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A Lesson in Lust

Inspired by a request!

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Reader fakes an orgasm Azriel has no choice but to teach her not to lie to him, but not with words.

Warnings: smut | 18+ | pwp | dom!Az / Brat!Reader | Brat tamer/taming | cunnilingus | slight impact | slight breathplay | creampie | p in v | overstim | controlled orgasm | clit sucking | slut shaming | slight dollification | there’s so many ts freaky

Word count: 6.5k

A.Note: Please read the warnings!!! This is nasty, literally all smut, mdni.

I should have known better.

Should have known that Azriel, with all his centuries of honed observation and razor-sharp instincts—his ability to read people down to the slightest flicker of emotion—would notice.

I thought I had hidden it well, that he had been too lost in his own pleasure to realize I hadn't unraveled beneath him the way I usually did. That the tremor in my voice, the sharp edge of my cries, hadn't quite matched the ones before. I told myself he wouldn't catch the fleeting moment where my body had tensed but never truly shattered, where my release had been nothing more than an illusion painted for his sake.

I don't even know why I did it. Azriel had always been so attuned to me, so devoted to my pleasure. Maybe it was the exhaustion weighing down my limbs, the ache of an endlessly long day pressing against my bones. Maybe it was the way he had looked at me tonight—so desperate to bring me over the edge with him. I hadn't wanted to bruise his pride.

But he knows.

He doesn't say anything. Not as he cleans me up with steady, reverent hands, the warm cloth dragging over my skin with the same care he always gives me. Not as he helps me into my nightgown, his touch lingering a little longer than necessary. But I feel it. Feel it in the way his hazel eyes darken, their golden flecks burning as they study me in that quiet, unreadable way.

Still, he says nothing. Not when he turns off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into a cocoon of darkness. Not when I turn to him, pressing a soft kiss against his lips in an attempt to quell the unspoken weight between us.

He kisses me back, slow and deep, but his shadows betray him. They curl tighter around his frame, restless like they are whispering secrets meant only for him—secrets I cannot decipher.

He doesn't say anything for a long while. Holds onto the knowledge, lets it simmer beneath his quiet exterior, tucked away where I almost believe it will stay.

For a moment, I think I've gotten away with it.

But when morning comes, the silence finally fractures.

"Why did you fake it?"

The question lands like a stone in my chest, sending my heart into a frantic rhythm. His voice is steady—too steady. Like he's been awake all night just waiting to ask.

I blink at him tiredly, feigning confusion. "What?"

Azriel doesn't waver. "You didn't come. Why'd you fake it?"

Blunt. Direct. The weight of his stare alone is enough to pin me in place. He's clearly been sitting with this, turning it over in his mind, dissecting it in that way only he can. And now, he wants answers.

"I—I didn't—"

He tilts his head slowly, and my breath catches. Not a word passes his lips, but the movement alone is enough of a warning.

"Try again, love." His shadows swirl around us despite the morning light filtering through the curtains.

I stay silent.

Azriel exhales, his grip on my waist flexing. "I've been up all night trying to figure out why you'd feel the need to fake something like that. Especially with me." His voice is soft, but it cuts through me all the same. "And I can't. So tell me—why?"

"I didn't want you to feel bad," I murmur, barely above a whisper. "You treat me so well, all the time. I didn't want you getting hung up on this one night."

But here we were—doing exactly that.

His jaw tightens, tension carving sharp lines into his face. The early morning light filters through the curtains, soft and golden, but there is nothing soft about the way he's looking at me. Still, his hands find mine, fingers intertwining. The roughness of his scars against my skin is familiar. Comforting.

"Do you think so little of me?" The words are quiet, but no less devastating.

"No." I snap my gaze to his, panic flickering in my chest. "No, never, Az."

His thumb skims over my knuckles before he brings my hand to his lips, pressing a kiss there. "Then why lie?" he asks, the warmth of his breath lingering. "Do you not trust me to take care of you? Do you not want me to?"

His voice dips lower, and my stomach clenches. He truly had to be thinking about this all night to draw up these conclusions.

"I do," I rush to reassure him. "Of course I do. I was just—I was tired, that's all." I lean closer, brushing my lips against his in a gentle kiss.

He doesn't pull away. Doesn't let go of my waist. But when he tilts his head, the look in his eyes shifts into something sharper. Something hungry.

"You tired now?"

His mouth finds mine again, deeper this time. Slow, deliberate, teasing.

I exhale softly. "No."

Azriel mirrors my smile, but there's something different about his. Something sharper. More feral.

"Good."

And before I can react, he's got me beneath him, arms pinned above my head, a wicked gleam in his hazel eyes.

A gasp catches in my throat as Azriel moves, fast and fluid, flipping me beneath him before I can so much as blink. My wrists are pinned above my head, his scarred fingers wrapped firmly around them, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress.

His wings flare slightly, blocking out the golden slant of morning light, leaving nothing but the two of us in the shadows. His shadows.

They curl around his frame like living threads of darkness, writhing in time with his slow, deliberate breaths. The way he looks at me now—hazel eyes molten, jaw tight, lips slightly parted—sends a shiver down my spine.

"You really thought I wouldn't notice, didn't you?" His voice is low, rough, but not angry. No, the way he says it—the way he watches me squirm beneath him—is something else entirely.

I swallow hard. "Azriel, I—"

"You were exhausted." He hums as if considering my excuse. "Didn't want to hurt my feelings." A soft scoff leaves him, his nose brushing the shell of my ear. "What a sweet little lie."

I shudder, my fingers flexing uselessly beneath his grip. "It wasn't—I just—"

"Didn't think I could handle the truth?" He trails a hand down my side, fingers whispering over the thin fabric of my nightgown, tracing every dip, every curve. "Or did you think I wouldn't take care of you properly?"

I shake my head quickly, but he catches my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him.

"You know I don't like being lied to, love," he murmurs, voice silken and dark. "Especially not about this, you forgot though."

His thumb drags over my bottom lip, and my breath hitches. He watches me, eyes burning, gaze sharp enough to cut.

"Let's fix that, yeah?"

His grip on my wrists tightens just as his free hand moves lower, skimming over my stomach, my thighs—slow, teasing, deliberate.

"You're going to be honest with me from now on." A soft kiss, barely there, pressed to my throat. "You're going to let me take care of you the way I always do." Another kiss, lower this time, lingering over my pulse.

"And you, love," he whispers, teeth grazing against my skin, "are going to learn exactly what happens when you try to keep something like that from me."

His shadows coil around my ankles, holding me in place, and then—

I lose the ability to think.

"Az," I breathe, my body arching instinctively beneath him, trying to chase the warmth of his touch. But he holds me still, his fingers barely skimming where I need him most, his shadows curling tighter around my wrists and ankles like they, too, are in on his cruel game.

Azriel hums, amused. "You sound a little desperate, love."

I glare at him, but it's hard to make it convincing when I'm squirming beneath him, my pulse racing, my breath coming too fast. "You're being cruel."

His lips curl at the accusation. "Am I?" His fingers dance along the edge of my nightgown, slipping just beneath it before retreating just as quickly, his touch featherlight. "Seems to me I'm just teaching a valuable lesson."

"You're insufferable."

Azriel chuckles, the sound low and sinful, sending a ripple of heat through me. "You weren't saying that last night."

Heat floods my face. "Maybe because last night, you weren't tormenting me."

His brows lift, feigning innocence. "And yet you didn't come. Seems to me you like the tormenting." He dips his head, kissing a slow, searing path along my collarbone. "But if you'd prefer, I could stop."

A smirk plays at his lips as he starts to pull away as if testing to see just how desperate I really am.

I scowl, tightening my legs around his waist, locking him in place. "Don't you dare."

His laughter is warm against my skin, and the next thing I know, his fingers are on my thighs, tracing slow, torturous circles. "That's more like it," he murmurs approvingly. "Now, tell me, love—" his lips ghost over the shell of my ear, his voice nothing but a delicious rasp, "—you going to fake it again?"

My brows furrow as I peer up at him through my lashes.

"No," Azriel grins, wicked and knowing. "I'm not going to stop until you're too wrecked to even think about faking it again."

A sharp inhale. A rush of heat.

His hands tighten, and his voice drops to a whisper, his words dripping with sinful promise.

His fingers move with calculated precision, unbuttoning my top one slow pop at a time. I help him shed it, my own hands sliding beneath his shirt, mapping the warm, golden skin stretched over taut muscle. The ink of his tattoos shifts under my touch as he pulls the fabric over his head and tosses it aside.

I lean in, capturing his lips, but he meets me halfway, claiming my mouth with a hunger that steals my breath. His tongue sweeps past my lips, exploring greedily, and I moan softly into him.

Then, suddenly, my wrists are pinned to the mattress, bound by the whisper-soft strength of his shadows. A gasp catches in my throat, my body instinctively tugging, but it's futile. Azriel merely smirks, his fingers skating down my sides, toying with the band of my panties, the heat of his touch sending sparks across my skin.

I lift my hips in a silent plea, urging him on, but he only chuckles, slow and deep. "Patience, love," he chastises, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric.

"Please," I whisper, desperate.

Azriel hums in approval but moves achingly slow, peeling the lace from my body like he has all the time in the world. His knuckles brush against my thighs as he drags them down, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

"I want you to feel everything," he murmurs, lips ghosting over my collarbone, where a faint mark from last night still lingers. A reminder. A promise.

"Az," I whine, shifting against the restraints, needing more, needing him.

He tsks, dark amusement glittering in his hazel eyes. "I know, I know," he coos, dragging his mouth along my skin, teasing me with every slow, lingering kiss. "But you can be patient can't you?"

I nod, breathless, eyes locked onto his as he trails lower.

"Good," he praises, but his voice dips into something more commanding. "And you understand I can't reward your bratty behavior?"

"Yes," I whisper.

His brows arch. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

Azriel's smirk is wicked, his satisfaction rolling off him in waves. "There's my girl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my stomach before lowering himself further between my thighs. "Now stay still for me, yeah?"

I nod, back arching as I ready myself.

His breath is warm against my skin, teasing, taunting, and when his lips ghost over where I need him most, a helpless whimper spills from my lips. I tip my head back into the pillows, unable to watch, unable to handle the way he's taking his time, savoring the way I fall apart beneath him before he's even truly touched me.

"Sweet girl," he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "So needy. Just couldn't get off, could you?"

I shake my head pitifully. "No," I manage, my voice barely above a breath.

He clicks his tongue, pressing a featherlight kiss to my inner thigh. "It's okay, love," he murmurs, and then his grip tightens on my hips, holding me still as he finally, finally drags his tongue through my slick folds.

A choked moan tumbles from my lips, my back arching further off the bed, but his shadows keep me grounded. He hums in approval against me, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat coiling low in my stomach.

"Azriel," I moan, writhing, tugging uselessly at the darkness binding my wrists. "Please."

He smirks against me but doesn't answer, just hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, deepening his assault. His tongue flicks over my clit with precision, his mouth sealing around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking just hard enough to have me keening.

I can't move. Can't grind against him, can't chase the pleasure building inside me—because he's making sure that my release comes entirely from him.

That realization has me spiraling even faster.

"Az—Azriel, please," I gasp, my thighs trembling as the coil tightens, winding impossibly tight.

His grip on my hips bruises, his scarred fingers pressing into my skin as his tongue circles my clit again and again.

"Go ahead, love," he rasps against me, his voice thick with satisfaction. The vibrations of his words against my swollen, aching cunt are all it takes to send me over the edge.

I shatter, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as my orgasm crashes through me, my body locking up before melting into the mattress. My vision whites out, pleasure consuming me in wave after relentless wave.

Azriel doesn't stop. Doesn't let up. He guides me through it, slow and deliberate, savoring every aftershock.

"There it is," he murmurs, his lips pressing a final, lingering kiss to my sensitive folds before glancing up at me, utterly wrecked beneath him. "My girl looks so pretty when she comes."

The flat of his tongue gathers my arousal on his tongue, cleaning me. A soft, broken whimper is the only response I can manage.

But Azriel isn't done. Not yet. Not until I've learned my lesson.

I panted softly, still trembling as he kissed his way back up my body, his mouth hot and unrelenting against my flushed skin. Every inch of me is still humming from the waves of pleasure he's wrung out of me.

His lips trail over my breasts, pressing a kiss to one before he takes the stiff peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling in slow, torturous circles. The same tongue that had just shattered me now teases and soothes in equal measure, and I bow into his touch, a soft gasp spilling from my lips.

"Azriel," I rasp, tugging against my dark restraints.

His shadows hold firm, but he lifts his gaze to me through his lashes, those hazel eyes molten with desire. My breath catches, and I swear I feel the heat of his stare everywhere. His tongue flicks against my nipple, sharp and purposeful, and my thighs instinctively fall back open for him.

He smirks, releasing my breast with a wet pop before kissing his way up, up, until he finds my lips. He swallows my soft whimper as his tongue slides past my lips, letting me taste myself on him. The intimacy of it makes my head spin, and I kiss him back greedily, nipping at his lower lip when he pulls away.

His breath is warm against my mouth as he murmurs, "Inside?"

"Yes," I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I need you inside me."

His lips quirk up in a lazy, knowing smile. "Yeah? You need it?"

"Please," I whimper, my desperation laid bare.

Azriel hums, kissing me again, slow and deep, before pulling away. The sound of his belt unbuckling, the rustle of fabric as he shoves his pants down—it sends a thrilling pulse of anticipation through me.

I was so attuned to him, his sounds, the feel of him. The heat of him between my thighs, the way he strokes himself once, twice, teasing me with the promise of what's to come.

Then he's there, pressing the thick head of his cock against my slick entrance, and I nearly sob with need.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice dark with satisfaction as he teases me, sliding just the tip inside before pulling back. "So wet, so ready—"

"Az," I whine, my hips tilting, seeking him.

His hand presses down on my stomach, holding me still. "You take what I give you, love. Nothing more."

I moan at his words, at the sheer dominance in his tone, and then he pushes in, stretching me inch by inch until he's seated fully inside me. He takes his time, driving me wild in the process, each slow thrust pulling a desperate sound from my lips. My walls flutter around him, trying to draw him deeper, but he holds himself back, teasing, torturing.

By the time he finally sinks to the hilt, I'm panting, trembling beneath him, my body molded perfectly to his.

A low groan rumbles through his chest, his head dropping to the crook of my neck as he rolls his hips once, dragging a sharp gasp from me. "Fuck," he breathes, his voice wrecked. "So tight. Always so fucking perfect for me."

I whimper, my body adjusting to the delicious burn of being so completely filled, stretched to the limit around him.

Azriel pulls back slowly, almost entirely, before thrusting forward again, his pace agonizingly slow, like he's savoring the way I squeeze around him.

"You feel that?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice dark, wicked. "How deep I am?"

"Yes," I pant, my wrists straining against my restraints, desperate to touch him, to claw at his back, to do anything other than lie there and take it.

But that's exactly what he wants.

He rolls his hips again, dragging himself against that spot inside me that has my toes curling, my back arching off the bed.

"You lied to me, love," he reminds me, his tone thick with amusement, with something darker, more possessive. "So now I get to decide how long you last."

A whimper slips from my lips, and he chuckles, low and satisfied.

"You'll take what I give you," he murmurs, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me still even as I writhe beneath him. "And you'll thank me for it."

Then he pulls back and thrusts into me hard, setting a punishing rhythm that steals the breath from my lungs.

He grips my thighs, spreading me wider, fucking into me so deep I swear I can feel him everywhere, in my bones, in my blood.

"So good, you're always so good for me," he groans, his voice rough, barely held together. His restraint is a fragile thing, and gods, knowing I could break him with a single plea makes me throb around him.

"So cruel of me," he muses, his thrusts slowing, dragging out my torture, "to come inside this pretty pussy last night without making sure my girl got her release, hm?"

All I can do is whimper, my head tipping back, body trembling as he fucks me slow, deep, each deliberate roll of his hips making me feel every inch of him.

The rhythmic sound of the bed slamming into the wall and his low, guttural grunts fill the room, the air thick with heat, with the wet, obscene sounds of him driving into me. I bite into my lower lip to stop myself from sounding so damned desperate, but we both know—Azriel knows—just how wrecked I am.

The proof of it is between my thighs, soaking his cock, dripping down onto the sheets.

His hand slides down my stomach, his fingertips ghosting over my clit, not quite touching, just enough to make me sob in frustration.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice full of wicked delight. "Fucking dripping for me." His thumb swipes through my slick folds, pressing teasingly just above where I need him most. "So messy, love. So needy."

I whimper, arching into his touch, desperate for relief.

Azriel tuts, shaking his head. "Oh no, sweetheart. You don't get to come yet."

I whine, a broken, desperate sound, and he just chuckles, pulling his hand away entirely.

"You wanted to lie to me," he reminds me, his lips brushing over my jaw as his cock twitches inside me. "Now you get to feel what it's like to be left aching, desperate, needing."

I sob, my head thrashing against the pillow, but he just keeps fucking me, slow and deep, making me take every inch of him without giving me a single ounce of relief.

I fucking love it.

Azriel smirks against my throat, dragging his lips down the column of my neck, his cock still buried deep inside me, thrusting slow, deep, controlled. My body is writhing beneath him, my nails digging uselessly into my palms as his shadows keep me bound.

"Poor thing," he murmurs, nipping at the spot just below my jaw, his tongue soothing over the sting. "You sound so fucking desperate."

I whimper in response, my thighs trembling, my cunt clenching down around him in a futile attempt to pull him deeper, to coax him into fucking me the way I need.

He chuckles, low and dark, dragging his cock out so slow before sinking back in, every inch stretching me open again, every movement meant to drive me insane.

"You said you'd be good for me," he muses, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Said you understood why I had to punish you."

I nod frantically, my breath hitching as he rolls his hips again, the angle perfectly devastating.

"Then why," he murmurs, his lips brushing over my ear, "are you whining like a slut, love?"

A full-body shudder rolls through me at his words, and he laughs—a wicked, pleased sound—because he knows exactly what that does to me.

"Oh?" His grin is evident in his tone. "You like that?"

"Azriel," I rasp, my voice ruined, my body burning.

"Sir," he corrects smoothly, his hand wrapping around my throat, applying just the lightest pressure.

"Sir," I breathe, and fuck—I shouldn't be this turned on, shouldn't be this gone just from the way he's talking to me.

He hums in approval, dragging his nose along my cheek before whispering, "That's my girl."

And then he stops moving.

I let out a cry, bucking my hips, desperate for anything, but his grip on my throat tightens just slightly as a warning.

"Ah, ah," he tuts, shaking his head. "You'll take what I give you, remember?"

"Yes, sir," I whimper, my head falling back.

His thumb brushes over my lower lip. "Such a good girl." He tilts his head, pretending to consider something. "Maybe I should make you beg for it properly."

"I—" My voice catches as he barely rolls his hips, just enough for me to feel him inside me without giving me any real relief.

"I think I will," he murmurs, his thumb pressing against my lips. "Go on, love. Beg."

"Please, sir," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He tuts, shaking his head. "Oh, sweetheart, you're not even trying. You know you can do better than that."

He pulls out entirely, making me sob in frustration, in unbearable, aching need.

"Again," he commands, his tone all silk and steel.

