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your boss, park sunghoon, was a ceo that nearly everyone looked up to. you don't know how you got the job as his personal assistant, it just kind of happened. you were only looking for a job that paid fairly well and wouldn't drain the life out of you, as opposed to your last one.

so when you got the offer to be the personal assistant of a ceo, you obviously didn't turn it down. the position paid well, and you got to eyefuck a handsome man nearly every second of the day.

park sunghoon was a man of himself, in his mid 20s, always wearing a crisp white shirt, sleeves pushed up, an expensive watch, his dark hair styled perfectly, his glasses. not to mention—he was tall, respectful, and had a lean build. he was the blueprint of every woman's ideal type.

and though you were relatively close to his age, and were complimented by many, you would've never expected to have a chance with your boss.

the day starts early and normal. you begin by checking his calendar, fixing files, and bringing him his favourite oatmilk coffee order, making it just right, earning a small compliment every time.

there was always an undeniable tension between the two of you. just little moments where you'd both stare for a little too long, accidentally brush hands, but on this particular day.. it showed more than ever.

when you're in the copy room, his hips brush against your ass trying to move past you as you stand in front of the printer. he doesn't even mutter a small "sorry," but instead carries on like it was a normal thing.

he also stands way too close when he reviews something with you on the projector screen, standing just a little behind you as you feel his tall and muscular figure hover over yours.

your hands softly brush when you pass him a pen, and you swear you see him slightly smirk. maybe you were overthinking, but those little "accidents" didn't mean nothing to you.

when it's late and the office closes, you both usually stay behind a few extra minutes to plan his schedule for tomorrow.

he calls you into his office like always. you walk in, the modern room dead silent with the only light source coming from the warm ceiling lights and a big lamp in the corner of the room.

"close the door," he says, voice low as he shuffles through files, not making eye contact with you. normally, he never asked you to, but you didn't think much of it at the moment.

you walk over to shut the door, heels clinking against the dark tiled floor with your hair tied back in a sleek yet effortlessly messy claw clip. the first front buttons of your black dress shirt are undone, slightly exposing your cleavage, and your tight pencil skirt ends just above your knees, perfectly hugging your curves.

he's seated in his leather chair, legs spread as he finally makes eye contact with you, jaw tense, and eyes dark behind his lenses. "come here."

you walk over to him, setting your clipboard and pen down on his desk that was clean, minimalist, but piled with paperwork. "y/n," he says, voice low as he glances down for a second.

the way he uses your first name catches you off guard. usually, he addresses you as "miss l/n." your name slipping past his lips is enough for several thoughts to rush through your head.

am i about to get fired? did i accidentally schedule one of his meetings for the wrong time? did i say something wrong?

all your racing thoughts are shut down when he finally speaks. "you know how fucking hard it is to sit through meetings when you look like that?"

oh. speaking of meetings.

you gulp. sure, maybe sometimes you liked to be a slight tease at the worst times—for lack of a better word—at meetings. your front buttons were purposely undone to show off your collarbones and the top of your plush breasts sitting pretty in your lace bra. your hips grinding down in the seat as you pretended to shift your position.

truthfully, you didn't even think he noticed. you never thought he paid that much attention to you. so really, you thought you were just teasing for your own satisfaction.

"you think i don't notice how you tease me? walking around like a little slut in that tight skirt," he says, looking back up at you, his sharp features defined from the warm lighting in the eerily quiet room.

the only sounds heard are your heavy breathing and his lighter, more controlled ones.

"s-sir, it's not like that—" you stutter, but before you can get the full sentence out, he grips your wrist and pulls you down onto his lap, his lips immediately crashing onto yours.

his soft lips move against yours, rough and filthy, fingers working your dress shirt open completely until your tits spill out, cupped so prettily in your lace bra.

"bet you soaked through your cute little panties just from me looking at you," he mutters into the kiss, one hand already sliding under your skirt to graze over your clothed pussy. and to no surprise, you’re soaked.

you moan softly at the contact, hands resting on his shoulders as he pushes your skirt up to your hips, giving you full access to straddle him properly—but mostly, giving him better access to you.

your hands reach back to pull your heels off, landing on the tiled floor with two sharp clinks.

"been wanting to ruin you on this chair for weeks," he groans, lips breaking from yours to latch onto your neck and breasts, sloppily and hungrily sucking little bruises into your skin. he tugs your panties to the side, the cold air hitting your bare pussy and making you shiver.

one hand grips your naked hip while the other holds your back, pulling you closer to him. you tug on his tie, loosening it so his collarbones and broad shoulders peek out from under his shirt. he unzips his pants, freeing his thick, leaking cock.

his mouth detaches from your neck, chest rising and falling. your eyes trail down as you adjust your hips to sit just above his cock, then slowly sinking down.

your head falls back, lips parting in a gasp as he grunts underneath you. your tight, soaked pussy takes all of him in with ease.

you start to bounce slowly, finding your rhythm. both of his hands firmly grip your hips.

"so fuckin’ tight around me, shit—" he hisses, before pulling you down for another kiss. this time, it’s more messy and needier. your lipgloss smears across his jaw as his hand wraps around your throat, gently squeezing, holding you there as your bodies move together.

you break the kiss to pant, moaning as your thighs begin to ache from the effort. he notices and starts guiding your hips himself, helping you ride him.

the slap of your ass meeting his thighs, the wet sound of your pussy, your soft cries and his deep groans—all of it fills the room.

his hand slaps your ass, rough and loud. "you love being used by your boss, huh? such a good fuckin’ assistant."

the only thing leaving your lips are desperate moans, cries, and incoherent curses. it’s impossible to form a full sentence when you’re getting fucked dumb on your boss’s cock.

"nghh—fuck! sunghoon!" you whine, your nails digging into his shoulders as the knot in your stomach becomes tighter, his cock hitting your deepest spots with every thrust.

"that’s right, fuck.. cum all over this cock. you know you wanted it so bad," he pants, a few strands of dark hair sticking to his damp forehead. the more he thrusts up into you, the tighter you get, making his cock twitch inside your slick walls.

you both cum—his thick, warm release filling you up, while yours drips messily down his length and onto his slacks.

he stays inside for a second, chest heaving before he finally pulls out, watching the mess of your milky fluids and his own slowly leak out of your pussy.

you look like a mess. but a hot, perfect mess. your claw clip barely hanging on, lipgloss smudged, eyes glassy, and pussy sore and pulsing.

he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a sleek black credit card and dropping it onto your lap.

"buy yourself something pretty. wanna see you wear it tomorrow."

you giggle softly, still breathless. "should i put it on your tab or the company’s?"

he smirks, leaning in. "both. you’ve earned it."

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[stick2vamp]

sebastian with a touchy reader who can't seem to take their hands off him ? :3

𝜗 ˖ ❝ poke, poke! ᵕ ♡

— in which you get too handsy for your own good. ✧

↷　 sfw 𓈒 no warnings 𓈒 well bitch sebastian warning 𓈒 tried to make this as in character as possible but honestly may be more ooc 𓈒

UNESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP ☆★ — under the assumption you aren't dating yet.

SEBASTIAN doesn't honestly care that much when you touch him, he just likes to pretend like he does to see your reaction. Whether you freeze up and stop your actions, or continue to do them out of defiance: either amuses him. He does have his limits, though.

You're fine to touch his tail. Many Expendables do it on accident when buying things anyway, so he has gotten used to it. He won't bat an eye when you lightly touch his tail. Sebastian will, though, tease you and push you. It's not a fair trade that you get to just play with his tail like that. Don't you think he deserves some compensation? Of course, he isn't being too serious, but if you end up coughing up some research... well, he'll gladly take it off your hands.

But Sebastian will only let you do that. It's better than nothing, isn't it? Oh, how generous he is. You're not allowed to touch his hands, fins, or 'lure'. Yeah, no, you aren't getting your grubby little hands on him like that. Well, maybe if you paid for it. How does 1,000 research per second of touch sound?

Sebastian does not enjoy physical touch, nor does he see a need for it. Perhaps, in the past, he would've yearned for it. But now, he is quite literally different.

But let's say you're a loyal customer, a frequent visitor whom Sebastian has come to actually pay attention to. Sebastian, being the oh-so-sweet shopkeeper he is, might let you hang around and touch him a bit more. If you promise to keep buying from him, that is.

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP ☆★ — under the assumption you are dating.

SEBASTIAN still has no need for physical touch, but he understands that you do. And being the best boyfriend there is, he'll of course give it to you.

Except, you still need to return the favor. Expect a lot of physical attention from Sebastian, you reciprocating, then Sebastian flipping it onto you as if you were the one initiating it just to get you to do something for him. What do you need to do for me? Why, you just need to cut him some slack. See, not so hard, is it? How kind of him to give you such an easy task.

That aside, as his lover, you get to touch more of him. His tail is not the only thing up for grabs anymore. Feel free to touch him wherever. While he can't guarantee a position reaction, he won't stop you from petting wherever you want.

His fins? In your hands. His light? In your hands? His cheeks? In your hands? Go ahead and squeeze to your heart's content. The two of you have all the time in the world down here, after all.

Rarely, Sebastian will initiate affection with you without any ulterior motives. When you question his antics, he just laughs into your shoulder. Really, do you expect him to be mean all the time? These moments become more and more frequent as time goes on. Free of charge, too. You're the only one he'll give a 100% off discount to. The things he does for you.

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𓈒 ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE REACTION WHEN YOU SUDDENLY SIT ON THEIR LAP ˒

── ୨୧ enha hyung line x f!reader 𝗀enre. fluff, imagines, hyung line work 𝒘𝗈𝗋𝖽 counts . . . 643 𝔀arning not proofread, kisses, petnames, slightly suggestive ┊DANi NOTEZ ‎⸝⸝⸝okay what if i just write ot7/different lines works for a while..◞[ continue on to . . . library , request ] maknae line ver !!

! feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated and encouraged! PLS REBLOG ♡

HEESEUNG (이희승)

you sit down onto heeseung's lap out of the blue, and he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, a surprised laugh escaping him. "need anything, doll?," he says, his voice tinged with amusement and affection. he leans in, planting soft kisses along the curve of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

"didn't expect to have you in my lap, but I'm definitely not complaining," he murmurs, his warm breath tickling your skin. he snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, holding you close as if never wanting to let go. "you're too irresistible for your own good." his words are accompanied by a playful squeeze around the waist.

rest of the members below !!

JAY (박종성)

as you settle onto jay's lap suddenly, you feel him stiffen slightly beneath you, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. for a moment, he just stares at you, processing the unexpected closeness.

after a few moments, you feel his arms slowly wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. his touch is hesitant at first, as if he's unsure of what to do, but then he relaxes into it, letting out a soft chuckle. "well, this is unexpected, angel," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.

as the minutes pass, jay begins to whisper small things to you, his voice filled with affection and warmth. "you know, you always manage to surprise me," he says softly, his arms holding you securely against him. "but I have to admit, I like it."

JAKE (심재윤)

as you settle comfortably onto Jake's lap, he barely reacts, simply adjusting his position to make you feel comfortable. as if it's the most natural thing in the world, he wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, while his other hand gently tilts your chin upwards to meet his gaze.

he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his touch gentle and familiar. with a slight tilt of your head, he deepens the kiss, leaving your lips nearly swollen. pulling back just slightly, he gazes into your eyes then at your lips

"you know you don't have to surprise me like this for my attention," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth. "but I'll never complain about having you in my lap." he leans in to kiss you again.

SUNGHOON (박성훈)

as you suddenly sit on Sunghoon's lap, he can't help but suppress a knowing smirk, though he tries his best to look innocence. "well, look who's feeling bold today," he remarks, his tone teasing as he tries to play it cool..

his arms loop around your waist, drawing you in closer to him, "did you need something, princess?" he asks, his voice tinged with amusement as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face. leaning in, he brushes a soft kiss against your cheek, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

"you always know how to keep things interesting," he murmurs, his voice deep and quiet.

[exqorcism]

MILLION DOLLAR MAN. ━ father charlie mayhew ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ✿ ⋆˚⊹

∙ a/n. took ages but it's based on this thought of mine & a lana del rey song (loosely) ♡ this shit is really kinky & not for everyone, PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! i'm sorry...

∙ warnings. PURE FILTH. i mean it. corpses, death, all that grotesquerie stuff... slight masochism!? charlie and reader are equally mentally ill... really. blood kink, blasphemy, charlie refers to himself as "god", praise, oral (f&m receiving), multiple sex positions, multiple orgasms, knife play, whipping, crying, blood once again. ∙ wc. 3534

❝ 𝕿hat's... beautiful", you smiled, staring at Charlie's work; twelve corpses ━ homeless people, to be exact ━ positioned to resemble The Last Supper.

