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Nigel looked at himself in the mirror, as he did every morning, admiring his toned and sculpted body, the result of years of dieting and hard work at the gym. At 28 years old, he felt at the peak of his physical form. Firm muscles, broad shoulders, and a defined abdomen, along with his handsome face and sizable cock, had earned him a considerable number of followers on OnlyFans. While he wasn’t a millionaire, earning an average of about two thousand dollars a month allowed him certain luxuries and a pretty comfortable lifestyle. He enjoyed his routine. He filmed private videos, always eager to please, and responded to the strangest and most specific requests from his fans. No matter what they asked of him, he always found a way to enjoy it; perhaps due to his naturally submissive nature, something he had discovered long ago and now used to his advantage.

That Tuesday, as he checked the messages in his account, he came across a proposal that made him pause. It was from someone named Dom43, who had written to him several times before, though never with such a direct request. The message read:

“I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you gain ten pounds of fat in a month and send me a video of the results. No tricks. I want to see how you change. What do you say?”

Nigel raised an eyebrow and reread the offer over and over. It wasn’t the typical request he was used to. At first, it seemed strange, almost absurd. But the money—a thousand dollars!—was a considerable temptation. Plus, a part of him, the part that had always enjoyed obeying and submitting to others’ desires, felt a twinge of excitement at the idea. After a few minutes of thought, he shrugged and let himself go with his gut.

“I accept,” he wrote back.

He knew doing this would change something, though he wasn’t sure what. What he didn’t expect was just how much this would lead him down an unexpected path.

For Nigel, gaining ten pounds in a month didn’t seem like much of a challenge. And he knew that once he hit the goal and pocketed that thousand dollars, he could go back to his strict diet and regain his physique in a matter of weeks. It was just a simple detour, a small, temporary indulgence. Nothing serious. With that assurance, he decided to change his eating habits.

That same afternoon, he went to the grocery store, filling his cart with everything he normally avoided: frozen pizzas, pastries, salty snacks, and especially lots of tubs of ice cream, which he promised himself to devour every night. Salads were out of the picture for a few weeks. When he got home, the idea of indulging in unrestrained pleasure, of breaking the rules he had imposed on himself for years, turned him on. Even more so when he remembered he was doing it for Dom43, to fulfill his request.

That night, he sat on the couch in front of the TV, a pizza on one side and a tub of ice cream on the other, a smile on his face. At first, he ate because he was hungry, but soon that hunger turned into something darker, more intimate. He kept eating, even though he was no longer hungry. The mere thought of knowing he was stuffing himself, filling up to please someone, gave him a thrill he had never experienced before. When he finished, he lay back on the couch, gently stroking his slightly bloated stomach, feeling strangely satisfied.

***

Two weeks had passed, and Nigel had fully embraced his new routine of excess. He was eating as if it were a competition. The food filled him, but what really satisfied him was the idea of transforming his body at someone else’s request. He knew he was changing, that his body was reacting. And it was confirmed when he weighed himself: eight pounds gained. He was close to reaching his goal.

The next day, while working out, his personal trainer, Mark, noticed something different. Nigel was in the middle of doing crunches when Mark let out a mocking laugh.

“You’ve been slacking a bit, man,” he said, giving Nigel’s stomach a light tap. “You’ve put on some weight. And not just around the belly…” Mark added, motioning toward his backside.

Nigel laughed, trying to hide the heat rushing to his face. “Yeah, well, I’ve been indulging a little—nothing serious.”

Mark shook his head, but the comment stuck with Nigel. That teasing remark hit deep. It didn’t bother him, though. On the contrary, he liked it. For the rest of the workout, he couldn’t stop thinking about how his body was changing, about how much Dom43 would enjoy watching him soften up.

When he got home, he quickly stripped off his clothes and looked in the mirror. He touched his stomach, which was no longer as flat as it once was, and caressed the soft roundness beginning to form on his rear. Mark’s words echoed in his mind, and at that moment, Nigel couldn’t resist any longer. He collapsed onto his bed and jerked off, reaching the most intense climax of his life. What had started as a simple game to make some money had now completely consumed him.

The month had come to an end, and Nigel was ready. He carefully set up the camera, making sure the lighting was perfect, bright enough to highlight every change in his body, to show Dom43 the results of his effort. He stood in front of the mirror, took a deep breath, and began undressing slowly, recording the whole process. First, he removed his shirt, revealing his torso. His chest, once firm and defined, now had a slight sag to it. His belly, swollen and covered by a soft layer of fat, folded into rolls when he bent slightly. Then he pulled down his pants, leaving him in his tight white briefs, which now clung to him like never before. His thighs were noticeably thicker. But the real surprise came when he turned around. His ass, bigger and rounder, seemed to want to burst out of the tight fabric. The briefs could barely contain it. He gently touched his ass, feeling its fullness. Without missing a beat, he moved to the scale he had placed in front of the camera. He stepped on it carefully, watching the numbers climb rapidly. And there it was, the number that left him stunned: 191 pounds. He had gained fifteen pounds instead of the ten Dom43 had asked for. Five extra pounds, the result of his complete submission to food. Seeing the number, Nigel instantly got hard, unable to help himself.

“A hundred and ninety-one...” he muttered to himself.

Without thinking any further, he let the excitement take over. He jerked off in front of the camera, his breath ragged, and his moans filling the room. He did it for Dom43, but also for himself, for everything he had discovered about himself in the process.

Once finished, he sent the private video with a mix of anxiety and satisfaction, eagerly awaiting Dom43’s response. It didn’t take long to arrive: a payment confirmation accompanied by a comment that made Nigel shiver. “You’re a pathetic pig. You gained all this weight just because I told you to. I love it.” Nigel read aloud quietly. “I’ll give you ten thousand dollars more if you gain another twenty pounds in two months. Do you dare to become my fantasy?”

Nigel sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his still-naked, slightly sweaty body after the recording. His phone’s screen glowed with Dom43’s message: ten thousand dollars to gain another twenty pounds. The offer was tempting, too tempting. With that kind of money, he wouldn’t have to make more videos for months. He could take a break from his online life and focus on something else. Just the thought of that financial freedom made him feel relieved. But there was something more—a deep desire to please Dom43, to follow his orders, to submit to whatever he asked. It consumed him inside. He had discovered a new form of pleasure. Every pound he gained, every humiliating comment, ignited something within him that he had never felt before. Pleasing Dom43 had become almost an addiction. Yet, fear lingered in the background. He had already gained fifteen pounds, and although he initially thought he could lose it easily, he was starting to doubt whether the same would be true for thirty-five pounds. What if he couldn’t? What if continuing to gain weight destroyed the success of his OnlyFans account?

***

Nigel never imagined he would lose so much control. What started as a challenge, almost a game, had become a new reality. In just a month and a half of nonstop eating, he had gained the twenty-pounds Dom43 requested, pushing his body to limits he had never thought possible. Now weighing 211 pounds, the man he saw in the mirror was almost unrecognizable. His belly hung over the waistband, his thighs rubbed together with every step, and his once firm chest now bounced lightly with each movement. But the most shocking transformation of all was his ass, now enormous, two soft masses that jiggled with every step. And for some reason, that excited him more than it scared him.

When he arrived at the gym one afternoon, Mark greeted him with his usual mocking grin.

"Well, look who's here: my star client," Mark said sarcastically, his eyes scanning Nigel’s new body.

Throughout the workout, Mark made constant comments about his weight. Every time Nigel did a squat or lifted weights, he could feel Mark’s eyes on him, watching how his belly wobbled or how his ass strained against his shorts, which barely contained it anymore. But the most intense moment came after the workout when Nigel stepped out of the showers. As he was drying off, he noticed Mark watching him from across the locker room.

"Jesus, man..." Mark said, his eyes trailing over Nigel’s naked body. "You're huge. Like, seriously."

Before Nigel could respond, Mark stepped closer and gave him a smack on the ass. The sound echoed in the room, and Nigel’s butt cheeks rippled under Mark’s firm hand like jello. Nigel felt his face heat up, a mix of shame and arousal spreading over his skin.

"Damn," Mark laughed, "that moves like jello. What have you been eating, ice cream by the gallon? You’re getting obese, dude."

Nigel couldn’t answer, his throat dry, his mind stuck on the echo of Mark’s words. Obese. It was the first time anyone had called him that, and instead of being offended, the word hit him like a lightning bolt of pure desire. He tried to laugh, but the sound came out weak, almost choked.

He stood in front of the camera, taking deep breaths as he prepared for his second private session with Dom43. Like before, he undressed slowly, savoring each moment. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a torso that no longer had any trace of the firm muscles he once prided himself on. His chest was soft and round, visibly moving with each breath. His nipples had widened and felt unusually sensitive as he brushed his fingers over them. Then he slid off his pants, left in the same white briefs from the previous video. This time, they felt like a cruel joke. The edges dug into his hips and thighs, squeezing him in a way that was both uncomfortable and intensely arousing. His swollen belly hung slightly over the waistband, which seemed ready to give up the fight. Nigel turned to face the camera, letting it capture the most obvious change of all: his ass. It completely filled the briefs, making them look absurdly small. The fabric was stretched to its limit, with the tops of his cheeks spilling over, exposing the crack as if the briefs couldn’t possibly contain so much mass. He gave a slight shake, and his ass jiggled, continuing to bounce for a few seconds before settling. Seeing himself like that—so exposed, so impossibly large—sent a wave of arousal through him that nearly made him lose control right then and there. Nigel couldn’t help but smile. He knew Dom43 would love seeing what he had accomplished. The high point of the video came when he stepped onto the scale, carefully positioned in front of the camera. He showed the result: 211 pounds. Thirty-five pounds more than he weighed when this all began. He couldn’t help himself; the thrill of having transformed for someone else, of having fully surrendered to it, overwhelmed him. Once again, he masturbated in front of the camera, but this time, the orgasm was more intense, more liberating. His breath grew ragged, and every curve of his body shook with the force of his release.

When it was over, he sent the video to Dom43. The payment came through quickly, but what made Nigel’s heart race wasn’t the large sum of money. It was the words that followed.

“You’ve become my obedient pig. You’re good for nothing but getting fatter. You should be ashamed of how far you’ve fallen, but the worst part is, I know you love it.”

Nigel swallowed hard, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach. It was true. He loved every humiliating word, every cruel comment that made him feel smaller, more submissive, despite his growing size. But it was the last line of the message that left him frozen.

“I’ll give you twenty thousand dollars if you gain another thirty pounds.”

***

Nigel was nervous. It had been over two months since he last filmed a video for his regular OnlyFans subscribers, and now, with his body drastically transformed, he had no idea how they would react. He wanted to see if the weight gain had changed anything, if his fans were still interested in him despite the fact that he no longer had the muscular, chiseled physique that had attracted them in the first place. Deep down, he hoped it wouldn’t matter too much, that they would still desire him, and that he wouldn’t have to rely on Dom43 to stay financially stable. He set up the camera like always, but this time, he took a longer look at himself in the mirror. It was incredible how much his body had changed in just two months. His body felt heavy. Every movement made him more aware of his size.

"It's just a video," he whispered to himself, trying to calm his nerves. "I just want to see how they react."

He stood in front of the camera, shirtless, revealing his round, soft torso, wearing only a pair of black briefs that used to be loose on him. He did the usual gestures he used in his videos, showing his body from different angles, touching his chest and stomach, running his hands over the areas now covered in fat.

He uploaded the video.

The first responses came in quickly. As soon as he read the comments, his fears were confirmed. There was no acceptance, no admiration. Just criticism, mockery, and, above all, shock.

“What happened to you? You used to look incredible, but now you look like a different person,” wrote one of his longtime followers.

“You’re huge! And not in a good way. What kind of joke is this?” added another.

The comments kept coming, each one harsher than the last. They called him fat and disgusting. Some even felt betrayed by the change, as if Nigel had deliberately hidden what he’d been doing over the past few months. Others openly laughed at him, making fun of how his body had lost all definition. Nigel read every word, feeling a mix of humiliation and indescribable excitement. He had expected a negative reaction, but the brutal honesty of their attacks surpassed all his expectations. Far from feeling defeated, something dark and deep inside him awakened. Each insult, each criticism, made him feel more alive, more aware of his body and what he had achieved. The taunts about his physique didn’t discourage him; they aroused him in a way he couldn’t ignore. It was as if those words freed him. He didn’t want to go back. He wanted to push forward. He turned off his computer screen and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Dom43 had offered him twenty thousand dollars to gain another thirty pounds. Thirty pounds that would transform him even more, taking him to a new level of submission. He had thought about rejecting the offer, about going back to his former physique. But after reading his fans’ comments, after feeling the impact of their words on his body, there was no longer any doubt. With a smile on his face, Nigel decided he was going to accept the challenge. He was ready to fully give in, to see just how far he could go.

***

Nigel stopped going to the gym altogether. Every morning, he woke up to the same routine: eat, jerk off, and eat more. His appetite seemed endless, and his libido was out of control, higher than ever. The discipline he once had had crumbled, replaced by an obsession with giving in to food and the thrill of his own transformation. His clothes no longer fit. The jeans, tight shirts, and briefs that had once defined his muscular figure now wouldn't even make it past his thighs or tore when he tried putting them on. Soon, he realized the only piece of clothing that still fit him was an old tracksuit, and even that didn’t fit well—it was so tight that the fabric stretched ridiculously, and his belly stuck out. He only wore it when he went out to buy more food, but at home, he spent his days completely naked.

In three months, Nigel had gained another thirty-five pounds, surpassing even Dom43’s challenge. His body was unrecognizable, and the scale didn’t lie. He weighed 246 pounds, a number he’d never imagined reaching. His thighs were so thick they had changed the way he walked. His belly was soft, round, and hung over. His arms, once firm, were now wrapped in fat. And his chest, completely soft, jiggled with even the slightest movement. He knew it was time to film the video for Dom43. He prepared in the simplest and most provocative way possible: completely naked, with a box of donuts by his side and the scale ready to show the result. The camera started rolling, and Nigel let himself get caught up in the moment. He grabbed one of the donuts and bit into it slowly, letting the sugar slide down his lips as he chewed exaggeratedly. He knew Dom43 would love to see him like this, enjoying the food that had turned him into what he was now.

“I’ve surpassed your challenge,” Nigel said, his voice thick with pleasure as he bit into another donut. “Another thirty-five pounds. I hope you’re happy.”

He stood up with difficulty, his ass visibly bouncing as he walked toward the scale. He stepped onto it with some effort, and it stopped at 246 pounds. Nigel showed the number to the camera with a satisfied grin on his face.

“246 pounds,” he said with pride in his voice. “But that’s not all.”

He grabbed a measuring tape and started measuring his body. First, he wrapped it around his waist.

“Fifty inches,” he announced, staring at his belly.

Then he measured his ass, which had turned into a massive ball of fat, and the number was just as shocking.

“Fifty-three inches. I can’t even fit in my office chair.”

Nigel paused for a moment, looking at the camera with a euphoric expression.

“All of this... is for you, Dom43. I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

He ended the video with one last bite, chewing slowly as he jiggled his whole body while masturbating. When he finished, he turned off the camera and collapsed onto the couch, panting from exhaustion. He sent the video to Dom43 and waited, knowing the response wouldn’t take long. When it came, it was exactly what he expected.

“You’ve exceeded my expectations, pig. I never imagined you’d reach this point, that you’d become such a mountain of fat for me. Look at yourself, you’re pathetic, completely out of control. And you know what? I love it. You’ve done everything I asked and more. You’re the perfect submissive fat boy. You’re good for nothing but eating, getting fatter, and letting others laugh at you. But I must also say, I’m proud of you. You’ve proven you’re completely mine, willing to transform yourself this way just to please me. You’re incredible, in the worst way possible, of course, but that’s exactly where your greatness lies.”

Nigel stared at the screen, absorbed in the words. He had done everything Dom43 had wanted. And yet, he felt he could go further. The idea of gaining even more weight, of leaving behind any trace of his former self, called to him with unstoppable force. Without thinking too much, he typed the question that had been on his mind for days, a question that made him tremble with anticipation:

“How much will you pay me if I reach 300 pounds?”

The silence that followed for a few seconds was deafening, but Dom43’s response came quickly.

“I’m not paying you anything. This time, you won’t do it for the money. I want you to do it for me, because you can’t stop yourself now. I want you to gain until you reach 300 pounds just to please me, because now you know that’s the only thing that turns you on. You’ll do it because you belong to me.”

Nigel took a deep breath, feeling each word of that message wrap around him, filling him with a mix of submission and absolute pleasure. He knew Dom43 was right. It was no longer about the money. It was about something much bigger. What had started as a simple desire to fulfill a fantasy had become his reality. With trembling fingers, he typed the only thing he knew he could say at that moment, the only thing his mind and cock screamed for with overwhelming clarity:

“I’ll do it.”

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bunny-jpeg · 8 months ago

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hey bunbun 🤍 can i have persian rolls and a pastry braid with champagne for lando norris? thank youuu

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"pretty girl, such a pretty girl." he chuckled as he rubbed his cock up against your cheek. from the bridge of your nose to the corner of your mouth. he even watched your tongue dart out to taste his hard-on.

"lando." you whined.

he chuckled as he held your head by the hair with his other hand, "you really are something, huh? you want that pay raise. you want a little bit more in your wallet every week?" lando would freely give you whatever you wanted. he was smitten by you. but, if you were going to work for it. and work for it so hard. then who was he to deny you?

you were the sugar baby of one of the top drivers in the world, it was plain and simple. the story of how you two met was boring, but the life you lived after you two met was far more exciting. and while you were spoiled with all manner of the nicer things in life, everything came with a price.

and while lando would happily kiss you on the lips while on his boat or let his gaze linger when you showed him something you wanted to buy. his payments were compensation for his aggressive sexual kicks. every hickey was paid for in gold jewellery. every bruise on your hips and ass were paid for in cute clothes and stuffed animals. every mean word was paid for in orgasms. lando norris would bruise you behind, spit in your mouth and call you a slut, but by the time you were back home, you had a notification that l. norris had deposited money into your account.

so with his fat cock grazed across your lips, his heated words burned into your brain, "your job is to make me cum. now get to work." and hissed when you did exactly that.

your blow jobs were sloppy, but in the best way. they weren't refined the way a professional slut would've been, they were messy in a cute way. but you were always mindful of your teeth. your spit got on your chin and lips as you tried to take him to the root. you held onto his thighs as you worked your mouth on his cock.

lando loved the sight in front of him. he was on the couch with his cock out of his sweatpants and you were without any clothes, sucking him off like an obedient girl. he yanked your hair, "i love you like this. such a pretty little slut, you know exactly how to get me off. but, i want more. up on my lap now, where you truly belong."

you pulled your mouth off of his cock and wiped your mouth with the back of his hand before you scrambled to get up into his lap. you were trained to the t, you were so good for him. lando was a little surprised just how good you were. he helped sink his cock into you, your cunt was easy to slip into. you were soaked that the word 'soaked' didn't do it justice. regardless, it greatly turned lando on. you were quick like a rabbit, and lando had to grip onto your hips to slow you down a little.

"it's not a race." he said, softly yet firm. as much as he'd love to eat your cottontail, neither of you were rabbits so there was no need to move so fast. not that you were cumming anyway.

lando loved denying you orgasms, to watch you squirm and whine on his cock. you moved slower, guided by him. he kissed at your neck and chest while you took him impressively. he knew he was well above average and the biggest you've ever had. but you took it all so well. you bucked your hips with each of your movements and it made lando's mouth water.

"such a slutty girl." he purred, "you are so painfully slutty, would do anything for a little extra green in your pocket." he almost laughed and you moaned a little louder. he pulled you closer by your hips and let you ride him.

you could feel the pleasure fill your gut. you clutched onto his shoulders as you rocked your hips a little faster. the movements were hard and it only turned you on even more. that was all part of the game, how you two fucked. lando liked when it hurt a little, he liked when you moaned and squirmed. even when you were on top, you were still under him. he could move you anyway he liked.

"i'll always want you. someone's gotta keep my cock wet. no one else would let me treat them the way you let me treat you. you get off to it all, being used and paid off. you liked the money in your account and my cock on your lips."

you moaned as the pleasure only grew and grew with each of your movements. your nails bit into his shoulders. he looked hot in the black tank top and grey sweatpants. he was the type of man that women got addicted to.

he started to move your hips faster. he was chasing his own high over getting you to climax. he wanted to finish inside of you, he wanted to know a part of him was in you at all times. that left him excited,a shiver up his spine as he had you bouncing on his cock quickly once more. your eyes rolled back a little at the stimulation in your body.