"Please," I gasp, my back arching, my legs trembling. "Please, sir, I need you so bad, I—fuck—I can't—"

He groans, his cock twitching against my entrance, and finally—finally—he slams back inside me, knocking the breath from my lungs.

"That's it," he praises, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that has my nails digging into my palms, my mouth falling open on a soundless moan. "That's my fucking girl."

I'm ruined beneath him, my body alight with pleasure, with torment, with the unbearable need to come. And he knows.

His hand drops between us, his fingers finding my clit, and I wail, my body bowing off the bed as he circles the swollen bud with just the right amount of pressure.

"You wanna come, love?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.

"Yes, sir," I sob. "Please, please, please—"

His pace falters, just for a second.

"Fuck," he rasps, his cock twitching inside me. "You sound so pretty when you beg for me."

"Then please," I cry, the pleasure coiling so tight I can't take it anymore.

He presses his forehead against mine, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate.

"Come for me, love," he breathes. "Now."

And fuck—I shatter.

My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body seizing, my back arching, my walls fluttering wildly around him as I scream his name.

But Azriel—he doesn't stop.

Not even for a second.

"That's it," he growls, his fingers still working my clit, dragging my pleasure out, making my body shake, making me wail. "Give me another one, sweetheart. I know you can."

My body jerks, as my breath stutters and my thighs tremble violently from the sheer intensity of my release, he just keeps going.

"Too much," I gasp, my body writhing beneath him, every nerve ending alight with unbearable pleasure. "Sir—"

His hand tightens around my waist, his hips still slamming into me, his cock dragging against that spot inside me that makes my vision white out.

I sob, my body tensing as another wave of pleasure builds, impossibly fast, impossibly sharp.

"What's wrong, love?" he murmurs, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear. "You were so eager for it just a moment ago."

His fingers press against my clit, rubbing tight, devastating circles, making my body twitch beneath him.

"I—fuck, I can't—"

Azriel just grins, leaning down to kiss my temple, so mockingly sweet.

"You can," he purrs, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "You were just begging for it, I know you can."

I whimper, my head tossing to the side, my brain too fogged to even process anything beyond the ruthless way he's using me.

"Look at you," he muses, his tone full of wicked amusement. "Fucked so dumb you can't even think straight."

I moan at his words, my legs trembling around his waist.

He laughs, low and mean, his fingers still ruthlessly working my clit, even as my entire body shakes from the overstimulation.

"What was that, love?" His teeth graze my jaw, sending another shudder down my spine. "You like being used like this?"

I sob, my head tossing back, unable to form words, unable to do anything with my hands and ankles bound. I loved it, he knew I loved it.

"Fuck," he groans, his thrusts growing erratic, his grip on my wrists bruising. "You're so fucking perfect like this—just my little plaything to fuck as I please."

I wail, my body burning, pleasure suffocating me as another climax threatens to rip through me. The pleasure was wringing me out dry.

His fingers press against my clit, merciless, relentless.

"You gonna give me another one, sweetheart?" His voice is taunting, his lips brushing over my ear. "Gonna come on my cock again, even though it's too much?" He mocks.

I nod frantically, tears slipping down my temples, my body convulsing from the unbearable pleasure.

He smirks, so fucking smug.

"That's what I thought," he murmurs. "My perfect little slut."

I gripe, clenching around him tightly.

Azriel moans, his cock twitching inside me, his thrusts growing sloppier, more frantic.

"One more," he growls, his hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing just right. "Give me one more, love. Be good for me."

I don't even have the breath to scream. And then he snaps his hips forward, his fingers moving faster, and I fucking lose it, another orgasm ripping through me, dragging me under, drowning me in white-hot bliss.

I just shatter, my body breaking apart, my vision going dark at the edges as pleasure obliterates me.

And Azriel—he fucking laughs, still thrusting, still pushing me, ruining me.

"That's my girl," he purrs. "Always so good for me."

Azriel pulls out slowly, almost tenderly, and I slump against the mattress, my body wrecked, trembling with the aftershocks of everything he's done to me. My wrists ache from pulling against the shadows, my legs barely responding to me as I try to catch my breath.

I think—finally. He's done.

But then his hands are on me again, flipping me onto my stomach in one fluid, effortless motion, his strength overpowering.

"Didn't think I was done, did you sweet girl?" he murmurs, his voice like a dark promise as he hauls me up onto my knees.

I barely have a second to process before his hand presses against my back, forcing my chest down, stuffing my face into the pillows.

I gasp, my arms pinned uselessly beneath me, my body still twitching from overstimulation as I feel him behind me—feel the hard press of his cock sliding between my soaked folds, teasing, not yet giving me what I know he's about to.

"Azriel," I mumble, my voice muffled against the pillows, wrecked and pleading.

He tuts at me, his grip tight as he spreads my knees wider, forcing me open for him.

"You think you can take another round?" His voice is full of mockery, his hand running slowly over my hip before gripping me there, holding me in place. "You've been so good for me, taking everything I've given you—you wouldn't let me down now would you?"

"No sir," I moan softly, my body already shuddering with anticipation as he lines himself up, the head of his cock nudging against my entrance.

I barely have time to pant out a desperate, "Sir," before he thrusts inside me, deep, the new angle making me see fucking stars.

I scream, my fingers clenching uselessly into the sheets as he fills me completely, pressing so deep it makes my entire body tremble.

"Fuck, that's better," he groans, his hands sliding up to grip my waist as he pulls out almost entirely before slamming back in, his pace instantly ruthless.

My mouth drops open in a silent moan, my mind blanking as he uses my body, fucking me like he owns me, like he's never going to stop.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he murmurs, his voice dark, smug. "To be bent over like this, my cock so deep inside you, you can't even think?"

I sob against the pillows, my body already climbing toward another release, my overstimulated nerves sparking with unbearable pleasure.

Azriel just laughs, his hands gripping my hips as he forces my legs to stay open, refusing to let me close them, refusing to let me hide from how utterly ruined I am.

"You're so fucking perfect like this," he breathes, leaning down so his chest presses against my back, his teeth grazing my ear. "Taking me so well, love. My perfect slut."

I keen, my walls clamping down around him, my entire body melting under his words, his touch, his fucking torment.

"That's it," he purrs, his fingers sliding down between my legs, finding my clit, rubbing it in cruel little circles. "Come for me again, sweetheart. I want to feel you break on my cock."

He keeps his pace brutal even as I flutter around him, his grip on my hips unrelenting as he fucks me into the mattress, each thrust shoving me deeper into the pillows, like he's trying to mold me to the shape of his cock.

And all I can do is take it. Take the way he ruins me, the way he stretches me open again and again, making me feel so fucking full I can't even think.

"You hear yourself, sweetheart?" he taunts, his voice dark, drenched in amusement as he listens to the wrecked little sobs spilling from my lips. "Crying for me while you drip all over my cock like a good whore."

I sob again, pleasure and overstimulation making my body shake, making my mind fog over with nothing but him.

"F-fuck, Az," I whimper, my fingers clawing uselessly at the sheets.

His hand cracks against my ass, making me jolt forward on a choked-out cry.

"Sir," he corrects again, his tone firm, his free hand sliding up my back, tracing the arch his thrusts are forcing me into.

My walls clench around him so tight it drags a deep, filthy groan from his chest.

"You like that?" he purrs, smug as sin, rolling his hips in slow, torturous circles, making sure I feel every inch of him. "Like knowing I could fill this pretty little cunt up—watch you swell with my seed?"

I whimper, my toes curling at the thought, at the absolute filth pouring from his lips.

And then his hand is sliding down, pressing to my lower stomach—right where he's buried deep inside of me.

A guttural groan rumbles from his chest, his fingers flexing as he feels where he's stretching me open, where he'd fill me up if he let himself go.

"Fuck," he breathes, his grip tightening on my hip as he thrusts again, shoving deeper just to feel the bulge of himself inside me. "So fucking deep, love. You feel that?"

I nod weakly, my eyes rolling back, my body trembling as another broken sob leaves my lips.

He laughs, wicked and cruel.

"Already so fucked out, aren't you?" he taunts, dragging his palm over my stomach, pressing harder just to make me feel how deep he is. "Poor little thing—just a dumb, desperate mess on my cock."

I keen, my legs shaking, my body completely wrecked and at his mercy.

He twitches, my body arching as he presses into a spot that makes my vision go white, my mouth falling open in a pitiful pant. "Sir, feels, so good," I whimpered.

"Yeah? Greedy girl, going to come again?" He taunted, lips brushing against my shoulder, his sweat-slicked chest kissing my bowed back.

"Please—can I?" His pace didn't slow, even if I knew he was getting closer, he grew more and more sloppy but he did not slow.

"Wait f'me, I'm almost there," He whispered into my skin.

I clenched around him, unable to help myself, wanting to help him get there. My arms shook, near to giving out as I panted into the bed sheets, gripping the pristine white cloth in my fist to stop myself from moving up on the bed.

He twitched inside of me again, growing eager. "Inside," I breathe softly. "Fill me," I beg.

"Yeah? Want me to claim this cunt?" He whispered, lips grazing over the shell of my ear.

"Please, sir," I beg, bottom lip wobbling.

"Okay love, come—come f'me," He chokes slightly, consumed by his need for release. I doubted I could hold onto that edge for much longer, and the sound that left me during that final orgasm was louder than the rest, primal in a way. He twitched once more, and as I clenched tightly around him from the cresting of my orgasm, he came too, painting my walls white with his thick release.

He thrust slowly, gently, easing me down from the white-hot high that still had my body trembling. My whimper was soft, and breathless, as he finally pulled from me, his release spilling from me, warm and slick against my thighs. If not for his steady hands cradling me, guiding me down onto the mattress, I might've collapsed completely.

"Not too much?" His voice was hushed, rough around the edges, like he was just as wrecked as I was, despite that Illyrian stamina keeping him upright. A calloused hand brushed through my likely tangled hair, tucking it behind my ear so he could see me clearly.

I tried to form words, but all I could manage was a breathless, "No." A slow inhale, then, "Felt s'good." My voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper, and even that much effort felt like too much.

He hummed softly, pressing a lingering kiss to my temple. "You did so good," he murmured against my skin before slipping his arms beneath me. I barely had time to react before I was in his embrace again, lifted with ease. "Let's get you cleaned up."

I nodded weakly, my limbs boneless, and let him carry me into the bathroom. The cool marble of the counter met the flushed heat of my skin, soothing, grounding. I watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, admiring him in this quiet aftermath. The way his jaw clenched in focus as he wrung out a damp cloth. The tenderness in his touch as he wiped me down, extra careful between my thighs. The contrast of his rough, battle-worn hands moving with such exquisite care.

He combed through my hair next, untangling the knots his fingers had left earlier, his motions steady, unhurried. Every stroke, every pass of his hands over my body, was reverent. Devotional.

He kissed me softly then, tasting of cedar and salt, of something uniquely him. His hands skimmed my sides, his touch a whisper of heat against my skin.

"Six times." His voice was smug, but quiet, like he was half-talking to himself.

I blinked up at him, dazed. "Hm?"

"You came six times." His lips quirked into a knowing smirk, his fingers tracing idle patterns along my thigh.

Heat flooded my already flushed cheeks, my stomach twisting with something like mortification and pride all at once. If he knew so easily, then surely he knew immediately last night when it wasn't real.

"You were counting?"

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Had to make up for last night."

I huffed a small, breathy laugh. "You did."

His smirk softened as he kissed me again. Slow. Deep. A promise.

"How do you know?" I murmured against his lips, pulling back just enough for our noses to brush. "When I come?"

His gaze darkened, and something in his expression made my stomach flip. "You make this pretty face," he said, voice dropping, thumb tracing my bottom lip. "You couldn't fake it if you tried."

I swallowed hard, heat pooling low once more.

"And you always moan my name," he continued, pressing a slow kiss to my throat. "Every single time." His lips dragged over my pulse, felt the way it jumped. "Without fail, it's always my name on your lips."

I could feel my blush creeping lower, my skin burning everywhere he touched.

"You didn't last night," he murmured, voice a lazy drawl like he was enjoying my embarrassment. "Wasn't hard to figure out."

I groaned, dropping my forehead against his shoulder, but I couldn't help but laugh at myself. He chuckled too, the sound a warm rumble against my skin.

I pressed a kiss to his temple, letting my hands roam down his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath my touch.

"So," I mused, still breathless, still utterly spent. "Breakfast?"

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fr just an smut with isaac lahey BC DAMN

༄  word count  —  1.3k

፨  characters  —  isaac lahey

☓  tw  —  none

⊹  cw  —  smut, dirty talk

☼ a/n — hey guys, sorry it’s been so long. i’ve been trying to take a break from social media so i haven’t posted since december (yikes 😬). but i’m back now! i won’t be as active as i was before but i’m getting to my asks i’ve received in the last four months, so be on the lookout for those :)

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it was supposed to be a nice, regular date with isaac after not seeing each other in a week. finals week was a bitch, and you had a habit of shutting yourself off from the world during it. and whether you meant to or not, you included isaac. every time he’d called in the last week you’d said you were busy with studying.

so right as the dismissal bell rang on the last day of testing, he was at your locker. he’d basically made you shove everything in and leave it, doing his best to get your mind off of school for winter break.

and you drove out to the woods for some alone time and an early drive-thru dinner.

as soon as he leaned over to kiss you, you knew this wouldn’t be a regular date.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were in the backseat of his car with you on top of him. he didn’t fit well back there, so his knees pressed against the backs of the front seats, giving you something to sit on.

but you knew this would happen. sure, you didn’t anticipate him driving you out to the woods, but you had a good feeling the two of you would fuck tonight.

so you wore his favorite skirt — a knee-length dark red one, which was tight around your waist so it could show off your hips. it gave him easy access, and allowed you to skip the awkward stage of shimmying off a pair of pants while on top of him. on top you had a low cut shirt, which you’d had covered with a sweater most of the day.

your body was for him, and you didn’t want anyone else looking.

one of his hands laid on your ass cheek, the other held your face still where he could kiss your neck. you wanted to kiss him, though, so you tilted his chin upward to connect your lips.

“i’m sorry for ignoring you for a week,” you mumbled into his mouth.

“it’s okay.”

you felt a pair of fingers push your underwear to the side and settle on your clit, causing you to moan loudly. along with not seeing isaac for a week, you hadn’t touched yourself either. you always tended to be more sensitive when it’d been awhile.

“you’re already soaked,” he said, looking up at you with heart eyes, admiring the way your face twisted and contorted from pleasure under his touch. “all this for me?”

“who else could make me this wet?”

it was his turn to moan, his being more guttural and excited.

you reached down and undid his jeans as his fingers continued to work, causing you to struggle a bit. but when you reached into his pants and wrapped your fingers around his hard length, he faltered and stopped for a few seconds. you hummed in satisfaction before he slid two fingers into you.

your hips involuntarily ground into his hand, your eyebrows dipping down and forming a crease between them. his fingers were long, and they could reach places in you that you never knew existed before he came around.

“shit,” you whispered, quickly placing your palm against his wrist. he looked at you with a bit of worry in his eyes. “i love your fingers, but i want you inside of me. please.”

you didn’t realize how needy you were after only a week, but he didn’t care. you reached behind you and opened the middle console of the car, pulling out a condom. you tore it open and rolled it onto his length for him, causing him to take in a sharp breath.

without hesitation, you lined him up at your entrance and looked him in the eye before sinking down, filling yourself up and holding your breath. he mumbled a ‘god’, his fingers pressing into your hips.

you took the lead, grinding and bouncing with such speed that you were rocking the car. you were dizzy from the pleasure and his tongue tracing circles on your carotid artery only added to that.

fucks, shits, and gods filled the air, adding to a perfect harmony with moans, whimpers, and pants that was enough to make aphrodite and eros themselves shudder.

most of the time when you and isaac fucked you were afraid he would rip right through you. you could feel yourself stretch as much as humanly possible and the tip of his cock pressing harshly against your cervix, but right now that would-be discomfort only added to the pleasure coursing through your veins.

he spread his legs a bit more so your movements weren’t so limited and keeping your ass from landing so harshly against them.

he slid his hand up between your shoulders and pulled your chest to his mouth, allowing him to press sloppy hickeys to your skin. but that position change caused friction against your clit and made your legs tremble, and you could immediately feel yourself that much closer to your orgasm.

“fuck, isaac,” you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders. he absolutely loved hearing his name come out of your mouth during sex. it was one of his top turn-ons — knowing that he was the one making you feel this good. that he was making you cum, making you moan and cry out. no one else, him. that you were his, all his, and everything he did made you feel good.

“tell me how good it feels.”

“so good. gonna cum soon.”

“yeah?” you nodded at his question. “you gonna cum for me?”

“yes,” you cried, picking up your speed to inhuman levels. “fuck... please.” you didn’t really know what you were pleading for as you were the one on top, but you knew he loved hearing you beg, hoping it would help push him over the edge.

he used his other hand to reach up and pull your hair, tipping your head back and giving him full access to your throat. and that was when you crumbled apart. you subconsciously switched to grinding against him instead of bouncing, giving special attention to your clit and allowing him to hit your g-spot.

tears slipped down your temples and into your hair, your legs shook hard enough to hurt, and the noises leaving your mouth only made him smile.

you rode out your orgasm, resting your forehead against his as you caught your breath. hums of ecstasy were the only sound you could muster as you looked at him.

“you good?” he asked with a smile, to which you nodded.

“did you finish?”

he shook his head. “almost.”

immediately, your hips were moving up and down again, and your lips found their way to his jaw.

“isaac,” you whispered, “be a good boy and cum for me.”

another one of his turn-ons? you talking to him like this. like you were a teacher asking him to do his best on a paper, or like you were a dog trainer gently teaching a puppy tricks, which was sort of ironic.

and it really worked. his fists squeezed your shirt into two balls, doing his absolute best to not do the same to your hips.

his head fell back and rested against the top of the seats, his eyebrows slowly raised up his forehead, and his hips began bucking. and elongated ‘f’ slid off his bottom lip, and you watched with a cocky grin as he came hard into the condom.

 you continued kissing his neck as he caught his breath.

“goddamn,” he mumbled, letting go of your shirt and slipping his hands under it instead, gently stroking the skin with his thumb. he tilted his head upward again so he could look at you. “god, i love you.”

you weakly chuckled, pushing his now slightly sweaty curls off of his forehead.

“i love you,” you responded. “and i missed you.”

“i missed you more.”

your smile only grew as you leaned down to give him another kiss, this time deeper and sweeter.

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princess

stepdad!anakin x reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, dubcon, praise kink, daddy kink, fingering, overstimulation, bros a MUNCHHH

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Your book was left open by your head, after reading you had drifted off into a deep sleep, unaware of the quiet noises of your stepdad making his way to your room.

Anakin cautiously opened the door expecting to find you awake but instead he caught sight of your sleeping form. You were dressed in a light pink singlet outlined in lace and adorned in bows.

Your panties were the same style and he could see them peeking out from under your thin covers. He lightly padded towards you reaching his hand out to slowly pull back your covers. His eyes raked over your body, your nipples peaked through the thin material of your top from the cold temperature of the room and your panties left little to imagination as they outlined your pussy.

