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jayparked · 10 months ago

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𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 | 𝒿𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑔 | 𝓂

snippet: "Ride me." Jay huffs. It's a command, not a request. He moves back to the head of the bed, adjusting the pillows before leaning back against them. Lifting the covers away from his body, he removes his boxers slowly. looking into your eyes as he does so. pairing: park jongseong x female reader genre: smut au: music producer jay, established relationship rating: explicit/18+, minors dni word count: 9.7k warnings: thunder and lightning storms, cigarette smoking sexual warnings: early morning sex, unprotected sex, lots of moaning, y/n tries to be a brat but jay aint having it, forced orgasm, oral (female and male receiving), jay almost lets y/n dom but then quickly changes his mind, spitting/mentions of drool, fingering, biting, marking, light bruising (from fingernails and biting), choking, language, some light foot worship, jay just really needs y/n to moan the way she did earlier so he can use it for his track, voice recording, brief use of sex toys i.e: restraints and vibrator, begging, whimpering, overstimulation, dirty talk, cigarette use, uhh jay uses the ashes from his cigarette on y/n’s nipples as a stimulant..., there’s some real good aftercare in there too so don’t worry, they’re like...grossly in love

The sound of the rain pitter pattering against the window is what initially draws you from your slumber. It falls rhythmically in a way that would normally lull you back to sleep, but the loud, harsh, fast contact of the water against the glass is almost flinch worthy. It isn’t an ordinary skylight window above a bed. The bedroom walls are slanted invertedly so that when you’re lying on the bed and look up, the window is slanted right above you. You watch as the raindrops hit the window and slowly slide down.

Yawning, you stretch out your arms and feel your muscles tighten before relaxing and you sigh softly with pleasure. You rub your eyes with your fists, blinking quickly as the moonlight escapes past the clouds barrier and cascades across your face causing you to squint annoyedly. Jay loves leaving the specially built blinds up at night, something you had to grow accustomed to after some time living together. Night after night watching him gaze wistfully towards the moon, it became your favorite part of your nightly routine. Watching that look of childish wonder gloss over your boyfriend’s eyes...there’s just nothing like it.

Tonight, the sky isn’t so peaceful. Lightning angrily streaks across the sky making you jump and clutch the flannel sheets to your chest.

"It wake you up too?"

You gasp, a sharp intake of breath causes your voice to squeak.

"You scared me, Jay!" You slap your boyfriend's shoulder lightly with the palm of your hand. He chuckles and rolls onto his side to face you, black hair swooping down over his forehead, just above his very awake looking eyes.

"Sorry. The thunder woke me up a little while ago. I was waiting for it to get you next." The edges of his eyes pinch together as he smirks, his voice sounding more sultry than playful. You shake your head trying to distract yourself from leading your mind down that alley. But it's hard when he looks that good and especially since you just had a dream about his-

"So. Now that we're both up..." he whispers and runs his pointer finger down your arm from your shoulder to your fingertips. "What should we do?" His big innocent eyes are all a ploy, you know that for sure. His pupils are blown out and his breathing is uneven. He knows exactly what he wants to do...and you're not sure if you're against it.

"How about..." you start slowly. You run your hand up his naked chest, feeling his muscles flex under your palm. He sighs and closes his eyes, completely enjoying the feeling of your hand rubbing against his bare skin. His sleep swollen lips part open and you can hear his breaths coming out sharp and quick, his heart rate rising quickly. You guide your hand down his chest and over his abdomen which makes him take in a sharp breath between his teeth. Jay's eyes remain closed so it's easier to marvel over the way his bottom lip starts to quiver, or the way the moonlight cascades shadows off his eyelashes, or the way his cock becomes more and more visible as it hardens under the sheets.

"How about we go back to sleep!" You say excitedly and remove your hand from your boyfriend's body. You throw your head back into your pillow and quickly close your eyes, pretending to instantly fall back asleep. If only it was that easy, right?

"I think we both know there's no point in sleeping now," Jay says, a low growl vibrating deep in his throat. He grasps the sheets in his hand and with one quick motion he throws them off your bodies and onto the floor. Cold air coats your skin and you tuck your knees up to your chest to try to keep in the warmth.

"Oh. Don't worry." Jay grabs your shoulders and turns you on your back, grasping your knees and opening up your legs so that he could kneel between them. "I'll warm you up real quick."

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, your stomach on fire with anticipation of what's to come. A streak of bright lightning flashes outside once more, followed by a loud clap of thunder over your heads. Jay moves his hand from your shoulder and rubs his palms up and down your thighs- the warmth of his skin makes you sigh and your shoulders relax further into the bed as his hands get further and further up your leg. He gets closer and closer to the edge of your pajama shorts, each time his hands move up and down your legs you're annoyingly aware of the nearness. Like a magnet, your hips move downward to shift your body closer to him, trying so desperately to close that distance. All you want is for him to reach his long fingers underneath your shorts and relieve all of the tension building up at your clit.

"You still with me?" His voice is sultry, almost grainy. He leans back against his heels, now even further away from your heat. But that doesn't stop his roaming hands. Jay's thumb rubs against your talus and moves down to the arch of your foot. At first you flinch from the contact, his fingers tickling your skin. But you relax as he continues to massage your feet, total bliss overtaking your body.

"Sorry," you sigh out. "Feels so good."

Jay smiles, the hunger gone from his eyes for a moment and in their place is the look of a caretaker wanting to bring comfort. He longingly looks at your foot as he continues to massage it and as you look at him you can see clearly how much he loves you. With every soft and delicate touch down to the way he treats every inch of your body as if it were a prized gem.

But then the hunger returns and he moves away from your feet, crawling up towards your face until his lips are mere centimeters away from yours. The heat from his breath makes you hold in your own breathing, your lips parting, desperately wanting for him to kiss you.

This small action does not go unnoticed and Jay prides himself in his ability to have you wrapped around his beautifully long fingers. "Is there something you want?" His lips barely brush over the tops of your own with his annunciation of 'you want'. Shivers run down your spine and your eyes flutter closed, tilting your chin up towards him and elongating your neck. Jay lets his eyes roam over your body, licking his lips as he focuses on the spot of your neck that he knows is extra sensitive.

"What do you want?" His voice is so soft, far beyond a whisper or even a murmur and it completely contrasts against the ever nearing booming of thunder. There's a hidden softness behind his eyes as he peels them away from your body to look into your own. His bangs are falling over his eyes again and you take your hand to sweep them away. Instead of resting your hand back at your side, you cup his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your fingertips.

Sighing, you can only manage to get out one word in response, "You."

Both of your lips pull together with a force stronger than magnets. There's a faint remnant of smoke hidden behind his breath that's so addicting you can't help but deepen the kiss further. Tongues swirl together and it feels like you've slipped into a dream. One of his hands cradles the small of your back while the other one weaves fingers into your hair. A light tug on your scalp makes you moan into Jay's mouth and he replies hungrily by taking your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling gently yet hard enough to make your head lean forward so that your shoulders lift off the bed.

Jay pulls your body forward more, the hand on the small of your back raising you up until you're both sitting facing one another. His chest feels warm to the touch despite the chill that lingers in the room. You don't blame him though. Your body also feels like it's radiating more heat than normal. With each kiss adds a whole other degree to the body temperature between the two of you. And you just can't get enough.

"Ride me." Jay huffs. It's a command, not a request. He moves back to the head of the bed, adjusting the pillows before leaning back against them. Lifting the covers away from his body, he removes his boxers slowly. looking into your eyes as he does so. This man is so confident it's almost unsettling. But you know he knows how much you love watching him undress. And it wouldn't be Jay if he wasn't teasing you in some way.

The band of his boxers dips below his hips, exposing his deep muscle lines. The bulge of his cock is so prominent it's making your mouth water and legs twitch with anticipation. Finally, he pulls them all the way down and releases his hardened cock from its cotton cage. He looks harder than normal, the redness of his skin a whole new shade of red than before. A large vein pulses at you, encouraging you to get closer and indulge in all the pleasures it offers you.

When Jay's hand grasps his shaft and strokes lazily, that's when your mind starts to feel hazy. Your mouth starts to salivate and that burning need between your legs is growing so intensely if you don't act on it soon you just might combust right here in this very spot.

You crawl towards your boyfriend slowly, watching him leisurely pump his cock in a way a cat would watch a mouse eat. Batting his hand away, you take his thickness in both of your hands, feeling the warm blood pump through his veins. Jay winces as you grip him a little tightly, the tip of his cock nearly throbbing in your hands from the pressure. You lean over him and open your mouth slightly, allowing a bead of drool to drop down and run down the side of his shaft.

"Fuck." Jay leans his head back against the headboard and moans.

"I'm so hungry for you," you purr and flatten your tongue against the side of his cock and lick one long stripe up to the tip, swirling your tongue around it before sliding your tongue back down again. Jay moans underneath you, muscles already shaking from the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Do you want me to suck you off or ride you?" You continue to use your tongue to play with him, licking down to the base of his cock before leaving little love bites at the base of his stomach and along his hip bones. Using one of your hands, you reach upward and apply pressure as your hand climbs up his stomach muscles, feeling every curve against your palm until you get to his chest and repeat the motion downward. Another moan leaves his beautiful lips and you can't help but smirk as you realize you could do this all day. Watching him melt in your hands and seeing him mentally debate with himself was a power surge unlike any other.

“Ri-ride me. I want you to ride me.” The words barely come out audible. His eyes are wide as he blinks rapidly, trying his best to stay present, his jaw and neck muscles bulging. He’s so close to the edge you think about ignoring his request. If you just suck him off all the way through, there would be punishment. No doubt about that. As appealing as being punished by your super sexy boyfriend might be, you decide to abide by his request and position yourself over him, your entrance hovering over his weeping cock.

“No more teasing.” The pleading tone is gone from his voice. Instead, it’s commanding and authoritative.

But you choose to ignore that once again.

“Can you even last?” You stick your tongue out playfully, gently biting down as you smirk. Your hands roam over his chest and lightly graze his nipples, a small act that normally drives him insane and right now you can see the clear focus in his eyes. You picked the wrong night to try to be playful.

“Fuck it. You wanna play games? I can play games.” In one sweeping motion, Jay has you on your back, his body hovering over yours. His hand is back on the small of your back, his fingertips gently kneading the muscles of your flesh before he digs his nails in, leaving a trail of scratch marks down your spine.

He tilts his head to the side as he looks into your eyes, pausing to think about something that thrills you to your bones. You’ve never been with a more imaginative partner before and although sometimes his ideas seem scary at first, you trust him completely.

“Oh,” he says simply. “You thinking about something interesting?”

“I’m thinking about all the ways I want you to fuck me.”

“Oof. What a foul mouth you have. Such vulgar words coming out of those pretty lips of yours. I’d fill it if I wasn’t so inclined to fuck that pussy of yours.”

You hitch in a breath, that tingling sensation spurring back to life deep within your core.

As if reading the thoughts of your body, he moves one hand slowly down your midsection, pausing right above your pelvic area. You want to rub your thighs together, hell, you want to touch yourself- no screw that, you need him to fuck you right here and right now. A floodgate of desire opens up within you and you need his cock inside of you. Now.

“Jay please, please fuck me. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.” It came out whinier than you initially intended, but now’s not the time to dwell on one’s tone.

Completely and utterly satisfied with his victory, Jay lines his cock up with your entrance, the tip of his head brushing past your folds and picking up the slick coming out of you. Moaning with the contact, as little as it may be, you try to scoot down further to feel him against your clit. But he holds your hips down firmly in place. You’re not going anywhere unless he wants you to move.

Jay pauses and turns around, grabbing your pillow. You push on your feet, lifting your ass off the bed so that he can rest the pillow underneath there. Now, slightly elevated, he has a better angle and a straight accessway to your g-spot.

