasion with ease, only stopping when the flared base sat flush between his cheeks. Bucky grunted as you pushed it in. You gave the base a few taps and trailed a finger down over his balls. Bucky then gasped before starting to let out some high pitched whimpers, wiggling his hips back and forth. Looking down you noticed the source of his discomfort. His cock was started to harden again. Or at least it was trying to, but the confines of the cage would only let him grow a little before the pressure would become uncomfortable.

“Hmmm getting hard there baby? Things are gonna get a bit more uncomfortable then I think” you observed as you picked up the paddle. “Now how many do you think are fair huh?”

“Uh..uh um...I..” Bucky stuttered, not able to answer a full sentence

“Oh my dumb little baby can’t even think right now. That’s ok, how about we just start then and we can stop when I think you have had enough?”

“Uh...no..mommy..please”

“It’s ok, I know it’s hard for your little brain right now so you can just lay ther and take what mommy gives you”

You stood back and bought the paddle down sharply against his left cheek. He let out a tiny gasp and jerked forward a little. Starting up a steady pace, you alternated strikes between left and right. You weren’t putting much force behind them yet, just warming up the skin so it glowed a light pink. Bucky knew that his punishment had barely started and his cock was already throbbing and straining against the cage. He tried to focus on his breathing, trying to will his cock to soften to get some relief but as you started putting more force into your spanks, he felt like his whole body was on fire with need. Tears started to collect in the corners of his eyes.

You paused and rubbed a hand over his skin that was now turning a brighter shade of red. “You're doing so well, taking your punishment like such a good boy” you praised.

“Thank you mommy” Bucky choked out as a couple of tears escaped. You put down the paddle and picked up the cane.

“You wanted mommy's attention didn’t you? That’s why my baby acted up today” you asked as you brought the first strike of the cane down over both cheeks. Over the already sensitive skin, it stung like crazy and Bucky let out a sob, more tears tracking down over his flushed face.

“You said you wanted me to come home and spank you and make you cry.” ‘crack’, ‘crack’, ‘crack’, three more strikes rained down in quick succession.

“Well you have all of my attention now baby. Is this what you wanted?”

“Answer. Me. Is. It.?” you punctuated each word with the cane.

Bucky turned his face to look back at you. The bed below him was soaked with tears and his lips were swollen from where he had been biting them. Raised red lines crisscrossed his ass and thighs. He looked absolutely wrecked and devastatingly gorgeous.

“Yes mommy, wanted you, come home, spank me, ‘m sorry mommy, missed you” he choked out between sobs. You reached over and wiped away the fresh tears from his cheek, softly caressing his face.

“I know baby, but you know that you can just ask mommy for what you want, you don’t need to act like a brat. Now just two more and then we can get you all cleaned up ok?”

Standing back up, you paused, watching Bucky squirm in anticipation. ‘crack’ you bought the cane down harshly and Bucky jerked forward with the force. “Last one” you warned as you repeated the action.

Dropping the cane you started rubbing gentle circles over his skin, soothing the sensitive skin now featuring two very prominent welts on top of the previous lines. “It’s all over now baby–you did so well–my good boy–taking your punishment like that–mommy loves you so much” you spoke softly as you eased the plug from his abused hole, untied him and caressed his skin. As you talked his breathing calmed and his tears dried up. You placed tiny kisses over his forehead and he smiled, leaning into your touch. “Thank you mommy” he mumbled softly.

“It’s ok baby. Now come on, let’s go get in the shower and get you nice and clean, then we can cuddle up in bed and watch a movie, how does that sound?” you helped him to stand up on slightly wobbly feet and began to lead the way into the bathroom.

“Wait! you forgot about my cage” Bucky was standing still at the end of the bed, pulling lightly on the plastic trapping his still semi-hard member, wincing slightly as it didn’t budge.

You turned and gave him a smirk “Aww my sweet boy. I didn’t forget at all. Remember what I said before? I think you need to learn a bit of restraint. How many times did you come today?”

He was silent, eyes staring at the floor as he mumbled “E-eight times mommy”

“That’s right, so I think it is only fair that you wear this for the next eight days then.”

At that his head shot up and he stared at you with wide eyes. The thought of you being in complete control of him made his heart race. He nodded his head and a small whimper escaped his lips.

“Oh you like the idea of that baby? Like the idea of mommy being in control of your cute cock?” he nodded again, cheeks flushing pink. You gestured for him to follow you to the bathroom and watched as he took a few awkward steps, clearly getting used to the new feeling of walking with the cage. You let out a small giggle “Good boy”.

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Bucky hummed contentedly as you ran your fingers through his hair. He snuggled in closer to you, enjoying the warmth of your body and the soft blankets wrapped around him.

“That’s my sweet boy. You feeling ok after today? Not too uncomfortable?”

“No ‘m feeling great. It just feels a bit different having something round my junk all the time” he admitted with a small chuckle. You giggled and turned his head towards you, kissing him deeply. He kissed back, tongue dancing from between his lips before he pulled away with a grunt.

“What’s wr–”

“Fuckin–ugh–that’s a bit more uncomfortable” he grumbled as you realized what was wrong.

“Did my baby boy get a bit excited?” you teased, pulling the blankets up to look down at his swelling cock straining against the cage.

“It’s all your fault, you kissed me!” he complained.

You raised an eyebrow at him “Uh uh baby, you know exactly what you did to end up in this situation”

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#bucky x reader #sub!bucky x dom!reader #bucky #sub!bucky #bucky barns fanfiction #dom!reader #bucky fanfic #avengers

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rightsockjin · 3 years

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PlayTime ft. curvy girls

So this took way toooooooooo long, and I would like to apologize to the ANON who sent in this request in SEPTEMBER. We just finished the semester and we are going to have way more free time so be expecting some new series, reactions, and individua fics.

also also this is just the Hyung line the Maknae line will be out soon

Warnings- sub Jin, dom reader, slight bdsm, oral (f to m), boob stuff ;) dom Yoongi, sub reader, exhibitionism, lil’ bit of biting, dom Hoseok, nipple clamps, pain kink, sir kink, Hoseok is soft, reader is a brat, soft dom Namjoon, sarcastic reader, implied oral (m to f), mention of ankle fetish, lil’ bit of foot fetish and I think thats it.

