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heeliopheelia · 6 months

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐍𝐍

genre: smut ♥ word count: 1.3k ♥ warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, hair pulling, orgasm denial, overstimulation, eating out

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

a/n: gah dayum even jake lasted longer than me, i need a doctor... did i really outhorny probably the horniest mf on this planet

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LEE HEESEUNG lasts until... November 6th

"Baby, oh my god," Heeseung whines above you, voice higher on its pitch than usually. The overstimulation subconsciously has him pressing you even deeper into the mattress of his bed and your head spins as you look at him through blurry eyes. He's so messy, so lewd and sloppy – and all that only after not even a one week of not fucking you. "Look what you're doing to me. 'm so weak for you, baby."

He rests his head in the crook of your neck, hips working into yours with deep strokes. He's falling apart in your pussy, breathing heavily onto your skin and groping every single inch of your body. The tortuously slow pace is causing the tears to push in the back of the both of your eyes and you clench your thighs around him even tighter.

"You feel so good," you breathe out, the crispy evening air slipping through the crack of your tilted open window and making you shiver as it hits your sweaty skin.

Your arms wrapped around his neck are nearly suffocating him with their hold but he doesn't care for the lack of air, mind only wrapped around making the two of you cum.

"Never doing that again," he mumbles into your neck, hips rutting against yours chaotically. The sound of your moans blends together as you reach your climax in the same time as he spills his seeds inside of you.

His arms tremble on each side of your head, his muscles flexing as he slowly rocks forward to ride out your orgasms. After a moment, he lifts his head up and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose before nuzzling into your warm cheek.

"Never again."

PARK JAY lasts until... November 24th

He was doing so fucking well. There's only less than a week until December and he was absolutely sure he could finish the challenge.

But noooooo... Out of the blue, you've decided that today is the day you finally want to tease him, to make him lose his damn mind and finally fuck you dumb. You can feel his eyes carefully tracing your every move. You put in the effort to sway your hips a little more sensually than usual, to flip your wet hair obnoxiously and let the loose silk robe slip down your left arm, causing your skin to cover with goosebumps only a second after.

And, ah, success, you think to yourself with a small smile playing on your lips as you hear him let out an annoyed sigh, then take impatient strides towards you. You stop in your place when he clicks his tongue and you turn your face slightly to the side, sending him the most confused look you're able to muster.

"Is something the matter?" You ask lightly, facing him fully when he doesn't respond.

That's when his arm wraps itself around your waist and pulls you flush to his chest. He leans down and starts kissing and nibbling at your exposed shoulder, making you slightly arch your back in his embrace. You tilt your head to the side and let his mouth work on your skin.

"You're a bad, bad girl after all, aren't you?" He mumbles into your neck, moving away slightly to look at your face after pulling you even closer to him and grinding his hardened bulge against you.

You suck in a breath when his hand slowly trails up your spine and tangles in your hair, suddenly pulling you down until you're situated on your knees right in front of him. You don't get much to say when he unbuckles his pants and lets them drop to his ankles, his fingers caressing your cheek softly as he looks at you with a wild sparkle in his eye.

"Let's put that pretty little mouth of yours to use now, huh?" He hums, pulling your hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail with his hands. "Gonna fuck you for all the days we've lost this month."

SIM JAKE lasts until... November 2nd

As hurt as Jake's pride was when all of his friends had laughed in his face at the idea of him even participating in such event, he has to shamefully admit they were right as now it's only the second day in and he's already folding you in half like a goddamn lawn chair. It's a little pathetic maybe – probably, but he really can't find in himself a single cell to care when you're so prettily sprawled out beneath him like now. He's addicted to you and he finds no shame in admitting so.

He pistons his hips into you, thrust almost maddening as his big hands are placed on each of your lifted thighs. The sounds you let out make him only go faster and rougher, the greed for hearing even more overtaking his senses.

"Take it, baby," he gasps out. Your head lolls backwards into the pillows again and you're no longer able to hold yourself up. "Fucking take it all."

You want to beg for him to give you a break after going at it for so long, but you can't. Because you're just as down bad for him, if not even more. You're slipping away from reality and yet you keep spreading your legs for him, ignoring the burning pain in your flexed muscles.

"'m so close," you choke out, digging your fingers into his toned shoulders and finally wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer to your aching body. "Cum in me, please. Want you to fill me up."

He swears you're gonna make him lose his damn mind.

And yes, his friends were right, he is whipped for you. He is unable to go even three days without feeling you clenching on his cock. He is needy and whiny. But he's also the one who has the most beautiful girl crying out his name in the middle of the night for all the neighbours to hear – not them.

PARK SUNGHOON lasts until... November 13th

He really fucking wanted to win this stupid challenge. You're just too tempting. It's like you've been brought to this earth solely for the purpose of making him fail at this bet.

"Such a tease. Not so funny now, huh?"

He uses his strong arms to hold your thighs down and buries his face deeper in between your legs. You're shaking from the overstimulation, being edged for as long as you are, nearly screaming out as Sunghoon denies another one of your orgasms. He bites into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and swats your hand away when it tugs on his hair desperately.

"Do I really need to tie your hands down for you to finally listen to me, doll?" He sighs with faked annoyance, looking up to watch your flushed and fucked out face scrunching up in frown so prettily again. Your mouth is parted open, letting out his favorite sounds in the entire world each time he made contact with your sensitive clit.

He ducks down to graze his lips over your swollen bud and you jerk in his hold, back arching off the bed and head rolling backwards until you're facing the wooden headboard. Sunghoon pays no mind to the hard and dripping cock in his pants – his focus being on you only.

"You always taste so sweet," he speaks suddenly, making you squirm as his breath hits your wet cunt. "Such a pretty doll. Just for me and my eyes only."

And he thinks that this time he'll finally let you come. He'll have to if he doesn't want you blacking out on him from another orgasm denial. So he slips two of his thick fingers inside of you without a warning. He doesn't even need to move them once to have you coming all over his hand with a cry on your lips, toes curling into the bed sheets as your body trembles underneath his touch.

Sunghoon hasn't even noticed how close to his own release he actually was, so with a surprised yelp he feels the sudden rush of pleasure shooting down his stomach and within a blink of an eye his sweatpants are stained with cum. His eyelids flutter closed as he lets out a long and quiet groan.

"There we fucking go."

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leviismybby · 6 months

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NoRegrets!Levi fucks you because he is curious and desperate for it. It's his need as a young man to explore you, to get to know your body. He isn't that experienced but he still has you squirming beneath him when his cock is pounding you. His thrusts are sloppy and fast, his grip on your hips a little too tight but you don't mind, it feels so good, he feels so good. "Fucking....fuck.." The curses that leave his mouth are a reminder that you're making him feel like he is on cloud nine. He doesn't kiss you on the lips a lot instead he leaves marks all over your neck, it's why he loves doing you in missionary, he needs to know that you're feeling pleasure. And he will get better each time you have sex until he has learned your body fully.

Season1!Levi fucks you because he can't show his feelings for you otherwise. He is in denial, he can't love, not now when he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. Levi can't go a week without having you in his bed, he craves your body moving with his. "Good girl." He growls into your ear as he fucks you in doggy style, your legs feel like they are bout to give out, he isn't being gentle at all. You fall down onto the sheets and he slides out of you for a moment before laying on top of you, his cock penetrating you again. "Oh come on. I know my girl can take it." He bites into your shoulder as he rolls his hips against yours, loving the way you're whining for him.

Season2!Levi fucks you because he needs release. He is frustrated that he can't fight because his leg is injured, but that doesn't stop him from propping you on his office desk and sliding your panties down your legs before entering you. "Wet. I haven't even done anything, you naughty brat." He grunts his hips start moving, his cock slamming deep inside of you. "Fuck yeah. You love it when I fuck this pussy like this don't you?" Your nails dig into his shoulder when he starts to move quicker, despite his leg hurting he thrusts mercilessly into you, the desk shaking under you. He feels your pussy clamp down on him, his eyes roll back slightly before he pulls out and cums over your thighs.

Season3!Levi fucks you because he can be himself with you. Everyone is asking too much from him. He is tired of it. He kisses you on the lips, your tongue playing with his, the rough grip on your thighs makes a shiver run down your spine as he does you against the wall, your legs wrapped around him tightly. Your fingers are in his hair as you moan his name, tugging on his black hair. Pulling away from the kiss, Levi looks at your face memorizing every expression you make. His cock slodes in and out of you, the lewd noises only fire him up more. At this point he doesn't care who can hear you. In fact, it's rather indulging for him, he hasn't claimed you as his yet but you are, his and only his. "Can fuck this tight cunt all fucking day." He nibbles on your ear when you can around him but he doesn't stop. Overstimulating you until you can't talk anymore.

Season4!Levi fucks you because he wants reassurance. Your hands are pinned above your head, his fingers interlocked with yours, his warm body moving on top of you at a passionate pace. "That's it. Fuck, you feel so good." You whimper, your fingers squeezing his hand tighter, eyes rolling at the back of your head. Levi kisses your face, he is deep, and he knows that you can feel every inch of his cock. You're here, you're under him and he is so grateful for that. Releasing your hands, Levi takes a pillow and puts it under your hips to be even deeper inside of your pussy. You moan his name when he starts to slam into you so hard that the bed squeaks, your hand gripping the sheets. His hands rest on your waist, he slows down his movements to make sure that he is as deep as he can be, fucking you hard like you both need it. "Let me cum inside, baby. Shit." You nod your head and without another word, his cum fills you up to the brim.

Postwar!Levi fucks you because he can finally love you in peace. His arms are wrapped around you as you slowly move on top of him, your hips moving back and forth, pushing his cock into your depths. He isn't scared anymore to kiss you on the lips, to tell you how beautiful you look. It's done, he can finally give you all of himself and his time. "You're so fucking pretty. I don't deserve you." His hand reaches up to squeeze your breast, playing with your nipple. You lean down and kiss him, moaning against his mouth. Levi lets you do all the work and he loves it, he loves that you don't put pressure on his back. Pulling away from the kiss, your pussy clenches on his cock making him hiss. "You're gonna cum for me? Yeah?" His other hand rubs the side of your face, you squeeze his biceps and then cum on him, it doesn't take Levi long to cum after that. And you go for another round because you can and he will whisper a quiet "I love you" as you sleep next to him.

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wandasaura · 1 month

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WHAT DID I SAY

summary — the four times you fucked up and called your doms by the wrong name

warning(s) — college au, fuck-buddy relationships, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, face slapping, spitting, biting, body writing, restraints, spreader bars, mentions of branding, semi nipple torture, hickies, shotgunning, choking, butt plugs, spanking, ass biting, pussy slapping, doggy style, strap-on usage, cum-filled strap, fingering, oral, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, daddy kink, mommy kink, captain kink, sir kink, literal filth, men/minors dni

authors note — first little headcanon/oneshot for know my place! hope you enjoy my little college stoners who fuck like rabbits. can totally be read seperate from the au!

know my place

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

Maria –

The wine is warm beside Maria’s bed. The bottle of Prosecco momentarily forgotten about as a symphony engages beneath the darkness of night and blankets. It’s not often that Maria pulls the blankets overtop of herself as she works to unravel the intricate knots and coils in your belly, but she’s chosen tonight to share the beauty of your body with only herself and the silicone toy secured around her hips. Your moans are muffled by her skin, teeth embedded into her shoulder as she rocks the strap-on into you harshly, the bulbous head dancing along your cervix with every third stroke. She’s practiced in this tango, an expert in knowing your body, but the wine has impacted your reception to her actions, and as she pulls the strap out of you almost completely only to thrust back into you quick and harsh, a name leaves your lips that isn’t her own.

Maria has never been soft with you in moments of time where some part of her body is buried within yours. She’s rough, and assertive, and entirely domineering as she splits you open and gives you only as much pleasure as she’s willing. With Maria, you’re never in charge. The cards are held tightly in her ironclad grasp and you’ve learned better than to try and guess that she’s holding. The wine however, has severely impacted your judgment. You’ve engaged in this dance for months now; been left with the bruises and aches of her touch for days afterward, and yet you’re disoriented enough to cry out for Wanda as she drills your sopping cunt so perfectly.

“Mommy!” The title slips off your lips before you can search for the correct term that’s filed away in a section of your brain labeled ‘Masha’. Maria has never been Mommy, in fact, she’s always turned her nose up at the title and joked that Wanda’s entirely too harsh to be called something so maternal, and she’s less than amused when the five letter name falls onto her shoulders as she works to unravel you completely.

Her hips stutter to a stationary position, the silicone dildo fastened around her hips deep within your pleasure soaked core, but unmoving and unwilling to start again. There’s a moment of silence that passes between the both of you; Maria’s eyes are hard, slitted and dark as she stares down at you in a drunken haze, brain struggling to process what you’ve just let slip. Your eyes are wide, light and soft as you meet her stare and attempt to win her forgiveness without seeing the repercussions of your actions. You were a fool to call her Mommy, but you were an idiot to think she’d let it go so simply.

The silence that had fallen over you ended abruptly, replaced by the echoing sound of a sharp slap meeting your cheek and bouncing through the air before you’d had a chance to process the pain at all. Your head snapped to the side, your unharmed cheek pressing against her pillowcases that smell somewhat of smoke and vanilla. Your eyes pinch closed, anticipating the next hit that will land against your heated skin, but it never comes. Maria’s hand tangled into your hair instead, pulling your head back until your neck is craned and the expanse of your sensitive skin is exposed enough for her teeth and tongue to mark.

“What’s my fucking name?” Her hips snap into yours with each word that she mutters against your neck, sharp bites and sensitive stings encasing your body in a delectable buzz of pleasure and possessiveness. You’ll bear these marks for days to come, indentations of her teeth and patches of purple from her lips adorning your skin that can’t be easily hidden with makeup or your longest turtleneck. Everyone who looks at you will know that you’d found yourself beneath a warm body and had been helpless to their assault, but only you’ll know that it was Maria Hill who had been your intimate attacker. Each lovebite that she presses into your skin is a subtle claim. You’re not Wanda’s in this moment, you’re not Natasha or Carol’s either, you’re entirely Maria’s and she’s reminding you of such as her hips drive hard against your own and the silicone strap that’s coated in your arousal attempts to bruise your cervix in the most addictively painful way. Each strong thrust sends you reeling farther into bliss, but she’s waiting for an answer and you’re not getting anything more until she hears you call her the right name. In her opinion, she’s being entirely lenient with you, there are a plethora of ways she can go about reminding you who you belong to, and yet your wrists remain unbound and your breasts remain unmarked by the leather of her favorite flogger that’s just an arms distance away. “Whats my fucking name, slut? Or do I need to carve it into you? How pretty would you be with my name on your thigh; ruined for anyone else who even tries to get between these legs? My little slut forever.”

A strangled moan falls into the air as Maria sinks her teeth into the skin of your neck just beneath your ear, and your hands that have remained at your sides throughout this entire exchange shoot up to scratch at her back, blood bubbling to the surface as you spare to ounce of lightness to your touch. She’s marked you, now she’ll bear your marks for days to come. “S-Sir!”

Maria hums, satisfied with your answer, but unwilling to forgive you completely. Her hips continue to pound into you until she reaches her high, thighs quivering as she moans in pure delight until she’s too sensitive to continue on with her ministrations. The strap-on leaves your entrance quickly, your overstimulated and sensitive walls pleading for it to stay, but Maria’s done for the night, and she’s decided that you are too. She reaches for the abandoned glass of wine, taking a sip smugly as she straddles your hips, damp toy splayed across your naked belly as your chest heaves and you look up at her pleadingly.

“You’ll get to cum when I don’t have to remind you who I am.”

Natasha –

Natasha’s hips continue to rock into you even as she leans forward and captures your lips between hers. The room is filled with a thin layer of smoke, the scents of weed and sex entangling together and yet it's somehow entirely Natasha as you lay beneath her, willing to take whatever she wants to give you. Your head is fuzzy, filled with only thoughts of her and the lightness that the bud had brought over your senses. Her body is warm as her naked chest presses against yours, already marked by her passionate kisses and bites that will linger for days to come in secret. Her pupils are blown wide, a combination of her lust and the joint she’s rolled skillfully. Her fingers are educated in the art of many things, but unraveling you is one of her most prized hobbies. Her lungs are filled with smoke from the last drag she’s taken, and as the seconds linger on with her lips still pressed firmly to yours, unmoving but eager to claim you intimately, she exhales into your open mouth and forces you to take the smoke that she fills it with. It burns as you inhale, slipping down your throat smoothly and filling your own lungs, but it’s pleasant and you greedily allow her to continue until all that remains is an empty kiss that was once filled with weed. The smoke trails out in wispy strands of white and gray, and they dance between your faces until the open space claims it and the visual is gone.

