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rafayelxsylusho · 1 month ago

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This is to Celebrate 1500 followers!!!

You Squ💦in his mouth, he cu💦 in his pants!!

Includes playing with toys 😉

Enjoy!!!

Rafayel/Xavier/Caleb/Zayne/Sylus

TW: Smut

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"Please, I can't... I need you," Rafayel gasps, his voice strained with desperation. His hand shoots out, grasping for his aching cock, but you bat it away. He looks at you, his expression a mix of frustration and pleading. "Don't tease me like this... I'm not thinking straight. Let me touch you, let me fuck you, anything..."

"Don't touch Raf"

You lean back on the bed, heart pounding as you slowly spread your thighs apart. Rafayel's eyes, already dark with lust, turn almost black as he takes in the sight of your exposed sex. He falls to his knees before you, face level with your dripping core.

"Please"

His eyes widen, fixating on your glistening folds as you spread yourself open with two fingers. The sight makes his painfully hard cock throb and leak pre cum.

"You wanted me to use my toy didn't you?"

Rafayel's eyes follow your hand as you trail the buzzing toy along your folds, he licks his lips, practically drooling and he has to swallow hard before he can speak.

"I did... I do. Fuck, just look at you, so wet and ready. You're not making this easy."

His gaze remains locked on your core, watching as the toy parts your slick lips, teasing your entrance.

"But looking at your pretty cunt, swollen and so fucking wet... I don't know if I can wait any longer."

He looks up at you with pleading eyes, desperate for permission to bury his face between your thighs and lose himself in your taste.

"Please, let me taste you... I need it. I need to feel your cum on my tongue. Then maybe I can focus enough to watch you fuck yourself with your toy until you scream."

He watches you place the toy against your clit making your body jerk and your back arch. His eyes taking in the way your breast swells in your own hand and your walls clench around nothing.

A strangled groan escapes his throat as he suddenly grips your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"Oh fuck, look at you... so desperate for stimulation. You need something to fill that tight little cunt, don't you cutie?"

Rafayel doesn't hesitate for a second when you place the toy coated with your juices against his lips. He parts them eagerly, taking the small vibrator into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it, lapping up your essence greedily as if it were the finest nectar.

He suckles on the toy, imagining it's your throbbing clit, moaning around it. His eyes flutter shut in bliss as he savors your taste.

His hands slide up your thighs, gripping your ass as he pulls you closer. Plunging the toy deep into your clenching pussy he buries his face between your legs and tries to suck down every last drop of your arousal.

Your fingers grip his hair, pulling him tighter against you. He eagerly complies, dragging the flat of his tongue along your slit before swirling just the tip around your swollen clit. The combination of the vibrator and his tongue flicking over your sensitive nub quickly pushes you towards the edge.

Rafayel eagerly pushes your thighs up and open, giving him complete access to your dripping pussy.

"Raf...Oh...my god."

As your moans fill the air, Rafayel feels his control slipping away. His painfully hard cock throbs and pulses, leaking even more pre cum. Seeing your flushed skin, from your ears down to your heaving chest, makes Rafayel grin against your sensitive flesh. He can feel your body tensing, your walls starting to flutter and clench around the vibrator.

He suckles your clit mercilessly and plunges the toy as deep as it can go. Your walls clamp down hard around the vibrator, body going rigid. With a scream of his name your orgasm crashes over you, your arousal gushes out of you, flooding Rafayel's mouth, drenching his face as you squirt uncontrollably.

Rafayel moans loudly as he feels you gushing over his lips and chin, the taste and sensation pushing him over the edge. Caught off guard, his own orgasm slams into him like a truck. His painfully hard cock pulses and throbs, his eyes roll back in bliss as spurt after spurt of his seed paints the floor, his body shuddering from the force of his orgasm.

He slows his movements and gently takes the toy out of your still clenching pussy, bringing it to his mouth to suck the last of your arousal from it before tossing it aside.

"Raf, that was one of the best orgasms I've ever had?"

"Yeah, mine too"

"What...?"

He blushes deeply as he looks up at you, rubbing the back of his neck. "I said what I said. I came like a horny teenager, on the spot, just from eating you out"

It takes him a minute to figure out what he is actually seeing. You are straddling a large dildo, your bare ass rocking every time you slide up and down. The sounds of the toy plunging into you fill the room, making Xavier's cock throb.

A surge of jealousy, hot and fierce, courses through him as he watches you pleasure yourself on that fucking piece of silicone. It's ridiculous, really. He was the one that ordered you to ride it and now he hates seeing you like this.

"You wanted to watch me use the toy on myself," you pointed out "Well, here I am. I'm doing exactly what you asked me to do."

Xavier's jaw clenched as he watched you continue to move on the dildo, your breathy moans growing louder with each passing second.

"Holy fuck" he whispers

"Xav" you say, eyes growing wider "I'm gonna cum"

"No... you're not" he grabs you by the hips, pulling you off of the dildo and onto the bed with him. "Not on that thing. You have me right here"

"You know, that thing can make me cum in less than a minute"

" I'll do it in 59 seconds, bunny"

Xavier's hands gripped your thighs tightly, pulling your legs apart as he settled himself between them. "Let me eat my star," he muttered, his hot breath already tickling you cunt.

He leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to lick a long, slow stripe along your slit. He groaned at the taste, his cock throbbing and twitching.

Xavier flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit, feeling it swell and throb under his touch. Without warning, he sucked the little nub into his mouth, his lips sealing around it as he began to nurse on it greedily. He could feel your body tense and shudder beneath him, your fingers tangling in his short hair as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

"Oh god, Xavier!" you gasped. Your vision went white as he continued his relentless assault on your most sensitive spot, his tongue flicking and swirling around it with expert precision.

Xavier's hands slid up your thighs, gripping your ass tightly as he pulled your hips closer to his face. He wanted to devour you, to consume every last drop of your pleasure until you were nothing but a writhing, screaming mess beneath him. He wanted to erase any thoughts of the toy, of anything that wasn't him and the way he made you feel.

Your body bucked wildly against Xavier's face, his own hips jerked against the mattress, cock throbbing and leaking pre cum.

Then, without warning, you felt his long, thick fingers plunging inside your cunt.

Deep.Curling.Perfect.

He groaned against your flesh, the vibrations searing through your core and pushing you over the precipice.

"Oh god, yes!" you cried out, your fingers gripping his hair so tightly that you were sure you were hurting him.

Even as your body convulsed and shook, your pussy clenching like a vice around his fingers, he kept stroking that sensitive spot deep inside you.

Slick gushed out around his fingers, coating his lips and even dripping down the sheets below. The taste and feel of your release pushed him over the edge.

With a deep, guttural groan that originated from the very depths of his chest, Xavier's body shuddered and jerked. His hips bucked once, twice, and then he was coming undone, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it leaked thick ropes of cum into his pants.

"Fuck," he gasped, his voice strained with disbelief and awe at the power of the moment. "You make me lose control. I've never...I didn't know I could... come just from..."

You looked at Xavier with a playful smirk, your chest still heaving "That was more than a minute, Xav."

"But I made you squirt," he countered "That's an extra point for me, don't you think? So technically, I win."

"Oh fuck, Caleb!" you moan, back arching off the bed as he brings the vibrator back to your clit. Electric pleasure jolts through you at the touch, your hips bucking instinctively into the toy.

He watches your reaction and leans in to spit directly on your pussy. The sensation of his warm saliva mingling with your arousal makes you gasp, walls clenching around nothing.

Before you can catch your breath, two of Caleb's long fingers plunge deep into you. You let out a broken moan, inner muscles gripping his fingers as he starts to pump them in and out, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside you.

Caleb!" you keen, hands fisting in the sheets beneath you as the stimulation of the vibrator on your clit and his fingers fucking your pussy becomes too much.

"You like this, don't you Pip?" You like it when I play with your clit like this? With one of your toys?

"Yes,Yes Caleb" you moan wantonly, your head thrashing from side to side on the pillow.

You start to move on your own, desperation overtaking you as you fuck yourself shamelessly on his hand. Your hips rise and fall, forcing his fingers deeper into your soaked cunt.

Caleb's own hips press downwards against the mattress, trying to alleviate the throbbing ache in his painfully hard cock. He's so fucking turned on by how eagerly you're taking his fingers.

As if sensing your desperation, he clicks the button on the vibrator, raising the setting to maximum power. The toy buzzes to life with renewed intensity, its pressure grinding against your swollen clit as you move faster against his hand.

"God, Caleb... I'm gonna cum, like everywhere!"

"Now?"

"Yes!" you cry out, the vibrator on your sensitive nub making your hips jerk erratically against his hand. Just as the pleasure becomes too intense, Caleb abruptly removes the toy, leaving you sobbing at the sudden loss of stimulation.

But before you can wallow in disappointment, he lifts you effortlessly from the bed, your legs dangling and shaking.

He carries you the short distance to the nearest wall, pressing your back against it as he drops to his knees before you. His strong hands grip the backs of your thighs, pushing them apart as he throws one leg over each shoulder. You're exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

Caleb looks up at you, his expression intense and commanding. His voice is an authoritative growl as he orders:

"Squirt down my throat, pip. Give me every last drop." Then he seals his lips around your engorged clit, suckling the bud with hunger. His tongue swirls and flicks, playing your clit like an instrument only he knows how to master.

And he doesn't let up, his evol holds your trembling legs steady over his shoulders as he pushes his fingers back inside your cunt and pumps them in and out, curling them to hit your g spot.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" you cry over and over again and just as he commanded, you squirt your release down his throat, your arousal flooding his mouth as he greedily swallows every last drop.

His evol holds your legs steady, keeping you pinned against the wall and preventing you from collapsing as your body rocks with the force of your climax.

Caleb slowly lowers you down until you're sitting straddled on his lap on the cool hardwood floor. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

His forehead drops to yours, his eyes are closed, his expression one of pure bliss. When he speaks, his voice is an awed rasp:

"I haven't cum in my pants since... you've reduced me to a fucking teenager again, leaking in my boxers like I'm back in high school."

Curious, you glance down between you, your gaze drawn to the wet spot darkening the fabric of his pants.

"The way you moaned my name just... Fuck princess...say it again"

A slow, teasing smile spreads across your face as you realize the implications of his words. Leaning in closer, you bring your lips to his ear, your warm breath ghosting over his skin as you whisper:

"Oh? You mean like this..." you pause for a moment, letting the anticipation build. Then, in a breathy, needy tone that mirrors the way you moan his name while he fucks you, you breathe out:

"Caleb..."

You let the single syllable linger, drawing it out as if you're crying out in pleasure. Your tongue darts out, tracing the curve of his earlobe before you nip at it playfully. You can feel the shudder that runs through him at the sound, his cock twitching against your thigh in response.

A growl rumbles in his chest as you cup his erection through his pants. Then he stands, lifting you up with him crushing your body against his.

"Oh you asked for it Pip"

"Oh Zayne, please, I can't handle it anymore!" you whimper, squirming uncomfortably in the plush office chair. The vibrator nestled in your underwear pulses relentlessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Handle it? you feel your face flush a deep crimson. "You call this handling it?"

Zayne just smirks at you from across the desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as he pretends to focus on his work. But you can see the way his eyes keep flicking to you, taking in your desperate writhing with a smug, satisfied grin.

"I think you can handle anything I give you, sweetheart", he murmurs "In fact, I know you can"

He reaches out and presses a button on the remote control sitting on his desk. Instantly, the vibrator kicks up another notch, buzzing so hard you swear you can feel the heat of it through the thin fabric of your panties.

"Ahhhh!" you cry out, back arching off the chair as pleasure whites out your vision for a moment. Your nails dig into the leather of the armrests as you try to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensation.

"Please Zayne, it's too much!" you beg, voice breaking on a sob. "I can't...I can't do it anymore!"

Zayne finally looks up from his computer only to pin you with a stern glare. "You wanted to tease me, didn't you?"

"Please, I came twice already... I can't..."

He reaches for the remote, and you flinch, bracing yourself. But instead of increasing the intensity, he turns it off completely.

"I'm just too sensitive...I can't...I won't..."

"Won't what?" Zayne interrupts, rising slowly from his seat. He rounds the desk with measured steps, each one bringing him closer to you until he's looming over you.

"Won't tease me anymore?" he finishes for you, tilting your chin up with one finger so you're forced to meet his gaze. "Won't be a brat and try to tempt me past my limits?"

His thumb brushes over your lower lip and you part your lips on a shaky exhale, he takes the opportunity to slip his thumb into your mouth. You close your lips around it instinctively, suckling gently.

"There's my good girl," Zayne purrs, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction at your submissive display. "Such a pretty little mouth. I wonder..."

He leans in closer and whispers, "How many more times do you think you can come tonight before I ruin you completely?"

His other hand slides beneath your skirt, fingers skimming over your inner thigh. You're already soaked, panties clinging obscenely to your swollen folds.

"These are mine now," Zayne declares sliding down your drenched panties and tucking them into the pocket of his lab coat. "You cant get them back."

He grips your hips, hauling you to the edge of the chair and forcing your legs apart. The cool air of the office kisses your skin, making you shiver.

"Zayne, please..." you whimper, but the plea is cut off by a sharp gasp as his fingers delve between your folds. Your body betrays your true desires, hips rocking into his touch wantonly.

"Please what?" he taunts, circling your clit with a light touch.

"I...I need... "you pant out, words tumbling from your lips in a desperate rush, "I need you, Zayne. I need your cock. Please, please fuck me. Ruin me. I can't...I can't take the emptiness anymore!"

"That's my girl," Zayne croons, rewarding your desperation with a brutal thrust of two fingers knuckle deep inside you. "So tight. So perfect."

"One more", Zayne promises before diving between your thighs. He throws your leg over his shoulder, opening you up completely. Then his mouth is on you, hot and wet, and you're crying out, back arching off the chair.

"Ahhh, fuck! Zayne!" you wail, fingers scrabbling for purchase in his short black hair. You try to push him away, overwhelmed by the intensity of your impending release, but he's relentless. Inescapable.

"That's it, sweetheart. Come for me one more time," he orders against your flesh, the vibrations of his voice pushing you closer to the edge.

He suckles your clit greedily, teeth grazing the sensitive nub as two fingers plunge back inside your fluttering cunt.

"Zayne... I'm going to...I can't...you have to..."

You don't even finish the rest of the sentence before your cum sloshes into his mouth , but you don't just gush into his mouth, you squirt all over his face.

Zayne grunts, his stomach clenches as his heavy balls draw up tight and then his hot seed erupts from his throbbing cock, soaking through the fabric of his boxers and pants.

The minute he pulls back you sit up, closing your legs in mortification. "I'm sorry I was trying to warn you to pull away but..."

He can't help but throw his head back and laugh, a deep, rumbling sound that echoes through the office.

"Oh sweetheart", he chuckles, wiping the remnants of your release from his face with the back of his hand. "Does it look like I'm sorry?"

He rises to his feet, looking down at the growing wet patch on the front of his expensive slacks, the evidence of his own climax. If anything, he seems immensely pleased with himself.

"My shirt is ruined, my pants are soaked through, and my face is covered in your cum" he says, still grinning "And I've never been happier."

Zayne tilts your face up to meet his gaze. "I think that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. And I can't fucking wait to do it again, as soon as I give my 18 year old self his balls back"

Sylus watches the thick dildo nestled between your thighs, watches you rock back and forth, working it in and out of your dripping pussy.

"All the way inside, kitten. Put it all the way in," Sylus growls, you can feel his gaze raking over your curves, consuming you, owning you.

Flustered, you try to comply, bearing down harder, sinking the thick toy deeper. But it's a tight fit, and your body struggles to take it all. You clench and flutter around the length, your pussy resisting the intrusion.

This only seems to please Sylus more. A smirk plays at the corners of his full lips as he watches you squirm and pant, fighting to force the dildo deeper. "You look so pretty struggling to get just that inside"

Embarrassed heat colors your cheeks, even as arousal coils tighter in your belly. You've never felt so exposed, so utterly seen. It's terrifying and thrilling in equal measure. Biting your lip, you redouble your efforts, determined to please him, to prove you can take what he wants to give you.

"Sweetie, you are so desperate to cum your pussy is dripping onto my sheets"

You blush harder as Sylus points out your desperate state. The wet spot beneath your ass on his expensive silk sheets is growing, an evidence to how badly your body craves release.

Mortified, you stammer out an apology, "S-sorry..."

He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Oh, I wasn't complaining," he murmurs "In fact, I'm going to paint this whole fucking room in your cum tonight."

You watch as Sylus lays on his stomach right in front of you, inches from where the thick dildo is stretching your needy cunt so obscenely. His eyes are glued to the lewd spectacle, watching avidly as the toy plunges in and out, your swollen pussy lips clinging to it with each withdraw.

The angle gives him an unobstructed view of your engorged clit, the sensitive nub peeking out from beneath the hood with each thrust.

"You are going to make me cum without even touching my cock"

Biting your lip, you manage to gasp out, "Good, I recall you being very intrigued by the idea of sitting and watching. I hope you enjoy the show, Sylus."

"I'm going to watch every second. I want to see the exact moment when you can't take anymore, and then I'm going to take over, kitten"

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as the intense pleasure builds to a fever pitch, your body tensing as your climax fast approaches. You're teetering on the brink, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

"I'm about to cum, Sy!" you cry out, my voice pitchy and desperate. "Fuck!"

He watches as your hips stutter and jerk erratically, your movements growing more desperate by the second.

"Lay on the bed, Y/N. Now"

With trembling limbs, you do as he says, carefully pulling the slick dildo from your clenching hole. A fresh gush of your arousal drips out, painting your inner thigh.