"lando..." you moaned.

he quickly finished inside of you with a heavy groan and you stopped riding him. you sat there, legs on either side of his waist. you looked down at him with your near blissed out expression. you hadn't cum yet, but lando already beat you to it.

he looked up at you with a bit more clarity in his vision. he slapped your ass, the sound echoed in the living room. he raised his eyebrows at you and said, "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat. if you want to finish, you better work for it. now, c'mon, actually work for once in your life." and with shaky knees, you rode him like your life depended on it.

you knew that lando would make up for in the language he spoke. vast amounts of money tucked into your bank account. and when you limped him it would make the pain in your back a little less <3

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xazse · 2 months ago

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HEYY GOING FERAL OVER LOSER GOJO❤❤❤❤❤❤ can you write more loser gojo pookie? Where reader is like ignoring him cuz she needs to focus on her studies and didn't have time for toru to give him that sweet relief and when he can't take it anymore he comes to her whiny and all needy. So reader stops her studying and rides gojo out?? And he's a total mess underneath, moaning, whimpering, and him digging his nails on readers back and reader is like disgusted and starts to regret riding him but keeps riding him anyways?? Lol idk. Just loser toru makes me go feral.

(Feel free to ignore this z!❤ ily n ur writings especially loser toru you inspire me to also write smut but i suck at writing lol and fear that if I do it would be so shitty n I don't want ppl to judge me lol. I love you, take care of urself z!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡)

(P.s. I'm actually obsessed with ur writings 😍)

More loser!gojo x female!reader

Notes: I know you submitted this awhile ago but omg this was tew hot to let go, thank you for your sweet words I love that you love my writing.

Don’t be afraid to start writing I was as well but I simply threw something out and it got love and that made me want to continue writing, you might not get a lot of love the first few posts but eventually you’ll have dedicated fans who’ll love anything you post!!

Annoying… that’s all that filters through your head as Satoru rambles about whatever the hell he’s been talking about for the past hour, you zoned out the minute Digimon came out of his mouth and that was within the first minute!

Everytime you attempted to let him know that you had a pretty big test coming up and needed the silence and solitude he would promptly shut up for a good ten minutes then start up his motor mouth, how was someone who was top of all his classes not pick up on simple social cues!?! It drove you insane when he did things like this.

Drowning out his voice was nearly impossible with the loud boom that came from his vocal cords when he’d get excited about a certain something. Regardless you know Suguru is too busy to keep him occupied so you’re the next best thing. You press your pen to your paper and focus… focus and even more focusing.

But Satoru is needy, extremely needy.

He doesn’t like being ignored so he does his next tactic by being in your space, he pulls up a stool next to you and hovers over your shoulder, leaning down to look at what you were writing, he even goes as far as to correct a mistake you had made during his endless torture of a mouth.

You’re about to light him on fire but notice his fingers trailing lightly up and down your side, fingers sticking and popping your tank-top, he’s obviously not even looking at the paper anymore but instead down at the flimsy material you call coverage, oh…

You hadn’t even realized how long it had been since that last time you had sex with Toru, he looks so lost with those hazy blue eyes that require attention, he’s probably been touching his poor cock just off pure flashbacks, you feel bad for the man: but not really, you’re curious as to how long it’ll take him to finally break and ask you.

You wanted to play and mess with him for a little longer but not even five minutes pass before he’s guiding your hand to his erect cock, it doesn’t take much to get him aroused so you’d bet he’s been like this for a while. He leans his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, hiding his reddened face.

“You’ve been… ignoring me.” He whispers more to himself than you, the way he drags it out makes it come out as desperation on his tongue.

“I’ve been busy Toru, you know that.” You bring yourself to your feet, sliding your chair into your desk and making your way to the bed. His eyes follow your figure and they land on you roughly patting the bed prompting him to slip in front of you, seated nice and pretty.

“Well? Take it off, all of it.” Snapping at him gets him to start undoing his belt but of course he’s clumsy and unorganized so it takes him a while.

He’s completely nude and sitting at the top of your bed, relaxing against your lush fluffy pillows. His cock hasn’t calmed down at all, still an angry red crying for your soft hands around it, you give him the gift of jerking him a few times, his sensitive dick reacting quickly along with his body thrusting forward.

Within a few seconds precum has started leaking and pooling inbetween your fingers, it’s gross really. You’re thinking about just getting him off, washing your hands and going back to your studies but something sinister grows in your belly, it’s been a while since you’ve had some so why not jump at this opportunity.

First before you even think of connecting with Satoru for the first time in a while you have him beg for it, beg for your cunt around his nasty cock. Just the pathetic excuse of a man he is, the pleas roll off his tongue with ease, he starts cruising low on his tongue, even telling you how much he loves you and how pretty you are.

You think you’ve collected enough of his juices, the loud squelches every drag of his cock is more than enough proof.

Riding his cock is an entirely different story, he’s sat up, face drowned in your chest as he cries out even more pleas.

“Feel’s so goodd” he slurs out as best as he can but the clench of your pussy doesn’t help at all, it’s wet and obscene the way your juices mix with his, a nasty concoction being made. You bury your fingers in his hair pulling him out of your chest every now and then to stare at his ruined snotty face, he’s crying just like the baby he is. The things your pussy does to him make him not himself, the way your walls fit so snuggly around him, or the way you press your hips against his drives him mad.

You bounce on his cock purely without his help, his stamina clearly not being all there he’s practically being used as a sex toy, and you make sure to tell him that, that’s all he is to you, something for your pussy to get off with. Of course he nods along and confirms everything that comes out your mouth, yes he’s a disgusting loser, yes he doesn’t deserve pussy this good, and yes he’ll buy you whatever bag is trending right now.

His sharp untrimmed nails dig into your back, Satoru is so clearly a bitch in heat, what kind of man is the one leaving marks in the woman’s back?

You’re not able to think about the nails not when you feel something leaking down your chest: his drool, you’re about to get off him and leave him high and dry but the way he whines for you, cries out your name has you second guessing.

So you continue riding and chasing your own high, he can cum as many times as he wants but you aren’t through yet, not even when hes flopping on the bed, spent and exhausted are you stopping, you chase that spark that sits and festers up.

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soobnny · 11 months ago

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han vs homework

ur clingy bf han jisung wants to kiss u (1.0k words)

Understatement: Han Jisung is a clingy boyfriend.

He’s whiny and soft and putty, always sporting a pout on his face. Mostly because he knows you can’t deny him when he looks at you like that.

He’s used it multiple times—when he wants the last piece of cake, when you get upset, when he makes menial mistakes, when he wants you on his lap to kiss you silly.

It’s straight manipulation, the way he easily coaxes you into the things he wants to do just by a simple gaze, but you’re determined not to let his puffed out cheeks and jutted lips get to you.

At least not today, seated on your desk at ass o’clock in the evening to finish an essay you have due as Jisung lays on your bed, doe-eyed and staring at your back that’s turned to him.

“Babyyyyy.” He whines, drawling out the last syllable of the word to try and get your attention.

While he loves his view right now, of his pretty partner in front of him with your eyes focused on your laptop screen and your pretty dainty hands typing away at the keyboard, Jisung is still Jisung. And who was he if not your clingy boyfriend?

Though, you dismiss his pleas, back still faced to him as you continue to type the finishing sentences of your essay.

“‘M almost done. Give me 10 more minutes.” You mumble, eyes never leaving the screen. You’ve said the same thing ten minutes ago, and the same even before that.

Jisung grumbles, though good-naturedly. He moves from his spot ever-so-slightly, inching towards the end of the bed so he’s closer to you. “Pretty girl.”

Pure and evil manipulation.

He’s pushed himself off of your bed now, hovering behind you and gripping each side of your chair with his hands. Jisung leans down, resting his chin on your shoulder as he stares at the paragraphs littering your Google Docs. Nothing really sticks, though.

Han isn’t any bit shy about checking you out instead.

Your mouth is parted a little as you concentrate on your essay, and it’s torture to your boyfriend. You’re putting him through torture by focusing on your homework instead of paying attention to him.

“Spend time with me.”

He kisses into your clothed shoulder, inching towards the skin of your neck. “You know, kissing can actually help your brain. It’s—” Another kiss on your clavicle. “It’s scientifically proven.”

“I highly doubt that, Ji.” is what you can muster to reply to him as he’s midway forming a hickey on your collarbone, sinking his teeth and sucking a little.

“Wanna try it out? Then you’ll know I’m right.” His eyes are on your lips only, tongue darting over his own as he whispers lowly in your ear.

Your breath holds tight at his warm breath fanning your face and how his hair tickles your cheeks, and you’re puzzled whether to give in or not.

A quick glance on your desk’s clock will tell you that you still have two hours before you have to submit your assignment. You suppose you could spare your impatient boyfriend some time. Besides, you’re very close to finishing it – only needing to finalize the conclusion before you’ll be done.

“Please?” He adds, lips detaching from your skin when you spin your chair around to face him instead of the laptop he’s now deemed an archnemesis.

You caught him glaring at it earlier, eyes furrowed and mumbling something about how it was stealing his baby. Now, you were finally facing him.

“Spend time with me, not that stupid laptop.”

He’s smiling now, leaning forward and pulling you out of your chair in favor of letting you crash into his arms instead. He picks you up so easily that it makes your eyes dart down to his arms. It makes your boyfriend smirk.

It’s food to his ego, giving him validation for the hours he spends at the gym with Changbin and Chan.

Jisung is first to sit down on your bed, pulling you down with him so that you’re sitting on his lap and straddling him. His hands move so easily too, sliding down from around your upper body to place them firmly on your hips.

“I wasn’t done.” You grumble, lips poked out as you plant your own hands flat on his chest.

“I’m going to die if you don’t kiss me right now.” When you laugh at his exaggeration, his own face morphs into a smile of adoration, apples of his cheeks prominent as he stares at your crescent eyes.

And just like that, he pulls you to his lips. He feels so close like this, chest against yours that you can almost hear his heartbeat if not for your own thumping loudly against your ear. You can feel his arms tighten around you, fingers playing with the ends of your shirt and head tilting so he can kiss you harder, deeper.

He’s a little messy, feverish, as if he’d been denied your lips for weeks before this moment.

“Have to finish my essay—” Jisung’s lips trail down your neck to let you catch your breath, tongue lapping over the hickey he’d formed earlier before kissing up your jaw. “Deadline’s in two hours and—” You tilt your head back to give him more space.

“Baby.” He whines, peeling himself away from your skin for a moment so he can press a kiss on your nose. “Don’t wanna hear you talk about homework when I’m kissing you like this.” It makes you laugh when he pouts at you before reattaching his lips on your skin.

“Mmm, sorry.” You mumble, and he places a sweet kiss behind your ear.

“Give me another kiss and consider it forgotten.” He utters from where he’s kissing you, pulling away to gauge your response, to see if you’ll kiss him again. You do.

And it goes on like that for a little while longer. He has always been tactical to get the things that he wants. It’s unfair because he wants you all the time.

You end up finishing your homework ten minutes before the deadline.

Han Jisung reigns victorious over your shitty laptop.

Your boyfriend: 1

Homework: 0

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myfanfic-urfantrash · 2 months ago

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Asking for kisses while they're busy.

Note: Wanderer's s/o is taller than him by a head at least.

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Neuvillette stiffens before glancing up from the documents in his hands then back down. It's nothing of immediate importance, just a monthly report from the Research Institute. His eyes look at the small clock on his desk. It's just an hour or two before his scheduled break...

"I see..." He clears his throat and adjusts the collar of his shirt feeling the heat filling his cheeks as he sets the documents down. It's a bit warm isn't it?

"Well, I suppose I can take a short break but no more than that."

He stands hissing a little as his hair gets caught on the back of his chair but he quickly pulls it away with ease and makes his way to their side on the sofa.

He cradles their face in his hands stroking their cheeks with his thumbs and bends down to press his lips against theirs. He hums as he pulls back.

"My break will not be for another hour so I can have someone bring in some refreshments while you wait." He rights himself and heads towards the large doors.

"You are more than welcome to leave if you wish should you grow bored but..." His hand pauses on the door ready to open it as he looks back at them with fond eyes and gentle smile.

"I will not be opposed to you staying. Your presence is quite refreshing."

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Wanderer frowns though his cheeks are starting to turn pink. He glances at his "homework" which is just some pointless mandatory essay he has to submit for class if he wants to skip taking the equally pointless final exam.

"Are you serious? Have you no shame?" He says but both his tone and the glare he gives them lack its usual bite he gives just about everyone.

"Can't you see I'm busy? What? Can't go without me for even a second?" He says with a smirk hoping to tease them but they just nod in response confidently. It flusters him and he reflexively reaches for his hat to hide his face.

But his fingers grab nothing, and he looks around in confusion until his eyes land on his hat carefully hung on the wall beside them where he left it... hours ago.

He wants to wipe the smirk of their stupid lovable face so bad. So that's exactly what he plans as he slams his pen down on the desk and stomps over to them. His hands are firm but not rough in how they pin their wrists against the door by their head. He looks them defiantly in the eye as if he's in control though this is exactly what they want and he knows this.

"You want kisses? Fine. I'll give you kisses."

He closes his eyes and tilts his head up towards them standing on his tiptoes to kiss them but his lips brush against their cheek as they dodge him. He opens his eyes flustered and frustrated at their teasing.

"Get down here. Do you want to kiss or not?"

They hum looking toward the ceiling as if they're considering his question before looking at his somewhat needy eyes. They nod and dive down to meet his lips with their own.

He practically melts into them at the attention his hands sliding from their wrists to hold their face in his own. He feels their hands land on his waist to hold him close as he pulls back.

"There. Satisfied? Now go sit pretty or something and let me finish my essay."

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Wriothesley hums not looking up from his documents as he reads through them.

"So that's why you were so quiet. And here I thought I was boring you."

He glances at the clock on the wall showing he's been at this for more than a few hours.

"Well then, I guess I can take a small break."

He sighs setting down the documents and stretching his back, rolling his neck and shoulders to release tension. He feels a bit stiff honestly. He stands and makes his way to their spot on the sofa taking a seat beside them laying his left arm above the back of their seat.

He lifts their chin with his right hand and gently places a kiss on their lips. It's simple and sweet.

He pulls back with a soft smile stroking their cheek fondly. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Of course if you find that unsatisfactory you can always file a complaint and I will be sure to remedy the issue..." He glances at the clock.

"Later of course." He winks standing. "But until then I've got paperwork to finish."

#genshin impact x reader #wanderer x reader #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette x reader #i need to bully wanderer honestly

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ldolbybts · 3 months ago

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Forbidden - Part 3

Pairing ➜ Dealer!yoongi x Female Reader Warnings ➜ 18+,some angst, sex, female receiving oral, light choking Summary ➜ You never meant to lock eyes with the beautiful stranger at Namjoon’s house party, you also didn’t mean to completely fall for him. Word Count ➜ 6.4K

Part 1 | Part 2

The next fews day passed without you hearing a word from Yoongi, you had refrained from texting him always being too stubborn for your own good, plus he definitely didn’t deserve a text from you, however from the way he had been ghosting you, you had assumed he probably didn’t even care or notice that you were mad at him.

You had gotten past the the sad stage and had now reached anger, what had you been thinking jumping into bed with someone you barely knew?

It hadn’t felt like that at the time though, you had thought you and Yoongi had a connection like no other you had ever felt.

Why did it feel so right when he was with you, why did you two click so well?

And why the hell couldn’t you stop thinking about him?

He was making your life hard, consuming every thought you had. You barely got your essay submitted in time and when you did you were pretty sure it didn’t even make any sense, just a spew of words on a document that you wanted out of your sight so you go back to wallowing in self pity about some boy.

You admittedly had not left your dorm since Jungkook had spoke to you, that was 2 days ago and you really needed to get Yoongi out off your mind instead of lying in your bed and just thinking.

You were driving yourself crazy admittedly, and you knew you were being dramatic, it wasn’t like Yoongi even owed you anything, the two of you were only at the beginning of something that didn’t even have a label yet.

However you just wanted something even if it was a ‘I never wanna see you again’, at least it would be some sort of closure.

The sound of your phone ringing instantly made you jump, the silence being so harshly interrupted it scared you half to death.

You closed you eyes for a moment before flipping your phone over only to feel major disappointment when you saw it wasn’t Yoongi’s name on your screen.

You answered anyway with a heavy heart.

“Hey Tae, what’s up?” You asked.

“What’s up?! You haven’t responded to me in 3 days, what’s up with you?” He asked, his tone sounded concerned and you could only smile sadly at the compassion your friend seemed to have for you.

“Nothing Tae I’ve just been distracted with work you know?”

You could hear him sighing softly before he spoke again. “I’m calling to let you know we’re all going over to Joon’s, if you would read the damn group chat I wouldn’t be calling you.”

You scoffed at his curt tone with you but you knew he didn’t mean it in a mean way.

“Joon’s? I’m not really in the mood for a party Tae-“

“It’s not a party,” Taehyung said, cutting you off. “It’s just the 7 of us babe. Please come, I miss you.”

“How many time have I told you to stop calling me that?” You asked rolling you eyes at the wall.

“Just say you’ll come? I can even come get you.” Taehyung offered.

You supposed it was better than wallowing in your bed another day.

“Yeah fine okay, I’ll come.” You said.

“Good I’m glad, I’ll come get you in about an hour, get dressed I’ll ring you when I’m outside.”

With a goodbye Taehyung hung up and you decided to get up and make yourself look human. You opted for no makeup and just some simple sweats, you knew you and the guys would probably just be watching a movie so you didn’t see the point in dressing up anymore than that, although you couldn’t count how many times a simple hangout had been a ruse to get you to a party.

Taehyung called you again to inform you he was waiting outside, so you quickly grabbed your phone and coat and left your dorm as quick as you could.

When you finally reached outside you saw Taehyung’s car and made a beeline, opening the door and jumping in you plastered a smile on your face hoping it would take away from the prying questions you assumed Taehyung had lined up.

“Hey Tae, thanks for coming to get me, a cab to Joon’s is so fucking expensive and I know I’m super out of the way, so I appreciate it.”

Taehyung scoffed. “Please, you know I would come get you even if you were 500 miles out of the way, what are friends for?” He stated as he started up the engine.

The drive was silent for the most part, you were surprised as you had expected Taehyung to go into full blown interrogation mode on why you’d been ignoring everyone, but he didn’t, maybe he was waiting on you coming to him, if that was the case he’d be waiting a long ass time.

As he pulled up and you both went inside your heart warmed at the sight of your friends all talking and laughing with each other, you hadn’t seen them like this in a while and it almost made you well up.

“Hey guys.” You said as you kicked off your shoes and took a spot on the sofa in between Jungkook and Taehyung as he decided to follow you and sit wherever you were going.

“Hey ______, we all thought you were dead.” Hoseok said as stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth.

Everyone else murmured in agreement with a few sly comments about ignored messages and calls.

You closed your eyes and decided the best thing to do was to state you’d had a lot of work to catch up on and that becoming a recluse was the only way you would get it all finished.

You didn’t miss the way Jungkook side eyed you but simply chose to not look his way for sake of saving yourself the judgemental looks about your obvious lying to your best friends.

“Come onnnnnnn. Will someone put on a good horror movie already, and Joon please throw me a beer.” Hoseok said.

Everyone got settled as a movie was picked and the lights were switched off. That was when your phone decided to vibrate in your pocket.

You slipped it halfway out of your pocket just trying to glance at the notification and your heart jumped when you saw the name on the screen.

Notification: Yoongi: iMessage(s) 1

You muttered some excuse about needing to pee, and jumped off the sofa to run upstairs, needing to compose yourself before you unlocked your phone.

8:37PM

Yoongi: hey i cant even begin to explain how sorry I am…i understand 100% if you don’t want to speak to me again

You watched as you saw the typing dots disappear and reappear as you stared at your phone. Then another message came through.

Yoongi: i really wanted to call you but i was afraid you’d be too mad and wouldn’t pick up so please if theres even a chance you’ll speak to me again - call me. If u don’t i undertsand and i wont bother you anymore.. i feel so stupid ______ you don’t deserve this

Your heart was beating at about a million miles per hour as you reread his messages over and over. You had absolutely no idea how to approach this.

You decided now was not the best time to call him, you were just going to have to wait it out and call him when you got back to your dorm.

You decided you’d leave him on read for now, he’d left you waiting for nearly 3 days, he could wait 3 hours for your reply.

