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melanchoire · 6 months ago

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THE MIDNIGHT DETOUR ──── yu jimin

── ( 🌸 ) the constant jabs and petty games with your nemesis karina reach a boiling point at a party, culminating in a bathroom encounter where heated arguments give way to an even hotter, forbidden connection you never saw coming.

pairing. dom!popular girl!karina x sub!riival!fem reader

warning(s). bitting, degradation, fingering, hate sex???, making out, thigh riding.

word count. 4,8k

the fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed, a monotonous soundtrack to the daily drama unfolding around you. you gripped your textbooks tighter, the worn covers offering a small comfort as you navigated the crowded space. ot wasn't just the sheer volume of bodies that made it feel like a minefield; it was them. the “ae-girls” as the student body had so aptly nicknamed karina's group. they moved through the corridors like royalty, their beauty a blinding force field that seemed to repel anyone who dared to stray too close.

you'd seen it happen with other groups before, the casual cruelty of popularity. but with karina and her crew, it felt different. more personal, more... calculated. you were no stranger to loud, boisterous friend groups. your own friends were certainly a handful, their humor sometimes landing with a thud outside your inner circle. but karina's group was something else entirely. it was a finely tuned symphony of subtle jabs, barely concealed snickers, and outright antagonism.

the “ae-girls” were a constant, irritating hum in your otherwise relatively quiet existence. you knew, rationally, that cliques and social dynamics were the lifeblood of high school, but you couldn't shake the feeling that they were deliberately, maliciously, targeting you.

ever since the day you'd first bumped into karina —literally, colliding mid-hallway, sending textbooks scattering across the floor— there had been a palpable tension, a current of electricity charged with something you couldn't quite name. it wasn’t just the typical high school drama. it felt as though they were actively trying to burrow under your skin, to find that one loose thread that would unravel you entirely.

the whispers were the first thing you noticed. walking past the ae-girls, you’d catch snippets of conversation, their eyes darting in your direction, their lips twitching with suppressed laughter. it was a performance of complicity, a silent communication that excluded you, that made you feel like the butt of some private joke you could never understand.

then there was winter. her method was more physical, a jarring disruption to your daily routine. you remember the chill of that particular day; the fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed as you walked, heading to math class, minding your own business, reviewing quadratic formulas in your head. she walked with a deliberate swagger, her blonde hair swinging around her face like a halo of mischief and suddenly, a sharp, unexpected impact sent you staggering. winter, all sleek lines and effortless cool, had deliberately slammed her shoulder into yours, a calculated, almost predatory move. you flinched, the force of the blow rattling your teeth.

“watch it.” you’d muttered, more surprised than angered.

winter just smirked, a tiny, almost petulant curve of her lips. “maybe you should be more aware of your surroundings.” her voice was a low, velvety purr, that made you shiver and not in a good way. she barely glanced back as she continued walking, her laughter mingling with giselle and ningning who were on her side.

and then there were giselle and ningning, the twin guardians of silent judgment, their gazes like a brand. you’d learned to recognize their looks, the heavy scrutiny that followed you down the hallway, the air thick with unspoken criticism. it felt like being dissected under a microscope, every movement, every imperfection magnified and analyzed.

you always see them in the mornings when students enter school, clustered near the lockers, bathed in the cold light.

giselle and ningning, their dark eyes flitting over the crowd, scanning for… what? targets? you swallowed, feeling the familiar pinprick of unease as their gazes landed on you, lingered, and then, with a barely perceptible smirk, moved on. it was always like this. they never said anything, but their looks spoke volumes, dissecting you, judging you with a silent, almost telepathic precision that made you want to crawl out of your own skin.

you remember one time, you were heading to the library. your footsteps echoed on the polished floor; the heavy silence was interrupted as you noticed them, they were in the corner talking with their heads down. when you passed by they raised their heads at the same time and stared, giving you a look that would curdle milk.

“what are you staring at?” you’d asked, your voice a little sharper than you’d intended. you stopped right in front of them.

giselle and ningning exchanged a look, a silent conversation that seemed to happen before your very eyes. they said nothing, their expression unchanging, a mask of detached disapproval. then, without another word, they simply turned and walked away, leaving you feeling exposed and foolish.

but karina... she was the epicenter of it all. you saw her, leaning against the lockers, her expression unreadable. she was breathtakingly beautiful, her features sharp and elegant, framed by the dark curtain of her hair. it was an unfair level of beauty, the kind that stopped you in your tracks, that made you forget everything else for a fleeting, agonizing moment. her beauty was a weapon, you thought, sharper and more dangerous than any of the subtle jabs her friends threw your way.

and it wasn't just her looks. it was the way she carried herself, the confidence that radiated from her like a heat wave. it was her voice, low and melodic, with a subtle rasp that sent a shiver down your spine despite yourself. you hated that voice. you hated the way it could draw you in, even as it was dripping with sarcasm and disdain. you hated the way it made you feel.

she was the one who always escalated, who threw herself into the fray, whether it was a confrontation with winter’s casual cruelty or an argument about giselle and ningning's incessant staring. she wasn't just a bystander; she was an active participant, a conductor of the symphony of your discomfort. you had plenty of fights with her, both verbal and physical, though they never quite got violent.

you remembered the first time you had spoken to her. it had been over a misplaced library book, a clumsy misunderstanding that had felt utterly catastrophic at the time. you had tried, stammering and flustered, to explain the situation, but karina had interrupted, her voice cool and laced with barely concealed amusement. “you always make such a mess.” she had said, looking at you with those piercing, dark eyes. “it's almost impressive.” you had been mortified, your cheeks burning with shame and anger. it wasn't just the words, but the way she said them, with a hint of something… else. something that you couldn’t quite place but that made your stomach churn in a way that felt both awful and exhilarating.

or the time when winter bumped into you, you'd been about to yell at winter but karina was there, stepping in front of winter. but instead of offering you a kind look of concern, she followed it with a sharp glance at you, a small, almost imperceptible curve to her lips that made you wonder if she was secretly mocking you even as she appeared to defend you. “you need to watch where you're going, clumsy.” she’d said, her voice laced with a kind of mocking amusement. her gaze was intense, and you found yourself inexplicably drawn to the rich depths of her dark eyes.

“i wasn't the one who bumped into someone!” you retorted, your hands balling into fists.

karina leaned closer, her breath fanning against your cheek. “maybe if you weren't so busy daydreaming, you would have seen her coming.” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. the way she talked to you was so infuriating, but her voice... it was like a melody, a song that somehow wrapped around you and made it difficult for you to think. you could have listened to her speak for hours.

when giselle and ningning’s silent stares became unbearable, and you dared to call them out, it was karina again, her voice cutting through the tension. “leave her alone, girls. don’t waste your time on her.” and again, that look, that strange mix of disdain and something… unreadable.

it was infuriating. it was mesmerizing. and it was, you had to admit, utterly confusing. you hated the way karina's presence could disrupt your carefully constructed world, the way she could make your heart pound in your chest with a mix of anger and... something else you didn't quite understand. it wasn't just that she was beautiful, it was the way she seemed to see you, to pierce through your carefully constructed facade and to see something hidden beneath the surface.

today, as you walked past her, you kept your gaze fixed ahead, trying to pretend she wasn't there, yet you could feel her eyes on you, heavy and intense. you could feel the faint warmth rising to your cheeks, and you hated it. you hated the way she could make you feel like a teenager again, all awkward and flustered. and yet, deep down, nestled within the layers of frustration and anger, there was a different feeling stirring, a confusing flutter that felt dangerously close to... not hate.

you wanted to scream at her, to demand an explanation, to ask her why she treated you this way. but the words caught in your throat, swallowed by the strange ache that pulsated beneath your skin. you wanted to hate her. you wanted to erase her from your mind. but you knew, with a certainty that both terrified and excited you, that was impossible. because, beneath the layers of annoyance and antagonism, a strange and unnerving tension had begun to simmer, a tension that felt like a tightrope walk between loathing and something else entirely - something that felt incredibly dangerous. and incredibly, impossibly, alluring.

you wanted to hate her. but you were starting to wonder if you were already too far gone. the way those dark eyes held yours just a little too long, the way her voice wrapped around your name with a subtle rasp… it was starting to feel personal. and that, more than anything else, was terrifying.

the bass thrummed through the floor, vibrating up your legs and into your chest. it was the kind of party where the music was loud enough to drown out thought, where the air hung thick with sweat and the scent of cheap beer. around you, your friends were a cacophony of boisterous laughter and half-finished stories, their words washing over you like meaningless static. you nodded along, offered the occasional ‘yeah’ or ‘no way’ but your attention was elsewhere, a magnetic pull you couldn't quite ignore.

karina.

there she was, across the crowded living room, tucked away in a shadowed corner like a stray star. alone. it was a sight so incongruous with the image you had built of her – surrounded by her ‘ae-girls,’ her loyal pack – that it almost made you stop breathing. she was leaning against the wall, her gaze fixed on something beyond the party, a melancholic air clinging to her like the smoke from a forgotten cigarette.

a smirk played on your lips. this was it. an opportunity, maybe even an invitation, to finally cut through the layers of manufactured arrogance she wore like expensive perfume. you hadn't come here tonight expecting anything more than the usual awkward small talk and forced laughter, but the universe, in its twisted sense of humor, had presented you with this.

you excused yourself from your group, their chatter fading into the background as you navigated the sea of bodies. each step you took felt deliberate, a purposeful march towards a confrontation that you knew, deep down, you craved. when you finally reached her, the space between you felt charged, the air crackling with the unspoken history you shared.

“the queen bee without her hive. playing bad all by yourself, are you?” the words were out of your mouth before you could bite them back, a challenge laced with the bitterness you’d come to associate with her. you stood a few feet away, arms crossed, trying to look unaffected by the way her eyes snapped up and locked with yours. those eyes, you were sure, could freeze hell itself.

karina turned her head slowly, her eyes, sharp and obsidian, locking onto yours. a flicker of something – was it a surprise? – crossed her face before her usual mask of indifference slid back into place. “and you…” she drawled, her voice a low, velvety purr that sent a shiver down your spine despite your best efforts to remain stoic.

a slow, predatory smile bloomed on her face, the kind that promised trouble and the thrill of a dangerous game. “and you’re here, i see. did you forget everyone else, or were you always this obsessed with me?” her voice, the honeyed velvet you secretly adored, sent shivers down your spine, a sensation you would vehemently deny if asked.

"obsessed? please. i just thought you looked a little lonely without your little band of tormentors around to back you up.” you retorted, leaning closer, the scent of her perfume, a heady mix of sandalwood and something dangerously floral, filling your senses. “i just didn’t expect to find you all alone, stripped of your little lapdogs. It’s almost…disarming.” it was a weak jab, you knew it, but it was enough to elicit a low, throaty laugh from her.

her lips curled into a smirk, a flash of white teeth that made your stomach clench. “disarming? honey, you have no idea what kind of power i hold, with or without those girls behind me.” she took a step closer, narrowing the distance between you, the heat rolling off her body like a tangible thing.

“and sweetheart,” she purred, taking a step closer, the gap between you closing, the air crackling between you, “we’re just having a little fun here. you, on the other hand, seem a little… preoccupied.”

the heat in your cheeks had nothing to do with the stifling air. your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird. “preoccupied? i’m… i'm just stating facts.”

“are you?” she whispered, moving closer, her breath ghosting over your ear, “or are you just looking for a little attention from someone who can actually handle you?”

a strange, dizzying sensation twisted in your stomach. it wasn't a question, it was a declaration, a challenge thrown down like a gauntlet. “handle me? you think you can handle me? you're all bark and no bite. without giselle's death stares, winter's shoulder bumps, and ningning's silent judgments, you're nothing.”

she didn't answer. instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing against your arm, a touch that sent a surge of electricity through your veins. “come with me.” she murmured, her voice a low command that you found yourself strangely compelled to obey.

and just like that, you were following her, weaving through the crowd, away from the music and the noise, towards the back of the house, a place you knew was usually empty, and a strange sense of dread and anticipation began to bubble inside of you.

you found yourselves in a small, dimly lit bathroom. the music was muffled here, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. you leaned against the cold tile wall, the back of your head thudding softly as you tried to catch your breath, and karina stepped inside; she turned and locked the door.

she didn't speak, didn’t even look at you directly for a moment. she just stood there, a few feet away, her eyes watching you like a predator sizing up its prey. you tried to hold her gaze, but the intensity was too much, and your eyes drifted to her lips, the curve of them, the hint of a smirk playing on the corners.