"Just like that. Spread your legs for me, let me see that pretty little pussy."

Blushing furiously, you hesitantly part your thighs, baring your swollen folds to his eyes. Your clit is angry, throbbing red, just begging for his touch.

"Can I?"

Your body is burning up, every nerve ending screaming for his touch. The words spill out of you, raw and desperate.

"Please, Sylus... you can do whatever the fuck you want. Suck it, lick it, tug it, bite it. Just please put your mouth on me," you beg shamelessly, too far gone to care about the desperation in your voice.

Without a word, he settles between your spread thighs, the heat of his breath ghosting over your sex. You shudder, your hips twitching with anticipation.

Slowly, torturously, Sylus leans in and drags the flat of his tongue along your slit, from your entrance up to your clit. He takes his time, savoring you, before suckling the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips.

You cry out, back arching off the bed as bolts of pleasure course through your body. Your fingers tangle in his silky hair, holding him in place.

Your thighs begin to tremble, your muscles drawing taut as the coil of tension in your core winds tighter and tighter. You can feel your orgasm building, cresting, ready to sweep you away.

"Fuck, Sy!" you keen "Don't stop, please don't stop! I'm... I'm gonna...!"

As Sylus' finger curls inside you, expertly finding that sensitive spongy spot, you feel the dam burst.

"FUCK, SYLUS!" you scream, your body convulsing uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy rips through you.

At the first gush of your release, Sylus opens his mouth wide, covering your spasming cunt completely with his lips. He begins to drink down greedily, his tongue lapping up every drop.

Tears of rapture stream down your face, your eyes screwed shut as you surrender to the all consuming bliss radiating from your core. Your fingers tighten in his hair, anchoring yourself to him as the world spins and fades away.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your orgasm begins to subside. Your grip on Sylus' hair loosens, your body going limp as the last shuddering aftershock rolls through you.

Sylus leans over you and pecks your lips softly, letting you taste yourself on his mouth, before pulling back slightly to gaze down at your ravaged expression.

Your hand drifts down, exploring, until you encounter the damp patch on the front of his tailored trousers. You lift your fingers to your lips, your smile coy and knowing as you lick them clean, tasting the evidence of Sylus' own release.

Sylus raises a brow, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "What?" he asks "You like guys who come in their pants, kitten?"

You shake your head, still smiling, your eyes sparkling with mischief and something akin to awe. "No, just you," you murmur softly. "Do you know how good you'd have to be to make the leader of Onychinus cum in his pants?"

Sylus chuckles, a deep, rich sound that resonates through his chest. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your lips as he speaks. "I suppose you're about to find out, sweetie. If I can reduce a Deepspace Hunter to a quivering, begging mess... imagine what I can do when I really put my mind to it."

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⟢ tws : nsfw/smut, bunny fem!reader, dubcon, p*rn with no plot, rough sex, degradation, dumbification, dirty talk, crying, mild dacryphilia, overstimulation, size kink?, clit play, squirting, mention of reader drooling, reader is implied to be chubby, tail and ears play, pet names (bunny, sweetheart, etc), & other stuff!

⟢ note : art header is by rororo_mg on X ! also happy 900+ followers for me! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ also not proofread!

“You're such a dumb little bunny, aren’t you?” Phainon chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement as he pressed you against the mattress, his body caging yours in. His gloved fingers dug into your plush thighs, keeping you spread wide as he fucked into you with rough, steady thrusts. Your soft ears twitched helplessly, your fluffy tail flicking against the sheets, every movement of your body betraying how completely wrecked you were.

You could barely form a response—your mouth hung open, soft little whimpers spilling out as your body jolted with every deep stroke.

“Bet you can’t even think right now, huh?”Phainon teased, nipping at your jaw before grabbing your chin, making you look at him. “Just a stupid little bunny, letting me fuck you silly.”

You moaned at his words, your head lolling to the side. “Ngh—P-Phainon—feels too good,” you whined, your hands gripping onto his clothes for stability.

“Yeah?” His grin widened, amusement flickering in his baby blue eyes. “Then you better hold on, sweetheart, ‘cause I’m not stopping till that pretty little brain of yours turns to mush.”

And with that, he slammed into you harder, drawing out another desperate, needy moan. You could only whimper, your tail fluffing up against the sheets, completely at his mercy, your body trembling as he fucked you stupid—just like he said he would.

Phainon only laughed when your voice broke into a hiccupping whimper, your soft thighs trembling beneath his grip. His pace never slowed, fucking into you with the same rough, devastating rhythm that had your body bouncing helplessly beneath him. You were so warm, so tight around him, your insides squeezing down like you were made for this.

“N-No!” you sobbed, your ears twitching violently as you tried to shake your head. “I’m not a stupid bunny!”

But your little cries, the way you clung to him, the way your body responded so perfectly to every thrust—you weren’t fooling anyone. Least of all Phainon.

He smirked, leaning down until his lips brushed against the tear-streaked heat of your cheek. “Oh? Then why are you drooling all over yourself, huh?” He rolled his hips, forcing a choked gasp from your swollen lips. “Why are you taking me so well, squeezing me like you don’t want me to stop?”

“I-I don’t—!” you hiccupped, your voice cracking as another wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your tail flicked wildly against the sheets, your hands clawing at his shoulders, but there was no real fight in your movements—just desperation. Just need.

Phainon grinned against your cheek, biting down gently before licking away the dampness of your tears. “Liar,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. His fingers slid down to press against the sensitive bump between your thighs, circling it in lazy, teasing strokes. “You love being my dumb bunny. Even if you won’t admit it.”

You let out a high, shuddering sob, your walls clenching around him in pure, involuntary reaction. “Ngh—d-don’t s-say that!” you wailed, your face burning hot.

Phainon only hummed, his smirk deepening. “I’ll stop when you stop proving me right.” He thrust deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you, and your next cry came out broken—too lost in pleasure to be anything but the truth.

Phainon’s smirk only widened when your breath hitched into another helpless sob, your body arching beneath him as he kept up his pace. Your ears twitched violently, your tail fluffing up against the sheets, betraying just how overwhelmed you were. He was right, and you both knew it—you could cry and protest all you wanted, but your body told the real story.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his lips down your tear-streaked cheek, nipping at your jaw. “All fucked dumb on my cock, still trying to act like you’ve got a single thought in that little head of yours.” He laughed, deep and smug, his gloved fingers pressing firmer against the throbbing bud between your thighs. “Sweetheart, you lost that fight the second you started drooling.”

You let out a choked whimper, your hands pawing uselessly at his shoulders. "S-Shut up!" you wailed, voice high and desperate, but it only made him push deeper, drawing another broken sob from your lips.

“Make me,” he taunted, his thrusts growing sharper, sending jolts of pleasure through your trembling form. “Oh, wait—you can’t. Too busy taking it like my perfect, dumb little bunny.”

Your tail flicked wildly, your whole body squirming beneath him as if trying to escape the truth pressing down on you from all angles. But there was nowhere to run—not when you were stretched around him, not when every roll of his hips sent heat licking up your spine.

“N-No! I-I don’t—!” You gasped as he angled deeper, your head tossing back against the pillows. “I d-don’t—!”

“You do.” His fingers gripped your chin, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His blue eyes burned with amusement, with something darker, something possessive. “So go on, sweetheart. Cry for me. Beg me to stop if you really mean it.”

Your breath shuddered, your lips parting—but no protest came. Just another soft, needy little whimper. Just another desperate clench around his cock.

Phainon grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

And then he fucked you harder.

Phainon’s relentless thrusts drove you deeper into a frenzy, your body responding to him in ways you couldn’t control. Each powerful push sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you, your walls clenching around him with an urgency that only fueled his desire to dominate. He loved the way you writhed beneath him, a perfect mix of desperation and delight.

“Look at you, so lost in it,” he taunted, his voice low and sultry as he leaned down to kiss the tender skin of your neck. “Can you even think straight? Or is that little brain of yours just full of how good it feels to be my dumb bunny?”

You could only whimper in response, the heat pooling in your core building to an almost unbearable intensity. You felt utterly exposed, completely at his mercy, and yet every thrust only stoked the fire within you. It was maddening—and yet you craved more.

“Please…” you begged, your voice breaking as you desperately sought release. “I need—”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Phainon’s grip on your chin tightened as he pulled back, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Use your words.”

“I need… I need you to touch me there!” you cried out, cheeks flushed with humiliation but unable to deny the truth of your desire.

“Touch you where?” he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

Your breath hitched as he thrust deeper, the force of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you again and again. “M-My clit! Please!”

“Good girl,” he said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “I’ll give you what you want.”

With that, he released your chin and moved his hand between your bodies, fingers expertly finding your clit. His touch was electric, the pressure building as he rubbed tight circles around the sensitive bud, perfectly timed with the rhythm of his thrusts.

You gasped, your body arching off the bed as pleasure surged through you. “Yes! Just like that!” you cried, feeling the heat coiling tighter and tighter within you.

“See? There’s that beautiful sound,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth as he kept his fingers moving, teasing and coaxing your pleasure higher. “You’re such a good little bunny for me, aren’t you?”

Your eyes fluttered shut, your world narrowing down to the sensations coursing through you—the fullness of his cock inside you, the blissful pressure of his fingers on your clit, and the overwhelming wave of heat threatening to crest. You were close, so close, but it felt like a teasing edge that just wouldn’t tip.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” Phainon warned, his tone shifting to something more commanding. “I want to feel you squirt all over my cock, sweetheart. Let go. Let me feel you.”

The authority in his voice sent another jolt of desire through you, and with every thrust, every flick of his fingers, you felt the dam within you ready to break. “P-Phainon, I—I can’t—!”

“Shh, just let it happen,” he coaxed, his fingers moving faster, harder against your clit. “You can do it. I know you can.”

It felt like everything in your body was tightening, a spring coiling to its limit. You could hardly think; all that existed was the pulsing pleasure, the ache for release, and Phainon’s relentless voice urging you on.

And then, with one final thrust and a desperate cry, it happened. The world exploded in pleasure as you let go, your body responding without hesitation. You squirted around his cock, the rush of ecstasy washing over you like a tidal wave, pulling you under.

“Yes! Just like that, sweetheart!” Phainon growled, his pace never faltering as he reveled in the feeling of you clenching and spasming around him. “Such a good girl. Look at you—completely lost in it.”

You felt like you were floating, the room spinning as pleasure coursed through you in waves, leaving you breathless. Every aftershock was more intense than the last, your body still trembling beneath him as he continued to drive into you, pushing you through the high you’d just reached.

“Please… I can’t—” you gasped, but Phainon’s thrusts showed no signs of slowing.

“Keep going, sweetheart. I want to feel you milk me dry,” he said, voice low and hungry. “You’re going to take everything I have to give.”

Each thrust was met with the perfect friction of his cock against your walls, your sensitive clit still throbbing under his ministrations. You felt overstimulated but still yearning for more, and with every sharp thrust, every roll of his hips, you were dragged deeper into the whirlpool of pleasure he had created.

“Phainon, I can’t take it!” you cried, tears of pleasure spilling from your eyes as your body writhed beneath him.

“Then tell me how much you want it,” he commanded, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “Tell me how much you love being my dumb little bunny.”

You gasped, your heart racing at his words, feeling the heat flush through you once again. “I—I love it! I love being your dumb bunny! Please, don’t stop!” You cried out loud, your fluffy tail wiggling like crazy.

“Good girl,” he purred, the satisfaction in his voice sending a thrill through you. “Now let’s see just how much more you can take.”

With renewed determination, he picked up his pace, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep within you, each thrust pushing you closer to another edge. You were completely at his mercy, and in that moment, you couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

“P—Phainon—Ahh!” you cried out, feeling the pressure building again, ready to explode. “I’m so close!”

“Let go for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you come around me again,” he urged, his voice a sultry promise that sent shivers down your spine.

You felt that familiar tightness coiling in your core once more, and with a few more thrusts, you surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your cunt tightened around him, and you cried out as you came again, squirting around him in a rush of ecstasy.

“Yes! That’s it!” Phainon growled, his own release following closely behind as he thrust into you one last time, filling your pussy up completely. The sensation of him spilling into you pushed you even higher, and you felt like you were floating in pure bliss, completely consumed by pleasure.

As the waves of ecstasy finally began to subside, Phainon collapsed beside you, panting and satisfied, a satisfied grin on his face. “See? You really are my perfect little bunny.”

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borathae · 5 months ago

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The Alpha Omega Series | JJK x f.Reader

“Jungkook is the son of the pack Alpha and therefore heir of the titel. You are an omega and utterly out of his league. This is the story of how, against all odds, you and he became true mates.”

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x f. omega!Reader

Genre: Werewolves!AU, childhood best friends to enemies to lovers!AU, Angst, Romance, Smut

Warnings: This story contains ABO dynamics, cursing and angsty themes, as well as topics of abusive parents, illegal omega trading and very sexually explicit scenes. Also, it includes Jungkook as a protective, strong Alpha which is the most lethal warning tbfh. If you are sensitive to such topics, I advise you read with care.

Chapter Count: 3/3 ✓

a/n: I decided to make a chapter index for Alpha!Kook because his universe is growing and we need a place for all of his stories. I don't want to talk about how hot he is in the header because I won't say anything decent tbfh

The Beginning - Alpha

“Jungkook is tasked by his father – current Alpha of the pack – to deliver you – an innocent omega – to your future husband, who purchased you through illegal omega trading offers and who is known to publicly torture omegas for sport. Problem is, you and he are former childhood best friends with too much tension to work through and Jungkook can’t stand his father’s disgusting business methods.” Genre: Werewolves!AU, childhood best friends to enemies to lovers!AU, Angsty Romance, Smut

The Wedding - Bonded

“You didn’t think that having Jungkook save you from an abusive arranged marriage by marking you would mean that you would have to marry him instead. Yet here you are. Bonded to him for life, with his father threatening to ban you if you fuck it up and with your marriage night one step away. It wouldn’t be that scary if you weren’t aware that his family doesn’t bond with omegas.” Genre: Werewolves!AU, forced marriage!AU, childhood best friends to lovers!AU, marriage night!AU, Angst, Romance, Smut

The Marriage - Scents

“Life as Jungkook’s mate is everything you ever dreamed of. He is there for you, he keeps you safe, fulfills all your wishes and fucks you to complete satisfaction. Life as your mate is, well, it’s how Jungkook always imagined having a home feels like. Because his life as his father’s son isn’t easy, but with you by his side, it finally doesn’t hurt anymore. When one night, Jungkook comes home feeling like shit because of his father, you decide to show him that he can always count on you to be his comfort and his distraction.” Genre: Werewolf!AU, True Mates!AU, Married Life!AU, Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Fluff, Smut

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spicygrilledscorpio · 1 year ago

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Sweet dreams - LN

Summary: Lando wanted to suprise his girlfriend but got suprised

Warnings: SMUT, somnophilia, horny!Lando, sleepy!reader, slight overstimulation(?), pet names, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (i think that’s it let me know if i missed any)

Side notes: English is not my first language so sorry if anything sounds weird. Hopes you guys enjoy❤️‍🔥

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Y/n went to sleep wearing one of Lando’s button-ups with nothing underneath. She doesn’t usually go to sleep full commando but since her boyfriend isn’t home, why not? Lando was out for the triple header, he just finished Barcelona and was supposed to go straight to Austria, but Lando decided to give his girlfriend a surprise.

Lando opened the door to his apartment slightly, tiptoeing his way through the dark room, careful not to wake her up. He cracks the door to their bedroom quietly, guessing she was asleep since it was pretty late at night. He made his way to where she was lying, looking down at y/n’s peaceful face…until something caught his attention.

Y/n was letting out some incoherent mumbling and panting but was still pretty much fast asleep. She was straddling a pillow, that’s what caught Lando’s eyes. He reached for the pillow between her legs to remove it and to his surprise, there was a damp spot on the pillow. Lando’s eyes widen as he looks down at his girlfriend, who is now rubbing her legs together from the loss of the pillow. He parted her legs slightly, staring at the glistening wetness and leaning down, placing kisses on both sides of her thigh. Meanwhile, Y/n was still very deep asleep.

“P-please, Lando” Y/n mumbled in a quiet tone but enough for Lando to hear

He looks up from between her legs to see that she’s still sleeping. She’s having a wet dream. This is a perfect opportunity for Lando to try out something they talked about for a while but never got the chance to try.

He moved his finger up and down collecting the wetness and then bringing them up to his mouth to taste. He’s pretty sure if y/n was awake and watching him doing that right now, she would be too embarrassed and try to cover her red face. However, she was still fast asleep right now, stirred a little but nothing else, allowing Lando to do everything he wanted to her.

Lando leaned down and lick a stripe from her hole up to her clit, making her breath hitch in her sleep. He starts doing kitten licks and placing kisses on y/n’s clit, teeth glazing it sending shivers down her body

“L-Lan?” She woke up and tried to close her leg in confusion, unsure what was happening.

“I’m here princess, go back to sleep and lemme take care of you yeah?” Lando shushed y/n and pecked her lip before lowering himself again to finish what he started.

Lando started to eat you out like crazy. If anybody sees how he is right now they would think that he was starved for days. The combination of y/n’s arousal and his saliva glistening on her soaked cunt as he continues to devour her. Sucking and practically “making out” with her clit as two of his fingers enter her and immediately start to move at a brutal pace, as his other hand moves up to toy with y/n’s tits. It was too much for her, hands desperately trying to find something to grab onto when they found Lando’s hair.