As you walked back into the room with your friends you sat beside Taehyung and he let you cuddle up next to him, he began gently playing with your hair as you tried your best to lie down, Jungkook patted his lap as an indication you could spread your legs out and rest them on his own and you smiled as he put an arm over them.

You felt incredibly loved by your friends in that moment, tears threatening to spill as the simple comforts they were providing so naturally to you meant so much in that moment.

You felt a little guilty at your unwillingness to tell them how upset you were, you trusted them with so much and they trusted you just as equally. But things were confusing for you at the moment and you wouldn’t even know where to start.

You looked up to see Jungkook looking at you with concern, he obviously knew a lot more than the rest of them but he didn’t know just how much Yoongi was affecting you at that particular moment.

You smiled reassuringly at him and he gave your thigh a small squeeze before you both turned back to the movie.

You hadn’t realised just how tired you were until Taehyung was gently shaking you awake, alerting you that the movie was over and even though no one was leaving or anything he offered to bring you home.

You shook your head at his offer telling him you would just get a taxi home and that he should stay and enjoy the rest of the night, he had smiled at you softly asking about 5 times if you were sure and you had laughed again excusing yourself to the bathroom before he could argue with you anymore.

You found yourself in the same postion, just leaning against the door staring at the messages Yoongi had sent a few hours ago, you felt groggy from the sleep and in your haze you decided that calling him and getting this over with would be the best thing to do, you weren’t thinking clearly, but then again, you never were when it came to him.

As you listened to the ringing tone you began to feel your anxiety building, you weren’t even sure what you were going to say to him or even sure how you felt towards him, yeah sure you were upset but did you even have any right to be mad at him?

It wasn’t like Yoongi was your boyfriend or anything, he didn’t owe you anything. Well at least maybe some sort of explanation as to why he'd disappeared on you.

He picked up on the third ring an anxious and quick “Hello?” Sounded from his end, like he was afraid he was going to miss the call.

“Hey…” You said, unsure of where to go with it.

“Jesus ______ I am sorry, you must think I’m such an asshole. I wa-”

“Do you like me Yoongi?” You cut him off.

“Wh-what?” Yoongi asked, he sounded unsure, like he was afraid he would say the wrong thing.

“Do you like me?” You asked again, slower.

“Yes of course _____, I like you a lot.”

“Okay, do you see me as someone you can just fuck and I’ll come running when you call? Because believe me Yoongi you really are talking to the wrong girl if that’s what you think this is.”

You weren’t sure where your bold attitude was coming from, you suppose you’d been holding in a lot of feelings the past few days regarding the situation, but for some reason it was coming out as anger with a hint of sass.

“Jesus – no, no _____ that is so not what I’m thinking this is, you know that right? Fuck I didn’t mean to leave it so long to talk to you, but there was an emergency and I had to leave town to do something and I only got back tonight and I’m sorry, please know I’m sorry.” You could hear the pleading in his voice, the genuine asking for forgiveness.

Your knees felt weak and you weren’t sure why but all you wanted was to see him, to tell him it was all okay and you forgive him.

But a part of you wanted to stand your ground, you didn’t want to seem like a pushover who was going to roll over because he sounded like he was sorry, this was only a phone call, you couldn’t even look him in the eyes or anything.

“Can you pick me up and we can talk?” You asked, you wanted to see him, ask him what exactly was going on.

“Yes of course, you’re not at your dorm?” He asked the question harmlessly but you felt he was a little nervous.

“No actually I’m with the guys at Namjoon’s house, I can send you the address if you can’t remember..”

“I remember ______. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

And with that he hung up, eager to see him, but still feeling cautious you left the bathroom to tell the guys you were going to wait outside for your taxi.

They all hugged you goodbye and you definitely noticed how Jungkook lingered for that extra few seconds.

He could sense something was wrong with you but he knew to wait until you came to him with your problems.

As you stood at Namjoon’s garden gate a pair of headlights began approaching slowly and you knew it was him. He stopped outside and you ran to his car door trying to avoid any of the guys from seeing that it wasn’t just an ordinary taxi you were going home in.

It smelt like a new car inside and you turned to face the driver, he looked over a you with an awkward smile and that’s when you saw the extremely dark black eye that covered his right eye. You covered your hand with your mouth trying not to audibly gasp.

“Yoongi! Oh my god are you okay?” You reached out, wanting to touch his face but realised that wasn’t the best idea before dropping your hand again.

Your anger at him now replaced with worry, you scanned his face further to see his slightly busted lip as well.

“______, I promise you it’s not as bad as it looks. Can we talk about this when we get to my place?” He asked, placing a hand on your thigh he gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Your place?” You asked, confused.

“Yeah…only if you want, it’s just that it’s closer to here and I thought you wanted to talk.”

You were nodding, your stomach trying to surpress it’s nerves at the idea of going to his place this first time as you tried to process everything that was already happening.

“Okay, yeah let’s do that.” You said.

Neither of you spoke again the entire ride.

When Yoongi finally pulled up into the carpark of a luxury apartment complex you stared in disbelief, this was where he lived?

He makes a lot of money doing what he does you quickly reminded yourself, suddenly embarrassed at the size and quality of your dorm room.

You followed him inside and stopped at the entrance completely in shock at the sheer size and beauty of his apartment.

You shook yourself, you were here for one thing.

“Take a seat please _____.” He said motioning at the large plush sofa.

You took a seat, but watched as Yoongi stood examing you.

“Aren’t you gonna sit?” You asked, the atmopshere was tense, awkward, you couldn’t even sense Yoongi’s mood, he was just looking at you, expressionless.

You looked back at him, you were starting to feel frustrated.

“So what? We’re just going to sit here in silence, scratch that, you’ll stand, I’ll sit?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi replied.

“What?” You asked, your eyes shooting up to look at him, you knew he had to be in pain with his eye and you felt a twinge of guilt for being annoyed with him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t call or text, I know I left you in your room like that – after we had just…I’m sorry ______.” He sighed heavily, finally taking a seat beside you.

“Just tell me what happened, I’m an undertanding person Yoongi, but I don’t think I can do this if you’re just going to keep disappearing on me…”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him now he was closer, you decided the floor was the best place to look at in that moment.

“It was an emergency…it’s stupid, rivarly is a very real thing in this business. I got into a fight with some guy when I went down there. One of my guys was seriously threatened by some people and we had to go down there and deal with it.” He explained, you didn’t want the specifics really and you were glad he wasn’t giving it to you.

“Yoongi… do you really think you’re the best guy for that sort of thing?” You were half teasing him, but also very worried, this wasn’t something that happened a lot was it?

Yoongi scoffed out a small laugh.

“I’m not usually the guy that handles situations ______, I just had to go down there to talk it out with some people.”

You shuddered, you hated this, hated that this was his life.

Yoongi gently placed a hand on your thigh and you allowed him to keep it there, finally looking back up at him.

“Jesus _____, I’m sorry for leaving you like that, I would never do anything like that to you on purpose…please forgive me?”

You knew he was sorry, you could feel that he was sorry.

You whispered out a soft ‘I forgive you’, you knew it was weak of you but you seemed to be at your weakest when Yoongi was looking at you like you meant the world to him.

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief, a small smile on his face, but he winced in pain as the smile opened up his wound on his lip.

“Let me get you something for that.” You said, standing.

You could use the distraction more than anything as you asked him where the bathroom was and grabbed a damp cloth and some tissue.

You sat down turning your body to face him you lightly dabbed at the wound and cringed in sympathy when he hissed in pain.

“Hold the tissue to it so it doesn’t bleed again.” you said as you folded it up and handed it to him.

“Do you have any ice? It’ll help your eye..” You asked as you went to get up again.

He simply nodded, and pointed to the fridge, allowing you to worry and take care of him.

You sat back down again with a small makeshift ice pack, and told him to lay down so you could place it over his eye, he protested a little but it didn’t take much to coerce him.

“I’m seriousy not even in that bad of shape _____, you should see the other guy.” He said, laughing a little but then immediately stopping as it the pain in his lip stung.

You rolled your eyes at him, knowing he was joking but it did make your stomach twist with nerves at the same time, what if this had been a lot more serious?

When you didn’t speak he reached over for the remote to turn the T.V on, you supposed he couldn’t handle the tense silence you were giving in return for his bad joke.

As he searched about Netflix he spoke again “I have to say, I do think you’d make a pretty sexy nurse.” He joked again and this time you cracked a smile, unable to stop yourself from scoffing out a laugh.

“Are you seriously flirting with me right now?” You asked, sitting back down on his couch you lifted his legs to allow them to rest on your lap, a simple gesture to show him you didn’t completely hate him.

He laughed a little, a genuine laugh and you found yourself laughing too.

“Put a movie on, keep the ice on your eye and shut up!” You said through laughter.

You did end up watching a movie, the night got more and more comfortable as Yoongi decided to order food and bring out blankets to the couch as you both cuddled up to each other your hand absent-mindedly playing with his as you watched the movie, it was an incredibly intimate thing to do but it felt so natural you could barely keep the smile off your face.

As the movie was coming to an end you began yawning announcing it was getting late and you should get back to your dorm but as you made a move Yoongi’s brought his arm around your waist tightly a small ‘don’t go’ escaping from his lips.

You sighed, you wanted to stay over if you were being honest but was it really the best idea?

“I don’t know Yoongi….I don’t even have a change of clothes or anything.”

Yoongi pulled you him closer to him and you let yourself relax into his touch.

“I’ll lend you something to sleep in. Please _____. I’ve missed you.”

And with those 3 words he didn’t even need to say anymore.

You let out a sigh of content. “Yes Yoongi I’ll stay.”

He got up, asking you to follow him to his room. You obliged, following after him to the nearest door. He opened it up and motioned for you to wait on his bed while he found you something comfortable.

You looked around at the unfamiliar room, the first thing you noticed was how clean it was, that was unusual for a guy his age it was simple, his sheets white and his room plain you looked around in awe.

You weren’t sure what you had been expecting if you were being honest, but as you were about to comment he was suddenly standing in front of you, a black tee and a pair of basketball shorts in hand.

You smiled up at him “Thank you Yoongi.”

“That door there is the bathroom.” he said pointing to an ensuite inside his own room.

You nodded going in and when you shut the door behind you you let out a long sigh.

You were really going to stay here tonight.

As you got changed you realised the t-shirt he had given you was long enough to ignore the shorts he had given you.

Folding your own clothes and leaving them on top of his wash basket you grabbed your phone for a quick glance before you returned to him.

A notification from Jungkook.

11:12PM

JK: I hope you’re okay you seemed a little off tonight, please remember you can talk to me about anything.

You smiled, feeling your heart swell at the loving message you typed a quick reply with a thank you and lots of heart emojis.

As you left the bathroom you saw Yoongi awkwardly standing like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

He looked up at you and you saw him eyeing your body, his eyes travelling up your bare legs, you felt the heat of his gaze taking you all in and you couldn’t help but revel in the feeling that you had that effect on him.

“I’ll – um – take the couch, you sleep here.” You could tell he was distracted over your lack of clothes but he cleared his throat and began to leave.

“Yoongi.” You called and stopped him in his tracks.

“Thank you for being such a gentleman.” You giggled.

You heard him scoff a laugh before walking out of the room, some sort of pyjamas in hand.

So here you were, left alone in Min Yoongi’s bedroom.

You werent exactly sure what you should be doing, should you just go to sleep? As if it were that easy…

You felt giddy as you got under the covers, his bed was huge compared to your single in your dorm.

You tried to relax and calm a little, remembering you were technically meant to be trying to sleep, you reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, shrouding yourself in darkness.

You decided to scroll through your phone for a while trying to think about other things and definitely not how badly you wanted to go out there and ask Yoongi to come back.

Your intentions weren’t even of a sexual nature, you simply just wanted him to lay with you, you wanted to fall asleep in his arms – something you hadn’t got the chance to do yet.

After about 20 minutes of tossing and turning and checking every social media platform you decided to take a deep breath and just go ask him, you were nervous that he wouldn’t even want to but then again he was letting you stay in his room after all.

You slowly tip toed across the floor afraid incase he was already sleeping you quietly opened the door. You realised you couldn’t even tell as you could only see the back of the couch and not his form, you decided to half shout half whisper, praying he was awake anyway.

“Yoongi!”

He head came into view as he sat up from the couch, looking wide awake and a little confused.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, a look of concern crossing his features.

“Yeah…” You realised just how shy and nervous you actually felt as you continued speaking.

“Will you come sleep beside me Yoongi please?”

You saw a small smile appear on his face, “Of course, I’m super glad you asked, I wanted to ask but I thought you would see it as creepy or something.”

You rolled your eyes smacking him on the shoulder as he got closer.

“Your whole dick has been inside me but you think cuddling is a creepy thing to offer?” You asked, eyes widening in shock a little, a coy smile on your face.

Yoongi held his hands up in defense as he followed you to the bed climbing in on either sides.

“I don’t know…” He trailed off looking at you as you now lay beside one another.

“I guess I thought you were still mad at me.”

You sighed a little and looked at him scanning his face and frowned a little at the black eye that adorned his beautiful features.

“I hate that someone hurt you Yoongi.” You said, you hadn’t really meant to say it aloud.

Both your faces were close looking at each other in comfortable silence a small pout forming on his lips, he leaned in and gave you the smallest of pecks, it was so sweet and tender you felt like you heart was going to beat out of your chest as heat formed across your cheeks.

“Let’s go to sleep ______.”

You nodded, leaning in a little closer to him and shutting your eyes after whispering a soft ‘goodnight’.

You woke up feeling too hot, far too hot. As you took in your surroundings and remembered where you were you smiled at the reason for your warmth, realising Yoongi had pulled you in and draped his arm over your waist in the middle of the night. You felt comfortable in his arms, having one of the best sleeps you’ve had in a long time, your worries felt at ease for once and you just simply felt in the moment with him.

You slowly shifted until you were turned to face him, he pouted a little in his sleep and the disruption and you couldn’t help but smile harder, placing a soft kiss on his pout you watched at his eyes fluttered open slowly, confusion on his face as he tried to take in what sensation had just woken him up.

He smiled when he saw you looking at him, stretching his limbs and letting out a long yawn.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked.

“Mmmm yes I did, I really like waking up next to you…” He said, his handing tracing absent minded patterns on your arm.

“Me too…” You trailed off feeling a little sad that this wasn’t going to be a permanent thing.

“Your eye looks a little better, I think it’s starting to heal.” You said reaching out to touch his face gently.

“Hm you don’t think it’s sexy? Like in wow he's a big sexy bad boy.”

You couldn’t roll your eyes hard enough turning away from him only to have him whine and pull you back to face him.

“Yeah that whine sounds so bad boy.” You said giggling as he pulled you closer and began kissing your neck.

“Hmmmm, you smell amazing.” He said nuzzling further into your neck with a groan.

You felt yourself begin to grow a little hot at the noise his lips leaving a hot trail down to your collarbone.

You let out a pleased noise.

“Hm you like that baby?” He asked beginning to move his body so he was hovering over you his mouth kissing lower.

You let out a noise of approval feeling too hot and worked up to speak.

His hands found your hips and he slowly pushed up the t-shirt you were wearing his hands gliding along your warm skin.

As he pushed it up further you helped him pulling it off you completely leaving you completely naked.

Yoongi let out a groan at the picture of your naked body in front of him resting his forehead on your stomach trying to compose himself for a moment as the mere sight of you was making him go a little crazy.

You let out a whine “Yoongi do something. Please.”

He looked back up at you a smirk on his face, “Now who’s whining babe?”

You let out a scoff quickly followed by a sharp gasp as his mouth latched onto your nipple.

His tongue teasing and sucking you could feel the wetness pooling at your core.

You wanted to squeal a little, the frustration of his teasingly slow he was going was making you feel crazy.

As he took his time, making sure to kiss every inch of your body by the time he got close to where you needed him most you were a writhing mess.

“Yoongi please.” You gasped out when he kissed the inside of your thigh, merely a few centimetres away from your soaked core.

“Tell me what you want baby. I’ll give it to you.” He said planting another soft kiss even closer this time.

You suddenly felt a little embarrassed, you didn’t think you’d ever begged to get your pussy ate before.

“I want…your tongue on me, fuck please.” You breathed out, hardly able to think straight. You let out a yelp when Yoongi pushed your thighs further apart so he had a full view of your most intimate part.

You let out a low whine of embarrassment trying to close your thighs a little but Yoongi had a strong grip.

“Sorry I’m staring, your pussy is beautiful though…”

You immediately brought your hand up to your face not believing the words coming out of his mouth.

“Yoongi shut up!” You said from behind your hands. He laughed a little, bringing his head down you nearly moaned at the feeling of his breath on your core.

“Please.” Was all you whispered out, so beyond desperate for some sort of relief you were clenching around nothing.

Yoongi’s tongue slowly licked up your core until he stopped at your clit, giving it all his attention.

You moaned, absolutely in bliss at the feeling, but you needed something more.

“Yoongi your fingers please…”

His cock twitched at that, hardening further at your words, did you know what you were doing to him?

He happily obligded, slowly slipping a finger inside you, pumping in and out before adding a second, stretching you out further.

As he kept up his assault on your clit, you didn’t think you’d ever felt an orgasm approach you this fast before, the familiar pressure buliding in record time.

“Yoongi oh my god – I think – I think I’m gonna come, please don’t stop, please.”

As he listened, knowing you were close he picked up the pace, pumping his fingers faster and sucking on your clit a little bit harsher.

“Fuck!” You half yelled along with a moan, turning you head to the side and closing your eyes as you let your orgasm wash over you, your whole body felt heavy as you came down the whole time Yoongi’s tongue never left you slowly working you through it.

“Yoongi.” You said, breathing heavily. “Get back up here.”

You turned back as he slowly moved himself back up so his face was facing yours again a smile on his face.

You placed your hands on either side of his face, feeling like your heart could burst at the sight of the man in front of you, pulling his face to yours so you could kiss him rather than say something stupid.

Yoongi groaned a little as his hard on brushed against you, he must’ve been in need of some serious relief.

You felt an immediate pulse of fresh pleasure at the thought of him getting hard at the action of eating you out.

“Yoongi…want…you to fuck me.” You said between short kisses.

Yoongi smirked at you.

“Really?” He asked feigning innocence and you honestly could’ve rolled your eyes at his teasing if you weren’t so turned on.

“Yes baby please, want you to fuck me so hard Yoongi and I know your big dick will fill me right up.” You said trying to sound as seductive as possible, you could play this game if he wanted too.

Yoongi just stared for a second as his brain buffered not believing the filth coming from you.

“Fuck.” Was all he said as he began kissing your neck again and this time you felt him fishing his cock out of his underwear.

Lining up at your entrance, he stopped just short of pushing in.

“Tell me how bad you want it baby and I’ll give it to you.”

Fuck he was going to be the death of you.

“Yoongi please, I need you so bad, need you to fill me up…”

And with that he sunk right into you. You gasped at the pressure, your head falling back and your eyes almost rolling into the back of your head.

“Jesus fuck!” You yelled as he continued thrusting at such a relentless pace he had to grab you by the hips to stop your body from moving too much.

“Tell me what you want baby… harder, faster?” He asked, his breathing laboured as he tried to keep his pace up.

“Fuck yes oh my god I’ll come so fast like this.” You said your voice pratically vibrating with how hard he was fucking you.

“Yeah?” He said his hand moving further up your body he stopped just short of your throat, eyeing you up.

You had a feeling he was little to nervous to ask what you wanted but you knew what was on his mind.

“Yoongi choke me.” You gasped out. “Please choke me a little, please? It’ll feel so good.”

Yoongi’s hip stuttered a little at your words his eyes widening in shock, he nearly came right there breathing deep trying to compose himself.

“Yeah are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded like a crazy woman. “Yes.” You breathed out, not finding anymore energy to speak, you could feel your orgasm coming.

His hand slowly snaked up your body until it was resting at your neck he slowly wrapped his fingers around it, applying light pressure.

“Baby you need to tell me if it’s too much okay?” You nodded at him again.

His fingers squeezed a little harder as he began fucking you again at an agonising speed.

You closed your eyes letting him choke and fuck you however he wanted, you were in a state of bliss as the familiar knot in your stomach was so close to snapping. He didn’t choke you too hard, always alternating between some pressured squeezes and releasing again.

“Feels so good.” You said when he eased up his pressure for a while.

"If you could see yourself right now baby, taking my dick so well, you are doing so fucking good." he said as he groaned out the last few words clearly too wrapped up in his approaching orgasm.

He continued to fuck you at an achingly perfect pace and all you could do was moan.