You couldn't help but smirk at the sight; the man Charlie put in the middle was positioned in a way that represented Jesus. You knew him; he had asked you for money many times, claiming he was hungry ━ you had suspected he spent every penny on meth, though.

You believed Charlie wholeheartedly when he claimed that all he did was for greater good. You weren't scared nor worried ━ if anything, you admired him and his dedication to everything he believed in. You watched him stand in the middle of the abandoned Church, admiring his own work; the image making your heart beat faster. He was covered in blood of his victims, and you should feel ashamed for the heat pooling low in your stomach ━ but you didn't.

Your careful steps echoed in the air as you walked over to Charlie, and he was quick to wrap his arms around you, his chest pressing against your back, covering your little dress with blood in the process.

A rush of adrenaline filled your chest as you hummed, Charlie's touch gentle and soft ━ as you looked at the blasphemous image in front of you, you wondered how'd he get that way. He never talked about his past; saying that all he needed was now, in front of him, clear as day.

"Look at our masterpiece, Angel", his low voice cut through the air like a knife ━ and in the moment you realised that maybe he was worth cutting yourself for.

"Our? I barely did anything", you chuckled, his presence behind you comforting; he was so big, muscular, making you feel safe; how ironic, you thought, looking at the image in front of you.

Charlie's crimson hand lingered on your neck, before he grabbed your chin, making you turn your head towards him.

"You're here, with me", he whispered, his words meaningful, familiar spark in his eyes; the very one that made you fall in love with him. Charlie's thumb rubbed against your lower lip, smearing the blood all over it, adoration overcoming his features as he looked at you. "And it's enough".

You turned to face him fully, taking his thumb into your mouth slowly; Charlie's eyes darkened and he swallowed hard, pressing it down on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around his digit, lapping at the blood, the taste making your head spin. You held onto his forearm, and he pulled you closer, grabbing a fistful of your hair, his sick need matching your own.

Before you knew it, you were pressed flush against the wall with Charlie's lips on yours ━ tongues meeting in a chaotic dance, rolling over each other messily.

"I'd follow you anywhere", you breathed out when he moved down to nib at your neck. He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating against your throat in the most delicious way. "Anywhere".

"The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?", you chanted, your knees cushioned by the padded kneeler. Charlie hummed softly; your words filled the air like the most beautiful song.

A mix of incense and Charlie's strong cologne reached your nostrils, somewhat comforting and calming as you felt his presence behind you.

"Beautiful", he muttered, almost as if he was speaking to himself. Your heart fluttered at the praise as you shifted, the sheer dress you wore rising up your thighs with the movement. "Go on".

"The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?", your eyes opened, lashes fluttering at the sight of Charlie; he towered over your kneeling form, looking down at you with a hint of awe and adoration in his features. You eyed his chest, covered only by a see-through, white gown ━ he looked like an angel, which, in your eyes, he was.

"And who is your Lord?", Charlie's hand was now in your hair, forcing you to meet his hard, demanding gaze. You meant it when you answered: "You. It's you, Charlie. You're the only God I want to worship".

He expected these words to leave your mouth, but he could never tire of hearing them. You spoke with such confidence, not a trace of regret or fear in your voice, and his his cock twitched at the sight; you were so obedient, so good to him.

Charlie offered you a hand, which you gladly accepted, getting up from the kneeler. Your legs shook slightly as he pulled you close, one of his hands on your face, the other grabbing your hip. His thumb brushed against your cheek, the gesture gentle and loving, his eyes scanning over your face.

"You've been so good for me", he whispered, and you leaned into his touch, pressing your body even closer to his; it simply was never enough. "I love you".

His lips pressed against yours, deliberately and slowly, as if you had all the time in the world. His smell lingered in the air, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. Charlie bit your bottom lip, drawing blood in process, lapping at the crimson liquid greedily, careful not to miss a drop. You whined, and Charlie was quick to lift you up in his arms, walking over to the altar.

You tried to deepen the kiss, but Charlie had other plans, dropping you on a wooden chair; the very one he sat in during masses and preaches.

"Greed is a sin", he whispered in a serious tone, brushing his lips against yours for the last time, before he fell to his knees before you. "Patience, my Angel".

You watched with wide eyes and heaving chest as Charlie spread your legs as wide as he could, lifting your dress ━ he gazed up at you, caressing the soft skin of your thighs with his big hands. You shivered when he tugged at the waistband of your lacy thong, and your hips rose up immediately, allowing him to pull it down your legs.

The cold air hitting your ━ now exposed ━ pussy made you gasp, as you clutched the edges of the chair tightly. Charlie chuckled darkly, watching the way your little hole clenched in anticipation.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pressing soft kisses around your pussy, giving you a sneak peek of what was about to come.

"You're mine to worship", he bit back a moan at the taste of your soft skin, and he didn't even get to the best part yet. "Mine to love", he met your gaze, and you nodded mindlessly, getting lost in his dark irises. "Mine to fuck".

As soon as the words left his mouth, he licked a deliberate stripe from your opening to your clit. Your head fell back, the rush of sitting on the specific chair while having his mouth on you made you feel so powerful. Charlie's tongue moved with purpose, circling around your clit slowly, before sucking it into his mouth. Your breaths came out in shallow gasps, the occasional groans leaving his mouth vibrating against your core, causing you to shake in his grasp.

"Charlie, fuck", you moaned, tugging at his hair, knowing how much he liked it. His eyes fluttered shut as he teased your entrance with the very tip of his tongue, lapping at the arousal that continued to drip out of you. "God, I'm━ I'm sorry, I'm gonna cum", you cried out; the endless flicks of his tongue, the groans leaving his mouth, the sight of his beautiful face between your legs ━ it became too much, fire pooled in your lower abdomen, ready to explode any second now.

Your loud cry echoed across the empty church as you came, and Charlie's eyes snapped open to watch as your face twisted in pleasure, a mixture of curses and shallow gasps leaving your mouth, and he swore he could cum from the sight alone.

He lapped at your pussy, eager to taste every single drop you had to offer. You twitched in overstimulation, slowly coming down from your high, sighing in relief when Charlie moved to kiss your inner thighs lovingly.

Not even five minutes later, you were already in Charlie's room, bloody clothes laying all over the floor; the memory of your latest crime, how you stood by his side the whole time ━ it made Charlie even needier.

You run your hands over his biceps at which desperate groan left his mouth ━ then he was quick to take the butt-less leather chaps and gown off his body before pushing you onto the bed.

Sick smile appeared on Charlie's mouth as he grabbed the metal-covered whip, along with a knife from his drawer; a rush of adrenaline run down your spine at the sight.

You took a second to admire his well-trained body as his back faced you, his muscles clenching as he moved around the room to get everything he needed. You were already breathless, and when he started moving towards you, his gaze predatory and dangerous, you were shaking. Not an ounce of fear in your body as he placed the items on the bedside table, his cock bobbing in the air as he walked; your mouth watered at the sight and his size that never failed to amaze you.

"Get on the floor". The harshness of his voice was enough for you to obey, sinking down on your knees right in front of him. "Worship your man. Let's see if you can handle me", he teased, knowing that in fact, you could, even if you struggled and choked. He challenged you, but you just smiled, knowing that the tables would turn soon enough.

"You know I can, Father", his cock twitched at the nickname ━ before he could respond, you were already grabbing his thighs, face to face with his giant cock, pressing a soft kiss on the tip. He hummed, satisfied, running a hand through your hair, tugging at it, forcing you to open your mouth a little wider. You smirked up at him before obeying, taking his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue and pressing it against the underside. You hollowed your cheeks, beginning to bob your head, taking more and more of him in the process, getting used to his size slowly but surely.

"Fuck, you have the dirtiest little mouth", Charlie groaned, watching you, beginning to thrust into your mouth as he grew needier. You struggled as he hit the back of your throat, your eyes falling open to look at him. His head fell back, chest heaving with uneven breaths, and you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you to him, still. You quickly replaced your mouth with your hands, wrapping them around his shaft, jerking him off. Your tongue darted out to lap at his balls, massive and full of cum, and a satisfied moan left your mouth; you loved pleasuring him almost as much as he loved seeing you on your knees for him.

Shameless groan left Charlie's mouth, your small hands around him and your mouth on his balls driving him crazy. "I need to feel you. Now".

Your eyes fell open and you moved to take him in your mouth again, causing Charlie to hiss, taking a mental note to punish you for disobeying him later. Yet he couldn't pull away, not now ━ not when your mouth felt so good, so warm and welcoming. He thrusted his hips lazily, and you stopped your movements, letting him take the lead.

"You fucking love it, don't you? You love choking on my dick. You love letting me use your mouth however I please", he panted, feeling himself getting close, the obscene sounds leaving your mouth only spurring him on further. You tried to nod, which was nearly impossible with the speed in which he was fucking your throat.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck, swallow it, swallow it all", he hissed, head falling back; your nails digged into his thighs, soft moan leaving your occupied mouth, and that seemed to be his last straw.

His cock twitched, and spurts of his hot cum finally painted your tongue and the back of your throat.

He pulled off your mouth with a swift movement, and you swallowed every single drop, the taste making you whimper, as you tried to catch your breath.

"Good fucking girl. Show me", he grabbed your chin, pressing his thumb against your lower lip; you obeyed, chest heaving with uneven breaths and throat sore, as you sticked your tongue out. His eyes darkened, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth, before he forced you to stand up, only to practically throw you on the bed like a doll.

Charlie grabbed the knife from a nightstand; your eyes widened and your legs closed, a spark of excitement running down your spine.

Charlie spread your legs, kneeling in between them; knife forgotten for just a second as he tugged at your dress, determined to get it off your body. It was thrown on the floor in an instant, and he was already lining himself up with your entrance.

You moaned in unison when his tip stretched you out ━ smug smile adorning his face at the visible impatience building within you.

"You're so tight", he rasped, pressing your thigh against the mattress. You cried out when he buried himself inside of you fully in one, swift movement. Your walls struggled to adjust to his size, and you tried to catch your breath. "So warm. My God. You really are an Angel, aren't you?", Charlie muttered, grabbing the knife while beginning to thrust into you ━ and your pussy clenched at the sight.

Then he pressed the flat side of the knife against your skin; the coldness on your burning skin made you gasp. The feeling of Charlie's thick cock fucking into you over and over again, combined with the thrill of being completely at his mercy making you gush.

"You have no idea how badly I want to cut my name into your skin", he groaned, pressing the blade into your skin lightly. You gripped at the sheets and your head fell back. The sound of your skin slamming together filled the room, along with your cries, and Charlie's loud breathing.

"Do it", you begged, and Charlie's hand wrapped around your throat, cutting your airflow in an instant.

You should be scared; he was the one having all the control, and, most importantly, he held the knife against your skin. Yet, in your sick mind, there was no room for fear ━ not when he slammed into you as if his life depended on it, mumbling incoherent praises right above you.

The truth was, you had all the power over him; he sacrificed everything for you, only for you.

So when the blade pressed into the skin on your chest, cutting through it, some blood flowing out of the wound ━ all you did was moan, feeling your orgasm taking over you slowly ━ and Charlie's hand left your throat, letting you take a deep breath.

"I'm going to cum", you cried out, the sharp sting of where he cut a big C into your skin leaving you whimpering.

Your blood covered his chest and stomach as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours, running the flat side of his knife over your cheek. The pain combined with pleasure of his restless thrusts sent you spiralling, and your back arched into the air as you soaked his cock.

"Good fucking girl. Come on, give me everything you got", he talked you through the waves of pleasure, sick smile on his face as he watched you cry from overstimulation. You took a second to calm down, enjoying the way he was balls deep inside you, pressing wet kisses down your neck. His hips grinded against yours involuntarily when he reached the bloody C carved out on your chest; he greedily licked at the wound, groaning at the taste.

You whimpered, letting him clean you of your own blood, before you gained enough strength to push him back against the bed, sinking down on his cock.

Charlie's eyes widened ━ he was partially surprised at your sudden dominance; he wouldn't let you do it often; but this time, it just felt right.

You lifted yourself enough to reach the whip from the nightstand. Charlie understood; he understood immediately, sitting up, as you sink down on his thick cock yet again. Some more blood flowed down your body, and he was unable to look away, his eyes almost pleading.

"How many?", you asked casually, although your voice was strangled, your cunt spasming around him in anticipation.

But there was no answer from him. So, smiling wildly, you swinged and whipped his back; the metal cutting through his skin.

