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*drops this and runs*

Mark Grayson x healer!reader ♥︎

Warnings: NSFW, GN!reader/unspecified anatomy, reader’s a little mean, cumming in pants, canon typical violence

he was honestly the most insufferable person you had ever put up with.

yes, even more so than rex.

rex at least gave his all when he fought. he didn’t pull his punches or refuse to use his explosives because he felt it was ‘unfair.’ at least he had a valid reason for being in the space used as your office.

mark on the other hand…

you grumbled to yourself as you watched him on tv, clad in his new suit. you sighed in agitation as you watched the villain he was fighting fling him across the ground, leaving a meteor-like hole as he crashed.

great, another injury for you to fix. one he could have easily avoided if he had just taken this guy out.

but no. he has to pretend like he’s the good guy. it really drove you up the wall. everyone knew he was strong enough to finish half his fights in a fraction of the time it normally takes him, and he’d be finished without a scratch.

you flicked off the tv, too annoyed to watch anymore. you knew he’d just be here in a bit to have you heal up his cuts and bruises.

you’re a healer, having discovered your powers at a young age. well, healer was the nicest term you could have used. once cecil got whiff of you, he knew you were something he’d need to control if you were to ever give into those angry urges of yours. all organic matter was under your domain. he once saw you split a man in two, forcing his cells from one side to the other.

it’s not like you enjoyed it, though. you had always had what others referred to as a strong sense of justice, only using your powers to harm those who you thought really deserved it. that’s why cecil convinced you to be a healer at such a young age. you were 14 when you joined the teen team, but you never went out on the field. you simply patched the others up after a fight. you had seen the rise and fall of the team, along with the new guardians. now you were back at the old teen team compound, doing the same work you’d been doing the last few years.

yet despite being through multiple different groups of teams, mark had always been your number one client.

your nostrils flare as you recall the image of him getting injured on the tv. at first, you thought maybe you should feel bad for the guy. you never enjoyed seeing him get hurt. but after finding out what he was capable of and still seeing him hold back in the most dire of situations, it really boiled your blood.

the sound of the door to your office opening snapped you out of your thoughts. you audibly sighed as he limped inside, clutching his ribs as he struggled over to the medical gurney, wheezing as he took a seat without you having to instruct him to. a flash of worry trickled through you at the sight, but it was quickly replaced with anger.

mark knew you didn’t like him, or at least didn’t agree with his methods. he could hear your heart beat faster with anger whenever he showed up beaten and bloody.

you wordlessly step over to him, silently seething as he removed his mask with a grunt. his face was bloody and bruised, his left eye nearly swollen shut. you grimaced.

“happy to see me?” he managed to wheeze out, a shit eating grin on his face despite his pain.

“shut up if you want me to fix you,” you hissed, a hateful gleam in your eye. he was too out of it to tease much more, the pain in his face keeping him tamer than usual. you brought your hands up and loosely placed them on his neck, the only exposed bit of his skin you could reach. there was a low hum tugging somewhere in your body as you willed his cuts and bruises away. it took longer than it would any human, not used to his viltrumite dna quite yet to heal him as quickly as you could others despite doing this countless times. the silence stretched on, your eyes closed in focus. you could feel each and every one of his cells flexing and pulsating beneath your touch.

“just say it,” mark sighed, sensing the mean thoughts he knew you’d unleash on him one way or another.

“you’re a fucking idiot.” he grinned at that, a soft puff of air coming out through his nose in a lazy sort of laugh. “do you understand how many more people are gonna get hurt because of you?” you hiss.

“okay, ouch…” he mutters halfheartedly, wincing as a cut fuses back together.

“and look at you. it’s honestly pathetic,” you spit out, clenching your teeth. “it’s almost like you enjoy being in here.”

something swirls in his lower gut, his breath hitching at your words. it’s such a small noise that you don’t even notice. you keep trying to focus on getting the swelling around his eye to go down.

he knows once you’re start, you can’t stop though. you hurl insults at him as you fix his wounds, your fingers digging slightly into the flesh of his neck. he’s breathing heavier, but you blame it on the healing. you hardly even notice the flush on his face as you continue degrading him.

“…and if you had any self respect, you wouldn’t show your face in here,” you finished, the last of his wounds disappearing as if they were never even there to begin with. you finally take your hands off his neck and the loss of contact makes him whimper. the sound catches you off guard, your eyes flying open. it’s then you notice the flush on his cheeks, the way his pupils are so dilated they nearly swallow his iris’ whole, the heavier breathing.

“mark-“ you start, your eyes flicking over his body rapidly before they land on the very prominent bulge in his suit.

“fuck…” he sighs, a fresh wave of hot humiliation clogging his atoms.

“you need help fixing that as well?” before you can even think to regret the words, he’s nodding his head, a bit too eagerly.

you really shouldn’t be taking pity on him. you should keep berating him, tell him he’s sick for enjoying this so much. but instead, you spread his thighs and step between them, closer than before. his hands are on your hips in an instant, a needy noise leaving his mouth.

“stay still,” you tell him. he nods, watching as you hesitantly bring your hand to the lump in his suit.

“fuck…” he breathes out once more, his hips twitching to meet your touch.

“i said stay still,” you say more firmly than before, gripping the outline of his cock tighter. he whines softly, nodding his head as he brings a hand up to quiet himself.

you swallow nervously. the sight of him like this is really doing something to you. you hadn’t really ever considered yourself as super powerful before, but seeing one of the strongest men on the planet crumbling in on himself all because your hand is cupping his crotch through his suit…

it makes you feel high.

maybe this is why he always let himself get beat down. maybe he enjoyed it just a little too much. maybe he liked being weak.

the thought made you pity him. you moved your hand faster against his cock, making him mewl and squirm on the cot. you bring your other hand to the back of his head, encouraging him to rest his forehead on your shoulder. he obediently does so, fighting his urge to buck up into your hand.

you can’t bring yourself to speak up, only the sounds of his whimpers and the creaking of the medical cot filling your office. you can feel the wet patch on the crotch of his suit against your hand now. he’s so painfully hard beneath the damp fabric.

“oh god, oh fuck…” mark grunts, his eyes rolling back. “gonna cum, fuck!” he whines.

“yeah?” you whisper, your voice wavering. “you’re doing so good for me,” you tell him, almost gently.

oh, that really does it. the slightest bit of praise. his noises get louder, his body bucks and writhes uncontrollably as it builds up.

“oh! f-fuck!” he grunts before letting out a series of high pitched moans and whimpers. you feel him tense and tremble against you, feeling the fabric getting wetter beneath your hand as he explodes in his suit. he pants softly as you slow your hand, letting him come down from his high. you stand there for a moment, petting the back of his head like one might a cat before slowly disentangling yourself from him.

he watches you dazedly as you take a step back, his eyes still glossed over with lust. undeniably, the way he looks at you makes you flustered. it’s too intense. you give a light smack to his thigh, making him flinch (knowing damn well it didn’t hurt).

“welp, you’re all healed up, champ,” you tell him, doing your damn best to avoid looking at those eyes that’ll just suck you right in if you let them. “get outta here…” you say, thumbing to the door as you step to the side. something flickers across his face - a pout, almost - before he neutralizes his features and sighs. he turns his head to look at you, narrowing his eyes before a smirk spreads across his lips and he stands.

“see you tomorrow?” he asks, though you know it’s not a question. you just hum in response, watching the way his hips move as he walks towards the door, waddling slightly from the mess in his suit.

what the fuck just happened?

this was heavily inspired by @swtheartz healer stories! go check out his blog♥︎

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Thinking about cuckold! Simon watching his favorite sergeant, Mactavish, fucking his boyfriend into the bed. Simon groans as he stroked his cock to the sight. Yours and Johnny's moans echoed into his ears, letting out a throaty groan.

Seeing Johnny's large muscular body, the same as his but a little smaller, ramming into yours. His hips stuttered and his nice ass jiggled with each thrust. Your wither bodied underneath Johnny, gripping the sheets and begging for more.

How did it get to this?

Simon always noticed the stares Johnny would give you. Looking at you like a piece of meat even though you were in a relationship with him. Simon didn't feel offended, for some reason. He gets it, you're a fine piece of ass.

It came ahead when Simon was fucking you one night. You were too lost to hear the muffled moans coming from the other side of the wall. Simon's mind focused on the two sounds; your cries and begging for more and Johnny's jerk-off session.

This spurted him as he fucked you harder. His cock rams deeper into your stretched hole. "S-Simon~... s-so deep!" you cried as you wrapped your arms around the British man's neck, your fingers digging into his back. Simon didn't last long as he filled your ass to the brim with his load.