Anakin took a seat next to you, his calloused hands brushing against your soft skin, unknowingly causing you unrest. Opening your eyes you were met with the comforting warmth of your stepdad, normally people would feel quite uncomfortable with the idea of this happening…but you and Anakin weren’t like that.

“hey sweetheart, didn’t mean to wake you, just came to say goodnight.”

you smiled up at him, slightly blushing and unsure as to why this statement made you feel all warm and fuzzy, in one specific area.

“it’s ok daddy, like it when it’s just me and you” you admitted, covering your face as you felt it heat up.

Laughing anakin removed your hands, “don’t be shy baby, don’t hide from me”

there was a short silence, filled with the two of you making eye contact, bathing in each other presence, until anakin broke it.

“guess i should let you sleep huh? goodnight hun”

he went to get up until your hand reached out to hold his bicep, and god was it hard as a rock, briefly imagine that wrapped around your throat.

“please stay ani”

Anakin couldn’t resists the way you looked at him, the way you whined the nickname you gave him when you were 13, he wondered if that was the same face you would make if you were choking around his cock, your mouth covered in pre cum and spit, god he could feel his pants tightening right then and there.

“oh alright guess i could stay a while”

laying down next to you Anakin pulled you closer against him, your head resting against his chest with his arms wrapped around you. The two of you layed there for a while until Anakin’s hand came to rest on your upper thigh where your leg was laying across his hip. His thumb gently rubbed at your skin as you felt your lower stomach heating up. You started rocking back and forth hoping to satisfy the hunger you felt within you. Anakin raises his eyebrows noticing what you were doing against his thigh, his hand coming up to your hip gripping onto the flesh there, tensing his leg muscles he nestled himself further into core until you could feel your own juices soaking your inner thighs.

“please daddy feel so good keep going”

“mm baby you gonna cum for me just like that want you to make a mess on my thigh”

“mmhm yes yes please don’t stop gonna come daddy please”

you moaned out, pushing your forehead against Anakins chest as you came. His thigh was completely soaked and your baby pink panties were completely see through at this point. You were breathing heavily as anakin kissed your neck whispering the sweetest things into your ear.

“such a good girl aren’t you, sweetest little thing ever”

Kneeling between your legs he pushed your knees apart getting a clear sight of your panties which were completely soaked with your come, the material clung to your pussy like a second skin as his hand came down to lightly slap you. the noise of your wetness echoed around the room as you hid your face in embarrassment.

However you were quick to move your hands and grip onto anakins hair when he licked you over your panties, his tongue thick and flat against you as his eyes closed. He would never be ashamed to admit that being in between your legs had him ascending to heaven.

Grabbing hold of the waistband he dragged them down your legs til they were at your knees ultimately squishing your legs together and pushing them back almost folding you in half. You barely had time to breathe before he was dragging his tongue through your pussy, gasping out you felt immobile with anakin pushing your legs back. The filthiest sounds were coming from him, grunts and moans as he enveloped your clit with his mouth, the way your juices ran down into his awaiting mouth covering the lower half of his face and your thighs completely. You just couldn’t take it anymore, your throat had gone hoarse from screaming out Anakin and daddy as you felt things you never had before. Completely losing it when he rubbed at your clit with his thumb while simultaneously fucking your hole with his tongue. With a silent scream you released a whole new wave of juices that ran down your hole and onto anakins beautiful face.

“thank you daddy thank you so much”

crawling up from his position on the floor Anakins hand reached out to wipe the stray tears that fell down your flushed cheeks, mentally taking a picture to remember this moment the next time he had to do jerk off. His soft wet lips met yours, tongues swirling together as you tasted yourself on his mouth. He held your jaw in place pushing past your pouty spit covered lips with his thumb, eyes attentively watching you suck on it with the cutest look on your face.

“god, here i was thinking i could ruin you but how could anyone not be on their knees for you princess”

His arms pulling you into his once more until you had drifted to sleep and anakin returned to your mothers room as he heard the front door open.

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~unedited~

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Wanna Find Out? [Alexander Skarsgard]

A/N: fleshing out a quick idea. Sorry for the formatting, I’m on mobile.

Plot: getting drunk with good friend Alex and a question arises.

Pairing: Alexander Skarsgard X Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Oral (M & F receiving), Unprotected sex (always use a condom!), Alcohol

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Your day had been shitty but your evening was going much better as you had steadily gotten a little happy drunk with your friend Alex, relaxing on his sofa with random bad movies playing in the background as you set the world to rights and talked absolute bullshit.

Alex shuffles and sinks down, his head resting on the sofa back as you watched another horror with predictable teens getting drunk, fucking and then murdered before anyone could do anything. You could swear you’d seen it before but it could just be it was so similar to the previous one.

You tilt your head as a full frontal of a man comes on screen and you raise an eyebrow. “No way is that real… gotta be prosthetic.”

Alex chuckles and swigs his beer “maybe…. Dunno. He could just be an elephant.”

You laugh and finish your drink “….so what about you? I’ve seen Big Little Lies… was yours a prosthetic?” You pour another glass and can feel Alex’s eyes on your back but you don’t turn to look at him as you lean back.

“You wanna find out?” He raises an eyebrow and looks over to you.

Your glass rests on your lip as you blink and turn to meet his gaze “oh? That easy? I just had to ask?”

“Yup…” he nods and swigs his beer, finishing the bottle.

“Okay.. okay then.” You down your whiskey “whip it out..”

Alex puts his bottle down and pushes down his sweatpants to free himself. Apparently he had forgone underwear for comfort. Your eyes wander down from his face to his cock and you can’t help but let out a gasp “oh… no… no prosthetic needed.” You lick your lips at the sight and shuffle to face him.

“Nope…” he shakes his head and smirks “never needed one… though I will say it was damn cold in True Blood!” He goes to pull his sweats back up but you stop him, “no need to cover up so soon…”

“Oh..?” He raises an eyebrow and watches you shuffle to face him and lean down, dragging your tongue down his length. “Oh!”

You hum, wrapping your hand around him and lick the tip into your mouth, sucking lightly and feeling him harden under your touch. Alex groans quietly and moves his hips to your mouth as you slowly take him deeper into your mouth until he couldn’t go any further. Deepthroating was not your forte so your hand would have to make do for what your mouth couldn’t take.

He doesn’t seem to mind as you bob your head and swirl your tongue around him making him moan louder, a hand threading into your hair while the other grips the armrest of the sofa. You look up under your lashes and watch his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath he takes, a moan on every exhale. You massage his balls with your other hand and draw out a low low growl from him, his hips bucking into your mouth and almost making you choke. Almost. He settles his hips again and pants heavily as your mouth works along his length, around the head and your tongue teases the slit.

You moan around him, barely able to open your mouth wide enough to take him you pull away briefly and pant before sucking around the head and jerking his length with your hand. He stutters and groans pulling you away fully “god fuck, not yet…”

You wipe the corners of your mouth and watch him crawl over you, pinning you down to the sofa and kissing you passionately. His lips move over your jaw and neck while he pulls at your strap top, freeing your tits for his teasing amusement. Just as Alex had gone sans underwear, your idea of comfort didn’t include a bra.

Massaging and kneading while he kisses and sucks on your nipples, his teeth scraping lightly and his fingers pinching just enough for that pleasurable pain that makes you gasp and whine. Heat fires through you down to your core and you wish you could squeeze your thighs together but Alex’s hips hold them apart.

Once he was satisfied with the nip and bite marks on your tits he moves lower and undoes your jeans, pulling them roughly down over your hips and legs until he can throw them aside to the floor. His large hand immediately moves to your pussy; his thumb circling your clit as his fingers tease your entrance. “So wet for me…”

You whine in answer and nod “I’ve thought about this a lot…”

“Me too.” He moves your leg to lay over his shoulder and kisses your calf, pushing two fingers into you slowly with ease, drawing out a mewl of pleasure from your lips. He thrusts slowly and watches your hips move to the same rhythm before dipping down and flicking his tongue quickly over your clit. You gasp and moan his name, your hands in his hair as you rock your hips to his fingers and tongue. His scissors and thrusts, curls and stretches you out while his tongue works on your sensitive and hardened nub.

You feel a flutter pulsing through you, making you whimper and arch “oh god..”

Alex chuckles against you and slowly pulls away, withdrawing his fingers from you and holding them up to your mouth to clean him off and humming “that’s my good girl…” licking his lips as he watches your tongue swirl around his fingers. He soon resumes his previous position and lays your leg over his shoulder, lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing into you, watching your pussy stretch to accommodate his size.

You arch off the sofa as you feel him deep inside you, the head of his cock neatly against your cervix when fully inside you. He kisses your ankle and calf again, settling to let you get adjusted before pulling out and rolling his hips. You gasp and grip onto his wrist as his cock fills you out in ways you hadn’t experienced before; hitting all the right spots on every thrust and roll of his hips. You moan loudly into the room and lift your hips to his movements, another pleasurable pain as he stretches you out to take him fully.

Once accustomed to his size you rock your hips a little faster, watching his face as he grips your hip and thigh, pulling you onto his thrusts.

“I can take it..” you pant and groan needily. “Please!”

Alex growls low and speeds up; his hips piston into you, pushing deep and hard making you writhe and arch on the sofa with his name falling from your lips like a mantra. His eyes move from his cock stretching you to your blissful face to your tits, moving on every thrust of his hips.

“You feel so good…” he groans and grinds his hips into you making you bend double against him. His arm moves around your back and holds you as he leans his forehead against yours. “Let go for me… cum over my cock…”

You pant and whine, unable to make a sentence as his cock drives into you relentlessly.

“Good girl…”

You moan and drop your head back “fffuuuuuuuuck!!!” Arching suddenly against Alex as you cum; your muscles tightening in pulses and pulling him over the edge with you.

Alex lets out a long moan as your pussy milks him, his eyes on your heaving chest as you both relax onto the sofa after release.

He lays your leg to the side and then himself behind you, moving carefully and not pulling out of you yet. His arm holds you close while he whispers sweet things in Swedish close to your ear, against your neck and jaw where he leaves trails of kisses.

You close your eyes and turn your head to catch his kisses, stroking his face and whispering back how good he felt.

“Never been fucked like that..” you kiss him slowly, your tongue exploring his mouth.

He hums and nips you a little “gonna have to make sure I do it again some time then.”

“How about once we’ve recovered before breakfast…?” You chuckle and keep kissing him.

“Gimme ten minutes and I’ll make your legs stop working.” He smiles and rocks his hips playfully, making you gasp.

“Deal…”

-fin-

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nsfw. mdni.

Daichi loves morning sex.

Especially on weekends when no alarms are going off and neither of you have anywhere to be.

Whether he wakes you up by kissing your shoulder or you wake him up by raking your fingers through the sparse black hairs on his broad chest makes no difference to him. As long as you rest your thigh on his hip and grind your dewy pussy against his morning wood, he's perfectly content to welcome daybreak.

Your sweet, whispered nothings run together, your eyes still closed as he spreads you open, and your fingertips dig into his shoulder. You're always so much more sensitive just after waking up, but so is he.

He rocks his hips, sliding his hard length in and out with the perfect blend of slick ease and rough drag, knowing you come fastest in the morning.

His breath and his voice are heavy and deep, laced with sleep and arousal as the bed begins to move.

"Mm...god, Daichi," you sigh, his strong thighs flexing beneath restless sheets. His touch is warm and firm, strong and safe; and with your mouth open against his bicep, his scent floods your awareness. His deep desire for you buzzes like a live wire through your body and just as you begin to clench around him, he fills you with his musk.

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HII!! im desperate for another dbf hotch you write it so mf well.!:!2&2£ if u want it can be golf again bc like he could stick a golf club where the sun dont shine BUT BESIDES THE POINT- you’re an amazing writer and lit anything dbf hotch themed is great!!

Taking Chances

MINORS DNI - 18+

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner (dbf!hotch) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Smut, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Shameless Smut, Golf, Golf Lessons, dbf!hotch is beautiful, Hotch is a golf instructor, inappropriate use of golf clubs, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Sex, Daddy Issues, Praise Kink, Sweet Aaron Hotchner is not a prude

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: not proofread. Anon, thanks for the idea!

Another day, another golf lesson.

Your summers were spent here, at your dad’s country club. You liked being here, it was a nice place to relax and enjoy bathing in the sun, but this year, there was a father-daughter golf tournament, and your dad was taking it so seriously that he had hired you a private golf instructor. Considering it was his own country club, you understood the pressure that came along with these things. He wanted to win. He perhaps even needed to win for appearance purposes.

The thing was, your dad was so determined to have you be good at golf that he had hired you the same private instructor your dad had hired for himself three years ago, and you had to admit, your dad’s game had improved a lot since. So much so that your dad had befriended the man and that man had become a huge part of your life in those last three years. You would even admit that the man was your friend now.

It was all fine until you had your first spicy dream featuring said man. At first, you had discarded it because the man was attractive and anybody could see that, but then it had become a weekly occurrence; spicy dreams featuring your dad’s best friend and your now private golf instructor. It didn’t help that in your dreams, the man exhumed as much sex appeal and confidence as he did in real life.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be good at golf for your dad, it was more that you liked to be bad at golf so Aaron would extend your private lessons by a few hours and spend more time talking about golf with you.

Ever since Aaron had invaded your dreams, you were having a hard time being around him and having to pretend everything was normal. After all, how was it normal to want to sex up your dad’s best friend?

Maybe it was because Aaron was actually kind and composed, and that was attractive as hell. There was much more to it than that, but that was the easy explanation.

You really liked that Aaron was always so calm and nice because it made you feel calm just being around him.

That did not mean, however, that Aaron was unaffected by this underlying electricity that surged through his whole body whenever you were close.

Aaron had wanted you ever since you had been needing a ride home two and a half years ago, especially since you had shown him you were a lost soul in this day and age. You listened to great music, you talked about great books and you didn’t really partake in the social media era that seemed that plagued women your age.

“Women your age” was Aaron’s most effective reminder that he was older than you and that he shouldn’t entertain thoughts of you under him, on top of him, or anywhere close to him, especially naked. There was also the fact that for all intents and purposes, you were his best friend’s daughter and that was as forbidden as it could get.

During the day, he was able to keep a tight lid on it and act like you weren’t the sweetest fruit he had ever wanted to sink his teeth into, but at night?

Well, at night, sometimes he let fantasy win. He had never wanted to touch himself to thoughts of you at first, it was a slippery slope and it wouldn’t end well, but then one night, he woke up from the best sex dream he had ever had in all his years of life, a dream in which you tasted as sweet as he thought you would, and he couldn’t help thrusting into his fist until his thighs quivered and he covered his hand with so much come, he had to take a second to consider whether it had been a normal amount.

He shouldn’t have agreed to private golf lessons with you, but he wanted to make sure your dad would never be suspicious of anything, especially when it came to fantasizing about his daughter, so he had agreed.

Aaron was aware you had more talent than you let on when it came to golf, he could see it so clearly that you were doing everything in your power to spend more time alone with him, and he wasn’t a good man because he let you. He let you because he was selfish and he wanted more time with you. It was hard to be good around you, especially since you definitely wanted to spend all this time with him, so he let it happen, knowing full well he shouldn’t. He pretended not to know you were bad on purpose, and he helped you as best as he could. He extended lessons, he talked about everything he knew about golf, and he did his best not to think about your short skirts or the way you smiled and smelled when he went home.

You loved having Aaron drive you home after lessons because you bonded over things in his car. Sometimes it was something as simple as great music he had mentioned wanting to share with you, sometimes it was food on the way home that he had stopped for and made sure you ate with him in the car, sometimes it was literature and exchange of book recommendations, and sometimes, just sometimes, it was the comfortable silence you could share with him without any pressure.

Of all the things he could make you feel on the daily, how calm he could make you was addicting. As much as you felt like you were thrumming with energy around him, and as nervous he could make you feel when he stared at you, the overbearing feeling was always serenity.

Another day, another lesson that promised to end late.

Both of you were reluctant to end them early and go home. Both of you were too far gone to have enough common sense not to do this dance, the kind of dance that wouldn’t end well but felt like the salsa duet of a lifetime.  

“See? You turn your feet and hips too early. That’s why you slice the ball,” Aaron explained as he saw you miss your tee shot again.

Aaron knew without a doubt that your drive was your best asset, but he didn’t care in the least.

You turned to face him, hand on your hip as if goading him to approach with attitude yet still showing dissatisfaction with your shot. “Then show me what to do.”

Aaron saw a faint smirk on your face as he looked down at your hand on your hip and he had to look away not to notice your short skirt.

“Why don’t you just admit that you want me to hold you and help you swing like they do in the movies?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes at him and looked away, but Aaron knew you weren’t mad. “Fine. I’ll just figure it out on my own.”

It was Aaron’s weak spot, and you knew it. He never liked having you say you’d figure it out on your own, perhaps having a sixth sense that you had done so for a long time with your father always being gone for work.

Your mom had left when you were a baby so you had never really known how to miss something you didn’t know, but at least your nanny growing up had been a mother to you right until she passed, and you couldn’t blame your dad for being more absent for work when she did because you were an adult by then. He wasn’t a bad father or anything like that, he loved you and you knew that much, he just wasn’t present, even now, and he often tried to buy your affection with things. He brought in so much money and you had never been in need, you had everything most kids wanted growing up, and even now, you had a great car, a condo in the city, a trust fund… You were well taken care of, but you never cared about any of that because what you wanted was a present dad.

You knew he showed affection differently, so you tried to adapt to it, but it seemed fairly obvious now that your issues had stemmed from your dad being absent. Issues like liking your dad’s best friend because Aaron showed you that he cared, he showed you what it was like to have someone be present and show kindness, he showed you what it meant to have someone look after you, he showed you what it felt like to have someone proud of you and say so.

Liking Aaron romantically wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t just about your overwhelmingly clear daddy issues, it was also because Aaron had become your closest friend in the last years. He was decent and kind, he was patient and present, and he was always looking after you when it was obvious he needed someone to look after him, too. You wanted to be there for him, you wanted to be what he needed, and if one of your bonding sessions in his car last week had ended with you both sharing being single, it hadn’t been crossing a line because you were both adults who happened to be friends, who happened to share personal things with one another.

You never hid from one another, and bonding over things was just your way of maintaining the inevitable at a safe distance. It didn’t feel bad to fall for Aaron, in fact, it felt as soothing as his presence was, and as much as you tried to rationalize the whole thing, you were helpless because this wasn’t a fleeting crush, and it would never feel bad or inappropriate for you.

For Aaron? Well, you knew he would fight with his own head for a lot longer than you had been, so you let him be. You would let him figure it out one way or the other. It didn’t need to be said, it didn’t need to be acknowledged, you knew he felt it, too. At least to some extent.

You had hope, you wouldn’t lie about that. He spent so much time with you that you would have been crazy not to hope, but you tried not to. You tried not to because if Aaron let his common sense win, you would end up with your heart broken.

Aaron had never liked hearing you saying you didn’t need anyone or that you figured things out on your own. He was perfectly aware that you would have needed your dad sometimes while growing up, and as much as he knew that you could deal with things on your own now, he still wanted to look after you. He couldn’t help it. You were an adult, you were successful on your own and you didn’t need anyone, but Aaron liked caring for you. You didn't need him, but he liked being there.  