Charlie cried out, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips. The pain left him trembling, and you were quick to press a soft kiss against his lips. Charlie responded immediately, whimpering into your mouth, his hips snapping upward to meet yours.

"I asked you a question", you whispered, tugging on his hair.

"I... Five. Angel━ J-Just move", he pleaded, and you smiled sweetly; the contrast between the delicious roll of your hips and the whip cutting through his skin yet again made him lightheaded, and he only imagined how much blood flowed from the wounds.

"You're doing so good for me", you praised, beginning to ride him in an inhuman speed, switching between grinding your hips down and bouncing on his big cock. The stretch made you moan, and Charlie was unable to speak, feeling as if he could cum any second now.

Third whip and he was begging you to stop, yet you knew that's not what he wanted. His eyes pleading and wide, and before he knew it, he was cumming inside of you, biting on your shoulder, a desperate cry leaving his mouth.

"Good boy", and you bounced faster, trying to distract him from the pain as you lashed him for the fourth time. "Doin' so good for me. You need to take this. It's your penance". And he was nodding, knowing you were right ━ and he was ready to take any kind of punishment if it meant he could be with you.

After the fifth and last whip, Charlie fell back on the bed, his chest heaving with uneven breaths. He was paralysed ━ more from the pleasure and overstimulation than pain. You let the whip fall on the floor, giving him a minute to breathe.

But Charlie was needy ━ no, he was desperate to feel you trembling under him. A squeal left your mouth when he lifted you off him, pressing your upper half flush against the bed. You arched your back, dizzy from pleasure and need ━ your hips grinding into the air in search of his cock again.

Charlie plunged into you again with one, swift movement, feeling as if he could cum again just at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him deliciously.

You were a whimpering mess when he started thrusting into you in an inhuman speed ━ and you were almost convinced that you could feel his cock in your throat from how deep he was.

"Say my name", he demanded, tugging on your hair, yanking your head back to rest against his chest. The change of angle caused you to gasp, and you did exactly what he asked: screamed his name, the sound echoing through the room and corridor. "You're taking me so good", he stilled for a moment, letting you buck back into him, enjoying the way your ass bounced with every movement.

Charlie, unable to control himself, spanked your ass, obsessed with the way your skin got red, the crimson handprints contrasting with your pale skin.

He let you fuck yourself on his cock, a creamy ring appearing at the base ━ his cum leaking out of your used hole with every sway of your hips. You clenched, holding onto his thighs for balance, and Charlie let go of your hair only to tilt your head towards him.

Your clouded eyes met his, and Charlie smiled lovingly, pressing his lips against yours ━ sweetly and gently.

"Cum for me, Angel", he whispered as you grinded your hips down, almost passing out from the intense pleasure. Your skin felt hot, legs ready to give out any second now.

Charlie sensed it immediately, and he helped you by thrusting up into you, meeting you halfway, a satisfied moan leaving both of you.

It wasn't long until he came inside of you, filling you to the brim for the second time. His orgasm triggered your own. Charlie caressed your sides until you stopped shaking, whispering soft praises into your ear.

A few minutes later you were cleaning Charlie's back, muttering occasional "sorry" when he hissed in pain.

"I'm taking you on a trip tomorrow", he said softly, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your delicate hands taking care of his back. You nodded, not pressing any further.

As long as you were with him, nothing else mattered.

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[wandasdollie]

  ꒰  𑄽୧ ꒱ 𓈒  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀bisou, bisou!  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀ ⠀𝜗𝜚  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀18+! men and minors dni.

 .   ̣̣̣︶ ྀ pairing ˚ ۪ ݁ balletinstructor!wanda x ballerina!reader

꒰  tags ꒱ 𓈒  mommy!wanda ,  taboo - ish relationship , smut , fingering , r!receiving , wanda speaking french! ( lapine is bunny, and poupée is doll~!! )

 ꔫ  ࣪ ˖ a / n ⑅♡ ྀ˖ this is my first time writing for wanda , i do hope you enjoy!! based on my previous post!! i... have not proofread this... i am very sorry if it is a mess!!   ໒ ྀི>֯ . <ྀི֯ ̥ ︣ა

 ⁺ ⑅  ꫂ ၴႅၴ tag list ֯݁ต  @emiliaisdead ( pls comment if you'd like to be added~! )

“Bonne après-midi, ma lapine!”

You lift your nose from its position at your knee, lifting up and toward the position of the honey-coated voice. It comes as no surprise to you that your instructor stands at the door, her hair in a loose bun at the nape of her neck, her outfit consisting of several layers that she’s sure to ditch over the next few hours. She looks impossibly cozy, and though her nose is pink and her hair is a bit frizzy from a hat that she’s recently shed, she is the essence of winter comfort. She is shivering, as are you. You can think of nothing more than sitting in front of a fire with her, under a blanket with warm tea and cookies, spending your time only focused on your shared nearness. This time of year always floods your mind with these images, it can’t be helped. Alas, you stand in a room with only a few small space heaters to create warmth for your poor, frozen joints.

“Hello!” You smile in return. Ms. Maximoff has a penchant towards speaking in French in your presence, as if it is her little secret, one that she will never let you in on. You haven’t learned yet what her little teasing nicknames mean, but you have the context clues to know when she’s greeting you, which is just enough. You don’t really want to know what she’s calling you, it only adds to the tension of your already over-amorous relationship.

You have had an entirely debilitating crush on this woman for far too long, and it is not as though she is necessarily helping you shake it. She is incredibly affectionate towards you, and while it may seem to others in the room that you are nothing more than her favorite student— which you certainly are— Ms. Maximoff harbors those very same feelings for you. She just does not show it as easily as you do. Where you become a blushing, babbling mess, she is stoic, firm, though sometimes she cannot help the dimpled smile when she watches you dance. She has forced her own resolve around you so much that it is starting to crumble, her urges towards you harder to contain. She cannot conceal adoring looks nor wandering hands much longer.  

You slide into your next stretch, attempting a split, which you aren’t nearly warm enough for, and the exasperated sigh that leaves your lips turns a frown on Wanda’s gentle features. You’re not sure how she could have possibly heard it, but she definitely has, and makes her way to stand beside you, pulling gloves off of perfectly manicured hands.

“What’s wrong, poupée?” She speaks softly as she kneels to your side, a gentle hand caressing your thigh. She chews on her lower lip, and you each feel the ripple of nerves shoot through the tense muscle when she places her hand there. There’s simply no helping the buzz of butterflies in your tummy when you look up to meet her gaze in the mirror, the way she so intently watches you, how her thumb caresses you even though you’re wearing awfully thick sweatpants.

“I’m too cold,” you whine, voice a bit pathetic as you flop onto the floor, body naturally magnetized towards your instructor, subconsciously seeking her body’s warmth, her touch. You lower your gaze from the mirror and turn to face Wanda now, looking up to her as if by some magic she could instantly warm you, begging without words for her to wrap her arms around you and hold you close. You want nothing more than to slip your fingers under her large sweater and warm your freezing fingers, and that is just the same thing that Wanda seeks now. But she is in the position of a professional, of a teacher, that she must keep her head about her. That’s what she’s always had to remind herself, since the very first day you enrolled in her course.

 Needless to say, she’s found this very difficult.

Most difficult, that is, when you look up to her, eyes wide and pleading, fingers playing anxiously with the cotton of your own sweatshirt, legs spread so that Wanda sits perfectly between them. She juts out her lower lip a little, looking to you with the pity that you so deserve, and raises her own hand so that she may press the palm against your cheek. You lean into the touch so desperately, not minding that it is likely messing up your makeup— the makeup you always spend at least an hour perfecting before class, all so that she might compliment you like she is so apt to doing.

And it’s that very complimenting that Wanda is so desperate to do now, but she just must force herself not to. She will only look you over, soak in the image of the girl that so clearly longs to be loved, but will not allow herself anymore.

“Let me help,” she hums, voice impossibly smooth, dropped an octave from when she had first greeted you. Her thumb lightly washes over your skin before her hand drops, leaving a warm imprint on otherwise freezing flesh. Wanda backs up a little so that you may spread your legs even wider, a strained hundred-and-eighty-degree angle, though you press your palms into the floor, hovering a little as to ease some of the pain in your hips.

Wanda sidles herself behind you, enjoys all too much the way you chew on your lip, the way the veins in your neck ripple from the physical exertion. She won’t admit it to herself, but as much as she loves to see the smile on your bunny-pink lips, she adores to see you in the least bit of pain. A twinge sadistic, yes, but it’s a natural instinct that cannot be ignored. It is because she so yearns to be the one to ease your pain. She does not ever want to hurt you, will never hurt you, only wants to be the one to kiss you back to health when you’re sick, to put ice on swollen ankles.

She can’t help the craving hands that find themselves to your hips, their pressure firm, fingers threatening below the waistband of your sweatpants. You shiver when they do just that, finding their way onto the lowest part of your hip where your leotard meets tights, pressing you downwards ever so gently until you hit the floor. The stretch is entirely painful, though it’s a pain that’s all too close to being pleasurable. The extension of your muscles, paired with Wanda’s soothing touch, and her hot breath at the back of your neck, is all creating a swimming warmth within you far better than any heater could. The warmth has certainly concentrated right where your instructor’s hands lie now, the very inside of your thighs, the place that should hurt the absolute most, but with Wanda’s hands subtly massaging there, there isn’t a lot of pain at all.

“Good girl,” Wanda hums softly, releasing your thighs, sliding her hands up your side until they land against your back, lightly tracing the brocade velvet lacing of your backless leotard. She smiles to herself, counting the few freckles of your skin, knowing they won’t be gaining any new friends in the next cold months. “So pretty…” She whispers to herself, sure you can’t hear her for the way you count quietly to yourself. She adores it, the way your lips track numbers all throughout class, a very random quirk that you’ve never been aware of, yet it is one of Wanda’s favorite things about you.

You finally quit, swinging your legs forward, nearly falling back into Wanda in the process. In fact, your lack of balance has prompted her hand back to your hip, holding you firmly as you sit up, posture never faltering for the good ballerina that you are. Just as you are about to turn to thank Ms. Maximoff, whose leg has outstretched to mirror your own, to elongate your touch as much as she can, you hear a few chattering voices come down the hall. Wanda sighs softly, always a little too angry when other students dare interrupt your more intimate moments, but stands anyway. This is not before she gives your hip a small squeeze, and when she stands, she gently leaves her hand on top of your hair, gazes at you through the mirror. She could easily stare at you like this for the rest of time, and you her, but you both must move on, must find places at the barre, must move on with your lives. When the few students finally make their way into the classroom, Wanda winks at you before abandoning you in the middle of the floor, leaving so that she can fix her hair and check over her notes for today’s class.

The class is similar to every other that you’ve ever had, though not at all tedious. You do your warm-up as usual, practice for an upcoming recital, try some new things that Wanda has planned. She, as usual, uses you as an example, the teacher’s good little pet who always knows just what she’s talking about, can always maneuver through a combination with ease with only verbal instructions. You constantly worry this will make your fellow peers dislike you, but it is not their approval which you seek. And the way that Wanda always smiles and claps her hands when you’ve finished is more than enough. You have become a girl only living for Ms. Maximoff’s praise, always seeking it, always doing all you can to get it.

Today, you stand at the very far end of the barre, your back to wall instead of any other students, and Wanda certainly takes advantage of this. She lingers near you for far too long, gently pinching the flesh at your hip to make you giggle far too loudly, taking your sweatpants from you when you grow too warm, whispering dirty little phrases to you which make you blush deeper than a tomato. At least, you think they’re dirty. She speaks French, so you’re not entirely sure what it is she teases you with, but of course you blush and hide your face anyway. And, while they are often quite naughty, Wanda often finds herself whispering utter nonsense, be it a lyric to a song stuck in her head or the name of a French pastry she’s craving, just to see the way your knees lose balance. She has never once in her life been a tease, but for some reason, she just cannot help it. She loves to watch you squirm.

The class is over far too quickly for your liking. It always is. Though you spend nearly half of your week’s hours in this studio with Ms. Maximoff, it never ever feels like enough time. You always return home to an empty apartment, prepare yourself a meal that you’re sure Wanda would prepare far better, and do nothing but sulk until you can return to her side. You pull on your sweatpants and thickest wool socks, intentionally taking a very long time so that the other students will leave you and Wanda alone, so that you may have even a minute longer to spend together, to talk about whatever it is she wants to talk about.

“Is that all you have to wear?” Calls that sweet voice, head tilting to the side, sheer worry present on her features. “No wonder you’ve been so cold! You poor thing…” Wanda comes to your side, eyebrows knitted as she tugs lightly on your sweatshirt, looking around the floor, but no winter coat to be seen.