Leaning forward, Jay lightly wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing lightly. Your eyes flutter backwards, already at risk of coming undone from the buildup alone. His pointer finger is pressing right where the sensitive spot on your neck is underneath your ear and it takes everything you have to keep yourself from moaning like a sick person.

The head of his cock teases your entrance once more, getting closer and closer until literally just the tip goes inside before he abruptly pulls back out.

“Please. No more teasing.” You beg, wiggling your shoulders as you pout.

“Not so funny now that you’re on the other end, huh?” Jay lowly chuckles and that’s when he thrusts his hips forward, his cock sliding right into you.

“Oh!” You yell as the tip brushes against your g-spot instantly. Your gasp gets caught in your throat because of his hand around your neck and you nearly swallow your own words. The restricted airways has your head feeling lighter than normal and it gives you a new high that’s impossible to feel if he would have done this without his hand squeezing your neck. Your walls contract instinctually around him, desperately trying to adjust to his length and girth. The light tug feels so satisfying and you grip his forearms tightly, fingernails leaving small half-moon shaped marks in his skin.

“Ugh, you’re so wet and still so tight,” Jay whines and slowly moves his hips back and forth, not enough to remove the head of his cock from you, but enough to brush against your bundle of nerves over and over and over again. He releases his hand from your neck and moves it down on the bed to support himself as he quickens his pace.

Arching your back already, you shut your eyes tightly as you try to keep yourself from coming too soon.

Not quite sure if it’s the angle, the day, or the way he’s rhythmically moving his hips, but this all feels too good. Even more so than sex with Jay usually is. The way he's pounding you into the mattress has your body contorting in what should be inhuman ways. Your arms bend as you grip the sheets above your head, your back arches in a possessed like manner as Jay continues to use his cock to send you over the edge. Sex has never felt this good before. He has never made you feel this good before. Your body is shaking- no, vibrating as you feel that white heat getting closer and closer. Your breath hitches in your throat before you let out the most pornarific moan you've ever heard in your life. Upon hearing you, Jay stutters inside you, his orgasm hitting him harder than he expected. You're still coming down from your own high, the dark spots in the corners of your vision are finally disappearing.

"Holy fuck," Jay pants as he slowly removes himself from you. “You’ve never made that sound before.” He’s sitting back on his heels once more, staring at you with a look of wonder. There’s a spark in his eyes, one that you recognize, and you stifle a laugh knowing what’s about to come next.

“Inspired?” You smile.

“Immensely,” he delights. His fingers start to tap rhythmically against his thighs as he looks over to his music equipment in the corner of the room. In the most innocent and inoffensive way, he’s long forgotten you as his creative mind kicks into overdrive.

“Go.” You yawn. “I’m gonna go back to sleep.”

Jay leans down and gives you a quick kiss on your temple, leaving the bed to quickly pull on his sweatpants and seating himself in his chair, firing up his computer and putting on his headphones.

Your eyes droop slower and slower, getting heavier each time you blink. The last thing you see before sleep takes you is your boyfriend leaning forward in his chair, back muscles rippling as he lights a cigarette, the smoke swirling up towards the ceiling as he exhales, dancing through the fringe of his bangs as it ascends.

“Ugh!”

Your eyes shoot open, sleep being yanked away from you by a loud bang and the yell from Jay. Sitting up, you see your boyfriend’s fists clenched tightly, resting on either side of his keyboard. His face is red, the vein on his temple starting to bulge and his shoulders are hunched so far that his shoulders are almost touching his ears.

“Jay? What’s wrong?” You rub your fists into your eyes, trying to keep the grumpiness of being abruptly woken up at bay.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He slides his headphones off his ears so that they’re sitting at the base of his neck. The ends of his hair is coated with sweat, the tips of his ears red from the headphones being on for too long. Pivoting his chair towards you, you can see the stress lines on his forehead and the strain in his eyes. There’s a nearly finished cigarette tucked between his fingers at the knuckles and a few finished ones lying in the ashtray by his keyboard. He huffs on the one in his hand quickly before putting it out in said ashtray and then climbs onto the bed to sit across from you, his knees touching yours.

"I've been working on this track for the past three hours now. I just can't get the pitch right." He shakes his head in defeat, a long sigh leaving his lips as he does so.

"This happens all the time, but it’s okay. You always get it in the end." You try to sound encouraging but instead your voice comes off dull and uninterested.

Jay's mouth pulls to the right side of his face, making the lines by his cheeks and dimple deepen. "This one is different. I'm already starting to forget how you sounded."

Baffled, you tilt your head to the side and nervously laugh. "Me? I thought I dreamt that!"

"Yes you! I've never heard anything more...more...more," he snaps his fingers as he tries to think of the right word, "more exhilarating! It was dramatic. It was sexy, inspiring even. It was a sound that could tell anyone what you're feeling. It's pure bliss." His fingers absentmindedly make their way to the divot on the inside of your knee, rubbing slow deep circles into your skin. On a regular day, the touch would barely be noticed. Right now, on the other hand, his touch ignites a fire in your blood, raising your body temperature to a whole new degree. It's suddenly hard to swallow and you're very, very aware that you are watching as his lips form words as he speaks, barely comprehending said words at all. The way his jaw moves and the way his mouth molds around each syllable and seeing flashes of his tongue gently touch the rooftop of his mouth.

"Y/N? You fall asleep with your eyes open again?"

You're brought back down to earth, blinking rapidly as you feel your boyfriend softly shake your shoulder.

"Sorry," you rub your eyes and suppress the urge to yawn, "I guess I'm still tired."

"Let me tuck you in." He goes to lay you back down and you gladly let him.

"Here," you mumble, lips barely moving and eyes already shut. You let the weight of your arm bounce against his side of the bed . "You should sleep too. Take a break. Work later."

He doesn't respond but his weight is still on the end of the bed. You can feel the dip and you just want him to lie down already.

"Jaaayyy," you whine, eyes still closed.

"I think," his pitch has changed, a low murmur making your eyes pop open wide immediately. You know that tone. You know it all too well and your body starts to overheat again, "I want to do something else."

Slowly lifting your head, you intend to look into his eyes, but you're very quickly misguided as you watch your boyfriend slowly pumping at his cock, quickly making himself go from semi hard to fully hard in mere seconds. His blue boxers rest below his hip bones, giving yourself a full display on the thing that is going to wreck you into the next dimension momentarily.

"O-oh." You sit there frozen, unsure of what to do next.

"I know I just fucked you but honestly? I can do better." There's a devilish smirk painted onto that beautiful face of his and you've never been more excited to be a sinner.

You match his smirk and use your feet to kick the covers off the bed and before you're done with the action, he's on top of you. Lips that usually feather lightly across your body now hungrily nip and lick over your rib cage, around your hip bones below your stomach line, and over the swell of your collar bones. Each nip and pull makes you shiver beneath him, your hands tracing over the muscles on his back. Your legs come up and hug his hips, now trapping him in place. One of Jay's hands grabs a fistful of your yellow night shorts, tugging them to the side but not necessarily taking them off. His thumb digs into your hip bone while he kisses around your breasts. The closeness of his fingers to your core is driving your body absolutely mad. You're already so turned on and ready to be touched and you know that he knows that that's what you want.

And yet…

His tongue delicately swirls your nipple and you hold your breath for a moment. The coolness of the air mixed in with his saliva makes you feel chills throughout your entire body. He flattens his tongue directly on the tip of your nipple as he squeezes the other breast with his hand and you quickly move your hands from his back and into his soft black hair. You grip tightly at his roots, already feeling your back start to arch as he continues to lick and lap at the hardening buds on your chest.

"Hmm...already?" He chuckles as he takes your nipple between his teeth.

"Hnng," You groan out and grip his hair tighter. Your breathing shallows and your body can't decide what it wants. You want him to rub your clit oh so badly but you don't want him to stop massaging your breasts. The way his tongue swirls around your nipple is almost too good. No one should be this talented with their mouth.

He moves to the side of your breasts and leaves love bites in an array of patterns on your skin.

"Why'd you stop?" You gasp and grip his shoulders. The love bites feel great, they definitely don't help the surge of arousal going straight down into your shorts, but you know you were close to coming and you've never come from nipple stimulation alone.

"You weren't moaning how I wanted you to. Ah- which...actually reminds me..." And just like that, his body is off of yours, taking the heat with him. Getting off the bed, Jay opens one of his desk drawers and removes a small microphone with a clip. You watch as he gathers the necessary chords, no ordinary recording device would do. He quickly attaches one end of the chords into his computer and fishes the rest of the line out as he walks back towards the bed. Still holding the hand sized device, he places his knees on either side of your hips, giving you a full view of his beautifully erected cock. You mentally note that he has definitely shaved recently, his skin looking so soft and kissable. The thought of kissing and sucking at the areas around the base of his cock makes your mouth water. While he busies himself with trying to find a way for the microphone to rest on top of the headboard without falling, you help yourself to a little taste of him.

The tip of his cock is salty with precum and you lick your lips quickly to lubricate them. Jay's hips instinctively flinch backwards, but once he looks down and sees what you're doing, all he does is smirk and continue to work on setting up the microphone.

You slowly insert the head of his cock onto the top of your tongue just inside your mouth. Exhaling, you let your warm breath fall across his shaft and small goosebumps appear at his midsection. Taking a long stripe from the base of his cock and back to the head, you avoid any chastising about teasing by promptly inserting him fully into your mouth, slowly and inch by inch allowing him to sink further and further back into your throat. You go until the tip of your nose and your lips touch his midsection, his length now fully submerged in your throat.

"Jesus you're not playing around tonight aren't you?"

You hum a response that makes his hips sputter, a stuttering groan leaving his lips quickly followed by a whispered ‘fuck’.

Slowly moving your head back, you go until the tip is almost past your lips before moving back down his shaft. You keep up the slow pace, mostly to annoy him and also to insure that he doesn't come anytime soon.

His hands, without warning, are weaving through your hair as you swirl your tongue around his tip. He guides you, quickening your pace and he continues to hit the back of your throat over. And over. And over-

Jay pulls himself back and his cock is out of your mouth.

"You're a sneaky little devil. You almost had me." He wags his finger at your face, making small tsk tsk noises with his mouth as he recenters himself and pulls his boxers up, hiding his beautiful cock from view. "Now, where was I?" He leans back towards the microphone and turns it on, a bright red light blinking up on the side. Adjusting the angle one last time, he's finally happy with his setup.

"Do you know what this is for?" He points to it and gets off the bed. Humoring him, you shake your head no.

"I need you to make that sound you made earlier. Do you understand? I don't want it. I need it."

Worriedly, you realize he's heading towards the closet and fear and excitement root into your chest as you watch him bend down to the last drawer of the dresser and take out a shoe box.

Sauntering back to the bed, he carelessly throws the shoe box onto the bed and some of its contents fall out. A bright blue vibrator as long as your forearm is the first you see followed up by light gray fuzzy handcuffs. There's more in the box, at least half a dozen other toys that Jay only likes to break out when he feels like you need to be punished, or if he needs a specific reaction from your body.

Right now, you're thinking it might be both options.

Jay picks up the handcuffs and looks them over in his hands. He's acting as if he's never used them on you before and that in itself is thrilling because now, you don't know what's going to happen next.

Pulling out three more pairs from the box, he wordlessly cuffs your wrists and ankles to the bedposts while you willingly, and wordlessly, allow him.

Still without words, he moves back to the bed. That's when you notice how steady his breathing is. And although appearing to be calm under a heated situation, his cock continues to throb and twitch, the head surely getting redder and angrier by the second underneath his boxers.