A/N: Please keep in mind that most of the readers(Y/N’s) are kind of ambiguous, so I feel like it could fit most people, but this reaction was written with curvy women in mind. Also let us not forget that all women are beautiful queens that should be treated as such. Yeah? Much love to all our readers and loyal followers. sorry for the wait, but RightSeokJin is back! Yay!

Jin

Silk rope

You sat leisurely between Jin’s milky thighs. Your fingertips slid up and down the soft skin inching closer and closer to his hardened member. Your eyes raked up his muscular figure and stopped only to land on his soft face. His face was flushed all the way to his ears, his lips were puffy and swollen, more so than usual as he had been biting down on the soft flesh to attempt to mute his moans and whimpers. He was being such a good boy for you and after about an hour or so of edging you were finally ready to let him finish. You reached up towards the restraints that held his hands above his head making sure they were still secured. He moaned as your bountiful chest hovered above him. You smiled at the small praise and made your way back down between his legs kissing a path down his muscular torso. You see and hear his breath hitch as you tease him.

“Are you ready Jinnie? Hmm, you think you deserve it?” you grab his rod and begin to stroke it causing his hips to buck up into your soft hands. His moans come out whiney and breathy and you chuckle at his desperation.

“Yes… Jagiya-Please.” He chokes out between needy moans.

You bend down slightly and place a kiss on the tip of his shaft as a reward for his answer. Your pace speeds up while your other hand reaches down further between his legs and cradles his balls softly.

“They’re so fucking full Jinnie, is this for me?” he chokes out a whimpered yes and begins to beg for his release. You give into his needy pleas and take his full length into your mouth. His hips bucked up into your face which would normally cause you to stop whatever you were doing. Though right now, right now, nothing would satisfy more than to see him finish. A variety of velvety moans and whimpers fill the room. You continued to bob up and down his thick cock which caused his lower abs to flex. You slow slightly and look straight into his darkened eyes. Letting his member slide out of your mouth, you watch flop ungracefully onto his belly. He curses out your name in frustration. Unamused, you lean down and fit him between your robust chest and wrap your hands around to keep him snug between your breasts. You bounce rhythmically but slowly to let his orgasm build dragging his pleasure much longer than he wanted.

“Jagiya… Please, I-I’m about to c-” he chokes on his last word as you stuff him deep into your throat. You look up at him when your nose nuzzles against his pelvis and your eyes catch his which are staring down at you. He let out a loud moan when his climax finally hit him, you felt him twitch in your mouth as his release hit the back of your throat. You kept the eye contact as you swallowed his cum. You made sure to get every single drop as you continued to lick and suck until you were thoroughly satiated.

You sat up and rubbed his muscular thighs again enjoying the fucked out expression on his handsome face.

“Thank you.” he whispered as you walked off the bed and into the restroom to get a small towel to clean him off.

“You’re welcome jinnie.” and then you winked.

Yoongi

Bluetooth vibrator

One of Yoongi’s favorite things in life was your eyes, he loved how soft they looked. Especially when you were on the edge of an orgasm. So, there you were soaked, dripping on his lap, hands gripping onto his strong biceps, shaking because of your impending orgasm.

“Yoongi~ pl…please, m’close.” You whined out. Your hips bucked up into the air as Yoongi set the vibrator to the highest setting. Your hands pulled at his jeans beneath you in an effort to find something to ground yourself. The pressure building up in your tummy grows rapidly. You savor the feeling of your impending orgasm moaning Yoongi’s name like a mantra. He stopped the vibrations enjoying the feeling of your quivering core pulsing on his lap. You whined at the loss of the sensation and gripped tighter onto him.

“Oh, babygirl…you need to be less obvious” he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs getting frustratingly close to your heat even though you both were sheathed in darkness being caught was still a possibility.

“You were about to cum, weren’t you?” he tutted softly next to your ear. You squirmed against his soft hands, searching for some type of friction to build you up again. He leaned back down on the couch and adjusted you so that you were sat perpendicular to him, letting your ample thighs hang off his muscular ones. He placed a soft kiss at the pulse point under your ear slowly making his way down to your collarbone. Your breath hitched as he nipped harshly at your sensitive skin. The buzz of the toy starts up again as Yoongi detached from your neck. He moved his hands to wrap around your waist, pressing his hands into your flesh to feel the vibrations caused by the toy. He had been surprised by the power of the toy, not only could he feel your core quivering on his thighs but the vibrations traversed from your heat down to his member, the stimulation causing a soft moan to slip out of your mouth and his. Shivers run up your spine, and goosebumps gradually plague your soft skin. His free hand grips onto your soft plush thigh, trying to keep you from squirming too aggressively on his lap.

Then tension in your belly swells again much quicker than before. The room feels like it fills with heat, thankfully the music from the event drowned out your moans of pleasure. You look down at Yoongi and you notice that his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. He was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Yoongi, please… please let me cum.” You stuttered out, hoping that your politeness softens his intentions and he gives in to your want. Your hand snakes down his abdomen and rests softly on the hand holding his phone. His face relaxes slightly and he opens his eyes lethargically. His gaze scans your trembling body before setting the vibrator to the highest level. The vibrations of the toy begin to overwhelm your nerves. The coil in your tummy finally unravels, plummeting you into a powerful orgasm causing your legs to shake, as your core flutters though your climax.

Yoongi shuts off the toy and chucks his phone somewhere besides the two of you. He brushes his fingers up your thigh and into your skirt. He moves your panties to the side and rubs softly at your swollen core collecting your juices. He detaches from you and pops his dirtied finger into his mouth.

“God damnit I want to fuck you so bad.” he growled into your ear.

“Take me home Yoongi,” you answered “and I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” you smiled softly at the way his eyes lit up. Thank God he had insisted that the both of you would arrive separately from the rest of the group. You hopped off of his lap and grabbed his hand and made your way out of the event hall excited to be sore for the next couple of days.