“No, no. I’ll help you. Just why?” Aaron asked, his tone far from accusing.

His gaze was soft but there was a question in there, and you weren’t sure he wanted you to answer it truthfully just yet.

“I want to be good at golf,” you explained.

Aaron would laugh, but instead, he just chose to stare at you, trying to read what you weren't saying.

“Don’t lie to me,” he warned.

If he was reading your gaze correctly, you were both about to toe over the line of something more and Aaron was ready to run through that line. If you let him know you wanted him to forget about that line, he would. You had never explicitly asked for physical contact of any kind, in a way, it was obvious to you both that if any kind of contact between you was initiated, it wouldn’t end innocently or morally. It would end in a total absorption of one another and you would consume one another because old souls like yours didn’t do anything halfway.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked.

“Just tell me the truth.”

“And what is the truth, Aaron?” you prompted since you weren’t fooling anyone.

“You’re good at golf. I’ve seen you play. The staff here all ask me why you need so many lessons when you’re one the best players at this country club.”

You had your suspicions that he knew, that he was just going along with it because he too wanted more time with you.

You smiled broadly, shrugging as you admitted defeat, “You caught me.”

“So you want my hands on you,” Aaron clarified.

It was more for him than it was for you that he was voicing it directly. He needed it to be said out loud, he needed it to be said to know it was real and not in his head.

“I want more than just your hands on me, Aaron.”

Aaron opted to pretend for a while longer, if nothing but to give you both an out if necessary. He walked towards you, positioning himself behind you and holding your hips first to show you how to move them. When he was satisfied with how you moved your hips, a rehearsed motion you could do without him, he decided to put his arms around you. He put his hands on top of yours around your golf club, helping you with the motions again. He knew you were good and that you didn't need help, but if you wanted him to touch you, he'd do it incrementally. He wasn’t blind, he wasn’t stupid, but he wanted you both to think things through.

He was also aware that every movement with you plastered against him resulted in you rubbing your ass against his front, and it was becoming increasingly hard to remain professional and guarded.

“You had to wear the tiniest skirt I’ve ever seen, didn’t you?” he muttered under his breath.

“Touch me,” you pleaded, a sultry tone that left nothing to the imagination.

Aaron shook his head but remained firmly in place, holding you so he was all around you. “No,” he whispered to the back of your head right before he put his head on your shoulder to focus on your joined hands on the club.

He needed you to be decisive, he needed you to ask for it, and you were aware that he wasn’t unaffected by this as your ass rubbed against his clothed cock.

“Why? Are you a stuck-up, Aaron? Never would have pegged you for a prude,” you said, hoping to spur him on.  

“Shut up,” he warned.

His tone was authoritative and dangerous, and if you had your way, you’d learn how to memorize it for your alone-time fantasies.

You discarded the golf club and turned around, planting both hands on his chest and smiling as his breath caught in his throat.

Aaron thought he was being tortured. It was painful to feel you against him and not be able to do what he wanted to.

Not here.

“Make me.”

Aaron shook his head, unable to control the twitch of interest in his pants. He couldn’t do this, not here?

Right?

“No? Okay, then. Consent is important and I can respect that,” you added, starting to move away.

Aaron was acutely aware that if he let you go right now, he wouldn’t get another chance like this and he wasn’t dumb enough to let you go. He wasn’t dumb enough to let you walk away.

He put his arms around your waist, holding on to you firmly as he shook his head in disapproval again. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m not?” you teased with a smirk and quirked eyebrows.

Aaron longed to kiss that smug expression away, maybe as much as he hoped to taste one of your smiles against his lips.

“Your dad could come by any minute to check on us and our lesson.”

“He never does. But I guess we’d better work fast if he does decide to show up today,” you replied as your fingers danced on his polo. You looked up at him from under your eyelashes and Aaron was having difficulty breathing normally.

You could his erection and you weren’t about to let him walk away if he liked you half as much as you liked him.

“You’ll be the death of me, sweetheart,” he groaned.

You smiled as you put your arms around his neck, tilting your head to the side and watching how his eyes darted to your lips. “Hmm… I still need you to say you want this.”

“Do you want this?” he asked.

“Stop deflecting.”

Aaron looked down at your lips, aware that he was standing on the threshold of something that would haunt him for the rest of his life if he let himself do this.

“Of course I want you,” he replied confidently.

You made him feel so calm about the whole thing that even if everything he felt inside was scary, scary was good if he had you.

You were scared he’d break your heart, it was the main reason why you hadn’t done anything until now, but even under intense stress, the peace of mind he brought you was unparalleled. The tranquillity in your heart was mixing well with the forbidden feeling of holding him like this, and as unsettling as all of it felt, your head was unclouded by reason or doubt, and it already felt too good to let him go.

“And I want you. So what are we going to do about that?”

Aaron smirked and as composed as he was around you, you felt danger moving in his veins. “I think I might have to show you I’m not a prude.”

You nodded and Aaron bent down to pick up the golf club. He grabbed your hand and made you sit in his golf cart nearby before he pressed on the pedal and drove away from the range.

Aaron brought you to a woody area near Hole 7, a woody area that was so dense that it'd hide you and it would muffle any sound that dared to come out. Unless someone lost a golf ball around here, it would be just you and Aaron, as it should be.

Aaron parked behind a dense tree line, and you had to refrain from drooling as your eyes settled on the tent in his pants. You wanted to do so many things to him, things you had dreamed of many times already.

Aaron moved you to straddle his lap and if the steering wheel bit into your back, he didn’t care and neither did you.

You were already desperate for it and rutting on his leg, and Aaron stopped you, holding your face gently in his hands and admiring how the rays of light that came through the trees danced on your face.

“You’re beautiful.”

You smiled sheepishly and attempted to hide your face, but Aaron didn’t let you and he kept his eyes on you. He knew you weren’t used to compliments like these, but he’d tell you every day if you let him.

“You really are, sweetheart," he added.

You smiled fully this time and when you leaned down, Aaron matched your smile as your lips met his.

He had been right, you were as sweet as he thought you would be. Your lips were anything but hesitant the second they met his, and if you moaned inside his mouth as you tried to rut your core against his thigh, he had to pretend he hadn’t heard it for his own sanity.

He moved your skirt up a little, looking at your already-soaked panties. “Oh, sweetheart, let me help you.”

Aaron was painfully hard and throbbing, the sight of you chasing pleasure on his leg would fuel his fantasies more than he cared to admit, but he wanted you to feel good and he wanted you to know you would never have to do anything on your own anymore if he had a say in it.

You nodded adamantly and Aaron reached back as a filthy idea entered his mind. He picked up the loose golf club and looked at the rubber at the end of it. It was almost veiny, and he still had to show you he wasn’t a prude. In fact, he was twisted and he’d let you in on that little secret, at least just partly for now.

Taking his best friend’s daughter already accounted for a lot in that department, but still.

Aaron moved your panties out of the way, loving how you moaned as his fingers only grazed your wet cunt.

“Aaron, please…”

Aaron felt chills at hearing his name moaned in pleasure and he picked you up and sat you down in his spot, turning you to the side before he got down on his knees on the ground next to the golf cart.

Your skirt was around your waist and you loved how Aaron looked hungry and parched as he looked at you bare before him.

He positioned the end of the golf club near your entrance, holding your panties to the side with one hand. He waited, but then you smiled at him as your hand caressed his cheek.

“Not a prude, then.”

Clearly, you had caught on and you knew what he wanted to do.

You were perfectly aware of where this was going and while he didn’t know the depth of your feelings for him, it was clear to you that you would never deny him anything.

Aaron smiled. “Can I taste you?”

“Yes. I want you to.”

Aaron didn’t lose a beat and his lips landed on your clit, first kissing it before he sucked on it and you longed to buck your hips into his mouth to get more of him.

You moaned as his tongue moved relentlessly on your clit, setting an unforgiving rhythm that would get you there very soon if he didn’t let on. He sucked on your clit again right before you felt the tip of the golf club partially breach you.

You hissed, the rubber of it not necessarily comfortable, especially since it wasn’t lubricated.

Aaron removed it from there and got up, bringing the golf club to your mouth. “Soak it. It’ll feel better.”

You opened your mouth and he moved it inside your mouth, thrusting it in and out all the while maintaining eye contact and his eyes looked darker than before as he watched you taste yourself on the golf club. You opted to give him a bit of a show because Aaron looked like he was enjoying driving that golf club in and out of your mouth, and you smiled around it as you let your tongue move around the tip, watching how Aaron hissed and gritted his teeth.

He let it slip out of your mouth when he was satisfied with how wet it was, but the show you had given him had almost sent him over the edge in his pants.

He got down to his knees again and he instantly put his mouth on you, moving the golf club towards your entrance again.

It went in a lot easier this time, but there was still resistance as he moved it in and out of you.

Aaron sucked on your clit harshly, smiling as you moaned louder. Your legs were shaking around his face and the end of the golf club disappeared a little around your fluttering entrance. Aaron watched you clench around it before he removed it swiftly, opting to remove your panties as well and putting them in his pocket. He threw the golf club aside and replaced it with his fingers because he needed to feel you clench around his fingers.

You almost shouted as his fingers started moving in and out of you, and when you started clenching his fingers in a vice grip as the tip of one of them pressed on your sweet spot, as his lips and tongue teased your clit, he felt proud because you were coming undone because of him. He’d remember every last detail of this forever.  

“Good girl. You’re doing so great,” he cooed right before he sucked on your clit again and this time, he felt you go over the edge on his tongue.

He was determined to milk every ounce of juice out of you before he took you. He wanted you to soak him, to make his pants so wet he’d have to walk around with a wet spot and thus have to drive you both to your condo in the city where perhaps you’d let him in and let him take you again.

The thought alone was dangerous because not only did he almost come in his pants again, he wasn’t entitled to think he could have any kind of future with you beyond this. Unless you said it explicitly, he wouldn’t bother you.

Aaron was so focused on you that he felt your legs around his face try to smother him as another orgasm rocked you and this time, you whined so loudly that Aaron understood you were sensitive. He moved away and got up, not letting himself think too much and not wanting this to end, he planted his lips on yours and kissed you, holding you close as he let you regain sensation in your legs, as he let you try to breathe inside his mouth.

He was painfully hard, much more than he had ever been, but he needed to hear you say you wanted this before he let himself have it.

“You did so good, sweetheart. You were such a good girl for me,” he praised.

You felt a shiver run up your spine at the praise, unaware it could feel this good to be praised like this for sex, especially since he did all the work. You had always liked Aaron praising you during your golf lessons, but right now? The feeling was incomparable.

You hooked your legs around his waist and you felt his throbbing erection twitch in his pants. You’d leave a wet spot on his pants, but it wasn’t the most important thing on your mind right now. Surely it was uncomfortable for him by now and as much as you really wanted to taste him, as much as you wanted to make him come as he hit the back of your throat, there would be time for that because there was no way this would be a one-time thing. You’d ask him to drop you off at your place tonight, and then you’d ask him to come in and perhaps you’d talk about all of this, perhaps you wouldn’t, but you would ask him to do this again. And if after doing it again you talked about it, you’d be honest and tell him you want more of him, that you want this with him. That you’d settle for anything he’d offer you.

“Aaron, please… I want to feel you.”

Aaron would never say no to you, even less so right now. He unhooked his belt and unzipped his pants, dropping his pants and boxers a little. He felt the wind on his dick as his erection met his lower stomach, and he watched you lick your lips at the sight of him.

“You’re beautiful, too, Aaron. All of you.”

Aaron had never been called ‘beautiful’ before, but he had a feeling that the dangerous flutter in his chest was because it was you saying it. How would he ever live without you if this was a one-time thing?

No. It couldn’t be. He’d ask you out. He’d do anything to make sure this was more. It was already more. The bonding, the friendship, all of it… It had all led here, and this wasn’t just sex or infatuation.

He’d find a way to talk about this with you later, but for now, he would let himself feel. He would let himself be in this moment with you.

Aaron grabbed his dick and aligned it with your entrance before his mind became too loud with questions he didn't have the answers to.

Your heels bit into his lower back and they drove him inside you in almost one go, making you moan and clench deliciously around his throbbing cock as the tip hit deep.

Aaron was helpless to how good it felt. He had dreamed about burying himself inside you but nothing compared to the real thing.

It was like you were made for him.

He felt so good inside you that the only thought in your head was that he had been made for you.

“Will you soak me like you soaked that golf club, sweetheart? Like you soaked my fingers?” he muttered against your forehead as he started gaining a rhythm.

He wouldn’t last, it would be over really soon. He was so close before and finally having you this way proved to be more exciting than his fantasies.

Yet again, he felt so calm and peaceful in your presence. He could embarrass himself and come way too soon, and he would still feel calm around you. He felt seen, accepted, and cared for… and he didn’t know whether he’d ever be able to let go of that feeling. It was more than just sex, as sex had only happened today. He felt things for you he never thought he’d feel again, and as bad as it was that you were forbidden fruit, that you were his best friend’s daughter, he would still feel the same way tomorrow, sex or not.

You felt him twitch more and more as he moved in and out of you, and when his hand snaked its way between your bodies and his thumb started rubbing at your clit, you knew he was close.

You were still thrumming with pleasure and the fact that it was Aaron made you close to the edge once again. He was big, by any means. But he felt so perfect inside you, reaching everything you needed him to reach, and knowing he was about to lose it as his pace faltered, well, it made you clench harder around him. You moaned and moaned as you came again, clenching around him as his grunts grew louder and his hips stuttered inside you. You felt him shoot up and empty his seed for what felt like an eternity, and the thought that he was buried inside you in more ways than one made your orgasm that much more satisfying.

You held him close and when he leaned down to capture your lips, you had to refrain from professing your love for him already. Right after sex wasn’t the right time, and you weren’t sure he wanted to hear it just yet anyway. It didn't mean you didn't feel those three words, but you wouldn't utter them just yet.

“I’m on the pill, by the way.”

“Okay,” he replied, his voice small.

You really wanted to make sure he didn’t retreat into his own head about this, you wanted to make sure he knew that you had wanted it just as much and that you would want it again. You could read his face so well that you knew he was about to feel bad about this, but you wouldn’t let him feel bad because no one had ever made you feel this good.

No one had ever made you feel so calm about falling in love before.

Aaron was too far gone already, and he knew it because he had almost said those three words right as he came undone. He wanted a life with you, not stolen moments in his car, not golf lessons that went on and on. He wanted to go to bed with you and wake up with you. He wanted intimacy, and that was so much more than just sex.

“Aaron?” your voice centered him, and that was the essence of the problem, really.

You calmed him and soothed him with just your voice.

“Hmm?”

“I like golf.”

Aaron was surprised by that admission because he knew the truth, even without you voicing it.

“You’re good at it, but I know you don’t like it.”

You smiled as you cupped his cheek tenderly. “You’re right. But my instructor? Damn… him… I really like. I’d even let him take me out to dinner.”

It was obvious you had read him correctly when he beamed at your offer.

Aaron understood this was never meant to be a one-time thing just by the way you were tenderly cupping his cheek right before you let your fingers run through his hair. He shivered at your touch and brought you closer, holding you firmly as he slipped out of you.

“You would, huh?” he asked, putting himself away.

“Yes. And not just tonight,” you clarified.

To say he was relieved would be an understatement. Here you were, stating it clearly to him that you wanted this, that you wanted more, that you were open to the idea of you two together. Forbidden or risky, it wasn’t going to matter.

You wanted a life with him, and you knew it would come with complications, you knew it wasn’t ideal and people would label you with daddy issues, and your dad would eventually have a coronary when he found out, but you wouldn’t let anything stop you from having this with Aaron because the truth was, you were too selfish to let go of how calm Aaron could make you feel. And you knew Aaron enough to know old souls like yours never did anything halfway. He had let you in, he had become your friend, and today would mark the day he had allowed you both to become so much more.

Aaron didn’t find it difficult to trust his gut and the serene feeling in his chest. It should be unnerving to leap and risk it all, it should be scary, but he was calmer than he ever had been, and he knew without a doubt that he was making the right decision by leaping, because you were right for him, and he was right for you.

“I’ll take you on as many dates as you want for the rest of my life, sweetheart. But as for tonight, how does eight sound?”

[loo-fus]

Edward x (gn!)reader

Pairing: Edward Cullen x gn! reader

Summary: You had a wet dream where Edward fucked you and he wishes to make it a reality.

Word count: 1810

Warnings: nsfw, afab, nicknames, praise, somnophilia, corruption kink,consensual sex, cuddle fuck, slight breeding kink

Authors note: I hope you guys enjoy!! I just recently got back into twilight so I needed to make a fanfic about it, leave suggestions for stuff if you want! <3

You began to stir as the bed dipped down from the weight of another person. Edward smiled as he saw you fast asleep, gently brushing away the wisps of your hair from your face with his ice cold hands. You kept mumbling in your sleep and he tilted his head a bit curious as to what was going on in that head of yours.

He knew you would normally mumble in your sleep when you have a nightmare so he began to get worried, however one thing slipped from your lips that made him stop dead in his tracks.

You whimpered his name, as clear as day. He knew exactly what you said but he had to be hallucinating. Then you began to beg, you begged for Edward in your dream and he couldn’t help but smirk. He laid down right by your side and held you close in his freezing embrace before your eyes began to flicker open.

“Are you alright sweetheart? You were talking in your sleep again” You look around, trying to get your bearings before you realize what you were dreaming about. Your face turned red and you looked away from him embarrassed.

“Answer me my love..” his voice was but a whisper in your ear as his grip on your hips tightened. Your chest felt tight as your face turned a few shades darker than normal.

“I..I’m ok.. I..I was just sleeping..” he hummed and rubbed small circles in your hips.

“Yeah..? What were you dreaming about sweetheart?” You froze as you tried to think of a lie on the spot, however his hands working into your hips were throughly distracting.

“U..um.. I..” he chuckled deeply in your ear and one of his hands slid down to your inner thigh, causing your breath to catch.

“Common darling, spit it out.” He was teasing you, and you became more aware as you tried to close your thighs together, his cold touch making you shiver and your brain hazy.

“Mm.. just.. dream about you..” you admitted embarrassed.

“Oh yeah? Was it a good dream?” You nodded your head slowly, unsure if he was going to be nosy. He hummed softly against the nape of your neck as his hand slid down into your pj shorts and rubbed against your already leaking cunt through your panties.

“Hm I’d say it was a wonderful dream~” he cooed in your ear as you jerked from the small friction to your sensitive body. He laughed as he smoothed a finger over your aching clit, driving you mad.

“Want me to take care of you darling? I’ll make you feel real good..” nothing but a whimper and some mindless pleas escaped your mouth as you nodded your head.

“How adorable~” he hummed against your neck before he sat up, pulling you toward the edge of the bed by your hips. He slowly tugged off your bottoms just to watch you squirm before he knelt in front of you.

“Put your legs on my shoulders sweetheart, I’ll make sure you feel nice and good” You whimpered and nodded your head, doing as you were told and propping your legs on his shoulders. He wasted no time now, licking up your leaking pussy to taste you, his grip on your hips tightened as he did so. His tongue prodded along your clit as he began to suck at the sensitive spot. You gasped and covered your mouth to hide your vulgar noises.