“Oh, I’ll be alright… The bus ride home is short!” You smile sweetly, eyes scrunching a little to convey how happy you are that she’s worrying over you. She evidently cares so much for you, and the fact that she does makes your heart swell oh so much. It’s not often that someone looks after your needs, until Wanda began doing all of the worrying for you.

Wanda is clearly displeased, her hands drifting from only grabbing the fabric of your sweatshirt to holding the body that it conceals, squeezing gently at your hips as she is so regularly prone to. She adores the way you feel in her grasp, so malleable yet firm with muscle, her own little doll. That is, after all, what she so frequently calls you without your knowing.

“This won’t do…” She mumbles softly to herself, shaking her head a little, her discomfort over your own cold growing so great that she cannot focus. She does, eventually, shake it, once you’ve ensued her several times that you have a pair of gloves in your bag that you fully intend on wearing.

“I worry for you, my darling.” Wanda sighs gently, lifting one hand to push a hair out of your face that’s finally fallen from sweat penetrating hair gel. Her hand lingers for perhaps too long, the pads of her fingers stuck to your skin as though by glue. It could be minutes, hours, that you stand like this, the only sound a clock ticking in the distance, the entire building emptied for the evening. Though your mind is empty, barely able to focus, eyes only barely glancing at Wanda’s so perfectly sculpted features with all the amorousness in the world, she is busy considering. She is thinking of all the ways that doing what it is she wants to do will hurt you, will get you both in trouble, will ruin what is already such a wonderful thing you share.

Eventually, her heart wins the battle, and she gently tugs against your cheek, reaching so that your lips connect. Though the heaters in the room have turned off, she is so impossibly warm. Her lips, the matte pink becoming messy from the fervor of her kisses, are hot against your own, which have already begun their winter chapping, but Wanda does not notice. Even if she did, she would not care. She kisses you with so much passion you would believe it has been building up for years.

You lift your hands as well, and they settle on her hips, tugging gently at her leggings, which are so tight and accentuate her curves so well that you find yourself at her for far too long. Her body is such a source of distraction for you, that you often seem spaced-out in the middle of class when, in reality, you are simply entranced by the subtle swing of your instructor’s hips as she walks. You grip her waist now, though your fingers have grown cold again so much so that they barely find the grasp that they so desperately want. You have spent far too long wanting this very touch, wanting to feel the weight of Wanda’s chest against you so desperately, the warmth of her tongue forcing apart your lips. You have spent so long wanting this, that its final arrival has overwhelmed you all too much.

Wanda pushes you backwards until your back hits the wall, a bit uncomfortable for the way that the barre forces a curve in your spine, but Wanda’s hands coax you into comfort. Her hands stray beneath your sweater, looking for any flesh beneath the skin-tight leotard and tights that you wear, incredibly frustrated at the lack of touch. She wants nothing more than to strip you of your clothes, to replace them with her hands, but is not quite sure that you are entirely alone, so instead snakes her hand under material the best she can, kneading the flesh that she is able to, pressing her warmth there.

You are practically helpless under her dominating hold, her weight over you, combined with her desperate kisses, nearly suffocating, but you do not mind one bit. You are hers to grope as she pleases, high from her vanilla perfume, your own hands seeking her own skin beneath her layers of athletic clothing.

You whine gently when she pulls her mouth from your own, her lips shining from your lip gloss, though you cannot admire them for long before she attaches them to your neck, gently licking you there while your head throws back, gently hits the wall beside you. Wanda has positioned herself so that her hips align perfectly with yours, though she stands between your legs, one of which has lifted to wrap around her, pulling her ever closer. Your hips have begun to buck as if on instinct, which only makes Wanda laugh softly, has her hands grabbing at you, assisting in your desperate rocking for pleasure.

“Does that feel good, princess?” She whispers roughly against your ear, though her voice still carries her signature sweetness, only a bit lower, darker.

You nod quickly, words not forming in your throat, hands flying up to tangle in her hair, and though you’re barely thinking clearly, you force the hair tie out, allow her strawberry curls to fall over her shoulders, so that you may cling onto her hair. Wanda adores the small whimpers that fly from you, but she forces her hand up to cover your mouth, to muffle your perverted little moans that echo in the room.

“The door is still open, lapine,” she whispers again, her breath bated and shallow. “Don’t want anyone to catch us.” Wanda lifts her head, looks into your eyes until you nod your understanding, and she drops her hand. “Good girl.”

When her hand drops from your mouth, it drops back to the waistband of your sweatpants, which she slides beneath, finds the spot in your panties that has grown so wet that it has soaked through your leotard. This makes her grin against the skin of your collarbone which she has begun attacking with her kisses, her teeth grazing against what is sure to become a dark bruise come morning. She presses gently against your clothed cunt, fingers slipping beneath the leotard yet still barriered by tights and panties. She is angered by this, yes, but the way you begin to moan from even her smallest presses to your clit makes Wanda dizzy from need. After a moment of finicking she is able to rip a small hole in your tights, the material so thin that it does not take much effort. She makes a mental note to buy you another pair.

Wanda finally pushes away your underwear, once again smiling into your skin when she finds that it is so very lacy, not at all what she would expect for a two-hour long ballet class. She does not know that she is the very reason you’ve chosen this pair, that for some sick reason you always dress from head to toe the way you’d want her to see you, including underwear and lacy bra, no matter how unlikely it is for her to see it.

The feeling of your warmth elicits such a deep moan from Wanda that it forces one of your own, which you end abruptly for the way that your breath hitches when she slides one finger inside of you. She whispers something once again, again speaking in the language that makes your knees incredibly weak, but that does not matter for the way that Wanda holds you so tight. Her finger pumps into you so gently, as though you are made of porcelain and might break if she does any more. And though her kisses are so fervent and her grip on you is so strong, she holds you delicately, like you are just a sweet little thing for her to take care of, not only the subject of her lust.

“Can you take another?” She muses, voice salaciously kind, so protective and dominating as she presses a few gentle kisses to your jawline. You can only nod in answer to her question, your hands falling once again to grab at her ass, to pull your bodies closer both by your hand and the leg that has hooked around her waist.

Wanda does as she’s promised, though her pace is still slow, still coaxing the small, high-pitched moans from your lips as she desires. Your muscles are incredibly tense, and though you’ve spent the past hours warming and moving them, you feel so shell-shocked with pleasure that your body is hardly able to move, other than the instinctual rocking of your hips.

“Look in the mirror, princess.” Wanda whispers into your own lips before placing a kiss to them. “I want you to see how good Mommy is making you feel.”

The nickname that she’s claimed for herself has sent another shock of pleasure through you, the butterflies in your stomach only heightening in their flapping. You flutter your eyes open as instructed, always the most obedient for Ms. Maximoff, and though your eyes are blurry, you find yourselves in the mirror.

The image, Wanda enveloping you, her focus so intense on fucking you, her hair messy down her back, the sleeve of her sweater all bunched up around her elbow, makes you tense up. You’ve never felt anything quite like it, and as Wanda’s thumb gently caresses your clit, you feel all of your muscles tense, your squeezing of her ass sure to leave some sort of bruise of its own. Wanda gently kisses you a few more times, her lips grown swollen from the dedication of her kisses. Her fingers continue to glide into you, as she allows you to ride her until your body grows overtired from it and falls limp against the wall.

“Good girl,” Wanda repeats, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek before she backs up only a little, looks over you, sees how flushed your skin has become, how heavy your eyelids are. She adores the little mess of a girl she’s made of you, and as she removes her hand from your pants, licks it clean, she cannot help but feel proud of herself.

By the time you open your eyes, Wanda has returned to her typical worrying self, though she looks so impossibly relaxed. Her skin is pink from your shared warmth, her lipstick so very messy, it makes you giggle a little.

“Please, let me drive you home?” She practically begs, but you take no convincing. You assess your appearance for only a moment before racing to her side, looping your arm around hers and grabbing your bag. You shyly press a kiss to her cheek as you step out into the winter, the air bitingly cold, yet you don’t feel it, for your entire body is still radiating from Wanda’s heat.

[nekoreis]

✿ . . . THE WAY THEY TAKE YOU 01

ˊᯅˋ. . 엔하이픈 ─── 𝘁op! 𝓮nha ㅈ 𝐟!rea ✶ 𝓢𝗺𝗎𝘁 𓈒 ୭ৎ sex positons · dom!enha · hyungs hcs 𝅄 ねこ

FROM REIYA !: some positions enha would prefer when fucking you :33 ✶ don’t like it, dont read it ♡

✿ heeseung — missionary

heeseung is a slow, deliberate lover, he craves closeness, control, and a level of emotional connection that only missionary gives. it’s not boring with him, it’s intimate.

he holds your wrists down against the pillow, not hard, just enough to make you squirm under his gaze. his eyes stay on you the entire time, watching how your expression changes when he angles his hips just right.

he talks to you through it, murmuring soft praises and messy little confessions, like: “you feel so good like this… underneath me.” he likes when you wrap your legs around his waist and beg for more, even though he’s taking his time on purpose.

the rhythm is slow, deep, and possessive, like he wants to mark you from the inside out.

✿ jay — mating press

jay’s a perfectionist, even in bed, he needs to be the one leading, the one in charge. he folds you in half, pushing your knees toward your chest so he can get as deep as possible.

this position gives him everything: dominance, eye contact, and a way to watch you break. he holds your hips down and fucks you hard, controlled, like he’s trying to ruin you slowly.

but he’ll still lean down and kiss your jaw, whispering things like: “no one else gets to see you like this. no one.” he’s big on possessiveness, his name in your mouth, his prints on your thighs.

he loves overstimulation, keeping you folded and fucked even after you’ve already come once. you try to squirm away, but his hands keep you still, because he decides when you’re done, not you.

✿ jake — spooning

jake is a soft dom at heart, he loves the tenderness that comes with spooning. it’s slow, emotional, all about how close your bodies can get.

he usually starts it by pulling you back against his chest, kissing your shoulder, whispering: “can i…? just for a little?” his arm wraps around your waist, hand sneaking down to tease you gently before sliding in.

the angle is perfect, deep and lazy, just how he likes it. he loves when you whimper and push back into him, your breaths syncing together.

he’s big on praising, calling you “pretty girl,” “my baby,” and telling you how good you feel. sometimes he doesn’t even stop moving after you fall asleep again, just holding you, still inside, completely addicted to the feeling.

✿ sunghoon — doggy

sunghoon’s calm exterior hides how dominant he gets when the lights go off. doggy lets him take control without having to show too much, he lets his body do the talking.

his favorite part? the way your back arches, how your voice sounds when you moan into the sheets. one hand on your waist, the other sometimes in your hair, pulling lightly just to hear you gasp.

he starts slow, rolling his hips deep and slow, then snaps into something rough once he hears you whine. sunghoon’s not overly vocal, but he grunts and breathes heavily behind you, letting you feel how much he wants it.

sometimes he leans over to kiss the back of your neck, still moving inside you. he loves control, you trembling under him, unable to think, begging for more.

nekoreis ୨୧ all rights reserved. 2025

[st7rnioioss]

𓂅 ♥︎ OFF TO THE RACES

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... bodyguard!matt x reader

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ in which... matt is your bodyguard—you’re married to an older, rich, casino owner, and your life eventually gets boring… so what better option than running away with matt do you have?

warnings... smut, p in v, swearing, dirty talk, mentions of guns, murder, and blood.

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ the room on the other side of the door is loud—a bunch of people are around, all with probably loads of cash in their purses and pockets, alcoholic drinks served at every table, and your husband nowhere to be seen.

not that you care—not at all, actually, with matt thrusting into you from behind. he’s got a hand wrapped into your hair, pulling back what used to be your neat, and freshly styled locks.

“fuck! matt— so good,” you cry out, looking at your reflection in the mirror that’s staring back at you, mascara and lipstick smudged.

matt groans from behind you, his fingertips digging into the soft skin of your hips. “what a fucking whore. allowing you bodyguard to fuck you senseless, huh? your dick of a husband could be standing right outside that door.”

you’ve been in this position for what felt like too long, your legs awkwardly spread by his stronger ones, counter painfully bruising your skin, and scalp starting to burn from matt’s intense grip, all while his cock abuses your cervix, massaging your inner, soaked walls.

yet the whole thing has your head spinning with excitement. you always knew your husband was no good—long criminal history, and running a huge company that’s basically like walking into financial debt. and tonight? tonight, you were going to get rid of him for good.

which is why you found yourself here—getting fucked senseless by your bodyguard, your plan already set straight.