When she pulls away, there’s a devilish smirk on her lips that even another drag can’t erase entirely. She raises the joint to her lips again, eyes fluttering closed as she sits back on her heels, the cum-filled strap she borrows from Carol still buried within your walls and yet agonizingly still as she lets her head fall back in contentment. The cloud of milky white smoke that settles around her is entirely erotic, almost a halo of intoxication above her head, but there’s hardly a second for you to admire how ethereal she looks in this state before she presses into you firmly and resumes her rocking. Her pace is punishing albeit shallow, the tip of the strap-on hitting your perfect spot so softly it feels like butterfly sings batting against your skin, but she’s ruthless with her speed and the quick motions of her hips are enough to have you gripping at the sheets and looping your legs around her waist to draw her in deeper.

Natasha laughs smugly at the sight of you so fried and desperate. She raises the joint to your lips with one hand, encouraging you to take a hit before her other hand wraps loosely around your neck. She doesn’t apply any pressure as you take a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as you involuntarily shiver at the taste lingering on your tongue, but the presence of her grip is enough to have your hips bucking into hers.

“F-fuck sir!” You cry out when she obliges with your silent request and begins to thrust deeper into your core, the head of the toy pounding right against your sensitive spot with practiced ease as your head falls back against the pillows and your lips release the joint. A cough falls off your lips as you moan around the smoke in your lungs, eyes becoming watery from the burning sting, but you have no time to recover from the hit before Natasha’s hand is tightening around your neck and her hips are setting into you faster and harder.

Her lips purse as she collects spit on the tip of her tongue, letting it fall against your flush cheek before she smears it down your neck, fingers that are still holding the lit join trailing across the expanse of your sensitive and worked over skin. She’s playing with fire now, quite literally, smearing her spit across your chest until she finds a home at your pebbled nipple and pinches roughly, but you have no ounce of self-preservation in your body as you watch the lit joint fall closer and closer to the marked skin of your chest as she tightened her grip on your neck and leans cynically close to your face. Her eyes are dark, clouded with lust and intoxication. Her hips have set a punishing pace and each time she drives the head of the strap into your g-spot your vision goes white with pleasure.

“That’s not my fucking name. Are you really that much of a slut that you’re thinking about Masha as I’m fucking you. We can get Masha if you’d like, I’m sure she’d love to watch as I fuck you into my mattress until the only words you know how to say are Daddy please. I’m sure she’d love to lay between these legs and watch my cum spill out of you before I push it right back in and plug you up. Fucking whore. Is Daddy fucking you too good? Is that little brain so overwhelmed with pleasure that you don’t even know who’s fucking you?” Natasha lightens her grip on your nipple, bringing the joint back up to her lips before she drops it into the ashtray on her bedside table and grips the dildo, throwing her head back as her thrusts become choppy. “I bet you’d let anyone fuck this cunt. All you want is to cum. Fuck!” She curses as she drops her body against yours, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as she squeezes the shaft tightly, cum spurting against your walls and marking them with a milky whiteness. “Cum with me. Fuck!”

With her permission, the coil in your belly finally snaps, and you arch into her touch as she rides out her own orgasm, the cum slipping down your legs and coating your inner thighs and her sheets. “Fuck Daddy!”

“Good girl. Scream my name. Let Masha hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Wanda –

When Wanda invited you over to fuck, you’d anticipated something quick. What you hadn’t expected, was for her to bind your wrists to her headboard and force your legs apart with her recently purchased spreader bar. You’d been at her mercy for hours now, writhing on the bed beneath her as she took her time working you up. First it had been her fingers that dared to ruin you, the ringed digits slipping between your folds and teasing your clit and entrance until you were dripping onto the bed sheets and pleading with her to give you something more. She’d agreed easily, not even putting up a fight to prove her dominance over you. Those skilled fingers had turned into a skilled tongue. The hot muscle pressed against your clit, lapped at your entrance and slurped up the damp arousal that glistened beneath the moonlight that bled into the room from the open window. She was relentless in her teasing, and as overstimulated as you were beneath her touch, you were equally as frustrated. She’d been at it for hours, bringing you just close enough to taste the sweet relief of your orgasm before she pulled away and began the process all over again. You’d cursed her out six times since she started, and each time she merely chuckled against your core and slapped her palm down harshly against your cunt, sure to let her fingers brush against your clit for merely a second before it was gone and her tongue soothed the ache but brought nothing more.

Your hands itched to tangle into her hair, and yet each time you reached for her you remembered how she’d so intricately bound you to the headboard with the softest rope in her collection. Your hips bucked upward as she pulled away again, your entrance clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed and protested. A broken cry fell off your lips as you shook your head frantically, needing her back on you and relieving the intense ache that she had single handedly created. Her lips and chin glistened with your arousal as she smirked down at you, the vibrating egg between her legs working her up to an orgasm you could only beg for.

A whine rippled through your chest before it tumbled into the room, the words you’d been chanting for hours mangled and wrong as they came spiraling out fast and strung together. “Captain! P-Please!” Wanda growled lowly at the slip, her eyes dark and sinister as she leaned forward to grab your jaw and force your eyes on her.

“What did you call me?” Despite how she articulated every syllable in the sentence, she wasn’t really looking for you to respond to her. In a swift motion, she’d reached across the bed to grab the panties that she’d pulled from your legs when you’d first joined her in the bedroom, and shoved them into your mouth. The balled up fabric was damp and uncomfortable as it sat on your tongue, but despite how hard you strained to force them away from your mouth, you couldn’t get them out with your arms bound and her body restricting your movements.

Your eyes tracked her movements as she fumbled around in the drawers of her bedside table, thighs straddling your waist as she leaned forward and subsequently rocked the vibrating egg farther into her tight channel. She trembled in pleasure, but everything about her was always so perfectly kept that it was hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t you. Her rustling had lasted mere seconds before a black marker that had been used weeks prior to mark up a project poster now in her grip and uncapped. You had no idea what she planned to do with it, but there wasn’t any way for you to ask if you wanted to. You were helpless to watch as she slid down your body and dragged the inky tip across the skin of your breasts before moving downward.

You gasped when the cold tip of the marker dragged across the skin right above your mound, thick black letters that you had to strain your neck to read lingering on your skin only to be gone when you washed your body of her touch later that night. ‘Mommy’s Slut’, was written just above your cunt, but Wanda wasn’t satisfied in stopping there. She dragged the felt tip across the inside of your thigh, holding your legs still as they wiggled away from the ticklish sensations she provoked. A thick arrow pointed straight at your weeping entrance, and Wanda was cruel enough to write, ‘cum slut’ at the tip of the arrow. A cry fell off your lips when she threw the marker onto the floor, and returned to her position between your legs. Her mouth was cruel as it worked you up to the edge, but unlike the times prior, she hadn’t stopped when you’d begun to wriggle around as an indication of your approaching orgasm. You fell over the cliffside in bliss, but that had only lasted long enough for your orgasm to crash over you and then she was gone, forcing you to ride it out with no further stimulation.

A harsh slap met your sensitive cunt when you finally stilled on her bed, teary eyed and desperate for something more as you stared up at her with wide pleading eyes. Wanda wasn’t willing to comply however, and instead of satisfying you fully, she trailed harsh bites up your torso and between the valley of your breasts before her lips, still glistening with your arousal, found a home against yours. The dainty pink panties with a frail little bow on the waistband still between your teeth and properly wet from your saliva, but she hadn’t trailed so close to your face to kiss you. Instead, she settled her harsh glare on you, a sinister smile curling the edges of her lips upward as she let a damp finger stroke across your cheekbones, “I guess Mommy has to remind you of who you belong to. We’ll see if you deserve to cum in a few days.”

Carol –

The buttplug is an added sensation that Carol uses to her advantage as she works to unravel you completely before you both have to leave for class. You’re not new to butt plugs, Maria’s quite the fan of them, but you’re new to them with Carol and the ways that she likes to toy with your stimulated body. You're on all fours in the center of her bed, knees sinking into the mattress as your hands grasp and twist at the comforter, absolutely desperate for relief that’s been slowly building beneath the surface. Her fingers are buried deep into your core, curling into your g-spot and massaging your velvet walls with pride. Her tongue circles the plug in your ass teasingly, and every couple of minutes when you least expect it, she presses against the base of the plug in tandem with her harsher thrusts before she scissors you open.

Carol smirks against your ass as she sinks her teeth into your left cheek, her hand slapping down on you right just as she flicks her thumb over your clit. A muffled moan falls off of your lips as you bury your face into the comforter, your hips rocking back on their own accord as you attempt to chase after her touch, a strangled cry of, “Daddy more!”, vibrating your cheek as you twist your head to rest your cheek against the comforter and stare back at her.

Carol is relatively unbothered by your slip of her title, but she doesn’t let it go entirely, not that you’re aware yet. Her fingers work into you easily, her thumb rubbing harsher, tighter circles around your clit until you're spasming on the bed. She smirks against the globe of your ass, her thumb pressing firmly against the plug with the hand that’s not buried between your thighs. “That’s not my name Princess and you know that.” Carol says smugly, grinding her hips down onto the edge of the bed as she chases her own relief, knowing there’s not enough time in the ten minutes she has left with you to reverse your position and have you go down on her.

“Captain!” You cry out sharply, reaching your hand back to grasp onto Carol’s as the coil builds in your belly almost unbearably. The engineering major merely smirks, digging her teeth into your ass a final time before she encourages you to spill around her fingers. That’s all it takes for you to cave and tremble as she continues to scissor you open and curl her fingers into your cunt, but as quickly as your orgasm comes, she’s pulling away and throwing your clothes at your head. “You’re really going to go to class like that?” You question her, laying dazing on her bed as you twist onto your back and watch her run a baby wipe between her legs before she’s wiggling into a pair of fresh panties and reaching for her pants.

“Yes, and so are you. Get up. That plug doesn’t come out until I take it out.” She says in the most unphased tone, reaching for the crewneck that’s been laying across her desk chair for days, not even bothering to reach for the bra that’s only inches away.

“W-What?” Your eyes go wide as you sit up in bed, wincing slightly at the pressure in your ass as the plug presses against the inner parts of you sweetly, ropes of pleasure shooting through your core.

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you, Princess?” Carol merely winks before she’s flying out of the room, shouting that you have three minutes to meet her in the car before she leaves without you and makes you walk to class.

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theosbaby · 3 months

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helping hand

lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

masterlist

summary; the guys find out that enzo is still a virgin and they keep bothering him about it, so he asks for your help.

warnings; friends to lovers, use of y/n (just once i think), loss of virginity, SMUT, virgin!lorenzo, sub!lorenzo, dom!reader, mutual masturbation, p in v, lots of praising, neck grabbing, hair pulling, slight orgasm denial, unprotected sex.

author's note; english isn't my first language, so you might find mistakes. yes, i have read filthy and i know lorenzo isn't innocent at all, but i wanted to portray him like that for this one, hope you like it!

lorenzo was your best friend, he had been since you both were a couple of tweens and met at the hogwarts express on your first year. you remembered that day as if it had been yesterday. he had bumped into you, which made you drop your chocolate frog to the ground, after that, he immediately apologized and bought you the whole honeydukes trolley as an apology; at that moment, you swore to yourself you would never let him go.

and seven years later, he was the most important person in your life.

as every friday night, lorenzo and you were having a sleepover in your dormroom. that night, pansy, your roommate, was out on a date with some dude and you had the room all to yourselves. you were lying in your bed, enzo next to you. a film was playing, but you were having trouble to focus on it since enzo kept moving; he looked uneasy, which was really rare to be honest, lorenzo was the calmest guy in the whole wizarding world.

you couldn't possibly imagine what was going on in that pretty head of his.

truth is, the week before, the rest of the guys had discovered that enzo was still a virgin and they had been teasing him about it nonstop since then, which had already started to seriously bother him. at first, maybe you could say it was funny, but after eight days of constant jokes, it was not funny anymore.

you sighed, finally deciding to ask him what was going through his mind.

"lorenzo," you called him, using his full name, which you rarely did, "is something wrong? you seem off today..."

enzo looked away, clearly trying to avoid your eyes, and you frowned; that was the confirmation you needed to know that something was not fine, he never averted your gaze like that.

"nothing, just... dealing with some stress." he answered, dodging the subject. when he saw your unpleased look, he added, "it's not a big deal, seriously. don't worry about it."

"cmon, enzo..." you said, reaching to cup his cheek and force him to look at you, "i know you like the palm of my hand and i know something's bothering you."

you smiled reassuringly at him, pausing the film to focus fully on the conversation, then you added, "you can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

enzo's cheeks blushed slightly, his eyes darting back and forth as he looked at you, clearly hesitating whether he should tell you or not.

"you wouldn't... you wouldn't think any less of me, would you?" he asked and you saw a hint of vulnerability in his light brown irises.

you frowned as you looked at him, caressing his cheek softly; his attitude was making you really worried.

"of course not, enzo... you're my best friend," you told him with a soft and sweet voice, trying to get him to open to you.

he nodded slowly, leaning into your touch; he found comfort in your presence, it had always been that way. taking a deep breath, enzo finally confessed.

"well... it's just that... the guys found out i'm still a virgin and they've been teasing me about it all week." as he talked, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"that's it?" you asked, chuckling as your worried expression visibly softened. "they're a bunch of idiots... just ignore them, enzo," you reassured him, your hand moving up to stroke his soft hair.

enzo managed to let out a small laugh, his expression softening at your comment too.

"yeah, i know..." he muttered, his eyes fixed in yours as he thought of his next words, "but it's hard not to let it get to me when they treat me like some sort of joke."

"don't say that, enzo..." you replicated, your brow furrowed as you heard his words. "there's nothing wrong with being a virgin."

he nodded, agreeing with you, while his eyes drifted back to the paused movie on the screen. despite your words, he still seemed a bit troubled. you were definitely going to beat the guys up the next time you saw them for making enzo feel so bad about something completely normal and natural.

"i know that... i can't help but feel self-conscious about it though," he said, then elaborated, "I mean, everyone else seems to be... well, you know."

"experienced?" you asked, finishing his sentence.

you grabbed his hand, entwining your fingers with his; you wanted to make him feel better. he looked down at your intertwined fingers and sighed softly.

"yeah... experienced." he nodded while he talked. "it's not like i haven't tried to lose my virginity or anything; it's just never been the right time or person, i guess."

you gave his hand a gentle squeeze when you heard his words, smiling at how sweet he was. enzo was simply the perfect guy, the perfect friend, and you were sure someday he'd be the perfect boyfriend.

"you'll get there eventually, trust me," you chuckled and rested your head on his shoulder. "just don't overthink it, okay?"

lorenzo smiled back, clearly more relaxed now that had confided in you. his fingers tightened slightly around yours as he rested his head on top of yours.

"i know, thanks for listening, darling."

"always, enzo." you kissed his cheek briefly. "and if they bother you again about it, just let me know, I'll gladly hit them," you added, laughing.

"you would do that for me?" he looked at you, his expressive eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room.

"i'd do anything for you," you answered honestly, smiling warmly at him.

it was the truest thing you had ever told him; there wasn't a single thing you wouldn't sacrifice for him. he was just worth it. your words seemed to awake something in him, you could almost see the gears in his head spinning as he stared at you intently.

"really? anything?" his voice deepened a bit, his eyes still locked onto yours. "can I ask you something then?"

"of course silly, anything," you replied, letting out a nervous laugh as his intense gaze made you feel butterflies in your belly.

"would you..." he swallowed nervously, taking a deep breath before continuing. "would you maybe... want to be my first?"

your breath hitched when you heard his proposal, your heart started racing in your chest. for a second, you thought that you could be dreaming, so you pinched yourself; the pain you felt confirmed that your were, in fact, not sleeping.

"enzo, are you sure about that?" you questioned, unsure if he was saying it seriously or not. "we've just talked about that, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin," you repeated.

"i know, darling." he bite his lower lip, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "but I can't stop thinking about it... and I'd really like it to be with you."

"really?" you gasped in surprise, nipping at your bottom lip to try and hide the smirk that tugged at the corners of your mouth.

you loved enzo; not the kind of love you feel for a brother, though, you were in love with him, and you had tried to convince yourself otherwise for a long time, because you thought your feelings weren't reciprocated, but now... he was in front of you, asking you to be his first, and you weren't sure if you'd be able to ignore your feelings anymore.

"you aren't just doing it out of social pressure?"

you wanted to make sure he was not feeling pressured to do it; you wanted him to do it only if he finally felt ready to take that step.

"no, i mean it," he said, blushing shyly. "i really want it to be with you, y/n. you're so beautiful, and kind, and smart. i've had a crush on you for years."

his admission made your heart skip a beat; you thought you were going to faint right there and then. your thoughts were all over the place, your mind racing as you looked at him, but there was just one thing that you knew for sure; you were dying to kiss him... so you did.

"then, i guess it can be arranged," you whispered, reaching to cup his face and pull him into a kiss, one that was very sweet at first.

enzo's eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the kiss, his hands moving to rest on your hips. he gasped softly against your lips, his heart racing wildly. you took control of the kiss as you tangled your fingers in his hair and tug at it, slipping your tongue in his mouth; the innocent kiss soon turning into a full make out session.

his hands moved slowly but surely down to the small of your back, gently pressing against your lower back and pulling you even closer to him. you slightly moaned into the kiss, unable to get enough of the taste of his soft lips.