“Oh sweetheart.. if I’m going to please your sensitive mortal body I’d wish to indulge myself in your erotic beauty…”

His words were so lewd that you couldn’t help but clench around nothing, tears already brimmed in your eyes.

“Don’t cry my love, you’re doing so good” he hummed and began to eat you out, tasting your arousal on his tongue with a tight grip on your hips. You couldn’t help but tug at his hair with your hands as you moaned out, arching your back.

“E..Ed..Edward.. plea..” he chuckled against your cunt as he continued to eat you out, pressing his tongue against your most sensitive spots. You couldn’t help but cry his name into your hand while rutting onto his tongue.

“You taste amazing sweetheart..” he cooed as he nibbled on your thigh. You shivered and begged mindlessly beneath him, his seductive gaze burning your skin.

“E..Ed.. want to c..come..” he smiled and rubbed soothing circles in your hips.

“Oh you sweet little thing… why didn’t you just say so?” He delved down between your legs and caused a moan to fall from your lips, your mind just so hazy from how good he was making you feel. You teared up as you neared your orgasm and nearly cried out as it washed over you. His tongue still abusing your poor red clit made you breathless as the feeling in your stomach was still tightened.

“ ‘S t..too much..” you could hardly utter a few words as he lifted his head, licking up the mess you left on his lips. His eyes were a hard black color as his teeth grazed against your neck, you heard him inhale and moan softly against your skin.

“You blood smells heavenly..if only I could just b..bite..” you looked up at the ceiling in a daze as he relished in the sound of your quickened pulse against your neck. Your hands found their way in his hair as he leaned down to kiss the rest of your body, lifting your shirt above your head. You shivered and gasped as his ice cold hands grazed over your breasts. Goosebumps rose on your skin while your nipples hardened under his touch, making you lean your head back.

“Ple..Please…” you heard him chuckle against your neck while one of his hands trailed back down towards your stomach to rub slow circles into your sensitive spot between your legs.

“Shh… I’ll take good care of you, you’ll allow that right? Let me fuck you with my dick instead of just my hands and mouth?” You quickly nodded your head and whimpered softly at the pinch of your clit.

“Y..Yes please.. w..want.. that so bad..” you gasped out and held onto him tight. Your thighs began to shake as his fingers grazed over your sensitive parts ever so slowly, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Of course my love, let’s get your pretty cum all over my fingers yeah?” You gave a slow nod as his fingers shoved inside of you. The way his long fingers curled inside you and hit the perfect spot made you squirm and gasp, moaning his name absentmindedly.

“Yeah does that feel good baby? Why don’t you tell me?” He chuckled and left a small kiss on your forehead.

“F..Feels so g..good.. ‘m gonna come s..soon..” you managed to slur as you looked up at him in a daze. He hummed as his fingers kept working into your sensitive flesh, a soundless moan and gasp coming out of you as that feeling built back up in your stomach and broke. You cried softly as the orgasm rushed through you, every nerve in your body stimulated from it.

Exhausted and dazed you looked up at Edward for permission to finally doze off, despite the fact your body still ached for more.

“You can rest my love, let’s get you comfortable..” you whimpered and turned to your stomach, holding onto a pillow as you lifted your leg to wrap around it.

“K..keep going..please..” was all you could mumble till your eyelids closed. Edward stared at you in disbelief, blinking a few times before he rushed to get his clothes off. He sighed softly as he pulled his dick out, rubbing it against your wet cunt. He let out a breathy moan as he pumped his dick a few times and pushed it inside of you. He felt you stretch out from his girth and he bottomed out, panting softly and gently gripping your hands from behind. He fucked into you slowly and gingerly, making sure to not wake you. Your sleeping face was so peaceful, your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure while your mouth hung agape. He wanted to take in every moment he could with you, inhaling your scent while he slowly picked up his pace, the sound of your lewd pussy clenching around him was driving him mad. He had to use every last ounce of his self restraint to not pound into you right then and there. He held you close to his chilly body, relishing in your warm body and planting soft kisses on it. His hands roamed your body while he thrusted into your aching cunt. Your back arched and he managed to fuck deeper into you. “Fuck baby.. feel so good..” he mumbled into your skin as he kept thrusting. He was so overwhelmed by how good you felt around him that he never realized how close he was till his dick was twitching inside you and he became soft. He huffed impatiently and pulled out, his cum dripping from the tip and leaking from your cunt. Just the sight of you filled up with his cum made him groan under his breath as he rubbed his cock. He shivered at the loss of your warm cunt around him and gasped softly as he shoved himself back inside you. He started to lose all of his self control as his pace became inhumane. The faster his pace was set the faster it would take him to reach his next climax. The rocking of the bed and the snap of the headboard soon woke you up and you whined, nuzzling into the pillow you were holding onto.

“Shh shhh I’ve got you l..love go back to sleep..” you gave a small nod and squirmed a bit at how full of his seed you were. Your eyes felt heavy as he held you flush up against his bare chest from behind, his hands interlaced with yours. He pressed soft kisses to the nape of your neck and hummed.

“You did such a good job my love..” he whispered in your ear as he cuddled up behind you. He made sure to have a blanket over top of you so you wouldn’t shiver against him, although with as hot as your body was it was relaxing having his cool body temperature. Your body felt so relaxed against his as you whispered a quiet

“I love you..” this caused a smile to break out on Edwards face before he kissed your neck again.

“I love you too, now get some rest sweetheart, we can wash up in the morning..” you nod and your body relaxes once more and you find yourself passed out in a vampires arms.

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Is it Hot in Here?

Pairings : witch!reader x kaiparker

Warnings : swearing, mentions of stress, shameless flirting, teasing, smut, kai having an innocence kink, slight size kink, praise kink, dirty talking, kai and his fucking pet names, unprotected sex

Request : “Can it be from the Vampire Diaries with Kai where I’m a witch and I secretly like him which he teased me about. When I’m going over spells in my room he comes in and tried to distract me when he takes my magic so I get upset but we have a moment and kiss and it gets heated from there? Lol thanks” || @gpiggy98

Word Count : 4228

A/N :

Listen…. Listen…. I know I said…. “I’ll post it either tonight or tomorrow” like a week ago… but listen…. sorry🥺

   You didn't know exactly when all of this started. The flirty comments, slight touches whenever he'd pass by, and the names- oh god the fucking names. It was all just so much to handle, and your were barely even handling it.

   Y/N Y/L/N, the mystic gangs good little witch who was always at their beck and call. Honestly, you didn't mind helping out your friends. Risking your neck to save theirs because you know that they would have done the same for you. You always wore a smile, even when you didn't feel like it. You were always ready, and kept your schedule open, for obvious reasons, you were y/n, reliable innocent y/n.

   Kai was... kai. Evil sociopathic bastard who thought he was the funniest motherfucker in the world.

   He had the jokes, the charm, the looks. He was especially skilled for a witch without their own natural powers. And maybe that's why you became so intrigued with him. How even he could make Damon crack a smile with his devilishly dark jokes. And not even Caroline could say 'he's not even that cute', because everyone knew he was. And the physical attraction was their from the beginning, it was the mental and emotional attraction that was beginning to drive you absolutely mad.

   "Pssst...." The brown haired siphon whispered, voice low as he made the noises. "Pssst... hey, Princess, pssstttt."

   You were hot. Physically. And your raw talent and power just made Kai gravitate towards you. He was a simple man who wanted simple things. At first, the flirting was a joke. The names, and the light touches came later. When he saw how his flirting made your eyes go wide, and how nervous you got when he would say your name. It was absolutely adorable. And how whenever you talked, unless it was something you were ever so passionate about, you couldn't seem to stop tripping over your words. Most people would find that aggravating... but something about your voice just rang so many bells up in his head.

   "y/nnn" kai sighed, still in a whisper, but getting annoyed by how you weren't responding quickly enough for him. "come on doll, I know you're in there." Kai hummed, fingers tapping at your temple in hopes to see those beautiful soft eyes open up for the first time in an hour.

  Yes. He has been watching you for an hour. You were in the zone when he walked in, and your zone usually involves you in an unbreakable mental state that left your face at such a natural resting position. Not bothered, not angry, hot happy or sad, just y/n.

   "Holy hell, my great grandma has better hearing than you." He grumbled. "And the bitch is dead." His eyes rolled, as he set two fingers to your temple, drawing out some of your energy, suddenly gaining your attention as you felt his presence.

   Having him siphon your magic didn't hurt, mostly because he didn't want it to, but it was mainly just uncomfortable. It was a feeling you could never forget if it's ever happened to you. It was indescribable, but yet so distinct. Sometimes in a bad way, other times it almost let out a relief of pressure.

   "Kai!" You gasped, body moving back, away from him, as you regained 'consciousness'.

"Oh goody, she's awake." Kai smirked.

"What? Why are you- what are you doing I here?" You cleared your throat, heading slightly throbbing from the siphoning of the area. "How did you get in my house?"

"I unlocked the back door last time I was here." He answered as if that was obvious already. "Don't worry, I locked it back when I came in." He smiled sweetly, but something still sooo.... Devilish about it all. "Also, I ate all your cookies in the jar downstairs last week so I brought you more. I think their stale though-"

"Huh-"

"Relax, doll, I'm only joking. Sort of." His eyes rolled, all ready to change the subject. "I heard you were back for your weekend with the powderpuff girls and I wanted to stop by."

You had disappeared for the weekend on a road trip with the Salvatores. They took you to find some herbs that would've been a big help in this latest predicament that you all managed to land yourself into. You offered to go instead of Bonnie, you insisted she stayed behind to reduce the amount of stress she goes through on a constant basis. Just y/n being sweet little pure old y/n.

"Y-you wanted to- does anyone know your here?" You asked.

Because of your soft yet not fragile in the least mind, and the power of your magic, you and Kai weren't ever allowed to be in the same room alone. In case he managed get a one up on you, and stole your magic. Your friends were careful about Jim around you, and made it very clear to the both of you. The shameless flirting and advances he made on you didn't seem to settle them either.

   "Nope. And they don't have to. I don't bite." He teased. "Well... unless you want me to."

  "I- you shouldn't say stuff like that." You huffed.

"Why because you like it?" He teased again. Watching your innocent eyes light up in horror. "Take a chill pill, babe, I'm just messing with you." He rolled his eyes. You felt your heart flutter at his 'babe' it sounded so effortless and sensual that you could've screamed in pleasure right then and there. "You need to stop letting your friends boss you around." He spoke, your eyebrows knitting together at the suggestion.

  "I don't let them... boss me around..." you spoke slowly, confused as to what he meant.

  "Sure you do. Why else would you ask if somebody knew I was here. We both know I have no intentions on hurting you, there's no point to it, and your too cute to die-" he winked, your eyes falling to your lap. "You care about what they think, and I guess that's fine and all, but don't let them treat you like your their bitch." You eyes quickly snapping back up to his. "You are your own person, who can make their own decisions, stopping let them bitch you around." You we're honestly stunned. You had no idea where all of that came from, nor why. You didn't let your friends bitch you around, that wasn't true, you were just willingly enough to help them whenever they needed no matter the cost. They had done the same for you many times, you were just returning the favor.

"I uhm... no I don't- I trust them and they said-"

"There you go again with the 'they'" he sighed with a roll of his eyes.

"Kai-"

"Do you think I'm trying to hurt you right now, y/n?" He spoke, fingers grazing your arm as he gazed at you so intensely you didn't know how react. "Do you think I want to, Princess?" He spoke, voice sensual, making it harder to resist his charms.

"I think..." you whispered, as his eyes connected with yours. "...uhm, I should... get back to what I was doing..." you cleared your throat, bringing a smirk to his soft pink lips.

"Don't avoid the question." He mused.

"I don't know what your talking about." You spoke quickly, as you felt him grow closer to your being.

"Do you know how adorable you are?"

"W-hat?" Your eyes went wide.

"God... Just cute as button." You gasped as his hands reached to cup your chin. You had no idea what to do. Push him away? No. Not say anything? No. You were conflicted.

"What are you doing?" You asked, noticing his eyes closing in on your lips. "K-kai?" You mumbled, whole body raising in temperature.

"Can I kiss you, y/n?" Your heart was practically dead meat, pausing in its rhythms of beating just to make sure you heard everything correctly. Did he just? Ask you? If he could kiss? You? He was kidding. He had to be. There was no way he was being serious, he never took anything seriously. This was a cruel joke to play. The look on his eyes and who you knew him to be were two totally different people. You were conflicted in the worst way.

"what?" Your voice was small.

"Seriously. Can I? Kiss. You." He spoke, voice lowering a few octaves, as you body was practically vibrating.

You remained silent for a long few moments. Just in each other's faces. Yours moving closer to his, noses brushing against each other's as you thought about how bad of an idea this was. Though you did want to so fucking bad. His scent just filled your lungs, intoxicating you with the thoughts of his lips of yours. The only words able to cross your mind were, yes, and please for the love of god just kiss him already.

Your head nodded on its own, kai's lips curling into a slightly smirk as his hand moved from your chin to your cheek. His warm palm, comforting your aching mind, as he closed the gap between your two faces. Lips coming into contact with each other, softly at first, just to test the waters. You body went a bit stiff before finally relaxing into his. He felt the change in your mood once your lips started pressing back firmly against his. All the doubts of you wanting him the way he wanted you slipping his mind. You didn't seem scared, or nervous as you moved your lips against his, you actually seemed to be enjoying it. Which of course was good, but he needed more. More of you than he could physically handle. He wanted all of you. All of his precious innocent little y/n, just to ruin, all for him.

"Did you hear that?" You pulled away from him, quickly, your mind tricking you out of guilt to think that something was happening outside. Kai's eyebrow raised your your new found jumpiness, a smile on his lips as your eyes caught his again, body relaxing as his other hand rested on you side.

"No." He mused, lip finding its way between his teeth as he fought the urge to take more of what he wanted.

"But I swear I-"

"Y/N-"

"like a door opened I swear-"

"If someone did break in, then they broke into the wrong house." He assured you, watching you face change expressions. "But I didn't hear anything, so I highly doubt it." He spoke. Your eyes closing for a moment, finally realizing his hands were on you. Your skin grew hot, and your mind went into frenzy. What were you doing? Everyone was going to kill you when they found out what just happened. What was going to happen? If?

"Is it... hot? In here?" You let out a soft breath, breathing a little heavier than before.

"Nope, just you." Kai chuckled. "Can I kiss you again, Princess?" He asked, and the butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach began to rage.

"please." No hesitation in your voice what's so ever. Normally that would've been embarrassing, but right now, you were just clouded with the thoughts of the two of your lips clashing again.

You felt his smirk press against your lips again, this time your lips not hesitating to participate in the action. His tongue swiping against you bottom lip, gaining access to the entirety of your mouth. He could taste the minty flavor of your toothpaste this morning, and that fruity flavor of the gummy worms you had for breakfast. He tasted like strawberry jam, sweet and savory in a way that you didn't mind.

He used his hand on your waist to pull your body closer into his. Your best pressed against his as your breathing picked up again. The kiss turning sloppy, nothing cute or romantic about it, it was pure need and list from both parties. Kai acted like he was basically starving for you, and you were just enjoying the ride, never wanting that feeling to end. Your mouths dancing with each other, taking the air from your lungs, causing it to get harder to breathe. The air around the two of you heating up, like, you practically were steaming at his touch. You're hands moved up his body, exploring his soft flawless skin until your reached the soft slightly grow out brunette hairs on top of his head. Both of his hands moved down to your thighs, pulling you closer to him until you were right on top of his lap. The soft fabric of your pajama shorts riding up your thighs, leaving his fingers to wonder around you perfectly soft skin. Your fingers disappearing under his hair, collecting a slight grip through drew out the most devilish groan from his throat. If you could, you'd make sure to replay that sound in you mind over and over again until you couldn't anymore.

"want you so bad." Kai moaned into your lips.

"please, take me." You responded in a soft whine. "I want you, Kai." You gave him all the permission he needed. Suddenly, he was moving you to your feet, both of you in a hurry to get off your shirts, you slipped out of your shorts, moving to his belt buckle next.

God, you were so dead if anyone found out about this.

Kai stepped out of his jeans as they pooled around his ankles, pushing you onto your bed, before crawling on top of you. You let out a tiny giggle as your body bounce on the soft mattress making him smile, his lips came down on yours once again. Your legs wrapping around him, as you welcomed him with no clean intentions in mind. You were letting out cute, soft moans into his lips, almost taking his breath away.

"God-" he breathed out, pulling away from your lips. His eyes falling to your face, the feeling of your bare skin beneath him sending his mind to places so dark even he couldn't believe he was thinking such things. "I could just-" his lips connected with the skin on your neck, leaving a few soft kisses, before traveling down your body. "Eat" kiss. "You." kiss. "Up." kiss. He stopped when he reached the band of your panties. His eyes looking back up to you when he realized you were looking down at his with those soft beautiful eyes of yours. He hooked your panties under his fingers before pulling them down your legs. You felt like you were going to implode. How was this even possible.

"please kai" you whined, hips lifting off the bed. He used his hips to hold you hips down, evil smile crossing his face.

"please what, Princess?" He smirked, you let out a huff at the teasing tone in his voice.

"I need you" you tried to move your hips again, but he had you pinned down. "Please." You whined again. Only entertaining him further.

"Come on, you can beg better than that, I know you can." He teased, fingers traced the skin of your lower stomach. Your whole body tightened at the touch, his eyes still staring into yours. Waiting for the pleads and cries to begin. Those always were his favorite parts of his  daydreams, and now he got to turn them into reality.

   "Please kai, I want it so bad, please touch me." You begged making him smirk as his head bent down to press a light kiss on your skin, fingers moving down your body to your heat moving carefully to where they were. His fingers slipped slowly through your folds, allowing him to let out a soft moan at how wet you were. He collected your slick on his fingers before pressing his thumb to your clit. His fingers moved in a soft circles, just listening to your pretty moans escape you throat as he barely began to get started. His lips still pressed to you skin, as his thumb played with you clit. His lips moving lower and lower, Barry giving your brain room to process anything. The only thought in your mind is how close he was to right where you needed him most in the moment.

His lips parted, tongue escaped from its confines, connecting directly with you clit, licking a single stripe on you heat. You let out a soft moan, hands gripping at your own thighs, trying to keep themselves out of his hair. He removed his thumb from your clit, replacing the digit with his lips, letting out a soft moan into you flesh at your warmth on his tongue. Kai left sloppy wet kisses to your clit, licking and sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, making it harder to contain yourself. You felt his fingers, lightly circling around your hole, already begging for him to use it. His name left your lips in such erotic ways as you felt his middle finger slowly entering you, coated in your slick as your walls tightened around the digit. He moaned into you again at the sensation of you squeezing around him. Your hips slowly grinding into his tongue, chasing after your high so desperately with moans that were so close to making him go feral. His first instinct was to hold down you hips and make you take whatever it was he chose to give to you, but watching you fuck yourself on his face and hearing all the moans of his name falling from your lips were just too juicy of a moment to give up.

   "m' so close, Kai." You moaned as he pumped his digit in and out of you while his lips worked on your clit. He entered another finger in you stretching you out for moment before regaining speed as he pumped into you. He felt your walls convulsing around him, his fingers scissoring you, hitting every spot you needed him to as he stimulated you in the best way possible.