Hoseok

Nipple clamps

His hand slid down your spine, causing chills to follow his fingers. You groaned at the attention he gave but you stayed still, not wanting to upset your boyfriend. His hand stilled by the nape of your neck, softly wrapping around your sensitive skin. His knees hit the ground behind you, though his grasp around your neck persisted. You let out a shaky breath and you felt his nose press into your hair, slowly his hands slid up and over your shoulders and down to your exposed breasts. His fingers pinched your pebbled nipples, a soft moan escaping your lips. Even with the small amount of stimulation your body was on fire, the tension he was building caused desperation to run through your veins.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hands from your chest and grabbed something behind you.

“Lean back on my chest jagiya.” He demandes softly. His hands grazed your waist slowly slithering up your torso stopping once again on your sensitive chest. You watched as he latched the rose gold clips onto your nipples, whimpering at the sharp pinch they produced. He stood behind you and walked slowly only to stop in front of you.

“My yeoja chingu* is so pretty,” he pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger forcing you to look up at him. “get on the bed now.” You rise to your feet and quickly situate yourself on the bed.

You were extra conscious of the way your chest moved as you breathed, the chain connecting the clamps together tickled your skin. You feel Hoseok’s hands glide up and down your body until his finger reaches the chain, he hooked his middle finger and gave it a soft tug testing your reaction. You gasp at the small spark of pain; the small sound causes his cock to twitch in his jeans.

“This is going to be so fucking fun.” He says tugging at the clamps again but this time much harder causing you let out a loud yelp. He unbuckles his belt and tears off his pants, quickly hopping onto the bed. His slender hands snake their way under your body latching onto your juicy ass. He pulled you so your core would sit flush against his hardened member.

“Tell me Gonjunim,”** one of his hands grabs at the chain that rests gracefully on your chest while the other glides down to the warmth between your supple thighs. “Who made you this wet and needy? Hmm?” he hisses between his teeth.

“Y…You Sir-” His hands speed up as you try to speak “you…u make me this needy.” You choke out between breaths. He pulls harshly on the chain loving the way it makes up whine, his hand detaches from your sensitive core. He gives himself a few strokes before placing himself at your opening. He collects some of your juices before he begins to push into you only stopping once he’s hilt deep inside of you. He lets the tightness of your heat overwhelm his senses, slowly he thrusts in and out of your now throbbing core.

“Sir, you feel so good stretching me out.” You smiled up at your huffing boyfriend. His eyes shot up to meet yours he reached up to grab at the chained clamps and pulled hard causing your back to arch off the bed.

“I don’t remember asking you to talk.” He quipped. His eyes met yours and you smiled. He growled and your small rebellion. He hooked his thumb on the chain as he brought his hand up to wrap tightly around your neck. His pace sped up only to become sloppy minutes later.

At some point his grip around your neck loosened enough to allow you to speak.

“Mm is Sir about to come?” you sassed up at your man innocently. His eyebrows furrowed but his pace relented.

“You fuck me so good Sir, I’m going to cum s-” his grip tightens again cutting you off mid-sentence. He thrusts a few more times and finishes inside your throbbing core.

“Jagiya~ I didn’t want to finish yet.” He pouts slowly nuzzling into your neck. You giggle and wince at the weight he placed on your chest. He realizes his mistake and takes off the clamps on your nipples. You feel relieved as the pressure on your nipples disappears.

“Let me help you finish baby.” He places a passionate kiss on your lips and begins to descend down your flushed body.

* girlfriend

**Princess

Namjoon

Ben Wa Balls

“How does that feel Gonjunim?” Namjoon said as he patted your tummy softly. You mewled at the pressure the Ben Wa balls created in your core.

“Sneaky,” you smirked. You walked up to your vanity, elegantly you sat on the plush futon; the pressure in your core felt delicious. You leaned forward to look at your make up, Namjoon asked you to be his plus one for an event with the company. Even though you were excited to go you were also nervous. You weren’t in the same industry as him, so you were nervous to try and make conversation with other event goers. Namjoon’s soft warm hand softly grazed your exposed shoulder which distracted you from your clouding mind.

“You look stunning.” he whispered into your skin while he placed a soft kiss on your neck. His free hand slithered its way down to where the slit on your dress exposed your soft plush thigh. Slowly, his hand made way under the statin fabric. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his warm palm gently kneading your flesh. Heat rose to your face as you made eye contact with Namjoon in the mirror.

“Namjoon… I- don’t want to be late.” You thought back to your previous worry. You weren’t too keen on keeping his friends waiting and making a bad first impression. His fingers cupped your heat causing you to let out a needy whimper. He narrowed his eyes at your reflection and shot you a smile, his hand stilled, and he placed a few more kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Okay baby,” He grasped both of your shoulders and gave them a small squeeze, “are you almost finished getting ready?” He took a step back never losing your eye contact. You sent him a weak nod knowing that your voice was going to fail you

He takes your answer and walks out the door, grabbing your heels on his way out. You stood in front of the mirror slightly confused. You were, in fact, trying to seduce him. a quicky before events helped you calm down and get you out of your anxious mindset. He was up to something and you knew you had to find out what his scheme was.

You smiled at the vanity making sure that your hair and makeup were to your standard and made your way to the living room where Namjoon stood. He leaned on the wall by the entrance of your apartment still holding your shoes by their straps. He turned and shot you a soft closemouthed smile. ‘God’ you thought ‘he’s not even trying to hide his intentions’.

“Let me help you with your heels babygirl.” Now it was your turn to narrow your eyes at him, he only used nicknames when he was in a mood. Hesitantly, you walk towards the man and stop near him. He slowly kneeled down and wrapped his hand around your ankle, he lifted your foot softly securing it into the pump, closing the strap and slowly setting it back down. His warm hands slid up your exposed thigh, he pulled your leg forward and placed a small peck on the soft flesh. Heat filled your body as you realized what his plan for the night was. Quickly, he helped you into your other shoe then, instead of setting your foot down, he pulled it over his shoulder, the slit in the dress parting tantalizingly, and pulled your center closer to his face.

“Namjoonie, these aren’t converse, why are you getting so worked up?” you smirked down at him. He bit the inside of his cheek, “your ankle kink is showing.”

“Watch your mouth Baby girl,.” He clicked his tongue up at you. Usually this would cause him to spank you or pull your hair. Instead his hand pressed into your weeping folds. The toy inside of you magnified his gentle touch. He pulled your panties to the side and placed a kiss on your inner thigh.