"you taste so good, enzo," you muttered between kisses, not pulling back at any moment.

your hand moved down his neck, gripping at it, which made enzo gasp softly, his fingers digging into your waist as his tongue became bolder in your mouth. he could feel himself getting hard, the rush of blood making him dizzy.

he was practically on top of you at that point, so you pushed him gently until he was sitting on the bed, back against the headboard and you straddled his lap, leaning in to resume the kissing. quickly, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close a he possibly could. one of his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pushing it upwards slowly; the gentle caress of his fingertips on your skin gave you goosebumps.

"you want me to take this off, baby?" you asked, breaking the kiss, as you started toying with the hem of your top.

lorenzo looked at you with hooded eyes, licking his lips slightly. "yes, please… take it off."

you smirked, grabbing the hem of your top and pulling it off your body. since you were not wearing a bra, you breasts were now completely exposed under his intense gaze. his eyes darkened as he saw your boobs for the first time; they were perfect, just like the rest of you.

"have you ever touched a girl, enzo?" you questioned, a sweet tone to your voice.

he swallowed hard, his hands aching to touch you, and answered, "no, I haven't."

"don't be shy, baby," you whispered with a smile, grabbing his hands to encourage him to cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly. "like this."

enzo stared at your face closely, his eyes filled with lust as he mimicked your action, his hands squeezing both your boobs gently. his thumbs brushed against your little nipples, causing them to harden instantly.

"you're beautiful," he breathed out, completely stunned at your beauty.

you gasped slightly, your cheeks flushing as a heat wave washed over your body; your panties growing wetter by the second. the way he touched you, as if he was worshipping your body, was a huge turn on.

"thank you, baby," you muttered, squirming in his lap.

enzo moaned softly as he felt your body grinding against his hard length. he kissed along your jawline and down your neck, nipping softly as he went. you let out a cute whimper, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt his tongue lapping at one of your hard nipples and you reached up to tangle your fingers in his soft hair, caressing it tenderly; he groaned against your skin as he began to suck at the hard nub gently.

his hand moved down between your legs and he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric of your shorts and panties; you felt his digits rubbing hesitantly over your pussy, as if he didn't know what to do with them next.

"enzo," you gasped at his action, tugging at his hair tenderly. "you have never done that before, right?" you chuckled as you you caressed his face.

lorenzo blushed slightly and shook his head slowly, still teasing your sensitive skin with his fingers. his eyes locked onto yours as he whispered back, "no... i haven't."

"let me show you how to do it properly, yeah?" you said with a sweet voice, grabbing his hand to pull it out of your panties.

then, you got off his lap, sitting next to him as you pushed your shorts and underwear down your legs, finally exposing your pussy. his breath hitched in his throat as he saw you completely bare for the first time. he reached out tentatively, tracing a finger along your upper thigh.

your hand moved down to cup your pussy, your fingers gently parting your slick folds to rub your swollen clit in circles, teaching him how you liked it; you couldn't help but gasp at the touch.

"just like this, see?" you asked, looking at him with glazed eyes.

enzo's eyes darkened as he watched you touch yourself; you looked so vulnerable and exposed, yet so sexy. when you withdrew your hand, he replaced your fingers with his, mirroring your movements as he started rubbing your clit in small circles.

"fuck yeah, like that..." you muttered, your breathing coming out in sharp pants as your hips bucked forward. "doing so good for me, enzo," you praised.

he groaned at your praise as he watched you writhing at his touch. his dick was rock hard in his pants and he wished more than anything that he could slide it into your tight pussy right away.

you reached next to you to push his sweatpants down his thighs, just enough to free his erection. he arched his back slightly to help you and his hard cock sprung free, standing tall against his flat stomach. you bit your lower lip, your mouth watering when you saw his dick; he was really big.

"can i touch you, baby?" you asked, your hand absent-mindedly tracing patterns over his abs.

enzo's breath hitched at your touch. his abs flexed slightly under your fingertips as he nodded eagerly. when he gave you his permission, you grabbed his length in your hand gently, pumping it slowly at first.

he groaned at your touch, leaning back against the headboard as you began to stroke his cock, his fingers still rubbing your soaked pussy. his eyes were half-closed as he watched you move your hand up and down.

"that feels so good, darling," he muttered.

you moaned in response when his digits picked up speed, pressing down your swollen clit and making you squirm in pleasure. your chest raised and fell quickly as you gasped for air.

he smirked as he felt your body respond to his touch, leaning forward to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that you returned instantly. his tongue slipped inside your mouth as his hand slid down your slit, searching for your entrance; he pushed two fingers inside of you, feeling your wetness coat his digits as he began to thrust them in and out.

you whined, involuntarily breaking the contact between your lips, and your face scrunched in pleasure. your hand moved faster as it stroke his cock, your thumb teasing his tip, that was leaking precum.

he groaned, his mouth finding your neck. his free hand slid up to cup your breast, massaging it gently as he continued to finger fuck you. he was already close to cumming, all the new sensations overwhelming him, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible.

"enzo, fuck," you cursed, your pussy tightening around his fingers when you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. "such a good boy... making me feel so good."

you gasped, your pumps becoming sloppier as you approached your orgasm. enzo's breath hitched at your praising words, hips bucking against your hand, unable to contain himself any longer.

"please, love... let me inside you," he begged between breathy moans, his fingers thrusting in and out of you harder.

"how do you want me, baby?" you asked in a whisper, your lips brushing his as you spoke.

enzo nipped at his lower lip, he didn't even have to think his answer. "i want you to ride me," he muttered as he looked into your eyes, his own glazed with lust.

you gasped when he withdrew his fingers from your pussy, a smirk tugging at your lips as you said, "whatever you want, baby."

you released his cock from your grasp to climb onto his lap. enzo's breath caught in his throat when you straddled him, the sight of your wet pussy just inches from his cock making him shudder with anticipation; he almost came on the spot. his hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

you grabbed his cock and placed the tip against your entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto it. you couldn't help but moan as you took his big cock inside you. once he was fully seated within your pussy, you stood still for a moment to get used to the new intrusion.

"how does that feel, my pretty boy?" you asked, leaning in to nuzzle his neck affectionately.

he groaned, his hands moving to cup your ass as he began to instinctively thrust up into you. it felt so perfect, so right, like every inch of him belonged inside you.

"it feels so good," he whispered in your ear, his breathing ragged.

"yeah... it does," you agreed, starting to ride him slowly at first; his cock reached all the right spots inside you so easily. "it's like your dick was fucking made for me, enzo," you moan, your breathing growing uneven.

he shuddered as he bucked up into you, his fingers digging into your ass so hard that you were sure he would leave bruises. you were so fucking tight, and he was so hard, the friction almost too much for him to handle.

you smirked as you saw him so helpless underneath your body while you rode him. you reached to tug at his hair, tilting his head back to suck at his neck, leaving some hickeys, which made him moan.

"you like being deep inside my tight pussy, enzo?" you teased him.

your boobs bounced as you jumped on his cock; that sight only adding to his pleasure. you placed your hands on his chest to support yourself, seeing his eyes roll back in his head as he felt you tighten around him; he thrust up into you, hitting that perfect spot again and again.

"yeah... so fucking much," he answered, panting heavily.

"such a naughty boy..." you cooed, a smug grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "but i love it."

you looked closely at him; he was completely flustered, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"you look so fucking pretty underneath me, enzo," you complimented him

he groaned, sliding one hand down to rub against your clit roughly, the other one still holding onto your ass.

"don't stop, please." he breathed out, his hips lifting up to meet every downward thrust of yours.

"you close, pretty boy?" you asked him, watching his face attentively as he nodded in response. "you gonna be a good boy and hold it in for me, yeah?" you ordered with a soft voice.

he whimpered, biting his lip harshly. his cock throbbed inside you, aching for release, but his thumb did not stop rubbing circles on your clit; the sensation of his dick pounding into you together with the stimulation on your clit making you weak on the knees.

"yes... I'll be good for you."

"that's my boy," you praised him, struggling to keep up the pace while riding him since your legs had started shaking from the pleasure. "you gonna make me cum, baby." you breathed out, moaning loudly.

you hand had a conscience of its own and moved up to grasp at his neck, applying light pressure on it. enzo's eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your grip limiting his air flow very slightly, but enough to make it pleasurable.

"oh fuck! i'm cumming," he moaned, gritting his teeth.

"hold it," you commanded, your voice harder that time. "you won't cum until i do."

he moaned in frustration, shaking his head as his hips jerked up into you. "please... i can't."

"just a minute, baby, i'm almost there," you promised, whimpering while your pussy started clenching around his cock as your orgasm built up.

you kept riding him until you finally fell over the edge, letting out a long string of soft moans and whimpers while your whole body shook. you leaned into his body, your hands gripping at his skin as pleasure washed over you.

"oh gods, enzo," you moaned, "you can cum now, baby."

as soon as you gave him permission, he came with a loud whimper, almost a cry, shooting his thick cum inside you in long spurts, your pussy milking his cock as both of your rode out your highs, holding onto each other tightly.

he panted, leaning his forehead against yours, his heartbeat slowing down as he tried to catch his breath.

"that was amazing."

"pretty good for a first time, huh?" you chuckled, out of breath too, while caressing his back and shoulders; your bodies were completely pressed together.

"fuck yeah... let's do it again," he laughed, grabbing your hips to push you onto the mattress; your body bounced slightly.

"enzo!" you giggled, but your playful laugh soon turned into a moan when your best friend buried his head between your legs.

you had definitely created a monster... you weren't complaining, though.

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7brownsuga7 · 7 months

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Ghostface killer

Kinktober 👻

Jungkook x reader

Ghost face killer pt.2 here

Word count: 1k +

Genre: short drabble, smut - minors DNI

Summary: Dominant Jungkook fucks you at a Halloween party in his ghostface costume.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, praise kink, spanking, orgasm denial

Note: been a while since I wrote some smut. Literally wrote this straight after I got ghosted and then blocked & was done being a dramatic mess lmfaooo. Anyways enjoy :) and stream 3D <3

Dominant Jungkook fucking you in his ghostface outfit while you’re bent over the sink taking his cock like the good girl you are.

You’re a stuttering mess, not just because you can feel him hitting your stomach with each hard stroke, but because you can see both of your reflections in the mirror, and how wicked is the sight, given that it is Halloween night, you both fit right up to the part, especially Jungkook who has a firm hold on your neck, his ghostface mask discarded, sitting on top of his head so you can see his lips between his teeth, loud grunts escaping them with each thrust.

“Baby baby please oh my god”. The grip you have on the sink makes no difference in supporting you when your legs become a quivering, weak mess. Jungkook uses his free arm to keep you up as your pussy clenches around his cock.

His hand leaves your neck, moving down to your pussy to rub you through your mini orgasm. He watches you with low eyes as you moan his name. He loves watching you from his position, how you’re always ready to take him and how submissive you are. The way his name rolls off your tongue is enough to send him straight to his orgasm, but he doesn’t want this to end so quickly.

You’re not surprised Jungkook has managed to make you cum so quickly, and you’re definitely not surprised when he shows you no mercy.

“Nuh uh I ain’t even done yet”. You watch him through the mirror. His eyes dark as they trail down your bare spine to your ass.

His pace slowens a bit before he harshly thrusts into you, knocking any air out of your lungs. He holds his position while his cock is balls deep inside of you. Your breath is caught in your throat as you adjust to this new pressure.

His hand moves to your neck again softly caressing it as his deep voice coos in your ear,“Breathe y/n”

You finally release a breath and shudder at the same time, you’re sure you can already feel another orgasm coming.

“Well done baby, you’re doing such a good job taking me” his thumb enters your plump lips and you immediately suck on it as you moan. “Good girl”.

He watches you in the mirror, your eyebrows furrowed as you adjust to his full length, bottom lip puckered as you softly suck on his thumb, a truly great sight for him.

With no warning he begins again at a slow pace which shorty quickens enough for you to be stumbling on your feet over the sink again. He grabs you by your face pulling you up so that your back is up against his torso. He harshly kisses you while mumbles, “fuck baby, you’re so good for me”

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are watery from the unbearable pleasure you’re feeling and the slight pressure that was on your neck. Your makeup is smudged from the sweat and the way Jungkook held your face with his hand. Your breasts are spilling out of your bra and your stockings already have your juices running down onto them. Your whole costume may as well be discarded.

The background consists of loud music and murmured voices from the party. But the people are the least of your worries, you’re worrying about how you’re going to survive the night with Jungkook, or in this case ghostface because you’re sure he is trying to kill you when he lifts your leg up so he can get better access to your entrance.

You’re not sure what’s taken over Jungkook tonight, whether it’s the ghost face costume or the slight tension that’s been lingering between you two for the past week, but the way he’s ramming into you with your leg resting on the counter, pussy open for him, has you loving this.

Your juices coat his cock and his and your skin connect with each stroke. He feels your pussy clenching around him after each movement, both hands around your neck as he roughly enters you with a grunt.

“J-Jungkook p-please” you choke out a whimper, feeling him stretch out your walls. The sound of your wetness mixed with his pelvis connect with your ass is enough to send you over the edge.

“Hmm yeah. Take this dick baby” he grabs your face and turns it again so he can kiss you. “Jungkook I can’t I’m gonna cum” your words are muffled by his sloppy kiss.

“Nah I’m not done with you” he chuckles almost devilishly.

“P-please Jungkook I- I I’m gonna” you can’t even finish your sentence you’re so fucked out.

You hear him chuckle behind you at your state.“You ain’t coming till I say so princess”

You moan both in pleasure and annoyance. You’re growing tired and your pussy is definitely going to be sore in the morning. You take your leg from off of the counter.

“Just hold on baby. Can you do that for me yeah?”

You don’t answer him which earns a smack to your ass. You yelp looking back at him in surprise.

“I asked you a question” his eyebrow is raised. You can barely form a sentence let alone answer his questions.

“Yes yes just please” you moan out for him as both of his hands grab your waist, guiding you to his desired pace. Your ass continues to hit his pelvis, causing there to be a slight ricochet that makes him bite his lip at the sight.

“Fuck baby, just like that” he grunts when you circle your hips on his length.

“Baby please I’m gonna cum” your legs are closed as much as you can close them, you’re trying your hardest to prolongue your orgasm but the way his strokes are so intense really makes it hard for you.

He lets his tip rest just in the entrance of your pussy before slamming into you.

“Shh, I’m almost there princess. Just hold on a bit more” his hand caresses your cheek.

You cry out in pleasure, it becoming to unbearable for you to handle. You clench your pussy to try and stop your orgasm from coming but that only makes you grip on his dick which earns another slap to your ass.

“Fuck, this pussy’s so wet just for me” he admires how your juices cover his cock.

When he doesn’t hear anything from you other than your moans and heavy breathing, he gives you another slap to your ass. “Tell me”.

“Ugh this pussy’s just for you Jungkook, fuck”

“Hmm that’s right, say my name again” he can feel his orgasm approaching and the sound of your needy voice is enough to quicken the process.

“Please Jungkook”. You whimper to his desire.

“Hmmmm” he grunts and that’s enough to send you over the edge. You tried your best.

“Oh my god. Fuck Kook please” your eyes are tightly shut and your legs are a quivering mess as you cum undone all over his length. Your wetness trickles down your legs, your body slumping over the sink as you go weak, limp.

A few more thrusts and Jungkook is shortly following you. “Fuuuuuck”. His body hunches over yours as he gently hugs you from behind, his nut filling you up. You feel the warmth inside of you which makes you hum in content.

He rests inside you for a moment as you both catch your breaths, both exhausted and a mess. He sends small kisses on the back of your neck, whispering, “Happy Halloween baby”.

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mommypieck · 6 months

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𑄽୧ toys with yuuta 𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 21: dick isn't enough!!!

✿ yuuta okkotsu x reader

✿ warnings: sex toy usage, orgasm denial

"Hi, honey. Are you home?" the front door of your apartment opens, revealing your boyfriend Yuuta. He's wearing a shining smile as always. Yuuta is like a little puppy, always wagging his imaginary tail when he sees you.

"I'm right here," you yell from your work office. You're currently on a hunt for something that's going to spice up your sex life. It's not that he's not good in bed… well, maybe it's because it is.

You met Yuuta when he was a virgin. Your first time together was fine, and the fact that he didn't make you cum is understandable. The worst thing is that it never happened the other times. No matter how many times you tell him how you like it, he's just clueless.

"Why are you looking at sex toys?" Yuuta exclaims beside you, wrapping his arms around your neck. You wish he could do that while you fuck. You explain that you're trying to find some toys because your friends told you about them. He isn't too convinced but lets you order it anyway. He can't resist the look you give him when asking for his credit card.

The day everything arrives is anxious for both of you. And when you finally cut through the cardboard box to take out the things, you don't waste any time dragging him upstairs.

"What should I do with it?" he asks you, looking confused at the toy. You're already naked on the bed while Yuuta decides to keep his clothes on.