“bet your good old husband doesn’t fuck you like this, does he? or does he even take time out of his day to admire such a beauty?” matt rasps, slowing his pace down to lean toward, whispering into your ear while staring at your through the mirror, his hand reaching forward to grab you by your cheeks.

“such a tight, pretty pussy.. i promise i’ll spend all day between your thighs when we expose that old fuck if i have to,” his words elicits a moan from you, and soon enough he’s fucking his thick cock in and out of you again.

he lets go of your face, and you fall forward onto the counter, completely lost.

“mhmm.. i promise you we’ll get the hell out of here. you just wait a couple hours.”

moments later you’re standing behind matt, a gun wrapped in a cloth in his hand with your husband tied to a chair, dead, the blood seeping through his expensive button up that you’d been sent to buy for him a few weeks ago.

the bullet went off a little less loud due to the piece of cloth, yet you had no concerns with the loud party going on in your huge mansion. absolutely no one had, or could know.

when matt turns around you look up at him, eyes wide and biting your nail, your eyes darting between him and the man in the chair.

matt’s eyes are filled with concern too, but he’s got this specific look to it—like you both knew it absolutely had to be done.

“it was necessary.. yeah? come on, let’s go. we’ll start from scratch. together.” he whispers, wiping the gun off before hiding it in his pocket, his larger hands cupping both sides of your face.

you stare at him, offering him a gentle, soft smile, “yeah.. okay. i’d like that,” you whisper back, pulling him in for a soft kiss that he immediately returned, before you went off to the races, completely traceless.

a/n: hello!! i’m so sorry i had to postpone this, but here you guys go ;3 i hope you like it!!!

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[wandasaura]

WHAT DID I SAY

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

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

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

know my place

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

Maria – 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha –

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wanda – 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carol –

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[euphoricbi]

⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ - 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ⠀⠀ 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍?

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭ 𔓕ㅤׅㅤㅤ

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭ 𔓕ㅤׅㅤㅤ

a/n —

i thought of this on a whim! it was super fun to write, also the last one is a bit longer than the other's cuz i wanted it to be idk.

— Summ ary .

⠀⠀⠀ ‹𝟹 )) Gojo is horny all the time, here's a list of some places he's gotten horny at– and how he dealt with it.

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𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶, 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰

— ★in the bathroom (>。☆)

⠀Gojo says fucking you in the bathroom is one of the great wonders of his life, he further proves his point when his cock is nestled deep inside your cunt— his hands carefully placed on either side of the stall, your body pressed against the door as you fuck yourself on his cock. Your biting down on your lip, afraid of making a sound and getting caught— but that thrill somehow made it hotter, better—

"Ohhhh, fuuuck. G'nna make me cum, baby. That what ya want? Wanna make me cum? Milk me?" he always ran his mouth when he was excited, you figured that out quick. Gojo reaches his arm around you, fumbling to get to your clit, when he did, he rubbed fast circles on it— before thrusting his hips forward—. "That's a good girl, cream all over me. So fuckin' messy, fuck."

— ★in the library (>。☆)

If your boyfriend wanted you to hate him, he succeeded, especially now. Your eyes peer back at him, only to see him staring directly at your ass— he grins when he sees your pussy tighten around his cock. Cockwarming Gojo at the back of the Library wasn't on your bucket list but hey, it was happening. "Toruuuu, we can't stay like this forever." you whispered, wiggling your ass to further prove your point— you froze when he bucked up into you, "Here, wait a second."

He adjusts his position before placing his hand atop your ass, he whispers 'sit up a little' so you do. Your hand flys over your mouth as he thrusts into your pussy, making a small 'plap' noise— Gojo could care less about noise, but he does for you. He forces your ass down on him with his hand, bucking his hips up at just the right time.

— ★in the movie theater (>。☆)

"Gojo!" you whisper-yelled as you shut your legs around your boyfriend's hand, a pout forming on his face. "I chose this seat for a reason." he mumbles. You squirm a bit, eyes looking down at the people in front of you— not noticing the way Gojo was desperately trying to get to your pussy, "Girl, if you don't let me taste you, I swear—" he laughed for a second before easily moving to get on his knees in front of you. You hesitantly spread your legs, your legs now being pushed up by Gojo's muscular back.

He uses his fingers to pull your panties to the side, a hushed groan escaping his chest as he leant forward, wrapping his mouth around your entire mound before licking between the folds, licking at your clit. Your hands cover your mouth, eyes peering down at him— only to see his blue eyes looking back up at you, as if he was fucking you with them. He drools all over your pussy, lapping at your clit like some kind of hungry animal— two long fingers slide easily into your cunt, vibrations cursing through your veins as he groaned into your clit.

— ★your mom's apartment?! (>。☆)

"Can you stop doing this shit?" you groan as you look at him, his lower lip jutted out in a pout as he rubs your ass. "My mom is awake, asshole." you swat his hand away before trying to get up from the bed— only to be pulled back into your boyfriend's warm chest, his arms around your waist. "Come ooonnn, lemme just put the tip in? Please? Pleeeaaa—" "Fucking, fine, just do it 'Toru." you groan, was visiting your mom for a week to introduce her to your boyfriend too much to ask? Gojo begins to sit up, seemingly having a position he wanted to do in his mind— he puts you on your stomach, pulling your ass up before he realizes he has to take your shorts off, so he takes the opportunity to do that now. "Just, be quick Gojo, I'm not playing with you today." you hear him laugh behind you before mumbling a quick, 'okay okay'.

He pulls his sweatpants just below his thighs, a sigh of relief escaping him as he finally grabs his cock. His other hand pulls his black shirt up, his teeth grabbing ahold of his shirt to keep it up. Gojo presses his cock to your folds, leaning forward and placing his hand by your mouth— you roll your eyes as spit into his hand. He wraps that hand around his cock pumping it a few times before finally, sliding it into your cunt— your pussy stretching just around his tip. He pulled it out, then put it back in— hand fisting his cock— jacking off into your pussy. He breathes through his nose, his black shirt damp with his spit— you look back at him, seeing the way his blue eyes roll back into his head before reopening them, looking down at the way you pussy swallows the tip of his cock— "Just, fuck me 'Toru."

He chuckles into his shirt, moving his hand from his cock and placing it on your ass— your pussy already clenching around his cock before he even pushes it all the way in. His shirt falls from his mouth as he groans, pushing his dick into your cunt— you press your face into your pillow to muffle your moans. His cock somehow felt bigger, you felt so full— Gojo presses his hand onto the back of your head, bullying his cock into you as he whines, "You always make me do this, baby. Can't stop fuckin' ya. Pussy was made f'me, yeah? Gooddd, I feel you cummin' already."

He freezes when he hears footsteps outside the door, the hand on your head now grabbing your hair to pull your head up from your pillow— a line of drool dribbling from your lower lip, as you looked at the door.

"You okay, sweetie?"

"Mmhmm, 'm fine mom." you mumbled, eyes looking at your boyfriend's face, only to see his jaw clench, eyes shut— he whispers, "I almost fuckin' came, holy shit."

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[emisluvr]

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one thing you and jake have never tried was cockwarming. but when you heard about the concept somewhere online, it sounded hot and you knew you wanted to try it.

what you didn't take into account, however, was how much your boyfriend would struggle with it.

he's sitting at his desk, manspreading as his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, his slim and veiny fingers typing away at his keyboard as he's trying to finish up his assignment before the deadline.

you quietly creep into his room, trying to think of how you can bring it up to him without sounding too awkward or timid. "baby," you call, and jake's eyes that were once glued to his screen immediately dart toward you.

"hi, love," he smiles at you, turning his chair to face you as you slowly walk over. when you're standing in front of him, his hands interlock with yours as he stares up at you with his hazy, puppy eyes.

"what's wrong, baby?" he asks, noticing your awfully shy state. "uhm, i just.. wanna try something different with you," you admit. his thumbs caress your hands as the rest of his fingers stay intertwined with yours. "oh yeah? what is it?" he says, exhilaration and anxiety washing over him.

"i wanna try, uhm.. cockwarming." the words finally slip from your lips, your cheeks flushing as you break eye contact with him, instead staring at the floor. "hm? what's cockwarming, princess?" he asks, genuinely confused like he's never heard of the term before.

oh gosh. you seriously have to explain what it is to him? the word 'cockwarming' alone was even too much for you to say. "well, we just sit there.. while, y'know.. your cock is inside me." you say, trying to maintain eye contact with him but it's far too embarrassing.

"so i just stay inside you? that's it?" he says, delight laced in his voice. a wave of relief washes over you as you're glad he didn’t ridicule your idea, but instead wanted to go through with it. "yeah, no moving.. just sit still and feel me." you say, feeling a little more at ease now.

jake's eyes flick at his laptop screen for a moment, scanning the report he hasn't yet finished, and looks back at you, his hands slipping away from yours. "yeah, let's try it. i have to finish this by 12pm.. think you can cockwarm me while i try to get it done?" he asks, saying the term you just taught him like he knew all about it.

you softly nod, watching him open his legs a little more and tug his sweatpants down, cock springing up. you slip your panties to the side that were covered by his oversized tee that you were wearing, before positioning yourself to sit in front of him. you sit, lowering yourself down more until his entire cock slides inside.

you gasp at the deliberate stretch, feeling it brush right before your cervix. "fuck, baby.." he softly groans, relishing the way your warm walls clamp around his length, before he remembers he can't move at all. he lets you take a moment to adjust before his hands move past your waist to type again, resting his head on your shoulder.

his breathing is slightly heavy, the tension in the room thick as he occasionally looks down at his lap just to see his oversized tee tied back so it wouldn’t get in the way, your plush ass pressed against his pelvis while his cock is buried deep in your pussy.

his typing becomes slower now, less focused, constantly hitting the backspace button and pausing as he begins to write nonsense, not at all relating to what his report is about.

he’s trying so hard to distract himself from the building pressure in his cock, but it’s nearly impossible. your pussy feels just too good wrapped around him, even without any movement.

"baby.. this is torture," he says, voice breathy as his focus is completely taken off his assignment, eyes darting to the back of your head as he waits for you to respond or even give in and do something. "jakey, just wanna try.. please," you softly say, turning your head back to look at him with slightly furrowed brows.

sure, his cock felt so good inside you at the moment, hitting your deepest spot and just burying itself inside you, big and warm. and yes, you were tempted and a good fuck right then and there would've been nice, but you wanted to go through with the idea.

at this very moment, you realized just how hard this was for him, just how impatient he was, just how desperate he was.

he sighs, fighting the urge to jerk his hips up, and diverts his attention back to his laptop screen.

he stares at the words he has previously written, trying to read over them, trying to see if they make sense—anything to distract him from moving. but it’s impossible.

unintentionally, his hips jolt up to readjust his position, and the minute he does, a soft moan escapes your lips and a groan leaves his.

his cock hits even deeper inside you, bumping at your cervix. "j-jake!" you scold, the temptation to move yourself now becoming harder to resist. "fuck, princess, m'sorry.. i can't." he says, voice shaky and laced with desperation.

he squirms under you, the urge of despair killing him as he just wants to fuck you, so bad. you give up, grinding your hips against his pelvis as you feel his cock brush against your sweet spot.

"nghh.. shit," you whimper, feeling his hands move to your hips to guide your movements back and forth. your walls tighten around his length with each roll, making his head throw back and mouth part.

"fuck—baby, ride me please.. i'll be good." he begs, voice laced with need as he can’t handle it anymore. the friction isn't enough.

you oblige, now beginning to bounce up and down, your hands clawing at the desk in front of him, back arching as he gets the best view possible.

he watches the way your flesh bounces against his pelvis, your slick that came from your failed cockwarming attempt stringing with each thrust. "that’s it.. use me, princess. fuck yourself on my cock."

"f-uck, jakey!" you cry out, head falling down as your arms on the table support you up. his cock twitches inside you, your pussy sucking him in so perfectly.

"mmhh, shit, gonna cum.." he softly groans, more whimpers leaving his lips as he pulls out just in time to let out his warm spurts on your ass, your bouncing slowing to a stop as your cum seeps out onto his sweatpants, creating a wet and sticky patch on the light grey fabric.

after you both take a moment to breathe and calm down from your highs, you look back to meet eyes with him as you both giggle at your horribly failed attempt at 'trying something different.' "next time, let’s see if you can stay still, yeah?" he mocks, smiling at you as you look away from him, cheeks flushing.

his assignment was long forgotten all because of you, but it was so worth it.