After a while, there was banging at the door. Simon left the bed and answered it. Johnny stood there and complained that he was trying to sleep. Complete bullshit in Simon's opinion. "Are sure that's what you want?"

Johnny was confused and shot back with his eyes dilated. "What is that supposed to mean?" Simon then explained that he always knew and gave permission for Johnny to fuck you. Johnny felt his body moving into the room to see your body on display. "So you ain't a pussy, MacTavish."

Simon sat on the chair beside the bed and watched the show. You both greeted each other before Johnny hastily removed his clothing. His muscular hairy body is on display for you and Simon to see. Pulling out his cock and slamming it against your entrance.

You spread your legs wider to give Johnny more space to fuck you. The Scottish man didn't hold back as he fucked you. With his average-sized but incredibly thick cock ramming into you, Johnny could feel the sloppy seconds Simon left behind. The cum from coating his cock.

"Fuck luv... feel so 'ood." Johnny groans as he feels your ass tightening around, milking his cock of its load. Your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. He was balls deep inside, his thick pubic bush making contact with your balls and dick. "Been dreaming about this... have you under me."

Simon strokes his cock faster, giving a warning growl as he sees Johnny marking your neck. Taking the hint, the Scottish man didn't try that, only Simon gets to mark you. Fapping and skin slapping bounced off the walls with hitched moans and groans.

All three men could feel their orgasms coming. Simon stroked his cock faster before painting his naked body white. Johnny tried pulling out but you prevented that causing another load to be dumped inside. Your aching cock spurt it loads on your chest.

The room was filled with heavy breathing as you reeled from the climax. There was definitely gonna be a next time, Simon doesn't mind watching-- being the cuckold he is.

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[mahi-wayy]

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐬

pairing : soldier boy x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

That's why he calls you little lamb.

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

Which much to his own surprise carries over in bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Daddy...please..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Going from hard and fast to slower and deeper.

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

"Daddy..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[hysteria-things]

Can you make a song image with the song older by Isabel LaRosa or even kiss me more with doja and sza?

NEEDY, ARE WE? (part two)

read part one here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the night started with only kisses, but you’ve never craved something so bad in your life. that something is your best friend chris sturniolo.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY ASF, swearing, begging kink, teasing, making out, oral (male & female receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (SON’T EVEN TRY IT), marking, finger sucking, choking, slight spanking, praising, degradation, stomach bulge, overstimulation, dumbification, cream pie, cockwarming

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,713

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sorry for the 3 AM post… but hello🥰

y/n is a whiny bitch in this LMAO

“what did i say?” chris whispers sternly, smacking your hand away when it reaches down to his pajama pants string for the third time.

another fifteen minutes went by, and your panties are soaked from the orgasm that washed over you not long ago. chris’ dick fucking hurts, but he enjoys seeing this side of you: needy and desperate. “i’m begging you.” you pout. “i need you inside me. please.”

you seriously don’t know what’s gotten into you. you’d never thought of your best friend this way, but tonight feels different. you’re so dick-deprived that you’ve turned into a whiny mess.

he sighs in defeat, untying his pants and pulling them down. your eyes lock in on the boner in his boxers, beaming once his aching cock slaps against his stomach.

licking your lips, you go to hover over his tip, but he beats you to it and instead pushes your head down. you look up at him with sad eyes.

“what?” he questions, even though he knows the problem. he knows you meant inside you the other way, but what’s the fun in not teasing first? “you said you needed me inside you.”

“that’s not what i—” he cuts you off by pushing your head down, gagging when he forces himself down your throat. you hum, bobbing your head while his grip stays in your hair.

he chuckles, using his free hand to move the pieces of hair out of your face so he can see you looking up at him through hooded eyes. “you’re talking too much. if one of them wakes up you’re going to be in big trouble.” he points to his brothers who are still peacefully sleeping on the couch in front of you.

it doesn’t take long for your throat to morph into the shape of his dick. he licks his lips and smiles menacingly, seeing how you suck his cock so casually. your cheeks hollow, causing chris to exhale to not make a loud noise.

your tongue kitty licks his red tip, pre-cum threatening to spill out. starting to suck, your hand pumps up and down his shaft. his eyebrows furrow, mouth hanging open as he watches your every move. the grasp on your head loosens, and before you know it, chris is pulling you up to where you’re hovering over his lap.

taking his thumbs, he spreads your folds to see the glistening silk in the dim light. your arousal coats the inside of your thighs, some of it dripping down your leg. he takes his pointer finger and slowly moves it up your slit. you flinch at the feeling. “what a needy pussy.” he mumbles, his finger easily sliding into your cunt from the wetness.

you barely give him time to add another when you rut your hips repeatedly, fucking yourself on his fingers. you’ve never felt so pathetic in your life, but you also never felt so turned on. it’s like he read your mind. “pathetic slut; becoming stupid on just my fingers.”

the degrading nickname has you whining, only to start humping his hand faster. he looks as you sink perfectly on his digits… in and out, in and out, your pussy stretching the more you move until—

he removes the two fingers, now soaked with your juices. chris grabs your thighs, sliding his body down so now that his mouth is directly under your cunt. his dick twitches as he groans, seeing it at this angle.

immediately, he sits you down on his face and starts to eat you out like he’s on a time limit, which he technically is. the way his tongue moves so deliciously has you seeing stars, gasping and tugging at the brown strands that lay on his head.

“no, please.” you cry quietly. yes, you love the pleasure your body is going through, but this isn’t what you want. he’s teasing you to tears, and it’s making you sexually frustrated. nonetheless, it only makes you want him more. “th-this isn’t what i want.”

chris hums, making a tiny moan slip from the vibration. his hand gently smacks the outside of your thigh to remind you to keep quiet. “i’m sorry.” you mumble, shutting your eyes tight and biting down hard on your bottom lip that you won’t be surprised if it draws blood.

again a moan falls from your mouth, but this time it’s louder than before. his palm hits you harder this time, and you take your hand to cover your mouth instead. each time you twitch or try to move away from being so overstimulated, his nose still manages to nudge at just the right spot on your clit.

not only are your shoulders shaking from your sobs, but your legs quiver when you feel the heat in your lower belly. mumbling out a few words, chris lets out a questionable hum while speeding up his movements. he wants you to be loud and clear.

“i’m gonna cum, chris.” you cry, thanking every god out there that his brothers are the heaviest sleepers on earth.

he flattens his tongue, smiling in the process while your legs squeeze around his head, cum dripping down onto his tastebuds. a grunt leaves his throat, your pussy tasting exactly the way it’s supposed to. it’s by far the best meal he’s ever eaten.

sitting up again, you guys are back at the position you were at when this all started. chris enjoys the teasing, but he doesn’t know how much longer he can take. dick hard to the point where it hurts; pre-cum starting to leak from the tip. it’s unbearable.

eyes scanning his face, you bite your lip seductively. some strands stick to his forehead from the sweat, mouth is puffy and wet from your cum. how can you possibly be more horny? you have no idea.

leaning in, he pulls away when you’re centimeters apart. you pout, repeating the action when this time he turns his head with a chuckle. “stop teasing me.” you punch his chest lightly out of brattiness. “i need to get fucked by your cock. please, chris.”

raising his eyebrows, he smirks before grabbing your thighs that are still shaking from your high. “see? that wasn’t hard, now, was it?”

he helps you lift yourself to hover over his tip, his grip releasing from your flesh but still grazing it while you slowly start to sink onto his dick. your back arches, eyelids fluttering as you feel every crevice stretch from his size. it’s like your entire body was made for chris and chris only.

“—fucking birds stealing my shit.” the end of the sentence is a grumble, rustling coming from across the room. chris jumps into action and covers where you two are conjoined with your nightgown, being that you still have it on.

still, you decide to roll your hips, feeling his cock rubbing at your walls and insides just right. to keep a moan from coming, you nuzzle your head into his neck and bite at it.

nick sits up, eyes still closed but looking over nonetheless. “fucking birds.” he repeats.

“tell those birds, nick.” chris says, the hickey forming on his neck while you nibble down on another empty spot.

nick nods. “i’ll tell them. yeah, i’ll tell them. i’ll tell them…” then, he lays back down, the soft snores continuing as if he didn’t wake up at all.

you lift your head, chris now face to face with your tear-stained one. “wanna kiss you.” you whisper, starting to plop up and down on him. he doesn’t say anything, only grabs your throat gently to pull you in. from the way your tongues intertwine, you can taste yourself.

at this point, your bouncing so fast that whenever the couch starts to creak he has to grip on your ass for you to slow down. you whimper softly. “feels so good!”