“Looks like we are going to be late to dinner after all.” He said as he rubbed small, slow circles on your swollen bud.

“Now, be a good girl for me so we won’t be too late.”

“I’ll consider it.” you quipped back, a smirk on your lips. You were in for it now.

Maknae line will be out soon

-AdMin

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hongism · 4 years

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one more; h. hyunjin 18+

➻ pairing: hyunjin x reader ➻ wc: 1k ➻ genre: pwp, smut ➻ rating: 18+, M ➻ warnings: explicit smut, dom/sub themes, dom!reader, sub!hyunjin, handjobs, oral sex: m, anal fingering, sex toys, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, reader is a bit of a sadist, hyunjin is a masochist, praise, cum swallowing

“I – ah, I can’t! I can’t, Y/N! P-Please,” Hyunjin babbles, his lips moist with drool and saliva. You smile up at him and tighten your grip on his member. The white stains of cum smear over the pale expanse of his stomach, evidence of the countless amount of times he’s already cum tonight, but you aren’t done with him yet. There’s a thin line of drool dribbling down his chin as well, and the sight of it nearly makes you coo and reach up to spread the mess further over his face but you resist that urge.

“You can, baby boy. You’re doing so so well for me. You can manage one more, can’t you?” Your words and tone are both teasing on all levels. Hyunjin is far too fucked out to realize your antics, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Sweat and tears coat those same cheeks. He looks positively ruined, and you’re enjoying every single second of it. The way his thighs tremble under your touch, his cock red and weeping without cease, the way he clenches around the pulsing vibrator that’s pushed into his tight hole. The mere sight of him could make you cum, but you’re more focused on completely wrecking him than your own pleasure.

“I-I can’t,” he stammers again. You angle the vibrator a bit upwards, and the tip brushes over his prostate. He arches off the bed, a strangled sob escaping him, and you have to hold his thighs down because of how hard he’s trembling.

“You can, baby,” you say, letting your smile stretch a little wider. It’s pointless really because Hyunjin isn’t looking at you, nor could he focus on you if he tried, which is part of the beauty of this situation. He stretches a hand down to where you’re positioned in a desperate attempt to grab hold of you and pull you off. “No, no. We agreed. Tonight I’m in charge, pretty boy. Let me take care of you.”

“Pl-Please, Y/N, I c-can’t cum again. I c-can’t – I’m so, ah, I’m so sensitive.”

You drag your fingers over his member, slow and languid strokes that make Hyunjin’s hips buck up. Despite his claims to not be able to cum again, his body seems to be ready for another orgasm.

“Color, baby?” You ask, just in case he’s changed his mind about going this far.

“G-Green. Green, please, I – I need more.”

You hum in approval then push your lips over his thick cock. He twitches in your mouth, overstimulated by your touch, but you don’t let up. You trace each bulging vein along his member, licking small circles over his tip a few times before dropping all the way to his crotch. He cries out as his cock hits your throat, and you swallow around him.

“Fu-uck, fuck, Y/N, oh god–” Hyunjin clenches hard around the vibrator, and you can feel the pressure in the sudden strain on your shallow thrusts with the toy. He’s so tight that you can barely move it. You decide to grant him a bit of reprieve though, pulling the vibrator out and tossing it to the side. You plug two fingers into his ass, a much slimmer fit than the thickness of the vibrator, and Hyunjin moans at the touch.

“Are you close, pretty boy?” You ask, popping off his cock to look back at his face. He doesn’t answer right away though. He keeps his eyes squeezed shut so tight that he looks like he’s straining, muscles still shaking while you continue to thrust your fingers into him. “Baby, are you close?”

“Yes!” He gasps out and cracks an eye open to look down at you.

“Good boy. You can cum in my mouth for doing so well for me, love. Do you want that?”

“Y-Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Please.” Hyunjin nods frantically. You hum back and return to his leaking cock. You continue to hum even as you drop your mouth on him again, and he gasps at the vibrations you send through him. You pause the thrusts of your fingers to focus on sucking him off, crooking them right against his prostate. Hyunjin whines at each touch. His breaths are ragged and broken, and you can clearly see how badly he wants to be a good boy for you and cum one more time. His resolve is precious in a way.

You drop all the way to his crotch again but hesitate there this time. Your gazes meet, Hyunjin’s desperate and needy one finding your gentle one that’s filled with nothing but love. Then, you swallow around his cock one final time, and that’s enough to send him over the edge. He whines loud and long, hips jerking as hot spurts of cum spill down your throat. You take every last drop until his muscles finally stop twitching. The pop that resounds as you pull off his softening cock is nothing short of vulgar and filthy, but you can’t keep from smiling up at Hyunjin.

“You did so well for me, baby. I’m so proud.”

“Thank… thank you,” he stutters, voice so quiet that you have to lean in to catch his words.

“Are you tired now, love?” He nods a few times, eyelids fluttering in evidence of his exhaustion. “Okay, I’ll get a nice warm shower going, and we’ll get you cleaned up then cuddle. How does that sound?”

“P-Perfect, yeah.” You rub small circles against the inside of his thigh, admiring the milky skin and imagining how pretty it would be with marks all over it. That’s something you’ll have to experiment with later though because Hyunjin is far too fucked out and exhausted to handle any more stimulation. Instead, you settle for pressing a small kiss to the skin and pull back to go get the shower ready. Before you can climb off the bed, Hyunjin grabs hold of your hand.

“What is it, baby?” You ask, looking at his flushed features with gentleness in your eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too, Jinnie.”

☽ ☾

➻ requested by: anonymous ➻ prompts:

“Tonight I’m in charge, pretty boy.”