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♡˖⊹got a curse I cannot lift

Dangerous to Me series ⟡˙⋆chapter 4

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summary: in and out of Vessel's troubled dreamscapes pairing: Vessel x reader wc: 1.2k head's up: nothing hugely explicit except p in v, inferences to the following: dub con, virginity kinks, cunnilingus, choking, lap dancing, prostitution, gentle femdom, smothering. a/n: ever since I saw this scene in Wheel of Time, I knew I found my concept for a dream sequence. this was an emotional one for me for some reason. i hope you enjoy it, too 𓈒⟡₊⋆∘˚⊹ Situation Enjoyers™: @lifemod17 @glitterghost @adenobabe  @jeriiicho @milk--bones  @myaudiocommentary  @horsebiologist @intake-of-breath @fruitsandcheese @killed-by-thegods @goosepond69 @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @lynzeequitlollygagging @thatxxjiyong-ssi  @cloudy-soul @daddysaidbringthethunder  @evisnotok @cheomain @object-of-my-desire @dreamer-lost-in-wonderland @blvckmvgicwoman @canopies-of-gold-and-evergreen @thewayyoulay @houseofsleeptoken @jerrysghostwriter @music-lover23 @renegadebirch @blackcherrywhiskey @saythatuwill @temptation-waits @kenjipepsi1@iiischeckeredsocks

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Consider the humble, practical, and skeptical Vessel. The man who has never knocked on wood and gleefully walks under ladders. The man who once unmatched with the same girl across three different dating apps because she wouldn’t stop talking about the moon’s position at the moment and how it was the prime time for them to discuss their hopes and dreams about each other. Yes…he is the same one illuminated by the blue light of his phone at 1 AM, frantically Googling the most batshit things (pictured below).

It was hopeless. All jokes aside, he was miserable. It was like he was living a double life. That first conversation you two had seemed like a lifetime ago. He finally accepted that you had genuinely wanted to get to know him and the easiest way to get him talking was to talk music. And then you both pushed each other away. Tragic. A missed opportunity. But when he took that punch for you, tasted his own blood, he felt sworn to you. Like some brainless knight desperate to court you by fighting off bandits or some shit. And he liked it. But you couldn’t know that. Mothmansdad (which, by the way, what the fuck was he thinking with that) couldn’t even drop hints that maybe Vessel’s feelings for you were so gentle and tender that he experienced something like cuteness aggression. 

The whole fake profile was a manifestation of his cowardice. On one hand he realized you were more willing to share yourself with a stranger than with anyone in person. You could hide behind “… is typing,” choosing your words without them seeing how it killed you relive things. He knew about your ex now. He knew about your situation with the guy in the alley. His persona knew more than he did, and in a sick way, he was envious of the stranger he was online with you. When you’d come to work he fabricated his own personal hell making sure not to reference something you two talked about. Or to touch you. To ask if you had gotten some sleep after telling him about all the others before the guy in the alley. To hold you. To once again show you that submission and fealty he felt when you cleaned his split lip. It was making him act stupid. Everything had to be expressed in the sickest, weirdest way. As he settles in bed for the night, finally, he concedes that he’s fucked. He has no true outlet. Except for his dreams. 

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡

It was the lighthouse one again. Vessel is a desperate, lonely lighthouse keeper who begs your ruthless father for your hand in marriage. You’re  practically stolen away from your spoiled little life and are forced to live with this man whose gaze betrays that he wants to eat you alive. Tonight, Vessel gets to a new part of the dream. Like an unlocked area. It’s past the awkward wedding ceremony where you refuse to kiss his lips and he’s forced to place a desperate, needy kiss on your cheek. No. Now it’s the wedding night and a storm shakes the drafty keeper’s cottage where you stare out the window at the churning sea, holding a tartan shawl tight against you. You look like a babe in the woods. Vessel reaches out to touch your shoulder, causing you to shiver and gasp. He likes it. He likes that you share his name and that he has the chance to mould how you react to him from here on out. He presses against you, nibbling your ear. 

“I’ve never known a man…husband,” you say in a meek voice. Fuck. The dream is so vivid he feels his erection press hard against your plush ass, the layers of his wool trousers and your soft petticoats be damned. Your dress and shawl suddenly fall to the floor, and Vessel’s hands wrap around your soft middle to pull you to the small bed.

He’s falling backwards, hard.

He’s in a foggy field, blood in his mouth like that night in the alley behind work. His chest heavy with a mail shirt of some sort.

“Get up, boy.” 

Vessel sits up faster than humanly possible to see you there. The Lady of Shallot incarnate across from him on a rock. He crawls towards you frantically as your legs open. Warm, inviting femininity awaits him as he reaches you. But no slick folds greet his tongue, and he falls through again. 

He’s lying on your chest in a bed, crying. You’re scratching his scalp softly, comforting him, but why’s he crying? He’s blubbering on about something but his dream words don’t make sense. You whisper his name, and he moves to look down at you, bracing on his forearms.

Vessel blinks.

He’s in that foggy garden again, but this time you’re just you. His princess. The upper hand belongs to him now as he gropes your hips and whispers promises of pleasure and making you his with a rough whisper. Your pretty dress pools around your waist as his gaze flicks down to watch how he fucks you into the dewy grass. Vessel bites his lip as he feels your hand trail up his abs but jolts when he feels another, more familiar, hand slide over his pubic bone from behind. 

“Do it.”

It’s his voice, but it’s not his face he feels. It’s cold, bone-like. But that doesn’t stop him from nuzzling back against himself. 

“Do it.”

It’s your voice now, and his hand is around your throat. Vessel pulls out and away, horrified.

He’s in a velvet chair in a dark room, legs spread as you straddle him, moving your hips in little figure 8s. As you bounce rhythmically to the music that will only exist in this dream and run your hands through your hair, Vessel reaches out to touch your breasts but you stop him.

“You haven’t paid enough to deserve that.”

“Wha-“ 

He’s on his knees in the same room. The tightness of the leather harness around his chest is ignored thanks to the tender way you caress his face and coo at him. Calling him a good boy. He leans up to kiss you because, in this dream, he knows in his heart you’ll kiss him back. 

His lips meet that guy’s fist again in the alley.

His lips meet your fist in the alley.

He’s sexting you as mothmansdad. 

He’s young again. This isn’t a dream, it’s a memory. He’s having his heart crushed. He’s learning that nothing worthwhile is meant for him. But this time it’s not her saying it, it’s you. Straddling him. Why is he hard? Why the fuck is he hard as you tell him he’s not worth it as you pick up the pillow you had been sleeping on. Still warm as it covers his face.

Vessel’s talking again. About nerd shit. Always the nerd shit. The music theory professor was in…and all because a sweet plump little thing beside him piped up saying, “An 11/8 time signature? That’s not even a real fraction!” And he’s talking to you about it like he would a child. Not to patronize but to level with. He sees your smile and commits to memory all the little things he does that puts it on your face. The sun isn’t that bright. It’s not that warm. He asks about you. He dedicates the EP to you. He lo–

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡

Vessel wakes up screaming. The bedroom is spinning, and he feels like he might be sick. “OK!” He yells to no one. “O-FUCKING-KAY. I LOVE HER.”

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Aftercare

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — what they like after sex

in my opinion, after fucking your brains out she would take the best care of you. bringing you practically any snacks, drinks, or take a shower with you (maybe have continuing shower sex) ♡⸜(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )⸝

if she subbed that night, she would usually be knocked out immediately and not ask for not, but may cuddle you in her sleep.

Body part

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — their favorite body part about themselves and about you.

her favorite body part about her is definitely her tongue and fingers. she loves to specially please you with her tongue, licking and biting the sensitive spots on your neck and giving u a new rack of hickeys all over your perky, sensitive chest. she loves to watch you suck on her fingers and overstimulate you.

her favorite body part about you is definitely your tits or thighs. she loves sitting between them, or marking them as her own territory. she loves looking at your tits and can look at them for hours straight. she loves grabbing them while your on top and watching you bounce around on her strap, or looking at them in a tube top or a tank top u decided to wear, which showed off some of the healed hickeys she gave you. (you miserably failed at hiding them with your hair)

Cum

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — anything about cum

she loves watching you coat her fingers white with your sweet juices while she’s fingering you, overstimulating you too the brim. if you’re not frying and yearning for her touch by the end of your session, she didn’t do her job correctly.

she likes to see you make a mess all over her strap, she has countless videos of your cumming all over her in her camera roll.

Dirty secret

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — a dirty secret of theirs

she wants to have high sex with you, but she knows it’ll never happen.

has a photo album in her hidden photos of just your nudes

Experience

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how my much experience do they have?

she’s not as experienced, but she knows how to please you and only you.

Favorite Position

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — (it’s not favourite you dorks)

she definitely prefers reverse cowgirl and doggystyle. but while your topping her, she finds it more comfortable to ride you. while your in doggystyle position, she loves to grab onto your lose tits as you take her strap relentlessly.

Goofy

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — are they more serious during intimacy?

ok so i don’t she’s as serious as you guys think she is, sure she is like LOCKED IN but she might crack a corny joke at the wrong time while you’re having sex, that’s just who she is.

Intimacy

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how intimate are they during sex?

she’s not the biggest on intimacy, but she doesn’t completely neglect it. sometimes if you’re both tired but still horny she’ll take things more slow and talk you through it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while her strap is pounding into you slowly but deeply.

Jack off

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how frequent do they masturbate/jack off?

she doesn’t masturbate much, but if she does it’s because you’re away from her.

she never watches porn. why would she when she has videos and photos of you in her phone?

Kink

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — one or more of their kinks

i don’t know if there’s a specific kink name for this, but she would enjoy smoking while your having sex, and lighting them out all over your body, leave cigarette marks all over your thighs and back, likes she’s painting a canvas.

would love the idea of breeding you but (you know) (should i made g!p next?)

loves to overstimulate you during sex. her favorite way to clear you is swirling her tongue around your sensitive clit as she had 3 to 4 fingers in your hole, pounding into you relentlessly.

Location

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — where they like or dislike to have sex

she would pretty much do it anywhere with your approval.

but she feels more comfortable in your house.

she prefers to bend you over onto the counter and fuck you in your kitchen, or catch you off guard while your in the living room.

Motivation

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — what turns them on

she definitely gets turned on by your body, and just you in general.

she likes it when you tease her, but she also finds it slightly annoying while the both of you are in a public area.

she loves seeing you vulnerable with her, and she is grateful to have your trust.

No

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — what they would not do at all, no negotiations

sorry, but definitely role play. she wouldn’t take it serious and she thinks it’s just stupid and a time waster.

even though she likes to see your pretty tears fall while she’s fucking you, she would never inflict pain onto you, even if you asked, she just isn’t that type of person.

Oral

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — preferences in giving, receiving, and skill

she is definitely more on the giving side, but she wouldn’t mind receiving.

she loves when you sit on her face. she gets to play with your ass while she eats you out (win win situation for her)

she has some of the best skills, like… i don’t think she is bad at it at all. but when you guys first had intercourse, it wasn’t as good as it was now.

Pace

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — fast? rough? slow? sensual?

she can be any of these at any time.

she she’s subbing, she prefers you to be more sensual that she is with you. she loves when you whisper in her ear and feel on her body as you fuck her, it really gets her going.

she prefers to go rough, but slow/sensual with you. like DEEP ass thrust. (with her strap… heh.)

Quickie

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — what they think of quickies

she loves a good quickie once in while, especially if it’s you and her in a slightly cramped bathroom as she’s fingering your itch all her might, her other hand gripping your clothed toy as you put a hand over your mouth. she loves to feel your body pulsate over her fingers.

but, she does prefer to do the whole thing when you get home, she feels more comfortable and she feels like her best performances are there.

Risk

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — do they take risk during sex? do they like to explore?

she doesn’t usually explore unless you bring anything up.

she has a hate love relationship with risk. ever since the two of you got caught that one time fucking in nam-guys bathroom, she’s always been down but a bit more cautious.

Stamina

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how many rounds can they go?

she can go about 5 rounds max before she is out cold.

surprisingly, she has a lot more stamina than you thought she would.

her thrust and licks may get a bit lazier and weaker on the 5th round, but she is more sensual and more attractive during her tired, vulnerable moment.

Toys

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — do they own toys? do they use them? etc.

strap, dildo, vibrator

(sometimes she uses the dildo on herself—) WHO SAID THAT

she definitely likes to overstimulate with toys as well, not just her tongue.

she also enjoys to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo sometimes when she’s out of it but still horny.