"Press it against my clit." you groan in frustration. You want to feel something, but instead, Yuuta is scared as always. The toy finally touches your clit, making you jump. The pleasure is good but not enough for you.

"Turn it to another volume." he looks skeptical at your request but does so. These vibrations are better as they shoot all around your pussy evenly. You let yourself be pleasured by the toy, relaxing on the bed.

Yuuta is not having any of this. The fact that you bought toys to replace him hurts. He knows he's not the best in bed, but the way your face scrunches makes him feel jealous deep inside his stomach.

He glares at the dildo beside him, and he almost feels jealous of it. He grabs it, the thought of how you might look once he fucks you with it is more appealing than feeling jealous.

He brushes it through your folds, collecting your wetness on the plastic. You're already soaked from the other toy, and he needs to see you even more fucked out.

The tip of the toy finally enters you, it's a bit smaller than Yuuta, but the stretch is pleasurable. He moves it a little, trying to find your sweet spot. You whine, why can't he be rougher?

"Fuck me with it," you yell in frustration as you try to fuck yourself on the dildo. Yuuta honestly thinks you are possessed, there's no other explanation for this situation. You were always the innocent vanilla girl, and suddenly you're a cock longing slut.

The toy suddenly plunges inside of you, making you scream. He fucks you with it with all he has, his arm already cramping. If you want to be fucked with it roughly, he's going to give you everything. He grabs the wand again, placing it on your clit while he drills the dildo inside of you. You're sure this is what heaven feels like.

You're so close already, just begging for him to let you cum. He's not that easy to convince. You like this toy more than you like his cock, and you're gonna face consequences.

"No cumming." he says as he turns the wand even higher in vibrations. He wants to see you struggle, he wants to see you cry. Your body shakes on the bed, and he has to hold you still. You are so close, you might even get on your knees to beg him to let you cum.

"Let me cum, I've been a good girl." you moan, giving him the best puppy eyes. His gaze softens, and his demeanor changes. He can't believe he would want someone so cute like you to cry. It's true, you're a good girl, and you deserve to cum.

"Come on, pretty. cum on the toy." you cum right away after the last word, creaming on the toy. He fucks you with it through your orgasm, giving you even more pleasure.

"Are you okay?" yuuta questions when you cum from your high. You just smile at him, you're okay and more than satisfied.

You both realized a few things with this. For Yuuta, he might want to work a bit on his stroke game. And for you? That you have him wrapped around your finger, and he will give you everything if you look at him cutely enough.

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suguruplsr · 7 months

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P Power !

✰ ✰ ✰ you couldn’t help but be nice, letting them share you since they’re so desperate for pussy !

,, satoru & suguru x reader , threesome , they’re mean , unprotected , manhandling , degradation , lil praising , oral (m & f) , throat fucking , orgasm denial , dacryphilia , recording & picture taking (dub-con) , the recording is implied to be shared (dub-con) , dumbification , fingering & jerking off , slapping , dirty talk , creampie , a lot of pet names and names used in the form of degrading , idk I’m tired

“man, how come we didn’t find you sooner?” satoru whistles to himself shamelessly, cerulean eyes inspecting your body closely from behind. running his hands down your curves. you roll your eyes, avoiding the dark pair of eyes below you that belonged to suguru, who sat on the bed, you standing between his legs.

“because i’m not some object you look for. be glad i’m even letting you two do this.” you hiss, hiding the gasp that nearly escaped your lips when satoru cups your breasts that nearly spilled out your loose dress. “but, you’re letting us fuck you like one..?” suguru’s smart ass comment would have your heel deep in his crotch if it wasn’t for the way he held up one of your plump thighs, hands ghosting up your dress as he gives satoru a look.

“he ain’t lying. you even look like a slut. letting two big strong men handle you like this.” satoru chuckles, holding your hips up to let suguru take both your thighs in his arms. “i just felt bad for you— fucking beggars. a-always lookin’ up my skirts..” your voice comes out as a whine at the feeling of satoru kissing below your ear, rolling your unzipped dress down to fully cup your tits while suguru kissed your inner thighs, both of them moving you dress towards your mid-section to adore your ‘assets’ while holding you up. the way they just casually handled you had your mind already in a haze.

“but you want this more than us. oh— satoruu, she’s real fuckin’ wet. can’t wait to eat this pussy” suguru snickers at the immediate sight of your pussy, no panties, and absolutely soaked. a whine escapes satoru lips at suguru’s words, ignoring your gasp when he pinches one of your nipples particularly hard. “don’t hog her man! gotta see how dirty she is. and to think she was bein’ such a brat. fuckin’ hypocrite.”

satoru grumbles into your neck, grinding his hard on into your ass, and eliciting cute whines from you, playing with your nipples. “okay, okay. damn. get on the bed.” suguru huffs, slapping your thigh and letting you down. as you circle around the bed, peeling off your clothing, satoru whispers something in suguru ears, his eyes locked onto you with a playful grin. it must’ve been good considering the sick smirk that formed on suguru’s face.

well, that wasn’t even half of it.

“aht, keep suckin’ him off or i’ll stop.” suguru sneers as you take satoru’s dick back into your mouth, the aching of your jaw coming back to you and making you clench the sheets. “it hurts? oh don’t cry sweets. gonna cum down that throat n’ a bit and it’ll all be over.” satoru caresses your cheek as your thighs shake from suguru going down on you again, your legs spread and knees deep in the sheets, sucking off his cock like a dog while suguru had your cheeks spread, nose deep from behind and gliding his tongue over your clit.

you hum around satoru’s cock as you try to bob your head along his girth, unable to touch him due to suguru’s perverse reasons. “look so cute down there. don’t cum yet baby. gotta spill all down that throat first.” satoru’s chuckle has tears prickling in your eyes, jolting when suguru flexes his tongue into your cunt, drinking in your juices. “then you better hurry toru. she’s so messy~” suguru’s voice slurs , his eyes mimicking yours and rolling back. your pussy was practically a holy grail to him, and he definitely didn’t mind how you coated his chin, thighs threatening to clamp around face. it only made the bulge in his jeans peak more.

“eh? really? a whore true to her name..” satoru sighs, running his hand up to your head and pulling it back, sucking in a breath at how cute you look when his cock slides out your mouth. doe eyes looking up so innocently. “i’ll let you properly do it, next time.” he ‘apologizes’ with a playful edge to his ‘sad’ tone. his words make suguru pull away with a sigh, licking up your juices around his mouth and pulling away. you whine against satoru’s cock, only for suguru to silence your sound of disappointment with a slap on your ass and beginning to undress himself as satoru realigns his cock with your open mouth.

satoru’s cock rubs around your mouth slickly from the globs of spit around your lips, but before you could move, he holds your head still as his cock slips back into your mouth, “yeaaaa, just like that.” your pussy aches from the words, his cock kept bruising deep in your throat, gagging you and making you salivate around him. and you look so pretty, mascara running down your face and teary eyes struggling to stay open with every thrust into your willing mouth. “if y’r mouth s’like then that i-i bet your pussy’s fuckin’ tight” satoru grunts, feeling his cock ach in your throat before he pushed all the way in, spilling his cum down your throat and making you swallow it without a choice.

suguru eyes the dripping of your pussy from his spot on the bed, slowly palming himself to the sight, “open that mouth for him pretty.” he groans, him and satoru grinning from how you obediently show off your clean tongue. “how fuckin dirty..” satoru mumbles, taking a quick picture of you before pushing you on your back on the bed. “you can have her first. because i’m so generous~” satoru flashes a smirk over at suguru who only smiles with a look, “i already planned on doing that.”

“stop talking like im not—“ “you talk a lot when your mouth isn’t shut.” suguru’s quick remark has you frowning, your pussy throbbing around nothing before he slowly goes down on you. “got nothin’ to say? that’s what i thought.” he chuckles at your obedience, looking over at satoru, “wanna record it? gotta give ‘em a preview y’know?” “oohhh you’re right…” you scoff at their words hitting suguru’s chest, who was above you. “what are you two even talking about? why can’t this just stay between us..”

suguru sighs, kissing you and making you falter, “s’just a lil video for some friends, heard you had a great experience with one of them before. don’t worry too much.” satoru casually responds, not minding how your words were completely muffled by suguru’s lips. satoru sets up his phone in front of the bed, his cock immediately getting hard the sight of suguru playing with your wet pussy when he zoomed in. suguru had your thighs splayed out, two fingers deep in your tight hole and his thumb playing with your clit. it makes satoru eagerly sit down beside the bed, taking off his pants and palming his cock.

“yeah. jus’ let me take care of this little cunny of yours.” chuckling, suguru raises your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs and dragging your wet pussy along his cock before prodding it in against your hole. “o-oh fuck.. suguru.” your little whimpers fill the room, tears building in your eyes from him working his cock into you. it wasn’t like this was your first time, but god, how and why the hell did this man have so much girth? the feeling of him bottoming out has you breathless, “s’okay.. y-you can do it. gonna cry f’me?” suguru laughs, yet almost choking from how your pussy sucked him in, as if trying to get him deeper even though it was filled completely.

“mhm! just too fucking..” you couldn’t even think, words being cut off by the slight roll of his cock in you. it was so cute to them, you’re already dumb on cock when he’s barely even moved. satoru’s hand tightens around his dick as suguru begins to rock his cock into you, your pussy juices making loud noises each time your pelvis’s meet. “shiiit, pussy’s a fuckin’ vice..” suguru gasps, sliding out slowly and watching how his cock dragged out your pussy. “c’mon suguru.. d-didn’t come here to get inspected. i wanna get fucked.” you pant out, your stomach twisting from the look that appears in his eyes.

“what a greedy ass bitch. he’s already got his cock in you and you're begging for more?” satoru’s condescending hum only edges suguru more. and if satoru wasn’t stroking his cock, then even he’d admit the change in suguru’s demeanor was pretty hot. “i know right? tsk. you remember the safe word?” suguru smirks when you nod, “don’t start cryin’ when it’s too much, kay?” suguru’s cocky grin has your pussy fluttering around him as he sinks back in, gripping the plush of your thighs tightly before rutting into you. “suguru! uh- oh!, yeaa just like that~” your moans were loud, like an angelic blessing to suguru as you squeeze your eyes tight.

“nahh, keep those pretty eyes open. you want suguru to see how good you’re taking him right? how much you like it. right?” satoru chuckles at the frown that tinges on your face, unconsciously spreading his legs wider with a deep breath, and rubbing the pre cum that dribbled down his length. you couldn’t help but dumbly clench around suguru’s cock at satoru’s words. only for you to choke when suguru buries straight into your sweet spot. “he’s right. c’mon, lemme see your pretty face, or you ain’t cummin.” the way you immediately obey has sick grins forming on their faces, you whining and stuttering when suguru continues to pump his cock into you.

“m’sorry. gonna keep ‘em open— fuck.” eyes rolling back, you move your hands to the sheet and grip them. suguru had leaned down pushing your thighs down and folding you as his thrusts hit you deliriously. “good girl. g-good fuckin’ girl..” suguru mutters out, his hip stuttering with each pound of his cock into you, and he couldn’t help it. your pussy was gripping him way better than any flesh light ever could. “suguruuu~ can i cum? please?” fuck, you felt so ashamed to even be asking for that, but he was hitting you in all the right places, hips snapping and filling you to the hilt, every single time.

“dunno. g-gotta ask toru for that one” suguru breathlessly chuckles at how your teary face turns to satoru who watched expectantly, the jerking of his hand was faster, matching suguru’s thrusts, “p-please satoru? need to cum!” if your thighs, which were probably numb, could shake in this position then you’re sure they would’ve, especially from satoru’s drawn out sigh, his bright eyes glowering down at you. “uhhhh, do you really? i’m sure you can last longer, heh” you sob at his teasing, gasping out when the head of suguru’s cock massages your walls, rolling to hit your g-spot.

“pretty p-please? i need to cum satoruuu, wanna wet sugus cock! n’ you wanna see that right? see my pussy cum all over~” crying, you throw all your respect out the window, hiccuping when suguru suddenly drives into you, “ah man. c’mon toru, that was a sweet proposal..” suguru huffs, shifting and sitting up completely over you, pinning his hands beside your head as your legs splay out around his waist. “fuck it. sure, go ahead.” satoru acts nonchalant, but you can see through your blurry vision how he clenched his teeth, his cock twitching as he watches suguru swiftly stuff his dick into you. setting a brutal pace that had you thinking of nothing, pussy tight around his cock and your tongue lolled out like a slut.

“suguuuu, g-gonna cum! oh fuck, so good!” suguru grunts as your blabbering reaches his ears, his relentless pounding starting to falter when his cock jolts at the feeling of your pussy spasming around him. “oh— fuck. w-want me to pull out?” suguru stutters out, yet you only lock your legs, still high from your orgasm, wanting to feel his warm cum deep inside you. “no! fill me up sugu!” suguru’s hips snapped with precision, his worries already gone from your sultry tone as he spurts into your cunt. and it feels everlasting, warm and hot, leaving your mind fuzzy. your eyes glance over to satoru’s form, who bucked into his hand frantically, ropes of cum shooting and spurring onto his chest as he cums.

“i hope there’s room for more. gotta give ‘em an encore right?” satoru’s breath shakes as he moves onto the bed, his messy hand sticking out towards your mouth and smiling at how you greedily lick the cum all over them, “you’re right. we should. plus she’s not out yet.” suguru chuckles, pulling out and giving your ass a firm slap, you whining in return as you sit up to look at the phone that was still recording. satoru grins,

“smile for the camera, pretty girl. i’m sure they’ll love this little preview~”

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pupkashi · 7 months

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love comes easy when it’s gojo

a/n: what are you guys talking about chapter 236 ? the manga ended a while ago lol they’re all happy and safe ! don’t be silly guys >.< (I’m deep in denial no one hmu)

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loving satoru gojo was easy.

it was easy falling in love with him when you first began talking to him, stolen glances and flushed faces when either of you caught the other.

it came to you like second nature to play along with his jokes. your minds practically syncing up the second your eyes connected, silly grins on your faces as you both cracked dumb jokes.

there was something almost instinctive that had you intertwining your fingers with his, the tv on the show now background noise as satoru practically lay on top of you.

“what should we get for dinner?” you mumbled, half paying attention to the action on the screen, eyes landing on the mop of white hair in your lap.

satoru hummed, adjusting himself so that he was on his back and staring up at you, “want me to cook?” there was a smile playing on his lips as you pursed your lips at him.

“depends” you smile, “what is chef gojo gonna cook up for us tonight?” the smile on his face was evident now as he sat upright.

“maybe some instant ramen?” eyes glimmering as he speaks up again, “im feeling a bit fancy so how ‘bout i add an egg in there too.”

“an egg? you spoil me satoru,” you tease, watching as satoru pushes himself off the couch, stretching a bit. the bottom of his shirt lifts a bit and you catch his lower belly, smiling to yourself.

“oh but when you bend over i can’t whistle at you?” he pouts, catching the way you were practically giggling.

“satoru we were in a meeting with the higher ups,” you retort. the sorcerer only scoffs, mumbling something and heading into the kitchen.

it was easy to love satoru when he was carrying you out in the pouring rain, a cheesy love song blaring through his phone speakers in his pocket.

“dance with me!” his dimples peeking out and his eyes crinkling a bit as he laughed at your now soaked shirt.

you want to be angry, you want to scold him because he just got over the flu and this is gonna be terrible for him. but the small droplets of water collecting at the end of his white hair and sticking messily to his forehead make you keep your mouth shut.

you don’t say anything as you extend your arm out, giggling when he quickly pulls you into him by the waist, immediately pressing his lips onto yours, teeth hitting each other as the two of you burst into giggles.

“cyndi lauper is your go to?” you laugh, barely audible over the downpour surrounding the two of you.

“it was either her or whitney houston ” he smiles, turning his infinity on when he sees you shiver in the slightest, being sure to include you in it.

it was easy loving satoru gojo when he was shampooing your hair, kissing your shoulder and wrapping warm towels around you.

it was easy to fall deeper in love with him when the two of you are in bed, sweet nothings being interchanged between the two of you.

“i love you, angel boy,” you whisper, loving the way his cheeks grew pink, the grin on his lips growing as he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck.

“i love you more, sweets” his voice is softer, more vulnerable, than usual. there’s nothing on his mind except you, and there’s nothing on yours except him.

it’s when the two of you are making breakfast together, movements flowing easily as he passes you the eggs and he plates the pancakes. when you’re both sitting way too close to each other on the huge couch in the living room, pillows and blankets surrounding the two of you.

when you hand each other things without even uttering a word. when you sit in rare silence with your lover, the comfort of each others presence being enough for the two of you.

when he’s bringing home flowers or you’re making him his favorite foods, when you’re blushing at his shower of compliments and he’s running away the second you call him handsome.

it’s in between laundry loads and making plans that you both realize how easy love comes to each other.

loving satoru gojo was easy, especially when you fell in love with him all over everyday.