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astro-child · 7 years

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pour up (body party)

pairing: jikook, yoontaeseok, namjin

rating: nc17

genre: alpha/beta/omega (abo) au, smut, fluff

warnings: switching, self-lubrication, praise kink, humiliation kink, knotting, chokers, morning sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, biting/marking, blowjobs, top jungkook, top jimin, vibrators, thigh highs/stockings, lingerie/lace panties, barebacking, rimming, porn with plot, crossposted to ao3

a/n: aaaaand it’s up!!! sorry for the delay hehe I fell sick last night and also had to make some minor edits to the scenes ;; for @inarsics aka the sweetest person I’ve ever written a fic for ❤️ #stannar2k17!!!! this basically served as an excuse for me to write like preposterous amounts of fluff and smut (it literally starts with smut what am i doing somebody pls) oops but I loved the prompt so much I almost died squealing when I got it adkndjahdf

the prompt is tweaked a lil bit but jikook are both alphas (I lov alpha/alpha) and jimin’s basically the more laidback, subtle dom while kook is the on-the-surface alpha aka he fusses a lot over his mate and would literally do anything to protect jimin but is more of a sub in bed than chimchim!!! if you’re reading this, thank u sm & all reblogs/comments/likes are all super appreciated ♡♡♡♡♡♡

summary: “Jungkook and Jimin are spending their first Christmas together as mates. Thinking that they would have the whole day to themselves, Jungkook and Jimin are surprised when the boys drop by their apartment. Though Jimin is welcoming, Jungkook is disgruntled that he can’t spend any time alone with Jimin, and he does all he can to get some quality time with him whilst the boys are around.”

on the morning of christmas eve, jungkook wakes up in the middle of an orgasm to soft, plush lips stretched over his dick, back arching off the bed, fireworks exploding behind his eyes, moan involuntarily leaving his lips. and then he sinks down on the bed, fingers loosening the grip he has on the sheets around him, feeling boneless and like he’s missed out on the best part all at once.

jimin, on the other hand, doesn’t stop swallowing around him even as he comes, tonguing kittenlishly at jungkook’s slit, massaging his balls with those small, distractingly thick fingers of his, and the overstimulation has the younger alpha gasping, threading fingers into the his hair to tug at the strands in warning, sensation walking the fine line between pain and pleasure.

“hyung,” he croaks weakly, voice still thick with sleep, and jimin hums around him like the cocktease he is, feeling jungkook shake beneath him for a good few seconds before pulling off with an obscene pop.

dazed, jungkook lets his eyes flicker to meet jimin’s, chest rising and falling heavily. the sight seems to please jimin and the older smirks, caging the younger beneath him.

“that good?” he asks, taking care to push back the hair matted to jungkook’s forehead, accent flooding the edges of his words. his voice dips into a lower register, raspy, and jungkook nods dumbly, shivering from the mixed pheromones flooding the room, a little star-strucked, post-orgasm haze still working its way through his body. he’d always been extra sensitive in the morning, a fact jimin knows all too well. “’s too early.”

jimin smiles, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, littering soft kisses all over, paying special attention to the mate mark carved into the younger’s skin before trailing up, up, up until he presses their lips together.

jungkook grimaces at first, tasting himself on jimin’s tongue but the gentle way jimin treats him has him flushing down to his toes, feeling too much like a high school girl with a crush.

“good morning,” jimin whispers against his lips, pulling away to rest their foreheads together, grinning cheekily and jungkook grunts, turning away to hide the pink tinting his cheeks. he’s never going to admit it, but those cheesy, sweet lines in dramas had always gotten to him somehow.

jimin giggles happily, pinching his cheeks while cooing praises like so cute and my darling’s blushing, until jungkook shifts, accidentally grinding his knee into the older’s crotch and he chokes, musky arousal flooding the room.

“shit. fuck, kook, don’t do that,” jimin swears, shying away from the friction but jungkook is quick to chase, his own alpha instincts kicking in as he wraps arms around the older’s neck to lock their lips together messily, so fucking eager, fingers curling around the hairs on the base of jimin’s neck.

“how opposed are you, exactly, to riding me at eight in the morning?” he whispers into jimin’s ear later, breathless, winking suggestively when the older glances over, dominance coming into play, gripping jimin’s hipbones so tightly they both know there are going to be marks while nibbling on his earlobe and jimin whines, far too gone to argue.

needless to say, their neighbors aren’t very impressed.

jimin wakes up two hours later with a sore neck to an empty bed, the comforting mix of their two smells so dense he can taste it on his tongue, the space beside him still slightly warm and groans.

“kookie,” he calls, grunting something illegible as he gets up from the bed, stumbling carelessly towards the kitchen, rubbing his eyes tiredly. there’s a slight limp in his step, and all jimin wants to do is flop back down on the bed with a certain someone and catch a christmas movie together, cuddling.

“jungkook-ah.”

the younger alpha doesn’t even hear him, standing in front of the stove, humming along to whatever song’s playing on the radio he’s plugged into. jungkook jumps when he feels hands slip around his waist, momentarily startled, but then relaxes into the older’s hold, pulling his earpieces out.

“oh, hyung! you’re up,” he beams, bunny teeth peeking out as jimin struggles to rest his head on the younger’s shoulder. the fit is a little bit awkward, but honestly, neither of them would have it any other way. “I made breakfast! just give me like, three seconds, and I’ll bring it out.”

“instant ramen? really?” the older teases, biting back a grin.

jungkook chews on his bottom lip, defensive, frowning as he sets the two bowls onto the table. “it’s better than nothing okay! I even added eggs and cheese!”

“mhm,” jimin hums, eyes twinkling with adoration. “come here.”

he lets himself be backed into the counter before cupping the younger’s cheeks and pecking the crown of his forehead gently.

“you know that I’m just trying to tease you, right?”

jungkook rolls his eyes, grin quickly forming on his mouth, before it turns into a giggle and then a feat of laughter, throwing his head back in happiness. brat, jimin thinks fondly.

the younger even makes sure to bop the older on the nose as revenge.

later, they end up sprawled across the couch, legs tangled together, fingers intertwined like the cute gross couple they are, laptop rested between their legs, screening some romantic melodrama that jimin had somehow convinced him into watching. “don’t die!” jimin yells, sniffling already and jungkook tries to muffles a laugh.

“shut it, jeon jungkook. heartless jerk,” he mutters, wiping at his eyes and the younger noses into the back of his ear in apology.

“what if we were separated like that, huh?” jimin says, ranting on and on about how these kinds of films always have the cliche that unorthodox couples shouldn’t have a happy ending, but really, jungkook doesn’t hear anything after ‘we’ and ‘separated’. his mind reels with the thought of jimin falling in love with someone else, with an omega deserving of him, and leaving him alone to pick up the pieces, pain blooming in his chest.