“I-I’m close Lan”

Her boyfriend didn’t reply but hummed into her soaked cunt, sending vibration to y/n’s already sensitive clit, adding up to the knot building up in her lower abdomen, pushing her over the edge. She grabbed onto Lando’s hair tightly as she cum, moaning out loud.

“That’s it sweetheart, good girl” Lando coos as he plants kisses all over her face. Just when Y/n was about to doze off again, she felt Lando’s tip squeezing into her tight cunt.

“N-no, I want to sleep” Y/n whines, closing her legs and trying to push Lando away

“C’mon, just one more for me ok?”. Lando coos as he grabs her hands and pins them above her head. With one thrust, he bottomed out in her. Lando let out a groan feeling her warm, tight cunt wrapping around his hard member.

“So good f’me huh baby” He whispers in her ear, feeling her clenching extra hard down on him. Lando started with slow but deep strokes, hitting y/n’s G-spot with every thrust making her moan out loud.

“M-more”

“I thought you wanted to sleep, no?” Lando jokes as y/n gives him a death stare.

“Your wish is my command, princess” He chuckled slightly as he increased his pace, hips snapping into her at brutal speed. The sound of skin slapping and wet noises from the combination of her arousal and his pre-cum fills the room.

“I’m close-“

“Cum for me baby” Lando’s hand sneaks down to rub her clit in a circular motion, adding more pleasure, and pushing her over the edge. Y/n let out a loud moan as she comes, clenching around and milking his cock. Lando pulls out and shoots his cum on her stomach.

“Did so well for me, gorgeous” Lando says as he pecks her lip quickly then runs to grab a towel to clean both of them up. After he’s done with the cleaning, Lando climbs onto the bed to cuddle up with Y/n.

“So what were you dreaming about earlier” Lando asks as Y/n hits his chest playfully with her palm.

“Some handsome guy teasing me”

#f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #lando imagine #lando norris #lando x you #lando x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 smut #lando smut #ln4 x y/n #ln4 imagine #ln4 fic #ln4 x reader

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gumified · 1 year ago

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SO SO FULL !

pairing: satoru x reader, toji x reader, sukuna x reader, nanami x reader (all separate)

summary: jjk men and their need to breed you <3

content: 2.8k, smut, praise, degradation, dirty talk, cunnilingus (fem. receiving), overstimulation, fingering, reader passes out in gojo's one

note: tumblr refused to let me post my header image so i apologise <3

SATORU GOJO

you should’ve picked up the multiple hints that satoru threw at you throughout the week. the subtle glances towards the baby’s section when the both of you went shopping, the jokes about the both of you starting a family. you should’ve also known that satoru would fuck you silly once you told him that you genuinely wanted to start a family with him too.

“pretty pretty girl.” he coos, hands grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “such a pretty pussy, look how she’s sucking me in.”

you’re bent over the bed, legs spread as satoru pumped his thick cock in and out of you repeatedly. your body thrashes against his grip and you moan blissfully at the feeling. everything feels so so good and your hands are gripping the sheets, twisting them as you squeal.

“f-fuckkk, i’m gonna fill this pussy up with my cum, she’s gonna be so full and plump.” satoru’s hands are on your waist, anchoring you down as he fucks into you mercilessly. you can only mewl as you beg for more. “you’re gonna look so pretty with my baby, wanna fill you up so bad angel.”

“nghh, ‘toru fill me up, please please please, need your cum inside me, w-wanna have your babies so bad!” you’re babbling incoherently, eyes rolling to the back of your head as every word he says is punctuated with a harsh thrust.

you already feel so full with his cock in you. you could feel it pulsating, the thick veins pushing against your gummy walls. satoru groans at your lewd noises and his hands snake their way to your tits. he squeezes them as he lifts your body up so you’re pressed against his taut chest. his hips keep pounding into your ass as you feel his hot breath fan across your neck.

“these tits are gonna be plump and full of milk, g-god, can’t wait for you to grow so big and swollen. you’re gonna be glowing angel and ‘m gonna be sucking these tits every day.”

his words cause you to moan louder, the thought has you reeling and you struggle to keep yourself upright as he fucks you from behind.

“s-satoru need it so much, pleasepleaseplease.” your pleads are incessant as you try to grind your hips against his. you feel your thoughts leave you as you succumb to the pure pleasure that surrounds you. satoru continues to pound into you and you feel his teeth sink into your shoulder. there’s a numbing feeling but you feel his tongue glide across your clavicle and he’s sucking just behind your ear. you whine at the feeling, growing more and more sensitive with each passing moment. “o-oh my goddd, gonna cum gonna cum ‘toru let me cum pleasee!”

all your senses are heightened as you feel your body reach its high. you feel satoru’s smug grin against your body and his breath is like fire on your skin. heat rises through your body and you whimper. his cock throbs in your pussy and you know he’s close.

“my pretty angel and her pretty pussy, you gonna milk me? gonna take all my cum like a good girl, angel? needa make sure that none of it falls out okay?”

“yes yes yes! want your cum sooo bad, satoru need you, i-”

your words are cut short as you feel his cum spill into your pussy and you’re rendered speechless. your body spasm around his cock as you release all over him. spurts of cum spray into your velvety walls and satoru can only hold your body tightly as he thrusts the remaining of his cum into your pussy. you feel your consciousness leave your body and you slump forward into your boyfriend’s arms.

“awww angel.” he pouts as he hugs your limp body close. there’s a proud sensation that fills his body as he sees your fucked out face in front of him. “you’re gonna have to wake up soon, still wanna pump this pussy with my cum.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO

"say please." toji pulls your chin closer towards him. his cock is throbbing inside your pussy and he's been refusing to move. you know what he wants to hear but you refuse to say it. you’re beyond stubborn and you refuse to comply to his demands. "say. please." he punctuates each word with a thrust that makes you moan in delight. his eyes are dark and filled with lust. you're forced to give in and you moan his name.

"please toji." you beg, tears falling from your eyes. "please, want you to fuck me so bad, mmphh, please put a baby in me, please."

he grins smugly, giving your forehead a kiss and you feel your pussy clench around his cock. the harsh thrusts make your head spin. the low growls that emit from his throat is enough to make you see the stars. you feel his huge cock bully into your tiny hole as you feel yourself squeeze around him tightly. his hands wander below your chest, they fix onto your hips, thumbs pressing hard. you squirm under his gaze. kisses are littered all over your body, plump lips touching every sensitive part of you, eliciting delicious whines from you.

"say it louder doll, don't think i heard it correctly." his lips graze the shell of your ear, making you shiver. His voice is deep and it only makes you that much more desperate for him. "c'mon doll, say it f’me."

your bottom lip trembles and you open your mouth as a moan is forced from you. "fuck a baby into me toji. please, please, please!"

"that's it. was that so hard?" toji muses, pounding into you harder. you moan as he sucks on your sensitive neck, leaving a blooming purple mark. his cock feels as if it's hitting the sweetest yet impossible places inside of you. "look at that." his hands come to cover the prominent bulge in your stomach. his cock is so so big and when you see the bump that he makes in your stomach you feel your pussy dripping with desire. when he presses down it makes your body spasms around him and you clench down hard. the sensation has your mind blanking.

"wanna cum." you plead, throat hoarse from all the crying. you buck your hips up towards his in a desperate attempt for him to finally let you release all over his cock. "wanna cum, please let me cum, tojiii please!"

the words have toji smirking. his fingers rub your pussy, feeling the wetness as it makes a mess between your thighs. his fingers only add to your pleasure and nothing can compare as you gasp, moaning at the pleasure shooting up within you. he whispers dirty words of praise in your ear and that alone has you wanting more. you're writhing around under him as he massages the bulge, hands spreading warmth throughout your body which makes you jolt.

"make a mess on my cock f’me doll, let me see your little body as you cum."

at his command you let your release flow over your body, wracking through your bones. your body convulses around his cock, still thrusting into you. the feeling is too much and you feel your senses overloading. toji continues his heavy pounds into you, hips snapping to meet yours. soon enough, hot cum coats your insides, making you gasp. he groans above you, pressing his pretty lips onto yours.

the euphoric sensation of your orgasm only lasts so long before you're being pulled off the bed and toji guides you to the shower. he gives you a plethora of kisses and attention. his hands come to grope your breasts and the words he utters next makes your heart pound and your pussy growing wet again.

"gonna fuck you everywhere until you're nice and pregnant with my baby."

SUKUNA RYOMEN

maybe it’s a bad idea to shout things at your boyfriend when you’re the one who is clearly in the wrong and maybe it isn't such a good idea to tell said boyfriend that he can't fuck you right.

when you see the literal steam billowing out of sukuna's ears you try to quickly retract your statement but it's no use and when he stalks over to pick you up and throws you over your shoulder you can't say that you didn't find that super attractive.

he flings you on the bed, pinning you down so you can't move. his eyes are hard and angry and now you're feeling more excited rather than scared. you clamp your thighs together and sukuna notices and he lets out a scoff.

"what a fucking whore." he rips your panties away and you hear the tear but that's the least of your worries because he's sliding a finger through your wet folds causing you to let out a lewd moan. "already so wet. bet you want my cum to fill this tiny pussy."

you feel your pussy throb at his words and you look at him pleadingly. sukuna smirks. his fingers rub against your clit and you whimper at the sensation. he knew your body the best and he knew exactly which spots to press to elicit the most erotic noises from you, he also knew exactly what to say to cause you to lose your mind.

"oh you'd like that wouldn't you. want me to fuck a baby into you." he laughs darkly when he feels you clench around his fingers. “desperate bitch. i’m the only one who can fuck this slutty pussy, you belong to me and when i’m done with you you’re gonna be dripping with my cum.

there’s an underlying threat in his words but you’re already too blissed out to fully understand what the night has in store for you. he wastes no time shoving his digits in and out of you, the movements making your back arch and toes curl. he scissors you open and the lewd sounds that fill the air only has your mind filled with dirty thoughts.

“too much, ‘kuna ‘s too much, feels too good nghhh.” you feel another moan bubble up in your chest and you say his name as it bursts. sukuna's fingers curl up and he presses down on your gummy walls, making you writhe around him. he thrusts them into you faster, harsher. your sensitivity peaks when he adds a third finger, stretching you out even more.

"you're practically begging to be fucked." he stops for a moment as he recalls the words you had spat at him before. "but it seems i can't fuck you right."

"n-no!" you shout. "sukuna please, didn’t mean it, i didn’t mean it ‘kuna. only you, only you can fuck me, no one else, just you, only you ‘kunaa!"

your boyfriend eyes your needy body. the sight is pathetic, you pleading, tears pricking your eyes as you beg desperately like a bitch in heat. he chuckles at the sight. "want me to fuck you?" he asks, a mocking tone lacing his voice but you didn’t care. "want me to fill you up with my cum and make your belly nice and swollen? teach you a lesson for being such a brat and pump you so full with my cum?"

you nod your head, desperate for something for your pussy to be around. sukuna growls, giving you no warning when he thrusts into you, cock filling you up deliciously. he groans and you don't have time to adjust before he's fucking you. his hips snap to yours and he pounds his cock into you mercilessly. it feels so good to be fucked like this and you moan and sob his name repeatedly.

"g-god yes, ‘kunaaa!"

"yeah?" he pants, cock hitting your cervix every time he thrusts into you and it causes your body to jolt forward. "gonna give you all of my cum whore."

his words are like music to your ears and you want more of him. you buck your hips up and your hands run over his chest. his muscles shine with sweat and they flex ever so often. it has you dripping all over and your body wants more of him. sukuna fucks you with such vigour that you think the bed's going to break. your orgasm is fast approaching and you feel it in your lower stomach, the tightening feeling, threatening to burst. sukuna leans down to murmur in your ear and at his words you know you're not getting any sleep.

"gonna fill this nasty pussy until she’s overflowing."

KENTO NANAMI

the moment that you told your husband that you were thinking about starting a family he had agreed instantly. what you didn’t expect was for him to go absolutely feral and fuck you continuously for hours upon your request, not that you were complaining.

“k-kento!” you let out a strangled gasp when you feel his cock hit that sweet spot within you. you’re on all fours on your shared bed as he’s plunging his cock in and out of you. his hands are gripping your hips as he fucks you into ecstasy. “feels so good, a-ahh!”

his fingers glide across your skin and you shiver at the feeling. his thrusts are constant and you feel your heart race, threatening to burst from your chest. the dirty noises fill the room and the constant slapping of skin is accompanied with your squeals of pleasure and nanami’s groans.

“you’re so gorgeous my love, gonna look even more gorgeous with my baby inside you.” he pants and you feel his chest press against your back. his arms are placed in front of you, locking you down onto the bed. the heat of his body transfers to yours and you can’t help but let out a whimper at the proximity. his eyes were locked to where the two of you were connected. his cock pounded your puffy cunt repeatedly and nanami watched as your arousal coated his length. “my pretty girl, all of this f’me? such a pretty pretty pussy.”

his words light a fire inside you and you can’t help but feel so exposed under his gaze. you try to squirm away but he pushes your body down against the mattress and you’re actually trapped now.

“why’re you tryin’ run darling? ‘m gonna fill this pussy with my cum and then ‘m gonna make sure none of it goes to waste.”

“nghh ken pleaseee.” your pleads are desperate and you feel his cock pulse inside you. every single thrust has your hands tugging the sheets, trying to find something to anchor you down. nanami’s hands thread through your hair and you feel him pull your head up to face him. he catches your lips into a passionate kiss, one that has your tongues tangling with each other. you moan into his mouth, your lashes fluttering shut as you let yourself get consumed by the sheer pleasure that awaits you. your husband pulls away and you pout at the loss of contact. “more ken, m-more kiss me more, plea-”

your sentence is cut short as he crashes his lips on yours once more. his movements are rushed and messy and you feel saliva trickle down your chin as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, swallowing every one of your lewd noises. his hands are still in your hair and you feel the euphoric sensation at every tug and pull. you feel your pussy constrict around his cock causing him to let out a guttural groan into your mouth and you feel oddly proud.

“you’re so tight my love, ‘m gonna cum soon.”

the words have you becoming a desperate whore and you moan even louder, whining as you jut your hips towards his. “pleaseee, fill me up ken, w-want your cum inside my pussy, wanna carry your children, please f-fuckkk!”

nanami feels his thoughts melt away at your desperate pleas and he can’t refuse whatever his precious wife requests and he’s quickening his thrusts. he shoves his cock into your plushy pussy repeatedly, making a mess between your legs. it’s non stop as he chases his high. his fingers trail down to pinch your clit and you let out a breathy gasp. he continues to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves and your body writhes with pleasure.

“fuck! ‘m cumming sweetheart, this pretty pussy’s gonna get filled so full with my cum, gonna fuck a baby into you and then you’re gonna be so big and swollen. can’t wait to see you glowing, want you to have my baby soo bad.”

his words urge you to your release and then you’re cumming all over his cock. your incessant sobs and moans fill the room as you feel yourself get pumped full of his cum. nanami grips onto your body as he slows his thrusts until he finally stops. you’re still in blissful euphoria from the sensation that you’ve just been blessed with when you feel his lips on your pussy.

“k-kento what are y-you doing?”

nanami looks up to you, lustful eyes meeting yours and you feel your pussy grow wet all over again. “gotta make sure you’re plugged full sweetheart.” and he resumes placing fluttering kisses against your folds leaving you to moan at his delicate gestures.

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mggslover · 5 months ago

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Something with your coffee

In which Aaron gives you a treat with your morning coffee.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader Genre: smut (18+) Content warnings: established relationship, bratty reader, sensual blowjob to mouthfucking, masturbation (fem!receiving) Word count: 1,4k A/n: don’t let the cute header fool you, it’s pure smut

The sun warmed the bare skin of your legs through the window as you put the coffee machine on. The deep aroma of the beans filled the kitchen. You loved days like these: waking up on a lazy Sunday without the use of an alarm, turning around in the sheets to see the peaceful look on your partner Aaron’s face as he’s still fast asleep, and softly tiptoeing your way to the kitchen to set a nice cup of coffee for the both of you.

Too enthralled in the sounds of chirping birds, you didn’t notice that Aaron had made his way over to you. He came fresh out of the shower, his face cleanly shaven, a towel wrapped low on his waist, and his hair still damp. His arms enveloped you in a hug from behind, his face in the crook of your neck as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. The smell of him intoxicating.

“Good morning,” his voice rasped.

You hummed in satisfaction, “Good morning.”

You turned around, back leaning against the kitchen counter as you took in the sight of him. With your hand reaching out, you let your fingertips slide over his broad chest. He gazed down at the act, savoring the feel of your skin against his.

“Made coffee for me too?”

You nodded, “Of course.” Your free hand reached out to caress his bicep, while your other hand continued its path down his stomach.

“You know what goes well with coffee?”

He looked you in the eyes, allowing you to continue.

“Cock,” you answered as you palmed his length through the towel.

He chuckled, shaking his head, making you grin widely at him.

“Is that so?” he smiled in amusement.

You bit your lip and nodded, feeling him stiffen under your touch. With a swift motion of your hand, you undid the knot on his towel, exposing him. The dark hairs on his pelvis were tidily trimmed, and his cock, although half-hard, looked mouthwatering to you.

You folded the towel in half, letting it fall to the ground before you lowered yourself to your knees. You licked your lips at the proximity, moving your hands gently up and down his thighs. When you looked up to meet his gaze, you noticed the dark glint of desire in his eyes as he expectantly looked down at you.

Not wanting to keep him waiting, you took his length in your hand, slowly pumping it as you leaned in to press a kiss to his balls.