“so…” she drawled, her voice low and husky, “what exactly did you want from me?”

your mind was a blank slate, your carefully constructed arguments dissolving into nothingness. “i— i don't know…” you stammered, hating the way you suddenly felt, small and unsure, completely at her mercy.

karina laughed, a short, sharp sound that was more taunt than amusement. “that’s what i thought.” she moved without warning, closing the distance between you in two quick strides. her hand shot out to grab your chin, tilting your head up so that you were forced to meet her gaze. “ypu're not so tough when it comes to me, are you?”

before you could form a coherent thought, her lips were on yours, a bruising, demanding kiss that stole your breath away. it was everything you had wanted, everything you had never dared to dream of, all wrapped up in one intoxicating moment. you instinctively kissed back, your body responding to hers with a desperate need that shocked you.

her hands roamed, tracing the curve of your jaw, delving into your hair, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush against each other. you could feel every inch of her, the heat of her skin pressing against yours, the hard muscle beneath her soft curves.

“you like this, don't you?" she murmured against your lips, her voice laced with a smugness that both infuriated and aroused you. “you like that i’m the one in control. you like that i decide when to kiss you, what to do with you.” she punctuated her words with sharp little bites on your bottom lip, sending shivers of pleasure through you.

her hands began to roam, tracing the curves of your body, sending sparks of desire through your veins. she explored your waist, the curve of your hip, and the small of your back with a boldness that made you breathless. her fingers brushed the edges of your clothes, teasing and taunting you with their delicate touch.

her hands pushed at your shirt, sliding beneath the hem, her cool fingers sending jolts of electricity through you. you whimpered, a mix of protest and surrender. she chuckled, a low rumble against your ear.

her hand slid down lower, finding the waistband of your pants, her fingers teasing you, sending sparks of sensation through your core. “tell me,” she breathed into your ear. “tell me you want this.”

you wanted to deny it, to pull away, to reassert some semblance of control. but the words caught in your throat, replaced by a soft moan as her fingers found their mark, slick heat blooming between your legs. “karina please—”

“you're so easy,” she murmured against your lips, her breath hot and intoxicating. “i could do anything to you right now and you wouldn't stop me.” the words were degrading, a calculated humiliation, but instead of anger, you felt a strange thrill course through you, a sense of surrender that was both terrifying and irresistible.

you pulled back slightly, your breath coming in ragged gasps. “you’re so mean.” you whispered, your voice trembling, the truth of her words hitting home with full force.

she laughed, a low, throaty sound that reverberated through your body. “and you love it.” she said, her eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint, pulling you closer once more, the dance of dominance and submission continuing. the kiss was deeper, more passionate, her tongue exploring your mouth with a confident, practiced ease. you were lost in her, drowning in the force of her touch and the intoxicating pull of her personality, the feeling of a strange mix of fear and a longing that you never knew you possessed.

you, completely overtaken with sensation, didn't even realize how long you were in there, or how much her words both insulted and intoxicated you, but as the kiss deepened, and her hands roamed more, the reality that your friends were probably looking for you, and just the whole situation in general, slowly began to cloud the haze of lust.

she takes you out of your thoughts when her deft fingers made quick work of the button on your jeans. karina smirked as she slowly slid her hand into your unzipped jeans, teasingly tracing the lace of your panties. she rubbed your clothed slit with the heel of her palm, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.

karina's voice was a low, urgent growl in your ear. "fuck, you're so wet already… is all this because of those stupid kisses i just gave you a few moments ago? or have you been this wet all night since you got here because your little head has been thinking about me touching you? dirty slut… getting this turned on in public. i bet you want my fingers buried inside your tight little cunt, don't you?”

karina's nimble fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your panties, teasing along your clothed slit. she rubbed slow, maddening circles over your clothed clit, applying just enough pressure to make your toes curl in your shoes. “that's why you always give attitude, isn't it? is giving dirty looks and a bitchy attitude your way of saying you want me to fuck you silly?” her other hand slid under your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your tummy before cupping your breast, kneading the supple flesh.

“poor little thing... you must be really desperate, aren't you? karina purred, feeling the dampness seeping through the fabric. she slipped a finger under the waistband and pulled your panties aside, exposing your bare, glistening folds.

karina dragged a single fingertip along your slit, barely grazing your sensitive flesh, from your entrance up to your clit. she circled the throbbing bud with maddening slowness, not quite touching it directly.

“please—”

karina chuckled darkly at your needy plea, relishing the power she held over you. she continued her torturous teasing, now running two fingers slowly up and down your dripping slit, spreading your wetness throughout all your folds and then slipping her finger just barely inside your tight entrance, only to pull it out and circle your clit again.

“please what, baby? say it.” karina demanded, her hot breath washing over your neck. she nipped at your earlobe, tugging it between her teeth. “beg for my fingers like a good little slut.”

“please no, this is embarrassing, i—”

"but you're so wet… i can feel it dripping down your thighs. you want my fingers so badly, don't you slut?” she circled your clit once more, drawing a needy whimper from your lips before finally, mercifully, pressing down on the sensitive nub. “c’mon, baby. tell me how badly you need my fingers buried deep in this hungry cunt. i want to hear you say it.” she rasped, her voice thick with lust and dominance.

karina smirked as she felt your body tremble against hers, your breathing growing ragged. she loved reducing you to this desperate, aching mess. her finger traced maddening circles around your entrance, dipping just the tiniest bit inside before retreating, over and over.

“please, karina... please fuck me.” you gasped out, too far gone to hold back your plea. “i need your fingers so badly. i'm so fucking wet and empty... please fill me up.”

karina let out a low, wicked laugh. “mmmh, good girl. i love when you beg for it.” she purred approvingly. without warning, she plunged two fingers deep into your soaked, clenching heat, pumping them in and out at a brutal pace.

“that's it, take my fingers like the greedy little slut you are.” karina growled, her thumb grinding against your clit. her other hand shoved your bra up and out of the way, allowing her to roughly palm and squeeze your bare breast, rolling and pinching the stiff peak.

the bathroom filled with the obscene sound of your wetness, the slap of karina's palm against your pussy, and your desperate, wanton moans.

karina's fingers curled inside you, stroking your g-spot with ruthless precision as she finger-fucked you mercilessly. her thumb rubbed tight circles around your clit, the stimulation overwhelming your senses.

“fuck, baby, your cunt is gripping my fingers so tightly. i can feel you getting close.” karina rasped, her voice heavy with lust. she leaned in, biting and sucking at your neck, determined to leave her mark on your skin.

suddenly, she pulled her fingers out, leaving you empty and aching. before you could protest, she slammed you against the bathroom wall. her lips crashed against yours in a bruising, demanding kiss, her tongue invading your mouth.

karina grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands above your head as she kissed you deeply, swallowing your whimpers and moans. her knee pressed between your thighs, rubbing against your dripping, throbbing clit. she broke the kiss, both of you panting heavily.

she smirked wickedly as she felt you grinding your hips against her thigh, desperate for any friction. karina grabbed your ass, squeezing the firm cheeks as she encouraged your movements.

“that's it, ride my thigh like the needy little slut you are.” karina purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement. she could feel your wetness soaking through her jeans, staining the denim. the bathroom echoed with the obscene sound of your pussy rubbing against her thigh, your panting breaths, and karina's approving moans.

keeping your wrists pinned above you, karina leaned in to attack your neck, biting and sucking at the tender skin. she wanted to mark you, to leave you with bruises and hickies that would remind you of this moment every time you looked in the mirror.

karina roughly palmed your bare breast, rolling and pinching the stiff peak between her fingers. she tugged and plucked at your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

karina could feel your movements growing erratic, your desperation reaching a fever pitch as you rutted against her thigh. she could tell you were teetering on the edge, your body tensing and shaking.

“c’mon baby, cum for me.” karina purred, her voice a sinful whisper against your ear. “i want to feel you gush all over my thigh. go ahead, let go and cum like the dirty girl you are.”

to push you over the precipice, karina pinched your nipple hard, twisting it as she bit down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, breaking the skin. at the same time, she pressed her thigh harder against your clit, grinding against it with ruthless intensity.

the combination of intense sensations overwhelmed you, and you shattered, coming undone against her. your vision went white as your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing and shaking uncontrollably. karina held you tight, not letting you fall as your pussy clenched and spasmed, gushing your release onto her thigh as a scream of ecstasy ripped from your throat.

ehe continued to grind her thigh against your spasming sex, drawing out your climax and making you ride out the waves of pleasure.

when your orgasm finally began to subside, karina captured your lips in a searing, dominating kiss. she plundered your mouth, her tongue stroking and caressing every inch of you, swallowing your whimpers and moans. her hands roamed your body, squeezing and groping your curves possessively.

finally, she pulled back, leaving you gasping and boneless against the wall, your chest heaving. “mmmh, look at the mess you made, you naughty girl…” karina teased, trailing her fingers through the damp patch before bringing them to her mouth. she made a show of licking your juices off, her eyes never leaving yours. “delicious. i knew you'd taste as good as you look.”

her hand slid around your hip, squeezing the curve of your ass as she pressed closer, pinning you neatly between her body and the wall. karina's lips found your neck once more, her mouth hot and open against your skin.

karina pulled back slightly, her dark eyes glinting with mischief and unquenched desire. she glanced at her phone, a smirk playing on her lips. "shit, look at the time. i gotta jet…”

karina cursed under her breath but quickly composed herself, stepping back from you. she smirked as she glanced down at your disheveled appearance; your jeans still unbuttoned, your shirt rumpled, and your hair mussed. the satisfied flush on your cheeks was unmistakable.

“we'll definitely do this again.” she said casually, as if finger-fucking you senseless in a bathroom was an everyday occurrence for her. “but don't think this is over. i'm not done with you yet, not by a long shot."

karina leaned in close, her lips brushing yours teasingly as she whispered. “i'll find you later. maybe tonight, i'll sneak into your dorm room and finish what we started here. wear something easy to take off.” she purred, before stealing a quick, hard kiss and pulling away.

with a final wink, karina turned and sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving you dazed, aroused, and eagerly anticipating her promised nighttime visit. you knew this was only the beginning of your adventures with the infamous queen bee, karina.