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norizz-nation · 1 month

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Could you write something for Lando after the christmas dinner with both of your families and you were needy and wanted his attention so you kept teasing him through the whole dinner till he couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed you and took you both to your house early so he could fuck the attitude and bratiness from you. Thanks

Brats Like You | L.N4

Summary: When it comes to having dinner with both your families, things can turn out pretty wild.

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, degradation, choking, dacryphilia, hair pulling, usage of belt to tie reader’s hands, orgasm denial

“You didn’t have to do this, right?” Lando asked, sounding disappointed as you looked at him with confusion on your face. “Do what, baby?” You acted like you didn’t know. He took a deep breath and clenched his jaw as he focused on driving. “Do what?” You asked again, hoping for his answer this time. Although you knew what’s the answer. “You know exactly what.” He stated coldly as his hands gripped on the steering wheel so hard that you could see his knuckles turning white.

You did know what Lando meant. It’s not like it was an accident when you wore a dress that revealed a bit of your back. Well, most of your back. You did that on purpose. And he knows that. He knows that you just like to be a slutty little brat in front of everyone. He also knows that you know how fucked out you’re left when he’s done showing you the consequences of your actions. “Can’t even behave for once.” He murmured as his jaw clenched hard.

Fuck, you really made him mad.

“Just behave and don’t try to be a bratty little girl and don’t do anything stupid that you might regret later.” He told you as he guided you to the table where both of your parents were sitting.

“So, how’s everything, y/n?” Lando’s mum asked as you smiled at her innocently from across the table, “Well everything is going absolutely great.” You said as you placed your hand on Lando’s thigh, well, his upper thigh. This made Lando breathe nervously as his arm that was resting on your chair softly taps the back of your neck with his finger to signal you to stop whatever you’re planning to do.

But did you stop? No.

“Right, baby?” You asked him as your hand slowly moved towards his crotch, making him move a little under your touch. “Right, yeah.” He said as he took a sip of his wine. Your fingers twirled around his crotch and you stopped right where his belt is. You acted like you’re going to unbuckle it which made Lando push your hand away.

“Hey baby, come here. You have something on your face.” The way he said that assured you that there’s nothing on your face. But, you still move your face close to him as he brushes your cheek and whispers, “Don’t you dare behave like a fucking slutty brat here. Because you know that your ‘little acts’ have consequences, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You said, smirking at him. At this point, you’re just trying to see how much you can play with his nerves. “Alright, sweetheart you wanna play? Then let’s play, come on.” He said as you looked at him with confusion, not knowing what he’s going to do next.

This evening went slower than usual. It felt like this wasn’t going to end. But surprisingly it was only 15 minutes. You couldn’t stop but wonder what Lando meant by his “play”.

Your thoughts got distracted when you heard Lando saying that he’s not feeling that good and needs to go home as soon as possible.

“Oh honey, we just started our talk.” Your mum said as Lando smiled innocently. “I know mum, but my head is aching so much. I can’t take it anymore.” He said as both your parents started to get worried.

Right. He’s definitely not sick.

“What the fuck were you doing?” He questioned as you winched in pain. The grip around your neck tightening more and more. “Answer. Me.” He spat those words as you let out a little smirk that made him more mad. “Oh is it funny, huh?” He asked as you nodded lightly. The smirk not leaving your face.

It didn’t take much time for him to get you positioned on your hands and knees. “Let’s see if you still find it funny after I’m done with you tonight.” He stated as he unbuckled his belt and tied your hands behind. “B-baby please.” You pleaded as Lando pulled on your hair, whispering, “Please? Brats like you don’t deserve this cock. Now keep your face down and ass up.” He said as he slowly trailed his fingers down your spine. Making you squirm for more.

“Please baby please.” You pleaded again and Lando just scoffed at your words. “Already needy?” He asked in a taunting tone and you just nodded. “P-please.” You pleaded. Again.

He then teasingly pushed your lacy panties aside asking, “Please what, huh?” “Please just fuck me already. Baby please I want you to fuck me.” Your needy words made Lando grin a bit. “Always wanting my cock like a dumb little slut, yeah?”

You couldn’t help but whine out as you nodded your head, answering him. He then pulled on your hair a bit harder than before asking, “I need your fucking words. Say it. Do you want my cock just like the dumb little slut you are?”

His question made your cheeks burn as you could assure that is damn red now. “Y-yes, yes I want i-it.” You managed to say as you could feel your thighs stick with each other from how wet you’re.

This “play” was torturing you. All you want is just to get yourself off. No matter how. “Wow this brat can finally get some words out of her mouth instead of just whining.” He taunted.

Your head felt fuzzy. It felt like the world was falling apart. As if you two are the only people alive on earth. All you could focus on was him. Only him.

Every thrust made you scream a bit louder than before. His belt definitely left a good bruise on your wrists.

“F-fuck baby, y-yes right t-there!” You screamed out when you felt him hit the perfect spot that makes your body shake uncontrollably. “Fuck, your pathetic little pussy clenches so fucking hard around my cock.” He said breathlessly as you could hear his groan fill the room.

“I’m g-gonna-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence and Lando pulled out and started to jerk himself off which made you squirm and cry out for more of his cock.

His warm cum coated your ass and some landed on your hands. “Oh my God. Please Lando…” You pleaded and he scoffed at you. Coming closer, whispering, “Still find it funny? I don’t think so. See that’s the reward for your ‘little acts’. Now let’s see how long you can squirm for.”

Fuck, his ‘play’.

A/N: Your baby is back with another fic! I’m sorry for not writing for a while but I’m back now. Hope y’all like this one. As always requests are open so feel free to ask what you want me to write. I love you. ❤️

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haitani-maki · 11 days

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✧ Hᴀɴᴍᴀ Sʜᴜᴊɪ

MDNI +18

Just a few things I thought about him

English is not my first language

✧bf!hanma likes it when you call him Shuji

✧bf!hanma loves it when you get mad at him, Hanma thinks you look like an angry kitten

✧bf!hanma this guy is going to sneak into your room at night, he is crazy

✧bf!hanma he spends more time in your home

✧bf!hanma he's the big spoon

✧bf!hanma he likes it when you wear his shirts, he thinks it's cute how they look big on you

✧bf!hanma he likes PDA, Hanma is shameless

✧bf!hanma he said I love you first, which surprised both of you, just slipped out while he was watching you do something

✧bf!hanma night motorcycle rides, sometimes he accelerates just to feel you hold on tightly

✧bf!hanma your personal photographer, no matter the background scenery, you are the one who makes the photo beautiful

✧bf!hanma he says he's with the most attractive person in the world, he's a bit cheesy

✧bf!hanma small displays of affection, like giving you his coat in the cold or holding your hand

✧bf!hanma he loves making you smile, he's funny

✧bf!hanma he won't admit it, but he likes it when you play with his hair, it makes him sleepy

✧bf!hanma if you can't travel with him, Hanma will send you the photos he took, especially from the places he'd like to take you

✧bf!hanma he moves a little during sleep, maybe you'll get some kicks in the middle of the night

✮bf!hanma his hands are always snaking through your body like it's second nature to him

✮bf!hanma risky sex, Hanma loves adrenaline and won't hold back

✮bf!hanma he'll mark your neck so everyone can see who you belong to

✮bf!hanma he's dominant to a certain extent, he likes the little game of who's going to dominate in bed and then he's going to bend you

✮bf!hanma he loves to see your beautiful lips around his cock, he will always use the hand of 'sin' to guide his head

✮bf!hanma the hand of 'punishment' will always be on your waist or ass

✮bf!hanma denial/overstimulation he's wicked :(

✮bf!hanma it goes deep, you swear you can feel it in your throat

✮bf!hanma rough sex for sure, days without walking

✮bf!hanma he gets so hard when you sit on his face ♡

✮bf!hanma he will whisper the most unpleasant things in your ear, especially if you behave like a brat

✮bf!hanma loves to play with her nipples, biting and twisting them just to elicit a moan of pain his

✮bf!hanma he loves to hear you whimper, it makes his cock twitch inside you

✮bf!hanma he never gets tired of filling you, Hanma thinks it's beautiful how his sperm leaks out of your hole and then he'll push it back in ♡

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gingerbloof · 4 months

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sing for me (soft dom!astarion x fem sub!tav)

contents: 18+ ONLY, MDNI, anxiety, slight exhibitionism, oral (female recieving), fingering, unprotective p in v sex, creampie, precum, almost getting caught in the act, edging/orgasm denial, astartion being a little shit, sweet fluff at the end word count: 2,499

authors note: this is a lovely request from @koalamuffin, thank you so much, darling! i hope you enjoy! sorry it took so long waa ;-;

lots of these quotes are from my prompt list! if you’d like to request one of your own, or come up with your own that you’d like, my asks are currently open!

“Astarion…” You groaned in a whisper, trying desperately not to make too much noise.

It had only been five minutes since you’ve come to bed with Astarion in his tent. You just wanted to sleep to get ready for another long day in the Shadow Cursed Lands tomorrow, but he had other plans.

Within moments of you entering his tent and laying down next to him, an innocent cuddle soon turned into him gripping your breasts mercilessly, swiping his nimble thumbs over your hardened peaks through your shirt. You found yourself subconsciously grinding your ass against his already rock hard cock, trying to make some friction.

Your face was flushed a deep red and your breathing was low and heavy, eventual whimpers escaping your lips. A dark chuckle left your beloved as he drug his sharp fangs along the pulse point of your neck, making you yelp and clasp a hand over your mouth.

He crawled on top of you, pushing your leg to the side with his, getting between your legs. You shuddered as one of his hands trailed down your sternum and just above the waistline of your small clothes. You gripped his hand, stopping him. He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, a worried expression on his beautiful face.

“Shall I stop, darling?” He asked, concerned.

His words made your heart soar. He always made sure you were comfortable, no matter how turned on you both were. “N-No, don’t stop… I just don’t want anyone hearing…” You whispered, gesturing over to the campfire. Lae’zel, Wyll, and Shadowheart circled around it on their bedrolls, sleeping peacefully. A wicked smirk grew on his face as he took your wrist and pinned it above your head, staring deeply into your being with his almost glowing red eyes. He scoffed at your remark as he leaned down toward you once more, his lips ghosting yours.

“Please, darling. It’s not like they haven’t heard you before,” He purred softly. His lips brushed against yours with every word he spoke, cold air hitting you.

You were about to object when he suddenly slipped his hand under your small clothes, running his middle digit up your slit to part your lips. You held your hand over your mouth once again, struggling not to make any noise. He growled softly as he felt your arousal drench his finger. He pulled his hand away briefly, making you whine. He brought the digit in between his lips and sucked on it, tasting your slick. He groaned as he tasted it, closing his eyes. Seeing how obsessed with how you tasted always got you riled up, but the way he savored it in this moment, moaning around his own finger sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, your arousal now sticking between your thighs.

He pulled his finger away and sighed blissfully. “Delicious…” He whispered breathlessly. You flushed at his words and pressed your thighs together in embarrassment, looking away shyly. You felt his icy fingertips on your chin as he turned your head to face him, clicking his tongue.

“Ah, ah, ah, no… Look at me,” He purred softly. You held his gaze as he slowly kissed down your body, leaving gentle nips along the way. “Gods, you are intoxicating… You truly were made just to ruin me, darling,” He trailed down your body, kissing down your stomach until he reached your hips. He took the waistband of your small clothes in between his teeth and pulled them down. You trembled as you lifted your hips so they could slide off of you. You glanced over at the campfire once again, making sure no one was waking up.

Astarion took hold of your chin again, bringing you back to the present. “Darling, keep those pretty eyes on me, hm?,” He said softly. You whimpered at his words and nodded, watching him intently.

You nibbled on your bottom lip in anticipation, your face beet red and your chest heaving. You were tired of him torturing you, you needed him now.

He chuckled at your state then gazed between your legs. Your arousal was very apparent; the sweet sticky liquid dripping from you and staining the bedroll underneath you. He hummed in approval and kissed down each thigh gently, starting just below your knees and making his way down agonizingly slowly.

Your breath hitched as he kissed the soft flesh and bucked your hips, hoping to meet your lower lips with his. He chuckled once again, grabbing your hips and forcing them down to keep you still.

“Desperate, are we?” He purred, smirking up at you. You shamelessly nodded, trying to buck your hips once again. “Please…” You whispered, feeling yourself clench around nothing. The emptiness inside you was too much to bear. He hummed, thinking to himself. “Beg,” He said nonchalantly as he started to back away from you, not giving you anything until you obeyed him.

You looked at him hungrily, your eyebrows furrowed and nibbling once again on your lip. He let out a long frustrated sigh as he gazed at you.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know what that does to me, pet.” He whispered in a growl, a smirk growing on his face. “How do you expect me to give you what you want if you don’t ask, hm?”

You whined as you threw your head back in frustration. “Astarion… Please… Taste me. Taste all of me, I want your tongue…” You whimpered, spreading your sex open for him and revealing your wetness. He gazed upon your cunt and licked his lips. His eyes shot back up to you and smirked wider, revealing his pearly white fangs.

“Good girl.”

He made no hesitation to lower his mouth to your sex, placing a soft kiss on your clit before gliding his tongue against your twitching entrance to your clit, swirling his tongue around you. You arch your back and bite your knuckle, gasping softly. You made sure to glance every now and then over to the camp while he was busy lapping you to double check to see if anyone had woken up.

He took your clit between his lips and sucked gently, flicking his tongue along it while it was in his mouth. An icy cold finger soon found your entrance and pushed in very shallowly, only to his first knuckle. You breathed heavy, trying your best not to make any noise. You held hard eye contact with Astarion as he continued to torture you with his tongue and finger, his dark red orbs piercing into you.

All of a sudden he pushed his finger into you and curled it, immediately pushing against your special spot. You gasped loudly and that’s when you heard it, a groggy noise coming from Wyll. You sat up abruptly, keeping your eye on him as he sat up from his bedroll, which was facing away from you. You had woken him up…

“What in the Hells was that…” Wyll asked himself, scratching the back of his head and looking around.

Astarion sat up with you and pressed his palm tightly against your mouth, glaring at you hungrily. His finger continued to pump in and out of you slowly, making your legs shake. The feeling of him finger fucking you mixed with the anxiety of getting caught in the act was a brutal feeling. And it excited Astarion beyond belief.

He was quick to add another finger when Wyll stood, grunting and stretching as he watched the campfire, completely oblivious.

“Mmh…” You moaned against Astarion’s hand and he leaned in toward your ear, whispering. “Sshh… You don’t want to wake everyone, do you?” You shook your head, daring not to make another sound. You both watched Wyll as he sauntered around camp for a few moments, looking to see if he could find the source of the sound that had awoken him. Astarion’s pace quickened every time he got closer to the tent, torturing your needy cunt and trying to get you to make a sound. You shut your eyes tightly and desperately tried to focus on anything but the pleasure you were receiving.

Astarion saw how hard you were trying to keep quiet and smiled sweetly at you, whispering once again in your ear to praise you. “Very, very good, darling…” Your breath slightly hitched, causing Wyll to turn around once again, a curious look on his face. Astarion stopped his pace on you abruptly.

“Quiet. Now.” He whispered, a slight growl in his voice. He pressed his palm to your mouth tighter as Wyll decided to awaken Shadowheart and Lae’zel. He quickly explained to them that he had heard strange noises and thought they should investigate. The two women groaned as they lazily started gearing up and headed towards the forest, to investigate something they would never find.

Astarion slowly withdrew his hand from your face and you sighed in relief. You looked at him and giggled softly. “That was close…” You said, another pent up sigh leaving you. He chuckled darkly as he pushed you onto your back once again, crawling between your legs. “You’ve got to be more careful, dear…” He purred. “But no matter, now you get to sing as loud as you want.”

He quickly rid himself of his pants, revealing his almost painfully hard cock. Precum dripped from the tip and the delicious vein running up the side of his shaft was throbbing.

You felt your mouth start to water at the sight, starting to reach for it. He took your hand and pinned it to your side, shaking his head. “No, no, dear… This is about you,” He smiled devilishly down at you. He pulled back slightly to line his fingers up with your entrance once again, teasing you by shallowly fucking you with them.

“Now, remind me, if you will… What is it you wanted, again?” He smirked. He loved hearing you beg, it assured him that you trusted him enough to control your pleasure. Just the fact alone that you entrusted him with that was enough to make his cock throb violently.

You whined, refusing to put up a fight this time because the heat in your core was almost painful. You wanted nothing more than for him to make you come over and over again. “Please, my love… I need your fingers inside me. I want you so bad… Please.” Suddenly he was knuckle deep inside you, mercilessly curling his fingers up and against your g spot. You moaned softly, knowing your party could still hear you if you were too loud.

This made Astarion growl in frustration, his pace quickening inside you. His thumb moved up to rub your clit gently.

“Louder, pet. Sing for me,” He purred, honey dripping from his words. Your frustration was too intense to argue, so you let out a slightly louder moan. “A-Astarion…!” A successful laugh bubbled from his throat, quickly moving down your body to replace the thumb on your clit with his mouth once again.