The contact made him shiver, his dick twitching in your hand. A breathless moan escaped your lips, and you licked a bold stripe up the skin. You hummed at the taste, repeating your action and ending it by wrapping your lips around the sensitive skin, tenderly sucking on it.

You continued letting your mouth play with his balls. Your thumb swiped over the head of his cock, the precum that coated your finger signaling you that he was ready for more. With a sensual confidence, you licked him from his balls to the midline of his shaft. Aaron moaned a perfect oh, making your stomach tingle in excitement at the sound.

You resumed where you left off, maintaining eye contact as your tongue moved up until it reached the slit of the head.

“Oh, honey,” he groaned, both of his hands stretching out to hold the back of your head.

You wrapped one hand around his shaft and placed the other on his thigh for leverage as you took the tip in your mouth.

Your cheeks hollowed, sucking on the slick tip. The way Aaron bit his lip encouraged you, flattening your tongue as you took more of him in. At a slow, deliberate pace, you bobbed your head.

Aaron wasn’t much of a moaner, compelling you to work hard to prove yourself deserving of the sounds he made. So, when you sloppily swirled your tongue around him, and a deep groan escaped from his chest, you felt a wave of pride wash over you.

With a sharp breath, you took him out of your mouth. “I can never get enough of you filling my mouth,” you giggled.

His hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warmth. “Then why don’t you get back to work?”

His demanding words were a sharp contrast to his soft touch, and you felt yourself getting wet. You squeezed your thighs together, searching for some friction as you sunk your mouth back onto him.

The weight of his length felt heavy against your tongue, reminding you of how good he feels when he’s deep inside of you. You squeezed his thigh as you took more of him in, flicking your hand around his shaft in quicker motions, mirroring the movements with your mouth.

“Such a good fucking mouth,” Aaron growled. His head was thrown back in pleasure, and he pressed his hips forward, pushing his cock further down your throat.

You nuzzled your head, swallowing him until your chin rubbed against his balls. You held the stance for a couple of seconds, making the most out of the moment by humming and licking his cock, then pulling away in a breathless gasp.

Aaron observed you with a lustful eye. Your lips were darkened and wet with saliva, and your nipples stood hard. Aaron caressed your hair, fingers soothingly sliding over it.

“Who would’ve thought you were such a dirty girl?” He hummed in wonder.

You made a small sound in response, pressing a wet kiss to the side of his length. “I’m only like this around you.”

“Good,” he hummed.

Rhythmically, you started jerking his length. You left small licks and kisses on the reddened tip, occasionally dipping your tongue into the slit.

“I’m going to come if you keep up like that,” he grunted, rolling his hips against your hand. “Where do you want it?”

“Maybe in my coffee. I could use a creamer,” you playfully teased.

“You’re so naughty,” he tsked.

You lifted your shoulders in a shrug. “I think I’m pretty nice.” You squeezed his cock in your palm, swirling your tongue around his tip. “Letting you fuck my mouth and all,” you add to your argument.

He let out a deep chuckle, the sound vibrating directly to your core. “I haven’t fucked your mouth,” he repeated. “All you’ve been doing is teasing me.”

You removed your lips from his tip with a pop. “Then why don’t you do something about it?” you blatantly state as you wrap your lips back around him.

He muttered a fuck. His grip on your head tightened, and he didn’t care about taking it slow as he thrust his hips into you. You relaxed your jaw, letting him hit the back of your throat repeatedly, swallowing around him.

Aaron did all the work for you, holding you in place as he fucked your mouth. It gave you the chance to reach down, your finger making contact with your clit. You moaned around his length in pleasure, trying to keep up with his pace as you rubbed your bud.

“That’s it, honey. Come with me.”

Your eyes watered, and Aaron pulled back. Your hand fastened its movements on your clit, and you used your other hand to jerk him off. Your tongue was stuck out, resting beneath his throbbing tip, ready for him.

His moans pushed you further to the edge. And with a cry you let go, your orgasm rippling through you. Your release ignited his, and with a deep groan, he came, thick spurts coating your tongue.

You made sure to swallow. Carefully licking him clean as his hips continued jolting in aftershocks.

With a lazy smile, Aaron looked down at you. He held you by your arms, gently lifting you up before pulling you into a warm embrace.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your head.

He held you steady against him as he reached out to grab a cup of coffee from the machine. He brought the cup to his mouth, taking a sip.

“The coffee’s cold. How about a round two?”

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rafayelxsylusho · 1 month ago

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🍎 Horny thoughts #5🐡

CalebxMCxRafayel

Tw: smut

Headers: @bc.lay on Tik Tok

"Hey Raf, y/n has something to tell you"

Caleb puts the phone by your mouth and all you can do is whimper from the need to breathe so he pulls the phone back to his ear and speaks in a teasing tone.

"Whoa there, Raf my bad, she can't talk with my dick down her throat but I think what she meant to say is...if you don't hurry your ass over here in the next 5 minutes, our princess is gonna cum without you. Isn't that right, pipsqueak?"

Caleb tilts your head back further, forcing you to look up at him with tear filled eyes as he starts to fuck into your mouth with shallow thrusts.

"Less than five minutes, I'll be there in three"

Caleb tosses the phone carelessly onto the bed, the call with Rafayel ending abruptly. His focus is on your mouth enveloping his throbbing cock as he continues to thrust into your eager mouth. The sound of you gagging and choking on his length fills the room, mixed with the squelching of drool staining the sheets beneath you.

"Fuck, just like that pipsqueak," Caleb grunts, one hand fisting in your hair while the other grips your chin, holding you in place.

Caleb feels your nose flare as you try to breathe through it, inhaling deeply each time he pauses briefly at the back of your throat. Your cheeks hollow as you suck eagerly, tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh. The sensation is exquisite, your mouth a tight, wet paradise that he never wants to leave.

"That's it, princess," he encourages, His hips undulate in a slow, deep grind, stirring his thick length in the tight clutch of your throat. "You're doing so well, taking me so deep. Such a good girl."

He glances up sharply at the sound of the door slamming open, his concentration broken just as he teeters on the brink of climax. He sees Rafayel storming in but he doesn't stop his thrusts, though, determined to finish what he started.

"Look who decided to join the party," Caleb drawls, not a hint of shame or remorse in his voice.

"Not fair Caleb..."

"Life's not fair, Raf," Caleb retorts, voice strained as he continues to fuck your face with short, sharp jabs.

"You can't just - ah!" Rafayel cuts off with a sharp gasp as Caleb pulls you off his cock with a wet pop, a string of drool connecting your lips to the swollen head.

"Can't I?" Caleb taunts, rubbing the tip of his cock against your messy lips, smearing the saliva and pre cum across them. "I found her like this, Raf. Spread open and desperate for a cock. Finders keepers, losers weepers, remember?"

Caleb pulls you up by your hair until you're kneeling on the bed, tears and drool streaking your face. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest as he grins at Rafayel.

"But don't worry. There's plenty to go around. Isn't that right, pipsqueak?" Caleb doesn't wait for an answer, instead he captures your lips in a filthy kiss, tongue delving into your mouth. He swallows your whimpers and moans, putting on a show for Rafayel.

Caleb breaks the kiss and turns to face Rafayel, he keeps you pinned against his chest, one hand wrapped around your throat while the other grips your hip possessively.

"Strip," Caleb orders Rafayel "And get your ass over here."

Rafayel's face flushes a deep shade of red, but he complies, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His pants and underwear follow quickly, leaving him bare, his own impressive erection bobbing as he stalks closer to the bed.

Caleb grins in satisfaction as Rafayel approaches, and with a sudden push, he forces you down onto your hands and knees on the mattress. The new position causes you to gasp, back arching as your legs are spread wider, putting your dripping cunt on full display. Caleb takes advantage of the new angle, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance with each roll of his hips.

Rafayel climbs up the bed and kneels in front of you. "Look at that greedy little pussy, Raf," Caleb taunts, reaching down to collect some of the slick arousal dripping down your thighs. He brings his coated fingers up to Rafayels lips, "Taste how badly she needs it. How badly she needs us."

Rafayel's eyes widen as Caleb's fingers, slick with your arousal, push past his lips. The taste explodes on his tongue, and he can't help but let out a muffled moan around his fingers. At the same time, Caleb thrusts forward, spearing into your cunt with a groan. Your walls clench down around him, hot, tight and perfect.

Caleb chuckles, relishing the sight of Rafayel tasting your essence, feeling your walls flutter around his length. He leans in close to Rafayel's ear, voice a low rumble. "She's taking my cock so well, Raf. Her little cunt is sucking me in, begging to be filled. Isn't that right, princess?"

Caleb slams his hips forward, driving his fat cock even deeper. The sudden movement sends you lurching forward, bringing your face level with Rafayel's cock as he kneels before you. You find yourself staring at the glistening drop of precum beading at the tip of his cock, your mouth watering at the sight.

You can't help but swipe your tongue across the sensitive head of his cock, lapping up the drop of precum.

Caleb hisses in pain as Rafayel's teeth sink into his fingers, yanking his hand back "Careful, you know better than to use your teeth," he warns.

Caleb fists a hand in your hair and pushes your head forward, forcing your lips to wrap around the head of Rafayel's cock. He holds you there, not letting you pull back as he pushes more of Rafayel's length into your mouth, making you take him deeper.

"Show him how it's done, pipsqueak," Caleb growls, slowly feeding you inch after inch of Rafayel's thick shaft. "Show him how to use his mouth"

Rafayel's grip tightens on the sheets, fingers twisting the fabric as pleasure crashes over him from the feel of your hot mouth around his cock. He lets out a choked whimper, hips twitching with the urge to thrust faster, but he restrains himself, knowing Caleb is in charge right now.

“You’re not doing it right,” Rafayel hisses, “you should fuck her faster.”

"Oh, I’m doing it wrong? But she is sooooo wet right now, Ugh, and this feels so fucking good, too"

"Cutie, tell him to stop… This isn’t fair”

"She’s so fucking tight, Raf… God, she’s milking my cock right now…”

Caleb's body drapes over your back like a heavy blanket. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, "Your throat's already sore from taking my cock, isn't it princess?"

One of his hands slides down your side, tracing the curve of your waist, the flare of your hip. He grips your hip, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he rocks into you from behind, stirring your insides.

You pull off Rafayels cock and suck in a sharp breath "Yes it is, wanna take over for me?"

Caleb smirks and leans in closer, bringing his face mere inches from Rafayel's throbbing cock, now slick with your saliva.

"My pleasure, princess," Caleb purrs, hot breath ghosting over Rafayel's sensitive flesh. He turns to Rafayel, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Poor thing looks like it needs more attention, doesn't it? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

With that, Caleb leans forward pushing your head to the mattress and drags his tongue along the underside of Rafayel's shaft in a slow lick. He starts at the base, tracing the thick vein running along the length, before swirling his tongue around the swollen head, lapping up the mix of your saliva and Rafayel's leaking precum.

All the while, he never stops moving behind you, hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his cock driving deep. The stimulation has you seeing stars, a strangled moan escaping your lips as you watch Caleb worship Rafayel's cock with his mouth.

Rafayel drags a hand up to cover his face, fingers splaying over his mouth as a groan tears from his throat. "Fuck, Caleb..." he gasps, hips bucking reflexively at the intense sensation.

Caleb takes Rafayel's reaction as encouragement. He parts his lips and takes the head of his cock into his mouth again, suckling gently at first before taking him deeper, until he feels the tip of Rafayel's dick hitting the back of his throat.

"Fuck this is good...Caleb baby, he likes it rough, use lots of pressure on his tip, you can use your teeth a little and make sure to hollow your cheeks when you pull back"

Caleb pulls off Rafayel's cock with a lewd pop and looks up at Rafayel, eyes glinting with determined light as he takes your advice to heart. A smirk tugs at his mouth.

"Gotta give the people what they want, right?" Caleb murmurs, before diving back in. This time, he takes Rafayel deep in one smooth motion, nose pressing against his pelvis as he swallows around him. He suckles hard, cheeks hollowing as he pulls back, teeth grazing lightly along the sensitive flesh.

He sets a fast, rough pace, bobbing his head in time with the sharp snaps of his hips behind you. He focuses his attentions on the tip of Rafayel's cock each time he pulls back, tongue flicking out to tease the weeping slit before his teeth catch and tug lightly at the frenulum. He keeps you filled and stretched, your body rocking with the force of his thrusts.

Rafayel throws his head back, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as the new intensity of sensations overwhelms him. His hands fist in Caleb's short hair, gripping tight "Oh fuck, oh shit, Caleb!" he pants, thighs trembling with the effort of holding back.

"That's it, such a good boy. He is getting close Caleb, keep going. I'm gonna cum too."

He takes Rafayel as deep as he can, nose pressed against his pelvis, and sucks HARD. His cheeks concave sharply as he pulls back, tongue lashing over the sensitive head before his teeth catch and tug, sending Rafayel over the edge.

Caleb looks up at Rafayel, purple eyes shining with lust and satisfaction as he sees the pleasure contorting his features. He holds your hips bruisingly tight, pulling you back onto his cock as he drives into you.

As Caleb feels your walls clamp down around him, your body shaking and shuddering through the force of your climax, he lets out a groan around Rafayel's cock. The sound is muffled but no less intense.

Caleb's own hips jerk and stutter, losing rhythm as his orgasm crashes over him. He buries himself as deep inside you as possible, the thick head of his cock flaring and pulsing against your battered cervix as he paints your insides with his release. He works his hips in shallow thrusts, grinding against that special spot inside you, drawing out your climax.

Caleb releases Rafayel's cock from his mouth and without warning, he turns your head towards him, hand gripping your chin firmly. You gasp as you feel the cool air hit your lips before they crash against Caleb's, his tongue pushing into your mouth.

You realize his intent just as he pulls back slightly, allowing you to see the thick glob of Rafayel's cum on his tongue. With a smirk, Caleb pushes his tongue forward, the pearly liquid sliding from his mouth to yours.

"Swallow, princess," Caleb commands huskily

You obediently close your lips around Caleb's tongue, feeling Rafayel's cum slide from his mouth to yours. Its thick and slightly bitter on your tongue as you let it pool briefly before swallowing, your throat working to gulp down every drop.

Caleb watches your throat bob when you swallow. He can feel Rafayel shudder behind him, likely just as affected by the erotic sight. Caleb's eyes are dark with satisfaction, admiring the way your cheeks flush and your chest heaves with labored breaths.

Rafayel lets out a breathless laugh, still trying to come down from the high of his orgasm. "We are a bunch of fucking freaks, aren't we?"

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blueberrisdove-sideblog · 3 months ago

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　ུᩧ　 THE OLDER THE BETTERRRR !

₊˚ෆ tws : dilf mydei x fem!reader. nsfw/smut, creampie, clit play, clit slapping, dumbification, pet-names, dacryphilia, boob obsessed mydei, overstimulation, size kink, mentions of reader drooling, age gap, degradation, man handling, aftercare, slight fluff, multiple of rounds, body worship and praise kink.

₊˚ෆ synopsis : You should’ve known better than to follow Mydei home. That deep voice, those sharp golden eyes, the smirk that spelled trouble—you were his before he even laid a hand on you. Now, you’re beneath him, wrecked and trembling as he fucks you open, every slow thrust leaving you dazed and drooling, lost in his teasing words and the pleasure he drags out of you. (Modern au)

₊˚ෆ note : not proof read. header is a doujinshi and you can find it on X/Twitter from : sakuranotomoru !! also I wrote this half asleep.

You should’ve known what you were getting into when you followed Mydei home.

The way he looked at you across the café table, the way his deep, smooth voice wrapped around his words like he already had you figured out—it was enough to make your mind hazy before he even laid a hand on you.

Now, you were here, stretched out on his bed, your body trembling beneath him. His hands, large and firm, roamed your skin with possessive ease, his golden eyes drinking in every inch of you.

“Such a pretty thing,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. “Didn’t think you’d be this sensitive. Just a little touch, and you’re already shaking.”

You whimpered, barely able to respond. Your thoughts had melted the moment Mydei had started touching you, his fingers expertly teasing your clit, slow and deliberate. His size alone overwhelmed you, his body covering yours completely as he loomed over you, his broad chest firm and warm against your skin.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?” he teased, dragging his fingers through your slick folds before pressing a thumb against your clit again, making you jolt. “Can’t even answer me? Is it too much?”

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper. Your lips were parted, a thin string of drool trailing down your chin as your mind turned into nothing but static under his touch. Mydei clicked his tongue.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled, low and pleased, “You really are dumb for me, huh?”

You didn’t even care how embarrassing it was—you were dumb for him. Everything he did felt too good, too intense. His fingers were thicker than anyone’s you’d ever had, stretching you open with ease, pressing against the deepest parts of you. And he wasn’t even inside yet.

Your back arched as his thumb circled your clit again, this time with more pressure. The sensation sent a fresh wave of pleasure rolling through you, and you whined, grabbing at his wrist in desperation.

“Too much—” you gasped, legs trembling.

“Too much?” Mydei repeated, tilting his head. "You're already making such a mess, and I’ve barely even started."

He pressed a soft kiss against your cheek, deceptively sweet, before his other hand came up to wipe away the tear that had slipped down your face. His thumb smeared the wetness across your cheek, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

“Crying already? Thought you could handle this,” he cooed mockingly.

Your response was a choked sob, half-pleasure, half-overwhelmed, as he pressed his fingers deeper inside you, curling just right. You felt lightheaded, pleasure building too fast, too sharp.

“Mydei—” you gasped, your body tightening around him.

“Shhh,” he hushed, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart. You don’t need to think. Just let me use this pretty little body, yeah?”