“jungkook?” jimin asks slowly, sensing the uncomfortable tension in the younger’s body, pausing the movie to check on his mate. at this, jungkook snaps out of his daze, belatedly realizing that his nails have been digging into jimin’s skin painfully while in thought, quickly letting go with a gasp.

“babe…” jimin trails, voice soft, worried but apprehensive. “are you okay? is this about what I said? I swear I didn’t mean it, I was just so caught up in the movie—”

“your hand,” the younger blatantly ignores his words, rushing to blow on the swelling marks, a little panicked from having hurt the person dearest to him. jimin carefully takes his hand out from between jungkook’s palms, but the younger’s face falls anyway, looking like a kicked puppy.

“that’s not the point,” jimin says, frowning lightly, running fingers through his scalp, feeling jungkook relax beneath him, the younger sighing, closing his eyes and burying his face into the older’s neck.

“sometimes—sometimes I get nightmares about you leaving me.” he murmurs as fast as he can, but jimin hears his words well enough. “I dunno, it’s just—I don’t treat you well enough and you might find someone who you’ll fit with better than with me, love more than me—so yeah…I’m scared.”

they stay like that for a little while longer, jimin still massaging at his scalp with skilled fingers, movie entirely forgotten. and then,

“well, you should know I won’t. not for anyone in the universe, jeon jungkook.”

“hm, now that I think about it, that’s kind of why I let you claim me and bit right down on your shoulder three months ago to mark you, you know, jungkookie. have you forgotten?” the sentence kills whatever doubt he has towards jimin’s words and jungkook’s cheeks burn, the older bursting into a peal of laughter.

embarrassed, he kisses jimin on the cheek, a silent apology for having ruined their movie marathon. “you’re mine,” jimin whispers, breath ghosting over his cheek. “I never let anything of mine slip away.”

it sounds like something right out of a C-grade chick flick, or a badly screened porno, but something about the way jimin says it sets butterflies into his tummy, toes curling with happiness and god, jungkook’s fucking whipped.

they lean in with unparalleled harmony, invisible strings pulling them together and like this—

like this, jungkook thinks his mom was wrong to say that he was screwing up his alpha biology to be with jimin. his dad was wrong about jimin having motivations for courting him. his relatives were wrong when they said alphas were supposed to only mate with omegas.

they were all wrong, the entire hybrid mechanism misunderstood.

—and then the doorbell rings.

jungkook groans, annoyed, a little reluctant to pull away but it rings again and really, he has no choice but to get up from the couch to open the door. “who the fuck—”

“merry christmas eve!” taehyung yells excitedly, hoseok and yoongi standing protectively to his side, namjoon and seokjin behind them. right. the christmas party, he thinks, cursing himself for having forgotten.

“I thought we were supposed to meet at hoseok’s chalet?” jungkook asks, faking a smile, trying his very best not to show his displeasure. jimin joins him at the doorstep, significantly more happy about the drop-in than jungkook is and the younger alpha scowls. taehyung shrugs. “we figured you both would cancel on us for a good fucking session or something, so.”

jimin flushes bright pink, giggle so high-pitched it gives them both away.

“you totally were!” taehyung says, with an accusatory tone, pointing a finger at them, but a playful grin spreads across his face. yoongi waves his hand in dismissal, complaining, pushing the door open to wiggle inside the apartment, the other boys following suit.

“gotta wait until we finish, like, twelve rounds of gaming, cake-cutting and gift exchange bro,” hoseok singsongs as he walks past into the house, shooting them both suggestive winks, waggling his eyebrows. the action has jimin yelping in embarrassment and jungkook finds himself avoiding hoseok’s eyes for the next hour or so.

turns out, twelve rounds of gaming takes up two hours of their time, cake-cutting an additional hour (curse namjoon for bringing alcohol) and the gift exchange dragging on forever, with them all being tipsy.

“here you go namjoonie,” hoseok chirps, obviously drunk, but then gasps comically and with a hiccup, takes the present away to switch it for another.

“sorry, that one’s for my yoongbean.”

yoongi laughs softly to his side, gums coming into sight and jimin wonders (with quite a fair bit of disgust) how someone like him turns into such a soft person with just the smallest bit of alcohol. “where’s mine,” taehyung whines, making grabby hands and if it weren’t for jungkook distracting him, subconsciously mouthing against his piercings, jimin is convinced he would’ve choked.

then finally, after thirty long, painful minutes of hoseok slurring out their names and messing up all their presents, it’s his turn to give them out.

he casually puts the presents down in their laps, biting back a smile as the boys fumble to open the pretty wrapping, before shifting in jungkook’s lap to face him and place a small box into his hands. the younger stares back for a while, adorably confused, alcohol dulling the honey brown rims of his eyes into a pale grey, and jimin has to fight the urge to pinch his cheeks. “open it, babe,” he coaxes, gently, and watches as jungkook flips open the velvet cover, buzzing with nervousness.

jungkook seemingly goes mute at the sight, breath hitching, face unreadable and for the next few moments, jimin panics. “are these—”

he nods, searching for eye contact with the younger as he interlaces their hands and brings jungkook’s up to eye level, mumbling. “they don’t have to be, though, if you don’t want them to. they could just be promise rings, or couple ones of some sort. I just thought it would be nice to put a ring on your finger, you know? since we were mated permenantly and all—”

jungkook takes him by surprise with a kiss. bravely, with all the passion in the world, and although jimin can taste the bitter undertones of beer in his mouth, he doesn’t ever want to let go.

neither of them really register the groans and gags in the background, world surrounding them fading into a clouded mess and this is perfect.

“can’t you guys go twenty seconds without sucking face?” namjoon blanches, making disgruntled noises in the back of his throat. jimin pulls away with a glare, softening as he turns back to his very cute, very pretty boyfriend.

at his stare, jungkook snaps up, as if remembering something, before clearing his throat embarrasedly. he shifts jimin off his lap, standing up to grab six presents from the room, much to their disappointment.

“did you forget yoongi or something?” taehyung teases from where he leans on hoseok’s shoulder, eyes closed.

jungkook pointedly ignores his remark, tossing the presents out, avoiding jimin’s eyes entirely as he bypasses the older. jimin opens his mouth to make an offended whine but taehyung cuts him off with a loud scream, high-pitched and shrilly.