   "God, you're tight." Kai moaned against your clit. Pulled away from you quickly, fingers entering his own mouth as he sucked off your juices from his fingers.

  "No, why'd you-" you whined, feeling that knot slowly loosen in your stomach. He had yet another devilish grin on his face, as he felt you hips still moving against the air.

  "I'd much rather your cum on my cock, Princess." He smirk, pulling his fingers from his lips with a pop. He brought them down to your lips, eyebrows raised as you mouth opened without question. "Good girl." He moaned, your lips wrapping around the two digits mindlessly. You let out a soft moan at the praise, which he took note of as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your lips, watching as you took him so elegantly.

   You really were just perfect weren't you.

"Is that what you want?" You nodded quickly, still holding his fingers in your mouth, tongue working to remove the taste of you from the digits. "Words, doll. I want to hear that dirty little mouth say it." He removed his fingers from your mouth, cleaning them off with his for a final time as he waited for you.

   "I want-"

"Louder, baby, can't hear you." He smirked.

   "I want to cum on your cock, Kai." That simple sentence just sending him into heaven. "Please fuck me." You begged, chest heaving at the anticipation.

  "With a cherry on top?" He teased, but you didn't respond. Your bottom lip poked out slightly, big soft eyes staring deep into his, almost making him cum at the sight. "Holy fuck." He growled, he own hand, reaching into his boxers as he hovering above you on his other arm. He took his length in his hand, pumping himself a few times, as he watched the innocent look in your eyes as he stroked himself, pulling his length from the confines of his underwear.

   He was big. Your eyes visibly enlarged, causing him to smirk. You watched as he smeared your juices on the tip of his cock as he dragged himself along your folds. He was painfully hard, every part of him screaming to just fuck the shit of out you.

“Shit, y/n, I don’t even think you could handle my cock.” He mused, your body aching for his as his fingers glided over your hole again. “Your tight little cunt could barely even handle my fingers.” He mentioned, shoving them back into you, stealing a moan from your throat as he teased you.

“Please kai, I want you so bad, please give it to me.”

Kai removed his fingers slowly, moving to bring the tip of his cock to your entrance. Your lips connected once more in a fit of passion, not a single care about how messy, or disgusting the kiss was. You were just in the moment. You moaned loudly into his lips as he pushed into your slowly. The feeling of him filling you to the absolute brim just overtaking everything. The pads of your fingers digging into his biceps as his pace starting off soft and slow before picking up to something that had you out of breath.

You felt your orgasm already building in your body, electricity just circulating through your veins as you cling to him. Legs wrapping around his body to pull him deeper into you, your head killing back into the mattress as you felt the euphoria behind to take over. Kai and his moans and tiny pants above you, praising you and egging on your own mind as his hips snapping into yours.

“Just like that baby,” kai moaned, you’re hips fucking back to his, creating a new faster rhythm that had both of your lungs struggling to hold in air. “so fucking good.” Your arms wrapping around his back, as you felt that pressure threatening to spill all over his cock.

“feels’ so good” you mumbled, mouth hanging open as you allow all the moans and squeals you’ve been keeping in our right into his ear just causing him to hit into you harder than before. Your walls squeezed tightly around him, body stiffening as you felt your end near. Your legs shaking and eyes rolling back as you released onto him with a long line of swears and moans of his name.

“So close” He grunted, his pace not slowing as he chased after his own high. You were already building onto your second high, not too far and he could feel it. You were still shaking and sensitive from your first one, making it so much better when your tight pillowy walls began to close around him again. “You gonna cum baby?” He asked and you nodded, soft whimpers escaping your lips.

“gonna cum on your cock,” you moaned, the dirty sentence falling angelic off of your lips.

“again. Say it-” kai demanded, a dark tone in his voice but you didn’t much mind.

“m’gonna cum all over your cock, daddy.” You let slip, and you would’ve even been embarrassed by the slip up… if you hadn’t right then reached your second orgasm. His name falling off your tongue so perfectly, as your tight cunt spammed around him. He met his high from you squeezing him, releasing his load deep into you as his hips stuttered in pace.

Once you had milked him for all he was worth, you get his body collapse right next to yours. His arms bringing your into his chest, as he closed them around you, to keep you in place. The heat was devastating but just being close to each other made you forget all about it. Both of your breathing slow linking up, as you fingers traced tiny hearts over his chest.

“I don’t know if you picked this up already, but I kinda like you… a lot.” Kai joked, letting out a soft sigh, a smile finding its way to your lips at the words.

“I kinda like you a lot too…” you mumbled shyly, but he heard you perfectly.

“Kinda? I wouldn’t call someone I kinda liked dad-”

“Shhh.” You pinched you fingers together, closing his lips from speaking any further. “We don’t have to talk about it.” You cleared your throat, releasing your magical grip over him.

“Yeah, but I really really want to.” He smirked. “Who wouldn’t thought? Mystic Falls town Angel so dirty…” he teased, and you get your cheeks heat up. “This does mean your going to let me take you on a date now right?” He asked again earning a soft giggle from you. The vibration radiating into his body, seeming to give him just the boost of energy he needed.

“Maybe… if you’re lucky.” You hummed, wiggling you way out of his arms, just to turn around and face the siphon. Both of your pupils practically on fire in the shape of tiny red hearts.

“I think I am very lucky…” he smirked.

“We’ll have to see just how lucky then…” you shrugged, your faces coming together once more, lips connected softly, as you both failed to fight back the smiles you had both been waiting to release for the past few months.

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Jfc

✭ Dumbification with Simon “Ghost” Riley. Fem!reader

CW: dirty talk, daddy kink, teasing, praise, degrading, dumbification (obvi), objectification, thigh riding, mentions of breeding, overstimulation

Note that is is NOT age play. I don’t write that weird shit.

A/N: i am SO down bad for dumbification. Simon has the perfect voice for it too…. This is nowhere close to realistic, but this is Tumblr, baby! Nothings realistic. (ALSO THIS IS THE FUCKING THING THAT TUMBLR DELETED HALFWAY THROUGH LIKE 4 TIMES.) ANYWAY! Hope u enjoy my babies🥹🫶

You sitting all pretty on his lap, gazing up at him. His balaclava is still on, and you’re too far gone to tell whats going on underneath. He’s definitely feeling powerful.. You could feel the dominance radiating off of him.

“Baby,” He coos, “You didn’t answer me.” Your pout slowly turns into a confused look, cocking a brow. “..What?” You mumble. You can tell he’s grinning now.

“What’d you do today?” He questions once more. “I.. I uh..” You search for words that just won’t pop up. You’re getting frustrated. “I did.. I did things. P-productive things..”

“Yeah? Like what? Paint a clear picture for me, love.” You barely register what he says, panting. “Y-yes..?” You answer. “Yes? That’s not what i asked. Details.” He sounds demanding, yet gentle, making your mind fuzzier than it already is.

You whimper. He sighs, taking pity. “Okay, okay.. No need to talk or move.. Let yourself melt in daddys hands..” He shifts you a bit, holding you in a tight grip.

“Yes daddy..!” You mewl, causing him to shush you. “Tsk, tsk. Shh shh. Keep quiet baby, and listen to me.” He says, you nod.

“Good girl. What a good little girl you are…” He praises, “Dont you worry, princess. Daddys gonna take good care of you.”

This elicts a soft whine from your throat, gulping quietly. “Such a pretty, dumb thing, aren’t you?” He questions. You nod again.

“Oh… Such a stupid, dumb little girl. Can barely form a sentence.” He pities. “I wonder what would happen if i were to let go of you… Would you fall, would you catch yourself? I’m almost curious..”

His hands loosen their grip, and you tumble a bit to the side. “S-simon! Don’ let go.. Don’t wanna fall..” You beg. “Please..!”

He chuckles at your needy voice. “I was just teasin’ you baby doll. M’not gonna let you go, you’re not goin’ anywhere. I’ve got ya’.” His grip tightens again and he straightens you upright. You shake your head with a pout.

“Meanie..” You mumble, barely audible, but just enough for him to hear. “I don’t think i’ve been too mean just yet. I can show you mean, my princess..” He leans in close to your ear, voice dropping a couple octaves. “Since you think i’m so mean, why dontcha’ tell me why you think so, hm? Use your big girl words.” He taunts.

“I- um.. Daddy was gonna let me go! T-that’s why!” You huff softly, tugging at his shirt. “Off…” You mumble. “Off?” He questions. “Daddy.. Off..” You tug at his shirt, making him grin.

“Ooh, i see. Baby girl doesn’t want her daddy to let her fall..” He’s ignoring your request, making you frustrated. “Daddy..! Off, please!” You beg, pulling on his shirt harder.

His eyes narrow. “You want me to take my shirt off, angel?” He cocks his head to the side. You nod enthusiastically. “How am i supposed to hold you and take my shirt off at the same time, hm? Thought you didn’t wanna fall.” He teases. You whine and kick your feet a little.

“I wont fall, daddy, please!” You beg once more. He obliges, Tugging his shirt off and throwing it to the side as you watch in awe, leaning your head against his chest to feel his muscles underneath you.

“Such a smart little one you are.. You managed to hold yourself up..” He’s sure to emphasize smart, catching you completely off guard as tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. “No..! Not smart, Daddy, Take it back!” You whine, shaking your head quickly as a tear rolls down your cheek.

“Oh, my dumb baby girl,” He says, hands moving up to your waist. “You don’t like when daddy tells you how well you put that pretty mind to use?” He interrogates.

“No!” You shake your head again, letting out a soft cry and digging your nails into his chest. “Poor thing..” He sympathizes, giving you faux puppy eyes. “You know you’ll always be daddy’s dumb, pathetic princess.”

You bite your lip. “..P-promise daddy?” You hold your pinky out. He wraps his pink around yours. “Yes, baby. I promise.” He moves his hand to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “You’re so, so cute.” He praises, pushing his thumb into your mouth. You quickly start to suck on it, making him curse under his breath and press down on your tongue.

“Yeah baby, that’s right. Focus on keeps daddy’s fingers nice n’ warm.” He groans, staring at your lips. You start to slowly grind on his thigh, moaning quietly around his fingers as your arousal pools in your panties.

He takes quick notice to what you’re doing, bouncing his thigh gently making you moan a bit louder. “Oh, good girl. Good fucking girl.” He rubs your back with his other hand, swirling your tongue around his thumb and speeding your movements up.

Him rubbing your back quickly turns into his hand back on your hip, making you grind into him faster.

“Trying to get off in my lap, yeah? What a stupid whore i have on my hands.” You cry out at the pressure, mumbling begs and pleads around his finger and gripping his shoulders.

“Your brain is leaking from your pussy, all over daddy’s lap…” He says, “That’s okay, my princess. Feel good for me.” You start to drool all over him, dripping down onto his chest and all over his hand.

“Can’t think of anything but bouncing on daddy’s thigh and keepin’ his fingers warm. Trust me baby doll, i know, i know..” He says against your forehead, hot breath coming through the balaclava.

Your thighs clench around him and you cum in your panties, whining and grabbing at his wrist to shove more fingers in your mouth. He happily obliges, replacing his thumb with his pointer and middle fingers. He continues to make you grind on him, bouncing his thigh a bit more and shoving his fingers to the back of your throat.

“Good girl, baby. Making a mess all over me..” He says, voice thick and sultry with arousal. The gagging and pressure quickly makes you cum yet again, not even 30 seconds apart from your last orgasm.

“Cumming again for me so quickly, god baby. You’re just the perfect little toy for me, arent you?” You nod, twitching and digging your nails into his shoulders.

He slows his thigh, loosening his grip once again. “Such a drooly baby, you are. Oh, what a mess..” He coos. A fresh batch of tears begin streaming down your hot cheeks.

“I know you want more, sweetheart. Whatcha’ want? Cant give you what you want unless you tell me..” He says, making you tremble.

Dragging your head away from his fingers, you moan, “Breed..” He chuckles, pressing you against the back of the couch.

“You want daddy to breed you?” He says, and you nod quickly. “Well then, baby,” He starts,

“You’re in for a rough fuckin’ night.”

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Dreaming

Summary: An unexpected turn of events has you sharing a bed with Prince Aemond. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. There is only one bed. Fingering. Handjob.

A/N: My thanks to @1800-fight-me for rekindling my passion for this trope!

Word count: 1.7k

Keep reading“Have I seen you before? You look familiar.”

“Hmm.”

“Are you the cunt who stole my bag of cabages a fortnight ago?”

“No.”

You felt Aemond shift at your side, probably gripping the dagger hidden underneath his cloak.

The innkeeper did not seem convinced in the slightest, keeping his bulging eyes fixed on the young Targaryen prince whose face remained mostly hidden under the hood.

“We need a room with two beds, please,” you chimed in, hoping to dissolve the unwanted tension that had settled.

The man turned to you, occasionally glancing at Aemond. “Only have one room. One bed.”

“That’ll do.”

Aemond approached the counter before you could, handing out a few gold coins that the man eagerly collected and shoved in his pocket.

“Why the eyepatch?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. “Had a little trouble with someone, eh?”

The implication wasn’t entirely subtle, considering the earlier accusation he had thrown at Aemond.

You held your breath momentarily, praying that Aemond would simply ignore him.

Much to your relief, he shot a cold stare at the old man. “I paid for a room, not to get questioned.”

“Aye, fair enough,” he nodded, clearing his throat. “The room’s to your left.”

Aemond turned first and made his way down the gloomy corridor to your left. You promptly followed suit after heaving a deep sigh of relief.

The last thing you wanted would be to draw attention to yourselves while being so far away from King’s Landing.

You were a riding day away from the Red Keep and were forced to seek shelter for the night, as Vhagar needed her rest. The persistent thunderstorm and heavy rain did nothing to help your cause either.

As soon as you entered the room, you nearly huffed in annoyance at the sight of the narrow bed shoved into one corner.

It didn’t seem wide enough to hold two people.

Aemond’s low voiced snapped you from your thoughts. “You can take the bed.”

You immediately shook your head. “No, my prince. I will gladly take the floor.”

Aemond turned to you and shrugged. “As you wish.”

Oh. That was quick.

Your heart clenched, but you remained silent and watched as he removed his heavy cloak.

You didn’t exactly expect him to be persistent on this matter as he was a prince and you a mere lady-in-waiting to his sister.

It was your own fault for assuming your relationship with Aemond was anything but strictly professional. Even if the two of you had shared a few journeys across Westeros.

Once he realised you were frozen in place, his uncovered eye landed on your face. “What is it?”

The question caught you off guard. “Oh. Nothing, my prince.”

“Tell me,” he pressed, arching an eyebrow.

“Maybe we could share the bed?” you suggested, lacing your hands in front of you. “It would be a tight fit, but I see no reason to sleep on the floor.”

His eyebrow arched further. “You said you wouldn’t mind sleeping on the floor.”

“I don’t mind, but that doesn’t mean I want to, my prince,” you said as your voice came out slightly strained. “It is pouring outside and way too cold.”

He remained silent, studying your face.

“Unless you mind sharing a bed with me,” you quickly added, not wanting to seem out of line.

“I do not mind.”

And with that being said, he proceeded to undo his leather jacket.

You swallowed hard, turning your back to him as you the slide the heavy cloak off your shoulders.

It was far too cold to even consider removing your dress, but the mud stains and dampness deemed it a necessity.

Fortunately, you’d be able to preserve your modesty with the chemise you were wearing underneath.

Once you turned to face him once more, you noticed Aemond shared the sentiment as he was stripped down to only a shirt and his pants.

You tried your best not to let yout eyes linger for too long.

Gods.

He didn’t seem to pay any attention to you, so you took the opportunity to slide off your dress and remove the filthy shoes.

“Ladies first,” he said nonchalantly.

You glared at him momentarily, feeling your heart skip several beats by the time you had managed to hop into the squeaky bed, shifting to the side until your back was pressed against the wooden wall.

Aemond quickly followed you and rolled to his side, being careful enough to leave enough room between the two of you.

You then took the opportunity to pull the blanket rolled at the feet of thr bed to cover both of you.

The sound of your frantic heartbeat filled your ears as you were left facing his broad back that heaved with each steady breath he took.

You allowed your eyes to roam across his body, noticing how the linen shirt didn’t leave much to the imagination as it clung to the defined muscles.

Realising you had been gawking for far too long, you snapped your eyes shut, silently wishing you’d be able to find any comfort, regardless of the current predicament.

“Sleep well, my prince.”

But no answer came from Aemond.

…

By the time you woke up, the sound of low growls next to your ear had you open your eyes at once.

Some time during the night, you had rolled to your other side, facing the wall, and with an arm wrapped firmly around you.

But what truly had your heart speed up was the realisation that it was Aemond Targaryen who was pressed against you, rolling his hips lazily, as his shaky breath fanned your neck.

Chills spread across your skin as his hard cock dug into your backside.

Your lips parted in a silent gasp.

As you turned your head to him, you noticed he was asleep.

He looked peaceful enough if not for the furrowed brows and soft groans that rumbled through his chest and throat.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to ease his grip around you, but moment you did so, he bucked his hips, further pressing his cock into you.

“Faster…”

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

He was having a dream.

Aemond let out another strained groan as he mumbled your name.

He was having a dream about you.

Panic overtook your senses and you felt overwhelmed with the confirmation.

It was flattering to have such a handsome man crumbling from thinking about you. Even if unconsciously so.

There was something primal and urgent that you took from the way he rolled his hips as if desperate to be inside you while mumbling something in High Valyrian.

You had to bite your lips hard to hold back a gasp as the young prince rammed into you.

As expected, your own body began to respond to the stimulation and you could now feel your heartbeat pulsing through your swollen clit.

Gods.

You were literally trapped between the wooden wall and his body.

“My prince…” you whispered, placing your hand on his forearm, gently patting it.

“Hmm…”

His hips stilled for a moment and you gasped as he moved the hand around you to fiddle with your chemise, sliding it up your torso and exposung your flushed skin to his touch.

“Aemond…” you nearly moaned from his hot breath on your neck. “Are you awake…”

“Hmm…” he panter lowly, bring his hand to rest on the underside of your heaving breasts.

Oh.

You moved your hand to grip his, desperate to halt the delicious way his thumb grazed your skin.

Wetness coated your folds as the need to be filled took a hold of you.

Instead, Aemond took your hand and brought it in between your bodies, until it was pressed against his hard cock.

You weren’t able to fight back a moan as desired burned through him.

Aemond heaved a deep sigh of relief. “Grip it.”

As if trying to further entice you, he pressed a searing kiss to the skin of your neck, moving his hips in a slow roll once again.

Pleasure took control of you and your fingers wrapped around the hardened outline, as his cock dug into your palm.

So many thoughts ran through your head, but not one was compelling enough to bring you to reason.

This should not be happening.

He was a prince.

And you were just..

“So good,” he cooed, planting a few more kisses just behind your ear. “Tighter…”

The amount of moans you had been holding back were starting to strain your throat.

You did as he requested, biting down on your lip until you almost drew blood.

Aemond grunted as rolled his hips into your touch.

“Moan for me,” he said before gripping your hand and shoving it inside his pants.

You let out a breathy gasp as your fingers wrapped around his impressive cock, his own wetness coating your skin.

Aemond was soaked.