His hands are moving down your body, feeling every curve, reading every detail in your skin as if he were reading braille. Fingers dip inside your waistband, hooking around the material before sliding them down your legs, annoyedly realizing that he should have removed them before cuffing you to the bed. Without blinking, he grasps the material between his hands and tears the fabric as if it were nothing more than a single sheet of paper. The anticipation of his touch is driving you crazy and you're never going to get over the fact that your boyfriend has now literally torn your clothes off your body in order to get you naked.

"Please, babe," you pull at your restraints, the fuzzy padding protecting your wrists from any real harm and you try your best to spread your legs out further for him, "touch me."

Unresponsive, Jay eyes your core, looking at it in a way a man starved looks at a loaf of bread. His hands are on your thighs now, deeply kneading your muscles with his fingertips. His thumbs graze over bruises from previous escapades and it feels borderline euphoric.

"Touch me." You repeat and watch angrily as he remains unresponsive. His hands dip lower, over your knees and down to your shins. Desperation bubbles up from within the pits of your belly and rises until you feel it fester in your throat until you can't keep it down any longer.

"Touch me!" You yell and not so gently nudge his side with your leg. Finally, he looks up at your face and chuckles under his breath.

"So needy," he says with disappointment, but a smile paints softly across his face. "So ungrateful and so spoiled."

Jay's hands move quickly, fingers suddenly grip tightly at your hips as he raises up your lower half until it's level with his face. You bite on your bottom lip to keep yourself from yelping as his fingernails scratch into your skin before moving to support your weight by cupping your ass. You can feel his hot breath hovering over your clit, making you feel just how truly wet you are. Jay gulps down hard, looking as if being presented with a grand holiday meal.

"You're glistening, baby," he groans, proceeding to attach his lips onto your clit. The moment his tongue makes contact with your slickness, you inhale quickly. Finally, finally some contact.

He swirls his tongue slowly around your clit, no longer making direct contact. Gathering as much juices as he can, he spits it back out onto your clit. Warm mixes with cold and you sit up quickly only to be pushed back down by your boyfriend's strong hands. He keeps his hand on your chest right below your collarbone as he uses his other hand to wipe your juices and his spit around your clit.

It's so wet you almost miss the feeling of his bare hands.

"So, so messy." He tsks at you and continues his movements. "What am I going to do with you, Y/n? Hmm?"

You stay silent at the sound of your name instead of his usual pet names for you. His piercing brown eyes stare deep within yours as he continues to stroke you.

"Do I let you come from my fingers? From my tongue? From my cock? What will make you make that pretty...pretty sound again?"

You whimper as he inserts a single finger into your hole, your vagina naturally clenching around the digit. It's not enough. It's not enough. It's not enough.

Jay chuckles and you know he's finding humor in the way he has you wrapped around his finger...well...quite literally. He knows how weak you are when it comes to him, knows you'll do anything for him and knows exactly what to do to make you feel good.

"Are you going to be a good girl and make that pretty sound again? Hm? For me?" He inserts another finger and slowly curls them inside you, beckoning you towards him and touching that spongey bundle of nerves that sends you straight into the heavens.

"I'll try!" You cry out, wishing that he would apply more pressure inside of you so that you can finally release the orgasm that has been building up bigger and bigger. You’re honestly not sure if you can make the same moaning sound that he’s referring to because, quite honestly, you have no idea what you sounded like in the first place.

Jay pushes down your hips that you weren't aware you had raised upward. He keeps his free hand there while he quickens his pace with the other. The beautiful and sinful acts that his fingers can do to your body are coming into effect as you start to shake beneath him. Your breathing is more ragged than ever and you pull as hard as you can at your restraints without caring if it'll hurt you later. The coil deep within your body starts getting tighter and tighter, readying itself to break and unfurl.

You open your mouth to let out a deep, long moan but right as the sound erupts out of your mouth and into existence, Jay pulls his fingers out of you and sits back, completely untouching you.

Your orgasm disappears in a snap and you groan out angrily.

“Okay what the fuck,” you sound angrier than you intended.

“Can’t let you come like that. It’s too easy.” He looks at the bed and pushes past some of the toys until he finds one that breaks out that devilishly handsome smile that you love oh so much.

In his hand he’s holding a simple, small, white vibrator.

Now, vibrators aren’t your favorite and he’s well aware of this. You come too quickly and aren’t able to savor that sweet build up feeling of fire within your lower half, that numbness that overtakes the tips of your toes and makes you want to kick them straight into a wall. The fact that he picked this out of the box of other torturing devices means that he plans on making you come. A lot. And in a short period of time.

Upon realizing his intention you think about pleading with him to use something else, anything else. The tiredness behind your eyes creeps up slower than the night, but it does not slow its pace. You want to come. You want to make him come. And then you want to sleep wrapped up tightly in your boyfriend’s arms.

Jay turns the vibrator on and watches as it purrs to life in his hands. He strokes the length of it as if it were the back of a cat. Now, looking at you, he grins, showing his pearly white teeth and another wave of arousal washes over you. Power exuberates from every inch of his body as he saunters back over to you. A bead of sweat forms at your temple and slowly slides down past your cheekbone. It tickles and makes you shiver, but you don't take your eyes off Jay.

"Are you ready?" he says softly upon reaching the edge of the bed. Standing in between your legs, he waits for your response.

You sigh, "yes," and let the muscles in your legs relax.

Jay places the tip of the vibrator on your left thigh and you moan immediately at the touch, feeling the sensation creep up to your core. The vibrator stays in place for a few moments while Jay watches your expressions intently. His eyebrows are furrowed so deeply that they almost touch and his mouth is scrunched together and pushed to the side. This has become more than sexual pleasure.

This is a science experiment.

"How does it feel when I do this?" he queries and moves the vibrator slowly up your thigh and stops just before it touches your core.

"It feels...torturous." Your hips start to shake purely from lack of physical contact where you need it the most. You try to hold in your pouts, try to hold in your pleading, but if your clit goes any longer without getting relief you're going to lose your mind.

"Good." And then right as you're about to beg for him to touch you, the vibrator is thrust right on your clit with a strong unmoving pressure.

Your hips roll forward and you don't have time to think before you cry out and feel your orgasm come and go quicker than you can blink. The vibrations run deeply through your body and after waiting so long, you just couldn't hold on.

"Whoa. Record time." Jay smarts but keeps the vibrator on you.

As you come down it starts to feel uncomfortable. Overstimulation is not something you're able to have the patience or willpower for.

“You can keep going,” Jay encourages and increases the speed on the vibrator. You whimper and look at him anxiously as your whole body begins to tremble.

“Moan for me, baby. Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me.”

They’re not moans quite yet. It starts off as small gasps as your body desperately tries to adjust to the overstimulation, angry when it realizes it can’t. That’s when the tears prick your eyes. You try to be tough and hold on but you feel another orgasm being forced from your body and you cry out in pleasured agony.

Jay removes the vibrator mid orgasm and your muscles immediately collapse into the bed. Panting harder than a dog on a hot summer day, you truly hope that that was the sound he’s looking for.

“Hmmm...not quite…”

“Please, Jay. Let me help you come. Forget about the sound. Let's get you off so we can go back to sleep.” Your throat feels hoarse as you talk from lack of water or the intense screams and moans, you’re not sure. Perhaps a mixture of all of it. Either way, you’re tired and you wish you could help him, but this project seems like a lost cause.

“Rest for a second. I need to listen to something.” He moves quickly to his computer, putting his headphones on crooked and clicking away at the screen. Your body is too tired to watch what he’s doing.

A few moments pass before Jay stands up again and you notice a freshly lit cigarette in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’ll untie you-” Jay pauses mid step and mid sentence and stares at the cigarette in his hand, quickly looking to your naked body, and then back at the cigarette.

"What's wrong?" You strain your head to try to meet his gaze but he's off in another world. His lips move as he mumbles lowly to himself, words incomprehensible to you from this far away. Taking a long drag from the cigarette, he holds in the smoke as he observes the cancer stick before walking closer to you. He’s sworn to quit so many times, but claims the nicotine helps him stay focused when he works on long projects. It’s not a favorable habit, but you just cannot deny how sexy he looks while taking a long drag from a cigarette and letting the smoke swirl out of his pretty lips. It fits his artistic rockstar image a little too well.

Finally you're able to catch: "that wouldn't be messed up...would it?"

"What wouldn't be messed up?" Annoyance is a nice way to put how you're feeling right now. You're just laying here, tied up and your boyfriend is only five feet away from you, completely ignoring your existence. Unfortunately he does this often; spacing out, talking to himself, unable to sense his surroundings. When it's music related it's admirable. When you're involved? Straight up annoying. But it’s even worse when the two are combined.

"I have...a crazy idea. Please let me know if it's too out there and we'll discard it immediately."

You gulp down what feels to be a big rock in your throat that doesn't want to be swallowed. His tone is cautious yet excited and he doesn't look you directly in the eyes but off to the side of your head.

"What is it?" You say slowly, wishing more than ever that you could sit up and talk to him face to face.

Jay brings his cigarette up in front of his face, his eyes concentrating hard on the object in front of him.

"I want to use the cigarette ash as a stimulant on you."

Immediately the first thing that comes to mind is 'what the actual fuck'. You've never heard of anyone using any part of cigarettes as a form of sexual pleasure. But then you let your mind breathe for a second and the idea sounds rather...arousing? Just the thought of Jay flicking his cigarette ash onto your body sounds so degrading and he usually doesn't dip in that direction sexually.

He's carefully watching your face now, looking for any sign that you're not on board with this.

You smile.

"Where on my body?" You say seductively. His eyes light up, that same sexual deviant smile back onto his face. Excitement is evident as his chest rises and falls at a quicker pace. And finally, finally, he walks towards you, that cigarette held loosely between his fingers.

His shadow casts over your midsection as he towers above you. One arm crosses his chest while his other arm, the one with the cigarette, rests on top. It looks like he's about to take another drag but stops himself just before it touches his lips.

"I was thinking...your nipples?"

Your mouth immediately starts to water and your legs involuntarily shift, wanting ever so badly to rub together. Suddenly you're hyper aware of how hard your nipples are. They're like little gumdrops resting on top of your breasts and when you close your eyes you can still feel the wetness of Jay's tongue as he swirled his tongue around them.

Most people use candle wax or ice cubes as nipple stimulants.

But then again, you and Jay aren't most people.

"Please. Do it." Eagerly, you roll your hips forward and jut your chest forward towards him. A deep hunger is rooted in his eyes as he takes a quick huff, blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling before climbing onto the bed. Your heart is beating fast and hard in your chest as you wait for him to make his next move.

Jay’s cock twitches back to life, a newfound surge of want coursing through his veins while your body reacts the same. He quickly checks to make sure his microphone is still on and then puts the cigarette between his lips. He gives himself a quick pump as he moves closer to your body.

Forget the cigarette ash, you think to yourself. You want him.

And he apparently wants you too.

Jay’s hands move expeditiously down the sides of your body, running over your hips and down your thighs as he positions himself between your legs. He uses the head of his cock to rub against your swollen clit, your hips bucking with the sudden contact. Unlike previously, Jay is in no mood to take his time. After rubbing up and down your folds a few times, he uses your slick as lubrication and promptly inserts himself into your hole. He grunts deeply as he bottoms out and you’re left gasping as your body adjusts to his size. Jay rests his chin on top of your head as he breathes heavily around the cigarette hanging crooked in his mouth, away from your hair. The smoke wafts around you and slightly burns your nostrils but you love it.

He’s addicted to cigarettes.

You’re addicted to him.

After giving himself a moment, Jay finally starts to move, rocking his hips slowly back and forth to generate some momentum. A deep moan gurgles from the back of his throat and you can see in his eyes how difficult it is for him to hold himself back.