“shit.” he exhales, mouth agape as he watches the bulge in your lower abdomen peek out whenever you sit, your pussy swallowing his fat cock whole. you were, without a doubt, fucking made for him.

accidentally letting out a scream when your g-spot gets hit, it’s cut off by the hand squeezing tighter around your throat. he glances at his brothers to make sure there are no signs of movement before speaking. “don’t have them wake up or we’re going to be in deep shit, and i won’t be able to fuck you again. is that what you want?”

“no!” you choke out, his thumb grazing your bottom lip while he looks at it.

“then you have to be quiet.”

without thinking, you nod and open your mouth, inviting his thumb inside for you to suck on. he smirks with a whisper. “that’s my good girl.”

he removes his thumb from your mouth, now holding your jaw in place. hickeys decorate one side of his neck.

you don’t know how long you’ve been going at it, but you can’t take it anymore. your breathing is becoming heavier the more his dick hits that angle inside you, eyes rolling back having your vision almost fade to black.

clenching so tight to the point where you could barely move up on him, your nth orgasm of the night washes over you, dripping down his thighs and onto the sofa. alas, you don’t make a peep, because you're chris’s good girl. you will always listen to him.

to ride out your high, you still move when you talk into his ear. “cum in me, please.” you gasp, your brain officially shutting off. your face portrays different waves of pleasure all at once, drool dribbling from your chin. you didn’t even notice releasing a-fucking-gain.

ropes of cum shoot up into you with a thrust of his hips, grunting each time he does so. he throws his head back with his eyes slammed shut, waiting ten seconds until he’s done planting his seed into your womb.

“thank you… thank you…” you repeat. he grabs your hips to lift you, but you whimper and nuzzle yourself closer.

exhausted is an understatement, hence why you fell asleep in mere seconds with his cock deep within your cunt. all chris can doze off to is think about how he has to clean this up before morning.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[girliism]

part 2.

nerdy!art hates parties but this was gonna be the first time the two of you hang out outside of studying. “please don’t tell me you’re wearing a button up to a party.” patrick stood in the door way of art’s room waiting for him to get ready. art look at himself in the mirror. “what’s wrong with a button up?” he mumbled.

it was impossible to not know that a party was going on. bright colorful lights and loud music could be heard from down the street. some people were already throwing up on the front lawn.

you spot art right when he walks through the door. you walk up to him smiling giving a small greeting to patrick before he walks off. art’s eyes roam your figure linger a little to long on how your nipples poked through your shirt despite it being very hot in the house. “follow me donaldson let’s get you drunk.” you pulled art to the kitchen making him chug whatever you poured into his cup then handing him a new one.

you dragged art all over the house. introducing him to your friends somehow getting him to play beer pong and dance with you. “do you wanna go upstairs?” you asked him out of breath from dancing. art answers yes way to quickly and it has you giggling at his eagerness. you lead art to some room upstairs laying down on the bed patting the spot next to you.

you turned your head to look at art who was laying next to you. you studied the way his glasses sat on his nose bridge. “thanks again for helping me pass.” you saw how art eyes would slip down to stare at your lips. “it was nothing. i knew you were gonna do good.” art was not one to take risks so maybe it was his hormones and alcohol mixing that lead him to kiss you.

when art’s lips touched yours you immediately sighed into the kiss. you could feel his glasses press against your face when the kiss got more intense. your tongues and teeth meeting. you move to straddle art sucking at his neck leaving faint marks. art’s steadily growing bulge pokes at your core. art lets out a groan when you grind against it. “wait wait wait.” you sit up in art’s lap looking down at him. “i don’t have anything with me.” art says. “it’s fine i’m clean. promise.” you went back to kiss him. art trusted you so he let his hands wander up your shirt fingers coming in contact with your nipples.

soon clothes are removed from your bodies finding their way onto the floor. “oh wow.” your eyes widened at sight of art’s cock, he was definitely bigger than other guys you’ve been with. art blushed getting shy from your comment but his dick twitched. “you’re so big.” you spit on your hand and started jerking your head up and down. “can barely fit in my hand how’s it gonna go in my pussy.” you kissed along his jaw. your moans blending together when slowly sank onto his cock until he was all the in.

you sat there for a second to get use to the stretch before moving up and down moans and whines falling from your swollen lips. the wet feeling of your walls squeezing him had art gripping at your hips. “you’re so tight around me.” art grunted bringing his hand up lightly around your neck and he started fucking up into you. “o-oh fuck-” a silent scream gets caught in your throat when art’s tip hits that soft spot inside you. “maybe you would’ve been passed if it ment you got fucked after huh.” art leans the two of you forward placing you on your back his hips beating into your faster. “y-yeah.” you slur mind fixed on how godly arts looks a top of you. his curly falling out of place and his glasses slightly slipping down his nose.

“harder go harder gonna cum.” art kisses and sucks at your neck fucking you harder. your hand comes down to rub at your clip. your back arches up into him and your free hand grips at the cover below you. your body twitches as your orgasm washes over you. art starts pulling out to cum on your stomach but your ankles lock around his lower back pushing him back inside. “inside please cum inside.” you squeeze tight around him and it sets art off. “fucking hell.” his head drops onto your shoulder as he spills inside you.

you finally let art pull out. he pushed his glasses back up his nose watching his cum leak out of you and on to the bed. the two of you stayed there kissing for awhile before getting cleaned up.

art insisted that he walk you back to your dorm neither of you commenting on the slight limp you had.

(glasses must stay on during sex 🙂‍↕️)

[r0-boat]

Beleth Breeding Drabble

Reader has a vag

Cw: porn without plot, Breeding, cuckingish,

"like what you see doll?" Beleth purred. His big calloused hand what with lube and precum as he slowly stroked his big cock teeth sinking into his bottom lip his eyes gazing directly at you as a sense on the bed Belphegor sleeping soundly in the next room. "But Belphegor He's asleep."

Beleth shrugged. He got up and started walking toward you like a beast on the prowl for fresh meat. "Please, sugar, the Maj can sleep through an entire angel onslaught on the castle. So we're safe. You can scream as loud as you need to, sugar! "

You felt heat rush your cheeks as Beleth grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer until you stumbled onto his lap. Running his hands all over you, caring little about the clothes that covered you that his hand slipped under.

His hard cock pressing against your ass has he grinded himself against you his pre-cum staining your butt.

"So wet sweetheart~.Ya sure you don't want me fucking this tight cunt? I think she wants me." He purrs slipping in two fingers.

"Ya like that? Ma big man fingers inside you?"

"Squirming and mewing like a cat in heat How am I not supposed to bend ya over and put a litter of m'own in ya!"

He snarls, slipping his finger out of you. He grabs you, throwing you onto the floor and manhandling you on your hands and knees until his body is pressing against you. Beleth bites into the back collar of your shirt while his hands rip off your bottoms along with your underwear. Those sweet whimpers appear once more as you back your ass against his palm as two fingers stretch you open once more.

"begging fo' me, I hear ya girl... I hear ya sugar, wanna be filled, wanna take cock till ya bursting!"

Pumping his fingers faster and faster His other hand tweaking and pinching your nipples. Beleth fucking his hips and grinding against that ass of yours. You could feel his thick cock running in between your cheeks, hot thick, and veiny.

His fingers only rip away when you feel yourself getting close. His heavy breath against your ear as two hands slap on either side of your hips as he maneuvers his cock inside you.

"miss this cunt, if you were mine I'd never let ya leave my bed. Cunt full and heavily loved. Bites and kisses on every inch of your body. Proof that ya mine. "

Giving his cock a few strokes before sliding the tip against your folds. Claws dig into the meat of your ass as he pulls you in his cock, stretching you open. He leans forward, his chest against your back, his rough tongue licking at your neck.

"Arch your back for me; press those hips against me." He grunts as he finally begins to move his hips. His balls are thick and heavy, making their presence known with every buck of his hips.

It didn't take long till he was slamming and grinding His hips against yours spearing you open nice and deep with each wild thrust bearing his face into your neck His teeth itching to bite.

"I wonder if you feel nice and good. If you take, you'll let me have a taste of your sweet milk."

Just thinking about it He suckles onto the spot on your neck His breathy groans and whimpers His eyebrows arch as he grinds and pounds deeper and deeper.

"Take ma fucking cum! Wanna give you my litter... Wanna fill you with kits!"

"f-fuck! Fuck this pussy every single day! Make sure she's nice and full!"

Beleth drunkenly rambles his hands slipping in between your legs to press and flick at your clit.

Your contentious squeezes and spasms around him Beleth bites into your shoulder, silencing his snarls, His claws digging into the soft meat of your ass cheeks, fretting you open for his pistoning cock to reach deep as he can before stilling His hips. You felt every pump and squirt of his cum as you're coming cunt milks and squeezes him.