“Yes… Louder.”

Your moans and whimpered crescendoed as you felt your core tighten, your orgasm quickly approaching. Suddenly, he slowed his movements on you, earning him a frustrated groan from you. “No, no, no… Not yet, my love,” He purred. “You don’t get to come until my cock is deep inside you, do you understand?” You looked down at him with a scowl on your face, beet red flushed your entire face and creeped down your neck and you were lightly sweating. You were done playing his little games.

“Then give me your cock, godsdammit!” You whined loudly, your chest heaving. His eyes widened and he chuckled. “Ah, so the pup has a bite after all, hm? Alright… I suppose you’ve been good enough,” He said, withdrawing his fingers and sitting on his knees between your legs.

He took his cock and smeared your overflowing juices on his tip, lubing himself up. He lined himself up with your clenching entrance, hissing through his teeth. You watched him intensely, your breath hitching at every movement he made. He looked at you with hungry, half lidded eyes as he slowly rolled his hips, pushing just the tip inside. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the delicious stretch of him as he pushed further and further into you. He sighed blissfully as he became fully sheathed inside you, enjoying your warmth for a moment before he quickly thrust himself in and out of you, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the quiet night.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. You breathlessly whimpered, choked out moans eventually passing your lips, not caring about the volume anymore. He grunted as he laid wet sloppy kisses on your neck, gently grazing the soft skin with his fangs, not enough to draw any blood however. “That’s it, darling… Just like that,: He purred in your ear, reaching down and rubbing your clit as he continued to thrust deeply into you, reaching places you didn’t even know existed.

Your core tightened again at his praise. You clenched tightly around him, earning you a growled “Fuck…” from him. Your vision blurred and your body tensed as your orgasm quickly approached again. “A-Astarion, please… I need to come, please!” You pleaded, lightly scratching at his back and being mindful of his scars. He moaned as his hips started to stutter and become uneven. “Gods… Yes, darling,” He growled. “Come with me, my sweet. Be my good girl and come with me.”

Your legs trembled with the intensity of an earthquake as your orgasm clashed through your body. You gripped onto him tightly as your eyes squeezed shut, a mix between a moan and a scream escaping you. You drenched his hips with your come as he filled you with his, a loud moan leaving him as well. You both bathed in the afterglow for a few moments, panting and gripping onto each other. He pulled away slightly to look at you and cup your cheek, which was damp with sweat. You opened your eyes to look at him, tears formed at the corners of your eyes and a little drool dripping from your mouth. He chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Look at you, such a pretty little mess…” He said softly with his usual honeyed voice. You giggled shyly and pecked the tip of his beautiful nose. “Y-Your fault,” You mumbled breathlessly. He chuckled once again and slowly pulled out of you, looking down at his masterpiece, smiling.

He flopped down next to you on his back and you curled up to him, mumbling a soft “I love you…” as you fell asleep on his chest. He smiled and quickly grabbed a blanket, covering you both and pressed another kiss to your head.

“I love you too, darling. Now rest… We have a long day tomorrow.”

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fangswbenefits · 8 months

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Devotion

Summary: You give yourself to Miguel, and he's about to show you what complete devotion looks and feels like. (Miguel's POV)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x spider-woman!reader

Word count: 4.2k

18+. Miguel POV. V*rginity loss. Cr*ampie. F*ngering. C*mplay. Org*sm denial. After care. Edg*ng. Br*eding k*nk.

Part 1. Devotion (reader's POV)

Thank you to @ancientbeing10 for the help with the Spanish!

Miguel had decided to scoop you up in his arms and carry you to his bedroom, slowly placing you on his bed.

He then leaned in to place a kiss to your temple, further cementing his adoration for you.

You immediately tilted your head back, and he felt his ego soar.

You were always so eager for more… his sweet girl.

He could easily get lost in your body for hours on end. Being touch starved had made him desperate for your touch, and he wished he was still in awe at how responsive you were to him.

His lips hovered over yours, seeking your warmth, and he felt you pressing a hand to the side of his face. "Please kiss me…"

Just like clockwork, his cock twitched in response.

And he fulfilled your request, taking your lips in his.

He felt you arch into him, and he nearly lost it.

You were going to be the death of him.

He pushed his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss, and your hand slid to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

Your eagerness nearly had him lose his balance, and he had to place both hands on either side of you for extra support, settling in between your legs at once.

A moan escaped your throat, and you broke the kiss all of a sudden, as the underside of his cock settled between your folds.

Your clit was swollen enough for him, and he could feel his sanity slowly draining from him.

"We can stop."

Your eyes locked with his. "Do you want to stop?"

You were so sweet…

He leaned to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "This isn't about me."

And he meant every word. As much as he wanted to be buried balls deep inside you for the first time, he didn't want that at the expense of your comfort.

You came first.

His desire was secondary.

"I want more…" you whispered with certainty, rolling your hips and causing his cock to slide along your clit.

That was enough to have more precum drip from the tip, as your wet folds enveloped him.

He couldn't fight back a throaty moan, but managed to gripp your hip to a full stop. "Are you on birth control?"

You paused abruptly. "What?"

The ultimate test to his remaining sanity was dependent on your reply.

"If you want to continue… I have to know."

"Yes—Yes, I have an implant."

He had suspected as much. A part of him wanted to breed you tonight and have you carry his child right away. But the rational side of him urged him to take it slow, so he felt relief that he could still spill himself inside you and practice for when the time came.

In the back of his mind, he wondered if you'd be able to take all of his cum without it overflowing.

Unlikely.

He groaned lowly, as he buried his face in your neck, lips caressing your heated skin, which prompted your hips to buck into him.

So fucking eager and needy…

He hissed from the added friction, and began to slowly match your rhythm.

The way your swollen clit dragged along the underside of his cock was enough to have him closer to exploding.

He watched you bite your lip to reign in your moans, and he grazed his thumb across your lower lip, releasing it from your teeth's grasp. "Please… let me hear you…"

Your mouth parted in a low whimper.

"Louder."

Adrenaline coursed through his veins with each thump of his heart, eventually causing his fangs to emerge.

He carefully prodded the skin of your neck with the sharp tips, testing your endurance, but earning a loud moan in response.

You were so good for him…

Wet sounds filled the room, and he felt more of your wetness begin to coat his cock.

He managed to tap his watch twice, switching on dim lights that allowed him to take in the sight of you under him.

His lips brushed your cheek. "Are you sure you want this?"

You sank your fingers into his hair, arching your back again, and causing your nipple piercings to dig into his chest.

He felt a string of precum dangle from the tip of his cock as the cool metal teased him. The urge to tease your opening with it nearly blinded him, but he needed your words first.

You took a deep breath, staring intensely into his eyes. "I'm sure…"

He immediately pressed an adoring kiss to your forehead. "You can tell me to stop if it gets too much and I will."

Miguel needed you to know this. He needed to reassure you that he wouldn't overstep the line with you.

He reached easily over you to grip a long pillow and eased it under you until your back pressed against it, angling you so you could take in the sight of his cock dripping precum in between your folds.

But if he was going to do this the right way, then he needed his body fully ready. He pressed the security lock on his watch until he heard a click, promptly removing it from his wrist and placing it on his bedside table.

He could feel you watching his every move, and pressed down against your clit.

"Does that feel good?" His voice came out strained.

"Yes… you're really…" you paused, eyes glued to where his body met yours. "Is it normal for you to…"

He followed your line of sight and couldn't hold back a chuckle, as he understood the root of your bewilderment.

"With you, yes."

An absolute truth.

His body had been reacting to you in ways he had never experienced before with others.

And it certainly did wonders to his male ego.

Suddenly, he raised his hips and he saw strings of precum mixed with your wetness dangle from his cock, shifting and kneeling at your side.

He knew you were about to protest and immediately silenced you with a hungry kiss, as you whimpered into him.

Kissing you felt intoxicating and he was so lost in you that he didn't notice your intentions until he felt your fingers wrap around his cock, tugging gently.

A hiss from him quickly broke the kiss. "Fuck…"

Your grip felt uncertain and he could feel the inexperience in your touch.

"Miguel… please…"

Sweet, needy girl.

He planted a kiss on your cheek. "I need you ready for me."

You pouted in response. "I am."

That was his weakness…. he could feel more precum dripping out from that look on your face alone.

He closed the space between you, bringing his lips to your ear, "Can you take more than one of my fingers, then?"

One of his hands began to trail down from your neck, caressing your hardened nipples, before traveling down until it reached your clit.

"Can you, sweet girl?"

He felt your clit twitch faintly under his touch.

"I think… I think so," you replied.

Miguel yearned to feel your hearbeat, so he grazed the pulse in your neck with his lips, revelling in how it quickened under his touch.

He was simultaneously tracing your clit with his middle finger, collecting more and more wetness.

Once it slid down to your entrance and noticed how soaked you were, he was sure you would be able to take his finger with ease, so he plunged inside.

The reaction was immediate as you gripped his cock tighter, causing more beads of precum to drip.

"Easy, cariño… not so tight."

Your impatience and lust caused you to jolt your hips against him, and he took the chance to ease himself inside you until he was buried knuckle-deep.

He studied your every reaction, until he hit that sweet spot with the heel of his palm pressing down on your clit, immediately drawing a gasp from you.

"Tell me how it feels," Miguel encouraged, sliding in and out of you at a steady pace. "I need to know."

You merely hummed in response, riding his finger desperately.

But that wasn't enough for him.

He needed more, so he paused at once. "Use your words."

Your eyes snapped at him, surprise splattered across your face. "It feels good… really go-" but the word immediately choked in your throat as he began to pump into you more rapidly.

The grip around his cock was becoming almost unbearable, and Miguel sensed you would have him explore unless he stopped it at once.

He then quickly unclasped your fingers from around him with a pained hiss. "I know you're eager, but if you keep touching it like that I won't last…"

And you pouted at him and Miguel crumbled.

But what really made his cock twitch violently was the sight of you bringing your precum-soaked hand to your breasts, glazing your nipples with the warm liquid.

He gave you a satisfied growl and figured it was time to escalate things a bit more.

"Do you think you can take a second one?" he asked, craning his neck to swipe his tongue across one nipple. "You set the pace."

Your eagerness was such a turn on and he smiled faintly when you nodded your response.

He traced your entrance with a second finger and immediately felt your tense around him, especially when he began to slide it inside.

You felt too tight around him, and he had to curse inwardly to keep himself from losing what was left of his sanity.

He shifted closer and kept his eyes on yours. "Relax, cariño… you're doing great."

You clenched again and his cock twitched in unison as he yearned to have it inside you.

He decided to place a reassuring kiss on your cheek. "Nearly there…"

A whimper parted your lips as the second finger joined the first one deep within you.

Impatience had you rolling your hips and moaning softly.

"More…" you mumbled.

Miguel's gaze dropped to his fingers and how they pumped in and out of you more and more effortlessly, as your wetness coated them.

The obscene wet sounds had his cock leak more strings of precum and he pressed his palm against your clit once again. Miguel immediately took advantage of this angle, and had his lips on your neck, sucking gently.

The rhythmic fluttering of your walls around his fingers allowed him to know that you were nearing your point of no return.

"You're so close…"

His cock kept twitching impatiently and he realised he needed to feel your grip once again. He took your hand in his and placed it on his cock until your fingers wrapped around him once again.

A hiss tore through him.

The way you struggled to grip all of him nearly had his balls tighten for a sudden release.

"Let me fuck your hand…" he pleaded into your neck, snapping his hips. "Just… squeeze harder…"

You did as you were told, and he immediately matched his hips with the tempo of his fingers inside you.

"Miguel… Miguel…"

He was dangerously close and your sweet voice moaning his name felt so addicting.

Suddenly, he took your lips in his and you allowed his tongue inside, and he gladly swallowed your increasing moans.

"You’re doing so good," he praised you over and over again after he broke the wet kiss.

He could feel the beginning of your orgasm wash down on you, and he knew he couldn't let that happen just yet.

With much reluctance and no shorter amount of willpower, he managed to slide his fingers from your clenching walls, effectively stalling your bliss.

Your moans immediately choked in your throat with a sob.

"Miguel…why?!" you immediately protested, and he could swear you were about to cry.

You let go of his cock right away, whimpering as frustration took over you instead.

"I'm sorry," he said truthfully. "I want you to come around my cock, cariño…" he added, before kissing your quivering lips.

You were so desperate for him.

It was maddening.

You nodded and he shifted along the mattress until he was between your legs, enjoying how you were spread eagerly for him.

Miguel glanced at his glistening fingers and brought them to his mouth, lapping his tongue around them.

"You taste really good."

You gave him a nervous laugh. "Really?"

He smiled faintly. "Don't take my word for it, then."

Bringing his fingers to your lips, he groaned as you promptly took them in.

His sweet girl tasting her sweetness on him…

You began to suck gently, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from you.

He pressed down on your tongue flat with his fingers, before sliding out of you.

"You're so hot."

It was a heartfelt compliment that had you looking away.

He immediately cradled your face with his hands. "Look at me."

Slowly, but surely, your eyes met his again in between laboured breaths.

"You are. You are beautiful."

Truly the center of his world and the reason he would one day go mad.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, as his cock came to rest against your swollen clit.

"Are you sure of this?"

"I am. Please, Miguel…"

Yes. You would definitely be the death of him, but he couldn't think of a better way to part this world than this.

He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm not going to last long," he said. "But neither are you."

You pouted again at him and he groaned in response.

"Try to relax as much as you can, okay?"

You swallowed. "Okay."

He began sliding his cock along your soaked folds, grazing your clit, before pressing the tip at your entrance.

His heartbeat skyrocketed in anticipation, and he watched you squeezing your eyes shut.

He kept the palm of his hand pressed flat against your cheek in reassurance. "Please look at me…"

You took a deep breath and met his eyes.

"I've got you," he promised, brushing his knuckles across your heated skin.

And he did.

And he would for as long as you allowed him to.

He increased the pressure until the tip slipped inside with some difficulty. You were too tense and he decided to press his other hand against your inner thigh, urging you to spread wider for him.

This was pure torture.

"Breathe…" he whispered, pausing momentarily.

A shaky breath escaped your lips.

"Are you okay?"

Probably not.

As you brought your hands to claw at his back, he was sure this was taking a toll on you. He didn't want to overwhelm you, and he needed your consent before continuing. No matter how badly he wanted to sink fully into you. He needed you to give him the green light.

And you did so with a nod.

Taking a deep and long breath, he pushed his hips into you again, feeling your walls swallow more and more of his cock.

Your body tensed again. "Stop… please…" you begged, tapping on his back.

He immediately paused, fearing he might have gone too far. "Do you want me to slide out?"

You shook your head, the motion causing one tear to slide down from your eye, and he leaned in to capture it with his lips, tasting the saltiness.

It nearly had him slide out on his own, not bearing the sight of you in pain.

"How much…" you then sobbed, staring down at the length of your body to find where the two of you were connected. "... is it almost there?"

Not quite, but he didn't want to scare you away.

He would be as gentle as he could.

Miguel gave you a warm smile. "Nearly there, sweet girl."

You inhaled deeply and sighed through your nose. "Go…"

He felt him dig your nails into his skin as he moved deeper inside, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

Miguel kept eyeing you with undivided focus.

"Tell me to stop, and I will."

More tears began to roll down, but he made it his mission to kiss every single one away in between praises.

He felt his balls pressing against you, and stopped moving as he was already fully buried within you.

It took all of his strength to keep him from exploding right away.

You were finally his.

And he was finally yours.

Knowing that you had trusted yourself with him was the highest praise he could have.

"Are you okay?" he asked, trying his best to steady his shaky voice.

"Yes."

He doubted your answer, but he would have it ring true soon enough.

The moment you began to relax around him, was the moment he dared heaving out a deep sigh of relief.

Neither of you moved for a while.

But Miguel knew he was doomed.

In fact, he was surprised he had managed to keep his orgasm at bay for so long.

"I'm not going to last long," he confessed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Can you relax a bit more?"

He would be embarrassed to come so easily, so he had to try everything in his power to extend this moment for you.

"Please move," you said.

Fuck.

Miguel inhaled sharply, before dragging his cock out slightly only to slam into you, burying himself balls deep again.

You felt so good.

Too good.

How he wished he could breed you properly.

"Can you go faster…"

He brought his lips to your shoulder and bared his fangs along your skin. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Please…" you begged.

He set a slow pace at first, and he felt control slip from him with as you clenched harder around him.

More wet sounds filled the room with each sloppy snap of his hips.

"So good… fuck…así… no pares," he groaned, pleasure gripping him hard.

He felt you sliding one hand in between your bodies until the tips of your fingers grazed his soaked cock. Your walls immediately gripped him tighter than before, and Miguel nearly lost it.

You were so effortlessly hot and your curiosity always took him by surprise.

His pace quickened slightly, and he removed your hand with his, pressing down on your pulsing clit with his thumb.

There was no way he would have you do any of the work now. He wanted to be the one to deliver your orgasm.

"Just… just like that…" you whimpered breathlessly.