The air in the room gets stuffy with the heat of your bodies mixed in with the smoke. It makes you both pant harder, faster.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Jay growls and sits back, his cock unfortunately slipping out of you. He takes your legs and sets your feet against his shoulders and realigns himself with your entrance. Without giving you both time to adjust, he slams deep within you, your body jolting in response as he hits your sensitive spot.

“Fuck!” He yells and quickens his pace, his cock relentlessly filling every inch of space within you. Small whimpers move past your lips and a fire lights behind Jay’s eyes.

“What was that? I can’t hear you?” As his hips continue to rock into you, he grabs the microphone off the top of the headboard and shoves it in your face. With his other hand he takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side before leaning down, hovering the cigarette a few inches above one of your nipples.

You look up at him hopefully and you’re open to tell him it’s okay when he taps his pointer finger on top of the cigarette, gray ash tumbling down towards your body.

“Ah!” You exclaim as the ash hits the peak of your breast. The initial impact of the ash to your skin makes your body panic, completely unused to the sensation. But then, it feels erotic. The nerves in your nipples sing with pleasure and your back arches as the warmth sinks deeply into you. You watch as your breasts bounce with each thrust Jay gives you and the ash rolls down onto your chest.

He continues thrusting and taking drags from his cigarette despite looking winded and exhausted. The headboard bangs against the wall, mirroring the thunder still booming in the distance. Soft groans and moans fill the room until Jay pushes your legs closer to your face, going deeper inside of you.

“Dear god your pussy is just too good. You’re still so wet after everything else. Always wet for my cock aren’t you?” His thrusts are getting longer, sloppier.

“Always. I love your cock,” you exhaustedly whisper. You can feel that coil deep inside you wanting to unspring so badly and only Jay can get you there.

He takes a final drag from his cigarette and flicks the biggest chunk of ash towards your nipple. You moan out as it makes contact at the same time the tip of his cock kisses deeply against your cervix, a high pitched moan that makes your eyes roll backwards.

And then he presses his thumb on top of your nipple, smearing the ash on top of you and right as he does it he thrusts so hard and deeply into you and holds himself there.

“F-uh-uck!” You sputter out the mother of all moans as your orgasm rips through you making you see a bright flash of white.

“Oh shit!” Jay grunts and thick ropes of cum spill inside you.

You both take a moment to regain your breaths. Then Jay removes your legs from his shoulders, setting you down gently and fully removing himself from you. He moves to his desk and puts his cigarette butt into the ashtray and his microphone next to the keyboard. He takes a moment and places his fists behind his back right at his hip bones and leans back until a satisfying crack sounds out through the room.

Jay looks back at you with complete adoration in his eyes, a natural smile forming on his lips as he puckers them to give you an air kiss. Promptly untying you from your restraints, he rubs small circles into your wrists after he frees you, the pressure soothing your aching joints.

“I love you,” he mutters tenderly and places a kiss on top of your forehead.

“I love you too.” You smile.

He gets up and heads to the bathroom while you remain on the bed. You hear the bath turn on and run rapidly and the sound makes you feel the sleep wanting to pull you back in. You can't feel your thighs or any part of your lower half for that matter, but yet your muscles still tremble from the overwhelming aftermath of your multiple orgasms. Gazing upward, the white ceiling looks so dull above you and yet, somehow, comforting. Your mind instinctively tries to find pictures within the grooves but it proves to be too much work for your brain right now. So you go back to just staring absentmindedly. Jay is saying something from the bathroom but your brain is too tired to focus on what it was he was saying exactly. Body still trembling, you close your eyes and will for sleep to take you.

But then hands are on your body, lifting your head off the pillow. And then you're being carried, your body feeling weightless. You groan out for your bed, wanting nothing more than to be completely buried in blankets as sleep overcomes you.

The bathroom light has been dimmed and some of your favorite scented candles are lit on the counter. An aroma of lemon and rose petals waft throughout the room. You breathe in deeply through your nose and sigh out of your mouth, your body melting in your boyfriend's arms.

Jay gently places your feet on the mat in front of the freestanding soaking bathtub. There's mountains of bubbles already rising on top of the water and you can't wait to sink down into it.

Jay uses his hand to grip your elbow, guiding you as you put one foot in the water and then the other.

You sit up front where the faucet is dumping soothing warm water. You put your hands together and let the stream pool into your palms and run over your skin. This is total bliss and your aching muscles begin to relax happily.

Water splashes behind you and you turn around to see Jay getting into the bath as well. You smile at him before turning back around and picking up a handful of bubbles.

"What shampoo do you want? The good smelly one or the deep clean one?" Jay holds both bottles in either hand, looking back and forth between the two.

You look back at him and tiredly try to decide. The “good smelly one” is peach while the deep cleaning one is a tea tree extract.

"Would it be weird if I combined both? It honestly might be really good." He awaits your input.

"Both are fine." You nod your head and turn back to the front. You turn off the water and lay your arms over both edges of the tub.

Gentle hands run down your hair from the top of your head down to the tips before returning to your scalp. His fingers massage the shampoos into your head and a low wistful grumble escapes your throat. You feel the shampoo lathering in your hair and the way Jay's fingers move with purpose has you closing your eyes in pure bliss. He uses the pads of his fingers to massage deeply into your skull, nearly lulling you to sleep.

His hands leave your hair and you hear the clicking of another cap opening and then it clicks shut a moment after. His hands are back on your body but this time they're on your shoulders. A strong lavender smell enters your nostrils and it dawns on you that he's massaging your soothing body wash into your skin.

It's silent in the bathroom except for the small droplets of water tinkling from the faucet into the tub. It's not an eerie silence, it's almost tranquil.

You spend a bit more time in the bathtub together. Jay completely taking care of you to wash off every trace of cigarette ash that was left on your body. His hands soothingly rub alongst every inch of your body.

“I’m ready to get out,” you sigh. You’re leaning against Jay’s chest, his bare skin comforting against your own, “before I completely fall asleep in here.”

“Okay. Let me get out first and grab your towel.” He attentively lifts your body forward to give himself some room to emerge from the bath. Water runs off his body and onto the tile floor as he crosses the room for his towel first. You pull the drain plug in the bath and watch as a tiny whirlpool appears.

After aggressively rubbing the towel in his hair, Jay wraps it around his waist to cover himself, his hair looking static as it sticks out in every which way. He grabs you a fresh towel from the cupboard, the fluffy white one you usually save for special self care relaxation days.

Padding his way back over to you, he drapes the white towel in both of his arms and holds it out, waiting to envelope you in it once you step out.

You stand up slowly, clutching the edges of the tub as you push yourself up. Your legs are still quite shaky. For the most part they still feel pretty numb. You lift one leg up carefully and find your footing on the tile before gingerly taking out your other leg. Jay wraps you tightly in the soft towel that could honestly be a blanket if one chose to do so. You sigh into it, your muscles relaxing as Jay dries you off.

“Let’s get you to bed. We can watch a movie.” After he says it, Jay pauses to look at you. Afraid that something is on your face, your hand touches your cheek questionably. He reaches up and moves his hand under yours so that he’s cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing softly against your cheekbone.

“I love you,” he says softly before leaning in and kissing your lips. As soon as your lips touch it feels like you’re melting into him all over again. And all too soon, the kiss is over.

Swiftly, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to bed as you giggle and cling to his neck. He lightly places you back onto the bed and pulls back the covers and quickly throws them over your body once you’re comfortable. Jay adjusts your pillow to make sure your head stays straight and makes sure every one of your toes is snuggled and warm before handing you the TV remote and then walking towards the door.

“What snack do you want?” He calls from the door frame, his hand lightly brushing against the soft pastel yellow paint.

“Surprise me!” You call as you flip through the different genre suggestions, your brain not even registering what the titles are.

After giving up and picking a random movie, Jay walks in with some water bottles and a bag of pretzels and climbs into bed next to you.

“Don’t you want to get back to your music?” You inquire as you grab a handful of pretzels. He gets himself comfortable next to you by adjusting his pillow, grabbing a fistful of pretzels himself once he’s done.

“Nah. That can wait. I just want to be here with you.” He smiles before popping a piece of the tasty snack into his mouth.

Your heart swells knowing how much he wants to be back in that chair working his magic. Normally you couldn’t drag him away from that stupid computer. So you don’t push it and snuggle in deeper next to him, letting your head fall against his shoulder.

Together you munch away, forgetting about sleep entirely, and listening as the thunder grumbles in the distance.

a/n: thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed :] if you did please reblog and leave a comment!

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mahi-wayy · 3 months ago

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐬

pairing : soldier boy x fem!reader

summary : you're ben's sweet little lamb.

warnings : age gap ( he's 105, reader is mid 20s ) unprotected p in v ( wrap up it people! ) creampie, dirty talk mixed with praise, ben being gentle ( kind of ? ) size kink, daddy kink, !reader cries during sex, whining. NOT PROOFREAD !!

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Ben is a big man. Standing at a six foot-one with broad shoulders and bulk of a man that comes from both compound V and his workout with you.

Compared to him you're tiny with your atleat a head shorter frame and tiny pinched waist and lean muscle that came from your actual workout.

That's why he calls you little lamb.

His sweet, soft kind little lamb with bright smiles and freaky mind and such cute sounds. He loves it how you can bring out a side he doesn't usually have around anyone, how your smaller softer hands makes him so fucking careful whenever he's around you of both his behavior and his physical force.

Which much to his own surprise carries over in bed.

"Fuck little lamb always so tight for me." He grunts, his much larger over looming over your much smaller trembling form.

Your hair a mess against the sheets, hands grasping the sheets and other clawing at his shoulder. You're always pretty to but goddammit this is favorite sight.

"Ben...Ben...too much...fuck too much..."

It's adorable how you never seem to be able take it - take him - shaking and whining and sobbing in your own words yet your body does.

Your walls all gumy and warm and soft like it was made for his cock, you always take him. It just seems to overwhelm her.

He grunts, keeping the pace steady along side her sobbing moans as he peppers kisses around her muttering how good you are, how well you're taking him when it slips your mouth.

"Daddy...please..."

It's a whimper, your voice trembling as you hold on for dear life.

His brain short circuits so quicks it would've have been funny if not for the situations because right now it has only made his hips thrust harder and faster.

"Daddy's sweet little lamb..." He groans. "Doing so good for me sweethear', taking my cock so well in this tight cunt. Fuck baby, you're prefect for me."

You whine out louder, nails racking down his shoulders and back.

"Daddy...please...slow too much..."

And fuck every time your shaking voice calls him that it goes straight to his cock. One of his muscular arms wraps around your waist, hiking you up on the mattress before his pace shifts.

Going from hard and fast to slower and deeper.

Ben doesn't usually go soft, not his style, not his taste but the sound you let out, the way your much smaller fragile body moves with each of his thrust makes it totally worth it.

"Daddy..."

The whine stretches out louder and it makes him growl his pace picking up just a bit. Fuck you're such a site under, all moans and sobs, desperately holding on either to him or the sheets. Pretty.

"I'm...I'm....daddy I'm-"

Your body practically goes on lockdown, walls clamping down on his cock, thighs trembling and nails scratching whatever expanse of his unbreakable skin they can reach as your orgasm crashes through you.

The sight of it and the way your walls squeeze him make his own orgasm wash over, his cock painting your insides white, marking his territory.

He groans letting himself fall over your exhausted petite form like oversized, overweighted blanket.

"Sweetest lamb." He mutters almost smushing his face in your breats. "You did good."

a/n : what inspired this? .....I'm 5'0. Jensen is 6'1 :)

tags : @bluemerakis @deansbeer @daylighted @soldiersgirl @h8aaz @titsout4jackles @bejeweledinterludes @littlesoulshine @mostlymarvelgirl @jmoonk @yawnzshit @bittersweetfig let me know if I forgot you or you want to be added or removed!!