His words made your walls flutter around his fingers, and Mydei chuckled at how easy you were to read. “Oh? You like that? Being my dumb little thing, just here to feel good?”

You nodded weakly, your mind blanking out completely as another wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your body trembled under him, mouth falling open in a silent cry.

“That’s it,” Mydei murmured, his pace never slowing. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you need me.”

Your release hit you hard, your body jerking, breath stuttering as the pleasure washed over you. But Mydei didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving, coaxing you through it, overstimulating you as you writhed beneath him.

“Too much,” you whimpered, eyes hazy with tears, legs twitching.

“I know, sweetheart,” he cooed, but there was no mercy in his voice. "But I’m not done with you yet.”

And as he finally pulled his fingers out, only to replace them with the thick press of his cock, you realized he meant it.

Your body felt like it was floating—weightless, boneless, completely wrecked—and Mydei had only just started.

His fingers left you empty, leaving a desperate ache behind. Your walls fluttered around nothing, your body still twitching from your last orgasm, and yet, when he pressed the thick head of his cock against your entrance, another needy whimper slipped from your lips.

“That’s a good girl,” Mydei murmured, his voice smooth, approving. He rolled his hips forward just enough to tease you, letting you feel the impossible stretch that was about to come. “Look at you. So fucked out already, and I haven’t even given you my cock yet.”

You could barely process his words, your brain foggy with pleasure, but the feeling of him pushing inside you was all-consuming. He was big—of course he was—and the stretch made your thighs tremble around his waist.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he groaned, his voice raspier now, roughened by restraint. “You’re squeezing me so tight. You’re gonna let me fit, aren’t you?”

You gasped, barely nodding, tears welling in your eyes again as he pushed deeper, filling you inch by inch. His cock stretched your pussy open so perfectly, so overwhelmingly, that for a moment, all you could do was clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Mydei whispered, his lips grazing your temple. “Your pussy’s drooling all over me, sweetheart. You were made to take me.”

A broken moan escaped your lips. The feeling of him stretching you, of him owning the space inside you, made your mind slip further into the haze. You could feel yourself spiraling—thoughts slipping away, leaving nothing but the pleasure, nothing but him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Mydei praised, rolling his hips forward again, sinking deeper. “Give in. Don’t think, just feel.”

Your body obeyed him before your mind could even catch up. Every inch of you belonged to him now—every moan, every twitch, every tear that spilled down your cheek as he finally bottomed out inside you, his cock stretching you to your limit.

“There we go,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips, keeping you steady. “So full now, huh? Look at you, stuffed so perfectly.”

Your head lolled to the side, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, your body completely limp beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so cute like this,” Mydei murmured, his thumb reaching up to wipe the wetness from your chin, his expression dark with satisfaction. “Already gone for me. Just a dumb little thing, huh?”

You whimpered, nodding weakly, and Mydei smirked.

“Good girl.”

And then he moved.

His first thrust was slow but deep, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, making you sob at the sheer intensity of it. His cock dragged along every sensitive spot inside you, the stretch making your walls clench down on him instinctively.

“Tch,” he clicked his tongue, voice filled with amusement and something darker—something possessive. “Squeezing me so tight, sweetheart. It’s like your body doesn’t want to let me go.”

Your only response was a choked sob, your walls fluttering around him as he dragged his cock out agonizingly slow before sinking back in, deeper this time, hitting a spot that made your vision blur.

“Oh, that’s the spot, isn’t it?” Mydei’s voice was velvety smooth, dripping with smug satisfaction. He kept his pace slow, teasing, letting you feel every inch of him as he stretched you open again and again. “You’re already cock-drunk, and I’ve barely even fucked you yet.”

You whined, the pleasure too much and not enough at the same time. Your nails dug into his shoulders, as if holding onto him would keep you grounded, but Mydei wasn’t letting you have control. No—he owned this moment, owned you, and he made sure you felt it.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he coaxed, his thumb brushing away the fresh tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“I—I—” Your words crumbled the second he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt, making you cry out. Your mind was blank, reduced to nothing but the feeling of him—his cock splitting you open, his weight pressing you into the mattress, the rough drag of his breath as he restrained himself from outright ruining you.

“Poor thing,” Mydei cooed, his tone mockingly sweet as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, his hips meeting yours with a sharp smack. “Too dumb to even talk now?”

Your back arched, a garbled whimper spilling from your lips as pleasure overtook you completely. You felt the wet heat of drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, your body limp and pliant beneath him.

Mydei’s golden eyes darkened as he took in the sight. “Look at you, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice thick with approval. His thumb swiped along your lower lip, collecting the slick before pushing it back into your mouth. “Such a mess. So fucking cute when you fall apart for me.”

The sound you made was desperate, wrecked, and Mydei groaned, his control snapping. His pace turned rougher, deeper, hungrier, his hips grinding against yours with each thrust. You felt everything—the stretch, the fullness, the way his cock nudged that perfect spot inside you over and over again, sending waves of heat flooding your veins.

“Mydei—!” His name broke from your lips in a sob as the coil in your stomach tightened, pleasure crashing over you so intensely that your whole body trembled.

“Good girl,” Mydei growled, feeling the way your walls clenched around him, your pussy pulsing as you came hard around his cock. But he didn’t stop. If anything, he sped up.

The overstimulation was immediate, your body shuddering as his fingers found your clit again, circling it with firm, calculated strokes. “One more, sweetheart. I know you can give me one more.”

You shook your head, gasping, tears spilling freely now. “Too—too much—”

Mydei leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he purred, “You can take it.” His voice was commanding, his pace relentless as he fucked you through the aftershocks, dragging out your pleasure until you were babbling, lost in it.

Your body tensed again, that unbearable heat coiling inside you too fast, too much, but Mydei didn’t let up.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his own voice strained, his grip tightening on your hips as his thrusts grew erratic. “Cum for me again, sweetheart. Give it to me.”

You had no choice but to obey. Your second orgasm ripped through you, even stronger than the first, leaving you sobbing in pleasure as your whole body shook beneath him. Your vision blurred, stars dancing behind your eyes, and you barely registered the deep, guttural groan Mydei let out as he finally spilled inside you, his cock pulsing with each wave of his release.

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, the lingering echoes of pleasure still humming between you. Mydei kept himself buried inside you for a moment, his hands smoothing over your trembling body, grounding you as you came back down from the high.

“Shhh,” he murmured, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. “You did so good for me, sweetheart.”

You barely had the energy to respond, your body spent, your mind hazy, but the warmth of Mydei’s embrace was enough to lull you into something soft, something safe.

And as he pulled you close, tucking you against his chest, one thing was clear—this wasn’t the last time.

You didn’t know how long you laid there, pressed against Mydei’s chest, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Your skin was warm, oversensitive, and yet you didn’t want to move. His hands, broad and steady, traced slow, soothing circles along your back, grounding you in a way that made your heart ache.

He was still inside you, still sitting so perfectly against you, as if he belonged there. As if you belonged to him.

And maybe you did.

The thought sent a flicker of something nervous through your chest, something that made you hesitate before you spoke, voice hoarse from crying and moaning his name.

“You’re too old for me, Mydei.”

His body went still, just for a second. Then he chuckled, the deep, velvety sound vibrating through your bones. “Oh? That’s what you're thinking about now?”

You felt his smirk before you saw it, the way his lips brushed against your temple, the way his arms tightened around you, as if daring you to pull away.

“Yes,” you huffed, though it was hard to sound serious when your voice was so weak, so utterly spent from everything he’d done to you. “You are.”

Mydei tilted your chin up, making you meet his gaze. His golden eyes glowed in the dim light, sharp with amusement and something far more dangerous.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb stroking over your kiss-swollen lips, “If I’m too old for you, why are you still lying here, all warm and satisfied in my arms?”

You opened your mouth, but no answer came—not when his fingers slid lower, trailing down your waist, over your hips, reminding you of just how easily he had wrecked you.

His smirk widened. “That’s what I thought.”

You should argue. You should remind him that the age gap was there, undeniable.

But the way he looked at you, the way his hands owned your body, the way he had just pulled you apart and put you back together again—how could you even deny it?

“…Shut up,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up.

Mydei chuckled again, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your jaw, his lips trailing lower, teasing.

“Make me, sweetheart.”

And just like that, your exhaustion melted away.

Because you knew he wasn’t done with you yet.

And you knew—despite everything—you didn’t want him to be.

You barely had a moment to recover before Mydei moved again, his lips trailing down your jaw, then lower, ghosting over your collarbone with lazy intent. His hands, large and warm, smoothed over your waist before sliding up, cupping your breasts with an appreciative hum.

“You know,” he murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your throat, “I’ve been holding back.”

You barely had time to process what he meant before he squeezed, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, making you whimper. Your whole body twitched, still sensitive from everything he had put you through, but that only seemed to amuse him.

“So fucking perfect,” Mydei groaned, his fingers kneading your soft flesh as his lips followed, trailing wet, hungry kisses down to your chest. “Could touch you for hours and never get tired of this.”

You whined, trying to squirm away, but he just tightened his grip, pressing you further into the bed.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled darkly, finally dragging his tongue over your nipple, flicking it before pulling it into his mouth. You gasped, back arching as the heat in your core sparked again, too fast, too soon.

“Too sensitive,” you whimpered, voice barely above a breath.

Mydei just smirked against your skin, pulling away with a wet pop before rolling his tongue over the swollen bud again, teasing. “You can handle it,” he murmured. “You were made to handle me.”

You shuddered as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same slow, thorough attention. His hands squeezed and kneaded, his mouth warm and wet, sucking bruises into the soft flesh, claiming you in a way that made your head spin.

“Fuck,” he growled, pulling back just enough to admire his work—the way your nipples were puffy and wet from his mouth, the way your chest rose and fell with every shaky breath. “So pretty when you’re like this. All needy and soft for me.”

You bit your lip, trying not to let another whimper slip, but Mydei wasn’t having it. His fingers pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers, making you gasp.

“There she is,” he cooed, pleased. “My pretty little thing.”

You felt lightheaded again, completely at his mercy, your body responding to his every touch like it belonged to him.

And judging by the way he looked at you, eyes dark with hunger as he leaned in to capture your lips in another deep, slow kiss—

You had a feeling he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon.

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Breakfast Served | MYG x f.Reader x JJK

“You and Yoongi like to start your morning early, while Jungkook loves to sleep in. Which is perfect because it means that you can wake him up with breakfast in bed. With Jungkook being the breakfast, of course.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader x Jungkook

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Domestic Fluff, Smut

Warnings: the coziest morning ever, they are the cutest and hottest throuple ever, soft Dom but very hungry!Yoongi, switch!Reader, subbiest!Kook, cuddly & horny!Yoongi, neck licking & biting, he eats her out on the couch for breakfast, then they decide to wake koo, blowjob (koo receiving), ball sucking & fondling, at one point he hisses at her hahaha, but then they share his dick & balls, deep throating, nipple play & sucking, anal fingering, koo has sensitive nipples, and a sensitive dick, and a sensitive hole, and a sensitive body, koo = sensitive babyboy, lots of drool, subby boy tears, praise, loving dirty talk, begging, multiple intense orgasms, prostate & nipple orgasms too ofc, cum & squirt swallowing, the softest aftercare, koo is deep in subspace, whenever i think of this throuple i vibrate

Wordcount: 6.1k

a/n: yet again, this is an idea by one of you for kinktober24. the person wanted them to wake koo with oral <3 you besties really came through with your ideas :') i fucking love this throuple so much you have no idea. also this header is my baby fr ps: i listened to sex music and had gael audios in another tap and let me tell you, this beamed me into another dimension of delulu craze fadsfj i need to bone yoonkoo fr

Yoongi took you and Jungkook on a trip again. Of course he did because spoiling his two loves rotten is his biggest joy in life.

This time around, he didn’t pick such a hot place for Jungkook’s sake. The poor man had a hard time on the last throuple trip, spending most of his vacation next to a fan or in the water. Yoongi didn’t want this life again and so he chose Busan for this trip's destination. The outskirts of Busan to be more exact where the city blends into the seaside and life is just a little calmer. Jungkook really loves it because he can take you around the town he grew up in. You and Yoongi love it as well. The Korean countryside is beautiful in the spring.

Yoongi was already out of bed when you woke up and Jungkook slumbered deeply enough that not even an explosion could have woken him, so you decided to get up and seize the day.

Yoongi rented a hanok for your holiday stay. The kitchen was located on the other side of the three square house. You go to the bathroom first then head straight to the kitchen. The scent of coffee and breakfast greets you and as you cross the corner, the view of Yoongi in comfortable clothing meets your eyes. Grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. The sweatpants are just baggy enough to hug the right spots and the t-shirt is just tight enough to really accentuate his figure. His hair is unstyled, but tied into a messy bun. He has his back turned to you.

Feeling cheeky, you decide that today is finally the day you will get your revenge for all the times he scared you in the past. You tiptoe to him. Any second now. Oh, you can’t wait to scare him. One. Two.

“You know that I’ve been able to hear you the moment you got out of bed, right?” Yoongi stops you.

“Not cool, you’re a total party pooper”, you whine, sagging your shoulders.

Yoongi chuckles, turning around. He pulls you in those last few steps and kisses your neck.

“It was a good attempt though. I loved the effort you put into sneaking. It was adorable.”

“Shut up, I’m not talking to you anymore”, you grumble, nudging his chest.

“A shame, ‘cause I’d have told you how fucking cute you are in the morning”, he rasps and squeezes your butt playfully.

You huff out air and pout, frowning.

“Fine okay, okay”, he gives up in a laugh. “Leave again and I’ll pretend that I can’t hear you.”

“Haha funny, you stinker.”

He snickers, leaning in to nibble on your neck, “you’re the stinker. With your morning breath.”

“Wow, shut up. Way to ruin my confidence and totally annihilate any chance of feeling attractive”, you complain in a disbelieved laugh, trying to wrestle him off of you.

Yoongi however doesn’t accept it, pushing you against the kitchen counter. His right hand is grasping your hip, his left hand is cradling the nape of your neck.

“You’re attractive. You drive me fucking crazy”, he purrs and deepens the intensity of his neck kisses to the point where you can’t decide whether you want to giggle from giddiness or straight up moan.

“Yoongi, this is…ahm…” You shiver. “Yoongi…”

“Crazy. Hear me? Fucking crazy”, Yoongi says, grazing his fangs over your skin without piercing it.

His love bites are very effective, soon making you whine and shudder.

“Stop it, please. It’s a lot”, you plead, lifting your shoulders to your ears shyly.

“Mhm, sorry. You’re just so cute”, he purrs and pecks your cheek. He steps back, turning to the breakfast.

“You can’t do that. My neck is tingly now”, you whine, tracing the spots he kissed.

“I can do what I want.”

He makes your heart race. He seems to be hungry this morning and that means he is clingy. You fucking love when he’s in such a mood. You slap his butt because it looks really good in the sweats.

“Hey”, he complains, but stays unbothered otherwise.

“I’ll get you one day, rest assured and then you’ll see what being a tease gets you.”

“Good luck trying” he is chuckling, “but if you do, I’ll give you a medal.”

“Good. Be prepared to give me a big one.”

He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. You round him so you can prepare tea. He sneaks love drunk glances at you. It is still such a gloomy morning, but you are glowing regardless. At least in his eyes you are. You light up this foggy, grey day and his world in the process.

“Did you sleep well, princess?”

“I did. I love the bed here, it’s so cozy.”

“It is.”

“And you? I didn’t hear you wake up.”

“I slept well too. I was already at the market. I hope you like mackerel for breakfast. I’m making something traditional.”

“This sounds amazing. Thank you for cooking, my love.”

“It’s nothing. Is Kook still sleeping?”

“Like a dead person, pun intended. A building could collapse next to him and he wouldn’t wake up.”

“Well, I guess we just have to eat breakfast without him then.”

“Yes please, because I’m starving and I can’t wait till one for him to wake up.”

“You think he’s gonna sleep in again?”

“I mean, he was the one who stayed up till six again. I noticed when he crawled into bed and then instantly passed out. I wouldn’t be surprised if he sleeps in again.”

“Right. What a rascal. I wonder what he does all night.”

“Probably the same things you do when you get up at, like, five.”

Yoongi laughs, “you’re very wrong for this. I woke up at six thirty today and then stayed in bed till seven.”

“Wow, you really treated yourself today, didn’t you?”

“Just sit down and let me serve you breakfast, you fucking flirt”, he says and slaps your butt.

“Ah, hey. I wasn’t even flirting.”

“Yeah you were. Don’t tell me that the cute bickering you’re doing isn’t flirting.”

“You were the one who basically munched on my neck.”

“See?” He growls playfully, pulling you close to nibble on your jawline. “Bickering. Drives me crazy.”

“Yoongi please…I can’t stay normal when you kiss me like this…”

“I don’t see a problem here.”

“Well I do”, you laugh, fleeing him with minimal effort, “I’m hungry and when I’m hungry, I get cranky.”

“Right. Sorry.” He steps back. “Sit down, I’m bringing the food.”

You sit down with wobbly knees because he really gets you hot today. Yoongi is an affectionate person, even if he always says that he isn’t, but today he is different. He normally never touches your butt as often as he did and he is also not as obviously smitten for you to the point where he seems needy.

It makes you hot to be frank.

To make matters even more obvious, he hugs you from the back after serving your breakfast. Which he literally never does.

“Enjoy it, my princess”, he whispers, kissing your neck.

He breaks away and sits down opposite of you, resting his chin on his hands to gaze at you.