“Oh… oh….” you moaned as you struggled to grip all of him.

He hissed in your ear, snapping his hips into a sloppy rhythm as he fucked your hand.

“Tighter, my lady…” he groaned in urgency, undoing his pants, tugging them down just enough to spring his cock free and giving you more room to properly slide your fingers along it.

Before you could fully process everything that was happening, Aemond splattered his hand on your lower abdomen, dangerously close to your throbbing clit.

“Aemond… please… don’t,” you pleaded, knowing fully well you wouldn’t be able to hold back if he touched you like that.

Another kiss to your shoulder followed by a low chuckle made you shiver against him.

“Let me feel how wet you are for me.”

His words dragged a low cry from you, but it was the feeling of his slender fingers sliding across your folds and clit that caused you to jolt back into him.

Your mind was too hazy from lust to focus on his cock, causing your hand to still around him.

That didn’t seem to bother him, as he simply proceed to fuck your hand regardless.

“How many fingers can you take?”

Oh… my….

“I… I don’t…” you began, but were interrupted by Aemond slowly shoving one finger inside you. “Aemond…”

“Say my name again,” he urged with such urgency you nearly came undone right then and there.

“Aemond…” you repeated, parting your legs slightly to allow his finger to slide deeper inside.

“Can you take a second one?” He asked, his voice in tones of honey. “Can you do that for me?”

You honestly couldn’t give him an honest answer. Both stemming from inexperience and from how too lost in your own pleasure you were.

“Please,” he asked, pressing his palm into your clit, causing you to cry out. “You’re wet enough.”

Not trusting your words, you simply nodded.

Aemond wasted no time and had a second finger join the one already inside you.

Your walls stretched around him and greeted him in a warm and soaked welcome.

His hips snapped rapidly into your touch and you squeezed him as tight as you could, delighted to hear the wet sounds.

From his fingers pumping relentlessly in and out of your soaked pussy to the realisation that you had the young prince in the palm of your hand, you weren’t at all surprised when your vision began to blur.

“Sweet girl…” he praised mindlessly as he neared his own release as well.

Aemond was thrown over the edge first, spilling streaks of warm cum to coat your back and ass and hand.

The needy and desperate moan that erupted from him as his hips jerked in a final and broken rhythm was enough to plunge you into a blinding wave of bliss.

Aemond’s hold on you didn’t falter until he had your walls clenching around his fingers in gripping contractions.

Your lips parted wide to allow a strangled cry to fill the room as your thighs quivered with such intensity you had to grip the edge of the bed to hold yourself in place.

“Can we stay like this?” Aemond asked after a while, his breathing still uneven.

“Hmm…” you merely groaned, all the energy having been drained from you.

He shifted closer until his softening cock was pressed flat against your ass, keeping his fingers buried deep inside you.

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Happier The Heart - F.C / R / M.M

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader, Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Your annual Valentine’s Day celebrations take an unexpected turn

Warnings: SMUT (18+ Minors DNI) voyeurism, exhibitionism, fingering, allusions to a threesome (might do a second part?), also sort of a threesome, male masturbation, very very light dom/sub themes, kissing, bad words, come (or is it cum? I prefer cum.)

Word count: 1.1k

Note: (late) Frank Castle / Matt Murdock Valentine's Day Uni au in third person <3 very short hope you like! P.s really hate this title will probably change it at some point. P.p.s haven’t proofread

They had made a pact to spend Valentine's Day together, no matter what. Last year it was a drunken pub crawl, so this February they decided to tone it down a little. Matts large TV plays some cliche rom com, the classic, somewhat overdone boy meets girl trop in full swing, but the man in question not at all interested in listening to the cringy, overused one liners.

He'd much rather listen to her.

Matt can hear her heart hammering against her rib cage, her parted with small pants.

She's spread out across the couch, her back resting against Frank's side, leaning into his touch. Franks arm rests around her waist protectively, his fingers dipped beneath the blanket she'd thrown across them.

Matt hears the rustle of her pretty heart covered skirt that's hiked up around her hips beneath the blanket, as she lets her boyfriend spread her open in front of him. The pants turn into huffs and weightless whimpers as Frank pumps his fingers in a slow rhythm, his thumb hooked against her clit. She moans between a breath, just once. Quiet enough that Franks hand closes across her mouth, loud enough that Matt hears every note of it, commits it to memory so it belongs only to him; and Frank.

Frank shushes her, his lips pressed against the shell of her ear, the slight contact overwhelming her senses. Her muffled sounds do nothing to calm the raging hardness in Matt's loose joggers, especially as her hips begin to shift, running away from Frank's touch.

"C'mon angel, almost there, that's it." Frank's voice is gruff against her skin, "Givin' Matty quite the show aren't we."

Matt can feel the razor sharp gaze from halfway across the room, can imagine the smirk on Frank's face as he watches him.

"Gonna stay nice and quiet now, aren't we? Huh?" She nods frantically beneath his open palm. He slides it away, resting it loosely across her chest, his fingers wondering across her skin, dipping under her hemline.

True to her word she stays quiet, holds in the sounds she so desperately wants to make whilst they use her to get off. If this is them happy, she wants to make them happier, she'd do anything to make them happier. She gazes over at Matt, who's trousers are elsewhere, his hand working quickly over his hard cock. His chest heaves against his t-shirt and his mouth is parted, the light from the television pouring over his features softly. He looks almost angelic.

Frank's light touches quickly become rough and impatient, pinching at her nipples beneath her shirt. She breaks out of her Matt endured trance as quickly as she'd snapped into it, choking on a cry of pleasure. Frank's movements halt all together and Matthew wears a small, knowing smile.

"What did I tell you?"

"To stay quiet," Frank grunts, and nods, dropping his mouth to her shoulder and back up again.

"So you can hear? Seems like you just can't fuckin listen," he pauses. "Take off your panties."

She shimmies the pretty lace down her thighs and off her legs without a second thought, offering them up to him in the palm of her hand. His large, rough fingers take the red fabric from her palm, and pushes it to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"Smell so fuckin, good. Don't ya think Matty?" Frank asks, tossing your damp panties to Matthew who catches them with a quiet precision, inhaling the same way your boyfriend had and tossing them back.

"Don't know how you haven't got her legs wrapped around your head constantly. God, I'd have her day and night." Matt muses, his aching cock leaking all over his tight fist.

Frank just grunts, bunches up her panties, and cups her jaw, squeezing her cheeks until her mouth is open for him.

"Since you can't seem to keep quiet." He stuffs them into her mouth, right to the back of her throat, and she can taste herself on her tongue. She whimpers around them, quietly, earning a slap go the thigh from Frank, his fingers moving from the sore spot back to her hole. They slide in easy, her slick shining on his hand marking him proudly.

"Attagirl," he whispers, fucking her with his fingers, his pace near brutal. Her eyes squeeze shut and her hand wraps around his arm, hips thrusting upward to meet his touch.

"Matty's about to come all over himself, hardly seems fair does it?" She shakes her head frantically, her mouth still occupied by her underwear.

"Gonna let him cum all over your cunt, angel? Gonna let him take it." Frank has such a filthy mouth, cursing and blinding at every hour of the day. Yet it still shocks her when he talks to her like this, when he treats her like a whore in the most loving way possible. She nods, her head resting against his arm, too heavy to hold up any longer.

"Mmhm,"

"Need to hear your words," Frank stuffs his fingers into her mouth, pulling out her panties to let her speak. "Yeah, please yes. Anywhere he wants."

Just as quickly he shoves them back, chuckling.

Matt is on his knees in an instant, aching to touch her. His thumb presses against her, the friction and pressure all too much when he begins to draw tight circles around her clit. Frank feels her clench around his fingers, his own arousal spiking as he watches his best friend and his girlfriend work each other close to an orgasm. He watches as her fingers wrap around the base of Matt's dick. Matt throws his head back, his mouth open as he relaxes into your touch, pumping his hips towards your hand.

Frank's fingers fuck her impossibly deeper whilst Matt hits just the right spot over and over again. The pair work in tandem to bring her over the edge, not letting up until she's writing beneath them.

The tiny circles Matt had been rubbing across her clit soon come to a stop and he pushes himself up to kneel over her, pumping himself raw. He releases himself all on her spent pussy, painting it white until he has nothing left to give. He grips himself for a few moments longer, swirling his red head against her sensitive clit, her hips bucking up into his and he chuckles, stepping away from her.

Frank's own pants are bulging as he smiles down at her, watching her dazed eyes flicker between him and Matt. The pair share a grin over her, when finally Frank smiles down at her, and whispers into her ear.

"My turn."

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i’ve never done anal and i’ve never been interested in it but why for some reason do i want jon to fuck my ass so bad like ??? what is it about him omfg

he’d take such good care to get u ready, and i feel like he would fill your pussy up with his fingers at the same time to make sure u cum as hard as possible

he would say the dirtiest fucking stuff too (especially if it was your first time) i’m— 🥵😮‍💨

SCREAM OMG YEAH MOOD! I’m the same way and honestly am having many a thoT about this!

Something about Jon wanting to fuck your ass and going about it in a way that makes you so hot for it when you previously hadn’t really given it much thought…whew!

He would definitely take his time and he has you work up to being able to take his dick, maybe one day it’s him teasing you with his fingers, just rubbing them around your tight ring of muscle, both of you figuring out what feels best, how you react, Jon making mental note of what makes you squeal

Then another day he’s eating you out first before easing down to do the same to your tightest hole while gently seeing how you take a finger or two. He’s all about making sure you feel good and letting you know you can stop him anytime, and lots of lube is just a must for him because no way is he ever gonna hurt you

So it’s like that: getting you used to being stimulated there with his fingers and tongue first before he really lets you take him fully, I could see him getting you a pretty plug too so you know what it feels like to be full, get your muscles used to being stretched…LIKE WHY IS THIS SO SEXC HELP

Finally when you both agree you’re ready to get fucked, he’s so sweet with you, lots of gentle praise and encouragement as he’s nudging himself inside, slowly stretching you out, his hands all over your ass, squeezing you, rubbing your back, telling you how good you’re doing

“Look at that pretty ass swallowin me, sweetheart. That’s it, doin so good for me, nice and easy like daddy promised.”

And you’re just losing your mind at how full you already feel but also wanting more and once you get comfy his fingers are rubbing at your clit at the same time as he’s pushing in, never neglecting your pussy because how could he forget about her right

“Fuck, baby I can feel your pussy grippin my fingers, knew you’d like your ass getting used like this, that’s it. My good girl.”

PLS UGH I NEED IT!!!

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for concepts literally going insane thinking about frank teasing you under the table and watching you squirm while he is perfectly composed

UNDERNEATH — F.CASTLE

IM REALLY ON MY CHEF!FRANK BULLSHIT THIS WEEK, JDJSMXJSJSJEDJ OKAY OKAY HERE WE GO

He'd been touching you since you came in the restaurant. His leg against yours, his hand on your knee under the tablecloth. Nothing overtly sexual, just keeping the connection.

That was when Karen walked in. Tiny, perfect, Karen. She walked in, looked around, and lit up when her eyes landed on Frank. She didn't even glance to you.

Frank must have felt your leg tighten. He put his hand on your thigh, under your dress...well above your knee...and squeezed. He leaned over and whispered, "You don’t have to be nervous.," just as Karen sat your their table.

"I'm waiting on Matt. He's late. Of course." She spoke to Frank, as though you weren’t at the table. You poured yourself another glass of wine, your head was pleasantly foggy now.

"Matt is never on time. Not like you, Frank."

You watched the perfectly manicured, delicate hand flit over Frank’s. The woman held hands with your husband, right in front of you. You looked up at him, and then relaxed when you saw that he was looking at you. As though Karen’s hand was nothing more than a fly. Karen droned on, buzzing about how maybe Frank could come over and help her with a new recipe that she couldn't get Matt to pitch in with. She upped the flirting level to the point that you would have been angry. Or at least embarrassed.

You couldn't be with your attention focused on the point on your upper thigh where Frank’s hand was massaging. Working its way forward. He leaned in to you and whispered, "I love your thighs."

Karen said something about wishing that she'd found a man like Frank. You didn't care, because Frank’s finger had found it’s way to your panties. Your very wet panties. He slipped one finger up and down the flimsy lace covering your swollen slit and whispered again. "I want to be inside you."

You held your breath when he slipped one finger under the edge of black lace and you felt him run the tip along your pussy. Karen could wish all she wanted.

You hooked your leg around his and spread yours a little further apart. Frank’s eyes never left you. Karen didn't seem to notice that neither of you listened to her. She continued flirting with him. You saw her put her hand on his bicep, saw him not even flick his attention in her direction.

His finger went inside of you. In a crowded restaurant, where no one else existed. You felt him slip up to his second knuckle, filling her tight hole. "Right here," he whispered. "This is where I want to be."

You felt your nipples harden, and did nothing to hide them. You looked at Karen and saw that she was finally looking at you. You smiled at her and slid your hips a little to take Frank’s finger deeper.

It seemed that Karen finally got tired of her monologue. "I could go wait at the bar," she said.

You looked up, ready to tell her that might be a good idea. You felt Frank slide his finger out of you, and rest the tip of it against your clit, and you couldn't speak at all.

"No, Karen. Stay," he said. His finger started moving...slow circles on your aching, hard clit. You opened your mouth, then clamped it down on a moan.

He finally started talking to Karen. The whole time his finger moved against your clit…slipping down occasionally into your wet hole and then back up.

"You know, Karen...you look beautiful tonight," Frank said. You started to tense, but his other hand reached across and squeezed your knee.

"Why thank you," Karen said, obviously thinking all was right again in the world. "Matt is a very lucky man."

His finger quickened, bringing you close...then slowed until you wanted to scream.

"He really is," Karen said.

"I'd never leave you waiting," Frank told her. "Never."

"Frank," you finally said weakly. "Francis."

You were going to come. In this restaurant. With the wife of the CEO of Cook Network flirting with your husband. Right now. Now. Frank’s finger gained some speed. He flicked his finger harder on your clit, and you wondered if Karen could tell. If the redhead behind her could tell that she was about to come.

"Frank."

"Are you all right?" Karen said, looking at you for the second time.

Frank flicked your clit again, fast, hard. And the orgasm building up broke over you, you came hard. Hard enough that you were sure you hadn't hidden it from your face. Karen looked at you, watched you come, her eyes flitted down to your rock hard nipples, back to your face. The orgasm rocked through you, Frank’s finger never stopping until you grabbed his hand.

"I'm fine," you said, voice wavering. "Just fine."

Frank stood up. You looked up at him and was startled to see his finger floating near your face. Glistening wet, smelling of you. Before you could think better of it, you sucked it into your mouth. Just for a second, but it was enough to make Karen’s eyes pop open.

"There's Matt, Karen," Frank said, taking his finger out of your mouth and pointing. "We're on our way home."

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get used to it

summary: both of your exes reunite to teach you a lesson

pairing: jon bernthal x reader + oscar isaac x reader

warnings: smut, threesome, car sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), size kink (🍆 is too much), spanking, infidelity

taglist (reply to be added): @houseforwhores @thickbihhwitdagapp @scarlettlullaby16

It wasn't every night that you ended up only three feet away from your two ex boyfriends while sat next to your current boyfriend.

It was the night of the SAG awards and not only were they sitting together a row behind you, but they were also going to be presenting the award you were nominated for. There was no other word to describe the night better than "hell".

You could feel their stares on you the entire night, glaring at you whenever your boyfriend would smile at your or tell a joke or scoot in a little too close for their liking. You weren't sure if the room was just hot or if their eyes were burning marks into your skin. Either way, you wished you could be anywhere else.

Neither of the breakups had been that clean. There was unfinished business with both of them, but you couldn't bring yourself around to finish it. You were much more comfortable avoiding them as much as humanly possible in hopes that they'd never confront you and that you'd never have to have a conversation with either of them about the way your relationships had ended.

Later in the evening, it was time for them to present. You weren't worried about the award itself and if you would lose. The more pressing matter is what you'd do if you won. What was the protocol for winning an award presented by both of your exes? Should you hug them? Shake their hands? Ignore them? You were well aware that it didn't matter how you addressed them. The media would make an assumption about your character no matter what option you chose.

There was your boyfriend, too. How would he feel if you appeared so jolly around two men that had such an impact on your life. Two men that he knew you used to brag to your friends about sleeping with. You didn't want to hurt him, but reputation was important. Maybe it would be better to act happy and unfazed by the two of them and proud of yourself for winning the award.

You tried to ignore their silky voices as they recited their lines, leading up to the announcement and creating suspense. Tuning them out was one thing but avoiding the way both of them kept stealing glances at you was far more difficult.

"And the award goes to," you heard Oscar announce tensely.

Your eyes drifted to Jon's fingers as he opened the card and you felt yourself warm up even more in memory of the skills he had used on you whenever he felt like pleasing you. Part of you was hoping that your name wasn't in it. That an interaction could be completely avoided.

The universe had different plans, though. Maybe it was a punishment. You had strung them both along. This was Karma's way of getting around to you.

"(Y/N) (L/N)!" they both announced.

You weren't quite sure if they were feigning excitement or if they actually cared about you winning the award.

Your boyfriend turned to you, giving you a hug before kissing you on the cheek and congratulating you. It was hard to focus.

You stood, putting on your best smile and hoping it would disguise how nauseous you were beginning to feel as you approached Jon and Oscar on the stage.

Oscar was the one that handed you the award. He gave it to you and opened his arms for a tight hug.

"Congratulations, sweetheart," he'd whispered into your ear lowly and you pulled away to see him grinning.

There was a mixture of pride and deviousness in his smile. You knew him well enough to figure that he actually was happy for you but you could also tell that he was up to something.

Jon approached you second, wrapping his arms around you and moving to whisper in your ear as well.

"It was a perfect performance, doll."

You were confused by their praise and also overwhelmed by their scents taking over the stage. It was hard for you to take steps toward the microphone for your speech because the mixture of their two smells was enough to make your knees go weak.

As you accepted your award and thanked everyone that had helped you along the way, you could still feel the ghostly lingering of the pressure of their arms in the hugs. You wanted to scream at them and ask why they were being so nice to you after all you'd done. You just couldn't understand.

The rest of the night was lovely. The after party was extravagant but fun. You were congratulated by friends and even some of your idols. It was cliché, but you almost felt like a princess.

"Good job, Darling," you heard as a presence made itself known beside you at the bar. Your boyfriend had gone off to smoke with a few of the other dates and you decided to stay and relax for a moment. That moment was cut short with the arrival of Jon.

You took in his scent once again. A striking spicy smell that overtook all of your senses when he was near you. It was absolutely breathtaking no matter hoe much you hated to admit it.

"Thank you," you responded shortly, voice full of suspicion. What was happening? Why was he being so kind to you?

You brought your eyes up to look at him, finally taking a moment to realize how nice he looked. His gray suit and combed hair was enough to melt you. Add in the way he kept licking his lips and you would've slipped your panties off right then if it weren't for your current relationship.

"No need to sound all skeptical," he told you. "Let's get outta here?"

He tilted his head forward to whisper it in your ear. You shuddered at the warmth coming from his mouth making contact with your ear.

"I'm seeing someone, Jon. I'm not sleeping with you."

He laughed shortly, calling your shit.