“Jesus - Yoongi I'm close I'm - fuck!” You said as one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had tore its way through you.

Your core spasmed uncontrollably as you moaned, bringing Yoongi over the edge with you.

“Jesus christ.” He breathed out as he gathered up some strength to pull out of you and roll over to your side.

You laughed out loud as you turned to face him, unable to think straight you said the first thing that came to mind.

“That black eye still makes you look like a dumbass.”

It was Yoongi’s turn to laugh as you both tried to get your breathing under control.

“Come on, let’s get in the shower.”

You and Yoongi spent the rest of the day lazing around in his bed kissing and laughing, you'd even given him a blowjob when you’d both gotten a little too handsy once again.

You didn’t think you could feel this way with someone but the absolute ease and comfort you felt being with him was indescribable. As you both lay in his bed watching netflix – although there wasn’t much watching – you heard the front door knock.

“Babe it must be the pizza, go open the door while I grab cash so he doesn’t leave.” He said, bouncing up. You had no idea how the two of you had become so comfortably domesticated within the space of a day, but it had came with such natural ease.

“Im indecent!” You whined only wearing one Yoongi’s shirts.

“Go give him a show!” He said winking at you as he went in search of his wallet.

You rolled you eyes, getting up anyway not risking the delivery person getting fed up and actually leaving. As you got to the door you made sure the t-shirt was pulled as far down as it would go.

You opened the door and swung it open “Hi can you wait –“

You froze.

“______?”

You eyes widened in shock. You were suddenly standing face to face with Jin.

#yoongi smut #bts smut #yoongi x reader #bts fanfction #yoongi fanfic #my writing

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Hey, I'm sorry that you're dealing with bad anons. They all deserve to step on a Lego.

Just wanted to say that the palasaki art you made for my request was SO PRETTY. And the Night Nurse in the corner giving them the Looks too <333333

Could you perhaps make something with Crystal and Emma??

Thank you for the request! 💜🤍 (Your message was received and greatly appreciated, thank you!)

(Last call for sketch/doodle requests (keep them simple and sfw please), any requests submitted before December 15th is over will be completed as soon as I am able!)

#I feel like emma came out super cute #I also feel like it's obvious that I watched beetlejuice recently lol #I hope this is a satisfactory follow up to the last one #all of y'all are so sweet #crystal palace #emma the ghost #my art #dbda fanart #dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #dbda #mercury retrograde art requests

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Aaron's Empire

“Yes?” Aaron asked abruptly, seeing that Kirk was calling him yet again.

“He says he’s full already,” Kirk replied. “He’s only had three doughnuts and now he just wants to sit and watch a movie.”

Aaron sighed. As one of his newest recruits, Kirk was more than a little needy when it came to applying the skills that Aaron had tried to instil in him. Every year it seemed like there were more and more guys moving to the city with a kink for fattening up. Although Aaron hadn’t liked it, it had always been necessary for him to outsource to other feeders when he became overrun. He simply did not have the time to tackle all the boys who got in contact with him, desperate to be fattened and submit to him.

“Did you try the trigger words?” Aaron asked. “I made a list of the nicknames Jay gets the most aroused by. They’re all on the file I sent you: ‘Fatso’, ‘Piggy’… I think he even got pretty hard at ‘Lardass’ as well,” he rambled on, trying to recall his observations from the initial feed he had done himself with Jay, three months back.

“I tried them,” Kirk shot back. “Can you come over? I really don’t know what else to do.”

Sighing in frustration, Aaron ended the call. On paper, Kirk looked set to be an awesome feeder: good looking, athletic and masculine-looking. He was one of the star players in the college football team and seemed to have that natural air of authority about him. Feeding a short, little chub like Jay should have been simple. But this was the fourth time he’d got in contact, wanting more support. Perhaps he would make a good feeder one day, but that still seemed like a long way off.

“Thanks for coming,” Kirk smiled, opening the door to Jay’s apartment and seeing that Aaron had picked up a couple of pizzas along the way. He was whispering, having not told Jay that he had needed to get Aaron over to help him.

“Is that what you’re wearing tonight?” Aaron asked, indignantly, seeing the feeder’s attire. “What is with that sweater?” “It’s cold out tonight,�� Kirk mumbled back.

“So?” Aaron grumbled, taking his own shirt and pants off as soon as he was through the door. “If you want these fatties to eat, you sell them the fantasy,” he pointed at his own staggeringly built and athletic body. “They don’t need the wholesome ‘boy next door’ look putting them off,” he sighed, still amazed by how average such a sexy guy could look in something so ill-fitting. “And would it kill you to put some product in your hair?” he continued, noticing that Kirk must have come straight from the showers after his football training.

Kirk nodded, seeming to agree that he hadn’t made enough effort. He followed Aaron’s lead, removing the offending sweater and taking off his pants, despite the slight chill in the apartment. Then he went to the tap and brushed some warm water through his hair to fluff it up a little.

“Hello there, Fatso!” Aaron smiled, leading the way into the lounge area with the pizza boxes.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight as well!” Jay smiled, actually getting up from his chair. Back when Aaron had been feeding the guy himself, the chub had been well trained to stay sitting on his blubbery glutes the entire time he was there. His shirt wasn’t even off and he was wearing actual slippers on his feet, like an old man. Had Kirk really tried to initiate a kinky feeding session when the pig wasn’t even stripped? Just how many other rules like this had the boy been letting slide?

Aaron pulled Jay into a passionate kiss. He allowed both of their hands to roam freely, and by the time they came out of it, Aaron had successfully removed both Jay’s shirt and pants. “You’re looking so big now!” Aaron smiled, taking in Jay’s fattened physique: 350 lbs of tits, belly rolls and blubber.

“I’ve gained another 2 lbs since I saw you last!” Jay boasted, grinning with pride.

Aaron smiled, despite the irritation he felt. Two pounds in an entire month? Did he really think that was acceptable? Did Kirk not challenge him on such mediocre gains? After all the hours Aaron had put in training up the guy’s appetite, back when he was little more than a twink, a two pound gain should have been just a normal part of life for him now.

“Kirk tells me you’ve not got much of an appetite tonight?” Aaron went on, sitting the fat boy back down in his chair, where he belonged. “Is there any reason why?”

Jay looked a little awkward, but smiled as he saw Kirk coming to stand beside Aaron; his toned athlete’s body now on show. “The truth is,” Jay mumbled, “I’ve got my dad and step-mom coming to stay with me this weekend. My dad’s always been somewhat critical of me since I started getting fat. I guess it sort of dampens the appetite,” he sighed.

Aaron nodded sympathetically. “I understand,” he smiled sweetly. “Thank you for being so open with me. It must be incredibly hard for you. As kinky as it is to get this fat, explaining it to your family is never easy.”

“That’s it,” Jay agreed, visibly relaxing now he had shared his concerns aloud. He sat back a little more in his chair and rubbed his tummy. “It’s hard to eat tonight when I know my dad is going to be even more disappointed in me.”

Again, Aaron smiled. He tapped Kirk’s tight butt, silently ordering him into his position, behind Jay’s chair. The next movement was about to begin.

“I really do understand,” Aaron offered lovingly. “As you can imagine, I see it time and time again with all my boys.”

Jay smiled back, with little comprehension of how many guys across the city were actually fattening up under Aaron’s watchful eye.

“But, do you know who doesn’t care?” Aaron asked next, slipping off his underwear and letting his erection spring out. “This guy here,” he pointed at his already pulsing hardness. “He couldn't give a shit about all that sort of crap. The fat boys whinge about how full they are, or how none of their clothes fit. They bitch about their families, their friends not being supportive. They talk about how much they sweat now, how out of breath they get…” Aaron went on, rubbing his boner and seeing that Jay simply could not take his eyes off it. “But this guy…” Aaron emphasised again, “...he just couldn’t give a fuck! He actually gets off on it; their complaints and genuine concerns. He just wants to see them eat and grow, fatter and fatter every single day.”

Aaron nodded to Kirk, letting him know that it was time to tap the newly aroused fatty on the head, ordering him to start sucking. Then, only a few seconds later, Jay’s mouth enveloped as much of Aaron’s dick as possible, moaning with lust as he did so.

Kirk, who was now rubbing Jay’s back encouragingly, looked across at Aaron, clearly impressed at how quickly he had turned the situation around. However, Aaron merely stared back at him in annoyance. It wasn’t just the fact that Jay had always been so pathetically weak at giving blow jobs, but why hadn’t Kirk done this? How many times had he been told these strategies to get the pigs eating when they were less keen? Sometimes their mouths just needed a little warm up; a little lubricating. “Go get the pizzas,” he ordered sternly, about to begin yet another demonstration of how to stuff a pig to his absolute limit.

After that evening, Aaron assigned Jay to another of his feeders, hoping that Jay was simply a poor fit for him. In his place, he gave Kirk a new and highly motivated second year college student who had impressed him a lot when he’d interviewed him about why he wanted to be fattened up. Perhaps seeing the fattening process from scratch might give Kirk the kick up the ass that he needed.

“Five pounds?” Aaron asked, feeling exasperated. “You’ve had three months and that;s all you’ve done to him? He’ll lose that in no time now he’s gone home for the summer!”

“He had exams and stuff, though,” Kirk tried. “I didn’t want to get in the way.”

“Oh, come on, Kirk! How many times have I talked to you about stress eating? You missed a golden opportunity to really push some weight onto him there! He also tells me he’s working on a farm over the summer. How the hell did you let that happen? You know that’s too much exercise!”

“I didn’t really think it was my place to say anything…” Kirk mumbled, realising that he had messed up yet again.

“You’re the fucking feeder!” Aaron shouted, finally letting his frustration get the better of him. “Of course it’s your place to say these things to the pigs!”

Kirk sighed, disappointed with himself. “I’ll do better when I see him next. I promise.”

Aaron shook his head in disappointment yet again. He liked Kirk, he really did. He had all the hallmarks of a good feeder, with a pretty face that made everyone stop and stare. He had the sex appeal to make a guy eat if he really wanted them to. But his application of the basic feeder principles and training were utterly lost on him.

“Look, let’s just take this time as a little breather,” Aaron suggested. “I have some time off at the end of this month. You can come over to my place and we’ll do some little role plays and scenarios; stuff that should help you when your pig gets back for the new semester.”

Kirk nodded gratefully, knowing that he still had so much to learn.

“So, what is a feeder’s main objective?” Aaron asked a couple of weeks later as he led Kirk into his apartment.

The question clearly caught the football player off guard and a long pause followed before he finally answered. “That the pig eats everything we give them,” he offered, seeming confident.

Aaron shook his head. “You’re thinking too short term,” he shot back. “A feeder’s goal is, and always will be, the results: the tight pants, the fat gains, the number on the scales. That’s all that really matters. There are different ways to get there: meal plans, submission, dominance, you name it. But the feeder’s goal is always in the blubber he can pack onto his prey. Is that clear?”

Kirk nodded.

“That means that it really doesn’t matter if you never even use some of the strategies we’re going to revise today. As long as you get the results, that’s all I care about.”

“Okay. That makes sense,” Kirk agreed.

“Feeding is a sensual exercise,” Aaron began, taking his shirt off and removing his pants; still pumped from his gym workout that morning. “You’re never going to feed a pig to his full capacity unless you get the support you need. So where do you find that support?”

Kirk, who had been following Aaron’s lead and undressing, sat himself down in the guy’s feeding chair and pondered the question. “You mean I should call you?” he asked.

Again, Aaron sighed. None of this information should have been new to him. “No, Kirk! The best feeder a pig’s ever going to have is always right between his legs.” He reached out, holding the football player’s semi. “It’s the reason he first fell into gaining and it’s the thing that led him straight to you, so always make sure that you use it in the most effective way that you can,” he explained, rubbing Kirk’s dick until it stood firm and erect. “If fatty stops eating or starts slowing down, give some attention to this thing and you’ll soon see him getting hungry again.”

“Should I suck it?” Kirk asked keenly.

Aaron frowned at the silly question. “It’s entirely up to you. Just…get it hard and keep it that way. That’s all you need to worry about.”

Kirk settled a little more into his chair, enjoying this training more than the other sessions he had had with Aaron. He’d always done better with practical exercises, rather than trying to memorise the theory behind principles.

“Now, most of the time, your pig will buy his own food that he wants you to feed him. But, if ever you’re doing it, you’ve got to choose it all very carefully, thinking about the feeder’s goal… which is?” he quickly questioned.

“The results!” Kirk parroted back to him, pleased that he had remembered something at last.

“Exactly,” Aaron nodded, now pointing to the vast selection of food he had set up on the coffee table for his date with a long-term fatty who was coming over later. “Everything here is from the list I sent you back when you first started. These particular brands are all staggeringly high in calories and quickly digested.” He looked at Kirk’s blank face. “I’ll email the list over to you again then,” he simply stated, deciding not to pull Kirk up on his lack of studiousness.

“What would you start with?” Kirk asked, seeing it all spread out and presented so nicely.

“Well, that depends on your fatty’s preference. You should know what his favourites are; the things that are best to get him started. For example, what is it that catches your eye the most?”

“The cream cakes,” Kirk replied instantly.

“Very well,” Aaron smiled, picking one up. “Before I start, I look down. Is his dick hard? Yes. Are his eyes fixed on the food? Can I make him salivate?”

At that moment, Kirk swallowed a build up of saliva in his mouth.

“Pigs love to be played with. And, at the start, that’s fine. You can waft it under his nose,” he demonstrated comically. “You can dip your finger in the cream and tap it on his piggy little snout,” he joked, doing just that with Kirk. “But when the time comes to feed, you let them know that you’re serious,” he stated sternly. “Because this isn’t a game, is it? And you can’t let the fat boy treat it like one.”

Kirk slowly nodded his head.

“You get their eyes fixed on you now,” Aaron continued, ensuring that Kirk was doing just that. “They realise, you are the feeder. You are the one they are doing this for. During this time, only the two of you exist in the entire world. Pleasure and greed are the only things that have any consequence now. Nothing else.”

Kirk was absolutely silent, taking all of the information in like never before. He looked entirely fixed within the mindset of the boys he would someday feed. Out of a simple curiosity, Aaron brought the cake a little closer to the guy’s mouth, hardly believing that the jock’s jaws were unhinging. His mouth gaping open, Aaron pushed the cake beyond the point of no return, until it squished and fell upon Kirk’s tongue.

Suddenly Kirk was chewing, with his cheeks filled with cream. Had the guy completely misunderstood the concept of role-playing? Sure, the boy was always prettier than he was intelligent, but feeders didn’t do this. This food wasn’t for him. Yet his hardness throbbed every bit as much as the countless others Aaron had done this to in the past.

“Now you praise your pig,” Aaron explained, deciding to take the strange turn all in his stride and act like this was as he had planned. “You tell him how greedy he’s being; how large and fat this will all make him; how he’s going to struggle to get into his pants tomorrow.”

Kirk moaned with pleasure as the last of the cake was pushed into his mouth. He licked Aaron’s fingers clean; his greedy eyes now turning to the other items on the table. Intuitively, Aaron reached across and found the next item, holding it until it was ready and then pushing it deep inside the athletic boy’s mouth.

“Your pig is going to get thirsty pretty quickly, so you need your drinks to hand. These need to be equally high in calories,” he smiled, cracking open a can of soda. “Not too cold,” he stated cautiously. “Everything should flow. We hit them hard and fast while they’re in the zone.”

Kirk took the can of soda and chugged it in one.

Still determined not to show even the slightest bit of surprise, Aaron simply continued his tuition. “Don’t be tempted to just feed the pig what he likes,” he cautioned, seeing that Kirk’s eyes had fallen back onto the cream cakes. “We want to keep mixing up those flavours and textures, pouring in the liquid calories and making the pig wait for those favourites.”

Kirk nodded, accepting whatever was fed into his mouth.

“Always, ALWAYS keep an eye on his dick,” Aaron insisted, taking his hand to Kirk’s hardness and rubbing it for short, gentle periods. “He’s going to want to climax, but it’s your job to make him wait. You do not let him touch himself! His dick belongs to you. You call the shots. And the pig isn’t getting his pleasure until he’s completely stuffed.”

At this, Kirk seemed to redouble his efforts, eating faster and greedier than even before. He’d slipped perfectly into the role; indistinguishable in his apparent lust to feed. His stomach was bloating up, yet still he feasted.

“By this point, your pig is going to be completely disoriented. He’s lost track of what he’s eaten and he has no idea what’s coming next. He’s already massively overdosed on calories, but because of the speed you’re delivering it all to him, his brain hasn’t caught up yet. This is the stuffing ‘window of opportunity’, and you’ve got to push the fatty hard until it closes.”

The food on the table was quickly disappearing. It had been a few months since Aaron had fed a young athlete of Kirk’s stature; almost forgetting how much boys like this could gorge.

“You’ll know when it’s time to stop. The pace slows and they wince at the stretch. But any sign of heaving and you’ve already taken it too far,” Aaron stated. “You make them look you in the eyes again as you take their dick in your hand. You make them say ‘thank you’ for doing this to them, even though they might, even now, be starting to regret how much they have eaten. You tell them what a greedy pig they have been; what all those calories are going to do to their body.”

Kirk was already pulling a face as he felt his orgasm building.

“Now you make them rub their big ol’ tummy,” Aaron ordered, grabbing at Kirk’s limp wrist and placing the boy’s large hand on the top, and most swollen part, of his bloated stomach.

Immediately, the jock’s hand began to explore that new, tightly-packed and solid shape; all so beautifully timed as his pleasure was about to peak.

“And as tough as it is to admit… this moment… the fatty’s actual climax; it’s really not about the feeder,” Aaron whispered now. “It’s about the pig realising what he’s done to HIMSELF; how completely fucked he is for getting so turned on, eating like he has for you.”

Kirk’s breathing was so erratic, with short, squeaking moans escaping from his lips every couple of seconds.

“You make the fat boy look you in the eye. Do what you want inbetween. You can make him promise to get fatter for you, make him oink like a pig, or force a final doughnut into his greedy little mouth; it really doesn’t matter,” he breathed, holding Kirk’s stare with a vice-like grip. “Just let the pig know that you see him for exactly what he is; that he can’t hide it anymore. That he is, and will always be, your greedy hog.”

A massive jet released from Kirk’s crotch, followed by several others, until an almost unfathomable amount of the boy’s excitement had covered his chest and splashed itself all over Aaron’s feeding chair. Yet more stains that would never come out.

Kirk’s charge was assigned a new feeder when he returned to college after the summer. Aaron had made the decision that the boy, who had been so keen to fatten up when Aaron had interviewed him, had been messed around enough by an inadequate feeder. In fact, Aaron had come to realise that Kirk wasn’t even that. Sure, Aaron had flipped feeders into gainers in the past. He even joked that most feeders came with an expiry date, when it would all become too much for them and they’d long for the blubber to be added to their bodies instead. But, Kirk was such a simple boy. Did he even realise yet that he was destined to become a fatty?

“I’m guessing you’ve played some good football in your time,” remarked Kirk’s football coach, heading over to speak to Aaron after he had seen the guy watching his boys play.

“Is it that obvious?” Aaron smiled, knowing that most people assumed he was some sort of football player, given his statuesque height and build. He shook hands with the guy, knowing just how to handle men like these, immediately inventing a backstory for himself in the game that would give him a lot more credibility with the coach. He folded his arms in the same way as him, mimicking the body language and slowly engaging the man enough so that he visibly relaxed more in his company; believing every word he said.

“So just one little broken ankle and that was your entire future NFL career gone?” the coach asked, full of sympathy.

“I think about it every single day,” Aaron lied, shaking his head bitterly. “But you’ve got some decent talent on the field here,” he smiled, pointing to the spot where all the young guys had last stood before heading in to shower.

“They’re okay,” the coach agreed, sounding unconvinced. “We’ve certainly had stronger teams in the past.”

Aaron nodded, as if he knew what he was talking about. “There was one who really caught my eye; the really tall one who spent most of the time over there,” he pointed.

“Kirk?” the coach asked. “Yeah, he’s a good player. Not necessarily the brightest guy I’ve ever come across. He’s quite versatile and plays in a variety of positions. I wouldn’t say he exactly excels in any of them though.”

“Have you ever thought about playing him as an offensive tackle?” Aaron asked. “From what I saw today, he looks more suited to that than anything.”

At this, the coach winced. “You should see some of the guys from the other teams in our league who play in that position. Kirk may be tall and strong, but he’d be dwarfed if he had to go up against them.”

“Bulk him up then,” Aaron shrugged, deciding to lift his arm and show off his bicep. “It’s what my coach did for me. It was the best thing that ever happened for my career. Before the ankle…” he added.