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sereia4skz · 1 month ago

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B-Side MASTERLIST

A-Side Masterlist #500StarsForYaya | #1kShootingStars | #1.5kStarsForYaya

WRITTEN FICS

fluff: 🫧 | comfort: 🌸 | angst: ⛈️ | suggestive: ✨ | smut: ❤️‍🔥

series linked at the bottom

OT8

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headcannons

you use the safeword 🌸

you don't have a safeword ⛈️ 🌸

you subdrop after a scene 🌸

drabbles

sun, sand, and swims | poly!ot8 🫧

we got you | polyot8 🌸

oneshots

just smells good | poly!ot8 🌸 ❤️‍🔥 (ft!ateez)

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BANG CHAN

drabbles

you’re home 🫧🌸

just let me | sugar daddy!chan 🌸 ✨

we get it, you're in love 🫧

oneshots

let me take care of you | sub!chan ❤️‍🔥

the goodboy and the brat | sub!poly!minchan ❤️‍🔥

dont make me choose ⛈️ 🌸 🫧

hold still for me | sub!chan ❤️‍🔥

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LEE KNOW

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oneshots

silk & consequences | brat!minho ❤️‍🔥

the goodboy and the brat | sub!poly!minchan ❤️‍🔥

the cost of cocky | sub!poly!minsung ❤️‍🔥

just to make him mad | poly!minsung ❤️‍🔥

mornings in bed | sub!minho ❤️‍🔥

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CHANGBIN

drabbles

exploring situationship!Changbin

oneshots

warm hands, and a lack of subtlety | poly!seungbin ✨ ❤️‍🔥

heated hands, and fuck subtlety | poly!seungbin ❤️‍🔥

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HYUNJIN

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just wanna be close | sub!hyunjin 🫧 ❤️‍🔥

safe space | poly!hyunmin 🫧

oneshots

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HAN

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softer in your hands | sub!han 🫧❤️‍🔥

just to make him mad | poly!minsung ❤️‍🔥

birthday girl | sub!han ❤️‍🔥

oneshots

bad bets? good intentions ⛈️ 🫧

so pretty when you cry | sub!han 🫧❤️‍🔥

the cost of cocky | sub!poly!minsung ❤️‍🔥

mine, mine, mine | poly!jilix ❤️‍🔥

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FELIX

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teary and ruined | sub!felix ❤️‍🔥

heels over head | sub!felix ❤️‍🔥

whiskers and whines | poly!seunglix 🫧

oneshots

security blanket 🫧

my pretty girl | sub!felix ❤️‍🔥

mine, mine, mine | poly!jilix ❤️‍🔥

anything he wants | dom!felix ❤️‍🔥

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SEUNGMIN

drabbles

spoons and pouts 🫧

shy little puppy | pt1 | pt3 ✨

safe space | poly!hyunmin 🫧

exploring situationship!Seungmin

messy little puppy | pt1 | pt2 ❤️‍🔥

whiskers and whines | poly!seunglix 🫧

oneshots

warm hands, and a lack of subtlety | poly!seungbin ✨ ❤️‍🔥

heated hands, and fuck subtlety | poly!seungbin ❤️‍🔥

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I.N

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oneshots

tame that smirk | sub!hybrid!jeongin ❤️‍🔥

SERIES

a house we build - poly!minsung x afab!reader 2/?

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le-fruit-de-la-passion · 6 months ago

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Do you accept orders? could you do a story about Dom!Viktor x Sub!Reader x Switch! Jayce, on the day of the ball, the reader wears a dress that made her look more beautiful and cute than usual and was therefore drawing people's attention at the ball to she , would the boys be jealous or possessive? Would they punish the reader?

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Hi anon 🌸!! I'm not taking requests for fics currently, because I've got quite a few ongoing projects, but you can check my pinned post or my header description to know whenever I am 💕! But I just HAD to blabber about that idea for a second because I LOVE jealous shenanigans

Viktor and Jayce both strike me as the jealous type, but in two very different ways.

Viktor is the more silent, envious type of jealous. He has too much self-respect to just throw himself in front of you dramatically. So, he watches. He overanalyses every look anyone gives you, any kiss of your hand that seems to last a second too long. He’s methodical, following you around like a shadow the entire night with a falsely polite smile plastered on his lips. It's just one night, he tells himself, one night of pompous nobles leering at your cleavage and showering you with compliments. In the end, it won't matter, because you'll be in his bed when this is over, not theirs.

He won't outright tell you he was jealous, because he's embarrassed at the idea of seeming childish, but boy, will he still let you know. Expect bite marks on every visible inch of your skin and the imprint of his pretty fingers around your neck and thighs. He'll probably edge you a few times, have you beg and moan his name in tears without letting you cum, just to feel like he's the one in control again. He's willing to admit he's a little petty when it comes to you.

Others might not know it was him when they see your smeared makeup and strategically placed bruises tomorrow, but you will, and that's really all that matters to him.

Jayce is the visibly possessive type of jealous. Is some diplomat telling you a funny story? Jayce doesn't give a damn about decorum. His hand will quickly wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him and he'll enter the conversation with a megawatt smile as if he's always been part of it. But his hand will stay firmly in place for everyone to see what's off limits. In fact, it would be almost impossible to find him not touching you in some way, whether that be by gently replacing wayward strands of hair or wiping away imaginary stains of wine around your lips. He can't help it, especially when he sees others look at you with the same desire that he has for you. He has to show that you're his.

Jayce will be especially talkative in bed after that, constantly mumbling your name under his breath as he fucks you, repeating the word ‘mine’ over and over again. He's very petty about it too, asking if you liked having everyone's attention on you, if you got off to strangers undressing you with their eyes. If he’s gotten really rilled up, the usual “baby” and “princess” might become a “whore” or “slut”. Always his whore though. Nobody else's. He doesn't say it to be mean, in fact he tends to feel bad afterwards, but he needs confirmation straight from your lips that you don't care about them. That the only one you want to ruin you is him.

If you oblige, you are getting fucked raw on the closest available surface for a solid three rounds. You're too tired for another one? That's alright, he’ll pump his cock in his fist right above your entrance, and only push in when he's ready to cum. He'll fill you until he’s satisfied no one could look at you and doubt for a second who fucked you that good.

#anon 🌸#viktor x reader #jayce x reader #viktor x reader smut #jayce x reader smut #arcane smut #my asks #my drabbles #fruitforthoughts 💭#viktor arcane #jayce talis #arcane x reader

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gukcnt · 1 day ago

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THROUGH HIS EYES ⭒ M. LIST

your brother’s best friend jungkook, has always been the cold, untouchable type—but you’ve known him since childhood and he’s the only one who’s ever seen you beyond your insecurities. One night, everything changes, unraveling years of unspoken feelings and leaving you wondering if love has always been closer than you believed.

pairing — dom!jungkook x sub!femreader

genre — brothers bestfriend au, college au, childhood friends to lovers, second chance romance, forbidden love, slowburn, agegap, unrequited love, pining, forced proximity, reserved!jungkook, shy insecure!reader, chubby!reader, romance, smut, fluff, angst

warnings — 18+, explicit sex scenes, mature themes, bullying, body insecurity, emotional distress and trauma, mentions of eating disorder, dark aspects, mental health struggles, overcoming insecurities, several mentions of weight and appearance, love confessions and confrontation, healing and self-acceptance, heartbreak, argument and miscommunication, smoking and drinking, each chapter contains their individual warnings (reader discretion is advised due to the dark and potentially triggering content)

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⤷ 01 : to be released in august.

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luvdazqi · 5 months ago

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☆ ( sub chuuya⠀ ) — 🌸

featuring: sub!chuuya x gn!reader

warnings: dry humping, hand job, oral (m recieving), cum eating, hair pulling, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, ooc (?).

notes: this is much longer than my sub dazai version holy yap LMAOO also i dont think there should be any gender specified for this one so everyone can enjoy (:

sub!chuuya who loves the feeling of you moving your hips on top his painfully erected cock against his dress pants, also like dazai ─ he is usually a groaner but when he does let out sounds he just sounds so pretty!! (flashbacks to that one chuuya audio) he's also usually a top but sometimes he'll be a bottom for you if you annoy him enough about it. he'll beg you to keep moving, his face flushed and his eyes all glossy and hazy. his hands finding themselves on your hips and guiding you on how to move as he moans and whimpers in your ear only for you to hear, he feels so embarrassed but he just can't help it when it feels so good )): you'd dry hump him for hours honestly, you just loved seeing this side of him, when he's a about to cum you'd stop moving your hips, making him whine and probably curse you out. the more you deny his orgasm the more sensitive his cock becomes for later, his cock is so painfully hard and throbbing in his pants by now ─ he'll beg you to touch him because he can't take it anymore.

sub!chuuya who can't control the noises he makes at this point when you finally suck him off, he's practically drunk in arousal as he holds onto your hair and helps you bob your head up and down his length, already feeling his orgasm approaching when you barely started. after all, you denied all his orgasms before and he just couldn't hold it anymore. his cock twitches in your mouth before feeling so much of his cum go down your throat, making sure to try and swallow every last drop of him. but of course, you still wanted to see him whining and crying for you. replacing your mouth with your hand instead, you pump his cock rapidly, making his body jolt in surprise, his voice getting higher as he gripped anything nearby. he's practically begging you to stop but he actually didn't want you to stop, whining as he couldn't stop himself from cumming again. his length twitching in your cum stained hand, making no effort to stop just yet. he's super sensitive now and just looks so cute all overstimulated like that )): you just couldn't help yourself and only wanna make him feel good!!

taglist: @moomuzan @iwuvnami @ellie-corner14 @nonexistence1199 @lurulu-ru

#bsd smut #bsd x reader #bsd x reader smut #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs smut #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #chuuya x reader smut #chuuya nakahara smut

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romancherry · 3 months ago

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caged in silk (4) — false alarm

pairings ➝ dark!joel miller x dark!javier peña x dark!marcus acacius x female!reader

summary ➝ after a false dissapearance gave them quite the scare, joel loses control in his task to teach you a lesson.

warnings ➝ explicit smut, dark!fic, dubious consent, unprotected p in v, rough vaginal sex, missionary, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, breast & nipple play, hickeys and marking kink, posessive and dominant joel, submissive reader, sub space, daddy kink, heavy makeout session, crying kink, praise kink, pet names, pussy pronouns, aftercare, manipulation, dirty talk, swearing and other explicit language, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT.

word count ➝ 4.111

author's note ➝ hello again! it took me more time to motivate my lazy ass to write this chapter than actually finishing it. i hope you like it and if you do please leave a comment or motivational reblog 🌸 if i missed any warnings let me know.

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work.

it was almost midnight when the men realized it has been quiet for far too long. they were so deep in their thoughts and work that they hadn’t realized just how fast time has passed.

joel was fixing the dripping, rotten faucet in the kitchen. marcus was cleaning some rifles, tending to them as if they were the most precious pieces of porcelain. he was so very focused as he tried hard not to lose count on the ammunition. javier sat on his laptop, chain smoking and looking up surveillance cameras in the DEA office in medellin. the only pause between drags of smoke was when he lifted the glass of whiskey and brought it to his lips while listening very carefully on what the american ambassadors discussed – debating important classified cases, blissfully unaware of the hidden microphones javier placed right under their noses before resigning from this god forsaken job almost 3 years ago.

joel glanced at his watch and scoffed when he realized just for how long he’s been working on fixing the faucet. he muttered a low good night to the boys, his voice grumpy and heavy with sleep, before making his way to his bedroom, already dreaming about how good he will sleep tonight with you in his bed.

he expected to find you under the covers, maybe reading, maybe already curled into your pillow like you usually were by this time of night. but when he pushed the door open and found the bed untouched, the lights off, and your scent faint in the air — not warm and recent, but old, like you hadn’t been there in hours — something in his chest coiled tight.

“sweetheart?” he called.

nothing.

he checked the bathroom next, knocking once, pushing open the door. empty. no sound of water. no used towel.

he paused, brow furrowing.

“marcus?” he called out, already stepping back into the hallway. “you seen her?”

marcus freezes his actions entirely and puts the rifle on the couch next to him, his expression already serious. “i thought she was in your room.”

“no,” joel said, jaw beginning to grind. “she’s not.”

footsteps echoed on hardwood as javier came from the kitchen, still holding a half-empty glass of whiskey. “what do you mean she’s not?”

joel turned to face him, voice edged now. “i mean she’s gone.”

the silence that followed was sharp — thick with tension, panic, anger.

javier placed the glass into the sink without looking. “check everywhere. right now.”

they split like shadows in motion — no yelling, no chaos, just the kind of cold, calculating urgency born from fear.

marcus hit the basement first, flashlight already in hand. he searched every corner like he was clearing enemy territory — eyes sharp, movements efficient. no sign of you.

joel moved through the rest of the first floor. he checked the pantry, the garage, the laundry room. doors were still locked. windows undisturbed. “nothing,” he muttered into his radio to the others.

javier moved fastest, pacing the perimeter outside barefoot, his phone already out, checking security cams and motion sensors. “no alarms triggered,” he hissed. “no movement out here in the last hour.”

joel stopped in the hallway, hand gripping the molding beside the doorframe like he needed to steady himself.

you wouldn’t try again, he told himself. not after last time.

he closed his eyes, trying to focus on regulating his breathing and stop the panic from building his heartbeat rhythm until the point of explosion. he tried to think. to bring reason to light – to convince himself that you wouldn’t be so stupid and naive to run away during the night.

why would you want to run? what did they do to you this time? was the picnic too much? have you learned nothing from your last mistake?

his instinct dared to snap his own self out of the building panic and overwhelming thoughts. a wandering, fleeting thought which almost left his brain as quickly as it entered.

the last door in the hallway which led to a guest bedroom none of them ever used.

the door was not even shut. it was slightly cracked. joel pushed it open with slow fingers, the old brass hinges creaking. and there you were.

fucking. sleeping.

your chest rose and fell in a peaceful rhythm, soft little exhales brushing the pillow. the blanket was wrapped around your body, one arm tucked underneath it and the other loose at your side. a book you never finished reading lay on the nightstand. the lamp was off. you’d gone to bed hours ago — quiet and unbothered.

joel didn’t say a word.

he stepped back into the hall and leaned against the wall for a beat, rubbing the heel of his hand over his face. relief poured over him like a wave, heavy and thick. he called it in over the radio.