“oh my fucking god, jeon jungkook, you are hands-down the best friend I’ve ever had—god fucking bless you, an xbox—what the fuck,” he continues, rambling with excitement, gripping jungkook’s shirt and jumping up and down like a three-year old.

and jealousy is not good feeling, jimin thinks, his heart sinking.

just then, jungkook climbs into his lap again, this time with a more brazen grin, the promise of something, lips wet and pink, eyes sparkling cheekily, and the older’s breath hitches.

he knows this look all too well, the edges of a growl already bubbling in his throat, eyes going from a warm prussian blue to a deep steely cyan. “chase the boys out after ten minutes and come to the room,” jungkook whispers, breath tickling the shell of his ear and jimin nods, a shudder running through him.

too quickly, the warm heat of his mate vanishes, disappearing into their shared bedroom and jimin has to clench his fists to stop himself from going after the younger, self-restraint teetering on the edge.

the next ten minutes feel like hell, every second worsening the ache in his pants, strengthening the white-hot lust in the pit of his stomach, jungkook’s faint arousal seeping through the walls. really, by now, it doesn’t take a genius to put the pieces together, the boys packing up hurriedly, shoved out of the door by an amazingly sober seokjin.

the scent of fresh sandalwood clogs his senses, then diffuses, then reappears, as if taunting him, and then finally, the main door shuts.

jimin gets to their bedroom in record speed, panting more so from arousal than the physical exertion, slamming his fists onto the wooden frame to announce his arrival, mind racing with thoughts about jungkook on his knees on the bed, begging, putting away his pride to splutter filthy words just to get jimin to fuck him and—

jungkook throws open the door with flushed cheeks and for the next ten seconds, jimin swears he forgets how to breathe.

the younger has his favorite oversized white blouse on, buttoned up less than halfway, revealing more than enough of his golden, unmarked skin to get jimin growling possessively. the shirt covers just up to his mid-thighs, and when jungkook steps closer, jimin thinks he sees a hint of silk and lace underneath the fluttering fabric.

thin, black garters shroud the younger’s thick thighs beautifully, and the matching translucent thigh highs around his pretty legs worsen it all.

and then there’s the red leather choker snug around his neck, spelling out their initials.

“merry christmas,” jungkook murmurs, shuffling uneasily on both feet, shyness kicking in with jimin’s predatory gaze. “I’m your present. do you…like it?”

it’s the times like these that remind them both of how young jungkook is; how innocent.

it makes jimin want to wreck him.

“yeah. yeah, fuck. you look so—” pretty, sinful, ethereal, perfect, beautiful, fuckable. no words can describe it. jungkook pinks, chewing on his lower lip distractingly. “show me how much you like it.”

the second he breathes those words, jimin has him backed against the bedframe, knees buckling, falling onto the white sheets, blouse riding up to reveal the black silk panties he has on, with lace lining its hem and a bow at the top.

jimin grunts, pupils flashing dangerously, and jungkook shuts his eyes, heat prickling at his skin, feeling the space between his legs slick up like never before.

he hadn’t even known alphas could drip out of their ass, thought that it was only an omega thing, until—well, until he did during jimin’s rut a few years back. the fresh wave of sandalwood floods the room and jimin’s fingers wrap around his wrists, pinning them above his head, digging into the skin, the older kneeling with both knees by his sides.

“so fucking pretty,” he says, voice dipping into a lower timbre and jungkook shivers, the praise sliding down his spine like lava. “please,” he breathes, already so needy, and jimin tsks, cupping his face to bring their lips together in a searing kiss.

jungkook has to stop the embarrassing urge to whine when jimin pulls away, petulant, but then the older’s kissing down, down, down past his jaw to his collarbones, and every protest dies. jimin leaves a trail of hickeys in his wake, occasionally laving over the bruise with his tongue and pecking it lightly before moving on. jimin tugs at the hem of his blouse, pushing the fabric up and allowing it to bunch around jungkook’s armpits.

the bareness makes jungkook shy, heart fluttering, and he covers his face with both of his hands. jimin tuts, gently easing them away from his face, murmuring praises like you’re beautiful and I wanna see your pretty face babe that really aren’t far from the truth.

his cock peeks out from just above the lace waistband and pink bow, leaking precum all over his stomach and jimin snarls, so fucking tempted to just save the teasing for later and give jungkook the best fuck of his life, but jimin has restraint. at least, he tells himself he does.

for now.

jimin mouth latches onto the younger’s right nipple, relishing in the loud cry that spills from jungkook’s lips, feeling lithe fingers thread into his hair and tug. he abuses the nub thoroughly, biting and sucking on the areola, circling the sensitive skin with his tongue and blowing on it, rolling the other one between his fingers and pinching it lightly, watching jungkook shiver and shake, eyes rolled into the back of his head, back arched off the sheets, whimpering and moaning helplessly.

jungkook whines long and loud when jimin reaches to graze a hand over his dick, the much-needed friction driving him off the edge, and he comes into jimin’s hand, spilling ropes of white all over the older’s thick knuckles.

“so sensitive,” jimin groans, continuing his ministrations and the pleasure richochets throughout the younger’s entire body. his hand doesn’t still on jungkook’s dick either, thumbing at the fresh pearl of precum already beaded on the head of his cock, digging into his slit.

it wasn’t a secret that he had always been sensitive around his nipples, and jimin was possibly the best worker of Handjobs™ in history (if the fact that jungkook came into his hand in under 3 seconds doesn’t make it clear enough) but to be played with on both ends like this has jungkook sprawled out on the bed, thighs trembling, mewling softly, looking every bit as wrecked as he feels.

“jimin,” he keens, voice breaking and the older hums, giggling. “hyung, please—I wanna feel you so bad—just give me your fingers or something, fuck. please.”