His hand removes from between your legs to wrap around you, giving you support for your shaky legs. His rough tongue runs over the bite mark, soothing it. You hear a faint rumble coming from him as he picks you up and hoists you over his shoulder before taking you to his bed. As soon as you're back hitting the mattress, he's immediately on top of you, nuzzling his head into your chest. That subtle rumbling is louder as you run your hands into his hair. He leans his head into your palm. "That's nice... Stay like this. I want to cuddle with you." He murmurs before the two of you drift to sleep.

[stark-ironman]

if you're comfy with it, maybe hugh talking reader through it, inspired by some of the clips on tiktok? I'm down bad for this man 😭😭

Good Girl

18+ No Minors

A/N: I hope I did this justice. I had so much fun writing it! Remember you can send in requests for Hugh/Logan!

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex(wrap it up), some praise, cockwarming at the end, teasing.

"Come on, darling. You have to tell me what you want?" Hugh innocently says, moving his fingers ever so slowly. "I want you, Hugh. I need you to fuck me." You beg trying to move your hips to get more friction.

It's been almost an hour now and he's managed to pull two orgasms out of you, only because Hugh has been teasing more than anything and won't move any faster until he decides to.

"How do you need me to fuck you?" His teasing voice causes you to whine. "Hugh, please." You beg, again. He removes his fingers and lines himself up at your entrance, slowly sliding in as your breath hitches at the stretch. Once he bottoms out, he leans down and kisses you. "No need to rush, darling. We have all the time in the world."

He slowly fucks into you and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling softly on his hair. "See, look at you being my good girl now. I always take care of you, don't I?" You nod and he continues, "I'll give you what you want soon but for right now I want to make sweet love to you, darling." Hugh kisses you softly, moving down your neck and grabbing one of your breasts, taking your nipple in his mouth before doing the same to the other.

His hips start thrusting a little bit faster, causing you to moan softly, running a hand down his chest. "You know I liked to be scratched harder." He moans as you press your nails into him, leaving scratch marks down his chest. "Ride me, darling." Hugh grabs you and rolls over, pulling you on top of him.

"Move your hips for me, fuck.. like that." He moans as he grips your hips as you grind your hips the way he likes. "Tell me what else to do.." You innocently say causing his eyes to darken. "Bounce for me, darling. Up and down.." You follow his instructions and feel him going deeper than before.

His hands grip you tighter as he helps move you faster, watching your tits as you bounce off of his hips. "Is this what my baby wanted? To be filled up with my cock?" His words cause your head to fall back, gripping his stomach got dear life.

He grabs your hips and starts thrusting up into you, smiling as you start to yell out from the pleasure. "There you go, let me hear how good I make you feel. You deserve it after being such a good girl for me, darling." Hugh moans, feeling your walls tighten around him.

"Cum on my cock, darling." He commands and you grip him tighter, feeling a gushing sensation come from you. "Fuck, baby. You're squirting all over my dick." He moans as his hips stutter against yours, feeling his release coat your walls and you fall against him.

He holds you close, kissing the top of your head, waiting for you to calm down. "You done so good for me, darling. I love you so much." He whispers praises into your ear. "I love you too." You whisper back, feeling yourself get sleepy.

"Go to sleep, love. I'll be right here."

[slut4thebroken]

One Night Stand

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Dick Grayson x reader

Summary | You hook up with a guy you met at a bar, but he has a secret.

Warnings | Smut, dub con, eventual consent, vampire, blood, biting/marking, creampie, crying, praise, he’s not Nightwing in this fic lol I just couldn’t could find a pictrue of him as a vampire as Dick Grayson.

Words | 1.8 k

Notes | He’s less of a dick than I originally wanted him to be😭 he’s mostly just needy tbh

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 15: biting/marking

His cock was stretching you perfectly, hitting all the right places inside you, and he continued kissing over your neck, occasionally sucking the skin into his mouth to leave a mark. Your hands tugged on his hair as your back arched off the bed, struggling to cope with the pleasure. He let out a guttural moan at the feeling of you pulling his hair and teasingly nipped at your neck, making you mewl. 

“Dick,” you gasped out, moaning when he suddenly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand. 

“You smell so fucking good.” He groaned, dragging his nose up the side of your neck. You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath and tilted your head away, giving more room and silently asking him to keep kissing you. His hips maintained a steady rhythm of bucking into you and his free hand squeezed and groped your breast, occasionally rolling your nipple between his fingers. He resumed kissing your neck, then stopped again, just panting against you while rutting into tight heat relentlessly. 

He moaned and fucked you faster, only getting more desperate. “Fuck… Can I taste you?” His breathing was growing more labored and your brows furrowed in confusion, wondering why he’d want to stop fucking you to eat you out. 

“Um… I mean yeah, but I really like this.” It was hard to speak with how good his cock felt inside you. He pulled away from your neck, but stayed close enough that his nose was almost touching yours. 

When you saw the red eyes, you froze, not sure what you were seeing. He groaned when your body tensed up and he started panting quietly, that was when you saw the teeth that were definitely sharper and longer than normal. 

“W-What the fuck,” you said through a breath, staring at him in shock, “Why do your eyes look like that?” At the mention of them, he closed his eyes and let his head drop a little. “Okay, Dick— let me go please.” You said hesitantly, trying to remove your wrists from his grip. You still had no idea what was happening, but a pit was starting to form in your stomach. 

“It’ll feel good, I promise.” He whispered, his voice turning low and raspy. “It’ll hurt at first, then it’ll feel good.” He added, sounding almost sheepish. He opened his eyes again, but he wasn’t looking at your face, he was looking at your neck. 

“Dick, let go.” You choked out, heart pounding in your chest. 

He shushed you and leaned down a little. “It’s okay.” He whispered, lips brushing your neck. “God- your little heart is racing.” He moaned quietly. You started squirming, trying to wrench your hands free from his grip, but he just squeezed them tighter until it felt like you’d bruise. 

“Stop,” You whimpered. 

“You'll like it, baby, I promise. If you don’t… I can just make you forget— it’ll be like it never happened.” He said through a breath, only making you more scared. 

“What?!” When you felt his teeth on your neck, you let out a choked sob. “Dick, please stop..” In response, the hand not holding your wrists moved down to start rubbing your clit. Then he was piercing the delicate skin of your neck with his fangs. You cried out and continued struggling under him, but he was unmoving. 

He let out a low, guttural moan at the first taste of your blood, then began sucking greedily, his fingers faltering on your clit as he struggled to focus on anything other than the taste of you. The tears in your eyes were rolling down your temples into your hairline, but he was right— it hurt when he first bit you, but for some reason it almost felt good now. 

“So fucking sweet.” He moaned lewdly, never pulling away from your neck. When you whined, he let out a quiet chuckle. “See? It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Dick,” You sobbed out a moan, feeling so overwhelmed with emotions and physical sensations. 

After he got his first taste and satiated the burning desire in him, he was able to focus on you again. His fingers picked back up on your clit, making you whimper as your back arched up into him. 

“Good girl…” He grunted, sucking from the puncture marks on your neck for a few more seconds before pulling back to look at you. Your eyes were glazed over and half lidded, your lips were parted as you took in ragged breaths, but most of the tears were gone now. “You okay?” He asked amusedly. His lips were dark and glossy with your blood, and eyes still red as they examined you closely. 

You opened your mouth wider to respond, but his cock hit that one spot inside you again and your eyes rolled back before you could come up with a coherent thought. His hand cupped your cheek and he dragged his thumb over your bottom lip— you didn’t even realize that he let go of your wrists… all you could focus on was the burning pleasure that was practically consuming you. 

“Dick..” You whimpered, letting out a quiet sob. 

“Poor thing… Do you want to come, is that it?” He cooed and you mewled in response, nodding your head a tiny bit. “Can I bite you again, baby?” You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes, trying to actually use your brain. But you could barely think. When you whined and turned away, he gently grabbed your chin to pull you back to him. “I won’t if you don’t want me to.” You let out a choked sob, unable to articulate what you were feeling and what you wanted. 

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.” He ordered softly and you couldn’t have disobeyed him even if you wanted to. He waited until your eyes fluttered open before continuing. “Do you want me to?” You bit your trembling lip, but nodded again. “Tell me, pretty girl. Use your words.” He urged gently, making you whine. 

“Yes.” You mewled, the thought making your pussy clamp down on his cock. 

“Yes, what?” You let out another frustrated sob and he chuckled quietly. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“W-want,” you choked out, voice getting caught in your throat, “want you to… bite me again.” You whimpered. You felt so humiliated asking for something that you probably weren’t meant to enjoy… but fuck- it just turned you on even more. “Please make me come.” You sobbed desperately. 