“guest room.”

a few seconds later, marcus appeared, and behind him, javier — barefoot, heart pounding, eyes wild. they stopped in the doorway and stared.

“she’s fine?” marcus asked, voice hushed.

“fast asleep,” joel said. “like she didn’t just take five years off my life.”

javier ran a hand down his face. “fuck.”

you stirred, a little frown tugging between your brows as if you sensed their presence even in sleep. you turned onto your back, hair fanning across the pillow, lips slightly parted, still unaware.

joel walked in quietly and knelt by the bed. his hand reached out and brushed your cheek gently, thumb ghosting across your temple.

“jesus,” he whispered. “you don’t even know what you did to us.”

your eyes fluttered open, groggy and dazed. “…joel?” you murmured, blinking slowly at the sight of all three men surrounding the bed.

javier’s brows lifted, and he huffed a short breath. “you scared us shitless.”

“i — what? why?” you asked, throat rough.

“why did you have to fall asleep here, sweetheart? you know we never enter this room,” javier asks.

“tired. jus’ wanted quiet…”

javier knelt beside joel, his hand resting over your ankle beneath the blanket. “you could’ve said something, cariño. we tore the damn house apart.”

“yeah. thought you took off again,” joel added.

you blinked, then winced, voice still sleepy. “s’rry. didn’t mean to freak you out.”

marcus crouched on the other side of the bed, his gaze hard and unforgiving despite the quest to find you turning out successful. “we’ll lock every fucking door in this place from now on. don’t pull a stunt like that again, sweetheart.”

joel leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice low and tight. “he’s right, baby. you gave us one hell of a panic attack.”

you mutter one last tiny apology in joel’s ear before he lifts you off the bed and gently carries you to his bedroom, the place where you’ve been sleeping every night since they kidnapped you. each time was more comforting than the last; joel didn’t present himself as a threat and always kept a respectable distance between you two, although he always ached to touch and hold you tight against his chest.

after he places you on the mattress, you notice marcus giving him a suggestive glance.

joel leaves your side and makes his way to his brother’s side. out of your eavesdropping range.

“teach her a lesson. know you got a soft spot for her, but she needs to learn," marcus whispers in joel’s ear, his instructions clear. joel hesitates. doesn’t say anything for a couple of moments. he isn’t a fan of his older brother’s demands. he doesn’t want to break you in. not like this.

marcus senses joel’s second thoughts and scoffs at his brother’s weak spot for you. “if you don’t, i will.”

that made joel’s eyes darken. not with thrill or hunger, but with the overwhelming need to protect you from marcus’ roughness. he failed to do so after your escape attempt and had no choice but to let marcus punish you. this time, he’ll carry the burden himself, in the only way he knows how.

joel nods his head once and gives marcus a look of reassurance and cooperation. once marcus is convinced that joel will keep his promise true, he steps out of the doorway and shuts the door behind him.

joel turns slowly towards the bed, watching the curiosity in your eyes mix with a potion of anxiety. you can tell. his tense stance. the way he won’t look you in the eye – not quite. his mind races. his hands tremble slightly, and you’re not sure why. is it because of anticipation or the tethering loss of control?

“take off your clothes.”

the order makes you flinch, your instincts telling you to back away slightly. your mind is fully alert now. the exhaustion and gentle yearning for the comfort of a warm and soft bed have been gathered together and thrown out the window.

“i won’t ask again.”

shivers crawl up your spine at his intimidating tone. if he was trying to inflict fear upon you, to make you forget about all the times he was gentle and careful with you as if you were a porcelain doll — he has done it. with minimal effort.

you carefully lift yourself off the bed and stand in front of him. there were only a few feet between you. he could take two large steps and you’d be done for. clothes ripped off, a hand wrapped around your throat while he did as he pleased.

you try to banish these thoughts out of your head and presume it’s best if you try to hurry up slightly. you don’t want things to come to that. you still believe that if you cooperate, he’ll be gentle. a part of you tells you that he doesn’t want to do this.

but that part of you is so wrong, my dear. because while joel doesn’t want to scare you away and force you into submission like marcus wants, he is still, at the end of the day – a man.

a man who has built a life out of butchering people for money since his daughters died. a god among men who ripped the soul out of living and well breathing creatures and never felt sorry for it.

until the day you came into his life. when he saw you for the first time and figured you are not a thing to be broken and burned alive. but to be molded and carefully guided into a lifestyle he and his brothers crafted specifically to force you to accept them as your new reality.

in conclusion; he wants you. oh, how much he wants to give into his carnage and tear you apart with his cock. only when he remembers the way your moans filled his ears like a melody when your orgasm flooded his mouth the last time…

god, it’s maddening. infuriating.

but he must not act on primal instincts and think with his cock. no matter how painful it feels. no matter how the majority of the blood in his brain now flows in his cock right now. and he can barely resist anymore.

he watches your lip tremble and eyes grow heavy with tears as you quietly do as instructed.

you start with your socks, quickly discarding them on the floor so you don’t keep him waiting. so you don’t let him think you’re dragging this out to think of an escape.

your loose sweatpants come off next. when you reveal your bare thighs to him, he swears he feels like a medieval man who saw ankles for the first time.

skin so soft. flesh so plump and glowy. his mind drifts off to when his head rested in between them to devour your pussy. how good it was when he felt the pressure of your muscles against the sides of his skull. an orgasm so intense he was worried you’d crack his head like a watermelon. but he loved it so much he made a promise to himself he’ll experience the same pain again when he made you ride his face and smother him with your thighs.

your t-shirt was next to drop on the floor. it belonged to none other than joel. he felt a sense of pride and ownership each time he saw you wearing his clothes around the house. knowing your scent mixed with his drove him crazy because he yearned to inhale directly from the source.

tonight, he would achieve this and more.

the sight of your bare breasts made his heart skip a beat.

he has never seen such work of art in his life. your full chest looking as if it’s been crafted by the gods themselves. like aphrodite chose you as her avatar.

he doesn’t wait for you to take your panties off. in two long strides, he breaks the barrier between you two. his hands immediately jump at your breasts, cupping them in earnest.

he weighs and plays with them in his calloused palms. he is not being a gentleman at all – rough fingertips graze over your buds until they swell. the moment they rise to angry little peaks, his mouth latches onto one while the other is being tended to vigorously.

you quickly grow overwhelmed by his lustful attack. his warm, wet tongue lapping hungrily at your nipple, sucking and drinking as if the elixir of life itself courses through it.

the other poor, tortured nipple – red and aching from the relentless pinching and twirling between his thumb and index. you squirm in his hold, hands grabbing a tight hold of his salt and pepper hair.

you moan, but you don’t think it’s because of displeasure. yes, there is pain. but there is also beauty.

beauty in the way he makes you feel so wanted. so worshipped. he kisses and bites and marks every inch of your chest. he groans in both relief and pleasure when his mouth runs a path upwards on your body and finally stops at the nape of your neck.

not only does he pull a bit of flesh in between his teeth to paint your skin in bruises – he also inhales deeply at the same time as he sucks.

your natural scent – finally flowing through his nostrils. so sweet and musky at the same time, with notes of a warm sleep and the masculine scent of his t-shirt.

when he is satisfied with his work over your neck, his lips trace a path towards your jaw. not once do they depart from you.

you’re both breathless when he pulls you in for a kiss. he didn’t even look at you before he claimed your mouth. he needed to do this before he could stop himself.

his hands are everywhere on the lower half of your body now. he keeps you flushed against his chest, your nipples grazing uncomfortably against his blouse. he grinds and ruts himself against your thighs like a stray dog. makes sure you have nowhere to go too – his hands presenting themselves as a tight and sure anchor over your buttcheeks; smothering, kneading and occasionally slapping the tender flesh until it jiggles like jelly in his palm.

you give up on trying to put space between you. no matter how much force you channel into your hands and wrists, you can’t move this brute wall off of you.

instead, you accept him. pull him closer, even. the act makes him moan into your mouth, deep and rough.

the kiss bruises you. makes you shake in his grip and you’re sure that if he wasn’t holding you now, you’d fall.

he is not here to make love to your mouth. at least not yet.

he kisses you as if he’ll never get another chance to. he needs to explore your hole and claim it with his teeth and tongue before he can soothe the ache he caused.

it’s possessive. controlling. desperate and needy. you don’t bother fighting for control and dominance. you just let him take what he wants in order to indulge himself in the pleasures he has been denying and ignoring for too long.

he shocks you when he takes you into his arms. gathering a handful of your asscheeks before using his sheer power to lift you in his lap.

he drops you both onto the mattress. your back pressed between a soft cloud and a massive brick.

not even once does he break the kiss. he swallows every moan and gasp that comes out of your mouth and greedily licks every corner with his tongue, teeth occasionally lathering attention to your bottom lip to drag and nip it.

his hands move from your ass to fumble with his own sweatpants. he is so thankful to just drag them down his thighs along with his boxers; his cock finally having enough room to breathe.

you try to break the kiss to get a look, but to no avail. he keeps your head in place with his free hand resting on your neck. his fingertips firmly pressing into the sides, a silent command to stay still. his mouth still makes out with yours hungrily as if he’s trying to keep you busy and not allow any anxiety creeping in your pretty little head.

the hand he used in order to free his cock from his boxers moved directly to your clothed pussy. his index ran one trail up your slit to feel the cool wetness sink into the material before gathering it in between his fingers and pulling it to the side.

he didn’t waste any more time. as soon as he cleared the way, he grabbed himself by the base of his cock and gathered your juices on his own leaking head before sliding home in one smooth thrust.

you both broke the kiss at the same time to fill the room with your own moans. once he bottomed out and felt the dangerously addicting way your walls squeezed him, he didn’t know how to stop. he just lost every last drop of control he thought he had and unleashed all the pent up desire he felt for you.

“oh god, babygirl,” joel chanted as he threw his head back, eyes shut in bliss. “fuck, i can’t stop. i’m so sorry.”

he moved his hand from your throat to the back of your head, gently lifting it a few inches to bring you closer to him. his other hand made its way under your knee. making sure to keep your legs as open as possible for him to fuck you as hard and deep as he liked.

“joel, n-no! oh my god – fuck!”

the burning sensation left your tight channel as quickly as it came. it was soon replaced by complete and utter pleasure as your already soaking wet pussy gushed and clenched around him as he pistoned in and out of you.

your walls presented no restraint. your pussy greedily welcomed him as if she has waited her entire life for this moment. to fulfill her duty as nothing more than a cocksleeve – a hole to serve him warmth and pleasure.

your broken moans ambitioned him to sink deeper inside you. he plunged in deep, hard and fast, not giving you any time to adjust as he took whatever he wanted from your willing body. god, he hoped it wouldn’t come to this. he hoped his restraint and control would not shatter so quickly. but when he saw your beautiful naked body and felt you soaking wet through your panties, he knew you were made for him. he knew this pussy had a mind of her own.

“atta girl. pussy knows what she wants, huh? t’be fucked and destroyed by a nice, big cock. fill her up with cum and never let her go.”

he tears his gaze from your swollen pussy to your face and really looks at you.

blabbering, crying, moaning and utterly ruined.

pink sore eyes filled with glossy tears. flushed cheeks. mouth slightly open in a round shape with a string of saliva dripping in the corner. your own finger resting on top of your tongue. a physical guardian to stop more moans and pleas from making their way out.