The two men discussed the idea for a little while longer, but Aaron had no intention of hanging around just in case Kirk came out and came over, giving the game away that they knew each other. Instead, he simply planted the seed and left it there to grow.

“When am I getting a new pig?” Kirk asked a couple of weeks later, settling into Aaron’s feeding chair.

“When I think you’re ready,” Aaron lied. “Which reminds me,” he smiled, pulling out his phone and playing a video to the football hunk. “Your last assignment’s new feeder sent me this. He’s getting great results with your old pig. Look at the blubber in that tummy now. His six pack is completely gone!”

“He looks completely different!” Kirk marvelled.

“That’s not even the best part,” Aaron chuckled, waiting for the section in the video when the pig turned and bounced his butt cheeks. “His new feeder says he’s never seen anything like it. It’s like the muscle just completely vanished and been replaced by pure blubber. Look at those thighs too! He’s going to be so bottom heavy!”

“That can’t be the same guy,” Kirk protested. “He didn’t gain like that for me.”

“Well, it’s all about finding the right technique that works for your pig,” Aaron explained, undressing himself and grabbing the supplies from the kitchen.

Kirk had followed his lead, kicking his shirt, sweatpants and underwear to the side and sitting himself back down again. An obvious coating and ring of light blubber sat around his middle from all the sessions Aaron had conducted with him in the last few weeks, but it wasn’t time to acknowledge that with him just yet.

“This is the shake and suck technique,” Aaron went on. “It’s the method that helped your old pig get that huge ass of his. I made this shake up this morning, so it’s had plenty of time to lose the chill.” Aaron heaved, lifting a huge gallon container of thick liquid and putting it on the coffee table with a bump. “You’ve had it plenty of times before. You know what’s in it,” he smirked.

“Yeah, but…” Kirk mumbled, looking at the size of the container. “I’ve only had the odd flask of it when we’ve been training. No one could drink that much of it.”

“That’s where this funnel comes in so handy,” the feeder smiled, lifting it up for Kirk to see. “It stops the pig from ending the chug the moment he starts to feel a little uncomfortable, and so it gives us a lot more control over how much we want the fat boy to take down.”

Kirk’s erection had returned. His legs twitched and he looked down suggestively at it. “What about the sucking part of this method?” he asked, knowing that no one gave a blow job like Aaron.

“It’s called the ‘shake and suck’ technique,” Aaron laughed. “As in… one BEFORE the other!” he teased, noting that Kirk appeared aroused enough to begin. “All you need to do is hold this flask, like this,” he instructed, resting Kirk’s head backwards into the chair at the same time. “Then just, chug away until the funnel is emptied.”

From his position, standing behind the feeding chair and looking over Kirk, Aaron could fully appreciate the gentle loss of definition in the boy’s stomach muscles. Today’s session was going to do so much more serious damage! He lifted the container and let it glug outwards, filling the funnel held steady by the athlete underneath. Just as instructed, the naive boy began swallowing it all up, even as Aaron continued to pour; never letting it get below half-way.

At the first break, Kirk moaned loudly, rubbing his enlarged stomach. Then he burped, long and coarsely, until he at last felt more comfortable. “Fuck!” he sighed. “How much of that stuff did you just pour in? I thought it was never going to end!”

“There’s plenty more, don’t you worry!” Aaron laughed, turning so that he could feed his own erection into Kirk’s mouth. “This is something you can only do at the start of this technique,” Aaron explained. “And you’ve got to go gentle. You can’t be making your pig gag when there’s all that fattening liquid in his stomach.”

Aaron could tell that Kirk was at last starting to learn some of the blow job skills he’d been taught in recent weeks. Aaron exhaled and felt his eyes widen. Shit, this guy was actually pretty good!

“And that’s enough of that,” Aaron smiled, pulling out before he lost his composure. “Back to business!” he ordered, placing the funnel back into Kirk’s hands. “This second chug has to be shorter, and the next one will be shorter again,” he explained, already pouring from the now considerably lighter container and looking down to check that Kirk’s hardness wasn’t faltering.

At the end of the second chug, Kirk moaned once more and gave off a long fog-horn like burp. However, this time his stomach was so rounded and stretched, actually resembling a belly for the first time. Without even prompting, Kirk’s hands began exploring it as Aaron engaged in a gentle first suck in his crotch. Not that Aaron would ever have told him, but already over two thirds of the gallon of gainer shake was gone.

“Depending on your pig, this method can take all day. And that’s fine,” Aaron nodded. “The main thing is, we want that shake inside them.”

Automatically, Kirk rested his head back again the moment he felt ready. The third session began and Kirk was soon enjoying the rewards of having Aaron’s lips around his erection once more.

“A pretty effective technique, huh?” Aaron laughed, just stopping as Kirk seemed about to climax.

“Let’s finish this thing!” Kirk grunted, throwing his head back and knowing that the end was near. Fuck the consequences. He needed that orgasm soon.

“You want me to take on another pig?” asked Jack, one of Aaron’s most capable feeders, a few weeks later. “That’s two in the last six weeks!”

Aaron nodded apologetically. “I know. I would do it myself, but I just don’t have the time. His name’s Peter; twenty-two, already chubby; great little appetite when I interviewed him. He wants pushing hard, and he’s kinky as fuck. I think you’ll have a lot of fun with him,” he summarised, showing Jack a picture before sending over the contact details.

“Cute!” Jack smiled. “Are you sure you’re okay with letting me have all the fun?”

“I just know you’ll do a great job,” Aaron chuckled, slapping the guy on his back.

Jack simply smiled back knowingly. “I bumped into Kirk the other day. He told me you haven’t given him a pig in months.”

Aaron raised his eyebrows. “Well, there are reasons for that.”

“You’re flipping him, aren’t you?” Jack pressed. “Kirk tried to tell me that his coach is bulking him up to play a new position on the field, but there’s no denying your handiwork on that little paunch of his. That’s where most of your time is going these days, isn’t it?”

“Possibly,” Aaron smirked, liking how direct Jack could be at times. “I’m throwing everything at him and I’ve yet to find a single one of my moves that doesn’t work on him.”

“Does he realise?” Jack asked.

“What do you think?” Aaron laughed, knowing that he didn’t need to hide his wicked side with a guy like Jack. “I’ve even got him writing up an assignment for me on the ‘feeder training’ he’s had in the last few weeks! He’s coming round this evening for the ‘Funnel, Fuck and Flip’ exercise.”

Jack chuckled. He’d only met Kirk a handful of times, so could hardly pity the guy if he had fallen into one of Aaron’s typical games. “So when are you going to make your move on him?” he asked.

“Soon,” Aaron smiled. “He’s almost ready now… Just one last little push!”

Later that evening, Kirk bent himself against the table with his legs stretched. His stomach was hard and swollen with gainer shake, drooping down as his head was held only inches above a decadent three-layered chocolate cake.

“Not many guys can hold an erection like I can,” Aaron explained, having pushed himself inside Kirk’s tight butt hole with a lot less wincing from the athlete than in previous weeks. “So don’t worry if you struggle with this move when you’re feeding a fatty this way.”

“Okay,” Kirk mumbled back, breathing deeply as his body tried to get used to the sheer size of Aaron’s thick hardness inside of him. “I think I’ll be ready in a second,” he whispered.

“Good,” Aaron replied, trying not to laugh. He leaned a little more over Kirk’s broad back. “Now, messy pigs adore this one. All I’m going to do is gently lower your head into the cake before I start fucking you.”

“So the pig has to try and eat whilst he’s getting pounded?” Kirk asked.

“That’s the idea,” Aaron smirked.

“Is that even possible?” Kirk asked again.

“I guess you’ll soon find out,” Aaron chuckled, checking that Kirk was ready and then pushing his head gently into the cake so that his entire face was covered in frosting. “Good Piggy!” he called out, already starting to fuck him. Despite the many fatties he’d worked on over the years, few were ever as thrilling as this!

A few weeks later, Kirk had arrived at Aaron’s in a somewhat distracted mood. “Coach says I’ve put on too much fat in my bulk, and that it’s affected my performance on the field.”

“Of course you have,” Aaron shrugged, getting himself undressed as Kirk did the same. “How else am I supposed to teach you about how to tease a fat ass properly? You can’t make an omelette without cracking a few eggs.”

Kirk seemed to consider this.

“Now is the time when you can really get to grips with your pig’s trigger words. Some of them love being called out on being a pig, whereas others are not keen. Some don’t even like teasing at all.”

“So you ask them what words they like to be called?” Kirk asked.

“No,” Aaron sighed, wondering how he ever thought that Kirk could make a good feeder. He simply had no intuition at all. “You try the words out and see what works best. Which ones suit them? Which ones get them the hardest? That’s the way I figured out yours.”

“I have trigger words?” Kirk shot back in surprise.

“Of course you do. All FAT BOYS do,” Aaron smiled, poking Kirk in his doughy middle, making the guy’s hardness bounce. “‘Fat Boy’: the name works on you every time. I never could have got you to complete that pot of whipping cream last week without it.”

“Fuck!” Kirk marvelled, perhaps realising for the first time just how much Aaron had actually burrowed into his head. “Are there more?”

“Of course there are,” Aaron nodded. “There are movements too. Like when I cup your glutes and give them a little bounce,” he demonstrated, giving Kirk’s butt cheek the lightest of wobbles. “See?” he asked, nodding down at Kirk’s weeping erection. “You’ve been so firm and athletic your whole life, this is a completely new experience for you. The feeling of fresh fat invading your body. It’s why being called a ‘fat ass’ works so well on you too.”

Aaron kissed him deeply as he continued to jiggle the boy’s glutes. Kirk’s breathing was hot and heavy; more aroused than ever he had been so early into their sessions. This was new and exciting.

“Few people would spot it in you; partly because you're so broad and muscular. But you’re also a very submissive boy,” Aaron continued.

“I am?” Kirk asked. “I thought feeders had to be mostly dominant?”

At this Aaron sniggered. “Oh, come on, Kirk!” he smiled, still bouncing the soft glutes. “You’re no feeder.”

Kirk closed his eyes to appreciate the feeling of his jiggling butt cheeks. “What am I then?” he whispered, sounding like he was finally ready to hear the truth.

Aaron placed his mouth right next to Kirk’s ear and whispered back, deploying the boy’s ultimate trigger word.

“You’re my big, fat HOG!”

Just like that, Kirk moaned like he had been shattered into a thousand pieces. He pulled Aaron into him and kissed him with more passion than ever before.

“You’re going to quit football for me,” Aaron demanded, immediately seizing the moment as Kirk had surrendered himself; a part of him released and fully conscious for the first time.

“I’ll do anything!” Kirk agreed, allowing himself to be pushed into the feeding chair; another stuffing about to commence.

“Good!” Aaron grinned. “Because you’re moving in here with me too. I’m taking a six month sabbatical from the other fatties. I want to see what I can do when I just devote myself to one little hog, twenty four hours a day. How far can I take them?”

Kirk looked down at his stout little belly and his eyes filled with lust. “I’m all yours!”

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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hey !! i saw your batboys headcanon thing ( plus jaime ) about how clingy they would be ,, but do you think you could write a reaction for them ( and jaime if you'd like as well idm ! ) to if they dated someone who wasn't that fond of physical touch / affection ?

like how it would affect the way they show their love and stuff !!

thank you so much, love your works xx

For DAMIAN nothing much would change, after all physical affection isn’t his forte and completely understands why you don’t like it as much, for he certainly didn’t unless it was the occasional heat of the moment type of thing; then he’ll act like he never did hug/ touch you with flustered cheeks.

Damian’s primary love language was acts of services with a minor in gift giving because he always comes to you with a drawing he’s done recently, and practically pushed the piece of paper into your hands where you were greeted with the most beautiful sketch of you in existence. He’s not great with words as he often comes across as blunt or overly sarcastic, but when he’s reprimanding you about appropriately clothing yourself for the weather as he’s adjusting your scarf or whatever, it’s a sweet act disguised as annoyance.

Damian shows his care in a unique way but you could’ve have asked for a better partner.

For JAIME he respects that physical contact may not be your thing and will resort to vocalising his affection and love for you. After all Jaime came from a household of familial love and affection, so he wanted you do something for you where you knew where his mind was most -if not- all the time; on you.

He will shower you and praise you with love no matter what and will not allow a single negative thought to pass through your pretty head, not on his watch and Khaji-Da will gladly offer their own words of affirmation but they come out as more ‘crush your enemies to dust’ or ‘show them that you are far better then those weak willed insects and will not submit to their own self projection.’

You understand where Khaji-Da was coming from, even if it did come across as threatening, but Jaime will always reword it into something more positive and meaningful such as; ‘you’re amazing and I love you, you’re killing it my love!’ Or ‘you already know your worth so why let others people try to determine it for you when you’ve already go what most people want. Heart, passion!’ And so on.

For JASON physical touch was his way of reassuring himself that you weren’t going to leave, that you were alive. So when he found out that physical touch wasn’t your most favouriting thing, he was more than willing to resort to his secondary love language; quality time.

Jason loves spending as much time with you as he can and will do so as a substitute for physical contact out of his love and respect for you and your boundaries. If anything quality time with you also helps in reassuring him that you weren’t going anywhere and that you were alive, even when your both sat in comfortable silence doing your own things, it relaxes Jason’s oftentimes frantic mind and allows him to breath and live in the moment knowing that you were very much safe from all harm in your shared apartment.

For DICK physical affection was his primary love language and he loved letting the people he loved know he was there for them by a few simple touches, it didn’t require him to use his words, despite being quite the flatter for when he did.

So when he noticed that you weren’t exactly reciprocal of his touch, Dick knew he had to switch to his secondary love language which was words of affirmation, which often came out a lot flirtier then it probably should, but Dick was use to doing so just to get on someone’s good side and get them to lower their guard but never towards his adoring partner whom he cares very much for with his whole heart.

Vulnerability, communication and commitment weren’t his strongest suits unfortunately but he tries for you, he truly tries with every sweet word that left his lips to make you recognise that you and a place within his heart, and that’s all that would matter in that moment as he’s looking at you with such caring and loving eyes.

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oligbia · 7 days ago

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Tendo Satori X GN!Reader tags: fluff, mentions of playful biting Inspired by this post by @8eyedfreak

He’s always had pretty hands- the kind with long, slender fingers and veins that peak out now and then. You’ve always been restless, looking for something to fidget with. So in many ways, the way you use his hands as a personal fidget toy shouldn’t shock anyone, really.

You fingers linking and unlinking with his, bending his fingers back as he talks on and on about something, gently tracing small cricles around the base of his fingers as if a ring was there, comparing sizes of hands casually in the store while he looks at something- you just loved his hands and how they felt in yours.

Tendo never minded much either. He found it rather endearing that something as small as his hands could provide such simple entertainment and comfort. It wasn’t something of a sexual nature, it was just you needing something to do with your hands, and his were there- he was always there.

One night in particular, though, you caught him off guard. The two of you sat watching a movie on the couch, his arm draped across the back of your shoulder, his hand resting on your shoulder. Or, it would be resting on your shoulder if you weren’t playing with his fingers. You were twisting yours around his, curling fingers sideways over his and gently bending them at the knuckles as your eyes remained fixed on the TV in front of you.

And then you just bit his finger.

It wasn’t anything painful or anything intense- just a gentle gnawing on his knuckle like you’d chew on the rubber eraser on the back of a pencil- an absent-minded gesture.

And oddly enough, he really loved it. He couldn’t help the smile and faint chuckle that bubbled up in his chest and out of his lips when you continued to gnaw on his finger.

“What are you now, sweets? A dog?” He said in a light laugh.

You looked at him, puzzled, then realized what you were doing and quickly dropped his hand entirely, cheeks and neck red of embarrassment, “Don’t talk to me. Don’t acknowledge me. I must perish now.”

You slowly move from his grasp, and he pulls you in closer with a whiny and prolonged ‘no,' and a giggle.

“It’s cute, you can keep doing it.”

You shot him a sideways look and shook your head, “freak.”

“You’re the one chewing on my fingers,” he practically puts them in your mouth for you, letting them hover right above your lips. You roll your eyes and bite down on the part of his hand where his thumb meets his wrist, and he laughs, placing a gentle kiss to your temple.

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tinyluvs · 3 months ago

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❥ summary; swiss? collared. aurora? ass eaten. hotel? trivago ❥ warnings; collar & a leash on swiss, aurora calls him princess and swiss likes it. all of the other fun stuff, i forgot how to tag ❥ authors note; had a breakdown, made this, bon appetite :))) ❥ wc; 1.5k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

soft leather hugs swiss' neck, pulled tight by aurora tugging on the matching leash. the prettiest pink she's ever seen, made so much prettier by the gold sparkles imbedded deep in the fabric and it looks gorgeous against swiss' skin

aurora presses her chest against the wall and arches her back until her ass is jutting out behind her, peeking out from under her skirt, giving swiss an eyeful from where he's sat patiently on his knees, waiting

her tightest hole clenches as she moves, shiny and already wet with her own sweet slick. swiss needs to get his tongue on her as fast as he can but all he can do is lick his lips and wait for her to let him

with the leash wrapped tight around her fist, aurora pulls and guides swiss’ head up until his chin is resting on the swell of her ass. large golden eyes look up at her, far softer than she’s used to seeing, “are you going to be a good boy?” aurora purrs

swiss whines softly and attempts to nod his head against the strain of his collar, jostling just so and sending the little golden tag colliding with the metal clip on the leash

on one side of the tag is aurora’s name, engraved in her own handwriting, and the other says, princess. aurora’s favourite nickname for him, “words,” aurora pauses, reaching down to toy gently with the tag, “princess,”

“i’ll be good,” swiss rasps, his voice rough from the pressure on his neck. aurora’s eyebrows raise, unimpressed by his response but luckily swiss is smart enough to realise that, “i promise, i-i’ll be good, please,”

in aurora's opinion, it's laughable how fast swiss submits to her. he's naturally cheeky, overly flirty, so much bigger than her but a simple bat of her lashes, a pretty skirt, an even prettier collar and he's practically eating out of the palm of her hand

he's trained well enough to know she hasn't explicitly told him to do anything yet, so, he kills time dragging and pressing his lips over the sweet little dimples littering the surface of her ass cheeks

the tips of his fingers walk up the back of her legs, up and over her calf, the dip in the back of her knee and further upwards until he's ghosting his touch right over the backs of her thighs

"i need you," swiss mumbles with his lips still pressing against her. he shifts his weight, vulnerable under aurora's gaze and his cock twitches against his stomach, smearing pre through the dusting of hairs below his navel

aurora can't help but look, her eyes shift downwards to ogle his fat cock. the head is shiny and small beads of pre drip down his length, soaking his balls before dripping into a small puddle on the floor and it makes aurora whimper

slick pours from her hole as she keeps her movements languid, passing the leash down between her parted thighs and pulling swiss closer, leaving the tip of his nose ghosting over the dip between her soft ass cheeks

"show me," aurora whispers, bending further forwards until her back aches beautifully and her holes are presented for swiss and swiss only, "show me how much you need it," she whines

swiss echos her whine with his own as she guides him closer. his lips press to her dripping pussy in a lewd kiss and he can’t help but bask in it, letting her slick coat his nose, lips and chin

he presses his thumbs into the underneath of her ass cheeks and then gently drags them outwards, spreading her open with a small wet pop. her cunt glistens and her clit visibly throbs but as tempting as she looks, swiss wants something else

"can i, y-your ass?" swiss asks, giving a slow, tentative lick over her rim, dragging slick and spit over her hole. aurora gasps and clenches tight but she pushes back against his tongue, urging him to keep going

“yes, fuck, yes,” aurora yelps and then trails off into a moan as swiss leans all the way into her and starts lapping at her hole. the tip of his tongue catches on her cunt with every long lick, dragging slick upwards from her pussy

she tastes good, addictive, swiss could lose himself in her for the rest of his life. her taste, her scent, the sound of her little whimpers interrupting short panted breaths, he couldn’t ever get enough but he can try

swiss circles the tip of his tongue around her wet rim, teasingly slow. he makes sure she can feel all of it, every twitch of every muscle in his tongue as he maps out her body, managing to ignore her quivering hole with every circle

“let me fuck it,” swiss murmurs against her, turning his head to drag his fangs over her ass, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make her gasp and yank on his leash, forcing a tiny choked moan to escape his throat

aurora rearranges the leash until the delicate stitching along the sides of the leather presses to her clit, “ask me, nicely,” she orders, rolling her hips a little to grind forwards over the leather and then back against swiss’ tongue, “ask,”