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starxschaser · 11 months ago

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FIRST TIME - megumi fushiguro

୭˚. ᵎᵎ notes: nsfw, virgin!reader x megumi, first time, sweet sex, virginity loss, characters are aged up!

this one is for my sweet girl @whoskimii 🏩

“do you think you’re ready?”

even though you two have been together for almost 3 months, y’all never got to the point of doing it, you have always limited yourself to stramy make out sessions and sometimes even heavy petting but never actually done it. and it was making you nervous.

getting intimate with someone has never been your thing, you were afraid of it, afraid of not knowing what to do, of what the other person expected from you. you had your occasions, sure, but never felt ready enoughto actually make the step.

but with megumi it was different. he showed you love in the sweetest ways, letting you find some little notes during the day in which he wrote how much he loved you (since using the words wasn’t his thing) that always made you smile even in the darkest of days. he loved lifting you up so easily with his arms and spinning you all over his room, kissing your cheek until his lips were swollen.

it all started like usual, a small peck on the lips that turned into a hungry make out sesh on his bed, and now you found yourselves naked except for the thin little fabric of your underwear covering your skin. it was getting real now.

you tried your best to turn your gaze away from him, cheeks all red from embarrassment as he placed his index finger under your chin to lift your face up and made you lock eyes with him. “what is it, baby?” his voice was sweet and comforting, all you needed in that moment.

normally, you’d feel too exposed in a situation like this but, having megumi by your side, your sweet and loving boyfriend, there was no need to worry about a single thing. so you looked him in the eyes. “i just… need you.” you blurted out and suddenly you felt like you lifted a weight off your shoulders. there were no secrets anymore.

his expression suddenly changed, he was shocked. “love, are you sure? there’s no need to rush anyt-“ but his words were abruptly cut off by your lips, kissing him hungrily. he completely forgot what he was saying and kissed you back, lustily.

he placed his hands on your hips, lifting your body and placing it back into his lap to have a better view of you. “so pretty.” you shushed him up again with a kiss, your hands intertwined with his dark locks, something that you then learned he loved. his hands wandered all over your body but then reached the hem of your panties, playing with it softly. “should we rake these off? mhm?” he whispered in your ear, biting your love gently, without hurting you.

you nodded, almost sweating cause you were just so impatient. with a fast movementhe undressed you completely, letting your underwear fall onto the ground. “you’re so beautiful.” he started in awe, you were his goddess. his words made you blush but you felt too naked, so you tugged on his boxers with a pleading look in your eyes. “yeah, imma take these off baby don’t worry.” his hands cupped your cheek and he kissed your forehead lovingly.

once his underwear was removed as well his lips found place on your neck, kissing and sucking the skin, leaving soft marks on you. your soft breaths were like heaven for his ears, he realized he loved hearing you and when he found one particular spot he could listen to you moan his name repeatedly. “j-just hurry… please.” it almost sounded like a question, and he chuckled softly. “impatient girl…”

he lifted your body up once again, just to position it right on top of his tip, making your walls clench around nothing. yet.

you cursed under your breath while he gently entered you fully, stretching you out so nicely. “is everything alright?” he asked. you nodded in agreement, squeezing your eyes cause it was just too much. caressing your body he gave you a minute to get comfortable with it and, as soon as you gave him a little signal, he started moving slowly inside of you. his movements were lazy and they sent a shiver down your body with every little thrust.

you tried your best to hide your moan from him, finding them pathetic but as he picked up his pace it was nearly impossible since he was beginning to hit a particular spot inside of you, repeatedly. you were almost gasping for air.

“taking me so well, baby.” he babbled, his whole body filled with ecstasy as you gripped onto his shoulders for more support. you felt close, so close that you started babbling nonsense till he understood you perfectly.

“i know, i know. let it go.” he shushed you lovingly, resting his head on your shoulder, hugging you. you didn’t even realized you came until he stopped his movements, moaning one more time.

“fuck.” you uttered, regaining your breath. “you did so well, baby.” he patted your hair, praising you with a sweet smile on his lips as you blushed even harder than before. “thank you.” “you don’t have to thank me, love.” he chuckled softly “anything for my girl.”

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ nina.

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sleepberries · 3 months ago

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Hiii!!! How you doing? I hope ok!!

Hear me out on a spideyhood fic =Peter parker purrs

Cause some spiders like the wolf spider makes a sort of purring noise to attract mates waht if peter did it when hes happy or comfortable?

Let me now what you think hope you have a wonderfull day💖💖

My baby^^ (i love spiders so much☺️)

hehe yes ofc !! i've thrown some tidbits of peter purring through the series so far, but here's an actual fic for it 🙇‍♂️ i hope to explore more of peter's more spidery traits in the future !!

The Sound of Contentment

Jason was absolutely certain that he was hallucinating.

It had been a long night—the kind that left bruises blooming beneath his armor and fatigue settling deep in his bones. Patrol had run later than expected, a weapons shipment requiring more firepower than he'd anticipated. By the time he dragged himself through his apartment window at 3 AM, all he wanted was a hot shower and about twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep.

What he found instead was Peter Parker sprawled across his couch, fast asleep with one of Jason's dog-eared paperbacks open on his chest. This wasn't unusual—Peter had a habit of appearing in Jason's apartment at odd hours, usually with takeout or some crisis that needed talking through. What was unusual was the sound coming from him.

A low, gentle rumbling that rose and fell with each breath.

Jason froze halfway through removing his helmet, convinced his exhausted brain was playing tricks on him. He set the helmet down carefully on the counter and moved closer to the couch, tilting his head to listen.

There it was again. A soft, rhythmic vibration that sounded suspiciously like... purring?

"What the hell?" Jason muttered, leaning closer.

Peter shifted in his sleep, the book sliding dangerously toward the edge of his chest. Jason caught it before it could fall, marking the page out of habit before setting it on the coffee table. The movement stirred Peter, his eyelids fluttering.

The purring stopped abruptly.

"Mmm... Jason?" Peter mumbled, blinking owlishly up at him. "You're back. What time is it?"

"Late," Jason answered, still staring at him with narrowed eyes. "Or early, depending on how you look at it."

Peter yawned, stretching his arms above his head in a motion that was distinctly feline for someone supposed to have spider-based abilities. "Sorry for crashing. I was waiting for you and must've fallen asleep."

"Were you purring?" Jason asked bluntly.

Peter's sleepy expression snapped into sudden, wide-eyed alertness. "What? No. That's—why would you—that's ridiculous."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "You were making a noise."

"I was snoring," Peter said quickly. Too quickly. "I snore sometimes. May used to complain about it when I'd fall asleep on the couch during movie nights."

"That wasn't snoring," Jason insisted. "I know what snoring sounds like. Dick sounds like a chainsaw when he sleeps. That was..." He searched for the right word. "...vibrating."

Color crept up Peter's neck to his cheeks. "Must've been the heating system. Or your refrigerator. Those things make weird noises sometimes."

Jason crossed his arms, wincing slightly at the pull of a fresh bruise. "My refrigerator doesn't follow your breathing pattern, Parker."

Peter sat up, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "Look, can we pretend this conversation isn't happening? I'm still mostly asleep and you look like you've been hit by a truck, so maybe we should both just... go to bed and forget about this."

"Fine," Jason said after a moment, too tired to push it. "But this isn't over."

Peter's relieved smile was worth letting it go. For now.

"You're the best," Peter said, standing and stretching again. "I'll take the couch. You look like you need a real bed more than I do."

Jason nodded, already heading for the shower. "There's leftover pizza in the fridge if you're hungry."

"Already found it," Peter called after him.

Of course he had.

Jason didn't forget.

For the next two weeks, he paid closer attention when they were together, watching for any signs of the strange sound he'd heard that night. But Peter seemed to be on his guard, carefully maintaining control even when they were relaxed together.

It wasn't until movie night at Jason's apartment—Peter's choice, some science fiction film with questionable physics but decent explosions—that Jason got his second clue.

They were on Jason's couch, Peter tucked against his side with Jason's arm draped casually around his shoulders. The film had hit a quieter moment, the protagonist having an emotional revelation about the nature of time or existence or whatever—Jason had lost track about twenty minutes in, more focused on the warm weight of Peter against him.

And there it was again—so faint he almost missed it. That gentle rumbling vibration.

Jason went very still, not wanting to alert Peter that anything was different. He concentrated on keeping his breathing even, his posture relaxed, while straining to hear the sound better.

Definitely purring. It was subtle, more felt than heard, a continuous vibration that seemed to emanate from deep in Peter's chest. It had a strangely soothing quality, like the distant rumble of summer thunder.

Fascinated, Jason experimentally tightened his arm around Peter's shoulders, pulling him a fraction closer.

The purring intensified slightly.

Interesting.

Jason waited a few more minutes, then slowly, deliberately, began running his fingers through Peter's hair—something he'd done before, knowing how Peter leaned into the touch like it was the best thing he'd ever felt.

The effect was immediate. The purring grew stronger, and Peter melted against him, eyes half-closing in apparent bliss.

"You're not watching the movie," Peter murmured, though he made no attempt to move away from Jason's touch.

"The movie's boring," Jason replied, continuing the gentle motion of his fingers through Peter's hair. "This is more interesting."

Peter made a noncommittal noise, then seemed to realize what was happening. The purring cut off abruptly, and he tensed under Jason's arm.

"You're doing it again," Jason said, keeping his voice neutral.

Peter sighed, defeated. "Damn it."

"So, purring," Jason said, fighting to keep the amusement out of his voice. "That's a new one. I thought your whole thing was spider-based."

Peter groaned, burying his face in Jason's shoulder. "It is. But apparently some spiders make vibrations to communicate. I didn't know I could do it until... well, I didn't know until someone pointed it out."

"Someone besides me?"

"Gwen noticed it first," Peter admitted. "Back when we were together. She thought it was cute."

"But you don't," Jason guessed, noting the embarrassment in Peter's voice.

Peter lifted his head to look at Jason, his expression a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. "It's weird. It's one more thing that makes me not... normal."

The way he said "normal" made something twist in Jason's chest. He knew that feeling too well—the sense of being fundamentally different, marked by experiences that separated you from everyone else.

"Normal is overrated," Jason said, meeting Peter's gaze steadily. "And for the record, I don't think it's weird."

"No?" Peter looked skeptical.

"No," Jason confirmed. Then, because he couldn't resist, "I think it's hilarious."

Peter punched his arm, but there was no real force behind it. "Jerk."

"Your jerk," Jason corrected, resuming the gentle motion of his fingers in Peter's hair. "Now purr for me, bug boy."

"Spiders aren't bugs, they're arachnids," Peter said automatically, but he was already relaxing against Jason again. "And I can't just do it on command. It just... happens when I'm really comfortable or happy or... whatever."

Jason smirked. "So I make you happy, huh?"

"Don't let it go to your head," Peter muttered, but there was no heat in his words. After a moment, he added more quietly, "But yeah. You do."

Something warm unfurled in Jason's chest at that. He pressed a kiss to Peter's temple, oddly touched.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the movie playing forgotten in the background. Eventually, as Jason continued his gentle ministrations, the purring resumed—hesitant at first, then more confident when Jason didn't comment on it.

It was... nice. Soothing in a way Jason hadn't expected. The steady vibration against his side felt intimate somehow, a wordless expression of contentment that Peter couldn't hide or fake.

"I like it," Jason said finally, his voice lower than he'd intended. "The purring. It's... I like knowing you feel safe with me."

Peter looked up at him, surprise evident in his expression. Then his features softened into something warm and genuine. "I do. Feel safe with you, I mean."