“fuck, look at my girl,” joel praises. he presses a soft plump kiss in between your eyebrows – an unusual contrast to the way he ruts roughly between your thighs, assaulting your poor pussy as she gushes her release all over his cock and the sheets beneath. he lost count of how many times he made you cum until now. he’s more than convinced you never actually kept count, your mind too blank and pliant to bother yourself with too much thought.

“what’s wrong, baby? cock so good it fucked ya stupid?”

you shake your head in approval, your eyes wide and glossy like precious pearls and diamonds. there’s no coherent thought behind those eyes – he scared them all away. no insecurities or anxiety in the way to stop you from feeling him at full intensity.

and he’s so proud. so so proud he made all the voices in your head shut down for once. his heart swells with how much trust you put in him to break you apart and put you back together.

“that’s a good girl. mhm, the best girl in the whole damn world. my good girl gon’ let me cum deep inside her? hm? swell her belly full a’ babies?”

you nod in earnest, a big bright smile creeping up your face like it’s the best deal in the world. like it’s your whole life purpose.

“y-yes, d-daddy. p-please fill m-me up. wan’ your babies!”

your innocent little plea does it for him. his rhythm wavers as he buries himself to the hilt and cums deep inside you, filling your belly up with a big load.

he stays attached and connected to you both physically and spiritually. he swears he can feel your hearts beating in sync as he holds you close to his chest and soothes your nerves by placing a few wet gentle pecks on your cheeks and forehead.

“shhh, baby. my sweet baby. gotcha now. did so, so well for daddy. my perfect lil’ girl.”

he forces himself to remove his softening cock from between your legs. once he does, he makes sure not to leave you alone and sweaty for too long. he takes off his damp blouse and uses it as a makeshift rag to clean you up. he soothes every cry and unintelligible word that comes out of your sweet mouth.

“here, honey. drink. you did perfect. so proud of ya," he praises as he helps you drink a much needed glass of cold water.

after he’s done cleaning both of you up, he joins you under the blankets. his fingers trace the side of your arm as he looks at your relaxed form. so obedient, full and content.

“bet ya enjoyed your lesson, huh?” joel murmurs, aware of how close you are to drifting off to sleep. “don’ ever scare us like that again, sweetheart.”

“mmmm,” you nod while keeping your eyes closed, although you’re not so sleek in hiding your small grin of mischief, “no promise."

he chuckles, shaking his head in amusement at your little attitude. “you’re trouble, sweetheart. what are we gon’ do with you?”

oh, he knows exactly what they will do with you.

and in the bedroom next door and the living room respectively, javier and marcus have figured out a few plans in their mind themselves.

because you may not realise it yet, but joel had just paved the way for his brothers. made their life easier. broke you in and gave you a taste of what your future will be with, under and on top of them.

without needing to even speak to each other, they all know you’ve just become addicted. soon enough, one man will not be enough to satisfy the burning hunger inside you; you’ll need all three to satiate your needs and take care of you.

and honey, they will. in each of their own, unique ways – they will make you forget why you even fought them off in the first place.

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jesuistrestriste · 5 months ago

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Cowgirl reader x art when

𐚁 ✮⋆˙ needy!art donaldson x cowgirl NSFW 18+

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art doesn’t even know why he agreed to go with patrick down south for an impromptu boys trip.

it’s stickier down there; the humidity so high that the air is practically drinkable.

the heat suffocated him and climbed down his throat the second he got off the plane, and patrick had unsurprisingly laughed at him when he developed sweat stains on his tee shirt after only ten minutes in the uber to their hotel. it wasn’t his fault, he just never handled high temperatures well.

he blamed the desert, or whatever hellish fire-breathing beast was desecrating this part of the country with such unimaginable warmth. he could hardly think straight with the way his clothing clung to his heat-prickled skin.

he regretted going on the trip from the moment they touched down at the airport. he wished he had stayed back home, then at least he could get some time on the courts. but no.

and so he ruminated on the idea that he shouldn’t have come.

that is, until he and pat went out to a bar that first night.

patrick had already gotten drunk in the first twenty-five minutes and was feeling up a stranger, staggering with them off into a booth buried at the back of the establishment to get handsy. art’s eyes had rolled so far back that he was sure the earth had almost tipped with them.

he leaned over the busy bar, sipping his underwhelming tequila soda until he felt someone different slip into the space next to him.

a woman.

a pretty—no, sexy one at that.

glossy lips, a loose tee shirt that hung off of one shoulder (pink bra strap on display), dark flare jeans that hugged her in all the right places, brown leather boots, and a cowboy hat.

she couldn’t look more typically southern. but fuck, she was hot.

she turns her head and smiles up at him, her hat tilting up with her neck’s movement to expose more of her face.

“hey,” she hums, her eyes scanning him up and down before he can even speak, “… you’re not from here, are you?”

her voice is warm and silky, like dark chocolate. it floods his brain and immediately dilutes his thoughts into incoherent ramblings.

god, why hasn’t he said anything?

say something, damn it!

“ha..! no, no.. not from here,” art chuckles out nervously after a brief clearing of his throat.

she just smirks. putting her pearly whites on display for everyone to see. or maybe just for him..?

“yeah, i could tell by the way you’re dressed.”

was.. was that an insult?

is he supposed to laugh?

shit, she smells like the most delicious—

the thoughts in his brain are cut off abruptly when he feels her hand on his chest, dragging down.

oh fuck.

“relax, city boy,” she purrs with an intoxicating drawl, her free hand taking the hat off of her own head and placing it on top of his blonde curls, “i didn’t mean to get y’all worked up.. i’ll buy you a drink, hm?”

“i.. uh, i mean— okay, yeah, uhm, sure. i’ll take a drink..”

—

an hour comes and goes, and then art somehow winds up in the back of the girl’s car; parked on the outskirts of the small gravel lot.

it’s a shiny, cherry-red convertible. fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror. a picture of a well-groomed black horse tucked into the driver seat’s personal mirror (which she flipped up once the two of them were taking off their clothes).

patrick was still somewhere in the bar, preoccupied, so art felt less guilty about letting this woman drag him out the backdoor towards her vehicle. all it had taken was one sloppy kiss, and then he was willingly trailing behind her like a sick dog.

art can hardly process that now they’re completely naked; his flushed back sticking to her leather seats as she sinks down on his cock. a shuddering groan is pulled forcefully from his chest, spilling out in the next instant. he feels his balls draw up once, twice, three times in response to the feeling of her tight cunt gripping around him, and he swears he could almost come right then and there. she’s like a fucking goddess.

“can you handle me?” she smirks down to him, starting to rock her hips rhythmically like she’s riding a mechanical bull, “i wanna hear an answer, darlin’…”

“can’t—“

ugh, he’s choking on his words. shaking hands holding her waist with the desperation of a guy who hasn’t gotten laid in over a year. he’s allowed to be a bit pathetic.

“can’t?” she repeats, bouncing now on his slicked-up shaft, her nails running down his tensing abdomen and leaving red stripes in their wake.

he shakes his head, a loud whimper and gasp following suit. his thighs are starting to tremble. toes already started curling thirty seconds ago.

“can’t— can’t last, not gonna last—“

the woman just laughs lowly and rolls her pelvis in slow circles. art’s body vaults up in response, pushing against her weight on top of him as he feels a blurt of precome erupt from his tip and surround him in the condom— daring him to disappoint her and let it all go before he gets the go-ahead.

“ohh… aah— you really aren’t from around here, are you? poor lil’ thing…”

he doesn’t know why that statement from her makes his gut stir with pre-orgasmic convulsions. he’s trying to meet her movements with his own thrusts, but he’s losing stamina fast. every buck of his body into her pussy sends a sharp bolt of pleasure right up his spine. he’s sweating almost as much now as he was when he first arrived. probably moreso, if he’s honest.

and shit, he can’t be anything but honest at this point.

she’s making him forget everything he ever disliked about this part of the country.

she’s making him feel like her pussy could solve all of his problems.

she’s making him feel like… like… like—

“oh, god—!” he hiccups, squeezing into her torso, head tipped back and biceps curling as he tries to tug her down closer, “i’m sorry, i can’t hold it— i’m gonna come, can’t— can’t stop-!”

she giggles, and then there’s the voice again. warm, smooth, low. dripping right into the crook of his neck.

“alright, city boy,” she whispers, “come then.”

and that’s all it takes.

art’s eyes squeeze shut, his jaw slacks, and he lets out the most desperate strangled cry as he feels the scorching waves of pleasure consume him from all sides. he feels his cock kick against her palpating walls, pulses of his sticky white release webbing on the inside of the latex.

he’s practically vibrating by the time the aftershocks roll around, his baby blues looking up dazedly to the smiling woman still connected to him. her hands cup his flushed cheeks, her thumbs wiping beaded sweat from his temples and his forehead.

“there ya go… thaaat’s it, darlin’… let it all out…”

art sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and whimpers as he feels his dick stir inside of her, threatening to shoot again just from her words.

“haah… ha-aahngh… hnngh,” he quakes, gasping for air and trying to calm himself down, “h-how did… ngh— how did y-you do that t-to me..?”

trying not to sound so utterly wrecked is easier said than done, he’s realizing that now. he really can’t prevent it- he’s nothing more than a limp mess underneath her perfect form.

he winces and hisses softly with sensitivity when she torturously rocks just once more over his spent parts.

“oh, honey,” she laughs, “we just do it different down here.”

… god, he loves the south.

#🌸 - ask prompts #i loved writing this omg #angel u opened my eyes #art gets dommed by people in every state it doesn’t matter #he’s always gonna submit :)#realizing this wasn’t x reader but maybe i should write another part to fix that hm #sage’s asks #🩷 - thirsts #art donaldson smut #art donaldson x reader #sub art donaldson #challengers smut

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iidilio · 2 months ago

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Day 24: An innocent touch isn't so innocent when it's repeated too much…

— You woke up playful, do I need to explain more?

[ 🌸 ] i think—i get very excited with the nsfw…

characters: Sylus

warnings: none, Orgasm denial, p in v, Oral sex (woman receiving), inappropriate use of evol, begging, Sylus being lil very cruel, size difference, v-fingering, pat on the readers' pussy, pregnancy kink, explicit sexual content, raw fucking, pure smut, almost plotless porn (pipipi), a cock warming (?), dom/sub, overstimulation, naked woman dressed man, kids pls read the Bible instead of this—

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You couldn't help it.

It was too much fun teasing him like this. The way he looked at you with those pleading eyes, soft and full of tenderness, only for them to turn into a look of exasperation when you escaped from his touch, leaving him hard and wanting you.

It made you feel powerful somehow, especially when you straddled his lap and began kissing him while moving your hips, your pussy rubbing against his dress hard cock. The way he moaned your name so beautifully, pleading for more before you slipped out of his grasp again, leaving him with a hard-on and wanting more.

He never stopped you—even though he probably wanted to—you only heard him say your name in that breathless voice with an exasperated sigh. Of course, he let you have your way… until he didn't.

Maybe it was a bad idea to do it on the day he was in a bad mood.

You let out a moan. You couldn't move your hands; his evol held you captive beneath him as he licked and sucked your clit mercilessly, his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy, touching your G-spot.

It was cruel. He'd stop when he sensed you were close to your orgasm, denying you that delicious peak of pleasure. It was your punishment for playing with him so much.

Sylus heard your breathing quicken, felt your pussy clench around his long, calloused fingers.

He smiled as he moved away from your weeping pussy, watching you squirm and move your hips pathetically, seeking some satisfaction, something—something that would bring you to your orgasm.

"Now, now. Keep your legs wide open, my love. I'm not finished with you yet," Sylus murmured in his husky voice, his lips teasingly brushing the skin of your inner thigh.

You begged for mercy, you promised you wouldn't tease him to the limit again, and yet, that didn't matter to him.

You let out a pathetically shaky gasp as he gently pinched the hood of your overstimulated clit, so drenched with your juices and saliva.

"Good kitten," he whispered. His fingers glided so easily between your swollen folds, delving into the entrance of your pussy. Slowly, so tenderly, he inserted a finger; his long, thick cock was painfully hard, but he ignored it in favor of prioritizing your punishment.