“please, can i fuck it?” swiss asks immediately, digging the tips of his fingers into aurora’s ass hard enough to leave bruises, “i promise it’ll feel good, please, you taste so fucking good,”

he doesn’t get much of a response but aurora holding his leash tight enough for her to sit back on his tongue is enough, swiss doesn’t wait a second longer before teasing his tongue at her puckered hole

“y-yeah, fuck it, put it, oh, put it in,” aurora cries while swiss begins to press his tongue against her tight ring. they know each other too well, have played these games too many times so as aurora sucks in a breath and relaxes her body on the slow exhale, swiss licks into her

aurora’s free hand reaches back, fingers tangling into swiss’ hair as he works her open. there’s a slight stretch but it doesn’t hurt, it never does with swiss, aurora only ever feels, good

gently, swiss pulls back until his tongue is slipping free from her body but before she can whine, or complain, he’s spitting over her hole and diving back in, eliciting a sudden cry from aurora while her thighs start to tremble

swiss tries to focus but it’s hard with his tongue fucking into her slowly, with her fingers pulling at the roots of his hair, with the collar tightening around his neck with every pull and with his cock throbbing and pulsing against his stomach

he doesn’t have to look to know his cock is red, purple even, as it goes forgotten about but he can feel the thick streams of pre running down his length and over his fat sack with every buck of his hips, he knows he’s making a mess but he doesn’t care

aurora starts to cry out with every thrust of his tongue, it’s a lot to handle, he’s inside of her. it doesn’t matter how many times she lets him do this, it’s always a lot. her legs shake and every grind of her hips seems to drive swiss deeper

“p-princess,” aurora whimpers and swiss whines, pitchy, high and scratching out of his throat, “feels good, s’gonna make me cum,” she slurs her words slightly as the leash rubs against her clit just right, finally at the perfect angle

“uh huh,” swiss hums, muffled by her ass pressing against his face but she gets the message. her hips jerk in frantic humps, closer to fucking herself on his tongue rather than him doing any of the work and swiss lets her

he sits back on his heels and tickles his fingers up the backs of her thighs. the sensation makes her jump slightly, her rhythm faltering for just a second before she’s found it again, bringing herself closer and closer to her orgasm

“i’m gonna, gonna,” aurora pants, shakily, as her rim starts to tighten and pulse around his tongue. swiss waits for the rest of her sentence to come, sliding his hands over the bottom of her back while her body begins to shake, “c-cum-ing” she hiccups

her body tenses as her orgasm takes over, her hole constricts and pushes swiss’ tongue out. his leash goes slack as she loses her grip on it, so he sits back and watches. one hand smoothes over her spine while the other flies down to his cock

“oh fuck,” swiss grunts as his orgasm hits before he’s even got his fist around himself. his cum splashes over aurora’s ankle, making her jump and alerting her to the fact he didn’t wait for her to tell him he could cum

aurora turns around and slowly slides down the wall until she’s sitting with her trembling thighs spread “i thought you were going to be a good boy,” she pouts and swiss’ eyes snap open, his gaze dropping down to her cunt immediately

she circles her fingertips around her sensitive, twitching, clit before slipping them downwards to spread her dripping hole wide, making swiss whimper when the slick that was pooling just inside of her starts to drip

“sit there and beg for it, like a good boy and then maybe i’ll consider letting you fuck me,” she explains with a sweet smile

swiss swallows thickly and then, starts to beg, like a good boy

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years ago

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Your Boyfriend Owen

Yandere Male x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon/dubcon, stalking, drugging, kidnapping, chaining, general yandere behavior, social awkwardness, creepy staring, mild scent kink.) Word Count: 2.5k (This was supposed to be a small couple hundred word drabble... oopsiedoodles...)

It was the first day of your last year in college.

At the end of class there was a student lingering at his desk. He was your age and of average build, maybe a bit on the skinny side, with disheveled medium length black hair that was a bit wet with sweat and glasses that were a bit crooked.

He seemed really distraught and panicky as he typed on his laptop.

You introduced yourself and asked him if he needed help with something.

He went silent and awkwardly stared at you for a moment before speaking.

“Uh… hi, I’m Owen.”

He was obviously not used to people approaching and talking to him.

I-I don’t know how to get assignments and submit them on this updated online portal we have this year! I just cannot figure it out!”

You leaned over his desk and took a look at his laptop, you happily showed him how to navigate the new system. You didn’t blame Owen for being so high strung, the classes were tough and this new portal was pretty confusing.

What you didn’t realize was that in this simple act of helping him you had made the biggest mistake of your life.

Owen was stunned that you were helping him. You must have liked him! No one was this nice to a random stranger.

As you leaned over his desk to use his laptop he noticed you smelled so nice.

If he hadn’t already been sweating from his previous issues with the student portal you may have noticed the blush that crept across his face.

When you finished he thanked you nervously before you left for your dorm.

There was plenty of foot traffic to and from the dorms, classes, and the food places on campus. It was very easy for Owen to go unseen as he followed you to your dorm.

He… just wanted to make sure you got there safely. And also wanted to see where you lived.

Over the course of the next few weeks Owen you constantly caught Owen staring at you in class and he never failed to greet you when you sat down or try to talk to you when you left. You were always polite but… it was a little creepy to be honest, but you ignored it because it was pretty harmless. He just had a crush on you.

It was far from harmless though, during the time of day that you had classes and he didn’t he would sneak into your dorm and take little “treasures” that he was sure you wouldn’t miss.

A used pair of underwear that still had your scent from the day before. Maybe a shirt if it wasn’t one of your favorites, he knew which ones you wore most often.

As far as he was concerned he was your boyfriend, even if you didn’t know it yet, and good boyfriends noticed small details like favorite clothes.

He also took note of super important information like what food seemed to be your favorite, wherever you ate lunch he was sure to be in the crowd watching you.

Things probably would have continued on like that for a lot longer, just a creepy stalker pining for you, but then one day you helped someone else in class.

They didn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as you! He was fuming, he clenched his hands so hard that his nails bruised his palms. To grace such a nobody with your assistance drove him beyond jealousy.

But that did not even compare to when he saw you the next day eating lunch with the slime ball.

Why would you do that to him? Surely you liked him, not this piece of shit. He must have forced himself into your space and you were just too sweet to push him away.

Owen had to do something before things escalated too far. And he didn’t have to wait too much longer to have his opportunity.

There was a huge Halloween party coming up and he knew for a fact you would be going.

He went with a masquerade ball costume, complete with an intricately decorated Venetian mask.

When you were at the party he waited for the perfect moment to make his move. He stared at you the entire time, not taking his eyes off of you for a moment. Even if he hadn’t been planning something he wouldn’t have been able to take his eyes off you. You had decided to go as a pale faced vampire, it made him wonder what your teeth on his neck would feel like.

When you were all alone, and after your judgment was a bit off from a few drinks Owen came over and introduced himself and started chatting you up before offering you a drink.

He was a bit of an oddball, but he was always nice right? What was the harm?

You accepted the drink and soon everything was a blur. You weren’t rendered entirely unconscious, just helpless, compliant, and a touch clingy.

Owen escorted you out of the party with you leaning on him heavily, his face was red beneath his mask, his darling was relying on him for support! Just how it should always be~

Not many people at the party knew you, and even if they had they wouldn’t have thought much of you leaving in this manner, you just appeared to be a little drunk and leaving with someone who you trusted.

Owen stroked your cheek gently and guided you gently into the passenger seat of his car.

It was really happening, he was taking his love home.

He lived with his parents, in the large basement of their house. He was the true epitome of a basement dwelling freak.

You clung to him and nuzzled into his neck as he brought you inside. You didn’t know why, but you felt so needy.

He sat you down softly on the bed, he had changed the color of the sheets to match yours. He wanted you to feel at home and get adjusted to being here as quickly as possible and thought it may make the transition easier.

To that end he had also hung copies of the same posters you had hanging in your dorm, had the bookshelf filled with every book that he had ever seen you reading, and while everyone else was at the party he had even managed to snag a few things from your room.

Most notably your Nintendo switch and your blankets. They were drenched in your scent~

In your drugged state you couldn’t quite make sense of your surroundings… it looked kinda similar to your room… but not…

“Wh-wherrre aare w-w-weee?” You couldn’t speak without slurring your words.

“We’re home! Th-this is where you live now!

That didn’t seem right… did it? It felt a bit off… But why would this nice man lie to you? He gave you a drink and a ride… home.

“You’ll live here with me and I will take good care of you!”

“That’sss sooo n-nice of you”

Owen smiled, he knew you may feel differently once the drugs wore off, but he had taken precautions just in case. What mattered was that you were here, you weren’t leaving, and you’d eventually admit that you liked him and wanted to be here with him.

He sat down beside you on the bed and wiped the pale makeup from your face gently, you leaned into his touch with a cute sigh that made his heart swell and his cock twitch.

You were so perfect. Eventually you would be like this without the drugs, he just needed to be patient and train you until you saw that you needed him as much as he needed you. He had wanted to wait until that point to make love with you.

But… you were acting so sweet and needy. So malleable. And he could tell that you really needed it, your face was flushed and you kept grinding your crotch slowly against your arm that you had between your legs.

You stared up at him in confusion as he began to peel away his clothing, his cock bouncing free. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it. Then he carefully took off what you were wearing, slowly. He wanted to savor the moment. The person he loved more than anything else in the entire world was about to be revealed completely to him.

“So p-perfect~”

“Whaaaa are you doooinnng?” You looked up at him while not even noticing you were already grinding into your arm again.

He rubbed your thighs gently before replying.

“I’m g-going to help you with this,” he said as he caressed your crotch.

You blushed and smiled, in that moment all you could think that Owen was just so nice. He had already taken you home and now he was going to help you with your arousal too!

You spread your legs to allow for easier access as he fumbled with the lube.

He was considerably more nervous than before.

“I-it’s my first time, I hope I’m okay~ I-if I’m not we can pr-practice until I get it right!”

Owen applied the slick fluid liberally to his cock, where it mixed with the precum that his cock was practically drooling, then he scooted you to the edge of the bed and knelt between your legs, using his tongue to get you nice and stimulated.

The scent and flavor of you was almost enough to make Owen cum almost immediately, he was more drugged by your smell than you were on actual drugs. He moaned loud, taking it all in.

Before he caused either of you to orgasm before the main event he managed to pry himself away and apply lube to your entrance, sliding in a couple of fingers and twirling them around inside you.

You bucked and moaned, desperate to have more inside you as the lube mixed with all the saliva he had deposited inside you.

“Neeed morrrre,” You started crying a bit, you were just so desperate. You were like a bitch in heat and nothing would take care of it except Owen’s cock.”

“S-so needy! Don’t cry honey bun, I will take care of you!”

You tried to get your sobbing under control as he kissed you deeply.

“Gosh, y-you’re pretty even when you’re crying…

Then he stood beside the bed and propped your legs up on his shoulders. He rubbed the tip around your hole a bit, wanting to ingrain this moment into his memory for the rest of his life, before grabbing your hips and plunging his entire length inside of you in one movement.

The two of you gasped in unison, finally you felt that yearning void in you start to fill and he was inside of you.

It was much better than he had imagined in the fantasies he had so fervently jerked off to.

The heat, the tightness, your insides were enveloping his cock in pure bliss. And the smell of your sweat mingled with his and the scent of sex was just indescribable.

He slid in and out rhythmically, bending down and biting your neck as he did so. Claiming it as he sped up faster and faster.

Owen couldn’t help not lasting too long, and luckily for him you couldn’t either in your drugged state.

You cried out as you came hard, the force of your climax shaking through your body, pushing Owen over the edge. He filled you with plenty of cum before wrapping his arms around you lovingly.

“I love you so much!”

Your intoxicated mind felt the perfect response to this was, “I looo-love youuu toooo.”

When you woke up you were clothed and all cleaned up, and you could scarcely remember a single thing after the party. You had an awful headache and it took you a few moments to realize that this was certainly not your bedroom.

You felt someone spooning you from behind.

Owen. Owen was spooning you!

You must have gotten black out drunk and hooked up with him.

The thought made you feel sick to your stomach.

You immediately jumped out of bed and went to put your shoes on when you finally saw it.

A long thick chain that led to a shackle around your ankle.

You screamed.

Owen woke up instantly and tried to console you. He had been worried this may be your reaction.

“C-calm down honey b-bun. Just let me expla-”

“Don’t call me honey bun you sick freak!” You shouted the words with as much venom as you could muster, with tears threatening to roll down your face at any moment.

“HELP! HELP PLEASE!! SOMEON-”

Owen grabbed you from behind and put his hand over your mouth, using his other hand to hold you close to his shirtless form.

You still yelled, but it was pretty muffled. You could only hope someone had heard your initial outburst.

“Shh baby, calm down, it will be okay I promise~”

He kissed the top of your head and you tried to shake him off but you were still weak from last night, and he was stronger than you had anticipated. You finally went still and silently cried, your voice too strained now to say much of anything.

Then you heard footsteps coming from above you, they got louder as they approached. Did he have roommates? Had they heard your plea for help? You allowed a spark of hope to ignite inside of you.

You couldn’t see it, but Owen was blushing deeply.

“O-oh jeez, I didn’t want you to meet my parents y-yet. Not until you felt b-better.”

A man and a woman came down the steps. They both had features that reminded you of Owen.

The woman spoke while the man stood behind her, “Just what the HELL is going on at this early hour!? The sun is barely out and I have to work later tod-”

She met your eyes, only just now realizing that her son had someone in his arms. You could see her gaze follow the chain that bound your leg to the wall.

Seeing your tear streaked face, red and puffy from crying, shaking from fear, she gave a look of sympathy. Your hope grew. Would she help you escape her loony son? Your sore throat strained to form words, but they only came out muted and garbled through Owen’s hand.

“Owen! You didn’t tell us you were dating! Honestly, with how awkward you are, I was a bit afraid you’d never take a liking to someone.”

Then she looked at you again.

“You’ll be okay, I know it’s hard at first, but you’ll settle right in.”

“I-i made sure the shackle was lined with something s-soft so it doesn’t hurt them. J-just like you told me how you did when y-you started dating dad!”

You saw the man bite his lip and gaze down sheepishly.

Owen was in his mid 20s, if his age was any indication… if he was conceived when his parents first met… then you were going to be here for a very long time.

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bunny-jpeg · 10 months ago

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Can i order Chocolate chip cookies, croissant and coconut water served by ceo!lewis and secretary!reader

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chocolate chip cookies ("you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat") + croissant ("i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me.") + coconut water (alternate universe) served by ceo!lewis hamilton (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, ceo!lewis, secretary!reader, horner!daughter, office sex, dirty talk, mean & dominant!lewis,

you were told that working for hamilton would be a good idea. your father assured you that working outside of the company he founded would be good for you.

"you can learn so much." your father said with his hands on your shoulders, "working under hamilton will be an amazing experience." your father would've never suggested you work for lewis if he had knew you'd end up with your panties around your ankles and the sound of the big, scary ceo fucking you up against his desk.

"your tits have gotten bigger." he said as he groped them between his large hands. you looked at lewis from under your lashes, "didn't get any work done, did you? i feel like that's something i should know."

most bosses did not care about the size of their secretary's breasts. they definitely didn't grope them like they were a toy. but still, you were in lewis' lap with his hands on you. he smelled lightly of liquor, something he gave a little to you earlier while you were perched in his lap.

"no, sir. just went home last weekend."

lewis made a small pleased noise, "did you do anything? anything i should know about?" when your father called in to check in on you, lewis hid some of the details. you were doing so well (at taking lewis' cock), you were a hard worker (you didn't cry when he choked you anymore), and you were such a team player (anything lewis wanted. you were game for).

like when lewis let his associates have an afternoon with you on his boat, where you served them drinks. verstappen got a good eye of your breasts in the tiny bikini and sainz almost dropped his drink out of his hand when he saw you bend over to pick up something that lewis (purposefully) dropped on the ground. you looked painfully cute, even when you got into lewis' lap when you were done your serving duties. and stayed comfortable in his lap while he talked business. but the men with him were too busy seeing if your nipples were going to slip out of the tiny bikini top.

you shook your head, "no, sir. went to my apartment and drank wine." you winced when he groped your thigh once more.

his nose was up against your neck as he held onto you, "shame. you could've spent the weekend with me." he rubbed your thigh almost tenderly, "leclerc would've been happy to see you." you knew you weren't the only secretary who was being fucked by their boss.

his fingers trailed across the bottom of your skirt. you held onto him tightly. you shuddered a little at his touch, he loved the sight of you. when you got all flustered in his lap.

"i know, sir. but if i spend too much time at the office. my father might get suspicious." you said as his thick fingers dragged across your cunt which made you gasp a little.

"mmm. i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me." he said softly, before he got you off his lap and onto the desk. he shoved two of his fingers into your mouth, you could taste the bit of wetness on them. you whined and arched your back while he pushed your skirt up over your ass. it exposed the pretty panties with the daisies on them. a personal favourite.

you happily sucked his fingers like the eager girl you were. you whimpered against his digits. your heart hammered in your chest while you tried to be quiet for him.

"while i think you're beautiful when you smile. but, you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat. too bad i can't take your throat right now. but i know she misses me." referring to your pussy.

he took his fingers out your mouth and you covered your mouth with your hands. you couldn't be too loud, as much as lewis enjoyed your kitten mewls. he eyed your pretty wet cunt when he got your panties around your ankles. he got his cock out of his slacks and loosened his tie. you really knew how to get him going.

"you know how to behave, baby girl. always so good for me." then watched you tense up while he got his cock into you. in all fairness you were sort of bad at your job, he was certain this favor for horner was only meant to last a few months before you were swapped out with someone more competent.

but he was certain the no other woman he hired would have a pussy like yours. how easily he could sink into you, the perfect feeling. you bit your bottom lip and whimpered against your palms.

"that's it. see, you are good at something. maybe your father was right, that there was some kind of work ethic in you. maybe it's not what he hoped for. he thought you'd be a lovely book keeper. not bent over my desk with your pretty ass in the air." he groped your flesh, he could feel the heat under his palms. next time he'd lay a few heavy smacks across it. if the office wasn't too busy.

you whimpered a little bit and tried to defend yourself but lewis put his hand on your head and pressed your cheek to the hard desk. you were only the secretary. your job was to take calls and get coffee. decision making on his level was not need to be good at your job.

it didn't help that you knew your insides would be bruised.

he moved against you and you felt hot all over. you panted heavily while he kept you pinned onto the desk. you heavily panting against the hard wood of the desk. he was a man of power doing your father a favour. you had no real skills besides how you could be a good girl for powerful men like hamilton.

"lewis." you moaned softly. you could feel the heat down your neck, your core was soaked because of him. he had trained you so well over the last few months.

"ah, i'm not doing a good job right now. you're still able to form words." then picked up the pace. which made you flail a little bit until he kept you pinned down onto the desk by the back of your neck.

you felt a lot more in a daze he continued to hit your sweet cervix. his cock bullies and bruised you. and you clawed at the desk. a behaving little girl.

he came first. not because he was a fast finisher, but rather he tasted your cunt until he got his satisfaction first. which left you feeling more blissed out, his cock still hard inside of you.

you came hard, just like you have done every other time. lewis knew how to make you crazy. you clenched onto the side of the desk as you climaxed around him. you panted heavily and felt your brain go blank for moment as you relaxed against the wood. squishing your pretty breasts against it.

he grabbed your ass for a moment before he was a gentleman and pulled your pretty panties over your ass before he gave it a pat. he got himself back into his slacks and he got your skirt back over your ass.

you weren't thinking about much when he got you back into his lap. his cum soaked the front of your panties. you rested against him and he held onto your hand carefully.

"maybe we should call your father while i give you your performance review." his finger dragged across your slit once more. he could feel the wet patch and smiled. poor little thing.

you nodded and lewis was only going to tell your old man how good you were working for him. you'll be with the company for a few more months, and then you'll be the stay-at-home wife for lewis hamilton. <3

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jollyhunter · 2 months ago

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"Love me the way you need me" - Part 3.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ COUPLE BadWolf!Dean x SweetVixen!Reader 🍓🥃 -> MASTERLIST [Special Forces AU, SquadLeader!Dean]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ WARNINGS SMUT 18+ MDNI, established relationship, age gap, dom!Dean, kinda sub!reader, needy!Dean and needy!reader, kinda claiming kink?, Dean being desperate for reassurance, fingering, overstimulation, p in v (wrap it before u tap it!), rough sex (emotional-relief sex), orgasm denial, hair pulling (light), choking (light - neck, not throat), manhandling, anal fingering, consent with safe word, praising, pet names, fluff, sweet aftercare, angst, mention of torture (flashback). POV's all over the place. No use of Y/N. Uff, rarely ever had this many tags lmao. lmk if I forgot something!