You arched into him, and he felt your pierced nipples digging into his chest.

He was too close to his own peak and had to pause.

"I need you to come first," he rasped, drawing determined circles around your clit. "Please… please…"

He needed you to reach your own peak first and milk his out of him with your walls squeezing around his cock.

His thumb left your clit, and moved back, pressing your legs together with both hands and pushing your knees into your chest.

A strangled hiss died in his throat from the added friction.

His attention was back to your clit again, and you moaned loudly under him, gripping fistful of his sheets with both hands, as he was determined to bring you over the edge.

"Come for me… clench around me, cariño," he urged, voice dripping with despair.

The sound of fabric tearing filled his ears, and he was now certain your orgasm had finally hit you hard. You threw your head back and he felt your delicious rhythmic contractions grip his cock.

Somehow, he managed to slam into you twice before reaching the bliss he had so stubbornly kept at bay.

"Mierda, te sientes tan bien… carajo," he suddenly mumbled in between groans, burying himself as deep as possible, finally spilling himself inside.

He felt his vision blur as the overwhelming sensation of coating you with his seed had him growl as loud as he could.

His erratic breathing brought him back to his senses, and he finally slid out of you with a slurping sound.

Even through the blinding haze of his bliss, Miguel realised that he could easily get addicted to being inside you.

He then allowed his cock to settle in between your folds before sliding it along a few times and releasing his hold on your legs, and you let them flop down to the side.

Miguel watched as the first drops of his cum began to dribble down.

You looked completely spent yet beautiful and mesmerising as ever, and the urge to take care of you immediately overtook him.

"Wait here," he said, sliding out of the bed and pressing a kiss to your parted lips.

He bolted out the bedroom in an instant and only stopped once he grabbed a towel from a drawer, fully intending to wash you with all the after care you deserved.

By the time he returned to you, he was met with you dragging your fingers along your tongue, tasting his cum.

The sight would be enough to have him hard again in no time, but his stamina had taken a blow, and he would need to recover first.

"Does it taste good?"

You were caught by surprise and your eyes locked with his.

He slowly kneeled on the floor next to you, tapping his finger to your jaw to have your face fully turned to him.

It was no wonder that he had fallen so hard for you. Even if lust had so often clouded his mind, the way he felt for you ran deeper than that.

He watched as you brought your other hand to brush some strands of his damp hair away from his forehead.

"Does it taste good, cariño?"

You gave him an innocent, removing your fingers from your mouth. "You can taste it."

Fuck… he absolutely adored how you would so often turn his own words against him.

His lips crashed with your and his tongue slipped past them hungrily. You sloppily pushed his cum against him and he tasted himself on you with a groan.

He eventually broke the kiss, pressing the towel to your forehead, wiping away some of the sweat droplets.

Beads of cum dripped from his lips, but he didn't bother licking them clean. "Let me take care of you."

You nodded slowly and his lips curled into a faint smile that you mirrored. "What?"

"You're so… perfect," he confessed, sliding the towel down the side of your face and neck with utmost gentleness.

You giggled. "Is this a post-sex thing?"

He arched an eyebrow, looking very serious all of a sudden. "You're doubting me?"

Miguel didn't care for pillow-talk, nor did he care to utter words he didn't absolutely mean.

Your smile dropped slightly. "Oh, I just… I… don't think I'm perfect. No one is."

That jabbed at his heart and not in a good way.

Even though he knew what you meant, it still pained him to realise you didn't fully believe him.

He proceeded to press his lips together, his strained gaze shifting to your breasts as he continued to pat the sweat away.

"You are. To me," he mumbled.

And that was all that mattered, right? He couldn't care less how others perceived you. You were the pinnacle of perfection in his eyes even if at the risk of it sounding… corny.

He had never sought perfection in anyone else but himself, and he knew it was more of an utopian quest than anything else, but you were the closest thing that had ever come close to it.

So, naturally, you deserved to know it.

Even if you didn't believe his words.

He then reached down between your legs and felt you jolt in surprise.

"Was I too rough?" he asked worriedly.

You immediately shook your head. "You were perfect."

His heart skipped a beat as he had grown accustomed to by now.

"You said no one is perfect," he mused, cleaning his cum with the soft fabric.

Your smile didn't waver, but he could see your eyelids become heavier. "I'll make an exception for you."

His sweet, sweet girl…

He leaned in to press an adoring kiss to your cheek, as he waited for more of his cum to slide out of you.

Miguel could tell you were about to fall asleep, but decided he wanted to take the after care a step further.

"Want to take a shower?"

A grumble left your throat as you kept your eyes closed. "Later… I'm so tired."

A smile tugged at his lips.

So adorable...

"I'll carry you," he offered softly.

He rose to his feet and effortlessly took you in his arms, sauntering inside his bathroom, pressing kisses to your forehead.

He stepped into the shower and turned the water on, earning a groan from you as the warm liquid hit your skin.

"Can you stand?"

"Yes, yes…" you said through a yawn, landing on your feet and easing the hold of your arms around his neck.

He gathered a tiny amount of body wash in the palm of his hand, and dragged it along your back with suds covering your skin before sliding down your body.

You pressed your forehead to the tile and he took the opportunity to graze the wet piece of cloth in between your legs to wipe the remnants of his cum, but causing you to flinch from his touch instead.

He immediately halted his movements "Did I hurt you?"

"It's just a bit sore… it's fine… don't worry."

His ego soared to incredible heights as it dawned on him that he was the one able to make you feel that good.

You slowly then turned around to face him and tip-toed to place a wet kiss to his jaw, which he welcomed with a smile

He felt absolute devotion and adoration for you, and Miguel made a silent promise to always make sure you knew that.

Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who has been with this story from beginning to end. It means a lot. I hope you were able to connect with these characters in one way or another 🩷 I will be missing Miguel and sweet girl so much... this story wouldn't be anything without your vital support, and I will forever be grateful! Ruby~

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oepionie · 1 year

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THE WOES OF A JEALOUS FISH. octatrio

Characters: GN! Reader | Azul Ashengrotto x Reader, Jade Leech x Reader, Floyd Leech x Reader

Tags: Octatrio and jealousy, Pure fluff w/ very petty boys, Reader wears makeup in Azul's part, Jade blows a hairdryer in Floyd's face, Malewife Floyd

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A.A | AZUL ASHENGROTTO :

Azul blinks once, twice as he stares at the merman who was animatedly conversing with you. Rielle, Azul's old schoolmate, a prince of Atlantica, and the owner of this wretched cafe called 'The Secret Grotto'. The same cafe you've been ogling at for the last 20 minutes or so.

"Isn't this place amazing, Azul?! They even have a souvenir shop!" Now, Azul would normally find your eagerness adorable since seeing you happy was oh-so precious and priceless to him. However, this time, your enthusiasm made his heart sink while his mood deteriorated. On the surface, however, he keeps his calm and maintains his professional businessman persona, or at least he tries to.

"Monstro Lounge is far more superior. I mean...th-their cutlery doesn't even match their tablecloths here." Azul blurted out, crossing his arms over his chest and scrutinising the area intently.

"Well, we wanted to add a little bit of uniqueness! My cafe is all about personal touches, we focus more on making things look cozy!" Rielle chimes in, all bright and charming, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Azul narrowed his eyes, his hands itching to sever the prince's arm for touching you. Oblivious to Azul's ire, you stared at the cafe in awe, pointing out the small touches thrown about here and there.

Azul frowns, sulking and wanting to leave. He wanted to leave the moment he stepped into this place but he didn't have the heart to tear you away from the cozy small cafe. Especially since you were looking forward to this date for weeks, you even got Vil to doll you up and do your makeup today.

Deep down inside he felt a tinge of insecurity because he knew you were right. The cafe really was amazing. The grove was lit up with warm lighting, and everywhere you looked was all soft and homely. Unlike Azul's cafe, this place was much less formal making it seem more down to earth.

Perhaps he should make a few tweaks to Monstro Lounge? Just to fit your tastes?

"Angelfish, I'd hate to break it to you but it's getting rather late. I'm sure Jade and Floyd are already waiting for us back at the dorms." Azul cuts in nonchalantly, a cool smile on his face. You turned to gaze out the window, seeing the sunset and the sky darkening. You nod and swiftly seize Azul's gloved hand in your own, bidding Rielle goodbye.

"Ah, I see it really is getting quite late! Feel free to visit soon!" Rielle bids you goodbye with those words, as you and Azul walk out of the quaint little cafe.

Once outside, Azul reflexively rests his hand on the small of your back, and you lean in, your head resting on his chest. It was silent for a while, both of you just enjoying the comfortable silence before Azul pulled you into an alley.

"Azul? Is something wrong-" He abruptly interrupted you and smashed his lips against yours. Azul backed you up against the wall, his hands finding purchase around your waist as you snake your arms around his neck. Minutes pass before he finally draws back and presses his forehead to yours, a heavy flush on his cheeks. You took this time to admire his dishevelled appearance, which was quite a rare sight. His glasses were crooked, the lipstick Vil picked out for you was smeared across his lips, and his vision was dazed.

"Angelfish...wouldn't you rather spend time with me instead...?"

J.L | JADE LEECH :

He's in absolute denial.

Jealousy. What use would such petty and trivial emotion as jealousy serve? Jade already knew you were bound to him. Despite his distant and cold demeanour, you somehow pushed your way into his heart and fashioned yourself a nice little home.

Furthermore, Jade liked to consider himself as someone who was rational and level-headed. He was always in full command of every situation he was put in. The eel was cruel, merciless, and uncompromising. Him getting jealous? Jade Leech, jealous? It was a laughable thought.

Nonetheless, as he stood behind the lounge's bar, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart while he glared holes into the back of Floyd's head. His gloved hands were grasping onto a teacup a little too tightly. He was supposed to serve you tea.

Tea, that he brewed and prepared personally for you, ensuring that each step was meticulous and precise so that the drink was properly suited to your preferences. You, his precious pearl, who was too preoccupied running your fingers through his brother's hair.

The lounge's air conditioning had broken down, and at some point, Floyd apparently decided that it was far too hot and dumped an entire cold smoothie over his head. Now, you were fussing over the eel's damp hair, trying to get the liquid and chunks of fruit out of his locs.

Crack! Jade looked down to see the cup split in half, the warm tea he prepared for you now spilling onto the floor. Azul would've probably had his hind if he found out the eel broke such an expensive and delicate piece of china. Despite that, he had a much pressing issue to focus on. Jade's inexhaustible patience had finally run out, and he concluded that enough was enough.

He quickly poured you a new cup and walked up to the booth you were sitting in. He held a hair dryer in his left hand and the tea he had carefully made for you in his right. Finally, you had stopped fretting over Floyd and instead focused your attention on him. When you spotted him approaching, your face lit up. A smile grazed his lips for a brief moment. How lovely you were.

"Darling, why don't you take a break. Here, it's your favorite. Let me handle this." Jade murmured, running a gloved hand along your cheek. You leaned towards his touch, smiling, and took the cup from him. "Thank you, Jade. I managed to get most of the fruits out but his hair is still so wet."

"Not to worry my pearl, this isn't the first time this happened." With a chuckle, Jade plugged in the hair dryer and grabbed Floyd's chin, forcing his brother to face him.

"Now...allow let me help you, brother dearest." Jade muttered, the corner of his eyes crinkling as a sharp grin spread across his face. He set the dryer to the highest setting and directed it straight at Floyd's face. When the heavy gust of wind hit Floyd, the eel clamped his eyes tight. He whined and attempted to push Jade away, but the latter just refused to let go.

Yes, Jade is most definitely not a jealous man.

F.L | FLOYD LEECH :

That should have been him. The eel glared at Grim who was seated in your lap. Your lap that he loved so much. Your lap that he used as a pillow every time he was slacking off at Monstro Lounge. Your lap that was supposed to be for him, not that skrunkly little cat.

To make matters worse, you were currently feeding Grim some tuna you cooked up yourself. Oh, the nightmare.

The reason? Grim had recently scored a perfect score on his exam without cheating this time! and you wanted to reward your companion for his efforts. Still, Floyd couldn't understand why you had to feed him. Isn't the baby seal big enough to feed himself? He was pretty sure he saw Grim inhale an entire tray full of food in seconds!

Growling, Floyd stomped towards your table and plopped down beside you. He huffed and started side-eyeing the cat who was dozing off and slowly chewing the tuna in his mouth. To Floyd's despair, you were much too preoccupied with fawning and cooing at the tiny brat to notice your moody lover. This was absolutely unacceptable. He demanded your attention.

"Shrimppyyy..." Floyd whined, smushing his cheek against yours, basically asking for attention. Taken aback, you jumped and whipped your head around to face him, finally acknowledging his presence.

"Floyd! How are you? How'd that test with Crewel go?" You smiled at him and moved in to peck both of his cheeks. This made him brighten up for a bit before Grim interrupted the moment.

"Oi, henchhuman, I'm out of tuna here." Grim drawled, patting his paws along your arms. Sighing, you picked up your utensil and turned away from Floyd. However, before you could bring the spoon anywhere near the container with Grim's food, Floyd's hand snatched the utensil away from you.

"Floyd, what are you-" You were cut off when he pushed a bento box towards you.

"Shrimpyy~ You gotta eat! I cooked that myself y'know." He beamed at you, draping his long arms over your shoulders. You opened the lid and gasped at contents of the meal inside. Floyd had made a Butter Salmon Bento, and you'd be damned if you didn't think it looked good. "Floyd, this is incredible...thank you very much!"

"Of course~ Here, I'll handle the baby seal for you." Before you could even say anything, he snatched Grim from your lap and tossed the cat onto the table in front of him.

"I'll even feed him for you!" Floyd laughed and took some tuna, pressing it forcefully on Grim's mouth. Grim, understandably, was reluctant to open his mouth. Floyd, on the other hand, was not about to give up so easily.

The eel hummed and leaned forward, gritting his sharp teeth as a deranged smile grew across his face.

"What's wrong baby seal? Eat it." Floyd hissed, malice oozing from his lips. Grim flinched and decided to just bolt, taking the tuna with him. "Like hell I'm doing that!"

Grim scutters away as you watch with a sheepish smile on your face. Floyd laughed contentedly and sprawled across your lap, staring up at you in adoration, his mission finally accomplished.

"Hehe~ Will you feed me next, shrimppy~?"

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Tension - Jenni Hermoso x Reader

A/N: started this like 3 months ago but didn’t finish and not written smut in ages hehe. 3465 words.

Tags: oral, fingering, finger sucking, strap on use, praise, slight breading kink, orgasm denial. 18+ smut MINORS DNI

Summary: tension leads to sex

You and Jenni had clicked since she moved to your club, you both were mischievous and kind of cheeky so you two spent the majority of your time playing jokes on your teammates or running away from them when they inevitably got quite upset with you two.

Which brought you to now, you and Jenni were on the run, having thought it was funny to fill a bucket full of water balloons and dump it on a couple of your teammates, who didn't find it quite as hilarious and you and the older Spaniard.

You were currently running down a random hallways, pretty certain that you had just been going in circles, just about to turn the corner when you saw your teammates, backs facing you, quickly and quietly turning, you had planned to go back the way you came but you heard footsteps at the other end of the hallway. Jenni clearly has the quicker reaction time as she grabbed your arm and tugged you into the closest room which happened to be a storage closet; and not a very big one.

What in reality was only a couple of minutes, felt like years, as you closed your eyes and listens to the footsteps grow louder before they faded, strings of angry threats directed at you and your tattooed accomplice.

When it had grown quiet you suddenly became very aware of your position, the closet was small, very little room to move around so you were pressed against the door, Jenni pressed against you as her hands held your firmly against the door. You looked up and noticed just how close she was, she had a stupidly attractive smirk on her face as she stared down at you. You could feel her hot breath on your face.

You couldn't deny how insanely attractive she was or the massive crush you were harbouring for the older woman but she had never showed any signs of being into you so you buried these feelings deep inside you so you didn't lose her completely.

You noticed her slightly leaning in, so you mirrored her actions, the only sound that could be heard were you loud breaths. Your heart hammering in your chest as you inched closer, lips millimetres apart, you could feel her hands grip your hips tighter as your own had found its way around her shoulders , fingers toying with the hair at the back of her neck. The anticipation was almost unbearable as the pace in which you both leaned in was slow, too slow for your liking, as you were about to make to move to close the gap you heard a loud bang on the door, your whole body tensed as you separated, before you could even question anything you heard one of your teammates at the other side of the door.

"We know you're in there, get out here now!"

You turned to Jenni who didn't look too pleased at the interruption, you reached for the handle, ready to face the consequences when you feel her grip your waist, pulling you flush against her front, hot breath on your ear as she whispered, "I will have my way with you sooner or later Bonita."

Hands dropping from your hips as the smirk returned to her face, you were frozen and you were pretty sure your face was the same colour. She reached around you to open the door, you yelped as you were broken out of your thoughts by a sharp pain in your ear as you were dragged out of the cupboard by your teammate.