Feeling your slick walls tighten around his finger, he added the other, allowing you time to get used to the sensation of his long, thick fingers inside your beautiful insides. His other hand slid around your body, pinching your swollen clit just right to make you shudder.

He smirked, a touch cruelly, as his fingers found your G-spot so easily inside you. He knew your body like the back of his hand. He began to massage it. He covered your poor clit with his thumb, slowly circling it in tight, painfully slow circles.

He licked his lips at the tantalizing sight you offered him. Your pretty fucked face, your tits and your weeping pussy being fucked by his fingers.

"You look beautiful, sweetie," Sylus whispered, his voice husky but loud enough for you to hear.

He picked up the pace, still careful not to accidentally hurt you. He watched as your breathing quickened, your body began to tremble, your walls fluttered like a butterfly, and your pretty legs shook uncontrollably from the approaching orgasm.

With an almost cruel, mocking smile, he removed both hands, preventing you, refusing to bring you to orgasm again.

“Stop moving so much, kitten. Behave yourself,” he admonished as he slapped your reddened pussy, so swollen that surely the slightest touch made you see stars.

Gently, and with a patience that only came out in special falls, he leaned down to suck and lick your swollen clit, listening to your every plea between pleas and moans. Feeling your legs tremble on his broad shoulders. Feeling you squirm under the strong grip his evol had on your wrists.

With a loud smacking sound, he pulled away from your clit. He watched your fucked expression.

“S-Sylus...! Please...” you begged breathlessly, your cheeks flushed and soaked with tears from the overstimulation. “It’s too much... please—I’m sorry…”

Sylus smiled mischievously, enjoying the desperation in your voice. He felt you tremble, your sexy body yearning for the release he was constantly denying you. The way you said his name in such a pleading and needy way only encouraged him.

“Too much? Or not enough, sweetie?” he purred, his voice deep and almost cruel, but still with that gentle touch. His fingers didn’t cease their tortuous movements, sliding in and out of your wet pussy, caressing that sensitive spot that made your head feel light for the pleasure.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "You're being a good sweetheart. You won't tease me like that again, will you? You're handling your punishment just fine. But I think you can handle a few more..."

To emphasize his words, Sylus added a third finger, pumping them harder and faster. His thumb rubbed quick, tight circles around your clit, enjoying the way your eyes rolled back. He could smell your arousal, see the wetness trickling down your swollen folds to your buttocks, and it made his cock throb painfully.

But he ignored it. This was about your pleasure, your punishment. Your body was his canvas right now, and he was determined to paint a masterpiece.

"Let's see how many more times I can make this greedy little cunt clamp down on nothing before I fill it, huh?" Sylus growled, moving his fingers at a pace that made you moan so loudly that a very small part of you was afraid someone would hear you.

The wet sloshing of your arousal filled the room.

You could feel him sending you soaring toward another peak, your breathing shallow and ragged. But just as you were teetering on the edge—Sylus withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and desperate.

You moaned. You whimpered as you looked up at him with eyes desperate to truly feel that denied peak of pleasure.

"No. Not yet, my love. You can't cum until I say so," he said with a dark chuckle, blowing cool air over your soaked, swollen, sensitive cunt. He knew you could feel the rush, the emptiness where his fingers had been.

Sylus wasn't done. Not even close. He wanted to ruin you by playing with him so much, wanted you to crave only his touch, his cock. He wanted you addicted to the rush of almost cumming, to the sweet agony of being denied.

He plunged into your heat again, between your legs, his tongue plunging into your dripping pussy.

You moaned breathily as your toes curled in ecstasy. “Sylus…! Please let me cum…—!”

Sylus felt your beautiful body tense, your soft muscles taut like a bowstring about to snap.

He could hear the desperation in your breathy pleas, the way you were begging for that release.

It egged him on, made his achingly hard cock throb and bulge painfully in his pants. He wanted more of those sounds, more of your sweet, adorable cries and moans. He wanted to fill the luxurious room with the music of your pleasure until it drowned out the outside world.

His tongue penetrated deep into your wet pussy, swirling and coiling around your sensitive walls. He could taste your arousal, could feel it coat his tongue and glide across his chin. It was intoxicating, addictive, and he knew he'd never tire of it.

He could feel your clit against his lips, swollen and sensitive from his previous caresses. He could feel your hips rocking, grinding against his face as you sought your orgasm, so greedily. He squeezed your thighs tighter to hold you in place.

Just as he felt you tremble, your body convulsing with the force of the impending orgasm, Sylus pulled away. A flick of his fingers and his thrust was gone, leaving your wrists, your hands free. He wanted you free as you fell into the void.

"Cum for me, kitten," he commanded with a growl. "Cum screaming my name, so everyone knows who owns this pretty little pussy."

And with that, he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his tongue quickly running over the sensitive bundle of nerves. At the same time, he thrust three fingers deep inside you, pumping them, bringing you to your previously mercilessly denied orgasm.

The image of Sylus's head between your legs, the obscene sounds of him devouring your pussy, was all you needed before finally reaching that peak of your pleasure.

You don't know how much time passed. It was as if the world stopped. You lay limp on the bed, panting and trembling, your shaky legs still draped over Sylus's broad shoulders. Your body disappeared beneath his as he straightened.

He could see your eyes struggling to focus on him, glazed over with post-orgasmic bliss.

Seeing you like this, completely destroyed and satisfied with just his touch, filled him with a deep desire. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Sylus withdrew his fingers from your wet, trembling pussy. He brought them to his mouth, brazenly licking her juices from each finger, savoring the taste of your essence on his tongue.

"Delicious," Sylus murmured in a deep voice. "You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. And it's all mine."

His hands slid down your trembling thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps. His thumbs slowly massaged your hipbones while he waited for you to come down from your bliss.

His crimson eyes admired the sight of your shiny, swollen pussy lips, so red and beautiful from his attention.

He could see the entrance to your pussy fluttering, still trying to clench around something, eager to be filled.

He wanted more. He wanted to be inside you, wanted to feel your tight, wet heat clenching around his aching cock. With a low, almost gruff growl, Sylus half-unbuttoned his black button-down shirt. His muscular chest was half-exposed. His hands unbuttoned his jeans just enough to let his cock spring forth, long, thick, and hard.

Sylus smirked at your enthusiastic reaction; you were always so eager for more. He wrapped his large hand around his cock, stroking it slowly a few times. He could feel it throbbing, the veins pulsing with need, the head swollen and oozing with anticipation.

"Do you want this, my love?" he purred, rubbing the tip playfully between your soaked folds, coating himself with your wet arousal, the tip touching your clit in a raw way that made you shudder. "Tell me how much you want it. Beg for my cock like the needy little thing you are."

This time he pressed his head against your entrance, not forcing it, but applying just enough pressure so you felt its shape, its size. Sylus wanted to hear you beg, wanted to hear you admit how much you needed him inside you, filling you, claiming you raw.

Sylus could feel you trembling, could feel you trying to push down on him, trying to get him inside. But he held back, tightening his grip on your hips, holding you in place.

"Say it," he growled, his voice low and raspy, with barely contained lust. “Tell me what this greedy cunt needs. Only then will I give you what you need.”

Meanwhile, you… couldn't believe he still made you beg after what he did to you, how he devoured and licked your pussy, how he denied you orgasm. It was so cruel.

“W-Why are you doing this to me…? It's so unfair…” you whispered, trembling beneath him. “Please… please, I need you… make love to me—fuck me,” you begged, giving him those pleading eyes, the ones you knew Sylus wouldn't be able to resist.

As expected, his heart sank when he saw your pleading eyes looking up at him, shining with desperate longing. Your soft, whispering plea was like a siren's song, impossible to resist.

Sylus moved forward, sinking himself completely into your tight, wet heat with one smooth thrust. He thrust into you, his balls resting against your ass, his cock as deep as he could reach. Your pussy clenched and churned around him, gripping his thick cock like a velvet vice.

“Fuck, kitten,” Sylus moaned, his voice tight with pleasure. “You feel incredible. This tight pussy is so fucking perfect.”

He began to move, slowly withdrawing until only the tip remained inside you, before slamming back in with the enough force to made the bed wobble. Your back arched off the mattress pushing your perfect breasts toward his still-clothed chest. Sylus couldn't resist the temptation to lean down and capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking it hungrily. The obscene sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and cries of ecstasy.

He hooked your legs over his elbows, nearly bending you in half as he loomed over you, dominating you completely.

"Take it all, love," he growled, his hips never wavering from his relentless rhythm. "Take my cock. Fuck, you're so tight."

Sylus could feel your slick walls squeezing him, clinging to him as if you never wanted to let go. It drove him on, drove him to thrust into you harder, faster, with the single-minded determination to make you his. He wanted to fill you, claim you so you would never forget who you belonged to.

His hand slid down to rub your clit, fingering your sensitive pearl in time with his thrusts.

Sylus could feel you trembling and moaning beneath him, your body flooded with sensation as he relentlessly stimulated your most sensitive spots. The sound of your moans and the way you writhed on his cock drove him wild.

“That’s it, kitten,” he growled, his voice low and approving. “Let me feel you shudder with pleasure. Let me feel this sweet little body melt on my cock.”

His hand continued its relentless assault on your poor clit, rubbing the sensitive pearl in swift, firm, circular motions. He could feel your pussy tightening around him, your cunt beginning to tingle.

You twitched and shook as another orgasm approached.

You felt so good. All your senses were overwhelmed, all you could do was receive it.

You wondered if all your punishments would be like this in the future. If he would fuck you as well as he was doing right now.

"Cum again, love," Sylus growled with a cocky grin. "I want to feel this pussy milk my cock. I want to flood your womb with my cum until you're filled with my children."

His filthy words, combined with the relentless stimulation of your clit and his cock fucking you relentlessly, brought you over the edge once again. You came with a gasp of his name, your pussy clenching around him. Sylus moaned as he felt your pussy clench and churn around him. It was enough to send him tumbling to his own end, his hips slamming into yours one last time before he plunged himself in.

“Fuck!” He groaned, his cock throbbing as thick jets of cum spilled into your cunt. He filled you with jet after jet of his hot cum.

You gasped, feeling boneless, completely exhausted but satisfied.

Sylus captured your lips with breathtaking tenderness in a searing kiss. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Sylus broke the kiss. He pulled back to gaze down at you, admiring how well-fucked you looked. Your eyes were glazed and unfocused, your lips swollen from the kiss and slightly parted. The flush on your skin and the sheen of sweat made you look like a depraved angel.

He stayed there, inside you, enjoying your warmth as he pulled you against his chest, feeling the heat of your skin through the fabric.

After a while, he pulled away, moving his hips, feeling his cum inside your pussy. He could feel it around his member. He gave one last long, deep thrust into your completely spent and wet pussy before finally pulling out with a low, satisfied groan. He watched his cum begin to ooze out, sliding down the curve of your pretty ass.

"Look at you," he murmured in a deep voice. "What a good little kitten, taking my cock so well. But don't tease like you did before again, or I'll punish you worse than today." He lectured you gently, giving your pussy a final pat.

#iidiliowrites #sylus x you #sylus qin x reader #sylus qin #sylus x mc #l&ds sylus #sylus smut #sylus #sylus love and deepspace #sylus x reader #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus

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whatever-lmaoo · 11 months ago

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Make me a star

Summary: You’re giving Bucky a lap dance.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x curvy!reader (i had a plus size reader in mind but anyone can read it! I didn’t use many descriptive words pertaining to size💖)

CW: 18+ This is suggestive as hell(we get close to crossing that line but i didn’t so ig you could say it’s kind of smut, idk😭 ), implied sex, handcuffs, slight dom/sub dynamics, mentions of spanking at the end, I think that’s all but if i forgot anything please don’t hesitate to send me an ask or dm me💖[1.2k]

A/N: Firstly these cute line dividers were made by @firefly-graphics 🌸 I know the title sucks but I had no idea what to name this😭 This is my first time writing something even remotely suggestive, let alone whatever the hell is up under the cut, so I apologize if it’s not the greatest💖 The song I used for this fic is “Dirty Diana” by Michael Jackson. You don’t have to listen to it because it’s not a song fic, I just used a few lyrics. I hope you enjoy and constructive criticism or any nice comments are always appreciated🥹✨💗

After checking that the handcuffs are tight enough around Bucky’s wrists and positioning his hands behind his back doesn’t cause him any discomfort with his shoulder, you stand up and walk towards your dresser, picking up your glass and sipping your drink. “Was cuffing me necessary?” He says, tilting his head to the side, licking his lips slowly as he lets his eyes trail up and down your figure.