“Are you horny?” you ask him.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you’re acting really clingy today.”

“Am I not allowed to?”

“Of course you are. It’s just not like you.”

“I’m never horny. You and Kook are always the ones horny and I gotta take care of it.”

You laugh, “you’re such a bullshitter, it’s insane.”

Yoongi grins boyishly, fluttering his lashes.

“You’re definitely horny”, you mumble and begin eating the delicious breakfast. It is very delicious. Yoongi is such a great cook.

“Would it be so bad if I was?” he asks, studying you with a giddy heart. He loves watching you eat the food he meticulously prepared for you. It fills him with so much joy to know that you are eating well.

“No, I’m just wondering why. You rarely get like this.”

“I’m happy”, he confesses and smiles softly, “I woke up this morning and you were in my arms and Kook was there too. The sun was out when I walked the streets. I greeted people, it was nice. And it just hit me. I’m happy.”

“You liked the sunlight? And talked to people?”

“Mhm, it was nice.” Yoongi furrows his brows. “Why are you looking at me like this?”

“I’m just happy, my love. Seeing you healed, makes me so happy for you”, you reach over the table to hold his hand. He instantly gives your hand a squeeze, smiling prettily.

“I never believed you when you talked about how I’ll get it one day. I thought it was bullshit, that I won’t feel different when I’m healed. But I get it now and I look back at myself and, fuck, I was so mentally broken. It’s insane that I was this person once.”

“Oh Yoongi, you. I just have to give you a hug”, you gush, hurrying to him to squeeze him against you. “I’m so happy for you and so proud. Healing takes a lot of work, I’m so proud of you.”

Yoongi hums, snuggling into you with his eyes closed.

You kiss his head before you return to your spot. You pick up the chopsticks, digging into the delicious food he made.

“Also, breakfast is amazing. It’s insane.”

“That’s good. Eat a lot, princess.”

You wash up after breakfast while Yoongi cleans the kitchen.

He is still at it when you return.

“I like this shower, it has nice water pressure.”

Yoongi glances over at you, eyes getting caught at the view of you. Comfortable clothes, no makeup on and hair so effortlessly sexy. And you have never been more beautiful to him. Fuck, he is so into you.

“Now you pots, my enemies, I will clean you so good”, you say and put on the dishwashing gloves to get busy.

You don’t get very far. Yoongi hugs you from behind, slipping his hands under your shirt and kissing your neck. He rolls his hips against your ass, fingertips running over your skin greedily.

“I see someone’s still horny”, you chuckle, letting it happen gladly.

“Not horny. Happy. And hungry”, he flicks his tongue over your neck, eliciting a sigh from you.

You press back into him, shuddering when he grips your hips to guide them against his crotch. He isn’t hard, but fuck it feel so good to have him move you like this.

“You’re hungry? Why didn’t you eat breakfast too?”

“Cause it’s not what I want.”

“What do you want then?”

“You”, his voice quivers as he speaks, showing you the urgency of his situation.

“Me?” You sigh out.

“Yeah. Please, can I have breakfast now?”

“You want me for breakfast?” you are acting oblivious on purpose to get him desperate.

“Yes, you.” He licks your neck, purring deeply. It melts you.

“Like. Metaphorically?”

“Don’t act daft”, he warns, giving your hips a warning squeeze.

You chuckle, “fine, you can”, you sigh, barely feeling normal.

“You make me the happiest man”, he says and turns you so he can pick you up and carry you to the living room couch.

Moments later you taste his needy kiss while his big hands feel you up urgently. Not far into the future and you are missing your panties while Yoongi is buried under your shirt to mouth at your tits.

The sun suddenly blinds you, shining directly onto your sweaty, pleasure glowing face. You peel your heavy eyes open, seeing blurry for a while because Yoongi made your eyes go cross. He is still going at it, keeping it exciting for you by switching it up. All he wants is to taste your body. He is happy exploring every inch of you. Currently however, he is on your pussy again, lapping up the masses of sweet pleasure you are leaking. His left hand grips your waist and keeps you pinned. He has two fingers of his right hand buried inside you, massaging your sensitive g-spot.

The phone is next to you. You fish for it and unlock it to check the time.

“Oh god Yoongi, it’s ten past one.”

He lifts his head, staring at you with ruby eyes.

“You’re on your phone? Now? When I do all this?” he sounds offended.

“Just wanted to check the time because I suddenly have sunlight on my face.”

“Mhm, just close your eyes”, he lulls, taking your clit between his lips to suck.

“You’re not helping”, you laugh.

Yoongi purrs and sucks more aggressively, curling his fingers inside you as he does, in his attempt to shut you up.

“Ah. Fuck. Yoongi, this is…” You grip his hair and twist, losing yourself a moment later.

You moan his name, arching your back. It doesn’t lose its charm. No matter how many fucking times Yoongi throws you over the edge, it won’t ever stop feeling good.

The problem however with Yoongi is that he is a Glutton (pun intended) and he can’t accept when this good starts to feel like too much. So when you tug on his hair to stop him, he grumbles in distaste, trying to steal more licks.

“Please Yoongs, I can’t go anymore”, you whine, squirming away.

“Sorry”, he murmurs, kissing his way to your lips along your bared body, “sorry, is hard to stop. You okay?”

“Yeah, just don’t go near my clit again.”

He chuckles, mouthing at your jawline.

“You’re so yummy. Sorry. Oh god, I want more.”

“Seriously, you’re so greedy.”

“More. Please”, he begs so sweetly, giving you puppy eyes.

“No, sorry. I genuinely can’t go again”, you say and caress his cheeks. They are covered in black veins because you really have him feeling needy.

“Fuck.”

“But what if you feed on Koo?”

“Koo?”

“Mhm. It’s already so late and he loves being woken up with sex. I bet you’d get so much out of it.”

Yoongi moans, melting in your palms.

“You like this idea?”

“I do, but only if you do it with me.”

“Oh trust me, I will.”

“Come. Come”, he insists and drags you off the couch with him.

You follow him with a whined chuckle, “please, I’m sensitive. You need to take my poor pussy into consideration.”

“We’re almost there.”

“You’re not helping.”

Jungkook’s situation hasn’t changed much except that he is now conveniently laying on his back and he kicked a pillow to the ground. His snores seem to be louder as well, which the bent angle of his neck would explain.

“Sometimes I wonder if he is actually comfortable”, Yoongi says.

“He definitely sleeps in very unique positions” you agree.

“Mhm. Doesn’t matter”, Yoongi pulls you into a kiss, reminding you of what truly counts.

You fall into the moment deeply and soon you find yourself pinned down on the bed with Jungkook slumbering beside you and Yoongi on your neck.

“I want you. I fucking want you”, he is whispering, voice contorted in hunger and need. “Not enough. More. I want more.”

“Kook’s right there, baby”, you sigh.

Yoongi purrs deeply and slips off you. He inches closes to Jungkook in a predator like way, eyes sharp and piercing and mouth parted to give view of his dripping fangs.

He climbs his lap and slides his hands under his head. It flops up and down as Yoongi pulls him closer, lying in his palms.

Yoongi mouths at Jungkook’s jawline, eyes dark in hunger. He is so tender and yet his need is obvious. His arms are tense because he physically has to restrain himself from lashing out. If he lets go just a little bit, he would crush his skull or pierce his neck.

“He smells so good”, Yoongi purrs then drags his wet tongue down Jungkook’s neck. He moans, eyelids fluttering and hips twitching on his lap.

Jungkook reacts with a quiet grunt and his right hand coming up to swipe Yoongi away. He scratches his neck afterwards, but is keeps sleeping.

Yoongi doesn’t let it stop him. Of course not. He skips Jungkook’s torso and goes straight for his cock. Well, sort of. First he needs to take off his clothes.

He struggles with it, which ends in you having to take over.

“How about you hold his hips up and I take them off?”

He meets your eyes, panting and drooling and yet he seems so smitten with you.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, then let’s do it.”

Together, your sweet love is undressed quickly and Yoongi can satisfy his unbearable hunger. He pushes Jungkook’s legs apart and kneels down between them. His big hands claim his dainty waist.

“Let me help you”, you offer and hold Jungkook’s soft and adorable cock so Yoongi can take him inside.

Oh how he does. He takes him inside completely, including your fingers because why the hell not. He eagerly suckles, eyes closing in bliss and fingers squeezing Jungkook’s waist.

The sleeping man seems to feel what is happening to him, but sleep is still too strong to release him. His throat produces the smallest of sounds and his fingers twitch next to his neck.

You look back at Yoongi’s mouth. His lips are so pink and puffy, closing around Jungkook’s dick and your fingers easily.

He is so warm inside. And wet. And soft.

“Is this helping?” you ask him, running your unoccupied hand through his messy hair. It is needless to mention that you managed to open his bun by now. Which isn’t a problem because it meant that you have to hold his hair back as he sucks cock and this is fucking hot.

Yoongi answers your question with a low hum and a nod of his head. Jungkook’s breath trembles and his cock hardens, but he still continues to sleep.

Yoongi moans, swirling his tongue around Jungkook’s swelling tip. He tastes so sweet and amazing, it’s exactly what he needs.

Jungkook whimpers. Just once. Nothing else because he is still sleeping.

“You look so sexy with his cock in your mouth.” You move your fingers in his mouth. “And my fingers.”

Yoongi purrs, slipping off Jungkook’s cock just to kiss you. He does it sloppily and almost just a little nasty. It is wet and messy and feeds you the taste of Jungkook’s cock. Which is a good taste because your lovers actually clean themselves thoroughly.

You barely even managed to figure out his rhythm and he is already gone again, back to sucking cock. Slightly dizzy, you catch yourself again, gulping down what he fed you.

“God baby, I wanna taste him too. Let’s share him”, you lull.

Yoongi shakes his head.

“Excuse me?” you snicker, “no?”

“O”, he mumbles, greedily stuffing his mouth with cock so he can hoard all of it for himself.

“Rude, you’re taking all of it for yourself”, you are teasing him, lowering yourself to playfully nudge him away.

Yoongi slips off and hisses at you like a cat, startling himself with it. He even shows you his fangs and scrunches his nose.

“Hey”, you complain, nudging his chin, “no hissing.”

His eyes switch back to human and widen. He looks shocked by what he did.

“Sorry.”

You snicker, “you’re never beating the cat allegations.”

“Shut up”, he mumbles shyly and hides away in Jungkook’s balls. This is his way of showing you that he is not going to be food aggressive anymore. How adorable.

“God, love. You’re so cute.”

“Shut up”, the words reach your ears distorted because he is nuzzled deep – fucking deep – in Jungkook’s balls. His nose is completely hidden and his mouth is covered by the angle. Yoongi seems to be in paradise, sniffling and groaning as he gets high on Jungkook’s smell.

“So hot, I love when you’re like this”, you confess and take what he leaves for you.

You spit on your own palm and wrap your hand around Jungkook’s cock. Yoongi’s feast already managed to give him a good amount of swelling and you want to get him fully there in your mouth. You keep your touch focused on his base, switching your gaze between Yoongi getting his high from Jungkook’s balls and sweet Jungkook getting more and more worked up.

He is already breathing so heavily and his brows are scrunched. His cheeks are slightly flushed and his delicate fingers twitch whenever you rub your thumb over his swollen vein.

“He’s breathing so heavily”, you let Yoongi know and sink Jungkook’s cock into your mouth.

The next few moments are religious. They truly are. To share Jungkook’s sweet cock with Yoongi is a meditative and spiritual experience. He is completely gone in the blissful embrace of his high, eyes constantly closed unless he wants to gaze at you. Which only gets him higher and droopier. And in return, you feel dizzy and fuzzy because Jungkook leaks the most intoxicating pleasure.

Yoongi flutters his eyes open again, meeting your mesmerised gaze. Like he already did once, he gives in to the pull and tongue kisses you with Jungkook’s tip between your mouths.

This isn’t the first time this is happening, but it still is so much more intense. You and he are drooling, letting it wet Jungkook’s pretty shaft and plumb balls. One of each your hands is on his cock and balls. You jerk him while Yoongi fondles his balls. And your other hands try to pull the other closer. You have it on Yoongi’s cheek, while Yoongi has his’ on the back of your head, pushing you closer and closer because he is in a state of total lightweightedness.

Jungkook is restless by now, hanging onto sleep by a threat. His nipples are so pointy and swollen, his chest is covered in flushed spots and his neck is slightly flushed as well. How cute it is that his honey skin goes a little pink if only you work him up properly.

But if you are being honest, waking him up has become unimportant to you and Yoongi. This is an act of selfish gluttony. You and he are doing this for yourselves, using Jungkook’s sweet body for your own greed.

And the greed doesn’t want to stop. Yoongi is manic, breaking the kiss and letting you taste his words.

“My fingers keep grazing his hole. I wanna be inside him.”

“I bet he’ll like it”, you encourage him.

“Princess…” he lulls, eyelids heavy and lips parted as he breathes in defeat. He is helpless, needing you to release him of his suffering.

“I’m getting the lube”, you say with a peck to his lips.

You sit up while Yoongi instantly takes Jungkook’s cock inside, moaning in bliss because he gets to have him after you did and that thought is like ecstasy to him. He slips him in until his lips sit at the base and his throat is bulging. There is no gag reflex, no need to adjust. Yoongi is cock drunk, gurgling on his swollen length happily.

“I love the noises you are making. God, Yoongi you should see Kook right now. His face is scrunched so prettily.”

Yoongi merely stretches out his hand, asking for lube this way.

“Okay fine, message received you greedy baby”, you tease him and smear a very healthy amount of lube on his middle and ring finger. Yoongi prefers these two fingers when he fingers someone. Unless they get really horny, then he likes including his pointer finger as well. For now two fingers are enough however.

You watch him because one of your biggest turn-ons is watching your lovers have sex. It gets you so fucking wet.

Yoongi slips off Jungkook’s cock so he can see what he is doing. He keeps his left hand around it, massaging it while he traces his pretty rim.

“He’s so soft”, his voice is coarse and deep, “and so relaxed.”

“I bet you can just slip in.”

He tries, biting his lower lip and scrunching his nose as he nods his head to let you know that he can indeed just slip it in.

“Fuck Yoongi, this is so hot”, you confess, blind to the way sweet Jungkook is writhing and fighting sleep.

Oh poor sweet Jungkook, how forgotten he is by you and Yoongi. How he is just a pretty body with pretty spots to play with. How greedy you and Yoongi truly are.

“I want him so bad”, Yoongi croaks and lowers himself back to his cock to bury him in his throat again. He purrs deeply, curling his fingers deep inside Jungkook’s warm walls.

Jungkook’s noises finally hit your ears again and so you turn to look at him.

“Aw he is so pretty. Gosh”, you coo, cradling his cheeks to caress them softly, “keep going, Yoongi love, he’s almost awake.”

Encouraged by your words, Yoongi makes it his job to wake his sweet boy. He concentrates his feast on Jungkook’s first few inches, licking and sucking them while he pumps his curled fingers in and out of his ready hole. He tries not to concentrate on how it feels to have his rim squeeze his fingers or how nice it feels to have it move and stretch around him. Just as he tries not to concentrate on his sweet taste and how heavenly he throbs on his tongue. If he concentrates too much on any of these things, he will go feral and therefore greedy. He can’t be greedy again, he needs his sweet boy to wake up. He needs to do this for him, not for his own gluttony.

Jungkook whimpers and gasps, eyelids fluttering more and more as his situation gets harder and harder to ignore.

“I know baby, I know. Wake up, that’s it baby, wake up”, you talk to him in a soft whisper, caressing his face. “I think he’s in the belief that he’s dreaming. His eyes are racing behind his lids”, you give Yoongi updates, making him purr around your boy’s sweet cock. This is too much for Jungkook.

He moans loudly, waking up with an arch of his back. He opens his eyes, meeting your gaze.

“___? ah-ah” he shudders, looking down at the reason for the intense pleasure. “Yoongi? Oh god. Ah.”

He whimpers, dropping his head and parting his lips. He grips the sheets, throbbing inside Yoongi’s warm mouth.

“Love, he is awake.”

Jungkook gasps and gasps and gasps, trying to make sense of what is happening to him. It doesn’t help that Yoongi is purring like crazy which sends vibrations through his cock.

“Good morning, sweetie”, you talk to Jungkook, playing with his hair while your other hand traces circles on his pecs, “we thought that it’s about time you wake up.”

Yoongi agrees in a purr, sucking the living soul out of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook mewls desperately, gripping the pillow for support.

“Ah yeah and Yoongi’s really hungry this morning.”

“I..can…feel…”

“Mhm you can. Is this nice for you?”

“Nice. Ah. Nice.”

Yoongi, encouraged by Jungkook’s sweet sighs, takes in more of him, curling his fingers right against his prostate.

“I….ah…..oh god…” Jungkook reaches down and grips Yoongi’s hair, scrunching his face.

“Yeah, he’s also inside you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Jungkook shakes his head vigorously, then presses his hand to his eyes, moaning like such a good boy.

“Keep making those sounds, baby”, you praise and lower your mouth to his nipples, wanting to make him feel eternal.

Quite frankly, Jungkook is still way too sleepy to be able to form words which results in the neediest and most overwhelmed sounds ever. He is made to be noisy, oh how sweet he sounds. Although his voice is relatively deep when he talks, he gets so squeaky when you play with him. Especially in the morning when his body is extra sensitive and his head is fuzzy.

Which only motivates you and Yoongi to do even better. How greedy you truly are. Even now when he is awake, Jungkook isn’t what is truly important but how sweet he sounds for you and Yoongi. His noises are what you need and everything you do is to get more of them. That it feels like actual paradise to Jungkook is nothing but a sweet side effect.