Unfair

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how much they tease during sex

she is a TOTAL tease.

she also constantly edges you or makes you beg for your release.

she also gets extremely cocky during sex, just thought i should add that

Volume

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how loud are they during sex?

while she’s domming, she’s not really the loudest when she isn’t scissoring you. she may let out a few grunts once in awhile

when the two of you are scissoring, she moans a lot louder and more than you expected her too, she gets REALLY in the moment.

Wild card

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — a random headcannon of the character

let’s you squirt into her mouth without any compliants

X-ray

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — what’s going on under them panties?

idfk how to answer this.. she has a black 7inch strap.

Yearning

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how high is their sex drive

her sex drive isn’t the highest, but it’s not the lowest, she’s somewhere in the middle, but she’s never turned down an opportunity to have sex with you.

Zzz

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how quickly they fall asleep after sex

she usually isn’t fast asleep, she may turn on the tv for white noise for the both of you to fall asleep too or grab you some water, than falls sleep next to you.

but if she’s REALLY tired, she is almost out immediately.

[exqorcism]

LITTLE BLACK DRESS ━ doctor charlie mayhew ࣪ 𓈒 ⠀ྀི ㅤׂㅤ 𓉸 𓈒

a/n. i hope this isn't too rushed and that y'all like it! ♡ requests are open ⎯ working on them slowly but surely

˖ ★̶̲ 𓈒 warnings. SMUT! minors dni | lots of dirty talk ‧ daddy kink ‧ thigh riding ‧ oral (m!receiving) ‧ face fucking ‧ slight fingering ‧ use of pet names (slut, bitch, whore, etc) ‧ unprotected piv ‧ creampie ‧ orgasm denial ‧ slapping ‧ choking (with a tie...) wc. 3644 ♡

That day, had woken up earlier than usual. Rays of sunshine reached your face, causing you to groan into the pillow. Behind you, Charlie was still sleeping, his soft breath tickling your cheek, his hard chest pressing against your back tightly.

You smiled, letting your eyes fall closed for a few more minutes ⎯ you didn't want to wake Charlie up, as you knew every minute of sleep was incredibly important to him. You pressed your cheek against his arm resting under you, sighing at the smell of him that lingered in the air.

When you tried to change your position slightly, Charlie groaned ⎯ you immediately understood why, as his hard-on pressed into your lower back.

"Mhm...", you heard him hum, the sound vibrating against your ear, sending sparks of electricity down your spine. "Good morning, doll".

His raspy, morning voice had you pressing your thighs together, arching your back into his chest; a familiar tension was already building in your stomach. "G-Good morning, handsome". Your voice came out strangled, and Charlie chuckled lowly, pressing his nose into your cheek. Your neck stretched involuntarily as he pressed a soft, teasing kiss on your pulse point.

"Someone's needy", he sang, and a second later you were already straddling him, pinning his hands above his head. Charlie's smile widened as he looked up at you, adoration filling his features as he took you in. His clothed cock pressed against your core, and you circled your hips playfully, teasingly.

"Maybe", you giggled, leaning down to press a wet kiss on his lips, intertwining your fingers together. "Can't help it. Your voice really fucking turns me on".

Charlie groaned as you swayed your hips yet again, and his head fell back against the pillow.

"Baby, as much as I'd love you to ride me right now, I have to go to work", he muttered ⎯ and he wasn't happy about it, at all. You rolled your eyes, not paying mind to his words as you sucked on the skin of his jaw, rocking your hips on top of him yet again.

"I need you so bad...", you whined, biting his earlobe softly ⎯ and by the way his head fell back and mouth opened in a soft moan, you knew he wanted it just as bad.

You gasped in surprise when he pushed you off him, playfully, yet his eyes remained serious. "I really need to go, okay? I'll make it up to you later", Charlie kissed your forehead before getting up hurriedly.

You huffed, falling back against the pillows as you heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

A few hours after Charlie left, and you were dying of boredom. You were sprawled out in your shared bed, scrolling on your phone mindlessly, exchanging texts with your friends every now and then. You had been inpatient, the buzzing need between your legs getting unbearable ⎯ you didn't even try to masturbate, since Charlie didn't let you. He always said that he's the only one that can make you feel good, and deep down you knew it was true. Suddenly, an idea popped up in your head, a mischievous smile appearing on your face as you got up from the bed.

You took a quick shower, putting vanilla body butter on ⎯ you knew it was Charlie's favourite. Instead of putting on some comfortable clothes, you grabbed the shortest, most sluttiest skirt you had in your closet, which you knew drove Charlie crazy ⎯ it barely covered your ass, which gave him easy access. You bit your lip after opening Charlie's side of the closet, grabbing a simple, black tie that would match the skirt perfectly.

You decided not to put any shirt on as you finally laid down on the bed, grabbing your phone and taking some pictures. You arched your back, covering your boobs with your arm ⎯ making sure the tie, skirt and just a little bit of your ass were all visible in the photo. With a satisfied smile, you sent the picture to your boyfriend.

you: y/n sent a photo.

you: miss u so bad daddy <33

Charlie was busy taking a patient in his office ⎯ his voice monotone, gaze emotionless as he sat in his chair.

"So, what do you think, doctor?", the older man asked him, and Charlie opened his mouth to reply, but was stopped by the buzzing sound of his phone. He felt worry blooming in his chest ⎯ you didn't text him when he was at work that often, simply because you knew he was busy most of the time. "I'm sorry, just a second", he apologised quickly, waiting for no response from the patient as he unlocked his phone.

Charlie felt heat rising to his cheeks; he gazed at the phone screen with wide eyes, lost between anger and the blood rising to his cock in an instant.

He couldn't believe you were reckless enough to send him that while he was at work ⎯ you knew exactly which buttons to push to make him lose control.

You were sprawled out in your bed, wearing a pathetic excuse for a skirt; his gaze lingered on your ass, and he took a note of the black, lacy panties you wore. He could see just a glimpse of your face ⎯ your full, pink lips curled upward in an innocent smile. His black tie was wrapped around your neck messily, resting on your cleavage. Your boobs were covered only by your arm, and God, you knew exactly what you were doing.

Charlie's mouth watered, pants becoming embarrassingly tight in a second, as he imagined fucking your boobs until he came all over your face.

"I'm sorry", he cleared his throat, blocking his phone immediately as he saw his patient growing impatient.

All he could think about was what he was going to do with you when he finally gets home.

After it got dark outside, you decided to start making dinner for you and your boyfriend. You knew he usually worked overtime, but you had a feeling that today, he'd be home earlier than usual. After taking the picture, you took his tie off and put on a cut-low top ⎯ the one you knew he liked.

You put your favourite playlist on, humming the lyrics under your breath, focusing on mixing the ingredients. You swayed your hips, dancing around the kitchen mindlessly, until you heard the front door slamming shut.

Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn't turn around, bending over the counter just enough for Charlie to be able to see your ass when he walks in.

You pretended to be really focused on typing something on your phone, before you felt his presence behind you.

"Hi, baby", you smiled while turning around, fluttering your lashes innocently, reaching out to grab the collar of his shirt. "I'm making...".

"Shut the fuck up", Charlie hissed, grabbing your chin roughly, making you pout your lips. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?".

You didn't even flinch ⎯ not when the smell of his cologne filled your nostrils, not when his white shirt clung to his chest in a way that had your mouth watering, not when his jaw clenched with anger. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and he let go of your face, only to put his hands on both sides of you, trapping you between him and the counter.

Normally, you'd melt under his hard, demanding gaze, but this time you decided to keep your act up for a little longer.

"Baby, I've just been making dinner", you muttered innocently, playing with the collar of his slightly unbuttoned shirt. Charlie towered over you, his chest heaving against yours ⎯ and you could already feel his hard cock press against your thigh.

Your eyes widened in surprise when Charlie's hand landed on your cheek, slapping you ⎯ not as hard as you knew he could, but enough to let you feel the tangling sensation between your thighs and on your face.

"I told you to shut the fuck up", he spat angrily; you couldn't help but moan as your nails dig into his sculpted chest, the sting on the side of your face turning you on more than it should ⎯ but that's just how things were with Charlie.

"You fucking like it, huh?", he chuckled darkly, slapping you again, and almost as a confirmation of his words, another shameless cry left your mouth. "You like it when I treat you like a slut you are? You fucking like seeing me lose control?".

You were almost deaf to what he was saying, running your hands over his arms, your mouth watering at the way his muscles clenched under your fingertips.

"Jus' needed you so fucking bad, daddy", you whimpered, and Charlie hooked your leg around his waist, pressing his hips flush with yours. He loved how your confidence faded immediately, how you were becoming submissive just from a simple touch.

"Charlie, please", you begged, looking up at him with wide eyes. Charlie leaned down, enough to brush his lips against yours teasingly. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily, ready for a bruising kiss ⎯ but it never came.

Instead, his giant hand wrapped around your neck, cutting your airflow off. Your eyes snapped open, and your hips rocked against his in search of friction, strangled moan leaving your throat.

"You're such a fucking whore", Charlie chuckled darkly, brushing his lips against yours, clearly enjoying how your body reacted to his touch. "You just couldn't fucking wait, could you?", he asked rhetorically, knowing you couldn't answer due to his hand still wrapped tightly around your neck.

Charlie's hand left your throat, cruel smile playing on his lips. You took a second to catch your breath ⎯ and he lifted you off the floor, walking both of you to your bedroom with ease. His fingers dig into your thighs purposely, and his eyes were a few shades darker than usual ⎯ it made you bit your lip, nothing but excitement filling your body.

When you got there, Charlie fell back on the bed, taking you with him ⎯ you straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him hurriedly. His hands were on your ass, hiking your little skirt up, squeezing your soft skin between his fingers. "This slutty little skirt... You have no idea what it does to me", he groaned in between kisses, and you moaned, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth greedily. You grounded your hips, grinding against his hard, covered cock ⎯ he hissed, tugging on your hair roughly, forcing you to arch your back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry⎯ Just need you s'bad", you cried, fighting with the buttons of his shirt, nipping at the skin of his jaw lightly.

"I don't think sorry is enough. Show me how 'sorry' you truly are", he demanded, spanking your left ass cheek roughly. You squealed, understanding what he wanted immediately ⎯ after pushing the shirt off his shoulders, you leaned in to press wet, open-mouthed kisses all over his chest, pushing him to rest against the pillows comfortably.

"Take this off", Charlie pointed towards your top, and you obeyed, playful smirk playing on your lips as your chest was now exposed to the cold air and Charlie's hard gaze. He bit his lip, eyeing you up and down as if he couldn't get enough.

You shifted on his lap, straddling his thighs now to undo his belt. You took his pants and boxers off in one, swift movement ⎯ your eyes widened at the size of him; no matter how many times you had sex with Charlie, getting used to his size was nearly impossible.

"You're so fucking hot, daddy", you groaned, your mouth already watering, throwing his clothes on the floor mindlessly. Charlie moved to rest his head against the headboard as you slipped in between his strong thighs, caressing his skin softly. "A fucking work of art".

An idea popped in Charlie's head; with a mischievous smile he positioned you so that you could straddle his thigh ⎯ a breathless moan left your mouth when he flexed his muscles purposely, granting friction to your clothed pussy.

You leaned down to press your lips against his collarbone, sucking his soft skin in between your mouth, slightly lightheaded at the smell of his strong cologne. "Taste and smell so fucking good, daddy", unable to stop yourself, you grinded your hips back and forth experimentally, your wetness practically soaking through your panties.

"Fuck, yes, ride my fucking thigh. Make yourself feel good", he groaned, undoing his tie swiftly, much to your surprise. You wrapped your hands around his cock, unable to resist, beginning to stroke him slowly.

He let you think you had all the control for a moment ⎯ before wrapping his tie around your neck tightly, cutting your airflow yet again.

You gasped, grounding yourself against his thigh harder ⎯ Charlie was kind enough to flex his muscles under you, granting you even more friction.

"Fucking whore", he spat, tugging at the tie to press you flush against his chest ⎯ his head fell back against the headboard when you swiped your thumb against his tip, soft groan leaving his mouth. "You like it when I choke you with my tie? You like riding my thigh like a pathetic little bitch?".

He knew you wouldn't reply, due to his tie still around your neck ⎯ instead you panted wildly, nodding your head as much as you could, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. Charlie run a hand through his hair, messing it up in the process, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

He loosened the tie just slightly ⎯ letting you breathe as your hips rutted against his thigh, breathing against his collarbone loudly, feeling as if you were going to faint.

"Are you really about to cum in your panties just from humping my thigh? Are you really that desperate?", he laughed, grabbing your hips tightly, forcing you to stop your movements ⎯ much to your dismay.