Coming from someone who had spent so much of his life in danger, who carried the weight of responsibility that came with his powers, it felt like a gift—that trust, that vulnerability.

Jason tightened his arm around Peter's shoulders. "Good."

The purring grew louder, and neither of them mentioned it again that night.

After that, the purring became a regular part of their relationship—a barometer for Peter's comfort and happiness that Jason found himself listening for without even realizing it.

He discovered that certain actions were particularly effective at triggering it: running his fingers through Peter's hair, tracing patterns on his back, holding him close after a particularly harrowing patrol. The sound became a comfort to Jason too, a tangible reminder that despite everything—their dangerous lives, their complicated histories, the odds stacked against them—they had found something good together.

One afternoon, after a rare day when neither of them had responsibilities, they were sprawled on Jason's bed, Peter half on top of him, both of them drifting in and out of a lazy doze. Peter was purring steadily, the vibration rumbling against Jason's chest where Peter's head rested.

"Does anyone else know?" Jason asked suddenly, the question occurring to him for the first time. "About the purring, I mean."

Peter was quiet for a moment, the purring faltering slightly before resuming. "Gwen did. Aunt May figured it out eventually—kind of hard to hide when you fall asleep on your guardian's lap. And I think Matt noticed it during patrol once, but he was polite enough not to mention it."

"So just the people closest to you," Jason observed.

Peter nodded against his chest. "It's not something I advertise. Can you imagine if the Avengers found out? Fantastic Four? I'd never hear the end of it."

Jason smirked, imagining the reactions. "Their loss. It's cute."

"You think everything I do is cute," Peter said, the smugness in his voice unmistakable.

"Not everything," Jason countered. "Your cooking is a crime against humanity. And that dance you did when you thought you won at Mario Kart before realizing you were looking at the wrong screen? That was just sad."

Peter lifted his head to glare at him, but the effect was ruined by the lingering softness in his eyes and the fact that he was still purring. "You're the worst, you know that?"

"So you keep telling me." Jason ran a hand down Peter's back, smiling as the purring intensified in response. "And yet, here you are."

"Here I am," Peter agreed, settling back against Jason's chest. After a comfortable silence, he added, "Does it bother you? Really?"

Jason considered the question seriously. "No," he said finally. "It's just part of you. Like everything else."

He felt rather than saw Peter's smile. "Red Hood, secret softie. Who would've thought?"

"Tell anyone and I'll deny it," Jason warned, but he was smiling too. "Gotta maintain my reputation."

"Your secret's safe with me," Peter promised, the purring growing louder as he relaxed further. "Just like mine is with you."

Jason tightened his arms around Peter, feeling strangely protective of this unusual trait that Peter had trusted him with. It was one more piece of the puzzle that was Peter Parker, one more thing that made him who he was—brilliant, strange, endearing, and entirely unique.

And maybe a little bit cat-like, though Jason would never say that to his face.

"Go to sleep, Parker," Jason murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Peter's head. "You're keeping me awake with your engine running."

Peter's laugh vibrated against his chest, mingling with the purring in a way that Jason felt in his bones. "Your fault," Peter mumbled, already drifting off. "You started it."

As Peter's breathing evened out into sleep, the purring continuing softly, Jason found himself thinking that of all the unexpected turns his life had taken, this might be one of the strangest—and definitely one of the best. Sharing his space, his life, with someone who literally purred with contentment in his presence.

It was ridiculous. It was perfect. It was them.

And really, what more could he ask for?

#asks #my fanfic #spideyhood #jason todd x peter parker #peter parker x jason todd #dc x marvel #marvel x dc

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hockeygirl101 · 3 months ago

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Sidney Crosby

Husband and wife 18+

Warnings- this story contains 18+ content. Including- sex (no condom), domsid, subreader, breeding kink, marriage, ass slapping, dirty talk. Please be advised. Thank you.

Sid’s laughter echos through the hotel hallway as we speed walk to the elevators. The wedding had been perfect, Sid looked so handsome, I had reminded him of that fact every chance I got, making him blush once or twice. As the evening went on, we both drank more and more. Once the wedding had evened, guest returning to the hotel, we made our way upstairs.

The second we had stopped foot in the elevator, Sid had been on me, grabbing my waist practically pulling me onto him. His lips found mine quickly, pulling me into a deep, wet hot kiss. His hands finding my ass underneath my dress, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. I gasp at the sudden pain, Sid takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth, exploring as deep as I’ll let him. The elevator dings, alerting us of the arrival at our floor. Sid gently removes me, breaking the kiss staring into my eye.

“Never thought I’d get you here.” He mumbles as he leads us out. Into the hallway, fishing the key out of his pocket. I understand where he’s coming from. Sid was older than me, by quite a few years. I was only 21 when we met, now 24 getting married. Sid was 37 when we met, he had swept me off my feet at a charity event for the team. He had asked me to dance and that had been it. I knew I was going to marry him. Not for his money or his fame. But for loving me, treating me like an equal no matter what. I had finished my degree in journalism, I had a good paying job. Sid is just my husband, nothing more, nothing less. We arrive at the door, before he opens it I tug his jacket making him face me.

“I love you, so much.” I lean up and place a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“I love you too baby.” He whispers back opening the door. “But right now, I’m going to fuck you like I don’t. Go get undressed.” He says moving to the bathroom closing the door. A chill runs up my spine, I quickly unzip my dress and step out. I sit in the edge of the bed waiting for Sid, I can hear him in the shower. Once the water turns off I hear the door open. Suddenly he’s in-front of me.

“Good girl.” He bushes some hair out of my face, smiling down at me. “Now face down ass up.” He drops the towel, I stare. Even after all these years I still wasn’t used to seeing just how much of a man he truly was. I apparently don’t move fast enough, before I know it, Sidney is man handling me into the position he wants me. Giving my ass a quick smack he leans down to me ear.

“You have no fucking idea how hard I’ve been all night. The dress is so pretty baby, you looked so beautiful. Can’t wait to fuck my wife yea?” He mutters in my ear, causing me to whine out. “No whining, I’m giving it to you.” He says as he slowly slides his cock into me, stretching me out. I can’t even think a coherent though, he slides in inch by inch. Finally bottoming out, he takes my hands a holds them behind my back.

“Feel so tight baby, always so tight for me aren’t you.” He sets a steady pace, fucking his cock into me. I can’t even form words, just moaning and mumbling nothing. Sid slaps my ass again, making me moan loudly.

“Yea, all those years of having the guys chirp me for dating such a younger thing, yet here you are falling apart on my cock. And now I got a rock on that pretty little finger you’re not going anywhere are you baby?” Sid says as he picks up the pace, reaching down and rubbing my clit. My legs start to feel numb, I can feel the orgasm building in my lower stomach. Sid feels it too, rubbing my clit faster.

“Atta girl cum on my cock, yea cum on your husbands cock. Good girl.” My eyes shut and I let out a small scream as I cum. Sid not letting up his pace, I try to look back at him but he pulls out and flips me in my back. Looking down at me smirking.

“Gonna put my baby in you now, yea? Be a good wife, be a good mommy to? Make me a daddy?” He whispers in my ear as he slides in again, fucking me fatser and harder. He keeps whispering about making me a mommy my mind goes numb at the thought. Sid leans down and takes my nipple in his mouth, biting it. Making me snap back to reality.

“Yea you wanna be a mommy? Stay home and have my babies all the time? Having me cum balls deep inside you? Fuck baby, that’s it milk my cock.” Sid growls out as I clench around him, cumming again. Sid fucks into me for a few more strokes before finishing inside me. He lays on top of me gently, making me feel warm and safe.

“Good girl baby, did so good for me. Gonna stay inside so it sticks yea?” I nod as he rolls us over. Trying not to let any spill out. I burrow my head into his side, Sid stroking my hair, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as I fall asleep.

I love being married.

#ask ave #sidney crosby x reader #sidney crosby smut #sidney crosby #nhl smut #nhl #pittsburgh penguins

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f4ggydog · 6 months ago

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i think abt misty babytrapping you sometimes. ugh she's so slept on. fucking you raw, breeding you over and over just to make sure you're full. ughhh she's so slept on

MISTY BABYTRAP…SHIT…..im gonna faint im not gonna make it chat

misty’s obsessed with any sort of connection to you, honest to god. you have never left her mind since the day the two of you crossed paths. from there, you’ve occupied so much space in her mind that she can hardly sleep some nights. how is she supposed to rest with such a lovely individual keeping her so busy?

the obsession’s gonna eat her alive. her thoughts are going to devour her whole. YOU are going to eat misty alive. she can’t bear it anymore. another second without you is another second she desires to be closer to death.

misty remembers your routines, notes where you take stops and turns to get back to your place. she doesn’t mark a single placement on her map wrong. if she were to lose you, she’s not sure what she would do with her life. misty debates how she’ll get close to you, even contemplates dressing up as a delivery person so she can gain easy access to her residence.

without your knowledge, misty manages to find a way into your home. such a simple entry. you left one of your first floor windows open. you little forgetful thing…that would be your downfall.

misty creeps up to your bedroom. neither of your parents are home and that poodle-haired freak couldn’t be more grateful. once the door to your bedroom slowly creaks open, she takes notice of the fact that you’re asleep. it’s the early afternoon. had you not risen from bed yet? misty doesn’t care much. she can use it to her advantage.

misty peels your clothes off hastily, foreplay completely escaping her mind. she’s not thinking about a romantic sexual encounter. she’s thinking about leaving her mark on you, about showing a way that you’ll be hers no matter the circumstances. and you’ve got no way out of it, not when you’re unconscious and already stripped down bare.

misty’s hard on is aching through her pants. she squeezes her bulge for some relief before rapidly removing her pants and the pink boxers that come underneath them.

she tosses her clothes aside. they're obstacles, in the way of her most perfect lover. misty attempts to slip her fingers in your moist cunt, but flinches when you turn a bit. thankfully, you don't turn on your side and make it trickier for misty to stick her cock inside.

misty strokes her shaft above your body, precum dripping onto your tummy. she's got no qualms about messing with a sleeping soul. her balls twitch and her cock shudders. a shiver of pleasure runs through misty's veins.

you've teased her long enough. it was time to put her plan into action. misty parts your legs slightly before sliding into your pussy without ease. she struggles to fit in more than 3 inches and frets that you might bleed onto the bedsheets.

her cock pummels in and out of you, stretching you wide and filling your hole. misty's pace is persistent, never slowing down to allow you to catch a break. you're sleeping, not so safe and sound. why would she need to focus on your comfort during this?

no, misty prioritizes her own. she's intent on turning you into her personal sex doll. your pussy was made for her cock. you were made to be bred like a pathetic slut.

misty cums fast, not even lasting 5 minutes. she spills her seed deep inside of your cunt, but she doesn't pull out when she's finished. she fucks her cum back into you, ensuring that you are bred and knocked up for her. you deserve nothing less.

her balls are swollen and her tip is angry red by the time she gets closr to her second orgasm. the thought of a condom doesn't even cross her mind. that's her enemy. any contraceptive that prevents you from securing her future child is a sin. misty only hopes that you won't figure out that you're pregnant until it's too late.

misty briskly reaches her second peak, emptying her swollen balls inside of you and thrusting fiercely. she rocks the bed and places her hands on either side of you, balling the sheets.

"can't stop cumming," misty pants. "fuck, you feel amazing. so good, baby. so good."

misty doesn't pull out yet again. if any cum drips out, she won't be able to forgive herself. she might never get an opportunity to breed your cunt like this again.

"so good baby," misty chants. "fuck, you are gonna look so good with my kids growing inside of you."