“I have to cum.”

He soon realises just how little he matters right now when he climaxes deep down Yoongi’s throat and it doesn’t slow him down. He soon realises what fate is his’ when the pleasure turns into overstimulation and Yoongi keeps going. He has to accept his situation when all the whining and squirming doesn’t get him a break, only Yoongi’s left hand around his waist and your leg thrown over it so you can pin him down together.

So he breathes to try and get through the burn. He breathes and makes sounds and grips the pillow because it hurts so much and Jungkook loves when it does.

He swears that his nipples might start leaking if you continue what you are doing, just as he fears that he might squirt down Yoongi’s throat because his cum only made Yoongi rougher.

“Fuck, please”, he gets out breathily, following it with an agonised whimper and a helpless squirm.

His creamy cum is covering his balls and parts of Yoongi’s hand. He knows that Yoongi does it on purpose. He can clean cock very well and if he is leaving a mess, it’s on purpose. This is to safe something for later. This is to keep his scent close, just as much as it is to remind him that he is Yoongi’s.

“Please, I have to cum again, please.”

Again, it doesn’t matter what this does to him. This is Yoongi’s feast and you are his accomplice. Jungkook is to climax and fill his lover’s tummy with his seed and he has to accept the fact that it won’t stop afterwards.

But it hurts so much. He is so sensitive.

“Please”, he begs, voice getting louder and louder because his own helplessness is stronger than the sleepiness. If he doesn’t get you and especially Yoongi to slow down, he will actually squirt in his mouth. Yoongi is pressing down right on his prostate too and his bladder is still so filled from sleep, Jungkook fears the mess he is going to make if this continues.

“Please, I’m sensitive please.”

He grips you, dimpling your arms where his fingers touch. It’s his last resort. His nipples are throbbing and wanting to burst and his lower body is both numb and unresponsive but also overstimulated and overactive.

“___ please help me”, he begs you, “please, I’m here. Please hear me, please.”

You slip off his nipples, letting your drool drip down on them. You straddle his waist and intertwine your hands with him.

“I hear you, babyboy.”

“I’m gonna squirt, please.”

“Okay, and?”

Jungkook sobs at the realisation. You don’t give two fucks about his situation. You don’t fucking care that Yoongi’s fingers in his ass feel like actual paradise while his mouth around his cock feels like torture. You don’t fucking care because you want him to make a mess.

“Don’t cry, babyboy.”

“It hurts.”

“Hush, give in to it. Give in and you’ll feel so good”, you coo and slip off him again to continue your feast. You keep his other nipple stimulated with your fingers, changing between them whenever you feel them throb.

Jungkook cries softly, writhing under you and curling his toes. Ever since he told you about his problem, Yoongi seems to be meaner than ever. He uses the cummy mess Jungkook made to bury his pointer finger in his ass right next to his other two fingers. The stretch is everything Jungkook needs which makes it so mean. Why is he so out on giving Jungkook so much pleasure? Why is he making him feel so good when he knows that it will end in Jungkook losing control over himself?

“Why are you doing this to me? Please, I’m sorry, please.”

Yoongi’s thumb presses against Jungkook’s taint. It’s like his prostate gets stimulated from inside and out, gaining in sensitivity because when his nipples get sucked, the pleasure goes straight to his prostate. And right now, you are having a feast with his dainty nipples, ruining him to his breaking point.

“I’m sorry”, Jungkook wails in a broken voice, losing control over his own body a second later. He mewls and sobs, voice sounding so strained and exhausted to produce a sound. He kicks and shakes, messing up the sheets in more ways than one.

Not that Yoongi allows a lot of the mess to spill. He is a master in cleaning cock after all and it is finally time to show off his skill. He slurps up every single droplet Jungkook offers him against his will, helping him release with hungry sucks. The kind of sucks that are so intense Jungkook fears that Yoongi might suck the soul out of him if he continues.

And the true agony is that he has no idea what feels the best. The prostate orgasm, the nipple orgasm or that one with his cock. It’s so fucking unfair that you and Yoongi give him all of them at the same time and he just has to take it eventhough it feels so, so overwhelmingly good.

“Please, you have to stop. I can’t go anymore”, he begs, voice broken just as much as his body is broken. He tugs on your arm, tries to tug on Yoongi’s hair. “Please I can’t anymore, please.”

To his actual surprise, it works. You lift your head with a happy purr, lips puffy and wet from your feast. His nipples are so swollen and bruised from what you did, the skin around them is a deep red. Yoongi follows a second later, slipping of him with a satisfied moan. He throws his head back aggressively enough to get his dirtied hair out of his face and slips his fingers out of Jungkook’s tensed hole. It makes his legs twitch as it happens and the tingles which remain are warm. Yoongi licks his fingers clean, running the same fingers through his hair afterwards as he joins your side.

So now you and he are towering over him, so obviously high from your feast and completely enamoured by him.

The view of you and Yoongi combined with the aftershocks of your touches force tears to Jungkook’s eyes.

“I can’t anymore”, he whimpers, snotty and sweaty and flushed.

“I know, you’re already done. We just needed you to give Yoongi everything. He’d have been cranky otherwise.” You soothe him, caressing his cheeks and temples, “you understand that, don’t you?”

“You fed me so well, babyboy. I know you were sensitive, but I needed to have you. It wasn’t personal, you know that don’t you?” Yoongi speaks in a loving voice, soothing him by fixing his hair with the fingers he had inside him moments before.

“You understand that, yes babyboy?”

“We need you to understand that, bunbun.”

Jungkook feels like you and Yoongi are trying to manipulate him, mess with his mind, get him under your shared control. And it’s ecstatic. He falls in the warm, fuzzy headspace you create, floating on cloud nine.

“I understand”, he lulls, eyelids suddenly so heavy and chest warm.

“Good boy, of course you do”, you praise and lean down to kiss his forehead.

“We’re so proud of you. What a good boy you are”, Yoongi praises and leans down to kiss his tears away.

Jungkook tingles. You and Yoongi are proud of him for understanding. Oh, he loves being manipulated by you and him.

“I feel dizzy”, he gets out, seeking your love by touching you. Or Yoongi. He can’t tell at first until he feels the distinct shape of Yoongi’s lower arm and he knows that it’s him.

“Let it happen. Just breathe and it’ll go away”, he consoles him, intertwining his hand with him to guide it to his lips and kiss his fingers and knuckles.

“Do you want me to make it better?” you offer.

“How?”

You get comfortable in the right position so Jungkook can snuggle into your bared breasts if he needs it.

He whimpers and puts his arm around you to pull you close. He takes the offer. Of course he does. This is like medicine to him.

“There we go. Relax, babyboy. You’re already done. We’re so proud of you.”

“So proud. You did so well, our good boy”, Yoongi agrees and makes it his job to clean Jungkook’s messy body while you help him come back to reality.

This is it, Jungkook thinks as he enjoys the warm and loving care he receives, this is his life and it’s epic.

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aemondsbabe · 2 years ago

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Little Love

summary: aegon comes to your chambers crying and needing comfort, but what happens when your husband walks in?

pairing: aemond targaryen x reader x aegon ii targaryen

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, mommy kink!! i cannot stress that enough!! astronomical amounts of titty suckin', nipple/breast play, oral (f receiving), handjob, fingering, piv, angst but happy ending, hand on throat but no choking, subby aegon, breeding kink, creampie, consensual threeway relationship, let me know if i missed any!

word count: 6k oops

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“Aww,” you coo softly, eyes filled with adoration as you study the man on your lap, “Are you mommy’s precious little baby? Hm?” You brush a silvery lock of hair off of his face, trailing your thumb over the light flush across his cheeks as your other hand rubs soothingly over one of his biceps.

Aegon hummed and nodded as best he could around your pert nipple, bright eyes lazily blinking up at you. One of your thumbs gently sweeps away tears from the corners of his eyes while you gently rock him as best you can, gazing at him with a smile. You stay quiet for a while, taking pleasure in the way he clings to you so needily, the way he’s looking at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.

You can’t help the sigh that leaves your lips at the feel of his warm mouth around your nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing at the sensitive skin as he carefully suckles it in his mouth. “Shh,” you whisper, calming Aegon when you see another wave of tears threatening to spill from his violet eyes, “I promise there is nothing to worry yourself over, my little prince,” you tell him softly, trying to squeeze him somehow closer to you, “Just rumors, nothing more.”

You couldn’t help but feel protective of Aegon, your heart twisting as you remember the state he was in at the beginning of the evening when he had first loudly burst into your chamber.

The fire in the hearth warmed your skin as you sat on the sofa in the small sitting area of yours and Aemond’s chambers, easily guiding the needle through the fabric of your embroidery as you hummed a song. With a sigh, you held the hoop up and tilted your head as you examined your work, nearly dropping it when you jumped at the sound of the heavy doors of your chambers crashing open.

You jumped up, whirling around to see who could’ve possibly been disturbing you in such a manner, already glaring before you’d even turned your head. Your narrowed eyes widened however when you saw Aegon striding toward you, a pained look on his face.

“Is it true?” He had questioned, coming to a stop a little ways away from you, voice shaking even through the angry tone of his voice.

“Is what true?” Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as you clasped your hands in front of you.

His frown had faltered for a second, eyes already sparkling with tears as his hands clenched at his sides. “The whispers in court,” he explained, gaze flitting from you to the stone floor, “The rumors about – about you and my brother.”

Shaking your head, you had carefully walked toward him, “My love, I am sure they are untrue,” your voice had been gentle, “I cannot even imagine what they would be ab—“

“That you’re pregnant!” His voice was thick with unshed tears as he spit out the words, “That you must be!” This had left you dumbfounded, unable to do anything but gawk at him, which had only served to upset him further. He had sighed heavily and fixed you with a tearful gaze, bottom lip quivering, “So it’s true?”

“No!” You rushed out, emphatically shaking your head as you hurried to him. “My love, my sweet baby,” your fingers carded through his hair when you reached him. You had gently pulled his gaze to yours before you had cupped his cheeks, your fingers already damp from the tears streaking them, “That is nothing more than court gossip, I promise you. I swear upon the Mother, you’ve nothing to worry about.”

The dam had finally broken as he hiccuped out a sob, his shoulders sagging. “D-Do you mean it?” He’d asked meekly, voice so small you had felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest.

“Oh,” you had taken his hands in yours and led him to your bed, sitting him down at the edge as his body started shaking with sobs. Sitting next to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently cupping the back of his head as he slumped against you and rested a wet cheek against your chest. “My little prince, I swear to you I do,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, rocking the two of you together, “You know Aemond and I would not do that to you.”

His fingers had clung to your sides as he sobbed, hands bunching in the fabric of your gown. “They’re saying it’s been long enough,” he’d said mournfully, “Th-That it’s been three moons since the w-wedding and y-you must be by now.”

You’d stroked his hair comfortingly and rested your chin on the top of his head, feeling his hot tears trail down your cleavage, “You know your brother and I would speak with you first, my love. We would not leave you out, you know how this arrangement works.”

The only answer you got was a small sniffle, his shoulders still trembling, although not nearly as badly. You had let him calm down for a moment more, rocking him against you while you hummed his favorite song.

Eventually, he had calmed down, his shoulders steadying and his breath evening out. You had almost assumed he was asleep before you heard him whimper against your collarbone, pink lips mouthing needily at your skin. Your lips had quirked up in a smile as you had gently pulled him up, his small whine making you chuckle as you looked into his eyes.

“Do you need some time with mommy, my little love?”

Which is how you found yourself in your current position – reclined on the plush pillows of your bed with Aegon’s head in your lap, his lips eagerly suckling at your breast, not getting any real milk but the action calmed him still. You shiver slightly in the cool breeze that wafts in from the balcony, the air growing colder now that the sun has set.

Aegon sighs contentedly, his warm breath fanning across your chest as small whimpers and whines slip past his lips. The small noises make you chuckle as you run a hand over his bare chest, “You’re my favorite little prince, do you know that?” You whisper, softly tickling his side enough to make him giggle and squirm. He smiles around your breast and nods happily, his nose digging into the fat of your breast as he presses himself more firmly against you.

You stiffen a little at the sound of your chamber door opening once again, unable to see the entryway from the decorative screen you and your husband had placed in front of the bed. You make no move to disturb Aegon, though – bless the poor maids but there is not much they haven’t seen already. It is not a maid, however, that rounds the corner and you are instead met with the wide, surprised eye of your husband.

After a second, the shock melts off of his face and he smirks at the sight of the two of you, his older brother still suckling away at your breast as if nothing were amiss. “My, my,” he tuts, stalking across the room to deposit the stack of books he carries onto the small breakfast table by the balcony before returning his attention to you once more, “I left my wife this morning dripping with my spend and already I return to a babe.”

“Aemond!” You hiss, frowning when you hear Aegon whimper at your chest, “Please, he is already in a state.”

“And in our chambers,” Aemond takes a seat at the table, unlacing his boots before setting them to the side, along with his leather tunic, “Normally you two reserve this… intimacy for his rooms.” His long fingers quickly untie his trousers, leaving them hanging from his slender waist as he moves about your chambers, poking the fire in the hearth back to life and tidying the papers on the writing desk.

You soothe Aegon when he whimpers again, looking up at you with questioning, unsure eyes as a blush blooms on his cheeks. Even if his brother knows the details of your relationship with him, and even though he had walked in on him in this exact position before, he couldn’t help but feel so shy and vulnerable when he got this way.

“Shh, my sweet,” you speak softly to the man at your breast, running your fingers through his pale hair, “Just relax, you’re okay.” Your words seem to settle him and his eyes grow droopy and half-lidded once more, a contented groan rumbling through his chest.

“You should have seen him earlier,” you turn back to Aemond, eyes following him as he walks to your dressing table, “Poor thing came crying about court gossip.” You didn’t miss the small eye roll your husband gave at you calling his brother “poor thing” but you chose to ignore it for the time being; you didn’t love their endless taunts and teasing but they were still brothers, after all.

“And what was the sweet babe weeping about this time?” Aemond asks, his voice dripping with derision as he takes a cloth from the small wash basin on the dressing table and quickly wipes at his neck and shoulders, droplets of water streaming down his defined frame and running into the lines and dips of the muscles on his chest, arms, and abdomen.

Aegon growls at your chest, not missing the mockery in his brother’s tone. You try to calm him but it’s no use, he pulls off of your chest and throws Aemond a vicious look; you merely make yourself comfortable against the pillows and sigh tiredly. Gods be good, you thought, staring up at the stone ceiling as if the Seven would appear to offer their guidance; you love the two brothers more than anything else but you could do without their brotherly spats.

“Well?” Aemond goads, his eye widening as he stares at his brother, a silent challenge.

“He feared I was pregnant,” you interject quickly, attempting to quell the coming squabble before it broke out, “Apparently the ladies of court have nothing better to do than monitor my condition.” You put an arm around Aegon as you speak, as if keeping him close to you would keep the two men from bickering.

“You are my wife,” Aemond huffs out a sardonic laugh, a smirk playing at his lips as he wrings out the cloth and leaves it to dry on the side of the wash basin, “Why would it be of his concern if –”

Aegon growls against your breast again, letting your nipple fall from his pink lips as he fixes his brother with a glare, one that falters for half a second as you protectively tighten your hold on him. His dark eyes continue to glare at Aemond, following his every move as he comes to stand at the side of the bed, arms crossed over his chest as he studies the two of you.

“Hush, my love,” you pet at his head and shoulders in an attempt to soothe him once more, glaring at your husband in warning, “This is nothing we need worry ourselves with tonight.”

Aemond comes to sit next to you on the bed, giving Aegon a quick glare before he leans down and places a tender kiss to the top of your head. “You’re right,” he says into your hair, one hand coming up to cup the side of your face, “We need not trouble ourselves with it tonight.”

Aegon huffs against your chest once more and gives his brother a final warning glance before looking up at you with a questioning gaze, pouty lips parted in an unspoken question.

“You need some more time with mommy?” You ask him softly, grinning when he shyly nods, still so skittish of his needs around his brother. You coo and give him a nod, unable to stop the sigh that leaves you at the feel of his mouth on you once more. His tongue delicately licks at your hardened nipple before he sucks it into his mouth, still teasing it as he suckles.

You admire him for a moment, studying the way his long lashes fan out over his cheeks once his eyes slip closed, his arms wrapped protectively around your middle as he kneels at your side.

Finally, you turn your head to Aemond, surprised to see his eye trained on his brother, watching as he nurses at your breast. “Husband?” You ask tentatively; your relationship with both brothers was not a secret, at least not between the three of you, but even still, you rarely had them at the same time.

His eye finally meets yours and he smiles, cuddling you closer, which earns a small whine from Aegon as he’s forced to move a fraction of an inch with you. “You needn’t worry so much,” he keeps his voice soft as he speaks, trailing kisses down your temple and cheek, “I’m merely thinking.”

“About?”

“Putting a babe in you,” he all but growls into your ear before kissing the delicate skin just below it. “Seeing you grow with my child,” he continues, one hand skimming up your arm before he cups your unoccupied breast, long fingers kneading it gently before they pinch at your nipple, “Watching as these swell with your sweet milk.”

A shiver rolls through you at the thought, and at the salacious groan that vibrates from Aegon’s mouth. Your husband smirks at your reaction, watching proudly as your eyes become cloudy and unfocused.

“Do you like that?” Aemond asks against the column of your throat as his lips and teeth and tongue work against your skin, sucking marks into the flesh, “Like the thought of my seed filling you up, finally taking root?”