"Yeah okay. Speaking of which, who's the new guy?" he questioned, bringing his arm behind you to take your drink from the bar and down it for himself.

"He's none of your business," you told him. "You don't know him and he doesn't know you."

"Yeah, well he's pretty acquainted with Oscar over there," Jon chuckled out, turning your attention to the corner of the room where the boyfriend that you thought had gone outside was laughing at something Oscar had just said.

Oscar locked eyes with you from across the room and gave you a wink. He followed it up by running his hand over his beard a few times and cocking his head to motion that you come over to him.

"Bring Jon along," he mouthed to you before returning his attention to your boyfriend who was still cackling at Oscar's previous comment.

Oh, God. This is my worst nightmare.

To go over there with Jon was to quite literally trap yourself in a love triangle.

"Come on. Their conversation seems interesting," Jon told you, grabbing your arm and pulling you from your seat before you could protest.

You wanted to run but you were already more than halfway across the room with him and it would be noticeable to your boyfriend that something was wrong if you turned away.

"Let...me go," you breathed roughly, ripping your arm away from Jon. He smiled down at you as the two of you approached the laughing pair.

"Well, there she is. The shining star of the night. Congratulations, beautiful," Oscar complimented. He always loved showering you with praise. When he was excited, when he was proud of you, when he was in between your thighs moaning about how well you ride his face. He always made sure to give you your flowers.

"I know," Jon began. "She's absolutely fuckin' phenomenal."

You were shocked at how bold they were to blatantly flirt with you in front of your boyfriend. As concerning as it was, you couldn't stop the throbbing between your legs as you watched both of them eyeing you down and raving about how well you did.

"I'm gonna go grab us a drink, baby," your boyfriend told you as the four of you began talking more.

As soon as he walked far enough, you spun to both of them.

"What the hell is going in with you two?" you snapped, anger in your eyes as you stared at them looking down and smirking at you. It was enough to make you pass out.

"Well, we're proud of you winning your category, sweetheart, but what we're not proud of is the downgrade you got with What's His Name over there," Oscar stated bluntly.

Jon nodded in agreement before inhaling deeply.

"How did you go from fucking both of us to having your ass kissed by some wannabe?" he pushed.

You were filled with anger. How dare they question your love live. They were no longer involved in your life. Who you were with was none of their business.

"Seriously? You think that just because I juggled the two of you I can't actually find someone that I love and care about?" you shot back.

There was no need to defend yourself but you sure felt one. Especially as both of them glared down at you.

"No, but we don't think you'd be able to deny both of us," Jon responded.

"Come on, (Y/N). You had both of us and never once used us both to your advantage," Oscar began. "You really mean to tell me that the two of us at the same time never crossed your mind when you were on your knees for one of us?"

You shuddered. It would be a lie to say that it hadn't. There had been countless times that Jon was ramming his hips into you that you'd imagined Oscar forcing himself down your throat with a hand in your hair and praising you about how well you were taking them. You couldn't remember how many times you'd thought about sitting on Oscar's beard as Jon grabbed your neck and told you hoe much of a filthy slut you were.

Suddenly, you became awfully aware of how hard your nipples were becoming in front of them.

"So, you have," Jon gloated, glancing down at your breasts.

Oscar swallowed at the sight and you made eye contact with him as he looked back up to your face.

"Make your decision, baby," he told you. "Before he comes back."

You turned over your shoulder to see that he was still at the bar waiting on drinks. You turned back to see that Oscar had gotten much closer to you. He was barely out of reach. Over his shoulder, you could see Jon toying with the buckle of his belt.

Fuck it. When had you let your morals stop you before?

"You two better make it quick," you managed to croak out, using the small amount of strength you had left in your knees to brush past the two of them and walk out the door of the building.

You walked out to your limo with the two of them following swiftly behind you. Their presence was heavy as Oscar opened the door for you to get in before walking around the other side of the backseat. Sandwiched between them.

"Driver's gone," Oscar said. "Not sure I can wait. How 'bout you, Bernthal?"

Jon began unbuckling himself almost immediately.

"I'm out of patience too, buddy."

"Good."

Oscar wasted no time bring his hand to the back of your neck to pull you in for a deep kiss, jamming his tongue into your mouth and letting it explore the way you taste. It was impossible not to moan when he grabbed your wrist to guide your hand down to his crotch, which filled your palm entirely. You pressed gently and caused him to groan into your mouth and bite down on your lip.

Behind you, Jon was rubbing your shoulders and kissing down your neck. His gentle kisses mixed with the rough bites he was landing along your shoulders made you shiver, he brought one hand up to your hardened nipple, massaging it, causing you to lean back into him.

"Such a naughty little thing," he mumbled when you repositioned yourself so that you were in Oscar's lap and leaning on Jon for support.

You gasped when he landed a sharp blow to your clothed breast. He repeated it three more times on each one before bringing both hands to knead them softly.

"God, I love your tits, Baby Girl," he cooed into your ear.

Oscar had pushed you off of him, leaving you to Jon as he began to undress. As Jon turned your neck so that you could kiss him, you imagined the way Oscar looked, jacket off, shirt unbuttoned and rolling up his sleeves.

You were glad you weren't standing because you knew you would have collapsed.

You were now in Jon's lap completely, facing Oscar who'd unbuckled his pants and lowered his boxers, pumping himself.

Jon grabbed your chin and forced you to look at Oscar leaned against the window with his eyes closed as he pleasured himself.

"You do this to me," Oscar moaned. "It's always you."

It was all too much to take in. The sight of Oscar stroking his cock and Jon's hand slowly creeping its way in between your legs could make you pass out.

Jon's rough fingertips slid your panties to the side and ran slowly through your slit, brushing against your clit and making you twitch.

"She's dripping," Jon expressed.

His voice was full of sex. Dirty and deep and hitting just the right spot inside of you.

"Bet Ronnie didn't do that to her," Oscar breathed out, smiling cockily as he watched you roll your hips in hopes that it would lead Jon to touch you more.

"His name...fuck, Oscar," you moaned when he whimpered at the feeling of thrusting into himself, knowing it would shoot you right in the core. "His name is Robert."

"Who gives a damn?" Jon laughed, shoving two fingers deep inside of you and making you jolt in surprise.

The sound created by Jon pumping his fingers in and out of you were nothing short of lewd. Your wetness was apparent and the smell of your cunt was intoxicating to both men. Oscar moaning at the sight in front of him and Jon pressing his thumb onto your clit as a "reward" for being so ready for his fingers.

"Come here," Oscar commanded lowly, motioning you over with two fingers.

Jon removed himself from you, leaving you feeling empty and pushed you so that your upper body was near Oscar and that you were laying flat in their laps.

"Now I got a better view of this pretty pussy," he said deeply, letting a slap land on you and you grunted in pain.

"Dick," you mumbled to him.

"Yeah, suck mine," Oscar told you, grabbing your head and shoving your mouth onto his cock.

You moaned around him, missing how he'd filled up your throat.

Jon had managed to get three fingers inside of you and was using his other hand to strike your ass. He'd always loved to see it move. Especially when it was because of how he'd been spanking you.

Oscar was holding you down at the base of his cock, letting you choke around him as he sang praises in Spanish.

"Tu boca se siente tan bien, princesa."

You clenched around Jon's fingers at the sound of his voice and Jon chuckled.

"Do it again," he told Oscar, who continued speaking Spanish as you gagged around his cock.

He pulled you up for air and smiled at you.

"I hope your makeup artist is on standby," he teased, shifting his gaze from your messy face to the sight of your pussy, which now had four of Jon's fingers stuffed inside of it. You were grinding your hips against his thumb to stimulate your clit and both of them were amazed by the sight.

Oscar kept his eyes on your hips as the rolled, pushing your head back down and holding it steady so that he could fuck your mouth as roughly as he pleased. He was thrusting into you, reaching to the back of your throat. He didn't let you up for air until you choked around him, but he shoved you right back down when he felt like more.

You began shaking on Jon's fingers as you reached your first orgasm. He smiled at you, continuing to pump his fingers until you were finished.

When he removed them, he placed them in his mouth and moaned.

"Lovely," he praised, leaning down to kiss your cheeks.

"Wanna see how this mouth feels?" Oscar offered, knowing that if he kept up with you, he'd be cumming in no time.

"Oh, please."

You were shifted again so that you were on your back. Your pussy on full display in front of Oscar and your sore throat now facing Jon's cock.

You licked the vein on Jon's base and he laughed. He found it funny how you thought you had any control over the situation. He shoved himself into your mouth unexpectedly and groaned at the warmth.

"Fuck, yes. You're so warm."

Oscar positioned himself so that he could bring his mouth down to you. He was a master at eating you out and he always aimed to please.

His tongue swirled through your folds as his fingers worked the inside of you. He licked you up and down and you new you were a goner as soon as he led the tip of his tongue to your clit, circling it repeatedly. It didn't take long for your hips to be bucking from another orgasm.

Oscar didn't wait for your orgasm to finish before he was rubbing his tip between your lips, teasing before he entered you slowly.

You tried to speak around Jon's cock as Oscar stretched you out. He'd always been turned on by the way your pussy wrapped around his cock. He was so big and you always had to adjust.

You shifted as Oscar was slowly entering you, one had resting on the blue fabric that clothed your stomach.

"Take that cock, Baby," Jon encouraged. "Take it."

Oscar grinned down at you as your eyes squinted shut.

"It's too much for her," he said mockingly.

"Well, she'll have to get fucking used to it 'cuz as soon as this driver gets back we're moving to my hotel room. She won't be able to fucking move tomorrow," Jon stated, looking down at you.

"Hear that, Baby?" Oscar asked you knowingly as your eyes shot open. "We're not done with you."

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all the time.

frank castle x f!reader .

warnings : 18+, pwp, smut, somnophilia (implied prior consent), oral (f receiving), penetration, edging, mild ‘slaps’ (?), overstimulation, breeding kink (?).

summary : “in the mornings when i wanna fuck you.”

thank you @elirobin for helping me with my extreme indecisiveness and choosing which post for today for me! this is 1.3k words of… something. once again - no actual dialogue. not proofread. umm i’m not sure how y’all are gonna feel abt this but - i’m excited to see??? lmk what ya think. this is named after all the time by jeremih, lil wayne, and natasha mosley. actually didnt listen to this song at all when writing but.. that being said, i hope you like loves.

frank adored mornings. especially ones where he woke up before you. waking up tangled in your limbs, and surrounded in your scent - something about just how domestic the morning is. he also enjoyed being able to wake you up however he wanted. which was usually with a cup of coffee, and breakfast on your bedside.

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this idea came to me at like 2 am and im obsessed

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!frank castle x sub!reader

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ ONLY, language, unprotected sex, masturbation (f), use of sex toys (dildo), daddy kink, unedited, sorry for any missed typos

"What happened?" Frank frantically asks, pressing the phone to his cheek.

It was almost one-thirty am when your name popped up on his phone. It wasn't often that you called him this late and the last time you did, you had gotten lost walking home from a night out with your friends. Since then, he's kept his phone on with the volume high.

"Baby, what happened?" He sits up in bed, waiting for you on the other again.

"I'm safe, I promise... I just.." You trailed off, before taking a deep breath.

Frank was getting nervous, looking around for his keys and his clothes. Even if it wasn't anything important, he was going to head over to your place- not wanting to chance anything.

"I can't..." You felt ashamed having to call him this late for something so little, but you needed him.

"I can't... cum.." A sigh of relief that you weren't in any immediate danger came from Frank.

Your cheeks burned and your eyes welled with embarrassment. Frank's cock twitched at the shyness of your voice. This was the first time you've called him with something like this. Frank didn't mind you getting off on your own, but he would of course prefer being there with you.

Smiling to himself he asks, "Why can't you cum, sweetheart?"

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling at his sweatpants. You're lying back against pillows completely naked with your fingers between your thighs. Hearing his voice drop with the rasp had arousal leaking out of you.

Your heartbeat began to beat faster, "... My toys don't feel as good as you,"

You huff, looking over at the dildo lying next to you. Frank inhales sharply, running his hands through his hair. He can't even imagine how wound up you had to be to resort to your toys. The pink glass dildo, he had bought it for you for when he's away and you didn't usually use them- but tonight you just needed a release not even the dildo was helping.

The image of you sprawled out on the bed with your fingers rubbing your clit while you pumped yourself had Frank's cock stirring.

"Yeah?" He breathed, standing and grabbing his keys.

"Please, Frankie... I need you," Your voice was just above a whisper.

Frank bit back a moan, "I'll be right there, sweetheart,"

Placed your phone on the nightstand and continued to slowly pump yourself. You would get so close, but nothing seemed to get you to that last bit. You wished you knew why you were extra needy today and why it was extra hard to finish, but you just couldn't figure out why.

The closer Frank gets to your apartment door, the bigger his bulge grew. You only lived a few blocks away. In moments like this, you wish you lived together.

Frank digs in his pockets for his key. When he opens the front door, he can hear the frustrated whines and whimpers. Chuckling to himself, Franks kicks his shoes off and empties his pockets on the dining table by the door. Your bedroom door is shut, so Frank knocks gently before opening it, making sure not to startle you.

"I told you I was on my way," Frank's cock twitched again seeing you bare and spread wide on the bed.

Dropping the dildo, you jump up from the bed and practically run to him. Frank pulls you close, kissing the top of your head. You bite the inside of your cheek when you feel the bulge pressing against your skin. While he hugs you, Frank feels the tension in your shoulders.

"You're so tense, sweetheart, no wonder you can't cum." His hands run over your back, soothing the tension.

"C'mon." Pulling away from the hug, Frank gives you a soft kiss.

Motioning to the bed, you climb back on top of the comforter. Frank removes his hoodie and tosses it on the chair in the corner of the room.

"You have to relax, okay?" Frank slips between your legs, lying on his stomach and placing one of your legs over his shoulder.

He opens your pussy wide and sees your clit is swollen from all the attention. Running his thumb over the sensitive bud, you jerk your hips. Frank sees you pulsing around nothing, desperately begging to be filled. You watch him as he intently, inspects you- getting more frustrated that he's not doing anything.

"Frankie..." His palm runs up the top of your thigh, soothing your restlessness. Frank grabs the dildo and begins to tease you.

Knowing how impatient you are, it's safe to assume you didn't properly warm yourself up. Frank begins to drag the toy up between your folds, lazily circling your clit. Soon the soft noise start flowing and your body relaxes. It's so easy with Frank, he understands your body better than you do. The dildo glides down to your aching hole, slipping in only about two inches.

"Attagirl, look at that! How does that feel?" You nod, and your fingers find your nipples.

They begin to pinch and tug adding to the pleasure. Frank adds a few more inches, twisting and pumping you full. It feels better than when you tried, but it just still wasn't doing it.

You needed more, you needed Frank.

"It's still not enough..." He knew exactly what you were referring too, but he needed you to say it. Frank chuckles, kissing the inside of your thigh.

"Sweetheart, if you want my cock you need to use your words." Frank's still pumping you with the dildo.

You whine, "Daddy, I need your cock!"

With that, Frank smiles. He carefully pulls the dildo out, giving it to you to clean off. You take it and slip it past your lips. While you suck it clean, Frank removes the rest of his clothes.

When he's ready, he strokes himself a few times to get himself ready. Frank pulls your legs to the edge of the bed. Running the tip of his cock over your folds, you moan, finally getting what you need.

Frank slides inside you and you gasp. There is a relief that you hadn't had all night. It felt right and you lit up. Frank hovers over you and your legs wrap around him instantly. You claw at his lower back wanting him to get closer.

He chuckles, "There's my girl, just needed daddy's dick huh?" You're lost in it and your mind is fuzzy.

"C'mon now, use me- take what you need- fuck-" You're bucking your hips upward, signaling that you want more.

Frank takes the queue and picks up his pace.

"That's it, attagirl! Feels so much better doesn't it, sweetheart?" Without warning, your body seizes, you're gripping his body so tight and you clenching around him so tight.

You barely have time to process what's happening before you're hit with overwhelming pleasure.

"F-Fuck, y'so tight-" Frank holds steady while you inhale sharply.

The moans get caught in your throat while your orgasm hits you like a train. It's so hard that tears swell in your eyes and all you can manage to do is whine.

"M'sorry, daddy- I couldn't hold it- It was so strong-" You gulp back, embarrassment washes over you. You've never cum that hard before and you certainly never cum without asking his permission.

"Baby, baby- you did so well! Don't you dare say sorry," He kisses your forehead. All you do is nod and Frank kisses your forehead down to your lips. Frank just kisses you and runs his thumb over your cheek, calming your body down from the intense high.

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thoughts on how aro's mate would have a foursome with the three kings? <3

Twilight Reaction: Aro’s mate having a foursome with the kings [Volturi Kings]

sure you had a lot of fantasies

and for the most part, Aro was always able to make it happen

but one day, you went to visit Aro while he was working

he was in the library with Marcus and Caius

Aro was working on something, so you let him be till he came over to you instead

you sat down on one of the chairs, pulled out a book and waited

the farther you got into the book, the more you realized how spicy it actually was

you came across a part in the book where three men and woman were…

well, I’m sure you know

the words and fantasies make you cross your legs together

peaking up from your book, you look at Aro

you gulp as you remember all things you and him have done together

then you look at Marcus and Caius

you bite your bottom lip

you imagined them in ways you probably shouldn’t

you look back Aro and your chest tightens with guilt

you love Aro to the moon and back, times 3

he was yours and vise versa

you knew you only thought of Marcus and Caius as friends

but the thought of all three of the kings taking you at the same time-

before you could let the fantasy continue any further, you snapped the book shut

really fucking loud

you blushed as the three looked over at you

“My love, is everything alright?”

you nod at Aro’s words and stand to leave

“Yes, I just remembered I have something to do.”

before you could leave the room, Aro grabs your hand

even though he held it for a few seconds before you quickly snatched it away, he got all the information he needed

a devilish smile crosses his face

“Oh my…”

30 minutes later you and the kings are in yours and Aro’s bedroom

Marcus was on the bed, on his back, you on top of him

you rode his cock slowly, moaning as his tip kept reaching your sweet spot

Caius was kneeling behind you, kissing, biting, and sucking the skin of your neck

one of his arms were wrapped around your body, his hand on your pussy, fingers slowly circling your clit

you open your eyes to look over at Aro

there he sat on one the chairs by the bed, watching you hungrily

“Aro-”

“Are they pleasing you well, love?”

you try to answer, but suddenly Marcus snaps his hips upwards, making you whimper

“Are you ready for my cock Y/n?” Caius asks, making you nod quickly

you feel his tip prodding your asshole, making you shake in anticipation

he enters slowly, making your head fall back and eyes close

“Look at me.” Aro demands

you manage to do as he asks and look into his eyes

your face contorts in pleasure Caius fills your ass up with his cock

now as Caius and Marcus move inside you together, you can’t keep quiet

they stroke deep within one you, reaching places you only thought Aro was capable of reaching

their paces get faster

Aro stands from his seat, unbuttoning and unbuckling his pants

he grabs your face, making you face him

you gaze down to see his heavy cock in his hand

it makes your mouth water

“You haven’t forgotten about me already, have you my dear?”

you could never forget him

and you made sure he knew that as you wrapped your mouth around him

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