You smirk over the rim of your glass, admiring how the dim light from the candles makes his eyes look almost black. “We both know how touchy you get, and I’ll be damned if I let you ruin my gift to you. Plus, I enjoy seeing you all tied up for me.” Biting your lip, you send him a playful wink before heading to your nightstand.

Placing your cup on its surface, you pick up your phone and scroll through your playlist, searching for the perfect song. Your lips form into a smile once you’ve found it. You close your eyes and roll your shoulders back to release any leftover tension before pressing play and setting your phone back on the nightstand.

You turn around as the familiar intro of “Dirty Diana” plays through your speaker, meeting Bucky’s gaze, swaying your hips slightly as you stroll toward your lover sitting patiently in the middle of the room. He whistles as you glide one hand across your thigh to the hem of your robe, bringing it just high enough to cover what’s hidden underneath. Your other hand travels across your neck and down your curves as you roll your hips to the beat.

You trace your fingers up Bucky’s thigh, past his arm, and to his shoulder as you take your place behind him. You bring your other hand around his body, meeting them both in the middle of his abdomen before dragging them slowly up his chest. One hand dips inside his button-up while the other continues its path up the side of his throat and into his hair. You rake your nails against his scalp before tilting his head back gently and dipping your head into the crook of his neck, peppering kisses across the skin, nibbling on his pulse point before sucking it into your mouth.

The way he trembles beneath your touch and the deep moan he lets out sends an addictive sensation throughout your body. You give his hair one last tug before releasing him altogether; continuing your circle around his form, you glide your hand down his other arm, dragging the tips of your fingers over his thigh before stepping in front of him.

Bending over slightly, you put your hands on his knees, watching his eyes fall to the red lace outline of your lingerie that peeks out of your robe. You push his knees together, placing your legs on either side of him and sit on his lap. The sounds of a gasp and a groan fill the room as your heated core meets his jean-clad member.

You watch as his face contorts into one of realization as you continue to grind on his thighs, your wetness seeping into his pants. “Baby, are you not wearing any panties?” You didn’t think his eyes could get any darker, but somehow they did. “Even better,” you say, rolling your hips as you tug on the tie of your robe, releasing the knot and pulling it through the loops, revealing the pretty, crotchless number you’re wearing.

His mouth watering at the sight of your hardened nipples and barely covered pussy drooling over his thighs, begging for some attention. You chuckle at the sound of him struggling against the handcuffs. “Be a good boy and sit still,” you tease, wrapping the belt around his neck and twisting it around your left hand, bringing his upper body forward.

“I’ll be your night-lovin' thing,” you whisper against his neck. You move your head to hover over his head, your nose barely touching his, gripping his chin with your right hand and tilting it up. “I’ll be the freak you can taunt,” the glint of mischief in your eyes grows as you take his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on the muscle and letting it go with a pop.

Releasing one end of the tie and throwing it carelessly to the side, you let go of Bucky’s chin. You stand on your knees, dragging your chest in front of his face, grinning as he darts his tongue out, licking a line across your breast, and you pull away just as his teeth grazes one of your peaked nipples.

You slide off his lap and slip off your robe, turning around to bend over so he can get a view of your glistening folds. “I’ll be your everything,” you bring your left hand to the back of his head as you sit in his lap again, grinding your ass back into his cock, dragging your hand to the side of his damp cheek.

Turning your heads to face each other, you look him in the eyes as you whisper, “If you make me a star,” against his lips before crashing your mouths together in a needy and lust-filled kiss, humming at the taste of strawberries and chocolate lingering on his tongue. You continue to move your hips as you swallow each other's moans; he sucks on your lower lip as you slowly pull away, needing to breathe, a line of saliva following you as he lets go.

Chest heaving as you rest your head on his shoulder, you shut your eyes and arch your back, wrapping your left hand around the nape of his neck. Bucky watches as you bring your other hand to your sternum, ghosting your fingers down the middle of your chest, passing your soft belly, and leading them to your aching clit.

Just as you’re about to reach your destination, you hear a growl come from the man underneath you and the chain of the cuffs snapping before you feel a warm hand gripping the inside of your thigh roughly while a cold one wraps around the heated skin of your throat. The contrasting temperature and firm hold he has on you sends you into a dizzying headspace, and a loud moan slips past your lips.

“I may have let you restrain me, but touching my pussy will always be off-limits, Doll.” Another moan escapes you, loving when he starts to get rough with you. “If it weren’t our anniversary, I’d spank your ass raw, but since it is, I guess that’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” He stands up and turns you around before lifting you in his arms, walking to your bed, and dropping you in the middle of it.

You move back until your head hits your pillow, spreading your legs as you watch Bucky slowly unbutton his shirt. “Happy anniversary, Baby,” you say, drooling at the sight of his toned abs. His pants and boxers go next, and you clench around nothing when he starts twisting his hand around his hard cock. Climbing on the bed, he hovers over you, kissing you passionately before pulling away slightly. “Happy anniversary, pretty girl. I hope you’re ready because I’m not stopping until you’ve got nothin’ left to sing.” A dangerous smirk grows on his face as he begins to make do with his promise.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #my writings🌸

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kazutora-kurokawa · 1 year ago

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Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso I repeat mommy kink choso it's burning me alive I need

Choso w/ A Mommy Kink

♡ NSFW, fem reader, sub!Choso, oral->fem receiving, edging, soft sex/riding, whiny! and clingy!Choso ♡

note: thank you for requesting kitty Kat 🌸

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🩸 All over you 24/7, he's like a damn cat that won't leave you alone. He's always been clingy with you so eventually you just got used to it

🩸 Absolutely melts whenever you call him your "good boy", it makes him feel so special and loved. He calls you mommy in and out of the bedroom, he feels comfortable with calling you that regardless of where you're at (and whether or not it's appropriate)

🩸 Practically worships you and your body, his main goal is always pleasing you and fulfilling your needs

🩸 He can eat you out for hours on end, just being between your legs and hearing all the soft noises and praises you give him have him struggling to not bust in his pants

🩸 He loves when you ride him, the view from underneath you is his favorite. He gets to see your tits, the fucked out look on your face, and the way his dick goes in and out of your pussy

🩸 He always tries so hard to hold back from cumming when you ride him but ends up begging for his sweet release with tears and drool running down his face

"F-fuck..mommy please, need to cum. I've been such a good boy for you just please...need to fill you up~"

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avonnimimi · 6 months ago

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Jealous?

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an: @airienyx this one is for you pretty lady😉, you didn’t specify if you wanted a different story line or not but here you go lovely🤍 if any of you have any requests please don’t hesitate to send an ask or message me:) MEN AND MINORS DNI

content: sub!reader, jealousy, strap-on-sex (r!receiving), drooling, fingering (r!receiving), nonchalant!sevika, mean!sevika, dom!sevika, choking, cursing, forced orgasms, daddy kink. lmk if i missed anything ;)

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On nights like these, you loved going to the club with Sevika. There was something thrilling about dancing under pulsing lights, the bass thudding through your chest, knowing her eyes were glued to you from the bar. You’d twirl your hips, arms raised above your head, carefree and wild. You loved teasing her, knowing exactly where her mind wandered as she watched you move: probably imagining how she’d ruin you the moment you got home.

Key word: loved.

What you didn’t love was when random girls thought they had a chance with her, thought they could saunter up to Sevika and flirt, giggling and batting their lashes like she wasn’t already yours. Usually, Sevika didn’t even look twice at them. Her gaze would stay locked on you, her lips curling into that slow smirk that promised you everything.

But tonight was different.

Your heart clenched when you glanced over and caught Sevika smirking at some girl leaning far too close. You tried to brush it off, rolling your hips to the beat, pretending like you didn’t care. But you couldn’t stop stealing glances. The girl was laughing, touching Sevika’s arm, and Sevika—your Sevika—was smiling back. And then it happened: Sevika ordered a drink, tilted the glass, and poured it right down the girl’s throat.

Your stomach twisted. The bass pounding through your body no longer felt like music, it was just noise, vibrating in your chest, drowning out your thoughts. Sevika’s eyes flicked up then, catching yours from across the room. She didn’t look guilty. She didn’t look apologetic. No, her gaze was dark and heavy, raking over you in a way that made your thighs press together instinctively. She lingered a moment where your pussy would be before dragging her eyes down the length of your legs.

You didn’t know it then, but this wasn’t some betrayal. Sevika wasn’t interested in the girl. She was interested in you, and she wanted to see how far you’d go to prove that she was yours.

Your little legs moved before you could think, storming across the club. You shoved your way between Sevika and the girl, forcing her attention back on you. Without hesitation, you climbed onto her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck and nuzzling into her, your scent and warmth flooding her senses. “I don’t like her,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm against her ear. “Tell her to leave.”

One corner of Sevika’s mouth twitched upward. “As you wish,” she said smoothly, turning to the girl. “Leave.”

There was no fuss, no argument. The girl scurried off, her confidence deflating instantly. Sevika leaned back in her chair, her strong hands settling on your hips. “Let’s go home, trouble,” she murmured, her voice rich with amusement.

Your cheeks burned at the pet name, but you didn’t protest when she lifted you effortlessly, seating you on her bionic arm, as she always did. The ride home was a blur, your chest tight with frustration, your thighs pressed together to stave off the heat building between them. By the time Sevika carried you through the front door, you were fuming.

You hopped off her arm before she could say a word, spinning around to glare at her. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed, watching you with a flicker of amusement in her eyes. She knew you were upset. She wanted you upset. She was testing you, and you were falling for it.

Without thinking, you grabbed her by the belt, yanking her toward the bedroom. She followed easily, letting you drag her, her heavy boots thudding against the floor. When you motioned for her to sit on the bed, she did, her expression unreadable. This wasn’t like her, Sevika was always in charge. But the way she leaned back, arms spread wide, watching you with that lazy smirk, made you feel like you had the upper hand for once.

You knelt between her legs, unzipping her jeans and tugging them down just enough to reveal her strap. Your mouth went dry at the sight of it, thick, long, and glistening with the lube she’d slicked on earlier. Your stomach twisted. Was she planning to fuck that girl from the bar?

You looked up at her, frowning, your lips trembling with frustration. “You’re being mean,” you said, your voice small but firm. “And I’m going to make you pay for it.”

Sevika raised a brow, her smirk widening. “Oh, yeah?” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. “Go ahead, doll. Show me what you’ve got.”

Ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks, you stripped off your clothes, your body already aching for her. You climbed onto her lap, gripping the base of her strap as you lined it up with your entrance. You were already soaked, as you always were for her, but the stretch was still a challenge. You sank down slowly, your walls fluttering as you took her inch by inch.

You’d never done this by yourself before. Usually, Sevika would shove it in, stretching you so deep you could feel her in your stomach. But this time, she just watched, her hands resting lazily on your hips as you struggled to take her.

“Who was that girl?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming stretch.

“A friend,” Sevika said simply, her voice unreadable.

“Do you pour all your friends’ drinks down their throats?” you snapped, your frustration bubbling over. “What, is she some secret whore-”

Before you could finish, Sevika bucked her hips, forcing more of her cock inside you. You whined, your hand flying to your lower stomach as you felt the pressure building there, the length of her strap pressing so deep it almost hurt.

“What was that, doll?” Sevika drawled, her tone mocking. “Thought this was supposed to be my punishment. Yet here you are, crying on my cock.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You tried to keep going, rocking your hips, but it was too much. You couldn’t take all of her, couldn’t stretch yourself far enough. “I can’t,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“What was that, trouble?” Sevika said, her hands tightening on your hips. Before you could respond, she yanked you down, forcing the rest of her cock inside you with a loud, wet squelch. “Mhm, hear that?” she growled. “This little pussy’s talking to me.”