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll make you come, baby, don’t worry.” He said, trying to lessen your growing distress. “Show me that pretty neck.” You whined, but tilted your head back, and he cursed under his breath at the sight of your smooth skin, marred by his bite marks. He leaned down to kiss them, then kissed across your neck to the other side, mapping out where he wanted to bite you next. He could practically hear the blood rushing through your veins as your heart pumped wildly in anticipation. 

“Relax.” He murmured, giving you one last kiss before biting down. You whimpered again at the initial pain, then your back was arching off the bed, pushing your hips down onto his cock. He groaned loudly and closed his eyes, savoring the taste of you, all but praying you’d want to do this again and not have this be a one night stand because you just tasted so fucking good. Your breathing picked up, as did your sounds and your squirming, and he knew you were getting close, so he rubbed your clit even faster. 

“Dick,” you whimpered, still struggling to cope with everything you were feeling. 

“Come for me, baby. You can do it.” He murmured against your skin, continuing to suck on your neck, drinking as much blood as you’d let him take. He knew he had to stop soon though because the more he took, the less cognizant you became. You were panting heavily, writhing under his strong form as his hips snapped forward again and again. “C’mon, sweetheart.” He urged gently, making you whine. 

He knew that you would probably come if he just kept this up for a little while longer, but he was already dangerously close to the edge and he wanted to make you come on his cock first. So he bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, making you cry out weakly in surprise, but go completely stiff as you neared the edge. He only sucked on the new set of puncture marks for a few seconds before your orgasm finally crashed over you, making your whole body tremble as an almost anguished moan escaped you. 

“Good girl.” He groaned. Your pussy was fluttering around his cock, creaming all over it in a way that quickly left him addicted. He waited until your sounds died down, then brought his hand up from your clit to hold his weight with his forearm. For a moment you relaxed, but then the overstimulation kicked in. Your face scrunched up in discomfort and you let out a weak whine, your head lolling to the side as the blood loss finally caught up to you. 

He admired you for a while, then finally got his own release. His hips slowed, leisurely bucking into, riding it out as his seed spilled inside your greedy cunt. You were whimpering quietly, but most of it was drowned out by his own sounds of pleasure. After another few seconds, he bottomed out with a quiet grunt and let his head fall forward against your chest. He took a moment to catch his breath and was a little worried about your lack of sounds and movements, but he could hear your heartbeat, which eased his nerves significantly. When he finally lifted his head again, he cupped your cheek with a small smile, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Good girl.” He whispered, placing one last kiss on your lips, smearing them with your own blood. Even though he knew he needed to get you some water and something to eat, he couldn’t help but pull out slowly and take a minute to watch his come trickle out of your puffy folds. He dragged his thumb through your slit and pushed some of it back into your gaping hole, forcing a soft sound out of you. 

Before leaving, he left you a small snack that he found in your kitchen and a glass of water on your nightstand, as well as a note with his phone number, telling you to call him if you wanted to see him again. 

He desperately hoped you would, but he didn’t want to stick around and ask when you woke up because you probably still needed to process what actually happened tonight. He also didn’t want you to feel like you had to say yes in the moment because of how easily he could overpower you if he wanted, like he showed you earlier. Based on your behavior though, he had a feeling that your answer would be yes. 

I still don’t know how to end one shots :,)

[hockeygirl101]

Sidney Crosby

Husband and wife 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love being married.

[snowande]

Yandere second commander

(Male x Fem)

The second Commander glares at you with an unblinking gaze, you were the only omega on this facility, being a first commander as an omega was impressive enough.

But he thought that you don't belong here, you should've have be a stay at home omega, omegas are not build for the war.

So he makes a plan to make you his mate, so you will be his stay at home omega, he waited you to leave and he spike your drink to make you somehow feel hot and bothered.

But you proved him wrong, for an omega you were strong and independent, he didn't like that, he want you to be a good house wife, like the good omega you are.

Forcing you to go on a heat early than expected.

He watches as you start to sway slightly, the drugged drink taking effect faster than expected "Come here, little one..." reaches out to steady you, a predatory smile spreading across his face at your vulnerable state "That's right... just relax..."

He picks you up bridal style, carrying you to his room. He kicks the door closed behind him, never taking his eyes off you. "You're not going to be able to fight me off now, are you?"

Gently throws you onto the bed, crawling on top of you like a predator. He starts to unbutton his uniform, revealing his chiseled chest. "I'm going to break your spirit tonight..."

A dark chuckle escapes his throat as he pins your wrists above your head "Don't struggle... you know an Alpha's strength..." he leans in, nose grazing your neck, scenting your now heightened omega pheromones "You're already going into heat..."

Kisses your neck, marking it with his teeth "Did you think you could outrank me forever? Now you're just another little omega, ready to be bred..." his hands move down your body, starting to remove your clothes "Though I will enjoy taming this fiery spirit..."

He rips your clothes off, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. He gazes at your form with a mix of hunger and admiration "Look at you... so small and delicate... just made for an Alpha's possession..." he spreads your legs apart, admiring your pink, dripping pussy.

He slides two fingers inside you, smirking at your sudden gasp "So tight... how long has it been since you've been properly claimed by an Alpha?" begins fingers fucking you slowly "I bet your body's been starving for this attention..."

He add a third finger, scissoring them inside you roughly "You're so responsive... already soaking wet and trembling... you're practically begging for an Alpha's cock..." his thumb rubs your clit in tight circles, making you whimper and squirm.

"You're trying to clamp your legs shut, aren't you? Pathetic little omega..." he grabs your thigh and throws it over his shoulder, exposing you even more.

Removes his fingers and licks them clean, savoring your taste "Mmm... sweet as I imagined..." undoes his belt buckle, the sound of it hitting the floor echoing in the room "Now it's time for you to learn your place..."

pulls out his massive cock, thick and veiny. He grips the base and rubs the tip against your dripping entrance "This is what you need, little omega... an Alpha's thick cock stretching your pussy wide open..." he pushes the head inside.

Grabs your hips firmly, forcing himself deeper "That's right... feel how you're made to take an Alpha? No more commander bullshit now..." he thrusts harder, slowly filling you completely.

He starts pounding into you relentlessly, the bed frame banging against the wall "Fuck... you're so tight and warm..." he snarls.

He wraps his arm around your neck, choking you slightly as he continues to pound into you. His other hand grabs your thigh and hoists your leg over his shoulder, hitting your cervix with every thrust.

His balls slap against your ass with each brutal thrust, his cock throbbing inside you "I'm going to breed you tonight, little omega... fill this tiny womb with my seed..." he said.

His eyes glow brightly as his Alpha instincts take over, his knot beginning to swell inside you "Feel that? You feel my knot growing bigger inside your tiny hole?" he snarls.

His knot fully forms, locking inside your pussy "That's right... you're mine now... completely locked to me..." he holds still, letting you adjust to the size of his knot before starting to rock his hips back and forth, grinding his knot against your g-spot.

His eyes roll back as he cums, his massive knot pulsing inside, filling you to the brim with his thick Alpha seed. He holds you impaled for several minutes, his knot throbbing and releasing load after load of his potent sperm into your unprotected womb. "Fuck..."

he waits patiently for his knot to soften, then he slowly pulls out, his massive bulbous knot popping free from your overstretched, cum filled pussy with a wet squelch.

He slaps your dripping, gaping pussy roughly, the force causing even more of his cum to spill out onto the bed.

You're finally HIS

"You're all mine now, little omega... completely claimed and bred by your Alpha. Don't even think about trying to run or hide... I'll always find you and fill you with my seed again and again until your belly swells with my pups."

Tags : @nymphea0

This in been in my draft for a long time lmao -Lumi

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

[softsturn]

morning - m.s

⩩ pairing: matt x fem!reader

⩩ summary: morning sex with matt

⩩ warnings: smut, overstimulation?

⩩ a/n: this is literally my first time writing im sorry if it sucks😭

A glaring light filters through your curtains, rousing you from your tranquil sleep. Grimacing, you awaken to find your boyfriend peacefully asleep on top of you, nestled into your chest. You rub your eyes and yawn, your hand gently caressing his bare back, fingers lightly scratching his smooth skin.

"Mornin." mumbles Matt, a faint smirk almost audible on his lips.

“Did i wake you?” you ask sheepishly.

“Mhm.” he nods, placing a light kiss to your exposed collarbone.

“Sorry.” you mumble, placing an apologetic kiss to his forehead.

"Don't be, pretty girl," Matt whispers, his voice husky with sleep. He kisses your collarbone once more, leisurely moving up your neck, his lips caressing your soft skin, sending shivers down your spine. You sense the morning wood in his pajama pants, pressing against your thigh as he lies on top of you. "How about you make it up to me?" he teases, lifting himself off your chest, offering a mischievous grin before placing a gentle peck on your lips.