Your punishment was laps and you were not allowed to communicate with Jenni for the rest of the training, to be honest that sucked more than the laps, you and Jenni could spend hours talking able anything and everything. However it did give you a chance to reflect on your almost kiss and also the words she spoke in your ear.

The more you thought about Jenni, her hands on yours, her breath on your neck, imagining her holding you down as she had her way with you was suddenly a lot. Discreetly rubbing your thighs together and trying to focus on the tactical analysis meeting but it was no use. Spending the rest of the meeting in your own head, occasionally glancing in her direction and trying to meet eyes with her, you had succeeded once, sending her a bright smile but a sharp pain in your side from when your teammate hit you was enough to sour your mood and diverting your eyes to the front.

You were one of the last ones to leave the training facility, staying behind with the physio to check out a minor tweak in your calf which fortunately hasn't ruled you out of this weekends game.

Your drive home was peaceful, your thought plagued with Jenni.

Entering your apartment you were confused, you heard the tv playing but you brushed it off as you had forgotten to turn it off. You were happy but also scared when you noticed that there was a tall, raven haired figure sprawled across your couch.

"Jenni," you said gently, trying not to startle her because she had clearly not heard you enter, she glanced over at you, huge grin on her face, one which you couldn't help but replicate.

"Hola bebita," she spoke, opening her arms for you, you dropped your bag before flopping in her arm and burying your face in her neck, you heard her giggle before her arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer. You lay there for a while, inhaling her familiar scent as you faintly heard her softly breathing, the tv playing but only as background noise as you lay wrapped up in your best friends arms.

Her hands tangled in your hair, stroking it as her other one was softly tracing patterns up your arm and on your back, almost lulling you to sleep. You positioned your body so you were facing her, dark brown eyes intensely staring into yours. Just like earlier, it was like a magnet was pulling you both together, you both began leaning in however unlike earlier, even though there would not be any interruptions, you did not want to take any chances so you surged forward and connected your lips, clearly catching her off guard and she let our a small gasp, although she gained her composure quickly and began to dominate the kiss.

Without disconnecting your lips, you manoeuvred yourself so you were straddling her hips, keeping yourself hovering over her with your hands either side of her head, her hands were like vice grips on your hips, she moved one up to the back of your neck to take further control of the kiss. She caught your bottom lip between her teeth, sucking on it and pulling away with a pop, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes.

Her mouth attached to your neck, sucking and nipping the skin, you threw your head back, giving her more access to more skin. Both hands now roaming your hips and torso while her mouth still explores any bit of skin she can, her teeth sinking into the flesh on your collarbone quickly followed by her tongue to sooth the fast forming mark.

The only sounds that can be heard are your whines and moans, the sound of wet kisses; thanks to Jenni and the faint sound of whatever tv show is on in the background.

Her calloused hands guiding your hips into a rhythm against her own, lips detaching from your neck momentarily to get rid of your shirt and bra, cold air nipping at your skin, lips immediately attaching to one of your nipples, tongue swirling around the bud before biting it, you let out a loud moan and arch your back so you're pressed further into her, the pain and pleasure mixed together only making you more aroused, she switched breasts, paying the same amount of attention to both breasts.

Your hips were now rocking, trying to get better friction but with all the layers it was very difficult, you needed more from Jenni, you needed her to touch you.

"Jenni, please," you whined, she pulled away from you breast and smirked at your start, face flushed red and pupils blown with lust.

"What do you need amor?" she questioned, hands now on your hips to stop you from rocking against her, you groaned while trying to keep your hips moving but it was no use, she was far too strong. You didn't answer so she brought a hand up and pinched your nipped causing you to whine and try pull away, she looked at you sternly, "I asked you a question amor, don't make me ask again.

"Please touch me jen."

Jenni stands up, hands gripping tightly on your ass as she walks you two to your bedroom, she throws you unceremoniously on to the bed before crawling on top of you, bringing you into a heated kiss, teeth clashing as her tongue roams your mouth.

She disconnects your mouths, she brings her mouth to your neck, trailing kisses and leaving marks as she kisses lower and lower on your body. Hands kneading your tits whiles yours are threaded through her hair trying to guide her lower, she is kissing just above the waistband of your joggers but is making no effort to move lower to where you desperately need her.

You groan when she detaches her mouth from your skin, she sits back on her heels and removes her t-shirt and bra in one go, your eyes shamelessly roam her muscular body, tattoos cover the majority of her arms but she looks incredible. She notices you staring and intentionally flexes her muscles causing you to whine and wriggle under her.

She moves completely off you, instead setting herself against the headboard.

"Off now," she commands, pointing at your remaining clothes.

You stand and wiggle out of both your joggers and underwear, leaving you completely bare. Once done you looked to Jenni who had also stripped.

"Come."

You crawled up the bed and settled yourself on her lap, straddling one of her thighs. Jenni groaned when she reached her hand between your legs and felt truly how wet you were, two fingers collecting some of your slick before running tight circles around your clit, your head fell into her shoulder.

The room filled with your moans as Jenni began teasing your entrance, suddenly removing her hand, you pull back from her shoulder ready to protest but you're left unable to, Jenni's fingers that are coated in your arousal slip past your lips and into your mouth, you take initiative and began sucking on her fingers, the Spaniard moaning when your cheeks hollowed out. She started pushing her fingers deeper in your mouth until the hit the back of your throat causing you to gag, she looked mesmerised with the sight of you naked on her lap while she has her fingers in your mouth, her eyes darken to an almost black colour and she starts fucking your face with her fingers, you struggle to breath so you have to breath through your nose while you relax your throat to take her fingers better, saliva dripping from your mouth as her pace quickens.

"That it, good girl. Taking me so well," she said breathlessly, you keened under her praise.

She removes her fingers, a trail of saliva still connecting you, she grips your hair before bringing you forward and connecting your lips, tongue instantly invading your mouth. Her free arm snakes around your back gripping the flesh on your arse tightly, urging you to grind against her thigh which you are more than happy to do, setting yourself properly on her thigh before gripping the headboard for support, rolling your heat up and down her thigh, coating it with your arousal. Skilfully grind on her thigh, you found the rhythm that provided you the much needed friction to your sensitive clit, Jenni angling her leg so she could flex her thigh muscles, heightening the pleasure. You tried to keep up with the kiss but your moans and whines meant you struggled, finding solace with your head buried into her neck, sloppily kissing the skin.

Jenni's hand left your hair, instead fondling your tit, rolling the hardened nub of your nipple between her finger before tugging. The coil in your stomach building, threatening to snap as you movements become almost frantic.

"Jen so c-close," you spoke through moans.

"Not yet Princesa."

"I- fuck! I can't."

"Yes you can, Mi niña buena."

You whined but tensed your muscles, trying so hard not to come without permission as you didn't want to disappoint Jenni.

You kept your pace, so close to the edge, mumbling incoherently as she helped your rock against her thigh.

You were just about to break, unable to warn her but somehow she knew, right as the coil in your stomach was about to snap she stopped you, you desperately try to move, only needing a slither of friction but her grip is strong as she manhandles you around so your back is pressed to her front, legs hooking under yours to keep them open.

"Nooo, I was so close," you whine as you look up at Jenni, orgasm slipped right through your fingertips.

She teasingly pouted at you, touch featherlight as her hands stroke your body.

Her eyes locked to her hand that is roaming your body, watching goosebumps appear as you react to every little touch with a small noise, only increasing when her hand would trail further down towards your cunt.

She flipped your position before slamming two fingers into you and setting an unforgiving pace, you screamed in pleasure as her fingers pounded into you, adjusting her wrist so she could get even deeper in you.

You felt sorry for your neighbours and wouldn't be surprised if you got a noise complaint, the room filled with a mix of sounds, the bed slamming against the wall with ever flick of her wrist, your loud moans, the wet sound of Jenni's fingers fucking you and occasionally a grunt or groan from the raven haired woman.

You were rapidly approaching the edge, hoping she would let you come this time. You threw your head back against the pillows as your back arched off the bed.

"No, look at me or you won't come."

Your looked down at her, eyes fixated on the way her fingers are swallowed by your pussy. She leans forward and lightly blows on your clit causing your hips to jolt, her spare hand splayed on your hips to keep them in place as she takes your clit in her mouth, sucking and pulling on sensitive bud, completely lost in your world of pleasure, knuckles chalk white due to the strong grip you have on the sheets.

Removing her mouth from your clit she shuffles up the bed, still fucking you with her other hand, she kisses you deeply, moaning against her mouth when you taste yourself.

Her other hand wraps around your neck and squeezes lightly, not enough to hurt you or to stop you from breathing but enough to send your head spinning.

"I'm so close."

You see her grin before her fingers still inside of you, a choked sob leaves your mouth at the second orgasm the tattooed woman has denied you, she cooed at you mockingly before removing herself completely from you and wiping away the tears that pooled in your eyes.

"Don't worry cari, you will come soon."

She climbed off your bed and turned to you, you knew she was looking for the toy drawer so you pointed it out, you saw her face when she opened it, surprise then a cheeky smirk. She pulled out your biggest strap before stepping into it and clipping it into place, turning to face you.

"Learn something new everyday," she teased, your face going bright red as you hid your face in your hands. You heard her laugh before she removed your hands from your face, lightly pecking your lips which was completely different contrast to how rough she had been all night.

She manhandled you into the position she wanted to fuck you in, face down, ass up and back perfectly arched. She pulled you back until you were right at the edge of the bed before she stepped back, enjoying the view.

You were dripping on to the sheets and this sight is something she wish she could frame, one that won't be forgotten anytime soon as she makes a mental promise to herself that this may be the first time but it definitely won't be the last.

With your ass in the air so exposed she couldn't help herself, she brought her hand up before forcefully bringing it down on your left cheek cause your body to jolt at the unexpected pain but a deep moan left you mouth, she repeated this process 5 times on each cheek until your ass was red and had her hand print, a choked out moan comes with one final smack, she is satisfied with her work and your arousal has basically soaked the bed.

"You did good, I am so proud of you," you keen at her words.

She steps forward, you sigh happily as you feel her gently rubbing her hands over the skin off your ass. She aligns the tip of the strap to your hole before teasing it around your cunt, coating it in your juices. When she is satisfied she realigns it and it one deep thrust she bottoms out into you, you whimpering at the stretch and also the fact that the air was knocked out of your lungs. She stilled, running her hands soothingly over your back, allowing you time to adjust to the stretch.

"That's it, relax and take it bonita, I know you can.”

You shuffle lightly, relaxing and allowing yourself to adjust to the sheer size of the strap she picked, once you had adjusted you started rocking back, fucking yourself on her cock. She noticed this and gripped your hips, jackhammering into your pussy, your nipples rubbing against the fabric of the sheets with every thrust, only heightening your pleasure.

"Fuck, taking my cock so well Bonita," you heard the lust in her voice, you couldn't even reply, just spewing out jumbled nonsense, completely lost in cloud nine.

The room filled with sounds of your loud moans and whines and skin slapping and she plows you. You hear a bang on your wall, presumably from your neighbour but you're too cock drunk to even fully comprehend it.

She grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling you flush against her front before the hand leaves your hair and instead wraps around your throat, her thrusts change from messy and fast to slow and deep, your head fell back onto her shoulder as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. With this new angle the strap was hitting deep, hitting your g-spot and making you see stars.

She leaned forward, biting your earlobe before she whispered in your ear, "Wanna hear you beg for it Bebita, wanna hear how much you want it."

"Pleas Jen, you feel so good. Want you to come inside me, please fill me up. I've been good haven't I?"

That flipped a switch in her, suddenly your head was being pushed into the mattress, her hand on the back of your neck and she planted a foot on the mattress to fuck you even faster than before. You tilted your head slightly to the side to allow you to barely breathe, the coil in your stomach about the snap as you barely had time to warn Jenni"

"Come for me," she growled, pushing you down harder.

That was all the confirmation you needed to let you and your orgasm hit you like a truck, your whole body shaking as your tightened around Jenni's strap, shock and pleasure coursing through your bones as your vision temporarily blacked out. When you came back to it, senses coming back as your felt Jenni still fucking you with force, you felt majorly over sensitive, whining as you tried to push Jenni away, her own orgasm fast approaching. After a few more thrusts Jenni's orgasm washed over her, slowing down to an eventual stop.

She removed the toy from you before collapsing on the bed, pulling you up and into her and you cuddled up to her, she softly stroked your hair, whispering praises to you.

You knew you both had to talk but that could wait and one things for sure, you didn't want this to be the last time.

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hurts so good | astarion a

summary: he’d gotten this devastating bright idea to ruin your life halfway through. stave off your pleasure for as long as he could, even if it meant you’d hate him in the morning. genre(s): erotica, romance warning(s): female anatomy, explicit language, bodily fluids, blood drinking, orgasm denial, brief anal play, cervix fcking, dirty talk, terms of endearment (love, darling), praise kink, drabble notes: heavily influence by this beautiful artwork by @looneylolita. screenshot credit

No time for pleasantries.

Just Astarion notching his hips to yours. Holding you so tight, the fat of your ass craters beneath his fingers as he fucks into you from below.

“Take your pleasure,” he rasps. “Take what you want from me, my love. Use me.”

The depth of his voice is enough to make you clench.

Like you haven’t been doing plenty of that already.

Each roll of his hips is languid. Deep. Purposeful. As if he’s on a mission to unravel every tangle of nerves in you with the slippery scrape of his cock. The head of it intermittently batters against your cervix, punching the air from your lungs.

You tremble so good for him, making his cock twitch and his body shudder.

You’re both saturated with sweat—or perhaps it’s slick? You gave up distinguishing the two after hours of this. This excruciatingly slow dance where you’re fucked within an inch of your life. He stops when your stomach pulls, and your mind floods with endorphins, and fuck.

It’s always with that wicked smile and the mischievous glint in his eyes that he tells you, “Not yet, darling. Gods, not yet. I need you to hold out for me a little longer. You can do that for me, can’t you, my love?”

As if it’s that easy a feat with his thumb running meticulous circles ‘round your clit, and his tongue flittering across your nipples.

The sultry gravel of his voice doesn’t help matters, mingling with the perfect amount of desperation. And the way he looks at you. Strips you down and exalts you like an idol to be worshipped despite the maddening thrust of his hips—

Gods.

You’re too drunk from the pleasure to argue—maybe it’s blood loss? It’s all so very frustrating. Confusing because hours ago, he was telling you to fuck him like he were your toy. And at first, you did, with hands pressed to his sternum for leverage as you bore down on him.

But he’d gotten this devastating bright idea to ruin your life halfway through. Stave off your pleasure for as long as he could, even if it meant you’d hate him in the morning.

Judging by the ethereal, orange glow seeping through your curtains, morning has already begun its sluggish creep across the horizon.

Astarion bucks his hips, bringing you back to the present.

You careen forward, catching yourself on your hands. You’re a panting mess, pupils blown wide, lips parting with the effort to breathe. You sift through the haze of your lust to glare at him.

His eyes crease with mirth in response.

“Astarion, what…what the fuck, man?”

He chuckles, something hoarse and abrasive that gnarls in your stomach. One of his hands smooths up your back to clasp around the nape of your neck. He brings you down to tempt you into a kiss, and he licks into your mouth, evoking a keening sound from your throat as his thumb tenderly skates along your cheek, betraying the devilish snap of his pelvis.

“Focus, darling,” he croaks into the space between your mouths. “Wouldn’t want you giving up on me after coming so far.”

It takes every bit of you not to smack him for being such an insufferable piece of shit.

You settle for growling something half-hearted, coming down onto your elbows, your hands bracing themselves on the crown of his head. You bury your face into the crook of his shoulder, pelvis rolling like waves dragging along the shoreline.

His hand pinches and pulls at your rear as you ride him, occasionally dipping between your ass cheeks to tease your puckering anus and fuck it all if he doesn’t know what it takes to push you to the outskirts of chaos.

He affectionately roots his nose against your neck, a groan rolling like thunder in his rib cage as he traps you in the circle of his arms.

“That’s it, love. Fuck me. Mmm, just like that.”

Behind shuttered lids, you feel the cold prickle of his fangs in your neck. You relinquish a sigh to the balmy air, your nipples sore and pebbled as they rub raw against the rigid pane of his chest whilst your hips rut against him at their own discretion.

Your senses are crowded with only him. The slow pull of your blood into his mouth makes your pussy quake, and you share dual moans from the feel of it. His hands glide down to your rear to steady you. To temper the pace as that sparkling feeling builds between your legs. You whimper with exasperation, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“Astarion,” you gasp, fighting against his grip around your body.

You wince when he retracts his fangs, and he breathes something sweltering and erratic as he drags his flattened tongue up your throat, fingers reaching through the riot of your hair and pulling.

“I know, darling. I know. But you’re performing so wonderfully for me. Stay with me. Just a bit longer.”

You sigh, the sound wet and painful as if forced from your lungs. Maybe if you’re good and continue to play at Astarion’s game, he’ll grant you the luxury of your release.

Until then, you settle for rocking against him, praying to the Gods above for a most handsome reward.

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