(This was in drafts for a bit)

#misty quigley #misty yellowjackets #misty quigley x reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfiction #blurb #asks #smut #yellowjackets smut

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florencebirdsong · 7 months ago

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Leather Clad

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Agatha All Along Week 2024 - Day 2

summary: Agatha likes to work up a sweat before a big show.

tags: band au, strap-on (r receiving), bold reader, dirty talk, degradation - words needy, whore, slut & desperate used, biting, marking, rough, top Agatha, bottom reader

authors note: reader wearing pants and a shirt mentioned in removal of said pants and shirt - no detail given

ao3 | masterlist

“Evening, gorgeous.”

It takes a long second to put a name to her face. Mainly because it’s hard to believe she’s in a random bar the night before her show in front of thousands.

You aren’t sure if you should play it cool or ask for an autograph or faint at how good she looks in low light and leather.

“…hi,” you finally manage to settle on after way to long

You take a sip of your drink to try and help your suddenly dry mouth.

“What brings you out on a Wednesday night?”

“Probably the same reason as you.”

“Getting lucky?” she asks, unashamedly.

You look away in embarrassment. That hadn’t exactly been your plan. But that was before the lead singer of your favourite band chose to talk to you.

“Always a possibility in a bar,” is your try for a casual response.

The way you can’t quite meet her eyes gives you away.

“Oh?” she leans in closer. “You wouldn’t be opposed to someone whisking you away?”

“Not if it’s you,” your eyes drop to her maroon painted lips.

You watch they spread into a sharp smile.

“And if I didn’t whisk you very far?” she asks. You look up to try and see what she means. That doesn’t sound like a ‘my hotel is close’ line. “There’s single bathrooms here,” she says lowly.

Your mouth drops open in a silent ‘oh’. She wants to fuck you right here? The idea isn’t unappealing. Lead singer Agatha Harkness taking you in the bathroom of your favourite bar the night before you see her live.

She takes your hand and you expect her to drag you over to the bathroom but no, she moves it to her thigh. She slowly slides your hand higher until you hit something hard. Your eyes immediately drop down. There’s the slightest bulge in her leather pants. That’s all the encouragement you need. You nod hurriedly and her triumphant smirk makes the heat between your thighs grow.

This time she does pull you by the wrist and you willingly follow. She’s on you the second the door is locked behind you. Lips and teeth and a hint of whiskey. She presses you back against the door. You touch her with the same amount of fervour. Kissing back eagerly, opening your mouth willingly, hands sliding under her leather jacket trying to find skin.

She lifts one of your legs around her waist and grinds forward. Her hidden strap pressing against you hard enough to make you whimper. You feel her smile against your lips. You run your hands further up her shirt and tease the edges of her bra. You’re pressed too tightly together to do much more than that but it gets the reaction you want.

A harsh scrape of teeth over the pulse point of your neck. You groan and tilt your head back. Agatha unbuttons your pants and has them down past your knees in a second. You don’t have time to whine about the loss of pressure. Her strap bumps against your aching clit and you spread your legs as wide as you can.

Agatha chuckles lowly but doesn’t stop to tease you. She guides her strap lower and gently presses against your entrance.

“Please?” you gasp when she doesn’t instantly enter you.

“Say it again.”

“Please, Agatha, please fuck me,” you beg.

She seems to freeze for a moment and you think you’ve done something wrong until she fills you with one harsh thrust. You gasp at the delicious stretch. She pulls out and does it again. Your head drops back with a dull thud against the door as pleasure sparks through you.

“Someone’s been naughty,” she grunts. She doesn’t slow down and you manage a confused noise. It feels to good to try and concentrate on speaking. You don’t need to be an active participant in dirty talk, especially when she’s emptying your mind so fast. “Not saying when they recognise someone.”

Oh. Hadn’t you told her?

“‘m sorry, I just- “

“Couldn’t wait to get in my pants?” Her grip turns bruising.

You’d be worried if she sounded angry. She doesn’t. All that fills her voice is heat.

“N-no. Didn’ want to-oh-want to embarrass myself.”

“So you followed me into this stall like a needy whore instead?” she leans down to nip at the hollow of your throat. You moan and your hips buck on her next thrust. She huffs a laugh. “You like that, do you? Being my desperate slut?”

You nod and tangle your hand in her hair, insistently moving her lips back towards your skin. She laughs but obliges, sinking her teeth in deep enough to leave a mark. You arch into her and feel your orgasm coming on embarrassingly fast.

“Going to- going to-, “ you gasp.

“Already? I’ve barely touched you,” she says like she isn’t currently pounding into you.

One hand moves to circle your clit and it’s all you need to go flying over the edge. She smothers your cry with her lips and keeps running tight circles on your clit as her hips slow. It’s hard to feel anything other than the pleasure crashing through you and the added fire her touch adds.

She slows to a stop when you lean your head back again, breathing heavy. You grip her shoulders when she tries to pull out.

“Just- just give me a minute, please,” you stutter.

She hums her agreement and instead leans down to run her nose over your new marks. It sends a pleasurable shiver down your spine.

“Okay,” you say when you can somewhat feel your legs again. They tremble when she pulls out and are still a little wobbly when she stops supporting you. “Wow,” you murmur as you pull your pants back up.

“I have that affect on women,” she says cockily, fixing up her own clothes.

You resist rolling your eyes. She’s just shown you it’s true.

When you look up again you find her lipstick smudged to hell. You reach out without thinking and try to wipe off the smeared area.

“Careful dear, you’ll get me going again,” she says, voice low.

“You say that like it’s something I’d be upset about,” you meet her intense gaze and purposely swipe over her lips before putting your thumb in your mouth.

You hollow your cheeks and watch as her eyes darken further.

“You wear flavoured lipstick?” you ask innocently and she snorts.

“You’re a treat, doll.”

“Enough of a treat to see you tomorrow night?”

“You want a ticket?” She asks, sounding a lot less amused than she was a second ago.

“After,” the fact that you already have one isn’t the point.

She quirks an eyebrow and looks you up and down before slipping her hand into her pocket and pulling out a small white card. It has the logo of a hotel you recognise with a room number scribbled on the corner.

“The night after,” she says. “Unfortunately, there’s more to the end of a concert than just walking off stage.”

You try to restrain your nod from being too eager as you take the card.

“Totally, what time?”

“Any time after dark,” she says and you’re suspicious of her trying to sound cool.

You bite your lip.

“I’ll be there,” you say.

Her hand darts out to press on your fresh bite mark. You can’t help your whimper at the fresh heat it ignites.

“You will,” she says.

Day 3: Intern AU

#birdsong writes #aaa week #agatha all along week 2024 #agatha all along week #agatha harkness #agatha x reader #agatha x you #agatha all along #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #smut #agatha harkness fanfic #agatha harkness fanfiction #aaa.week

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matthewbernardswife · 26 days ago

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back from tour ~ chris sturniolo

a/n~ I know this is late but, THANK YOU SLUTS FOR OVER 100 FOLLOWERS!!!

summary~ Chris shows you how much he missed you while away on tour

warnings~ not proofread, established relationship, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap your willy), lmk if more

the triplets were on tour for about a month and you haven't seen them since you left. You missed them so much but especially your boyfriend, Chris. you ached without him. Now he is on his way home and you couldn't be happier.

chris had texted that he is only a few hours away from home and that he'll be coming over as soon as he stops at his house. He had told you to be ready for him because he missed you too much.

you are sitting on your couch when you hear your door unlock and Chris walks in. He curls up next to you on the couch while his lips linger around your neck and move their way up to yours. He kisses you like it's the last time he'll get to do so. Chris whispers between kisses how much he missed you and how he never could fully finish without you there.

His hand trails up your thigh and traces the edge of your shorts. Your breath hitches and Chris leans in to bite your ear.

"M'gonna show you how much I missed you, ma."

His lips linger before he picks you up and carries you to your room. As he lays you down his eyes lock with yours and don't leave them until he has shredded his shirt and sweats, leaving him in just his boxers. All you do is look up into his eyes with that innocent pleading look that makes him smirk. He starts to help you take off your shirt and shorts leaving you in just your panties.

"you're soaked for me. has it been that long?"

you nod, "long enough for me to craving you every night you were away."

"don't worry, m'gonna make up for lost time."

Chris leans down and places soft kisses over your bare chest leaving marks where he knows you're sensitive. his kisses trail down to your nipples where he sucks on one and massages the other. The need attention on both makes you squirm beneath him. Your pussy aches with each flick of his tongue and movement of his hands.

Chris removes his mouth and trails his hands down to your hips. he traces small circles on them as he kisses down your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your panties. you squirm under his touch which elicits a groan from him.

"you gon' let me take these off."

you nod quickly, "yes, please Chris."

Chris pulls them off and kisses your inner thighs. he continues to kiss on your thighs teasingly avoiding where you need him most. you go to tug on his hair but he already made his way to your core, licking a stripe up your slit.

His tongue circles in on your clit, kissing it gently before sucking it. Chris's tongue switches between flicking and sucking on your bud. You're a moaning mess and Chris hears every sound. You try to get more friction from him, so he brings his fingers up to your hole. he taps them at your entrance causing you to whine.

"p-please... Chris please..."

"please what, ma? use your words."

"anything, I need you," you whine.

Chris smirks before pushing his fingers into you. He curls them to hit just the right places inside you. he pumps them in and out at a fast pace until he feels you clenching. Chris removes his fingers causing you to feel empty and more needy.

"want to feel you cum around my cock."

Chris discards his boxers and lets his erection free. his hands spread your legs more so he can get a better angle. He lifts your hips up a bit more before lining up and pushing in slowly. You moan at the familiar stretch and fullness of his cock being inside you. He lets you adjust before starting to slowly thrust in and out.

the entire time he was gone on tour you tried to get to this feeling with your own fingers or toys, but nothing made you feel as good as chris's bare cock inside you. filling you up so deeply it makes you see stars.

Chris picks up the pace causing you to arch more. He continuously hits that soft spot inside you making you closer and closer to coming undone. But that's not enough for him. Chris lifts one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder. The new angle causes him to hit deeper inside you. He groans at the new feeling and picks up the pace. snapping his hips against yours at rapid speed, determined to make you both let go.

your moans are music to his ears. each sound makes him come closer to cumming. his dick throbs at every thrust in and out of you. he brings his thumb to your clit and presses down. you moan and clench around him.

each time he hits that spot, you see stars. his thrusts erase every thought in your mind. he grunts every time your walls flutter. you can tell he is close by the way his thrusts become sloppier and more rough.

"you gonna cum around me?" Chris grunts out.

"y-yes!"

you clench around him harder before releasing. the feeling is euphoric for him. he works you through your orgasm as he has his. Chris slows his thrusts and pressure on your clit. once he comes to a stop he gently pulls out and lays next to you.

"m'never leaving you for that long again," Chris whispers in your ear.

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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year ago

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Idk if this has been asked before but can we get a little something of Gawtin in heat?

- 🥤

Always

Pairing: Gawtin (female Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: cunnigulius, wlw, Gawtin in heat, mean Gawtin, rough sex, face fucking, crying, oversensitivity.

Word Count: 2632

Summary: When you wake in the morning to find your bed empty, you aren't concerned. Yet... with a sweet scent in the air you've never smelled before, you follow it out into the living room. In all of her glory sat Gawtin, your goddess, waiting for you.

Author Note: To be honest, I can’t remember if I’ve written one about her being in heat. I’ve written so much that it’s starting to get jumbled around. Even if I did, I will always write for Gawtin. I love my girl.

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There was this sweet, alluring scent in the air when you first woke up. Not one you’ve ever smelled before. You groaned and stretched out in your expansive bed, only to realize that there wasn’t a warm body pressed against you. Concern dripped into your veins. You stood up from the concave bed and wandered out into the living room.