You hardly register Aegon’s whine, eyes squeezed shut as you feel your husband pressing himself to you, lips pressing against any bit of your skin he can reach, chuckling softly at how easy it is to work his brother up. “Wouldn’t that be something, brother?” Aemond questions sarcastically, his eye glimmering mischievously, “Wouldn’t she be so beautiful with my babe in her?”

The older brother grumbles something against you before redoubling his efforts, making you gasp as he begins suckling at you harshly, nose twitching in annoyance. You calm him as best you can, a shaky hand coming up and carding delicately through his hair – Aemond’s ministrations making it hard to concentrate.

“You’ll be such a good mother, sweetling,” Aemond says lowly, kissing his way down your stomach as he moves to kneel between your thighs, “So perfect and sweet and caring.” He continues, punctuating each word with a kiss against your abdomen, his long hair tickling the skin of your thighs.

“Aemond,” you pant softly, back arching as Aegon’s teeth just barely graze against your sensitive nipple, “Please!” You beg, though whether it’s to get him to stop taunting his brother or carry on with you, you cannot say.

“Shh,” he presses wet kisses against one of your thighs, lips trailing slowly up to where you want him most before he tilts his head and begins kissing up the other thigh as well, his pace torturously slow, “I always give you what you want, do I not?”

A loud, uncontained moan tears itself from your throat as Aemond presses a kiss against your folds, groaning into your heat as he tastes you. “Gods, you’re dripping,” he growls into your cunt, practically making out with your center as his hands come to rest on the tops of your thighs, holding you in place, “Did your babe not care for you at all?”

At this, Aegon pauses, whining against your breast as he lifts his head, thin tendrils of drool connecting his shining lips to your hardened nipple. The feeling of his mouth lifting off of you has you finally opening your eyes, only to be met with his wide, uncertain eyes.

“Mommy?” His voice is so small, so terribly worried at the thought that he may have disappointed you somehow.

“Oh, sweet prince,” you whisper, voice catching in your throat as you gasp at the feel of Aemond sucking your aching pearl into his mouth, worrying the sensitive skin between his lips. Your brows furrow with concentration as your eyes meet Aegon’s, your hands gently cupping his cheeks, “Don’t worry yourself,” you have to pause again as a curse slips past your lips, “You’re my perfect little baby, you could never disappoint me.”

You finally manage to pant out your reassurances, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at the feel of Aemond’s hot tongue licking into your center, his nose pressed firmly against your bud as he fucks you on the long muscle, groaning into your slick folds as he savors your sweet taste. You stare desperately into Aegon’s dark eyes, back arching as your husband feasts on your cunt with practiced ease, the slick, squelching sounds of him licking into you and suckling at your pearl making you mewl and blush.

“You’re so beautiful, mommy,” Aegon murmurs softly, violet eyes staring at you with rapture, as if he’s trying to absorb the pleasure radiating from you, “So pretty.” He breathes finally and leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips, whimpering when he feels your tongue press into his mouth.

The men hold you like that for a moment, letting you lie back on the bed as they attend to you – Aemond murmuring dirty praises into your cunt as he licks at you wildly, flicking shapes and patterns against your pearl that have your head spinning; Aegon swallowing your wanton moans in his own mouth as he moves his lips against yours.

You whine against the older brother’s mouth when you feel your husband’s fingers gently prodding your center, gathering wetness on them before carefully pushing two into your heat. “Seven, you’re tight,” his breath is warm against your glossy folds, “Always so tight, feels so good, sweetling.” He purrs before quickly wrapping his lips around your bud once more, gently sucking at the tender flesh but combined with the pressure of his fingers, it’s enough to send you into a tailspin.

You pull away from Aegon with a gasp, back arching off the bed as you whine Aemond’s name, blushing as you hear the loud wet sounds emanating from where his fingers fuck into your cunt. Faintly, you hear Aegon whimpering next to you, his soft cries almost in time with yours as he presses soft kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“Mommy, my mommy,” he whispers in reverence, leaning across your chest to get to the breast he’s neglected thus far, kissing softly across your supple skin and teasing your nipple with the tip of his tongue before finally suckling it into his mouth, closing his eyes with a soft groan as he nurses, getting lost in the feel of you beneath him, your skin on his.

Aegon’s lips around your nipple has you breaking, every muscle in your body seeming to tense up as your high overtakes you. A strange mixture of their names leaves your lips in a rough moan as you squeeze your eyes shut, fire exploding through you.

“That’s it,” Aemond groans, crooking up his fingers within you as he feels your walls pulsing around them, pressing them into that rough patch he has memorized in your heat, the one he knows prolongs your peak, “Gods, that felt like a big one, sweetling.”

Somehow, you find it within yourself to nod tiredly, chest heaving as you catch your breath, slinging an arm over Aegon’s back as he sighs happily against your chest.

“Made you feel good, mommy,” he chuckles proudly around your breast, nipping and licking at your nipple as he tilts his head to meet your gaze, earning an annoyed huff from Aemond as he presses calming kisses against your thighs and hips.

He’s so proud of himself that you can’t help yourself from smiling and giggling, your fingers carding through his hair. “Oh, yes you did,” you coo, “You made me feel so good, my precious boy.”

Below you, Aemond bites at your thigh as a warning, making you jump. “Keep it up and you’ll only give him a bigger ego,” he rolls his eyes and presses wet kisses in a trail up your stomach, stopping only when he reaches Aegon, still lying across you. The bed dips as Aemond crawls back up to lie next to you, kissing his way up your neck and jaw before finally slotting his lips against your own.

A whimper escapes your lips as he does, one of your hands reaching up to run your fingers through his long hair, the pale strands threading between your digits like silk. He sighs into the kiss, one of his hands coming up to gently cup your neck, not choking but merely staking a claim. The action makes you mewl and he uses it to his advantage, quickly sliding his tongue across your bottom lip before entwining it with your own as he licks into your mouth. You can feel your face heat up as you taste yourself on his lips, squirming in his hold as Aegon continues licking and suckling at your hardened nipple, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine and quickly reigniting the flames in your belly.

Aemond smirks as your moans change in pitch, the familiar high-pitched, whiny cadence causing him to let out a low, vibrating growl himself.

“Please, Aemond,” you whisper against his lips, whimpering as he trails his kisses down your jaw and neck.

Your husband groans softly against your shoulder, a shudder rolling through him at the breathy way you say his name, his favorite sound. “You need not beg me, sweetling,” he sighs, gently gripping your hips and nodding for you to roll onto your side, “I’ve got you.”

Aegon whines as Aemond moves you, struggling to keep his soft lips latched around your peaked nipple, which earns him another eye roll from your husband. Quickly, you settle onto your side, both arms immediately wrapping around Aegon to hold him close. His pale hair tickles your lips as you press a sweet kiss to the crown of his head, softly giggling as he desperately suckles your nipple back into his mouth; your sweet boy could be at your breast for hours and it still wouldn’t be enough for him.

The bed dips on either side of you as the two men bracket you between them, Aemond behind you and Aegon in front. Your husband presses kisses against the back of your shoulder as he slots himself against you, the warmth of his chest pressing against your back sends a shiver down your spine and makes your already stiff nipples harden to the point of aching.

“Iksā sīr gevie, ñuha ābrazȳrys,” Aemond whispers against your shoulder as he trails a hand over your curves, humming appreciatively as he palms the swell of your arse, “Avy jorrāelan sīr olvie.” (You are so beautiful, my wife, I love you so much.)

You whimper at his words, your heart twisting happily in your chest as you recall their meaning from the lessons he had given you during your courtship. “Avy jorrāelan tolī, ñuha valzȳrys,” you manage to moan brokenly, “So much, Aemond!” You breathe, foggy brain unable to keep up with translations any longer. (I love you too, my husband.)

A gasp leaves you as Aemond presses himself against you tightly as you realize that he had managed to tug off his trousers at some point, his length slotting beautifully between your thighs as he ruts against you.

“Gods!” Your slick folds part greedily as your husband rubs against your center, coating his cock in your juices, the tip rubbing deliciously against your pearl, “Oh, Aemond!”

“Shhh,” he breathes against your ear as one of his warm hands latches onto your thigh and pulls it up, giving him more room to guide his cock into your heat, “I’ve got you, sweetling, I have you.”

You nod, near delirious, practically sobbing as he finally guides himself into you, filling you perfectly. Your head lolls back, further into his embrace as he slowly presses into you, stretching you as he finally bottoms out, stones pressed firmly to your backside as a low, gravelly groan vibrates against your back.

“You feel so good,” you moan breathily, your fingers scrambling through Aegon’s hair as you press his mouth against you, earning a whimper from the prince as he takes your breast further into his mouth, suckling at it greedily, spit leaking from the corners of his lips.

“Feels perfect,” Aemond huffs, grunting as he begins moving his hips against yours, eye squeezing shut at the feel of your slick walls sucking him in as you quiver around his length, “You feel perfect, tight little cunt.” He mutters, more to himself than to you, hissing the words between clenched teeth.

You let yourself get lost for a moment, a light sheen of sweat blanketing your skin from the heat of the two men around you. You make no attempt to stop soft, satisfied moans from slipping out of your lips, breathing your pleasure against Aegon’s forehead as Aemond rocks into you, thrusting his hips in a well-practiced pattern as he fills you again and again. Your husband’s grip tightens on your thigh, making your eyes roll back deliciously as Aegon flicks his tongue against your nipple before greedily sucking it back into his mouth.

A few moments later, you’re brought out of your reverie by a slick feeling at the front of your thigh, small whimpers and whines from the man at your breast finally managing to trickle their way into your consciousness.

You finally open your eyes, letting out a soft moan as you take in the sight before you – Aegon suckling desperately at your sensitive breast, his dark eyes looking up at you pleadingly, already shimmering with unshed tears, as he ruts his hard length against your thigh, already leaking glossy trails onto your skin with every movement.

“Ohh,” you coo softly, pressing a kiss to his sweat-damp forehead as you wrap your hand around his length, feeling it immediately twitch in your grasp, “You need mommy to take care of you?” You ask breathily.

“P-Please,” Aegon whimpers brokenly, flicking his tongue over your nipple as he nods his head, “Hurts!” He whines, voice thick as tears leak from the corners of his eyes.

You press another comforting kiss to his forehead, gasping in time with Aemond’s hard thrusts as you begin slowly teasing the prince’s hard length, cooing again as you feel him pulsing in your grasp. “What a good boy,” you whine, swirling your thumb against his leaking tip, “Getting so hard from hearing mommy get fucked, hm?”

You feel him shudder against you, a low groan sounding against your breast as his hips fuck up into your hold. He whines as you let go of his cock for a second, quickly running your fingers around where Aemond spears into you. Your husband grunts behind you at the sensation as you quickly gather some of your juices on your fingers, moaning brokenly as you flick them around your pearl for a second before returning your attention to Aegon.

Your face heats as you suddenly get a dirty idea and you take a second to spread some of your juices across your unoccupied breast, chuckling breathily as Aegon immediately abandons the one he’s currently suckling on, a loud moan snaking past his lips when you wrap your slick fingers around his cock once again, easing his thrusts into your fists.

“Greedy babe,” Aemond grunts from over your shoulder, watching as Aegon frantically licks around your breast, humming excitedly at your sweet taste before latching onto your nipple once more, “Suckling at any part of my sweet wife he can reach.”

A fire lights in your belly at Aemond’s words as you’re surprised he’s addressing Aegon at all, his teasing lilt only adding to the heat within you. The prince whines within your grasp, his face flushing to a deeper shade of pink than it already is and his violet eyes shoot daggers in his brother’s general direction, not caring that he can’t see them.

Suddenly, Aemond lets go of your thigh, leaving you to sling it over one of Aegon’s pale hips as he continues thrusting his cock into you, deep and slow. His hand instead settles on one breast and he lovingly palms at it, humming with satisfaction at its weighty feel in his hand.

A loud whine leaves you as his fingers pinch around your overly-sensitive bud, tweaking and tugging at the swollen skin. Your back arches, loud whimpers tumbling past your lips as his touch borders on pain. Aegon growls at your sounds of discomfort, letting your nipple fall from his lips as he sits up just enough to throw him a malicious glare over your shoulder.

“Ngh!” Your little prince grunts, smacking Aemond’s hand away from you before wrapping an arm around your waist protectively and pressing soft kisses to your abused breast, “Mommy?” He questions softly, teary eyes searching yours, desperately wanting to make sure you’re alright.

“Shh, shh,” you soothe sweetly, carding your fingers through his hair as he lays his head on your pillow once more, “Mommy’s okay, my sweet, thank you.” Your words are breathy, feeling halfway forced out of you as Aemond’s thrusts speed up, your mind growing fuzzy as the head of his cock moves against the sensitive spot within you perfectly, making you clench around him. Aegon continues thrusting into your grasp, his hands frantically grabbing onto any parts of you he can reach.

“Pathetic,” Aemond huffs at his brother, biting into the sensitive skin of your neck, “So whiny, fuck, so whiny under your muña’s touch you can’t even speak.” (Mother’s)

Aegon whines again, a high, pitiful sound against your beast as he latches onto you once more, low groans ripping through him as the leaking head of his cock rubs against your soft thigh.

“Hush,” you admonish, one arm hugging possessively around the prince, “Mommy’s taking good care of her sweet little boy, isn’t she?”

“Y-Yes,” Aegon breathes brokenly around a soft moan, his cock twitching desperately in your hand, “Yes, yes, yes!” He chants around your breast, soft little words in time with each stroke of your hand.

You can see him start to lose himself — watching as his eyes grow ever more glossy, tears welling up in the corners while throaty sobs and sighs warm your breast, his length seeming to get somehow thicker in your grasp as the head of his cock positively weeps against you.

“What a good boy,” you sigh encouragingly, smiling proudly, glowing with the knowledge that you can reduce him to such a state, “Are you close, my sweet?”

He nods desperately, soft grunts accompanying the thrusts of his hips up into your grasp. You keep your pace steady, your own head swimming as your release builds within you.

After another few seconds, Aegon begins shaking helplessly in your grasp, his chest heaving as sobs are wrenched from his throat. “That’s it,” you murmur softly, feeling your cunt clench around Aemond’s length at the sight of the prince coming undone before you, making the other man groan loudly behind you, “Come on, I know you’re so close, show mommy how good she makes you feel, my love.”

As always, your soft approval is what unravels him. You moan loudly, watching him fall apart in your arms, relishing the soft moans and sighs of your name as they fall from his pouty lips, the way his hips stutter in your hold. You gasp softly at the feel of his cock twitching between the two of you, his spend coating his belly and chest in pearlescent streaks.

Before he’s even had the chance to recover, your sweet boy finds it within himself to bring one hand down, greedily seeking out your bud. He sighs happily when you cry out his name, his fingers circling your aching pearl perfectly, just in the way you’d taught him, his chest still heaving with his own release.

“Oh, Gods!” You gasp, your own hips rutting back and forth between the two men, “So c-close, fuck!” You whine, the fire in your belly threatening to consume you.

“That’s a good girl,” Aemond grunts, hips thrusting into you at a maddening pace, “Do you want me to breed a baby into your wet little cunt, sweetling?”

You and Aegon whine at the same instant, yours in pleasure and his in annoyance. Your walls clench desperately at your husband's thick length, making him chuckle breathlessly behind you.

“Find your pleasure, sweet girl,” he groans, his thrusts somehow perfectly timed to the swirls of Aegon’s fingers against your bud, “Peak and I’ll put a little babe in your belly, my love.”

Aemond’s promise, Aegon’s soft whine, and the feel of their touches mingling on your slick heat finally pushes you over the edge once more. Your cunt pulses around Aemond as you slip over the edge, your pearl buzzing and twitching under Aegon’s fingers as flames of pleasure lick up your spine, sparks exploding behind your eyelids as you cry out against Aegon’s neck.

Your release claws Aemond’s out of him as well, the feeling of his seed emptying into you spurring your peak on further. You whimper, mouthing at the pale skin of your prince’s throat as you feel warmth bloom within you, your husband’s harsh strokes finally slowing to a stop.

The three of you lay silent for a while, the only sounds in your chambers being soft pants and sighs. Finally, Aemond carefully pulls his length from you, soothing you gently when you whine.

“Seven,” he groans softly, watching his seed slip slowly from your spent center, “Perhaps this time we should let it take.” He muses as he gets up from the bed, retrieving a fresh cloth from your dressing table and quickly cleaning your center and thighs.

“But,” Aegon whimpers softly, drawing your attention back to him as he looks at you with wide, worried eyes, “What…what about me?” The meekness in his voice makes your heart ache as you hurriedly hush him, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes with your thumbs.

“You don’t worry about a thing, my little love,” you reassure him, pulling him into your arms and rocking him slowly against you, “No matter what the future holds, you will always be my precious little prince. I swear it.” You promise, pressing soft kisses to each of his cheeks, one of your hands tickling at his side until he squirms and giggles against you, burying his head in your neck with a tired sigh.

Aemond huffs again, setting his eyepatch on the table by your bed before he assumes his spot next to you once more, slinging an arm over your waist as he makes himself comfortable.

On your other side, Aegon shuffles down the bed once more, making you giggle softly as he presses feather light kisses to your breast, sighing happily at the mere feel of your supple skin against his lips as he cozies himself against you.

“Maybe we should hold off on the moon tea this time,” Aemond ponders, mumbling against your shoulder as his fingers trace soothing patterns into the soft skin of your hip, “Surely an actual babe could be no more difficult than the one we already seem to have.”

Aegon whines, Aemond chuckles, and you tiredly groan.

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