⋆ ˚｡⋆ SUMMARY Dean returned home pretty rattled from the last hunt. But it's nothing some good morning sex couldn’t fix, right?

⋆ ˚｡⋆ WORDS 8k

⋆ ˚｡⋆ J / NOTE The Bad Wolf's unleashed and I got a bit carried away, so say thank you Jolly for almost 6k of pure sinful smut. Or give me a concerned side-eye along a "Jolly what the fuk". Make your pick 😌

In any case, make sure you read the warning tags before you continue! And buckle up sweeties, this gonna be an intense ride <3

Previous: Part 1. <- Part 2. <-

“I might just fuck you like I own you.”

Those simple words strung together do so much more to you than they should.

How the deep timbre of his voice carries his intentions. Dangerous, yet smooth. Like a promise, a threat and a declaration all at the same. It wraps around your mind and squeezes it in all the right ways, short-circuiting your brain and tearing down all the barriers that would keep a woman in church.

Welp. Feminism just went right out the window.

But it’s alright.

After all, Dean never owned something in his life, not even his own body.

Your body on the other hand? How could you deny him that.

“Fuck-” A jolt of arousal courses through your form, hot and cold at the same time as it rushes down your back in the form of a shiver until it hits your tingling core.

The corner of his lips pull into a satisfied grin at your reaction. Large hands slide over your curves and settle on your hips. His eyes never leaving you.

“Want me to take out my frustration on you?” he chuckles darkly and earns himself another moan of yours as your forehead drops to his shoulder and your hands slide down his neck until they find purchase at his chest. Fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt.

He squeezes the flesh at your hips.

“You like the sound of that, huh?” he teases you, then tips your head to the side with his nose before he nips at your earlobe.

Your cheeks burn up, fingers tightening.

There’s a moment of silence, filled only by Dean holding your hips in place as he rolls his own up against you and lets you feel his hard cock twitch between your thighs. His thick head rubbing along your covered folds. Covered but drenched nonetheless.

That much for 'only boys have trouble to cover up their horniness'.

Dean feels it even through two layers of fabrics.

The taste of your sweet arousal wafting up into his flaring nostrils, wrapping around his tongue. He licks his lips. Hungry. Eyes darkened with pupils fully blown as they watch you from below his eyelashes.

“I think you do…”

He remarks. Patient. Lips curled up into a wolfish grin.

A shiver runs through your body as you realize how he's got you trapped.

Not just by his bruising grip on your hips. But mentally.

Right now every cell in your body is drawn to him, like he's the only one able to tame the fire that's threatening to burn you alive. The only man able to make your feral little hormone-bitch want to submit to him. Every thought, every damn urge is tainted by that raw, primal desire to be claimed by him. Marked. Used and forced into submission in the most pleasurable way.

Fuck - I want that man to ruin me.

“Y-yeah…” You admit sheepishly and dare to lift your head enough just to watch Dean’s grin widen.

“Oh yeah?"

Your exhale’s stuttering when it blows into his smug expression. His thumbs draw a tender circle across your curves, barely noticeable under the tremors that run through your body.

"Lift your arms, sweetheart,"- his hands begin to push up your pyjama's top -"Need to see you… make sure my babygirl's ready for when I take her apart.” You swallow back a whimper.

Lifting your arms with all your energy suddenly gone elsewhere, he pulls off your top with quick hands and discards it somewhere behind the couch.

“Damn, look at you,” he breaths. His eyes rake up and down your exposed top. Almost in awe. Slow, plump lips parted while he’s taking his time to make sure every dip and bump and the smallest blemishes on your skin are still the same like when he saw you last.

His warm, large hands move to the swell of your breasts, pushing them up before he dips his head down to capture your nipple between his teeth. Closing his lips to suck until he’s drawing a gasping whine from you.

He lets go again, lips lingering at the curve of your cupped tits.

“Just perfect,” he praises.

“De…” you plead his name with a shaky breath, back arched to feel every rough part of his calloused fingers moulded around your soft breasts, “Please, I wanna feel you…”

One of your hands finds its way to his hidden happy trail, reaching for his bulging boxer’s hem – but his hand comes down to grab your wrist.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he reprimands you with a crooked smile as he lets go of you and instead grips for your hips again, lifting you off of his lap.

“Turn around,” he demands and despite the whine in protest, you do as told and swing your legs over his in order to lower yourself back down on his lap, facing away from him.

“Mmh-hm, that’s it. Attagirl.”

His hands move back to your hips to pull you flush against his straining crotch, letting you feel how his covered length comes close to bury itself in the crease of your butt-cheeks.

Rough finger pads rake up the inside of your thighs, bunching up the pants that are still separating him from your aching core. Inching up towards where you need him most - but only ever brushing past it. Teasing. Maybe even testing you.

It has you squirming, accompanied by soft pleading sounds tumbling off your lips as the need for his touch clouds your mind and starts to become unbearable. To the point where you feel the urge to just spin around, take over the lead and –

“Hey,” Dean snaps you out of your dazed efforts to get some relief and he tuts, "Ah-ah, don’t even think about it. Not this time, sweetheart."

Then his voice drops. Chin hooked over your shoulder, beard scratching the skin like a warning as he continues, breath hot next to your face.

“You hold still and just take whatever I give you.”

You groan with a shudder. His voice taking that familiar, damn commanding undertone that always has your heart flutter and drive your hormones into a frenzy.

The air gets caught in your throat, mumbling a quiet “y-yeah,” while your body instinctively complies and you try your damndest to not wiggle anymore from need.

His teeth graze the junction of your neck as he hums, pleased.

“Now, lemme get that pussy ready... stretch ‘er nice and wide for me.”

One of his arms suddenly slings around your chest, gripping onto the crook of your neck on the opposite side, before he pulls you back. A gasp escapes you when he suddenly pins you to his chest, the back of your head now resting on his hard shoulder. He holds you in a tight lock with his arms enveloping you from behind while his free hand trails over your hipbone, where it dips into your pyjama pants.

A hitch in your breath marks the moment when you feel his fingertips ghost past your clit and bury their way down towards your heat. Two thick fingers part your folds, the slick coating them as they push past your entrance and up into your soft walls without a warning.

A guttural moan erupts from your chest, hips jerking at the feeling of his long thick index and middle finger sinking deep inside you. The roll of his hand smooth and controlled.

Dean’s muscles flex in response. His left arm’s grip around your chest’s tightening enough for you to writhe in his embrace without giving in an inch.

“So wet ‘n tight for me…” he mutters hoarsely.

Slowly he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. Smooth, as your arousal allows him to slip them along your soft walls.

“Taking‘em just like that…”- He curls his fingers, coaxing a whine out of you - “Somebody’s hungry down there, huh?”

Slouching sounds fill the living room as he increases his speed. Your breath growing ragged.

Soft moans start to roll off your tongue. Body’s twitching and hips bucking under his ministrations. Fingers bury into his exposed thighs, nails biting his skin and drawing a sharp hiss of his as they leave red marks in their wake.

“Or maybe you just need more,” he says in a smug tone.

There’s no escaping him when he suddenly jams a third finger into your tight cunt, pronouncing the action with an extra rough thumb-flick over your swollen clit. Your head falls further back onto his shoulder, eyes fluttering close, lips parted to make way for desperate and breathless whines as a shudder whacks your body. The feeling of his fingers filling you up, it’s blissfully and yet on the brink of too much.

“F-fuck– Dean– p-please–”

Your walls clench in protest around the additional digit. Trembling thighs clamp together in reflex, trying to push his hand away.

But Dean doesn’t relent.

“Shhh… it's okay... you can take it... just hold on a lil’longer for me, baby, we're getting there…” - he coos softly, while his strong arm digs down between your thighs and pries them open again – "that’s it, keep ‘em nice and open for me…"

And instead of giving you a moment to adjust to the overwhelming stretching of your tight channel, he starts to push his fingers all the way inside, making sure to rake his fingertips over your spongy spot as he drags them back down. Then pushes them back inside, scissoring them once he’s knuckles deep again.

“Oh God-” you almost scream, the sound a pathetic breathless one. Out of your view, his lips pull into a satisfied grin.

Dean revels in the way you respond to him. How he can drive you to the edge and make you shatter, while you’re trapped in his arms, so he can catch you and piece you back together right after you’ve fallen apart.

“Mmm- That’s it baby,” he praises, hot breath blowing next to your ear where his chin’s resting, and from where his half-lidded eyes are trained on you.

While he pumps his fingers, he drags the heel of his hand across your bundle of nerves, enough for you to shudder and jerk your hips involuntarily, chasing the friction and trying to escape it the same time.

“D-De-” you start to plead but choke on it as another sound gets torn form the back of your throat.

You jolt and whine at the overwhelming stimulation on both your most sensitive spots. Dean quickly goes to sooth you when he slides his other hand down and over your collarbone where he captures one of your tits in his hands, massaging it with your nipple pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“I know it’s a lot but you can take it, you’re doing so well…”

He nibbles at your jawline, the sensation sharp and burning from the prickly stubbles that rub across your soft skin.

“Ya’re such a good girl for me. So proud of ya.”

A shiver of pleasure courses through your body. The knot in your stomach tightening more with every stroke of his fingertips down your walls.

“I- I’m close-” you whimper, your breath coming in short quick bursts now. Body shaking like currents of electricity run through it.

He twists his wrist to make you whine at the sudden new angle as he increases the pace, his three fingers pumping inside you while now his thumb flicks over your clit.

Every muscle tenses under his onslaught, squirming in his strong arms - all in vain. His strength easily outmatches you, keeping you at his mercy like a bunny trapped in the jaws of a wolf.

“You’re doing so well… and making so pretty noises... letting me stretch you so deep for me...”

The hand squeezing your tits trails up to your throat, his fingers wrapping around the underside of your jaw, his thumb gliding across your jawline to rest on your cheek. His grip’s gentle, but controlled, enough to guide your head further back for him and forcing your whimpers into a strangled moan at the arch of your neck.

“Cum for me,” he orders gruffly, his nose and lips pressed against your cheekbone, “I won’t stop ‘till you’ve fallen apart. C’mon, let go for me, little vixen.”

The sound of his voice along his merciless ministrations has you fall over the edge with a shaky groan. Your body goes stiff right before the shockwaves crash down on you, driven to a maximum by Dean’s relentless thrusts despite your walls clamping down on his fingers, helping you ride out your high.

Once your body stops twitching, it melts into his, your back supported by his chest while you slide back down his lap.

He presses a kiss to your temple, praising you once again. “You did so well for me.” Then guides his drenched fingers past your head and to his lips where he licks and sucks them clean. Tasting you with a soft groan as he swallows. “So fuckin’ good. Missed your taste on my lips, baby – just nothin’ like it.”

You hum. Your eyes fluttered close. Slowly catching your breath as your heart slows down to a steady beat again - until Dean suddenly scoops you up bridal style, your half-naked body limp in his tight hold.

“Can’t wait to be inside you, sweetheart.” He mutters, his voice a notch lower and rougher than before.

An exhausted smile spreads across your sleepy face – but it quickly breaks as a surprised gasp slips your lips. Dean had moved to kneel on the couch and taken you with him where he tossed you onto your stomach in one swift move.

“On your hands and knees.” he orders.

A shiver runs down your back and right to your still overstimulated and burning core.

Without waiting for your response, his fingers hook under the hem of your pyjama pants and he yanks them down your spread out legs in one motion. Pulled over your ankles and sent flying, the pants land somewhere in the fleck of warm morning light framing the fuzzy rug of the living room.

Shakily you lift yourself to your hands and knees, head tilted back just in time to watch Dean pull his boxer down and over his morning wood.

His cock springs free, thick and hard in all its glory. Precum leaks from his pink tip while he strokes himself a few times, his darkened eyes locking onto yours as he catches you biting your lower lip with a look of lust.

“Missed my bad boy?”

“Yeah,” you breath weakly, eyes fixed on how he touches himself and begins to line up behind your rear. He rubs his head up and down your dripping folds, coating himself with your slick.

“Damn, look at you… you’re soaking me… such a needy little thing.” A shudder shakes your weak limbs and you sway for a moment, but Dean keeps a tight hold on you, steadying you.

“All for you,” you hum.

“Just for me, huh? Lucky bastard I am… Gonna make you feel so good…” Dean mutters while his hands squeeze your soft globes. You groan, press your ass further into his touch. He props up an arm on the headrest and leans down until he’s looming over you and his head is next to yours.

“Now about that offer of yours…” he growls next to your ear, each word rumbling in a deep tone that has your heart stutter with a moan, “You gonna be my sweet little girl and just take it... Let me use you while I fuck you deep ‘n hard just the way I need it, got it?” You nod in response, voice somewhere lost between dizziness and arousal.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises you and plants a wet kiss behind your ear.

His lips linger there for a moment longer, his voice dropped to a soft murmur like he’s just sharing a secret with you. “You let me know when it’s too much.”

“Yeah,” You assure him, hips wiggling under him as you continue in a sultry purr, “Want you, De…” He groans at the sound of your voice.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.”

He moves his knee between your thighs to push them further apart. When you feel the tip of his thick length press against your entrance, your hips involuntarily jerk away. Still feeling overstimulated and sensitive.

His hand comes to rest on your lower back. Palm heavy, fingers splayed out to get control over your hips movements as he guides your hips back in place.

“Shhh-shhh,” he coos, pressure increasing just enough to make you hold still, “I got you. Just relax…“

With one swift move of his hips, he pushes his cock down your walls, burying himself without giving you much time to adjust. The tight fit pulls a shaky groan from the back of your throat, fingers curling into the plush of the couches cushions. He feels hard. Pulsing and twitching with need. And yes, he's bigger than average, and even though you are used to his size by now, the borderline painful stretching around his length is still overwhelming every time.

Dean stills for a moment, easing in the last inches of his thick girth. Once he bottoms out, he allows himself to let out a guttural groan of his own.

“God- you’re so tight. Feelin’ so good around me…”

He begins to draw his cock back along your walls before he pushes back inside. The tension has your thighs twitch and tuck your chin to your collarbone as you instinctively arch your back for him.

“Mmh-hmm, that’s it…” The grip on your hip tightens while one of his hands starts to trail the path of your spine up towards your head.

Then his hand stills. Fingers suddenly feather-light as they hover over your neck. Out of your sight, his eyes close briefly.

He has to remind himself that his hands are capable of more than brutal violence. That his fingers can do more than hold a blade or pull a damn trigger, more than torture and cause pain… but that they can elicit pleasure. Can make you feel good. Like no one else can.

A shaky exhale leaves his nose, almost imperceptible as he tries to calm his inner voices.

But enough for you to pick up on his hesitation.

“Go on,” you reassure him in a low whisper and you could swear you heard him curse inwardly for letting you notice.

He doesn’t say a word, his actions speaking for themselves.

His fingers wrap around the nape of your neck. Slow and steady. While his eyes are wild like a wolf’s and his voice's rumbling like a hungry growl, his rough hands’ touch is always gentle with you. Deliberate. Powerful. Perhaps enough to leave its marks for the coming day. But never more than what he knew you liked or he could answer for.

His grip’s firm enough to push your face into the couch. Nowhere close to obstruct your airflow, just enough to let you feel his strength and the control he has over your body.

The other hand slides up your spine until his fingers splay out between your shoulder blades. He leans forward, the pressure of his weight guiding you downward and pressing your chest flush into the leather.

The way he strips you of any control, allowing you to completely let go without thinking – it has you mewl, the leather muffling the sinful sound.

“You like it when I hold you down, babygirl?” His hot breath fans against the nape of your neck. His heavy hands force the air out of your lungs, strangling your answer into a shuddering whimper.

The cold metal of his dogtags press into your back. Clinging around his neck with the chain sticking to your damp skin.

A sudden stronger thrust has the necklace rattle, the tags smack back into his chest and the air knocked out of you. Your legs buckle for a moment and your walls contract, your soft heat moulded around his girth like the perfect puzzle piece. He groans, fingers briefly digging into the skin of your neck.

“That’s it – ” he rasps out, “Feeling so damn good all tight n’ clenched around my cock, like you’re just made for me, aren’t you?”

Another thrust that has your legs buckle.

“Letting me use you like my own little toy.” Dean starts to mutter between ragged breaths, voice strained and rough.

You shudder and whimper from his words as you feel yourself trapped under him, keeping you pinned down. His muscles flexing to keep you at his mercy. And shoulder blades jump to adjust his weight above you.

Fingertips rough from a lifetime of hunting find purchase in your perfect skin while the heels of his palms press into your hipbones.

You hiss.

Your soft flesh’s caught between them as he rakes his fingers back to collect every bit of the plump flesh he can find. Dean’s grip twitches into a bruising sensation, the sharp sting mixing with your pleasure.

Then he pulls you back to meet his next thrust. Harder.

A sharp gasp ripples through your breath, close to a whine.

„C’mon now, let’s see how much you can take.”

The words are coated in mockery, licking at the back of your neck.

It makes you shudder.

From arousal as much as that sweet trepidation of what he’s going to do, as you can practically feel the smug smile mere inches behind you. The silent promise hanging in the air; he won’t stop until he has wrecked you. Turned you into a quivering, whimpering mess underneath him. Claimed every inch of you.

Dean leans back again, his other hand keeping a bruising grip on your hip.

The pressure on your neck suddenly eases as his fingers begin to thread through your locks, taking a fistful. He tugs your head up by the hair, making you arch your back and your hips cant, deepening the tight angle for him.

“Imma make sure you feel every inch of me. Make you cum so damn hard you’ll forget your own name.”

You whine, lips parted as he begins to knock sounds out of you which would rival a porno’s. He sets a brutal pace, each snap of his hips meeting yours with desperate and primal need.

The pleasure builds quickly, driving you closer to the edge with every time he slams back inside.

Soon your arms and legs begin to shake and you find yourself squirming under his bruising grip. Clawing at the leather, breath ragged and laced with desperate mewls as you feel your next orgasm build up in record time.

Writhing, your limbs begin fighting his grip as the knot coils unbearingly.

“Nuh-uh, you ain’t going nowhere, sweetheart,” he warns gruffly.

The hand tangled up in your hair slides to the nape of your neck, where the pressure increases again, just enough to push your face back into the couch and hold you in place.

“Stay.” he orders.

You hit the cushion with a sound of protest, but it quickly turns into a cry as he makes sure to hit your sensitive spot now. He’s feeling you getting close to the edge, his pace never faltering.

“De- please-” you plead, not even knowing for what at this point. All you know is the knot in your stomach’s threatening to burst any moment, the strangled cushion evidence from your desperate grip.

“It’s okay, let go baby,” he husks out, his voice strained from the effort to keep up his pace, determined to make you shatter beneath him once more, “I got ya."

When your body’s contorting, it takes all of his will to not cum along you as your walls begin to contract around his cock, the next round of shockwaves rippling through your body as you fall apart beneath him.

Your body twitches and convulses against his relentless grip, his deliberate strokes along your g-spot pulling sounds of ecstasy from the back of your throat.

Dean talks you through it, muttering words of praise somewhere above you.

Once you’ve come down from your climax, muscles going limp, covered with a sheen layer of sweat and hair stuck to your damp skin, you try to wiggle out of his grip – but Dean doesn’t ease up.

“Where do ya think you're going?” he asks and you still. His eyes narrowed, lips curled into a smug smirk.

“'M not done with you, sweetheart. Not in a long shot. You gonna be a good girl for me and take whatever I give you, ‘till I’m satisfied. Got that?”

A shiver runs down your spine. One that’s accompanied by sparks as it hits your core, eliciting a ball of unbridled, primal lust that has your hips suddenly buck like a bitch in heat. It was kinda pathetic. But you couldn’t care less. The fact that Dean knows just how much of a turn on this entire power play is, makes him all the more dangerous. And gives you all the more room to let him do just what you want.

Dean’s hips meanwhile stilled. Cock still buried deep inside you, pelvis pressed flush against your ass-cheeks.

He waits for your answer, for any trace of your safeword. His strong hands hold you in place, not wavering, but his fingertips betray him as they begin to subtly rub across your quivering muscles at your neck.

“Oh God…” you finally pant the answer, breath shaky, fingernails denting the leather surfaces, “Y-yeah- yeah I’ll be good, promise…” And you would probably do anything to be good for him right now. Anything to have him go on.