"Fuck, daddy, please, I need⎯", your voice died in your throat when you felt a harsh slap on the back of your thigh.

"Shut the fuck up. You think you're the one in control? You're gonna cum when I tell you can", he groaned, pushing you off body, and his eyes told you everything you needed to know ⎯ you positioned himself in between his legs, beginning to stroke his dick yet again.

Charlie needed more, though ⎯ he tugged on your hair roughly, forcing his cock into your mouth in one, swift movement. Both of your hands flew to his thighs for balance as you felt him hit the back of your throat.

"Yeah, just like that", Charlie cooed when you met his gaze, your eyes watery as you tried your best to breathe through your nose. "'S all you're good for, right? Taking my dick in your pretty little mouth?", you tried to nod, but it was nearly impossible when his hand was on your head, guiding your movements harshly. You swirled your tongue around his tip, humming at the taste of his pre-cum in your mouth . He let you take the lead and you bobbed your head, swallowing around him every now and then. Charlie was so thick and long, but he had trained you well ⎯ you were able to take almost all of him into your mouth, his low groans encouraging you to keep going. "Fuck, yes", Charlie met your eyes, his hips beginning to piston upward, setting the rhythm.

He watched the way spit and his pre-cum spilled from your mouth, how tears run down your cheeks and most importantly ⎯ how lust clouded your eyes, and how you moaned around his cock every time he filled your mouth fully. Your tongue pressed against the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock, and Charlie's face twisted in pleasure, his movements becoming sloppy as he fucked your mouth with no hesitation.

He tugged on your hair again, forcing you off his twitching cock in one, swift movement. A string of saliva connected your mouth to his soaked cock as he got on his knees, pressing on your back to create a perfect arch. You kept your mouth occupied, sucking his balls sloppily, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. Charlie stroked himself slowly, shameless groans leaving his mouth; his other hand reached to pull your soaked panties to the side. You whined, pulling away to catch your breath, pressing your face against his thigh when his fingers twirled around your clit.

"So fucking wet", Charlie grinned when he caught your gaze, tongue swiping against his lips at the sight. Your makeup was ruined and you looked completely cock drunk ⎯ and he barely even started.

He thrusted into his hand roughly, and you couldn't stop yourself from taking his tip into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks purposely.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you felt two of Charlie's fingers enter you slowly, teasingly, savouring the way you clenched around them. "Oh my God, please", you cried, unable to keep up your movements; instead you sticked your tongue out, letting Charlie hit his tip against it harshly. "Good girl, just like that, let me see your tongue. I'm gonna cum", he warned, jerking himself off swiftly; his fingers left your heat instantly as he tugged on your hair instead.

"Yes, please", is all you could let out, looking up at him with pleading eyes, and that seemed to be his last straw.

With a strangled grunt, he came all over your tongue, his head falling back in ecstasy. The warmness of his cum and the sting on your scalp made you moan, small smile playing on your lips when he stroked himself slowly, riding out his orgasm.

"Swallow". He didn't even have to say it, he knew you'd do it anyway ⎯ and so you did, humming at the taste, swirling your tongue against his tip to make sure you got to taste every drop of his release.

"Please, fuck me, Charlie, I need you so bad", you cried ⎯ all he did was smile playfully, pushing you down onto the bed swiftly.

His lips were on yours the second he slipped in between your legs, stroking your chest with his big hands, squeezing your breasts harshly. Charlie rolled his tongue against yours, and you digged your nails into his biceps, feeling a wave of warmth run down your spine at the feeling of his muscles clenching under your fingertips.

Charlie's cock swiped against your clit, once, twice, thrice ⎯ the two of you moaned in unison, your lips barely touching now as you breathed into each other's mouth heavily. "Whose pussy is this?", he asked, pushing his tip inside you teasingly ⎯ the stretch making you cry out in both pain and pleasure. Charlie's eyes snapped open, and so did yours, when he buried himself in you with one, swift movement. He gave you no time to adjust ⎯ instead, he set a rough, demanding pace, hitting your cervix every time he bottomed out.

"Yo-Yours, daddy, oh-oh my God", you whined when he pinned your legs against the mattress, giving you no room to protest when he thrusted into you over and over again. "That's right, you love feeling daddy's cock so deep inside you? You fucking love it when I ruin you? You can barely fucking take it", he hissed, releasing one of your legs only to slap your left breast roughly.

You wrapped your leg around his waist, the slight change of angle making you see stars ⎯ he was restless, his cross necklace swinging right above your face. The sight made you clench around him over and over again, and your eyes fell closed when the pleasure became too much.

And Charlie certainly didn't like that. For the third time that night, he slapped your cheek, more aggressively this time ⎯ at which your eyes fell open, meeting his', dark and dangerous right above you. "Keep those pretty eyes on me if you want to cum", A filthy, open-mouthed smirk appeared on his face when he watched you struggle to follow his order. He fondled your breasts, squeezing your soft flesh between his fingers almost lovingly ⎯ a sharp contrast to his rough and deep thrusts.

Your hips rose off the mattress as you grinded against him, feeling his pelvis press against your clit with every harsh withdraw of his hips. "Daddy, I'm⎯ Fuck! Please, let me cum, I need it so bad", you begged, not sure if you'd be able to hold it even if he told you to ⎯ but, luckily, Charlie was feeling generous for once.

"Soak daddy's cock, baby. Let me feel you", he cooed, and you let go immediately, the sound of his raspy and low voice combined with a particularly hard snap of his hips had you squirting around him in an instant. Charlie groaned, pressing his lips against your harshly, squeezing your leg and breast painfully hard. He wasn't able to control himself, not when he felt you gushing around him ⎯ he pressed his hips tightly against yours, ropes of his cum filling your womb as you moaned in each others mouths.

Charlie fell against you, nearly crushing you with his weight ⎯ yet you found comfort in the warmness of his body against yours, the occasional twitch of his cock inside you making you breathe heavily against his neck.

"Well, it looks like I need to send you pictures in this skirt more often", you joked after a few minutes, and Charlie lifted his head off your chest instantly.

"Don't you dare".

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Helloo!

Could I ask for a nsfw gym!killua? A way I could imagine it would be that they’re both already dating but there’s this one time that reader specifically asks Killua to teach her on her form and how to train properly but then it slowly turns intimate.

Thank youuu <3🙈💗

LIFTED BY DESIRE

𖥔 ݁ 𓈒 synopsis: You find the sexual relations between you and Killua boring, so to remedy this, you decide to spice up your sex life by making love in a public place.

𖥔 ݁ 𓈒 content/warnings: smut, unprotected sex, blowjobs, overstimulation, public sex, creampie, rough sex, praise

Killua is 20 here!!! This is a nsfw one shot w y/n & 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐏!𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀!

also the person who asked for this request didn't specify if they wanted a one shot or a headcanon, but i logically concluded that it was a request for a one shot. in any case, i really hope you like it ♡ and please, i don't want any arguments in the comments. Just move on if you don't like this! (*´▽`*) (please)

You've been dating Killua for a year now. Over the past year, you’ve been intimate enough times that it has started to feel boring due to the routine. It's not as exciting as it was during your first time together.

Yes, the first time is unique and special, and comparing that initial experience to those that followed is foolish.

But you still remember the sensation of that first time: his hands moving over your body as if staying still wasn't an option, his mouth passionately kissing every possible spot, those sweet and dirty words at the same time, the knot in your stomach slowly unraveling with each powerful thrust, those moans sounding like the most wonderful melody, the praises, your own cries of pleasure, and the feeling of becoming one with the man of your life, the man you have always loved.

Oh my God, you would do anything to relive those sensations. You definitely need to spice up your sex life.

You’ve been thinking for a few days now about things that could help you break out of this routine, something new and exciting.

“Hey, Killua!”

A high-pitched male voice broke the silence and interrupted your thoughts.

“Yes, Gon?”

“Pamu is forcing me to go on a date with her tonight, so you’ll have to go to the gym by yourself this time.”

“Alright, I see. It’s not a problem, but be careful with that crazy girl-”

“No, you won’t go alone! I want to come with you!”

The two young adults looked at you in astonishment. Given all the times they both tried to drag you to their probably very boring gym sessions, you can understand their surprise at your sudden motivation. However, it seemed to delight Killua, who was the one most insistent on having you accompany him. Even though, after you declined their offers so many times, he had stopped asking.

But today, you have the best motivation: having sex in public. That’s the perfect way to spice up your sex life!

“Great! We’ll go in three hours, late enough that the fewest people possible will see you embarrass yourself trying to lift weights that are too heavy for you…”

You arrive in front of the gym. On the way, he asked you many questions about your sudden motivation. But of course, you made sure not to reveal anything.

Once inside the gym, he takes your hand, and you run to a completely empty room. There’s nothing but a few workout machines and some dim lighting that creates a subdued atmosphere.

He starts explaining your workout plan, even teasingly saying, “I’m going to do everything to exhaust you”… My God, he has no idea how much.

“Alright, tell me why you wanted to accompany me today? I’m curious.”

“Nothing, I just want to get in shape. Also, I’d like to learn how to fight. Can you help me?”

“Of course. I’ll focus on you today. Now, stay right where you are.”

He comes up behind you and positions your body a certain way for an exercise (who cares about the name). You are now bent over with your knees slightly bent. Feeling Killua’s hands on you, even in a (for now) non-sexual context, gets you so excited and wet that you start blushing and smiling foolishly while rubbing your legs together a bit for relief. Suddenly, you feel a pair of eyes on you and look in Killua’s direction, seeing him as red as a tomato. He averts his gaze and places one hand on your back and the other almost on your butt to make you bend over more. “Damn, I’m almost certain he figured it out.”

It’s tough being with someone so smart.

He moves his hands a bit, and finally places them on your waist, turning you towards him and softly kissing your cheek. This gesture triggers something in you, and you don’t hesitate to take matters into your own hands by pushing him against the wall and starting to kiss him more sensually. After all, he has definitely understood your intentions, right? So you might as well go for it as you desire.

Killua was initially surprised, but you had already started, so why would he stop you?

“No. I’m on top,” he said.

He pressed your shoulders down to make you sit and quickly removed his pants with a sly grin, revealing his cock. Blinded by excitement, you didn’t take long before taking his enormous cock into your mouth, sucking it slowly while looking up at him almost innocently into his beautiful blue eyes. Your mouth couldn’t physically accommodate his entire length, so you had to use your hands to cover the parts your mouth couldn’t reach. He grabbed your head and pushed it down to fit more of his cock into your tight little throat. “Fuck… yeah, just like that, take it all.”

He thrust his cock harder and deeper until you started to gag, tears welling up in your eyes. Damn, it was so exhilarating, and the fact that someone could catch you at any moment made you even wetter. You sucked him for a few more minutes before his penis trembled and something semi-liquid exploded inside your mouth.

He lays you down, spreads your thighs, and teases you with his cock, rubbing it everywhere—your clit, your vagina, your thighs…

Then, he slowly enters you, feeling your vagina tighten and pulse around his cock. “You’re so tight.”

He starts moving slowly, sending shivers down your spine, trying to keep his cool and not fuck you as hard as he wants to. Considering his size, even though your vagina is used to it, he doesn’t want to go too fast and risk hurting you. He wants you to take your time to adjust.

Little by little, as the sound of his balls slapping gets louder, he picks up the pace until your moans and pleas fill the room. His cock pumps harder and harder inside you, and the sensation of your vagina sucking his cock is the best feeling you’ve ever known.

You can’t breathe, talk, or do anything but scream his name, barely able to think straight. You look down, and the sight of his cock makes you even wetter than you thought possible. You almost cry out from the sheer pleasure of his enormous cock.

“Oh my God, you’re so tight…” “Good girl. Take it all… argh.”

Suddenly, you feel his finger alternating between rubbing and making small circles on your clit, gently at first, but with each thrust, Killua focuses more intensely on it. “Arghh, I’m going to cum, fuck me harder, my love, fuck me harder!!!” Your legs begin to tremble as you feel him moving even faster inside you, indicating he’s close too.

It’s been a long twenty minutes of him pounding into you, keeping you helpless beneath him. You feel his cock hitting the depths of your vagina, almost seeing a bulge in your lower abdomen. You feel your walls convulsing, your orgasm building up—it’s too much for you. “Oh fuck, y/n, it feels so good… I’m going to cum—” You feel one final, harder thrust, his cock twitching inside you, and you start to feel his white-hot cum filling you up.

“What? Is that why you wanted to go to the gym? To have sex in a public place?”

“Wait, you didn’t understand? You saw me blushing and smiling, and then you fucked me…”

“You started it, I just followed your lead…”

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