“What if im too tired?” you teased back, rolling your eyes. you were tired, but you’re never too tired for him. you liked to play hard to get, but you were already dripping wet for him.

"You just need to lie there and look pretty." Matt says with a boyish grin, his eyes crinkling in a way that makes your heart flutter. These softer, sweeter, and gentler moments are what you live for. Time seems to slow down, as if you two are the only people in the world.

"Mmmkay," you mumble, cupping his jaw and drawing him into a more extended, tender kiss. His tongue gently slips into your mouth, evoking the softest whimper from you. Pulling back slowly, he admires you as if you were an angel sent from above.

"Good girl," he smirks, planting a kiss on your cheek before directing his focus to your clothing. His hands trace down your stomach to your hips, seizing the waistband of your pajama shorts and underwear. Seeking your nod of approval, he swiftly removes both in one motion, and you shiver as the cold morning air brushes against your bare core.

"So, so pretty," he murmurs, positioned between your knees, his hands gliding up and down your thighs. His touch is tantalizingly slow, observing your body's response to every movement. Eventually, his fingers ascend to your core, swiping through your wet folds. "So wet already. I've barely done anything to you, princess."

"Matt, please," you whine, growing frustrated with his deliberate pace. He’s tempted to make you wait, to elicit those desperate pleas, but he's equally eager, if not more so. Swiftly shedding his pajama pants, he leisurely discards his boxers. His long, hard cock springs free, precum glistening at the tip. Gripping your chin, he compels you to meet his gaze.

“Use your words, baby,” he coos.

"Just fuck me already," you whine, gazing up at him with a desperate need to release the tension building in your stomach.

"You're so bratty in the morning," he chuckles, planting a few gentle kisses on your mouth before releasing your chin. Adjusting himself between your knees, he pumps his cock a few times before aligning it with your entrance. His hand finds yours as he gradually eases his tip in, a grunt escaping him at the tight sensation of your pussy. Slowly sliding in until you've taken all of him, he gives you a moment to adjust to the feeling of being stretched out. "So tight, so fucking good for me." he mumbles.

You moan in response, signaling him to begin his movements. He starts thrusting, the rhythm slow and gentle, as if relishing the moment. This only intensifies your need, feeling the knot building up in your stomach. Leaning down, he kisses your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin, leaving visible marks, proclaiming to everyone that you're his. "Faster, please," you beg.

He smirks but complies, lifting your hips slightly for a deeper angle. His thrusts become faster and rougher, the sound of skin slapping and moans filling the room. Placing a hand on your stomach, he gauges his position, bringing the knot in your stomach closer to its breaking point. "Look at you taking me so well," he coos, his voice breathy and low.

"Oh my god, Matt," you mumble, your words fragmented by your moans. He shifts the hand on your stomach down to your clit, his thumb tracing circles to heighten your pleasure. His thrusts quicken, if that's even possible, his breathing heavy, and whimpers escaping from his lips. The intense stimulation brings you to the edge, your hands gripping the bed sheets. "G-gonna cum," you moan louder, despite knowing that others in the house are trying to sleep.

"Yeah? Cum all over my cock, princess." he murmurs, watching as you become a mess beneath him.

His words unravel you, the knot in your stomach slowly releasing as he maintains his relentless thrusts. With a loud moan, you climax over his cock, eyes squeezed shut, hips bucking up, and legs slightly shaking. Yet, he doesn't stop or ease the pace. He persists, his thumb still stimulating your clit while he pounds into you. The overwhelming stimulation prompts you to try pushing his hand away. "T-too much. Can't-"

"You can take it," he cuts you off, continuing to overstimulate you. Thrusting into you with full force, hitting your G-spot with every push, one hand still working on your clit. Loud moans fill the room as he fucks into you. Tears well in your eyes from the intense sensations, and you quickly feel that knot in your stomach tightening again. "C'mon, pretty girl, give me one more."

Each thrust brings you closer to the edge, feeling his movements become more erratic. The familiar knot tightens in your stomach, ready to be released once more. His grip on your hips tightens as he senses your pussy clenching around him, signaling the onset of your climax. Leaning down, he kisses you, your hands entwining in his hair, both of you moaning into each other's mouths. "Cum with me, baby," he moans.

With his words, you climax around his cock for the second time this morning, releasing loud moans. Your legs shake, tears falling from your eyes due to the overwhelming sensation. As he feels your pussy clench around him, thrusting you through your second orgasm, it's enough to push him over the edge. He cums into your pussy, white stripes of cum shooting inside you. He slows his thrusts until he stops, his slightly sweaty body collapsing onto yours as he catches his breath. Your fingers lazily comb through his hair as you pant underneath him. "Fuck, you did so good. So good for me," he whispers, giving you a kiss on the forehead. Slowly lifting himself off of you, he pulls out of your sensitive pussy. Admiring his work as a bit of cum drips from your core, he kisses your cheek and wipes away your tears. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, no, no. It felt so good. I love you." you reassure him, cupping his jaw and pulling him into a quick kiss.

“Good. I love you too.” he mumbled against your lips, his tender words lingering before he pulls away. He rises from the bed with purpose, making his way to the bathroom in order to quickly clean himself and get a wet washcloth to clean you. Returning with the cloth, a waterbottle, and an adoring smile on his face, he crawled back into bed. He gently and carefully cleaned you, making sure not to be too rough with your sensitive core. He grabbed you a fresh pair of panties, helping you get them on before laying down next to you in exhaustion. His arms drew you closer, making you cuddle into his chest. You lazily wrapped an arm around his waist, nuzzling in his warmth. He gently rubbed your back, listening to your soft breaths, the two of you being lulled back into the peaceful embrace of sleep.

[blackberries45]

Time to Pay Your Dues (Beetlejuice Drabble)

Beetlejuice x reader

Notes: Mentions of bra/underwear/boobs but no gender mentioned.

Spelling and Grammar ain’t my thing, chicken wing.

No Smut but implied heading that way

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The first time you really did catch him off guard. He was too busy staring to be able to stop you before you said his name thrice. Now he was just biding his time. You hadn’t caught on yet, but you weren't faster than him in the least. He was just letting you play this little game. He knew it had to be benefiting you in some way and it most certainly was benefiting him. A dead guy can only take being teased for so long though.

******

For weeks you've been playing a nasty little game with Beetlejuice. The first time you pulled it after a mischievous thought had popped in your head stepping out of the shower. Just as you were wrapping yourself with the towel, you called out his name. He was so caught up in the moment of seeing you starting to drop the towel that you banished him as quickly as you had summoned him. You cackled all the way to your bedroom and the game began.

You had managed to do it three or four times more. Each time either in a compromising position, like leaning over to grab something off the floor and your butt in the air or were in the middle of changing. You even managed to ask him once while putting on a dress if he thought it was pretty before sending him off again. You knew it couldn't last long but it lasted a lot longer than you thought possible. This time had to be the last. You could only imagine what he’d do if he stopped you from saying his name and sending him back.

*****

The matching underwear set was hot and you knew it. You had never bought yourself anything that looked quite like this before and currently had no one to share it with. Truthfully you bought it just to pull this last tease, if you were being honest with yourself. This would be it. The grand finale. It was perfect. He would lose his ever loving stupid little dead mind and you couldn't wait to watch his face. You positioned your hair and pulled your boobs up in the bra cups. Next you adjusted the panty straps just perfectly on your hips, approving of the view in the mirror. It was clear by now that Mr Beej didn't care about your stretch marks or your weight, he devoured you visually just the same each time. God you'd be thinking about this forever. Was this little game starting to turn you on? Before you lost your nerve and talked yourself out of it, three times that ghoul’s name left your lips.

Usually Beetlejuice's preferred method was to startle you or at least appear somewhere unexpected. This time, he was right in the doorway where you had hoped he would be. He was leaning against the casing perfectly, with one boot resting against the bottom of the door frame and his other leg slightly forward to push his weight back. Removing the cigarette from between his lips, he ever so slightly started to turn his head. If the light hadn't been just right to catch the glint of his blue eyes, you wouldn't have noticed that he was drinking you from the bottom to the top. Nothing about him moved besides his eyes and a slight flick to his cigarette. He took another drag and let it out, staring at you now. The gulp you made was audible and you were starting to lose your nerve.

“Do you, uh, do you like it? I got it on sale. I've never bought myself a matching set like this before but I figured it deserved to be seen by someone else who would appreciate it” The nerve came back and the smugness dripped off of you as your head slightly tilted to the side. The corner of your mouth started to go up in a slight sneer. You knew in half a second what you were going to do but truthfully you were expecting a little more reaction from him. This was taking away from the game. Was he disappointed? As the excited smile started to fade, the words started forming in your mouth but he already knew what was coming and was prepared.