In all of her muscular, massive glory was Gawtin, the goddess herself. Her head was thrown back, neck fully exposed to the world. A position rare for her to be found in. Both of her arms were thrown over the top of the couch, leg spread as wide as possible.

That’s when you realize how thick that scent filled the main area of the house. Without realizing it, you felt yourself growing hotter, more bothered. You toed into the living room and walked up towards Gawtin. It was her that emanated that odor.

The very second you were within range, Gawtin swiped out and snagged you. You were jerked into her lap as she heavily rubbed her jaw all over you. Her scent being messaged into your skin, forever stuck there.

“Whoa! Gawtin, love. What’s going on with you?” you questioned, truly worried if something had happened during the night to this morning. She’s never acted like this before.

Her muscular arms surrounded your waist and kept you pressed tightly to her sweaty chest. There was no chance for escape, not like you wanted to anyhow. You hummed and pulled your head away from all the scent marking. Your hands cupped her jaw and gave a small scratch to distract for a moment. “Love, what’s wrong?”

A growl built up in the back of her throat. Her claws gripped your covered skin and refused even a hair of space between the two of you. She dove back into the comfort of your neck and began to nip at the fragile skin. The flesh becoming flush with warmth and bringing blood closer to the surface. You gasped at the slight stinging. Your bottom lip was caught between dull teeth as you endured her strange treatment.

“Need,” she groaned into your neck and latched on with a particularly harsh bite. Her hips rocked up and forced yourself to grind down onto her waist. You sputtered a gasp and tightened your thighs around her hips. “Need you.”

Out of all the time you’ve been around Gawtin, for her to act this way was completely different. She was in such a needy, desperate state, you almost didn’t know what to do. You had to act fast.

You wrapped your hand around her throat and pushed back with all of your strength. If she didn’t want to be moved, she wouldn’t. But, the Yautja was feeling generous and all for you remove her from your neck.

Drool was dripping from her mouth, some of it wiped across the expanse of your throat. “Gawtin, what is happening to you?” You needed answers before continuing with this. You wouldn’t allow her to continue until then.

Gawtin huffed, hips rutting up but only causing you to grind against her. Your hand faltered around her neck before you tightened it and kept her pinned to the couch. Her mandibles twitched with irritation. “Heat. I’m in heat,” she answered with a gruff voice then caught your hair and yanked back on it. Your entire throat exposed to her now. Which, the Yautja happily took up the opportunity to latch on again.

“And that heat drives me beyond insane when you’re around,” Gawtin snarled against the column of your throat and nipped on the fragile skin. The sharpness of her fangs sliced your flesh and drew blood. The red substance dripped down from the opened wound. Her tongue was quick to swipe it up.

The vibrations of her growl tingled against you skin, causing goosebumps to rise. You squirmed in her lap, hands tightened before falling away.

“It’s your scent in the air. Tasting it, smelling it.” She groaned and dug deeper into your throat without realizing it. Her arm around your waist moved so her hand cupped your hip and kept you snug to her torso. She needed you pressed against her at all times. Not an inch of space allowed to disturb the two of you. “I need you, little one.”

The sweet scent in the air didn’t help your situation at all. You curled your hand into a fist on her chest and held back a groan that wanted to be released. “Okay, okay, Gawtin. I’ve got to go the strap on, alright?” You attempted to push back on her to gain some space to move off of her lap, but she wasn’t having it. She snarled dangerously low, claws biting into your skin. You hissed at the flare of pain that rushed through you. But you didn’t do anything to stop her.

“Gawtin, I have to go grab it,” you explained and tried to push again to no luck. You found yourself on your back with Gawtin shoving into your space, nearly suffocating with how much of her weight she forced upon you. Her talons pierced into the flesh of your hips and forced you to stay to her.

“Mine!” she snapped and growled from the back of her throat. A warning for all. Even to you. Not to touch what is hers. Including you. Especially you. You are hers.

You groaned at the pain and clenched your teeth. It hurt yes, but you knew you weren’t in any actual danger. She slotted herself between you legs and forced your thighs to your chest. A mating press. You gasped as she pinned you to the spot. Only one hand needed to keep you trapped to the spot. Gawtin leans up to admire her prize.

The smell only grew stronger the more she played with you. You began to pant, squirming underneath her. Your clit started to throb and swelling with blood the more she rubbed against you. It grew to a point that it hurt not being touched. All because of Gawtin.

In an instant, Gawtin rips every last shred of clothing that blocked the two of you. Her skin was hot, blazing to the touch. It nearly felt like it burned. No kidding this was called a heat.

One of your legs was let down, the other still forced to your chest. She placed a foot to your side and lowered her soaked pussy to yours. Everything that has been effecting had made you sensitive to the slightest touch. You groaned and clawed at her scales, causing her to jerk her hips up. The slickness pooling between the two of you caused her to easily glide.

This position opened both of you up. Her three clits bumping into your lone one. You jerked your hips up and causing a spike of pleasure to race up your spine. It hurt so good. Your toes curled as you gripped her scales. “Fuck, Gawtin. Ca-careful,” you warned her as if that would do a thing.

She growled again and buried her face back into your neck, taking in your scent. Her tongue dragged across your skin while her hips jerked between your open legs. Your jaw dropped with a pitiful whine, head thrown back.

In the back of your mind, oversensitivity raged but the pleasure she forced upon you was hard to deny. Your brows furrowed together, hands gripping her shoulders firmly. “I-I think I’m, ah, too sensitive for this, lo-ve.” Your voice trembled, trying to keep it together for a second longer. Yet, the electric shocks sprouting from your engorged clit crumbled any walls.

All you got in return was a snarl and her harshly grinding her hips down. Your hands flew to cover your mouth to stop yourself from screaming out. Every muscle locked down tightly, pinching you in place. Gawtin gasped herself then latched down on your shoulder, teeth piercing your flesh. Another mark added the many others she adorns you in.

A muffled cry sounded from behind your hand. Blood pools from around her teeth and drips down onto the couch. The Yautja ruts faster against you. Your combined slick making the movement swift and smooth. You bite down on your knuckle as an outlet. Tears began to well up in your eyes. You attempted to angle your hips a little down, hoping she was distracted enough not to notice. But, Gawtin only followed the movement and continuously assaulting your puffy, swollen clit with each thrust.

It was all too much at once. Every thought between your eyes were wiped clean, fading away into nothing. Your teeth go slack on the knuckle, mouth dropped open as you pant. Your hands shake, unsure where to grab. They didn’t know where to go.

Gawtin snatches both of your wrists and pins them far above your head. You were strictly at her mercy.

Fire blazed to life and flew across the expanse of your skin. A silent cry on your lips. Your back arched off of the couch and pushed you chest to chest with Gawtin. More slick gushed out to join the pile pooling between the two of you. Your walls pulsed around nothing, pushing more of juices out.

Gawtin didn’t stop.

Your thighs attempted to shove the massive giant of muscles back in reaction. But, if she didn’t want to move, the goddess wouldn’t budge a centimeter.

The oversensitivity stung harshly and caused big, fat tears to drip down from your eyes. Her jaw locked down and kept your shoulder trapped with deadly teeth. The pain long gone washed away. You trembled and shook tremendously underneath her lumbering form. She did not stop, not even for a second to allow you time to breathe. She was taking what she wanted, not caring about your pleasure.

Her jaw squeezed hard and pushed her teeth into your muscle even more. She shuttered and groaned above you, muscles tensing. You felt a new warm gush of fluids cover your already sticky, messy mound. If it wasn’t for the fact you were brainless and driven to oversensitivity, you would praise her.

She had stopped moving and slowly unlatched her fangs from you. The warmth from your blood poured from the newly created wound. The green Yautja was quick to lean down and swipe up some of it. Your taste on her tongue was paya grounds sent. A groan tumbled out from the back of her throat. Her pruple eyes narrowed down on your sweaty, shaky form spread wide underneath her form.

The beast was hungry for more.

Swiftly, the Yautja pinned you to ground with her huge thighs on either side of your head, framing it. Her dripping alien cunt in front of your face. The sweet smell you’ve only taste once before was before you, taunting you just out of reach. You looked up at the towering Yautja. Gawtin ran her fingers through your hair before clenching down on the strains. A low moan slipped pass your lips.

Sweet, tangy. You eyed her cunt before she lowered herself down onto your face. Your eyes snapped open. A curse ready to fall from your lips was prevented. Both of your arms blindly curled around her muscular thighs and clutched onto her scales. They were barely able to reach the halfway mark of her thighs.

Instantly, you got to work tongue swirling around her three swollen clits. The longest one nearly reaching two inches. You sucked the nub into your mouth, muscle drawing the tip. Gawtin’s dangerous claws dug into your scalp and tugged you somehow closer into her soaking heat.

By the end of this night, you were going to be a sweaty, bloodied, crying mess. The good kind.

You tilted your head to get to her entrance and shoved your tongue in. Her essence easily dripped free and onto your awaiting muscle. Your taste buds sung while you lapped away, taking in every drop she offered.

She jerked your mouth back to he clits shoved them against your lips. Happily, you opened your mouth to allow them entry. They filled your mouth as you laved at them, bring her pleasure.

The Yautja bowed her head and moaned at the feel of you between her thighs. Gawtin squeezed her legs, reminding you are trapped. In the best place possible. You would latch your lips around the three and attempt to suck on them in fervor but found yourself unable to. The dizzy effect of lack of oxygen to your brain just made you want her even more.

It was only her taste that filled your mind. That was all you needed in life. You whined around her three nubs and sent vibrations up the sensitive nerves. Gawtin gasped and dropped more weight down on your face and chest area. You could barely take in a breath from the weight. But you pushed through, not caring if this was the way you died.

A moment of clarity must have hit Gawtin as she removed the added weight off of you. Not that you cared. You kept your face forcefully buried in her soaked heat and gulping down her sweet juices.

Her hand left your scalp to rest on the ground. Both of them side by side. Long tresses curtained around the two of you, letting the world just be two lovers. Her hips began to rut harshly and stole any pleasure you gave from you. You did your best to keep up with the chance of pace while slurping her taste down your throat.

Grunts and growls surpassed the wall of muscles fucking your face. Her mandibles flared then snapped shut and roughly clicked against one another. Despite your arms on her hips, there wasn’t a force in the universe to get Gawtin to slow down.

Fluids dripped down your chin, neck, and finally falling to rest on the floor. A mix of Gawtin’s slick and your drool created a mess underneath the two of you.

A bellow sounded from the female in heat, back arching. Talons that have killed grounded into the floor and dug marks for someone to see. Your head was smashed between two thighs that could crush your skull if not mindful. You groaned at the headache flaring to life but still dug into the meal before you. The last thing to be on your tongue before you perished.

The pressure that nearly made you black out was released. Your lungs greedily sucked oxygen in. The black growing in your vision started to fade away with each breath. Still in a dazed mindset, you lightly giggled at just the thought you nearly died to Gawtin in heat. It was funny to you.

Purring caught your attention. You weakly picked your head up and looked over at Gawtin. The giant had gotten off of you. She had her legs spread still wide and leaned back on her hands, purring away with a content tone. When she noticed you gazing at her, she moved to kneel at your side.

Gawtin leaned down and pressed her forehead to yours. “What have I done to deserve such a sweet think such as yourself, little one?” she hummed then licked a stripe through the slick that clung to your chin.

A soft smile graced your blazing face. Love sparkled in your glassy eyes. “Feeling better?” you croaked out, throat hoarse from your former screaming and guzzling of her juices.

Something flashed in her eyes. Gawtin cupped your cheeks, claws just lightly pressing into your scalp. “This is just the beginning,” she snarled then shoved her tongue into your mouth. You gasped harshly through your nose then moaned at the feeling of her exploring. Your eyes slide shut as you let her have her fun.

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