You damn near screamed, your back arching as your body clenched around her. Sevika grabbed your throat, pulling you close so her lips brushed against your ear. “Stuff your cunt up,” she ordered, her voice low and dangerous.

You tried. You really did. But the tears started to spill, your body trembling with the effort. Before you could plead, Sevika took over, gripping your hips and slamming you down onto her cock. The sound of your wetness filled the room, loud and obscene as she drilled into you from below.

“Fuck yourself,” she growled, her voice sharp and commanding.

You bounced on her cock, desperate to keep up, but Sevika wasn’t satisfied. “What do you say?” she barked, slapping your ass hard enough to make you yelp.

“Y-yes, daddy!” you whimpered, your voice cracking.

“That’s my girl,” she rasped, grabbing your hips and taking control. She pounded into you, her thrusts relentless, her tip slamming into your cervix with every stroke. Your juices dripped down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you.

“Daddy, I—I can’t—” you gasped, your hands clawing at her biceps.

“Thought you were teaching me a lesson?” Sevika sneered, her hand slipping between your legs to rub your clit. “What happened, doll? You already breaking?”

You didn’t even have time to answer before the pleasure overwhelmed you, your body locking up as you came hard, gushing around her cock. “Good girl,” Sevika murmured, her tone softening slightly.

But she wasn’t done. She lifted you off her cock, laying you down on the bed before spreading your legs wide. “Let me see my pretty pussy,” she said, almost to herself. Her fingers slid inside you easily, curling just right, hitting that spot you loved as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I belong to you, trouble,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm. “Only you.”

She thrust her fingers harder, deeper, faster, until you were shaking again, your body giving out as you squirted all over her hand. “Yeah, baby,” Sevika said, her voice thick with satisfaction. “This little cunt knows who owns it.”

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this is my original post, please don’t repost, translate, or plagiarize my work ;)

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ilysungho · 6 months ago

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hii! 30 38 64 67 with taesan pls💗 i love your work

can i be 🌸 anon?

a/n: hi love!! ofc you can be 🌸 anon! welcome to the family <3 tysm for requesting, i'd love to know what you think about this ^-^ wc: 1.1k contains: dom!taesan x sub!reader, friends to lovers?, playful? reader, thigh fucking, lowercase intended, prompts italicized

taesan's lips quivered as you ate the ice cream so seductively under him. you didn't mean to make it so sensual but the twitching in his dick doesn't help. he tried to focus on his own sweet treat, but couldn't let go of the idea of having your lips around him instead.

the way your tongue licked the melting orange juices made him gulp hard. it led him to fix his position, covering up his growing on with the cushion on your couch. his eyes stayed fixed on you, feeling thankful that he sat on top of the couch rather than beside you on the floor. taesan unknowingly bit his lips, head falling back at the sight below him.

you had just finished your popsicle, biting on the wooden stick before looking back at him. “hey taesan, have you seen any-” you didn’t expect your friend to be looking at you with such an expression, blinking to make sure you were seeing right. “why are you looking at me like that?”

he cleared his throat and sat up, the cushion still covering him so he doesn’t reveal the tent in his pants. but that doesn’t help when you take said cushion from him and gasp at the sight. you look up at him and blinked a couple times. what am i seeing?

“did i turn you on that much?” not entirely sure how to respond, you were thankful your playful nature took over instantly to help, with the accompaniment of a smirk at his direction.

“you don’t even know.... fuck.” taesan's voice was small as an embarrassed blush crept onto his face, feeling hot from the sudden turn of events. he hid his face in his hands in an attempt to try to calm down, clearing his throat once again. lightly slapping his cheeks, he composed himself before taking a look at you.

that calmness didn’t last long as he watched you lay down on the floor, pulling your thighs together and making a motion telling him to come closer with your index finger. he furrowed his eyebrows, a light smile appearing as he complied.

“you can do what you need to, but you have to buy me another popsicle later. deal?” a sly smile decorated your face as you looked at him.

“are you sure? we’re just friends y/n…”

“and? who else would help you in times of need if not your friend?”

he widened his eyes at your words, switching over to scoffing at you. his one hand grabbed your legs, putting them both over one of his shoulders, with the other hand rubbing your exposed tummy. he reached down and stretched the elastic of your fabric covering your cunt, asking, “how are you so sure that i want you laying down?”

“i know you’ll like any pose i pull. i’ve known you so long; you think i wouldn’t know how you take your flings?”

“oh so you know what i do with my flings?” he smirked while reaching his fingers inside your panty to rub your folds.

“yeah, after all, i don’t like people touching what’s mine, even though i just watched and said nothing.”

he was baffled at your confession, licking his lips and finally rubbing circles on your clit, making you gasp at the contact. his eyes never left yours as his clothed dick rubbed against your thighs. the soft material of the shorts you wore fell right above your cunt in the position you laid in. he hurriedly pulled off his pants to reveal his cock to himself, hidden behind your thighs.

he bit his lower lip as he put the sensitive tip against the middle of your thighs, making you raise your eyebrows. “i didn’t expect this from you taesan. i thoughts you’d be more of the type to take it rough right away.”

he shook his head at your statement, further pushing into the slit between your legs. “we’re just friends yet you’re thinking about how i’d take you huh?” an amused face stayed on him as the hues of your face changed from a peachy rose to a hot pink.

you could feel his dick against the cloth covering your pussy. that combined with the way his fingers expertly rubbed your clit made your mind feel hazy. his pretty pink tip came in view as it surpassed your thighs, with you letting out soft moans and groans as he pulled out just enough to thrust back in through the gap.

he pulled his hand out of your panty now, reaching to grab your boobs. he could feel that you weren’t wearing a bra (bold choice knowing you have a man in the house, but understandable choice considering said man was also your friend). he reached under your shirt now for the same purpose of fondling your breasts while he fucked your thighs.

the sounds you let out were like music to his ears, loving how he made them come out from you as he felt almost every part of you.

“gosh, y/n, you sound so amazing. imagine how amazing you’d sound when i’m fucking you senseless.”

whining at his heavy words, you shook while tightening your core. taesan’s cock continued on, quickly slipping in and out of your thigh gap thanks to his precum coating the insides, acting as lube. your own high was approaching as he took back his hand from under your shirt to reach back into your shorts. he rubbed circles once again on your clit while whispering on about how you both are almost to the edge.

“san… i’m close mmm,” you croaked out while shaking. he increased his speed at your words, making sure to hit every part of your wet bottoms that he could. he knew what lied under but only his hands had gotten a taste of it for now. he licked his lips before kissing your legs on his shoulder. then, he took one of his hands and placed it in front of your thighs, now hitting his palm every time he thrusted through you.

you moaned out his name while convulsing and cumming soon after, finding it hard to come back from your high. on the other hand, taesan used his hand and your thighs to come shortly after, splattering the white essence onto your shirt. you rolled your eyes in slight annoyance before getting up to take off your shirt.

you looked up at your friend after calming down and all you saw was his jaw drop, all because of your figure. he bit his lips at the sight, after which he removed the rest of your clothing, pulling you down to have your face against his semi-hard dick. leaning down to you, a low whisper erupted against your ears:

“i’m not done with you yet.”

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year ago

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HIII YOUR REQS ARE OPEN AGAINNN HERE'S FLOWERS FOR U AGAIN🌼🌹🌹🌸🏵💐🌸

CAN I REQ FOR STRICT DOM SCARA AND USER SENDING TEASING MESSAGES TO SCARA WHILE HE'S AT WORKK SO HE GOES HOME EARLYYY JUST TO PUNISH USER👹👹 (IT DOESN'T STOP BC OF SCARA'S STAMINA) if that's totally okay with u💐

GOODNESS I RLLY HAD TO SIT AND TYPE B4 GOING TO SCHOOL😭😭 (IM RUNNING LATE)

Dom! Scaramouche x fem reader. Smut. Spanking. Degradation. Fingersucking. Dom/sub dynamics. Dirty texts. Isn't the real name of the game to bask in his comforting dominance?❤️

Thank you for the flowers🥺 Always be on time for school. Education is important😌 and pre period horny is seriously real right now.

Scaramouche is beyond frustrated with you. He already knew you were in a clingy, needy mood, which sent him to work with a hint of pride. You'd even pouted your lower lip out so cutely, asking if he could stay home today because all you wanted was him.

He'd departed with a pat on your head, telling you to be a good girl, and wait for him to get home. Leaving you wet, aching and needy for him only fueled his ego.

Your first text came in just before lunch. "I'm so wet, I can feel it on my fingers as I stroke myself."

Scaramouche's hand tightened on his pen, his fingers hastily flicking on his keyboard as he typed. He grit his teeth, attempting to ignore the way his cock pulsed. "Don't you dare touch what's mine until I get home, slut. Do you understand me?"

"It feels so good to rub my clit, I don't think I can stop. I want my Master's cock."

"I thought I told you to be a good girl, and fucking wait for me. You are testing my patience."

Scaramouche thought that was that because you were quiet for awhile. Would you really disobey him any further.

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Yes.

Your next message shattered what was left of his concentration entirely. It was a video of you, legs spread and fucking your fingers into your pussy. "I'm weak."

Scaramouche sent his staff home, with pay for the day and went home. He promptly commanded you to strip, and put you over his knee. "What did you think you were trying to pull, slut?" He hissed, smacking his hand across your ass.

Your toes curled feeling the sting of his hand, biting your lower lip as your pussy clenched around nothing. "What do you mean, Master?" You asked casually, squirming in anticipation in his lap.

"You brat," Scaramouche scoffed, roughly groping your ass before smacking it again. "What gives you the right to touch what's mine," He delivered a firm strike, keening a moan from you, "Without my permission, no less. Your pussy belongs to me."

Another firm strike to your inflamed ass sent your clit throbbing, a new coat of wet coating your clenching pussy. You yelped in bliss, squirming in his lap again.

Scaramouche proceeded to make you count, one plus two extra for every teasing message you'd sent him. His cock pulsed harder seeing your body start to shake from the sensation of your pussy clenching around nothing, soaking in every moan and pleased whine.

Parting your messy folds, he scooped your juices onto two fingers before pushing you somewhat unceremoniously off his lap. Grabbing a handful of your hair, he pulled you to your knees, forcing you to look up at him. "Say it, whore. Tell your Master how much of a weak slut you are," He poked his fingers against your lips, "Suck if you understand."

Your cheeks flushed, his dominance blanketing you in a comforting weight. You nodded, opening your mouth. Your tongue curled around his beautiful fingers, muffling a moan on them as you sucked. He pushed them into your throat before taking them out of your mouth. His hand tightened on your hair, glaring in command down at you.

"I am a weak slut needy for your cock," You repeated verbatim, an adoring look in your eyes as you submissively licked his fingers. You were more than happy to repeat those words to the very center of your universe.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, his hand going for your throat. His cock have throbbed harder seeing your body tense in anticipation of his fingers wrapping around your pretty throat. He hovered his fingers over your throat teasingly before he cupped your cheek instead.

You always sent him reeling.

Your loving subservience ultimately made him weak. It was just so fucking intoxicating. Laughing shakily, he pushed you back onto his bed, promptly putting his weight on you while he pinned your wrists above your head.

"Only I can stuff this slutty pussy full," He moaned, pushing his cock inside of you all at once. You cried out, your hips jerking to buck into his. The head of his cock abruptly hitting your sweet spot made your head spin in pleasure. "I thought my pet whore understood this," He emphasized his words with harsh snaps of his hips.

You were falling apart under the dizzy bliss of his punishment. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, your back arching off the bed as harsh thrusts stole your breath away. When you thought you couldn't moan any louder, his cock kissing into your sweet spot proved you so wrong.

"Scream for me. Scream for your Master," Scaramouche groaned, his cock pulsing hard as he stretched your tight walls apart. He sank his teeth dominantly into your shoulder, sucking and grinding his teeth to swallow back his own whimpers of pleasure.

"Master! Master Scaramouche!" You cried out in a way that only brought him closer to cumming. Drunk on the power he has over you, his pace never once faltered.

He already knew that once he fucked you full of cum that you would sink to your knees and lick his cock clean when he commanded you to. Just once wasn't going to be enough to fuck this lesson into you.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #moden au

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