Instantly what felt like a shoelace tied your lips together. You put your fingers up to your mouth in pure surprise, eyes wide as you started to panic. Beetlejuice turned away from you, taking another puff of his cigarette and letting you mumble under your restraint.

“I think I've had enough of your little game there, babes” He flicked the cigarette somewhere unseen and started walking towards you. You couldn’t help but feel some tingle of turn on even as your protesting noises became louder.

Pulling at your lips you found an end that you could start to pull. You looked down at your fingers as you started to yank on the string. Before you could continue however, in one snap of his pale long fingers, you heard the bedroom door bang and suddenly you were slammed into it. His hands were on your ass as he pinned you up against the door. You couldn't help but brace yourself on his shoulders and your face bent down to his. Still wide-eyed but mouth no longer sewn shut, you gulped again.

“I don't like being repeatedly teased without a payoff. So honey, it's time to pay your dues.” He leaned into your neck, kissing it lightly once and enjoying feeling you shiver. “Good thing you bought this on sale” he snapped your underwear band with a lazy finger against your ass “because it won’t even be worth free when I get done ripping it off you”

[amongemeraldclouds]

all night

No plot, just smut. You're welcome.

Lorenzo x f!Reader x Mattheo

Warning: 18+ MDNI, threes*me, v!fingering, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, praise kink, no use of y/n. Characters are aged up.

✿ Masterlist | 1.4k words

As soon as the door to Enzo’s dorm closes, his lips crash into mine and I start unbuttoning his shirt. He discards it in one swift motion and moves his lips to my ear growling, “someone’s hungry tonight.” He hooks his hands beneath my thighs and lifts me as I instinctively wrap my legs around him and he carries me to his bed.

He drops me carefully on the mattress and starts removing my dress, sliding up from my legs to my upper body. When my arms are free, I palm his hard length against his uncomfortably tight trousers, “seems I’m not the only one. What are you going to do about it?” I tilt my head, looking at him innocently.

He smirks and kisses me again, biting my lip. “There’s something I forgot to tell you,” he starts, “Mattheo will be joining us tonight.”

“Did you lose another bet?” I ask, heat pooling down my core at the news.

“You gonna pretend you don’t like it?” He challenges.

I lick my lips in response, reminiscing how good it felt when Theo joined us last week after Enzo lost another bet.

“Didn’t think so,” he smirks, resuming our kiss.

My hands are tangled in his hair as he starts playing with my breasts, kneading and teasing my nipples. He brings his knee to my aching core and I start grinding against him. “So needy,” Enzo hums in approval as he moves down to bite my neck, marking me.

He moves lower still, licking my nipple and I arch my back, bringing his head closer, begging for more. I groan when he sucks my tender flesh, pain and pleasure mingling as he leaves a hickey on my breast while his hand kneads the other one.

He positions himself between my legs and I squirm when he discards my soaked panties. He spreads my slick all over my cunt and pauses to play with my clit, eliciting soft whimpers from me. I gasp when I feel his warm tongue lapping up my juices. “So sweet and beautiful,” he says, watching me lose my mind.

He thrusts a finger inside me and I clench around him. “Fuck you’re so wet baby. I bet you can handle another finger,” he says as he adds another one and I move my hips, asking him to move faster. “Good girl,” he compliments as he curls his fingers, hitting a sensitive spot in me. “Right there,” I gasp, encouraging him.

Just then, the door opens and my head snaps up. I see Mattheo striding in confidently, a cocky grin plastered on his face, eyes glazed over with lust. Enzo continues working his fingers in my cunt as he turns and gestures to Mattheo to join us with a tilt of his head. I feel turned on seeing Mattheo watching me in such a vulnerable state.

“Getting her nice and stretched for us,” he comments to Enzo appreciatively as he moves over to me.

“Hi,” I whisper, lips parted in anticipation when he reaches me and his face is mere inches from mine.

“Hi,” he whispers back before he kisses me, tongue moving hungrily into my mouth and I welcome the taste of mint and cigarettes. I wrap my fingers around his curls and he groans in pleasure when I tug on them, deepening the kiss.

When we break apart to catch our breath, I complain to Mattheo, “you have too much clothes on.”

He laughs good-naturedly at my bluntness, “such a slut. I can see why Enzo likes you so much.” He removes his clothes and I admire his athletic figure, sculpted by years of playing quidditch.

I turn back to Enzo when I feel him remove his fingers and mouth from my pussy and watch him remove his trousers. “You’re so hot, baby,” I smile at him and admire his toned body, thinking about how well he fits against me. I move my fingers to my heated core, playing with myself as Enzo returns to me.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you?” He asks and I shake my head, moving my hand away to welcome him between my legs. 

“Then take it, baby,” He says thrusting himself in me. I gasp at his length and he moves quickly and effortlessly as I drip all over his cock, pleasure coursing through me.

My head turns back to Mattheo when he takes my hand and brings my soaked fingers to his mouth, tasting my juices. “You taste so good,” he says.

“Darling, return the favor and taste Mattheo,” Enzo commands and I turn my head to my side, opening my mouth for Mattheo. He holds my hair back and moves his cock in my mouth. He closes his eyes in pleasure, “fuck. Such a warm, pretty mouth.”

I clench around Enzo and he brings my legs closer to him, thrusting deeper inside me and I arch my back in response. My eyes water as Mattheo reaches the back of my throat and I choke on his hard length. He takes on a steady rhythm, my moans muffled by his dick stuffed in my mouth.

I feel overwhelmed having two cocks inside me and I feel the pleasure building up to a crescendo. It doesn’t take long until I’m a moaning mess, writhing against Enzo.

“That’s it,” Enzo encourages, thrusting faster as I ride out my orgasm. “Such a good slut,” Mattheo praises. 

Mattheo moves to kiss my breasts, giving me space to breathe and recover. While he rolls my nipple in between his finger he asks, “Enzo making you feel good, huh?

I nod, “I’ll feel even better when I cum around your cock, Matty.” I feel him twitch against me and he holds his hard length, stroking himself.

Enzo mercilessly rubs my clit in a flit of jealousy and I cry out feeling overstimulated. “Who do you belong to?” He asks with an edge to his voice. Mattheo tsks in amusement. 

“Only you, Enzo. I belong to you,” I breathe out. “You can do whatever you want to me anytime and I’ll take you like a good girl,” I assure him. 

My words send him over the edge as I feel his liquid heat inside me and I squeeze him, savoring the warmth as he twitches inside me. “That’s right, now clean me up,” he commands.

I rise and crawl towards him on all fours. I gently grasp his cock, still slippery from my wetness and stroke him before sucking on his salty tip and licking his spilled seed. I take him deep in my throat and he takes my hair in his hands to guide my head.

“Such a good girl. You want Mattheo to fuck your pretty pussy as a reward?”

My head bobs up and down faster to nod, moaning against his hard length. He closes his eyes at the vibration it creates. Mattheo doesn’t waste a second. He slides himself over my slit, spreading my wetness and gently enters me from behind. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel him bottom out. I relish the feeling of being stuffed with two cocks once again, heat building in my core.

Enzo kneads my breasts as they follow the movement of both boys pounding into me. Mattheo grips my hips tightly, moving deeper inside me. “You’re taking me so well,” he praises and I clench around him. “Fuck, so tight.”

We lose ourselves in the moment, each thrust taking us deeper in our pleasure. “You’re so gorgeous with your mouth stuffed, baby,” Enzo praises and I choke around him in response, hand stroking him faster. It’s enough to send him over the edge, spilling his seed inside me again. I swallow him, enjoying his salty taste. When he pulls out, I lick the rest of him, cleaning him up once again.

Mattheo moves inside me faster and I whimper at how close I am to another climax. I start riding him, slamming back into him, which drives him wild and makes a moaning mess out of me. He moves relentlessly and I cry out, shuddering against him which triggers his release. I feel myself get filled with his hot, sticky load. 

“You’re so sexy when you take his cum, baby,” Enzo praises, leaving soft kisses on my lips and face.

“What will you tell Mattheo?” Enzo gently holds the side of my face, turning me to face Mattheo.

“Thank you Matty,” I tell him. “Such a good slut for us,” he replies. 

“Need more,” I beg.

“Don’t worry baby,” Enzo reassures me, mischief glinting in his eye. “We’re just getting started.”

[peaches2217]

A little-known fact about power-ups: their effects never disappear completely. Even when the magic runs its course or is forcibly cut short, there will always be some physical imperfection that remains with you as a reminder of the power you held. That said, imperfections are so miniscule that it takes years of regular power-up usage — or several months of intensive daily usage — for any such effects to manifest to more heavily obvious levels. As most people don't use power-ups more than a handful of times in their lives, it's only natural that this fact remains obscure.