“oh I will,” jimin grunts, panting, but he only switches to the other nub to repeat the same treatment, sending shocks and shocks of pleasure through the younger’s body, other hand rubbing up and down his dick, rubbing at jungkook’s balls lightly. jungkook feels horribly close to coming again and he rakes nails down jimin’s back in warning.

then, when jimin finally pulls away, jungkook goes limp in his arms, tears in the back of his eyes. “you okay babe?” the dominant alpha asks, coming up to push up the hair matted to jungkook’s forehead messily, letting the younger relax and catch his breath, pressing his lips to the younger’s forehead, eyes, cheeks and nose before letting their lips brush, ever so caring and sweet. “wanna stop?”

jungkook shakes his head like his life depends on it, fingers gripping the older’s biceps tightly. jimin laughs, nodding and then sinks down, down, down to fan kisses all over his stomach, marking him wherever and whenever. he traces the smaller mate mark just above the younger’s right hipbone, still sensitive and bites down beside it, sucking a pretty bruise into jungkook’s skin.

he moves off the bed to press jungkook’s legs apart, watching them fall open invitingly with little to no opposition, the sight setting sparks off in stomach. impatiently, he rips the thigh highs off the younger’s legs, leaving the garters on, and yeah, he knows what he’ll be thinking about on lonely nights away from jungkook.

shifting them further up on the bed, jimin litters kisses all over the skin of jungkook’s right calf, sinking his teeth into the skin at the back of his knee, marking his entire thigh up and then repeating it on the other leg, jungkook trembling in his hands, wet arousal slicking down his thighs and cock.

in his defence, he can’t really help it. to say jungkook’s thighs are pretty is a understatement. they’re not as nicely shaped as an omega’s, but they’re thick and kneadnable and literally fucking flawless, so much so that jimin would describe them to be more like a masterpiece.

“jimin—hyung,” jungkook says, desperate, hiccuped moans and whimpers escaping his lips. jimin pulls away, hushing him, before mouthing at the silk of his panties, soaking the fabric. “you look so fucking good in these,” he hums, a little disappointed that they’re going to come off soon, hooking a finger beneath the waistband to let it snap back against the skin. jungkook blushes more, if possible, and avoids his eyes. “it could work…I mean.”

“mm,” jimin says, pushing the fabric aside with two fingers, the exposure making jungkook’s stomach clench, slipping another pair of digits inside.

immediately, his fingers bump into the butt of a vibrator and jimin hisses, flipping him onto his front in a second, arousal radiating off him and clogging the entire room. “hands and knees. now.”

jungkook quickly complies, fisting the sheets as jimin pulls the thong down and lets it rest mid-thigh, whimpering embarrasedly.

“such a slut, bet you were thinking about how good my cock would feel inside of you when you fucked yourself on the vibrator, spreading you open and stretching you out—” jimin says, voice raspy, pushing two fingers in and jungkook yelps. the stretch burns so good. “bet you thought about me fucking you with these panties on too, hm, jungkookie?”

“yeah, yeah—ah, c'mon hyung, I—put it on the highest setting for you, but it wasn’t enough and I’ve been waiting for so long so just fucking fuck me already, please—” jimin growls, shutting him up with a kiss, dragging the pads of his fingers over his prostate, pressing up against the sensitive nerves hard and fast, until the younger’s thighs shake. jimin’s tongue joins in later, licking right over jungkook’s walls, lapping up the wet slick greedily, more lubricant flooding the rim each time, and jungkook thinks he screams, resisting the urge to shut his legs, sensation almost crippling, using his grip as leverage to chase for more, fucking himself back onto jimin’s face.

the younger barely notices when he slips in the third finger, so fucking close to the edge, making a mess of the bedsheets. “look at you dripping all over your pink cock, jungkookie, look how pretty you are,” jimin coos, an edge to his tone that has jungkook’s body going rigid, and just like that, he cums again, untouched, clenching around the older’s fingers, staining the panties, second mind-numbing orgasm of the night making its way through his body.

“c-can’t, jimin—now, please,” jungkook hiccups, tears running down his face, body feeling like it’s on fire from the overstimulation and jimin withdraws immediately. “what’s the safeword.”

he shakes his head frantically, reaching down to pull the vibrating plug out of his body with a mewl, switching it off and tossing it to the side. “jungkook,” jimin sighs, taking a visible amount of effort to shift away, teeth gritted, but the younger whimpers, tugging him back down to connect their lips, teeth clacking against each other, tongues messily fighting for dominance. “don’t wanna stop—wanna feel you, please, I just—fuck me, c'mon, I can take it, hyung please, come on.”

jimin grunts, eyes flashing so bright blue they’re almost silver, half-tearing the clothes off his body, hauling jungkook forward by the ankles before lining up with the younger’s entrance and pressing in. jungkook gasps, breath caught in his throat, nails digging crescents into the older’s biceps, shutting his eyes in bliss. his cock drags along the younger’s soft, wet walls as he decks out, ripping a moan from jungkook’s throat and jimin takes that as a signal to speed up, jackhammering into the younger, forcing out a cry from him.

“so. fucking. beautiful,” he grunts, words punctuated with every thrust and jungkook knows he’s blabbering at this point, repeating jimin’s name like a mantra, pleasure coiling in his stomach for the third time. when jimin slings his legs over both shoulders on the next thrust, though, jungkook keens, tears trailing either sides of his face, the older fucking right up against his prostate, dragging across the sensitive bundle just right, again and again, knot catching on his rim and it doesn’t take long for the tight coil in his stomach to unravel. “mine,” jimin growls, brandishing him, driving him over the edge, white streaks shooting all over jungkook’s chest, and they come together, jungkook cumming so hard a few drops land on his cheek, jerking and shaking as jimin rides out his high, filling him up to the brim, knot settling snug against his prostate.

the come down is significantly harder, jimin’s knot expanding to press deeper and deeper against his prostate, sending shock after shock of overstimulation racking through his body. the older carefully maneuvers them onto their side, tangling their feet together to close any gap between them, resting jungkook’s head on his chest, the both of them still flush against each other. “still with me?”

it should be gross, with how cum is smeared between their bodies, drying, but instead it feels comfortable, feels safe.

“merry christmas,” jungkook mumbles, sleep plaguing his eyelids and jimin giggles, brushing his lips over the younger’s eyes and neck.

later, jimin pulls out slowly, careful not to wake jungkook, before wetting a washcloth and wiping jungkook down, going to take a shower after.

right before he goes to sleep, he tucks them both in properly, tracing the younger’s eyelids with his fingers gently, smiling. really, the entire alpha-omega relationship system can go fuck itself, because he’s never going to give any of this up for it.

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