As much as you liked the thought of surprising him by flipping him over, to take control and make the bad wolf whine between your thighs as you did so often – this feels too good to grab for the reigns. Hell, he can have you all saddled, straddled, riding crop and tied to the pole if that means he’ll hold onto control and fucking use it against you.

“Mmm-hm, Attagirl,” he hums satisfied, the tone low and rumbling as the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin takes over the room again.

You find yourself bite the pillow, not willing to entertain your neighbours with the downright sinful sounds he’s fucking out of you now.

“That’s it… Take it,” he grunts.

Dean suddenly leans forward, dogtags dropped to your back once again as he shifts his weight onto your hips, pushing them down and flush into the leather before his tongue swipes a trail along the line of your neck. Tasting your sweat, salty and thick with the smell of sex. A shuddering breath leaves you as he forces you into the new position.

His heavy breaths and gravel grunts fill your ear, his nose buried in your hair now.

“You feel so good, baby… taking me so well… doing so good for me… ‘m so proud of you…” he mutters and you whimper more in response before he straightens his back again to rock his hips in a better, deeper angle.

Damp clumps of his hair glisten against the warm morning light that has flooded the living room. Droplets cling to them. Until some stray beads of sweat form at the tips of his hair, before they drop to the back of your neck with every thrust. Cool as they hit your skin and slide down along your quivering form.

“Fuck - I missed you,” Dean rasps the words out between ragged breaths.

Another snap of his hips and he drops forward to meet your back with his chest. His forearms slam down on the couch next to your shoulders each as he catches his weight, the deck wobbling beneath you while his hands are seeking out yours.

The dogtags’ metal jingles as it finds purchase between your shoulder blades. His body’s weight is pressing into you, hot and heavy as you feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He nuzzles the back of your head, his large hands covering yours, intertwining his fingers to give you a gentle squeeze. Grounding not only you but also himself. And revelling in the intimacy of the moment.

“...so goddamn much,” he continues in a raw tone, the admission half-way muffled by your hair that’s caught between his lips and nose.

Thankfully he slowed his pace to a lazy drag of his hips, allowing you to catch your breath just enough to murmur back to him.

“Me too – missed you so much… missed this, missed feeling you.” A hoarse moan gets bitten back by him, mouth dipping down to your neck, where the next sound gets caught between your flesh that’s pinched between his teeth.

You hiss from the sharp pain mixing with pleasure, and he quickly swipes his tongue across the bite mark to soothe the irritated spot at the well of your neck.

“God… you’re so perfect.” he sighs, the words half-way swallowed by the love-bites he’s littering your neck with, “Couldn’t wait to come home… Come back to you… Thought I’d go fuckin’ crazy with you on my mind all the time.”

His arms shift closer, like he’s seeking your touch with every inch of his body. Boxing you in from both sides. His warm hands still cover yours, holding onto them as his head moves next to yours again, his beard scraping the sensitive skin with every hot breath that wafts down at you. Then his mouth presses against the shell of your ear.

“I’m all yours. You know that, right? Nobody gets to feel me like you do,” he murmurs, voice desperate and raw, the way only you were allowed to hear it, “And you’re all mine… ain’t that right?”- He nibs at your earlobe like a playful wolf - “Is my sweet little vixen only mine?”

The sound of him makes you melt, has you rub your body against his like a cat, arch your back into his broad form that’s caging you in beneath him as his muscles cover you from all sides in a protective way. His thighs straddling yours, his length buried inside you to the hilt, with his heavy body draped over yours.

It feels perfect. Like it's exactly where you belong.

Yes, Dean was rugged. He often acts annoyed and grumpy. He plays the perfect role of the hardened soldier he’s been raised to be. He’s overprotective to a fault and he comes off like a dominant wolf who bares his teeth at anyone who just as much as looks at you the wrong way.

But that’s only one side of his. And he’s very selective about who gets to see his other side. About who he lets in and who he keeps out.

You, he let in. Dean Winchester chose you to be closest to him, next to his brother.

And Dean craves you. Desperately. He’s hungry for you, for your touch, your praise, your love. And the moment your lips had caught his, you knew you’d spend the rest of your life giving him just that.

“Dean…” You say softly, the following words meant to be an intimate admission as much as a sultry turn on – and those two intentions mixed into a oddly satisfying, husky tone of yours that sends a shiver down his spine, “I’m only yours. All of me. And right now I’m yours to do with as you please.”

Damn, that came out sluttier than you had intended.

But his reaction was bloody worth it.

“Fuck…” Dean groans at your words, the sound coming from the depths of his chest as it vibrates against your back. His pace’s faltering and his head’s dropping to your shoulder.

You hum satisfied at his reaction.

It takes him a moment to catch his breath. But then suddenly shifts above you with seemingly newfound determination.

Without giving you a chance to react, Dean pulls you up by your hips and onto your hands and knees again. Then draws a gasp from your lungs when he angles your hips and makes your back arch.

"Need to claim every damn inch of you. Won't stop before you're a mess. Promise, sweetheart.” His voice dips into a deep timbre, the words as much a promise as a threat.

Sometimes you wonder where the hell he gets his stamina from. Sure, he was a seasoned hunter and a well trained squad leader - but don't men have like some regeneration timer going on?

Apparently Dean's an exception, because every thrust that follows is as powerful as his first.

The new, deep angle knocks the air out of you, has your fingers cling to the edge of the pillows and your legs tremble as he begins to rail you into the couch with a force that sends ripples through your muscles and pulls screams from your chest.

Once again you feel the pleasure building, hot and burning, your exhausted body overwhelmed from the immense pleasure he's hammering into you.

“Oh fuck- Dean-”

His name leaves your mouth in form of a guttural moan that gets knocked out of you, thanks to him pushing back in and hitting that spongy spot over and over to make you see stars.

It's loud. It's messy. Sweat and slick and spit cover your bodies. The cushions smell like sex, the couch smells like sex - hell the entire living room seems to be pumped with thick, hot air, the pure lust of yours mingling and clinging to it.

You could swear you even hear Dean bite back a whimper in reaction to the outright pornographic sounds that he’s drawing from you.

It doesn't take long until you can feel the coil in your stomach tighten again with every punch, with every slap of his balls against your slick folds.

But your clit is pulsing and aching for attention as well.

Without thinking, you angle your shoulders and snake an arm below your body – but your wrist gets caught and swiftly pinned to the small of your back, the movement smooth and precise, like he’s disarming an enemy.

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart,” he chides, the deep, firm sound like fangs raking down your neck in a warning, “I’m in control. You keep your hands right here.”

He marks his last word with a squeeze around your wrist before he lets go to pull your other hand up, placing it next to it where he locks them with his fingers curled around them like a vice.

Your chest and face drop back into the cushions when he pulls your arms behind your back, a mewl of protest leaving your mouth.

“Are you gonna behave now?”

You still and grumble something into the pillow.

He squeezs his hand around your delicate wrists, followed by a pointed thrust that has you groan into the pillow.

You hesitate. Then answer with your lower lip pulled back and tugged under your teeth as you mumble a begrudging. “Yeh… Sorry…”

“What was that?”

The grip on your hip dissipates before a quick swat across your butt cheek has you yelp in surprise.

“Hm?”

“O-okay,” you whine, although the sound’s oddly close to a giggle as you find yourself almost breaking character, “I’m sorry! I’ll be fucking good, promise – but please don’t stop.”

“Damn,” he says, patting your burning ass. You can hear him laughing, but he’s trying not to. “Now look at this, so the vixen can listen.”

He leans down to place a tender kiss to the nape of your neck. “That's what I like to hear. Now be good for me...”

His hand leaves your wrists, trusting you that you'll keep them there, while he trails down between your legs where he captures your swollen nub between his calloused fingertips and flicks the rough pads over it. That motion earns him a groan from yours, hips bucking involuntarily.

Meanwhile his other hand moves to slide down your ass, his finger sliding over your back entrance where he spreads a dribble of his spit.

A shudder goes up your spine, your body tensing in anticipation as you feel him circle the tight ring. Then pushes just the tip of his thumb inside, fingers splayed out above your ass to control his pressure.

“Ffuuck,” you groan and your legs buckle for a moment, knees scraping on the couch surface in search for some grip as you press yourself further into the soft plush of the pillows.

Dean chuckles at your reaction.

“Just gotta rail you into the couch and wreck your sweet pussy. That all I have to do to make your stubborn ass listen to me every once in a while? Shoulda told me that earlier.”

You want to laugh but choke on it as his gently rocking hips pick up the pace again, hitting your sensitive spot with deadly precision while his fingers flick over your clit, all of it sending shockwaves through your entire body, like every nerve is tingling at the same time and the knot in your stomach's about to explode.

The couch shudders against the floor, its legs scraping along the wood with every inch he’s driving himself up your soft walls. The leather creaks under the relentless rhythm of skin meeting skin. Sounds of your wrecked body, strangled whimpers and slick squelching, fills the otherwise silent morning air along with primal grunts and groans of Dean above you.

“You feeling good?” he husks out. His one hand working on your bundle of nerves, now splayed out across your stomach to help you taking him by pulling you back against every snap of his hips.

You nod, at this point completely lost in pleasure-land. Mind dazed from the sleep that’s clung to you until not too long ago and the absolute bliss of feeling him claim you, feeling him inside you – his body all around and filling you up to the brim.

Your body begins to squirm involuntarily underneath him as he pounds into you. Fingers clawing at the leather, toes curling from the overwhelming force he drives you into the surface of the couch. The additional pressure of his finger inching its way inside your tight hole is just enough to bring tears to your eyes.

“Use your words, angel… am I making you feel good?” he grounds out, “Tell me.”

“Y-yes,” you sob, “so good – you’re doing so so g-good.” Dean’s eyes flutter close at the praising words and he has to bite back a low moan.

He doesn’t have to ask you whether you’re close for the third time, he knows your body well enough. Catches every twitch and every hitch in your breath. How your sounds suddenly stutter. He can hear how your whines become more desperate, can feel how your skin quivers under his touch and your body begins to fight him.

“Hold it,” he grunts as if on cue and earns himself a whine of protest as you find yourself teetering on the edge, “Not yet,” he adds and before you get to react, he suddenly pulls out from both of your holes and flips you over.

Your head’s now comfortably resting against the armrest, your back supported by the cushions, while Dean’s hips slide back between your thighs.

“Need to see you,” he mutters the silent admission while he shoves your legs apart and lines up again, “Wanna see you fall apart underneath me.”

He grabs your hands and pins them above your head. Then pushes back inside in one smooth motion, his free hand gripping your hip to pull you flush against him as he buttoms out, like he wants to make sure that every last inch of him has stretched you to the maximum around his cock.

His thumb goes to flick over your aching bud again, his fingers splayed across your stomach where he can feel a small bulge as a result of him filling you up.

A guttural sound ripples through your body. Your thighs twitch, legs resting on his hipbones as you wrap them around him to pull him in deeper.

His darkened green eyes travel up to meet yours, his voice a raw whisper, “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Not being able to hold back any longer, your hands wiggle free from his grip and dart up to grab him by his necklace, pulling him down until your lips capture his in a passionate and yet affectionate kiss.

Dean not only groans but whimpers against your mouth. His free hand searches yours, fingers slipping between your knuckles to lock them tightly together.

He starts to rock his hips again. This time slow but deep, making sure to push you over the edge this time, each move deliberate and sensual.

He pulls out of the kiss, another groan slipping him as your hand comes up to tangle into his hair and your teeth pull at his lower lip, trapping him. But he doesn’t protest, not planning to go anywhere anyway. His forehead drops to rest against yours, both damp from a thin sheen of sweat.

His gaze locks onto yours, holding it while he drives his cock up your walls and feels his own climax building. Feeling your walls shimmering around him as its reaching its tipping point.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmurs huskily, the words only inches from yours as they leave his lips, squeezing your hand as he gently guides it next to your head. “Let go now… fall apart for me one last time.”

And you do, your body writhing in his embrace before you shatter for a third time. The waves of ecstasy crashing down on you as your nails dig into his skin, toes curling and back arching into him.

“Fuck- yes,” he rasps out, driving his throbbing cock inside you for some more as he’s chasing his own orgasm, before his hips stutter and he follows you over the edge, spilling his warm cum inside you.

Dean collapses on top of you, his forehead dropped to your shoulder as his damp hair sticks to your skin. After a second of catching his breath, he rolls off of you, afraid he’ll crush you beneath him.

His arm quickly wraps around your shoulder to pull you flush against his side, making sure you don’t tumble off the edge of the couch as he's taking in most of the space now.

He angles is head to press a kiss to your hair before he shifts to rest his chin on your crown and you hum contently.

After a moment of both of you regaining your breaths, heart beats slowing down to a normal pace, Dean suddenly breaks the silence.

“I didn’t hurt ya, did I?” he asks, his focus somewhere past the ceiling before they trail down to meet yours.

You shake your head. “It was perfect, babe. You felt amazing,” you reply with a reassuring smile. His eyebrows twitch together, just for a split second.

“You’d tell me if I did, right?”

“Of course I would,” you turn to scratch his beard which has his eyes flutter close. You continue with a soft smile. “We haven’t got 'Cherry Pie' as a safeword for nothing… Not that I’d ever need it.”

He nods once, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, right, right.”

Your fingers trail up and down his jawline. Slow and soothing. Your head’s resting on his upper arm while your other hand moves to draw circles on his lower arm that’s draped across your chest, heavy and relaxed. The exhaustion’s slowly taking over him now as his head grows heavier against yours and you feel his breaths slow down.

Dean melts into your calming touch. The way you’re drawing invisible patterns, how your fingernails ghost across his skin, slowly trailing up and down his arm.

He twitches slightly when the motions become more frantic. More demanding. A hiss escapes him. The gentle skimming of nails suddenly turned into a sharp sensation as they begin to dig into his skin.

Bite it. Eat it. Then break it.

Carving right through his flesh, as the cool edge cuts all the way down to his bone.

His face contorts into a pained grimace.

Small hands are clawing at his arm. While he carves screams out of it. The blade’s size bigger than the little limbs he trails the metal’s tip along. The steady motion filling the room with blood-curdling sounds, even for a hunter.

His jaw clenches and his breath quickens.

Memories flash across his inner eye. And voices of his own past self mix with the constant cries of a girl ringing in his ears.

“Out of all the hostages that son of a bitch has to ride a kid.”

"Damnit."

“And of course, out of all of those black-eyed sons of bitches only that one has the intel we need.”

“Dean, we’re running out of time. You can’t save the girl but we can save the rest of the hostages,” Sam keeps talking in his ear.

…

“Yeah- yeah you’re right.”

Dean’s body twitches.

Then his heartbeat stutters as he feels his fingers curl around the handle of the blade. His eyes slowly trail down to meet the girls wide eyes.

He did the right thing, didn’t he?

No, that’s bullshit.

It was a goddamn kid after all. No more than 6 or 7, he guessed. Somewhere in there was a scared little girl and it had to watch a man torture her because that demon just wouldn’t spit the numbers he needed to hear.

The girls small hand suddenly reaches out and Dean finds himself frozen up as she pierces right through his ribcage.

She begins to wrap her tiny fingers around his heart, tightening. His lungs seem to collapse as his entire chest is caving in around her grip.

He gasps for air, but all he can do is choke on the black smoke that’s blocking his airways.

“It was all for nothing.” the girl says flatly, “You screwed up, Winchester.”

“I - I didn’t mean to-”

She suddenly twists her grip on his heart – he groans from pain and drops to his knees so that he’s on eye-level with her now. “You think you still need this?” She squeezes his pumping organ and he doubles over, whimpering a strangled apology.

“I didn't think so.”

Then yanks it out.

Dean gasps for air, hand clapsed over his heart and his head jerks to the side as he jolts awake from his brief moment of having dozed off.

You startle at his sudden movement.

And even though he quickly goes to cover his face with his hand, as he rubs the spot between his eyebrows like he’s getting a headache, the flash of panic in his eyes didn’t escape you.

“Dean..? You alright?” You pause and try to coax his hand down to meet his eyes, “You had a nightmare..?”

“Nah, 'm fine.”

You frown at his obvious lie.

“You want to talk about what happened on your last hunt now..?”

He sighs your name, his expression growing stern, “You know I can’t tell you more about it.”

“Can’t or won’t?” You both know the answer to that. Of course he could talk with you about it. You work for Sam for Pete’s sake, there’s hardly any Intel you didn’t have access to.

“Look, I-” he cuts himself short, runs a hand down his mouth, his eyes closing for a moment before he manages to soften his tone, “Let’s not ruin the moment. Okay?”

You could point out now that talking about it might help. That sex for grounding him and helping him cope was all good and fine, but that wouldn’t change the fact that he still wouldn’t let you take part in his burdens and that whatever he went through, is still stuck in his head.

But Dean wasn’t one to respond well to prodding and you didn’t want him to clam up again or risk another argument.

“Yeah, okay…” you decide to not push him any further, “Will you at least let me treat that damn cut?” You lift an eyebrow as you gingerly brush his blemished cheek with your fingertip.

He rolls his eyes at your question and smacks his lips.

“Who made you nurse of the squad, missy?” he jabs sarcastically. You scoff-chuckle, muttering something along the lines of “Stubborn idiot” under your breath.

Dean’s annoyance dissipates when he feels your hand pull back from his arm and he quickly closes his fingers around your wrist, head tilted to look down into your eyes. “Come on, sweetheart… I’m home, ain’t I? Will you just let me enjoy my time with my girl?”

“Maybe,” you feign a pout and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but then your lips melt into a grin, “If you clean the crime scene between my legs.”

Dean rolls his eyes with an amused huff, pushing himself up and climbing over you. “Right, cleaning service coming right up.”

“I wanna live between your legs,” he groans softly, the sound close to a choked back whine.

Dean’s on his chest, settled between your thighs as he’d cleaned you with a warm cloth before and is now enjoying the view of your pretty pussy.

His half-lidded eyes trail up to meet yours, watching him from across your breasts.

“Afraid I don’t come for free,” you giggle and rake your hand through his still damp hair while you quip, “You gotta pay me rent for that.”

“Damn,” he huff-chuckles, his prickly stubbles scratching your inner thigh as he rests his cheek against it. “You gonna make me a broke man, sweetheart. What’s it cost, hm?”

You think for a moment, and Dean’s emerald eyes watch you closely from the spot between your legs where he’s nestled in.

“A kiss,” you hum.

“A kiss? That all?” he asks with a crooked grin, “I’ve got plenty of those in store.”

He rolls his broad shoulders to settle his body further into the warmth between your spread legs, before he places a soft kiss on the inside of your left thigh. Then quickly pinches the flesh between his teeth to make you squeak.

“See?” he mutters and peers up at you again, cheekiness tugging at his tired smile. But you smirk and roll your eyes.

“I want one every morning, every afternoon and every night before bed,” you add with a weak attempt at something that was meant to come across as playful. But Dean doesn’t fail to pick up on the vulnerability of it. The hidden motive.

His expression sobers up.

You want him to come back home safely. Every damn day.

The air between you has shifted in an instant. The casual banter suddenly transformed into something much more intimate, something vulnerable which gnaws at the deep connection you share. Something neither of you wanted to voice out loud.

But it was clear as day as it sat in the room with you two, weighing on both of your shoulders.

The ugly truth. A constant reminder of the fragility of your happiness.

And worst was, he knew it was a weight he couldn’t take away from you.

Lying to you, making hollow promises – none of those things would make it any less painful if fate decided to throw a curveball at you. And yet...

Your fingers threaded into his locks come to rest at the side of his head. He instinctively leans into your hand. Wants to commit it to his memory forever; the feeling of your soft touch, not only physical… but also the way you’re caressing his broken soul. With so much unconditional love – which he was convinced he didn’t deserve a fraction of.

“I- I’ll try,” he husks out. Voice raw, and more vulnerable than he’d liked it.

But it was you, he could lower his walls with you. At least a little.

He holds your gaze, and just for once, his eyes glaze over with a glimpse at his deeply burrowed fear.

“Y'know I’ll always come back to you, right? Whatever it takes. Promise.”

He knew it was a lie.

But worst was, he saw past the smile that spread across your face, meant to reassure him;

You knew it too.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ J / NOTE And that's a wrap! Sorry for the angsty ending. I literally added it just two minutes before posting it (pls don't hate me). But I don't know what to think of how this last chapter turned out lmao. Not me rewriting this like a hunderd times. 💀 I hope it turned out enjoyable nonetheless. <3

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