Even Peach spent most of her life oblivious to this (which makes her feel quite silly, because not only has she used power-ups plenty of times before, power-ups are the Mushroom Kingdom's main exports). Her first exposure to this concept came from — where else? — Mario.

She had already called Mario her dearest friend for the better part of two years when she first saw his hands up close. She'd noticed before that he rarely removed his gloves in her presence, and when he did, he would immediately stuff his hands into his overall pockets, but she'd never thought anything of it. The first time she asks him to remove the gloves for her (he fell from a tree because it's Mario, of course he'd fall from a tree, and she wants to make sure he didn't sprain anything breaking his fall), he's hesitant to comply, but ultimately relents.

She quickly sees why: there's patches of red on the backs of his hands, devoid of hair and pulling lightly at the surrounding unaffected skin. His fingers and palms are calloused, which she already expected, but they're discolored as well, darker in some spots and lighter in others. He must have been in some terrible accident, she theorizes. It looks painful.

It's not that bad, he assures her! He's just used one too many Fire Flowers over the years. He hasn’t gained any new burns since attaining Firebrand, which grants him heavier resistance to fire, so what he’s got isn’t all that difficult to deal with. It’s just… unsightly. Luigi’s hands are similarly marred from abundant Ice Flower usage, he reveals: his fingers are permanently pale and the rest of the skin is varying shades of purple and red, remnants of frostnip. Mismatched hands for mismatched twins!

Peach spends several minutes tracing Mario’s burns with delicate fingers. It’s not at all unsightly, in her eyes, just fascinating and honestly even a bit beautiful.

The closer they become, and the more she sees of him, the more she sees those remnants of the innumerable power-ups he’s used. His hair seems to grow faster for a few weeks after using a Super Leaf or Super Bell, especially his facial and body hair. He’ll shave thoroughly and an hour later he’s already got a five o’clock shadow. Sometimes he just gives up and decides to live with a beard for a little while. He’s not too fond of the Metal Cap or Gold Flower because he feels stiff for days after using either. He’s paranoid that his joints will eventually turn to solid gold if he uses those powers too much, which would be super duper cool if only it wasn’t also super duper painful.

His entire body is covered in stretch marks. He already had some on his stomach and thighs since he’s so heavyset, but all the growing and shrinking and restabilizing he’s subjected himself to via size-changing Mushrooms has left blanching trails embedded into him from his neck to his knees. Using an Elephant Fruit will usually net him a few more, and he swears up and down that his skin gets a little thicker with each usage as well. That one’s purely theoretical on his part, but lotions and hand cream don’t seem to absorb as well as they once did.

Peach could spend hours marveling at his body. She loves trailing his stretch marks with her fingertips, or rubbing her thumb in tiny circles over patches of burnt and rehealed skin, or combing her nails through the hair on his head and his body and his face. Some people earn medals or badges when they perform heroic feats, but Mario earns something that Peach finds much more precious: “imperfections” that make him all the more unique and all the more lovely. All the more him.

[thatboy4you]

Thinking back to an experience I had with an afab pillow princess..

We were at a small party at a friend's house some people were upstairs sleeping but a few of us were down stairs...

When we realised everyone was dead asleep we both had an interesting idea that we went through with so I'm writing that experience out..

I can feel my body heating up at the idea of eliciting noises from you, feeling you.

If you are engaging in sexual activity around other people regardless of them being conscious of unconscious this should always be discussed with that third party before hand and must be consensual.

Your breath fanned over my face, your clothed hips slowly rolling against mine, I let my hands wander to your hips, guiding you, I know you want more.. I want more.. but making you wait is fun.

I let my hand dip under the bottom of your shirt slightly, my finger tips stroking your stomach, dancing above the hem of your joggers, your hand moves to mine, gently pushing it down, but I don't let you speed me up, taking my time as I cup you, I can feel how warm you are, how badly you need me.

My fingers press against your clit over your panties, and you whine, leaning over hiding yourself, my face is in your neck and I kiss your skin softly, sucking gently, enjoying the salty taste.

"shhh."

I let out quietly, as much as I love your whines, our friend is only a few feet away from us...

I take my time, moving in slow circles, feeling your panties get damper on my finger tips.

It's pathetic, how worked up you're getting, maybe it's the alcohol that's got us riled up, or maybe it's the fact our friend could wake up any second to see what we're doing.

Once I think you're wet enough, I push your underwear aside, my breath hitching at how wet you are, the warm familiar feeling makes me moan no matter how many times I've felt it.

This isn't new, i know your body, I know what you need,

"be good and keep quite for me, okay?"

I press my fingers into your entrance, feeling the way you stretch around me, how warm you are on my fingers. I could do this, forever.

I curl my fingers, moving slowly, painfully, and I find that spongy texture, you pull back, making eye contact with me, it's dark, but I can see how flushed you are.

I stare silently, my lip between my teeth, as I move my fingers out, pressing back deeper, slowly, your hips roll, taking more of my fingers. I sit up, my head now level with your chest, and I kiss softly over your shirt.

I don't move my fingers, you simply grind, slowly at first, working yourself up,

"that's it, fuck yourself on my fingers,"

You whine, I know, I know you need me, and I want you.

I push my fingers, your mouth falls open your eyes closing, and I thrust faster, harder.

My thumb bends to your clit, rubbing messy circles, I know you're close, I can feel you clenching.

"ask."

The only command I let out, my voice a whisper, the thought of our friend waking up thrilling me.

I watch you nod, humming, trying to form your words. And before you do I remove my hand. Your eyes shoot open, and I admire your hair stuck to your face, the marks across your collar bones and neck.

I gently move off the sofa, moving to the kitchen. I love this game, working you up whilst pretending I didn't. It humiliates, you because you know you're going to follow me.

And you do, you turn the corner to see me getting water from the fridge. You take the glass placing it on the table behind me, and you grab my neck, pulling me to kiss you. Grabbing my hand and placing it back between your thighs.

And although we both know I'm in charge here, I obey. I let my hand massage you gently through your clothes, and I know it's not enough.

So I press you against the standing cupboard, my thigh pressing hard into you, and you grind, your moans a little louder now being further from the living room.

You sound like heaven, your skin tastes like bliss. I continue to scatter marks on your neck, moving down slowly.

Over your chest, I know you don't have a bra on so I lightly bite your nipples through your shirt, and the noise you let out tells me how much you needed that. But my mouth continues to lower, lifting your shirt gently to place a few kisses by your belly button.

Your skin is so.. so soft.

My fingers curl to your joggers, pulling them as well as your panties to your ankles, I pull them off gently, holding your ankle, I look up, seeing the way you're looking down at me.

The need in your eyes, the heaving of your chest.. it's so addictive.

I lift your left leg over my shoulder, kisses over your thighs, biting the skin every so often. I know I've made you wait for so long but I know you can be good, I know you can wait just a few more minutes.

When you're twitching, and gripping my hair, I move to where you need me, I collect some saliva in my mouth, and wrap my lips around your clit, sucking softly, you legs tense, and I know how worked up you are.

I hum softly around you, knowing how you like the vibrations. And you moan, louder than before, I pull away.

"stop. Do not test me, be quiet or I will stop."

You nod biting your lip again. And I return, letting my tongue slide between your ruined folds, stopping just below your clit and back down again, pressing into your aching hole, you press my head into you, and I resist against you,

"if I have to keep stopping I'll punish you when we get home, you'll take what I give you, or you get nothing."

You grip loosens, and I drag my tongue slowly to your clit, circling it firmly, drawing out the way your thighs twitch.

I let my mouth latch to your clit again, sucking firmer this time, flicking my tongue softly, and my fingers press into you.

This has become muscle memory for me, the feeling of your fingers gripping my hair, the way your clit twitched between my lips, and your wall clench around my fingers.

I feel a gush of wetness against my fingers, the noises coming from you, from my mouth nothing short of sinful.

I know youre close.. I know you want this,

I pull back, reminding myself from earlier,

"beg."

And you do, god you do,

"please..please..please.. fuck.. please.. I need.. please"

You can't even make a sentence, your whispers breathless, your breath caught in your throat. You begging pressing my head again, making it bop against your clit, and although I'd protest usually, I know how badly you need this.

So I double my efforts, simply getting lost in the taste, sound, and feel of you. And god I don't want to leave this moment.

Your legs tense, and I use my shoulders and spare hand to hold you as your tremble, feeling you clit spasm strongly, your dripping pussy clenching erratically around my fingers, that's it, that's what you needed...

Just as you're catching your breath, we hear the living room door open, our bodies freezing, there's light footsteps, and after a few seconds the door closes again. We breathe, laughing in eachother, and I kiss your thighs softly before pulling your clothes back on.

Now I know you'll sleep well.